#ler!phil

[chaosalwayswins]

Daaaam... I haven't been here for soooo long guys)))

Buuut! I recently scrolled my old arts and I had an idea to redraw one of them. So yeah my first tickle art for, I think, a year or maybe more.

(the old one)

#tickle #tickling #tickle art #my art #lee!techno #lee!technoblade #ler!phil #ler!philza #ler!ranboo #they are so softie I can't!!

[strangleetomz]

birthday tickles

this was both a prompt from my two weeks of lee tommy & just something i wanted to do in itself. soo here we are

summary: it’s tommy’s 19th birthday, and his friends believe they know just one more present to give him!

CC lee!tommy(he/him), CC ler!phil(he/him), CC ler!wilbur

word count: 1197

so sorry this is late:’)

Tommy woke up much later than usually— he was suprised to see the time say 12PM. How late did he fall asleep last night?

He sat up and opened his phone, scrolling on twitter and immediately saw thousands of birthday wishes. Jesus, he forgot it’s his birthday! How the hell did he forget his own birthday?

“Oh my god, I’m nineteen,” Was all Tommy could mutter before his door burst open. Tommy jumped, looking up terrified but relaxed upon seeing Wilbur and Phil enter the room.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOMMYYY!” The older men yelled in unsion, to which Tommy flinched at as he’d just woken up a few minutes ago. Wilbur threw a small box at Tommy’s head, giggling at the whine and complaint that came from the younger, even more when Phil scolded him.

Tommy tilted his head and opened the box. It was a note, clearly written by Wilbur;

There’s nothing in this box. We are taking you out to lunch, birthday lunch. Let’s go.

Tommy looked up, a very disappointed look on his face which sent Wilbur and Phil into a fit of loud laughter. Tommy couldn’t help but smile, and he faced down to hide it.

“Come on, Tom! Get up, let’s go!” Phil made his way over to Tommy, and literally dragged him by his arms. Wilbur was at the edge of Tommy’s bed, incase Tommy fell off amidst the dragging.

“Alrihihight! I’m uhup, Phihil let gohohooo!” Tommy whined through giggles, he found this amusing. The eldest of the three let go of Tommy, and he and Wilbur left the room so Tommy could get ready.

Around ten miniutes later Tommy was out the door with Phil and Wilbur. Wilbur settled on carrying Tommy around to get to their destination —which earned a few odd looks from people who walked by, but they didn’t care.

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Hours after they’d gotten back to Tommy’s place, the three men were watching a movie. Of course, the movie was of Tommy’s choice because it’s his birthday.

Tommy was sat in between Wilbur and Phil, but he was huddled very close to Wilbur and his head was rested on the brunette’s shoulder. It took a lot in Wilbur to not aw aloud, and he kept looking over at Phil with a look that pretty much said holy shit i’m going to explode he’s adorable.

Wilbur noticed the teen yawn, and he smiled. “Getting tired, Tommy?” Tommy shook his head.

“No, not tired,” He yawned again despite his words.

“Well,” Phil started, “If you’re not tired, perhaps it’s time for that little birthday tradition we’ve got for you?” Wilbur caught on immediately, smugly grinning at Tommy. It took Tommy a few seconds to process, and when he did? He got up and ran.

“I’ll get him,” Wilbur spoke before gettung up and running after Tommy. Phil stayed put, listening to the footsteps and screams from both boys.

It didn’t take long for Wilbur to enter the room, carrying Tommy —who was thrashing and squirming as much as he could, anything to get away despite not wanting to— in his arms. “Let go of me! Get away!”

“Hard pass,” Wilbur smiled, setting Tommy down onto the floor and quickly pinning him down. “Phil, get his arms for me?”

Phil nodded, holding Tommy’s arms up with one hand. He made sure he didn’t hold on very tight incase Tommy actually wanted his hands free. Tommy looked up at Wilbur, then at Phil. He tried to suppress his smile, but inevitably failed.

“Plehease, we can tahalk about thihis?” Tommy giggled nervously as Wilbur held up his hands in the shape of claws, right above his sides. He slowly moved his hands to get closer and closer, until they rested on Tommy’s sides. Phil was grinning at the sight, and Tommy was giggling like mad in anticipation.

“I don’t think we can. I mean, this is tradition! We do this every year, how did you forget?” Phil grinned, looking down at Wilbur before sitting next to Tommy, pinning his hands under his knees. Tommy whined out of embarrassment, “Noho.. not bohoth of you..!”

“Yes, both of us! You ready?” Wilbur spoke with a smug grin, slowly starting to wiggle his fingers where they rested on Tommy’s sides. The teen broke into light giggles almost immediately, turning his head to the side so he wouldn’t have to face his brother. This was far too embarrassing.

Without warning, Wilbur tazered both of Tommy’s sides with his pointer and middle fingers before suddenly scribbling and squeezing up and down his sides, sending Tommy into loud laughter. “WihIHIHILBuHUHUR!”

Phil giggled at the boy next to him, bringing one of his hands to pinch at Tommy’s ribs. Tommy shrieked, tugging for his hands to be free but was already weakened too much by the tickles.

“WHYHYHYHY!?” Tommy whined through his loud laughter, kicking his legs at the best of his ability with Wilbur having him pinned.

“Tradition, Tom! You know how to get this to stop,” Phil exclaimed, moving his hand to quickly scribble into Tommy’s underarm to get him to shriek before going back to his ribs.

Tommy was too focused on Phil to notice Wilbur had lifted the teens shirt to right below his ribs. He didn’t notice, until he felt a poke to his stomach to get his attention.

“Surprise!” Wilbur exclaimed before lowering his head and blowing a raspberry right on the center of Tommy’s stomach, causing the blonde to shriek and arch his back before slamming right back down onto the floor.

“WIHIHIHILBUHUHUR!” Tommy screamed, managing to pull his arms free and push Wilbur off and away from him. Tommy quickly curled into a ball next to Phil, breathing heavily with a wide smile still on his face. He was already tired to begin with, so he didn’t have much stamina.

“Plehease.. nohoho.. noho mohohore…” Tommy was still giggling from the phantom tickles, his face and ears bright red.

“Toms, we’re done. Don’t worry,” Wilbur’s smile became fond, and he gently lifted Tommy up and carried him bridal style to the couch. He pretended to drop Tommy twice, scaring the life out of Tommy as he shrieked and wrapped his arms around Wilbur both times he did it. Phil lightheartedly scolded Wilbur as the brunette let out his hyena-like laugh.

When the three were sat on the couch, Tommy stayed cuddled closer to Wilbur. He was squished between him and Phil, but he stayed closest to Wilbur. “You guys are mean,” Tommy muttered.

“You agreed to have that be tradition,” Wilbur and Phil reminded the teen in unison. Tommy rolled his eyes.

Tommy soon found it hard to keep his eyes open, and once he fully closed them he was out like a light. Wilbur cooed aloud, as Tommy wasn’t awake to hear and couldn’t kill him for it. Phil found it adorable, but didn’t express it verbally. Wilbur could tell through the look in his eyes and the fond smile on his face what Phil was thinking. And he thought the same;

Tommy is by far the most adorable teenager on this planet.

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #lee!tommy #ler!wilbur #ler!phil #ler!philza #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle

[alexielve]

@totallynotbat Hey Bat! I was your Santa this year! I hope you enjoy your gift :D

Cold, cold, cold. Why is it so cold? Tubbo? Where is Tubbo?- No no no- Sam why would you take Michael- Please no no no- 

"Kid, hey kid- wake up" Phil shook Ramboo gently as he recognized the obvious signs of a nightmare. 

"No- no please-" Ranboo woke up, shaking with sobs as they hugged themselves, looking around frantically. 

"Hey it's alright kiddo, it's me, it's Phil." 

Phil slowly moved towards Ranboo extending his hands towards him. Ranboo immediately hid in the hugs while trembling badly. 

"P-Phil- They d-died- They all d-died." 

"Mate it's okay, we are all okay, now I need you to breathe slowly, okay?" 

Ranboo nodded as he began to take slow deep breaths, still trembling from the nightmare he had been awoken from. 

Phil smiled slightly as he cuddled Ranboo closer. 

"That's it mate, great job." 

With a few minutes of deep breathing, Ranboo was significantly better than before. They leaned into Phil, yawning slightly. 

"Tired mate?" Phil asked as he rubbed Ranboo's back gently. 

They merely responded with a small nod and another yawn, then that was replaced by an embarrassed look. Then Ranboo pulled Phil's hand to their stomach and covered their purple face. Phil audibly cooed and began gently tracing around Ranboo's tummy. Ranboo melted and burst into happy giggles while still hiding. 

"Noo, don't hide mate" Phil teased while brushing his wings on Ranboo's sides. 

"eEK- pHihil-" 

"Yes mate?" Phil smiled watching Ranboo melt even more. 

"Ihihit Tihi-" Ranboo stopped himself before he could finish his sentence and went even more purple. 

"Aww mate, does it tickle?" 

With a squeak, Ranboo nodded and giggled more. Phil continued his gentle tickles until Ranboo fell asleep peacefully in his arms. With a small smile, Phil cozied himself and soon they were both asleep on the couch, Ranboo's nightmare long out of their minds.

#squealing santa #squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #lee!ranboo #mcyt tickle #ler!phil

[nekoma-not-lee]

Day 24 - Candy/Potions

CC!Ranboo/CC!Tommy PLATONIC; C!Philza/C!Technoblade PLATONIC

“Tommy, stop hogging all the candy, or there will be consequences,” Ranboo warned as Tommy shoved another handful of candy in his mouth. “No way Ranboob,” Tommy stuck his tongue out at him, sassily. Ranboo shrugged, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you~” Ranboo pounced on Tommy and instantly wormed his fingers through Tommy’s weak defenses. His fingers skittered over his stomach, causing the shorter to squeal and burst into loud giggles, “WAITWAITWAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOT THIHIHIHIS!” Ranboo clicked his tongue, “Should’ve listened to me Tommy, I told you there would be consequences,” Ranboo then leaned down to whisper into Tommy’s ear while clawing his ribs, “Tktktktktktktktktk-” Tommy shrieked and instantly he knew he had messed with the wrong person that night.

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“It’s gonna be a little cold, but just hold still for me, okay?” Techno nodded in acknowledgment, and then hissed as he felt the cold of the healing potion and then relaxed as the healing potion was worked into his skin. He then soon after felt a tingling sensation and tensed up. Phil felt him tense up, “I’m sorry, does it hurt?” Techno shook his head and as the tingling grew stronger and stronger he burst into quiet giggles, “Ihihihit feheheheels weheheheird!” Phil smiled in understanding, “Oh that’s right! I forgot that it tickled a little bit, just try to hold still Tech.” Techno nodded and tried to hold still, as the tickling sensation grew stronger by the second. Soon his giggles turned into laughter and he was starting to have trouble holding still. Phil smiled at the adorable sight, enjoying seeing Techno loosen up for once.

#tickletober 2022 #day 24 candy/potions #dream smp #dream smp tickle #dsmp #dsmp tickle #neko’s two for one ficlets #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #cc!tommyinnit #cc!tommy #ler!ranboo #cc!ranboo #lee!technoblade #lee!techno #c!technoblade #c!techno #ler!phil #ler!philza #c!philza #c!phil

[amitlee]

His Family

Summary: A collection of Phil kindly terrorizing his children.

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“Oh, little bird~” Phil’s singsong voice echoed its way down to Tommy, who was currently doing an interesting mixture of gliding, flying, and running as he tried to evade the full fledged avian that was dead set on catching him.

“Dahahad-“ Tommy covered his mouth to prevent any more anxious laughter from spilling out. “Go away!” He demanded, laughter still evident in his tone.

“Hmmm, no.” A loud swoosh was heard right above the boy, who shrieked and attempted to speed up. This only caused him to lose footing and tumble unceremoniously onto the ground, leaves and grass providing a soft landing. Tommy rolled over on the ground, slightly disoriented and groaning dramatically.

Phil swept up his fledgling into his arms, dusting him off gently. “Aw, you’re fine mate.” He grinned. “Might not be when I’m done with you, though.”

Tommy’s bubbly laughter echoed through the forest.

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“Phil, please-“ Wilbur said, out of breath and panting. “-it was just for fun! A-And, you’re fine, see!”

“Oh, I see alright. Don’t worry mate, this is all part of the fun.” Phil replied, his tone full of mischief at the prospect of getting his lighthearted revenge.

The pair were currently standing on opposite ends of the kitchen table in a face off. When one would move, the other would mirror the movement, leaving them both trapped in a cycle of small steps and anticipation.

“If you give up now, I might go a little easier on you.” Phil tried to bargain, realizing he was getting nowhere in their game of chase.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Will whined incredulously.

Phil smiled, “Well, I guess I’ll have to be mean with you then. I guess I’ll have to dig into your hips, squeeze your sides, and count your ribs over and over. Then, I’ll trace the scar on your stomach, maybe I’ll even get the one on your back, we both know you can’t handle it for shit.” The eldest explained with a bored expression. He made a show of examining his nails, flexing his fingers to get a better look.

He admired the bright blush and shy smile on his son’s face. Relishing in the way the younger covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, it was all he needed to pounce on the boy.

The pair fell to the ground with a thud and immediately began wrestling for the upper hand. Unfortunately for Wil, Phil had dealt with similar tantrums more than he could count. The experienced warrior was quick to win the playful game and pinned Wil’s hands under his knees.

“Phil- Dad, waiT WAIHIHIhihit-“ Wil was barely given time to beg before Phil began to gently scratch his stomach, making him throw his head back in a fit of wild giggles.

“Breaking so soon, Wil?” Phil chuckled, “You’re more sensitive than I remembered.” He switched to spidering up and down Wil’s ribs, searching for the one that would send him into hysterics.

“Nohoho shihihit! PHIHIHIL NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!” Wilbur exclaimed, laughter turning squeaky as Phil drilled and scribbled on the golden rib right under his armpit.

“That’s right, mate. Let it all out.”

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“Tech?” Phil called. Techno met his gaze with a strained smile.

“What do you need, old man?” Techno answered, rolling his shoulders slowly before moving to try and massage them to ease some of the pain his sore muscles were causing.

“Mate, you’re tearing me apart.” Phil replied. He took in the confused and slightly startled appearance Techno had adopted after his statement.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Techno answered gruffly, sitting up in his chair and locking eyes with his father.

“It means that you need help and I want to be the one to give it.”

“I don’t need any-“ Techno cut himself off with a sigh, realizing this wasn’t a battle. “Thank you, Phil.”

Phil grinned, sitting up straight in his chair and patting the space on the floor in front of him. He watched as Techno stood up and plopped himself in between Phil’s legs, leaning back into the cushioned legs of the chair. “There we go.” He said as he began undoing his son’s messy braid and running his fingers soothingly through the hair.

Tension slowly leaked out of Techno’s frame and Phil massaged his scalp and redid his braid. After finishing, Phil moved to gently massage the warrior’s shoulders. He grinned as Techno huffed under his breath and leaned into his hands.

Slowly, Techno began to chuckle, snorts and yelps coming out when Phil decided to be mean and gently scratch where his shoulders and neck connected. Throughout all of this, he was completely relaxed with a blissful expression on his face. He jumped with a gasp as Phil began to swirl his fingers behind his ears with a feather-light touch. His chuckles turned to higher pitched giggles along with squeaks intermingling with the sweet sound.

“Phihihilza” Techno whined, his words slurred with sleep and exhaustion.

Phil slowed his tracing of the piglin’s ears, opting to rest his hands back on the hybrid’s shoulders. “Yes?”

“ ‘m tired.” The remaining tension melted completely when Phil went back to the original massage, making sure to be firm as to not tickle the tired boy again.

The pair soon made their way to Techno’s room, the man himself leaning heavily on his father before being laid down onto his bed.

“Sleep well, son.” Phil said with a fond and loving smile, closing the door softly and making his way back to the living room.

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Surprise, nerds.

#mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #ler!phil #ler!philza #lee!tommyinnit #lee!tommy #lee!wilbur #lee!techno #lee!technoblade #dsmpticklefic #dsmp tickle fic #ler!philzaminecraft

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Lee!Ranboo Ler!Phil with the sparkly heart emoji? CCs pls :)

A/N: Oh! I don't write CC/IRL-related content. So instead, interpret this as a modern fantasy universe, or maybe similar to OSMP!

"You know, Ranboo." Phil casually began, keeping the endermen's hands firmly in place. "I heard ender's all have a distinctive chirp. Do you have one?"

"PHIHIHil nohoHOHO!!"

"I'm very interested in finding out." Phil hummed, unable to stop the small smile from appearing on his face. Ranboo's legs were going wild, kicking and wailing in the opposite direction of his face thankfully. He forgot how much fun it was to tickle someone, though he didn't think Ranboo could say the same.

No matter where Ranboo turned, left or right, he pressed into one of the avian's wings. It sent a terribly buzzy feeling throughout his tummy, and to make matters worse, the sensation had tripled when Phil decided it was the brightest idea to pin Ranboo's arms above his head.

The younger had been stressed lately, Phil's brain chimed. It was only a matter of time before someone else got their hands on him, this was really a gift in disguise.

Or, perhaps Phil just wanted to tickle him for fun.

Truthfully, he's not at fault here. If anyone had seen the look on Ranboo's face, and knew that he'd make some of the cutest and silliest sounds ever when a stray feather tickled his belly button, then they'd be doing the same thing.

If Ranboo himself could see the expressions he made, without any self-depreciation or fake ego-inflation, then he'd also agree. The ear wiggle, the tail curls, and the happy-squinty eye look? Phil could just eat him up!

Actually... that's not a bad idea.

#aw yes look at them go #lee!ranboo #ler!phil #ler!philza #anonymous #ask

[guesswho873]

*Ascends from a puddle of ink*

So we had the ler!ranboo and lee!phil. Now Phil needs his payback, can we see that in action?

*Descends back into the ink*

*sees you raise from the ink*

what the-

*sees you go back*

how-HOW MANY ARE THERE?

and sorry i took so long to post this

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #gwho?art #lee!ranboo #ler!philza #ler!phil #asks

[bumbleleewrites]

For the 200 event, c ler!phil and c lee!techno and word can be heat

"Phil, would you stop moving already?" Techno complained. The blond was laying down and resting his head on his friend's stomach.  Techno didn't mind; Phil's presence held a warmth that was welcome after having spent the day in the arctic. However, the way he kept nuzzling into the fur on his belly in the space where the piglin's shirt had ridden up was maddening, and Techno was fighting to suppress his laughter.

"I would, but you keep squirming around," Phil replied. He playfully shook his head, causing a snort to escape Techno. Phil laughed. "Ah, right, sorry. I forgot you were so ticklish."

The other groaned. "I'm not. Be quiet."

Phil rolled his eyes and snaked a hand over to rest next to his head. He took some of Techno's fluff between his fingers and gently combed through it, causing the piglin to stifle a squeal. "Aw, you can laugh, Tech," he coaxed.

Techno reluctantly allowed himself to titter under his breath as Phil's nails glided along his skin. 

Phil smiled at him. "See? It's not so bad, is it?"

"Ihi guess not."

Techno closed his eyes and allowed the comforting heat of the space to lull him to sleep.

#bumble's 200 follower event #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #lee!technoblade #lee!techno #ler!phil #ler!philza

[totallynotbat]

Stream Character Relaxing

Summary: After a stream, Philza and Phil meet up outside of the SMP. Literally.

A head cannon, I have is that Philza will pop out once in awhile to see his Irl self, don’t know why.

Notes: 

Irl! Phil will be known as Phil

C!Phil will be known as Philza. 

Tickle fic! Click off if you don’t like it!

Relationship is entirely platonic! Don’t tag as ship fic! 

T/W: Swearing

“Alright, Chat! I’ll see you all later!” Phil smiled, as the chat expressed their excitement for the next stream. Turning off his stream camera. Stretching in his chair, his back would thank him later, taking off his headphones and setting them on the desk. 

“Well that was fun!” A sudden voice nearly made the 34 year old jumped. But he calmed down, relaxing and looked over at the avian hybrid, wearing a green white striped bucket hat and green kimono. The red hardcore heart tied around his neck.

“Apologies didn’t mean to scare you.” Philza stared at Phil with a grin, who smiled back. 

“Gods…” Phil stretched and flopped back on the bed Philza was on, yawning. “Do you ever get tired?”

“Phil, I’m the character version of you. Of course I do.” Philza nonchalantly responded. Phil looked up, noticing how his character wings, twitched a bit, and the discomfort of Philza.

“You look erm…stressed, you want me to try and preen a bit?” Phil asked awkwardly. Philza blinked, never thought he would hear that before.

“Uh, just be careful.” Philza opened his wings lightly. Wincing a bit as his left one was twitching and wrapped up in a bandage, clearly a bit old since L’manburgs explosion. Carefully Phil took it off, it unraveled, quickly showing a few broken feathers sticking out, the wing began flapping uncontrollably. But Philza winced and whimpered the more it moved.

Phil’s heart nearly broke, the streamer knew it was his character after all, that he created him to be like that but, he didn’t know that it would hit him that hard, he didn’t want Philza to hurt himself.

“Okay, I’ll take care of you’re right wing then try to fix you’re left one later.” Phil stated as Philza nodded. 

“Thanks…” 

Phil began picking out a few old feathers from the avians back, before taking his hands and lightly traced around the black feathers. Making sure to be careful as possible. 

Philza chirps echoed a bit through the room, despite it being light, giggles squeaked through as well. Phil struggled a bit with certain areas, that came a bit harder when he started at the base of his creation wings. 

Philza back arched up, a few giggles slipping out. Phil stopped for a bit, before a small smile appeared on his face. 

“Sorry Philza, forgot you are ticklish there.” 

Philza rolled his eyes. Trying his hardest to stay still. Phil was done in know time on his wings, but he wasn’t done yet. Phil knew one way to calm him down.

Phil scribbled across Philza’s sides, the avian immediately arched his back. 

“Ack! Phihihihil! Nohot therehehehe!” Philza squeaked, thrashing a bit to get out of his grasp. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Phil tutted, placing his hands around the crowfather and quickly pulled him back, quickly running his nails into Philza’s stomach, smiling at the giggles he got. 

“Ehehehehe!” Philza chirped, squirming. “Shihihihihit!!!”

“Daw! Ticklish much?” Phil cooed. 

“Yeheheheah!” 

Phil lightly traced his fingers up into his neck. Philza lost it, melting down and resting his head on Phil’s chest. 

“Heh, you remind me of my position when Kristen got me on stream.” Phil chuckled to himself. Chuckling at the enduring chirps that he got, eventually Phil stopped, allowing his character to sit up and breath. 

“Thanks…I needed that…” Philza smiled, ruffling his wings, Phil luckily managed to fix his left one, his wings just needed a bit more time to heal in order for him to fly again.

For a few minutes it was quiet, the pair just talking. That is until a question sprung upon Philza’s mind. 

“Phil?”

“Hm?” 

“Are you ticklish?” 

Phil perked his head up, butterfly’s in his stomach already. “Why?”

“You got me, mate.” Philza replied. “It’s fair that I get you back.”

Phil, got a bit flustered at that comment.  He has been tickled a few times by Kristen before, even on stream. “Y-yeah, only on certain places is where it’s bad.” Phil admitted. 

Philza smiled. “May I ask where?” 

Damn Phil’s heart for being soft. “Erm, neck, sides…I guess the same spots as you, minus the wings of course…and er…I have a ticklish back…” 

Philza stepped a bit closer. Sitting on top of Phil’s legs. “Do you mind?” 

Phil blinked a few, if it kept the two of them relaxed, he was okay with it. Plus he’s had a long day. Phil pressed his back against the pillow. “Just stop…the second I ask…” 

Philza smiled, putting a hand on Phil’s shoulder. “Of course, mate.”

Philza sat on top of Phil’s legs, the ironic part about all of this is that his IRL self was taller than him by about an inch. So this was gonna be fun. 

“Ready?” Philza asked, Phil nodded, a wobbly smile already on his face. 

Philza immediately scribbled his nails into Phil’s neck. Phil squeaked and bursted into giggles. 

“Awe! You have the cutest laugh, mate!” Philza smiled, scribbling the nails across his creator’s neck.

“Nohohohoho!!! I Dohohohoho! Nahahahahat!!!” Phil giggled, shaking his head side to side, to try and hide from the sensations fluttering over his skin.

“You do, and you’re not afraid to show it!” Philza cooed, placing one of his wings and moving it across his neck. 

“Ehehehehe! Nohot the fehehehethers!” Phil squeaked, attempting to swat them away with his hands. 

Not working really well as Philza scribbling his nails into Phil’s sides, squeezing the black dress shirt quickly. 

“GAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!!!” Phil cackled, bringing his hand back on the bed sheets, throwing his head back as he laughed. 

Phil’s laughter echoed the room, with him squirming a bit which Philza didn’t allow, due to his neck and side being tickled constantly to make him crash right back down.

Eventually, Philza stopped allowing him to take a breather. Phil taking deep breaths of air, he was a giggly mess already.

“Ready for round two?” Philza asked, sitting down still on Phil’s legs, his hands on the black shirt. Phil nodded. Philza grabbing the shirt and waited for Phil’s approval. Phil nodded and inhaled. 

Phil felt something soft stir around his stomach, right near his ribs and began snickering, covering his mouth with his hands, to prevent anything slipping out. 

“Naw, come on mate! I wanna see that smile!” Philza teased, moving his wings around Phil’s stomach, poking around his naval. “You gotta let yourself laugh more!”

A few muffled laughter escaped, at least that’s what Philza could hear behind Phil’s hands. 

“I think someone is gonna break~” Philza teased, moving the black wings a bit faster. “Awwww is someone feather sensitive~”

Phil kept his hands around his mouth, a small smile on his face. “Nohohoho! Teheheheheasing!” He said muffled from behind his hands. 

“Nawww! Come on! I wanna hear you giggle!” Philza smirked and moved his hands towards Phil’s sides. “Hey Phil?”

Phil looked up, a bit confused. But still kept his mouth shut.

Until the skittering of feathers on his ribs.

“Tktktktktktktktktktk!” Philza teased, as Phil immedidly removed his hands to try and get away.

Too late.

Phil bursted out into high pitch squeals as Philza’s wings scribbled across his top ribs. Philza’s hands moving across his lower ribs amplified the sensations.

“NOHOHOHO!!! EHEHEHEHEHAHAHA NOHOT THEREHEHE!!!” Phil’s bubbly hard laughter broke through, as he squirmed around.

“And the dam breaks!” Philza smirked, smiling at the enduring laughter that came out.

“SHUHUHUHUT!” Phil cackled, before feeling a small poke to his naval. “HAHAHAHAHA!”

“EHEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHO ITITS THIHIHICKLY!!!” Phil cackled, a series of snorts bursting out in between as he arched his back up as he layed on the bed.

“Damn, and I thought snorting was Techno’s thing!” Philza cooed, lightly tracing his wings around each bone of Phil’s ribs, wiggling the feathers in between. “You’re really sensitive mate!”

“YOUHOHOHOU! AREHEHE-OHOHONE TOHOHO TAHAHAHALK!!!” Phil wheezed a bit from how much he laughed, attempting to push Philza back didnt help either.

“Rude.” Philza smirked. Pulling out his wings from his ribs and tickling behind Phil’s ears. Phil melting a bit into light high pitched bubbly giggles.

“Ghehehe! Ititititit tichehehekles!”

“It’s supposed to!” 

“Hehehehahaha!” Phil giggled, attempting to swat the feathers away, only for them to move faster.

Eventually Philza stopped, removing his wings. Lightly scribbling behind Phil’s ears with his nails to calm him down.

“Gohohohod yohohohour mean!” Phil chuckled, either from the ear tickles or from being tickled was unclear.

“I don’t know, you weren’t saying stop yet.”

“Shuhuhuush you.” 

Philza got off of Phil’s legs. Sitting to the right side of him. “You good?” 

Phil nodded, sitting up a bit. Philza held down Phil’s legs, placing a hand on his thigh. Given the fact Phil did a sharp inhale. This was gonna be good. Philza scribbled his nails across his thighs.

“NAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Phil squealed. Becoming more with the bed every second, hiccups peppering in.

“Someone has got ticklish legs? How adorable.” Philza cooed, squeezing his thighs a few more times. Noticing how Phil kicked his legs out a bit.

“ShuhUHuhuhut up!” Phil’s laughter went up an octave. “I’ll fuhuhuhucking khihihil yohohohohou fohohor thihihis!!!” 

That sentence meant to be a threat, but it was filled with no malice, just bubbly laughter from the streamer.

The thigh tickling lasted much longer than Phil thought, by then he was a giggly mess on the bed, small snorts peppering in.

“Do you mind flipping over Phil?” Philza asked. “Or do you want me to do it for you?” 

Phil chuckled a bit. “Yeah, hang on.”

Phil rolled onto his stomach, his face was red at this rate, resting his head on folded arms. His blush turned darker when he felt weight on his lower back. “Gohohds.” He burrows his face into his hands.

“That bad huh?” Philza asked.

“Y’know how bad your wings are?”

“Yeah.”

“Triple it mate.” 

“Wow.” Philza smiled, a bit amazed at the information. “You really trust me.”

“Unfortunately.” Phil sarcastically remarked, before giggling as Philza scribbled across behind his neck. “Hehehey! I wahahahahs kihihihiding!!!” 

“I know, I just wanted to tease you a bit.”

Philza traced lightly across Phil’s back. Phil squeaked and began lightly giggling, melting to the gentle touch, giggling lightly into his arms, a red blush right on his face.

“Hehehe!!!” Phil chuckled, Philza noticed and smiled.

“Oh wow, you really giggle here.”

“Yeheheah…itit reheheally tihihihickles!”

“Well that be the point mate!” Philza smirked, going back and forth on his upper and lower body.

“Ehehehehahaha!!! I knohohow-thihihickles! It-itit thihihickles!-Hehehe!!! Hahahaha!!!” Phil melted into the light tickling the avian gave him, small snorts escaping his mouth with a small hiccup that would slip out at points.

“You are adorable, no wonder why Kristin married you!” Philza teased, tracing his feathers across his skin, which tensed up in response.

“Shihihihihihit! Yohohou Fuhuhuhuhucking-Hahahaha!”

“Awww! Your so giggly!” Philza cooed, tracing small circles into his upper back, watching as Phil squirmed around, giggling and laughing out curses.

It’s been awhile for Phil since his back has been tickled, Kristin would get into tickle fights with him constantly when they first hanged out. And she would always go to that spot.

Phil thinks it’s a werid one he didn’t know he had, guess sitting on a chair playing Hardcore does something. He could just relax but not prepare for what happened next.

“GAHAHAHA!!! OHOH GOHOHOHOD PHILZA NOHOHOHO!!!!” Phil screamed, as Philza scribbled across his back. Phil squirming around banging his fist onto the bed. 

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding.” Philza chuckled, surprised, slowing down a tiny bit.

“GAHAHAHA YAHAHAHA THIHIHINK!!!” Phil squealed, snorts and giggles peppering in. 

Philza placed his hands near Phil’s hips squeezing them rapidly, while his wings moved around Phil’s back. 

Phil let out a high pitch scream, tears peaking out of his eyes. His laughter came back hard, along with the thrashing. Phil was completely lost in his laughter, from both the squeezing and feathers, he couldn’t handle feathers, and then Philza blew a raspberry right into his spine.

“STOP! STAHP STOPOPOP!!! PHILZA PLEASEHEHEHE!!!” Phil screamed, deep belly laughter and hiccups he couldn’t control escaping from his mouth.

Philza stopped immediately, rubbing Phil’s back as an attempt to soothe the tingling in his system right now. Phil, being a giggly mess on top of the bed. 

“Apologies, didn’t know how bad that was for you.” Philza stated, mussing around Phil’s neck and ears while he still can.

“Kristin lohohohoves using it against mehehe during streams.” Phil giggled, relaxing as Philza traced behind his ears. “The chat thinks it’s cute when she does it.”

“Indeed.” Philza smiled, continuing to trace behind the skin, smiling lightly with a small coo at his creators giggling. “You like your ears being tickled huh?”

“Shuhuhut up. Hehehe! Mahahate it tickles!” Phil giggled, leaning his head into Philza’s hand, his fingers lightly tracing across the back of his ears. “Well, that’s the point.” Philza smiled, Phil practically melting, leaning his head into Philza’s ticklish touch, his giggling being light, bubbly and squeaky. “It feels good though right?”

“Yeheheheheah…Ehehehehehe! Hahahaha!”

It lasted a few more minutes, Phil looked like he was going to fall asleep any minute, as he leaned into Philza’s chest, the hybrid continuing to tickle his ears, even moving to trace his back, Phil’s eyes fluttered closed a bit, giggling.

Philza slowed down, tracing Phil’s neck and his back, moving Phil down to lay down on the bed, covering him up with a blanket, Phil giggling when the avian touched his belly and side.

Philza got up and off the bed, leaving his creator a giggly mess. “Well I better head back to the SMP, see ya around Phil.”

“See ya, mate.” Phil commented in a tired voice and in a poof of smoke, the avian hybrid was gone.

Phil sighed and layed down comfortable on the bed, trying to ignore the tingling on his body. He fell asleep after a stream, feeling relaxed. And was sure hoping, knowing his character was as well, in his own ways.

#mcyt tickle #ler!philza #lee!phil #ler!phil #lee!philza #dreamsmp tickle #Switch!phil #Switch!philza

[kanene-yaaay]

Secrets and the Pros and Cons of Not Running Away

Kanene's notes: I will receive no constructive criticism on this, I saw a character that just keeps being destroyed over and over because he loves and cares too much and since mah bros on that island only SUFFER, I *WILL* take the matters onto my own hands and give them all the tickles and fluff thank you so much for understanding.

Anyway, the Happy Pills Arc is my absolute fave until now, and this animatic is my new obsession. It doesn't has anything to do with the fic, really, but I think it deserves more love drtyuiklkjhg.

Warnings: This is a tickle fanfic. It has hurt/comfort, fluff and some angsty thoughts, but nothing too dark. It happens after the Happy Pills stuff and doesn't follow the canon timeline. Ticklish!Forever and Ler!Philza, Ler!Bad, Ler!Pac, Ler!Mike, Ler!Richarlyson, Ler!Tallulah and Ler!Chayanne. It is 8,000 words long.

[~*~]

Forever woke up. 

His eyes hurt when they opened so he kept them closed for a few minutes more, watching the flash of memories run behind his eyelids in blurry movements and sounds. 

For the first time in a while his mind was silent, clear from all the effects of what the Federation did to him. His feelings no longer exploded crazy in his chest as they often did during the last few days, fighting to survive before the chemicals from the drugs washed them over and got suppressed by a blinding, fake happiness.

Their kids were gone. 

Richarlyson was gone. His son disappeared in thin air and there were no clues or hints that showed any single way to get them back or even know where they went. 

The island was in scrambles, empty. 

There were explosions and grieving and chaos everywhere. Every parent doing any and everything to cope with the fact that from day to night they’ve got what was the most important for them ripped right from their fingers. 

The N.I.N.H.O, his project (his responsibility) didn’t work out this time and they lost everything because of it.

Badboyhalo was losing his colors. Baghera disappeared. Cellbit straight out begged him to not leave him alone during all of this. Mike hadn’t been seen in a long time. Etoiles was trying to keep their hopes up. Everyone asked him what they should do, now. What would he do as their president. 

And what did he do? He fucking lost it. He let his feelings get over his head, exploded everything that he could put his eyes on, demolished his base with TNT and threatened Cucurucho, forced the Federation to do a throwback just so they would have an island to put their feet on. Made the Federation see him as a threat and force those pills on him.

He left everyone. His family. His friends.

(What more could he do?)

And everyone should've left him too.

…

And yet…

And yet Pac jumped head first to save him. Accepting to go under Cucurucho’s “treatment” so he could analyze the drugs and find a cure for it. No matter how much he was shaking in fear the entire time, how bad the Federation treated him before or how there was just no certainty that his plan would even work

And yet Philza saw under his mask of smile, past the point of his gun and right into the pain in his eyes in his lowest moment and said that everything would be fine, that he still trusted him, that he knew who he was and how much he cared about the eggs. He said they would find a way to solve things out.

And yet Cellbit didn’t let him go for a single second. He followed him no matter the instability, during those painful moments of consciousness, beyond the fake minutes of happiness and slipped past his traps just to go and pull him out of it. He shouted and hugged and taunted and broke and fought dirty and did what he could to bring him back.

And yet Bad still talked and answered him, even with how much he was hurting, even with the bombs and screams and the dismissing he came back over and over again with his chats and banters and discussions that so easily led Forever to the trap that would come to save his life.

Once again, there were tears in his eyes. 

They were too his family. Forever was the one who put himself under Cucurucho’s radar by going apeshit and bombarding the entire island and they were the ones who saved him from that white fucking bear. From himself. From the Happy Pills.

He cried.

(What else could he do?)

Agony and hope danced in harmony in his chest, sucking all his other senses to nothing and filling his soul with every emotion under the sun at the same time. It was overwhelming but good to be free to feel so easily. It was horrible that he knew how it was like to miss this freedom so much. It was empty to feel this despair all over again. It was good, no, essential to know he was not alone.

Almost hopeful, even.

And yet their children were gone.

And yet everyone was kind of lost.

And yet they needed someone solid, a strong leader to step in.

Forever didn’t feel strong.

(What would he do?)

He wiped his tears. Sat on the bed. Got up. Put back the flag on his shoulder. Took a deep breath, listening to the very known voices coming out of the infirmary that made his entire face change to a (this time genuine) happy, tired and relieved kind of smile.

The president of Quesadilla Island woke up.

(And he didn’t have any idea of how much everyone had been waiting to show him how much they were happy about it.)

[~*~]

It all started in very tiny ways, as most things did, easy to miss if you didn’t know where to look. 

The first time it happened Forever was at favela. He had just finished fixing the elevator from the Karaoke and was watching the sunset (Hi, Bobby) wash over the beach in a dance of colors at the top of the building, resting on the parapet. Pac was somewhere close, building more houses or getting in trouble with Fit, but, besides them, it was just him, his memories and Copacabana beach.

Forever laid his head in his arms, with a long sigh, closing his eyes and just letting the wind mess his hair and clear his thoughts, enjoying the brief moment of peace before he started thinking about more plans and projects to fill his day and mind with.

It was hard, though. When every block he put down or decoration he pulled up made the blonde turn around with a call in the tip of his tongue, words disappearing when he realized that there was no set of small footsteps following him and probably never would again because they were all gone and he was not and how could he ever even think about-

A shiver ran down his spine and made his thoughts come to a halt when he felt a light tickle in the back of his neck, making him have to move a hand out of his comfortable position to wipe the leaf or whatever out of his skin. 

His fingers made contact with nothing. Uh. Must’ve flown away already.

He was tired. Maybe he should take the rest of the day to clean his base. There were still holes from the mine traps that someone has been spreading across the island lately. Another problem for him to resolve. Looked like those were never going to end.

The tickle came back, following him even when he flinched away, with a puffed snicker falling from his tongue. His hand shot to scare whatever insect it was from his neck again but the touch was as nimble as it was soft, lightly and skillfully dancing away from his hold before it could catch him.

“Que porra.” (“The fuck.”) He tried again and again, going so far as slapping his entire arm behind him, hitting nothing.

The sensation disappeared for a brief while before running all the way across his spine, making him almost jump in the air and finally give up his comfortable position to spin around. “Que que é isso, cara!” (“What is this, man!”)

“Pfff- hahaha!”

Forever turned just in the right moment to see his short friend, with sky blue eyes shining with a playful light, pulling a black, crooked and beautiful wing behind his back, his laugh ringing across the building.

“Philza! Really?” 

“What? You wouldn’t have that problem if you wore a shirt, you know?” Forever’s shouted “WHAAAAT!” did nothing to alleviate his laughing fit, a snort not taking long to appear.

“You, you’re, you’re bullying me, man! I just came out of the hospital and you treat me like this. I can’t believe it!”

“You’re-”

“You come here, you hit me, you don’t let me rest after I get out of a coma… I am an injured, man, you know that, Philza? You’re bullying an injured man.”

“I literally,” his tune tried and failed to sound at least a tidbit serious before he descended in more laughter. “I literally didn’t even hit you!” 

Forever continued as if he didn’t hear the protest of the other, turning around and gesticulating dramatically. “You’re a bully, Philza. You’re such a bully.”

“I am doing that to remind you to put on a shirt! You just came out of the hospital, you’re gonna catch a cold.”

“Nah, nah, nah, you’re mean. You’re just so mean to me. Like, I thought we were friends, you know? But I see the truth now.” He tsked. “That is just sad, Philza. That is really sad, man.”

“Oh my fucking god.” The punch he gave on Forever’s arms didn’t even hurt, only making the president snicker louder. “Shut the fuck up.”

Forever chuckled at how done the other sounded, watching him roll his eyes and shake his head with a big smile before taking (he wasn’t resting anymore so might as well just finish his work here) the chance and walking in between the tables and chairs until he got behind the balcony. In no time he began filling the storage with drinks and food. The high, upbeat joy of banting with his friend slowly calming down.

“Actually, I am going to put back my old black suit soon. I am just taking a break from wearing suits so much, you know?”

He didn’t have to explain what the break was really for and how his old presential clothes didn’t have anything to do with it, Philza understood. 

“Take that time off, Forever, you deserve it.” His tune was soft. 

Forever smiled, wishing he could show Phil how wrong he was. A“break” definitely wasn’t on the list of things that Forever deserved at all. That anarchist was way too kind.

“Thank you very much, my friend.” He closed the cabinet door, turning around (and away), facing the entire restaurant. 

Each chair, each color and decor had been carefully picked by small , gentle claws. The building had been chosen by hand and even the balcony was built lower than normal, made so that a small child could go behind it and pretend to be a barman, sing with the melodies and enjoy the view with their family and friends. 

Signs were still spreaded there, on the restaurant, the rooms, the favela, the N.I.N.H.O, the Spawn, their home and island… None of it had been built to be just for the adults and it all brought a longing pang in his chest. 

Saudade.

They’re gone. They’re gone and he was here laughing and resting and doing nothing to rescue them and how could he be so usele-

Another soft sweep of feathers right under his chin made him flinch away with a surprised, bitten giggle, successfully making his line of thoughts disintegrate for a second time. A half smile painted his face.

“Stop with that, man! It tickles.”

Philza tilted his head slightly to the side, eyes sharp in concentration, as if just realizing something. But at the sound of Forever’s voice he blinked and let his expression become a tad more relaxed, with worried tunes.

“You just seemed to be thinking a whole lot back there. What is in your mind?”

“Nothing really important. It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, I’ve got some bad news for you then, mate. Because it will matter to me. You can tell me anything, Forever.”

And for a moment the other considered not doing that. Teleporting away or brushing his worries with another topic or a joke. But that was Philza. 

Philza, one of the most protective parents who still trusted him with Tallulah when he was away. Philza, who didn’t care about the elections but voted for him anyway. Philza, who trusted him with such a conviction and an unyielding loyalty that Forever had no idea of what he could ever have done to deserve it.

(“You saved my children.” Philza would say if he could listen to him. “You went beyond and further to save everyone’s kids for free over and over so no parent would ever carry the grief of losing them again. You did it for Richarlyson, for Tallulah, for Bobby, for Pomme, for you, for us, for free. I’m not forgetting that easily and I’m not letting you forget too.”)

And that was enough.

He stared at the beach again, the words coming easier when he was not looking at the other.

“Talullah was the one who decorated the restaurant. We were having a Karaoke Night and when we got up here she had already put all those nice trees and pretty flowers…It looks really nice.”

Philza sighed, looking ten thousands of years older.

“Yeah, she has an amazing taste.” Then he walked and stayed right in front of Forever’s view, staring right at his eyes, serious. “We’re going to find them, ok? Richas, Talullah, Chayanne, Ramon… Every single one, we’re going to get them back. So don’t let yourself give up and stay focused.”

The president, his friend, nodded.

“We will get them back.” Forever agreed. “No matter what it costs.”

[~*~] 

But Philza was a discreet fella, so things continued to be shown in tiny ways for a while. A poke when he got too distracted and his thoughts too dark, a scribble to get his attention, a sweep of feathers when he refused to stop working so much and listen to the reason. Forever pretended to be annoyed, but the fact that the other cared so much and in such a playful way kept fishing fond smiles and amused chuckles out of him and that he couldn’t ignore.

His cute secret was secure with him, and so things took a while before it began escalating, all because of a different afternoon…

It started with a jumpscare.

“FOREVER!”

“PUTA MERDA!” (“HOLY SHIT!”) The loud shout quickly descended in a series of nervous giggles. The blond holding his chest and resting in a wall to not fall, muscles trembling with the sudden shot of adrenaline. 

It took a couple of minutes for him to get back his composure and glare at the demon that was still snickering gleefully at him, tail swooping around in delight as he jumped around. 

It took exactly one second. 

In a blink Forever was getting his soul back to his body and then in the other he was throwing himself at him and both were rolling on the floor in a mess of pushes and kicks. “Tu se acha engraçadão, hein? Tu se acha muito engraçadão. Palhaço! Tá palhaço demais, hein, Badboyhalo.” (“You think you’re so funny, yeah? You think you’re so funny. You clown! You’re being such a clown, huh, Badboyhalo.”)

Forever didn’t care that his wrestling was uncoordinated enough so most hits didn’t even land on his friend, different from Bad that actually got more than one or two kicks right before letting himself be lost in a mix of too joyfully complains of “unfair attack” and “dictator” to have any true heat in them. 

Their playful fight was kept for a few pieces of a while before they were too distracted by their own amusement to not let the other go and try to recompose themselves.

“Where! is! it!”

“What?” Forever asked, staring with confused eyes at the black demon who crossed his arms and squinted at him in what Forever could swear was an annoyed composure if it wasn’t the way his tail swayed around and his eyes glinted in glee. Whether it was for being so unclear and successfully confusing the blond or for the original reason he appeared there in the first place it wasn’t clear. 

For a moment his eyes unfocused from the form of the other and watched the wall full of kind, heartwarming messages that he asked for everyone still awake at that night to write so he could make BadboyHalo a surprise. Suddenly all the pieces came together in his mind and formed such a cute picture that Forever couldn’t help but let out a delighted chuckle, lips curling in an amused, teasing smirk. “Ooooh, I see what you’re talking about now, Badboy.”

That chuckles almost became a crackle when the only response he received was a petulant huff and a hand extended in his direction, fingers twitching impatiently. Forever took out his backpack, rummaging through it until he found the compartment where he kept all his flowers, carefully pushing Richa’s favorite one aside so he could pull another one. His fingers clasped around a stem and soon a light purple grazed his sight. “Here. Your daily flower. It’s for until you get better, right?”

“Oh, nice, thank you.” Bad’s voice tinted with a softer tune, carefully gathering the gift and putting it on his own backpack, in a special place, together with the others, before his tune became agitated again, feet tapping on the floor with energy. “But that is NOT what I am talking about.” He got closer and repeatedly began slapping his arm, following the president when he shouted and started running around the enclosed space, jumping in attempts to escape from the sudden attack. “WHERE IS IT! GIVE ME, IT’S MINE!”

“What! What more do you want from me!” When no answer was given besides more chasing and (friendly) hitting, the blonde got the warpstone with an exaggerated sigh. 

“You know, Badboyhalo,” when Forever said his entire name, it wasn’t exactly sing-songing, but it had a little beat painted with amusement and tease, when the demons haven’t been able to successfully annoy him out of his mind, of course. “I really need to go, man, and since you don’t have anything to say to me… tsk, that is so sad, man, I was really feeling quite… generous today”

“No!” The demon tried to grab his shoulder, but the blonde dodged swiftly, still pretending to be looking busy and thinking hard about his next location. “Forever. Do not. You’re not running away. I know what you’re doing!” Forever smiled. 

Being friends with Cellbit, you learned a thing or two. Like how to disappear in the middle of a conversation, but, especially, how to do that in the most annoying way possible. “No, no, no, I’m not running away at all, Bad, I am actually…”

However, that was the thing: Bad was also Cellbit’s friend, and so realized the exact moment that glint filled the president’s brown eyes what was about to happen. His hand flew in another attempt of a grab, missing once again his shoulder when the other, a bit later than last time, dodged, which allowed his reflex to kick in and his hand changed the trajectory and lay on the brazilian’s side, squeezing.

None of them was prepared for the squeal that this action fished.

For a second, a blissful second, everything froze and both stared at each other. 

That is how Forever saw the exact second the demon’s eyes squinted and a playful flame alighted in them.

In a blink his other hand also flew to his waist and began attacking both sides with no mercy. Forever had no chance to even try to stop the barking loud laughter that exploded from him, immediately letting go of the warpstone to clue on Bad’s wrists, trying to push them away by sheer reflex even before his brain could process what was happening. 

“Nonono, stop that! BA-ad!”

Bad couldn’t help but giggle, half adoring and half malefically, at the way the laughter made most of his words get almost intelligible. Besides, Bad thinks he could grow accustomed to having his name being snickered in such an adoring - together with that cute smile and shiny eyes - way more often, really.

His fingers poked and prodded with skill and curiosity, looking for any sensitive spot that could create a new fun sound and concentrating there for a few maddening seconds and plenty of digging before looking for the next one. There was a very nice one juuust above his lowest rib that made the barking laughter become a string of snickers that seemed to grow higher and faster by the seconds. It almost made Bad forget his main job now as his friend and rival the second (actually, even before that, if he was being honest, but honesty was overrated) he discovered that little fun secret about their dear tyrant:

Tease him out of his mind.

“Huh? Stop what, Foreverrr?” “That! You’re ti-” Bad closed his hands in fists and pressed his knuckles on his ribs and rubbed as if his life depended on it, cutting the rest of the sentence with success and filling the room with much more shrieks than before. “What was that?” 

Forever couldn’t answer, his legs were failing and it made him get close to a fall if it wasn’t for the demon adjusting his hold on him and slowly lowering him to the ground, fingers still dancing in each and every rib, scratching and scribbling happily.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear what you’re saying, some muffinhead is laughing their heart out near here. Perhaps they heard a very good joke. Hmmm, what do you think Forever?”

Forever snorted, eyes almost closed with how much he was laughing, tears beginning to collect in the corner of his eyes. A few portuguese words got tangled with his crackling. Bad nodded seriously and slowed his tickle attack, not wanting to go too far.

“Uh hm, no, I get what you’re putting down here. We just need to ignore the laughter and keep up our nice conversation. I think that is a great idea!” He snuggled his hands cozily under Forever’s armpits, lightly wiggling and poking, which resulted in the laughter becoming a new dance of a calmer, but still high with adrenaline and mirth, string of snickers that made the blonde’s shoulders bounce in joy. “What were you saying before?” 

“Stop tickling me!” “What!” Bad gasped in offense. “How can you even accuse me like that! What the fudge, I thought we were friends. But, no, I see. I came aaaaall the way over here, did nothing wrong and you just treat me like that.” He gave a fake sniff.  “You’re hurting my feelings, Forever.” “Mentiroso!” (Liar!) It was quite difficult to see with tears and squinted eyes, especially when Bad’s hoodie always kept his expressions hidden, however, it was even harder to miss how those shiny eyes glinted with mischief and fondness and his smirk went from one ear to another. 

It was quite the sweet sight. Forever had to push his face away before it made him blush vomit. 

(For a second, he could almost swear that the blue that covered the other’s figure dimmed a little for a piece of time.)

“You’re such a liar.”

“Oh why, thank you.”

Bad freed his hands and softly attacked the back of the elf’s ears, still too lost in the lovely sound of his delightful giggles, crackles and snickers to actually let him go. That was the true sound of Forever’s happiness, not that forced, explosive laughter created by those pills. 

Besides, Forever also wasn’t pushing him away.

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one missing that freeing sound. Maybe Forever also longed for those moments of playful fights between them, of pushing the buttons and teasing and caring and always, always being there, for the better or the worse.

Eventually, the president held his hands and stopped the attack, left over giggles still pouring from his lips like a waterfall. 

Their eyes met.

Forever’s smile got relaxed and small before growing bigger. 

Bad just hummed, tail starting to sway fastly from side to side.

“So, Badboyhalo…”

“Yes?”

Forever’s grip got more firm. 

Bad’s pull got equally stronger. 

They kept smiling.

“Are you… uh.” His voice lost the undertone of playfulness, brown eyes focusing with true curiosity for a moment. “Coceguento? How is it in english? Tickly?”

“Oh, it’s ticklish. For example, you are very ticklish, Forever.”

“Hehehe,” he snorted, and his curiosity was satisfied. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. But what about you, Badboyhalo? Are you… ticklish?” The word came slowly and playfully, tinted with a nice accent.

Bad’s tail opened his backpack, rummaging in search for a very specific item.

“Hmmm… no, actually. I’m not.”

The blonde’s smile got more dangerous. “I don’t know… I don’t believe in you, man.” He found it. 

Bingo.

“Then why don’t you try to find out?” 

Forever pulled him closer and with a swift move the enderpearl that had been in his bag was thrown to the other side of the room, successfully freeing the demon from his hold. Not a second later, though, Forever was jumping on his feet, ready for another chase.

Lots of laughter filled the afternoon, that day.

[~*~]

After that, the avian wasn’t the only one who now randomly poked, prodded and attacked the outgoing brazilian when he wasn’t expecting, anymore. Even though Badboyhalo’s attacks were much more out of the blue, following him in those lonely afternoons when he was distracted in his adventures or too lost in a project to realize the other invaded his base in the middle of a sleepless night. 

But, you see, the difference between Philza and Bad and knowing that Forever is actually pretty ticklish is a very single detail: Bad is a fucking gossiper who loved to set chaos just to see where it would go. 

And, therefore, the main reason why Forever was so screwed right now.

“NÃO! SAI, SAI, SAI. LARGA DE MIM!” (NO! GET AWAY, GET AWAY, GET AWAY. LET ME GO!)

“Que isso, moço, tá fugindo da gente por que?” (What is this, bro? Why are you running away from us?) 

Forever didn’t even have to turn around to see Mike’s giant smug grin. It was almost palpable in his tune. But if anyone could have any doubt about its existence, they just needed to listen to his crackles as both him and Pac chased their friend through the Spawn, leaving a very amused Bad and  Bagi, who shouted a “Boa sorte aí, Forevinho!” (Good luck, Forevinho!) in the wind behind.

“Pois é, a gente só quer um abraço apertado do nosso presida da galera! Cadê o espírito da Favela Six?” (That’s right. We just want a tight hug from our favorite president! Where’s the Favela’s six spirit?) Pac, however, questioned with a genuine tune, almost naive like as he followed the other closely, getting closer and closer by the seconds. For a moment he almost tricked the president into thinking that he was the merciful one, then he remembered about that one tickle fight he, Mike and Tubbo had in the Favela.

Let’s just say it was just a very quick thought, really.

“Favela six é o caralho, ceis querem é me roubar. Eu já disse que não vai ter Armazém da Galera nenhum! Isso é ataque à autoridade, hein!” (Favela Six my ass, you just want to rob me. I already said that there won’t be any Free Storage! This is an attack on authority!)

“A gente só quer o que é nosso por direito, Forevin.” (We just want what is faithfully ours, Forevin.)

The blonde didn’t even have a chance to answer before an arm grabbed his shoulder and pushed, disbalancing him enough so Pac was able to sneak behind him and lock him in a hug, snickering gleefully in his ear.

“Que isso, cara, achava que tu era compromissado! Vou falar pro Fit, hein!” (The hell, man! I thought you were compromised! I’m going to tell Fit!) Forever’s struggles only grew stronger when he saw Mike getting closer, wiggling his hands in the form of claws as he stopped running and instead began to approach slowly, chuckles falling freely from his lips and making shivers run across his spine and giggles to pile in his chest. 

He tried again to free himself from the hug, showing no success. Pac’s hold was firm as a mountain.

“E desde quando que tu tá malhando? Tá todo mamadíssimo aí, né, eu tô sabendo.” (And since when you’re ripped? You’re all ‘mamadíssimo’ now. I see what’s going on.)

Pac let out an amused, with drops of shyness, snort. “Pois é, né, moço. Sabe como é né… Tô indo na academia do Fit bastante esses tempos e tudo mais, aí dá nisso.” (That is right, bro. You know how it is… I’m visiting Fit's Gym a lot these last days and that is what happens.) His tune lost a bit of the light and became more serious, cracked in the corners. “Também, né, a gente nunca sabe quando vai precisar. Eu não quero que quando chegue a hora…” (Also, we don’t know when we’re gonna need it. I don’t want that, when the time comes…)

Forever knew exactly what he was talking about, the same cloudy thoughts that filled everyone’s mind in the island the second he warned that the kids had ran away because a danger greater than everything they’ve seen before was coming, the Federation choosing to announce the train station’s opening in just a few days also did not help their nerves.

He looked at Pac’s shadows under his eyes, suddenly remembering that his friend also went under the Happy Pills Treatment, the horrible withdrawal, the exhaustion of recovery, all to save him. 

His struggles became just a little, a little less strong, heart melting and hurting like it did for every single member of their dysfunctional family since they arrived in that boat.

The scientists deserved to have their own silly fun, even if the fun was destroying their friend and president in a mess full of giggling pieces.

And so Forever let out a loud laughter, wiggling his eyebrows and giving him a knowing smirk. “Tu tá praticando bastante exercício com o Fit é? Aham, hehehe, tô sabendo.” (Doing a lot of exercise with Fit, yeah? Uh hm. Hehehe, I see.)

“FOREVER!” This time the snort that came out from Forever’s mouth was more of a result of Pac's unfairly squeezing his belly non stop instead of a reaction to the affronted shout, the one with blue hoodie not throwing any other remark or getting lost in any dark thought. The blonde counted that as a win for him. 

“Tá bem engraçadinho, mas você não vai conseguir me distrair. Sabe, o Badboy me falou algo muito interessante sobre você que ele descobriu mês passado…” (You think you’re being funny, huh. But you’re not going to distract me. You know, Badboy told me something very interesting about you that he discovered last month…)

Mike finally got right in front of him and Forever immediately started kicking in his direction to keep those offending fingers away from his torso at the same time that he continued to attempt to pry Pac’s hands - that somehow seemed to sense the exact spots he was the most sensitive and concentrate all their pinches, scribbles and tickly efforts on them over and over again - until the attack forced Forever to press his lips on his shoulder to contain the blossoming laughter and embarrassing squeals that tried to escape from his mouth.

His efforts to not let any sound out, however, were demolished when, in his distraction, Mike grabbed his ankle and grinned like a shark that finally got his prey. 

“Eu preferia uma mãozinha, mas já que é isso que você tá oferecendo…” (I’d rather you gave me a hand, but since you’re offering…) And, locking the leg in a headlock,  his fingers began dancing across his sole, walking around his arch and giving some special attention to the extremely ticklish space right under his toes, skillfully dodging any kicks that this move resulted in and breaking Forever’s barriers instantly.

Forever’s booming laughter filled the air in a free dance of joy, mirth and a warmth that filled his heart when he remembered just how long had it been since all of them could just get together and goof around a bit, no kidnappings or imminent dangers in their minds for a blissful pieces of time.

[~*~]

“Soooo, guys, I think I’m heading out, now.” Forever kept jumping on the trampoline, restless energy running on his veins after talking to Phil about his journey in the Nether. The virus hadn’t spread a lot those last days, but the conversation was hard, not only because of how, primarily, exhausting it was to go through all of it, but because for some reason something in him made he almost feel compelled to shut his mouth and not say a single word about the infection to anyone else.

They played and gave each other a few remarks and pokes of fun when Philza asked for Forever to take off his shirt in the bunker, careful touches analyzing the skin around the ébano substance glued on his back and in the nape of his head. Even so, it made the blonde want to hide away the result of his journey. Forever never have been ashamed of his body. He used to walk around shirtless, on the good old, first days on the island, afterall. But if he was being honest... he was afraid about that infection, and Philza didn’t seem very relieved about it either.

It was a literal mark about how he had failed in absolutely every single sense and chance he had out there. In finding any clue, in getting their kids back, in saving Walter Bob or even himself. In the end, he was not able to do any of this.

That is the President of Quesadilla Island, everyone.

(“We’re going to talk with Cucurucho and demand answers about what the fuck is this.”

Forever gave a humorless chuckle, happy that the children were outside playing so they weren’t here to witness how defeated he sounded for a second before adjusting himself to a playful grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, Philza, he is very good at this. Giving us answers, right?”

“We have to try. If someone knows about this it is the Federation.”  Philza brushed the other’s sarcastic ‘há!’ easily and moved until he was right in front of the brazilian, capturing his eyes in a firm stare. “And if they don’t have anything, we’re going to find our own answers.”

Forever nodded, not really believing.

“You worry too much, my friend.”

“Exactly. I already told you but I will repeat it until it gets through your thick skull: I always will worry and I’m not leaving you side, mate.”

For a moment words escaped from his tongue, a mix of feelings of ‘safe’, ‘happy’ and ‘embarrassment’ filled his chest before he got a hold of his senses. 

“Alright, alright, alright.” 

This time, when he smiled there was a light back into his brown, tired eyes. 

“You know, Philza, you really need to get over me, man. The line continues, I’m already moving forward and you still try to romance me, it’s- what is the word? Oh, embarrassing, hehehe”

The avian took advantage of his position to hit the other upside his head, a surprise snort being fished from his lips. 

“Oho, shut the fuck up. You’re the one who is still on this!”)

And yeah, maybe he was just making a strategic retreat after showing vulnerability, but who could blame him, really? No one, that’s who. He would be out before they did try.

“Come on, Richas, vamo de Megabase.” (Let’s go to Megabase) He called, getting out of the trampoline when the boy kept painting and paid him no mind. Tallulah, however, stopped writing on a book to go to him, Chayanne turned to look from his place next to the grill nearby, already testing a new recipe.

The girl placed a sign and stared at him with attentive eyes, lips firmly pressed in a shadow of disappointment. ‘You already going?’

(God. He really missed the sound of little steps and signs being placed. They missed it all so much.)

Forever internally winced. He really didn’t spend a lot of time with Chay and Talullah since they’re back, letting them enjoy more time with Phil and just making quick check ins once in a while. He also took the last days to spend as much time as he could with Richas, afterall.

“Yeah... sorry, Talullah, but me and Richas still have to finish our project, right Richas?”

Still no answer from the younger one, too concentrated in every stroke to pay the conversation any mind.

Forever chuckled, sensing a chance for some mischief. Cleaning his throat, he lifted his voice from the usual soft tune he always used with Tallulah to a more taunting tune, making it louder so Richas could listen perfectly well.

“Ohhh, but maybe you can go and help me to make it, right, Talullah? You’re such a nice, helpful egg who listens to your parents when they call you, just like Chayanne. Richarlyson could take some examples from his older siblings more, tsk.” The president had to hold the snickers when he saw the red cow head stop and slowly, threateningly slowly, turn around to face him, Richas letting go of the brush to squint their eyes at him. Talullah and Chayanne rolled their eyes, amused, already used to the playful banters between father and son. “But ahh, he just never listens. Oooh, I have an idea! While Tallulah helps me with the decoration, Chayanne, you can go too and make your delicious barbecue there to keep us- AH!”

The surprised shout was a direct result for when the younger launched himself at his father in protest and began roughhousing immediately, both descending in growls and portuguese for a few couple of minutes before Forever laid a satisfied Richas on the floor, who immediately placed a sign.

‘Pai, stop. I’m making Pepito’s birthday present, let me finish it >:0 we can go Mebase later :D’

“Ok, ok, I get it, I get it. You like Pepito more than your own father. Yeah, yeah, no Richas, no, I get it.” He began fake sniffing and making crying noises, leading to a Richas kicking his leg in a clear message of ‘stop the dramatics’ before going back to the canvas. “Ok, ok, warn me when you finish your drawing then, we can stay a little more.”

The three kids danced in excitement.

(...)

He is not sure how exactly he had ended up in this position.

Talullah and Chayanne were secure and cozy his arms, half because of a poke of fun at Philza that started with a joke ten minutes ago and they just kept it running and half as a parting hug that was stiffly (but still very carefully) answered by Chayanne and warmly by Tallulah. Forever enthusiastically squeezed and hugged them even tighter. A bit jealous of how Philza could shield them both with his wings during their own hugs and how he could only wish that his arms would be strong enough to defend them when the time comes.

“OK, now it’s for real. Richas, let’s go!”

But, when Richarlyson appeared in front of him, paints and canva already put inside his backpack, his smile had a different tint in it and, between his curls, Forever could recognize the flame that always appeared when that kid’s inner demon - not his terrifying artistic alter ego, though, the general demon that lives inside every rascal kid - woke in search of chaos.

He immediately became wary.

‘Chay, Talluh, can I tell you a secret about Pai Forever? 0-0’

Both siblings immediately nodded.

“Ohh, gossip. I like, I like.” Philza snorted at the affronted look in Forever’s face. 

“Vai contar nada, vai contar nada, seu muleque atentado! Nem sei o que tu vai falar, mas não vai falar não. Que que é isso, Richarlyson, tá se virando contra o seu próprio pai?” (You’re telling nothing, you’re telling nothing, you absolute brat. I don’t even know what you’re about to say but you’re telling nothing. What is it, Richarlyson, are you turning against your own dad?)

During the entire scold Richas kept jumping around in circles with the utmost, simple delight, wiggling his body and tail in sync in front of Forever, as if daring him to let go of the other two eggs to go and actually catch him, like a cat looking deep into your eyes before throwing the cup right off your table.

He put a sign on the ground.

‘Pai Forever is absurdly, awfully, very, very, ticklish. And it’s so funny because he always agrees to give us anything when we tickle attack him at home.'

“WHAAAAAT! RICHARLYSON, TU VAI FICAR DE CASTIGO, SEU OVO SAFADO. VAI PASSAR O RESTO DA VIDA NAQUELE CASTELO ASSOMBRADO LÁ DO TEU PAI CELLBIT. VOU CHAMAR O ELMARIANA PRA PUXAR TEU PÉ DE NOITE” (RICHARLYSON, YOU’RE GOING TO GET GROUNDED, YOU RASCAL. YOU’RE GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN YOUR DAD CELLBIT’S HAUNTED CASTLE. I’M GOING TO CALL ELMARIANA TO PULL YOUR FEET IN THE NIGHT.)

His kid, his beautiful, beautiful baby boy that he would explode the entire island for and go through the literal hell all over again if it meant that he would be finally safe, only looked at him in a confused expression - as if the lil shit just couldn’t tell why his dear pai was running away from him as he tried to get closer - and began following his steps as Forever tried to put distance between them, holding Chayanne and Talullah the farthest away from his torso that he could while the two squirmed trying to escape and attack.

In the end his back ended up hitting the tree and, without being able to get his items to flee, he had nowhere to go.

“Wait, wait, wait, don-” A chortle escaped the very exact moment Richas began drilling on his sides, making Forever want to bounce up and down with the sudden tickly energy that shot through his entire body, leaving his mouth with a big, dazzling smile and his arms to fall in an attempt to protect himself from the tickling, which inevitably brought the other children close and sealed his fate.

Tallulah was bold, briefly looking at his face for any sign of discomfort before carefully shoving her claws under his armpit, scratching the ticklish skin with ease, but for the loud shriek that this resulted one could think that she just unlocked a full, unmerciful on a tickle attack.

Chayanne took a bit longer, giving his surroundings and sky a wary look, as if a monster would appear the very second he lowered his guard, only to end up finding his father’s gaze, who was watching at them with a soft expression and nodding encouragingly. The little (way to young) warrior relaxed and also took the job of scribbling, encircling and digging (just the tiniest bit, he had to be mindful about his claws after all) the other armpit, fish just more squeals and plenty of gleeful laughter with that.

Forever felt like he was about to jump out of his skin, his body going crazy at the ‘it tickles, it tickles so so much!’ feeling while his brain was still caught in the need to not move around too much to not hurt any kid with his squirms. All of which ended up with the blonde doing a weird little dance around the spot that brought plenty of giggles and amused snickers from the young ones.

Now, the similarity between Philza and Bad is that, while he wasn’t exactly the one who created it, Philza was more than inclined and wouldn’t necessarily refuse to add to a chaotic situation it if the chance came, if he felt like it.

That is why he stepped close, winking at them. “I think it’s better if you just agree to their terms, Forever.”

“I-I” the adult tried to bite back another giggling fit, but their tickles were so goddamn light and maddening- “I don’t even snk know what thehey want!”

“Just agree to give them anything then.”

Forever shook his head. He knew his son enough to understand how much of a pain in the ass that decision could become.

“Needing more convincing? Well, kids, you saw it.”

“Filho da puta-” (Son of a bitch-), and Forever threw his head backwards in more laughter, more squeaks, more half squirms.

Now, Philza may not know Portuguese. However, six months sharing an island with 7 brazilians and plenty of reasons to swear taught him well what some words meant. He snorted, half amused and half affronted.  

“Do NOT swear in front of the children.” Then, a wicked grin was formed in his expression.“You know what? I think the eggs need a little help.”

Forever’s eyes got wide when he saw the avian stepping close, cracking his fingers, making an electric shiver run across his spine and spread through his nerves, making his fingertips tingle with adrenaline and anticipation. 

His legs tensed in preparation for the chase, unfortunately, his son knew him too well.

In a blink Richarlyson threw himself on his legs and hugged them, successfully stopping him from even trying to escape. And those extra pieces of time were all that Philza needed. As fast as he was to defend and attack, he positioned himself right in front of the president, firmly pressing his shoulder to the tree and not really, truly, preventing him from escaping, but successfully securing him in place, in the same time.

“Ok, kids, what I know for a fact is that his neck is a very bad spot…” He demonstrated it by lightly tracing and wiggling his nails on said place, all of the dragon hybrids watching attentively as the action made Forever lose himself in a sea of snickers and yelps, a stronger reaction only coming out when two more tiny hands got mixed in the fun when Chayanne and Talullah tried mirroring their dad.

“But a spot that could make him cave…” Philza hummed before turning to the young one with a red mushroom cow head. “What do you think, Richarlyson? His hips or the back of his ribs?”

Richas looked at his dad. 

At how dark have been the circles under his eyes since he came back, at how he kept chatting with the islanders but never truly talking to them, how he always kept running off to another project or meeting, always saying that Richas was his son and his best friend and the only one he could trust when they got caught up in the middle of the night building and decorating his base.

He saw how, until now, he hadn’t run away. Through the teases, the attacks and tickles, he stayed.

And so, he smirked. 

Placed a sign.

‘Both?’

“Geez, I’m never getting into a tickle fight with you, mate.” Even so, the avian reflected his smirk right back at him and both turned to look at Chayanne and Talullah, who nodded in understanding and placed their claws on the back of his ribs. 

“Nononono! Wait!” Philza placed his free hand on his hips, thumb pressing the spot right above the bone, the palm resting on the back of his spine. Forever’s speech became more high pitched and much faster, with nervous, delirious chuckles already spilling and spinning in the air. “None of you said what you wanted from me! That is not justo, uh, just, huh, fair! Calma aí, come on, wait, wait, wait!”

They did not, in fact, wait.

For a second, once again, everything else in the world disappeared. There were no code monsters, no Federation, no Purgatory or anything else but the warm, electric feeling of fingers and claws prodding, pinching and scratching that took over his entire senses, making his laughter ring free in a song composed of yelps, shrieks, squeals and snickers that filled the air. There was nothing else but the fun, the joy and the warmth of a careful touch and silly taunting smiles that his heart melt with care over and over again.

In the end, after more laughter, plenty of teasing and lots of snorts, they finally agreed to ask him to visit them again after a couple of days for a nice picnic. A request which, in between leftover chuckles, plenty complains and a few gleeful tears, Forever agreed, a plan of vengeance already forming in his brain.

#Ler!Philza #Ler!Tallulah #Ler!Bad #Ler!Richarlyson #qsmp tickling #Ler!Chayanne #Ticklish!Forever #Ler!Pac #Ler!Mike #I loved the idea of Philza using his feathers for evil tickly purposes ok like PLEASE it has so much potential!!! #Also I didn't add a tickle scenario with Cellbit and Forever and yeah I am sad too but I couldn't imagine it so :( #Very sad face the divorced keep losing :( #cheer up tickles #I don't think Tallulah and Chayanne were too true to their character here but I tried. I only started watching Phil's pov recently :") #Phil and Forever at every second around each other: he is so not over me like god that is so embarrasing how much he still wants me geez #Bad and Forever actively annoying each other gives me so much happiness like <3 <3 <3 yeah yeah get insufferable plssss #Look I am all but a simply person who LOVES hurt/comfort and an entire arc that showed us one of my faves characters going thro hell and- #-being SAVED by his friends and family who literally refused to let him lost himself no matter how much he was forced to push them away? #HECK YEAH #Look look I still lay awake in my bed thinking about Phil saying 'Forever. I know you would've never agreed to that if it wasn't for a- #-good reason' and Forever laughing and saying 'That is the funny part Philza. I never agreed to anything!!' #And he saying that he promised to Chay that he would protect Tallulah no matter what and then he starts laughing 'Isn't that funny Phil?' #AUGH #And don't even get me STARTED about his and Cellbit's screaming match in the end OWWW HOW CAN THEY BE SO GOOD AT RP FUCK MEEEE #Also yeah I am actively ignoring what is happening in canon rn while still adding the virus to my fic like we give them the ol razzle dazzl #qsmp tickles #Kanene's fanfic #Kanene's fic

[fluffy-ami]

@favanimetpn yes. I can 👁️

And so, after a little bit of improvement, I decided to draw this 🤡✨

...the kids (def not me) got a tiny bit carried away with the cheer-up tickles tho- (and shush i love Phil so I needed him to be there 👁️)

#the promised neverland #tickling #tickle art #ami's art #my stuff #ler!emma #lee!norman #emma #norman #phil #ray #favanimetpn🍕 #also #please do not tag as a ship #cause there's none 👁️ #it iS fAmiLy tiCklEs fOr meh 🗿🌸✨

[strangleetomz]

I often think about those clips of wilbur poking & prodding tommy in the side, the one of wilbur threatening to tkl phil (and phil immediately swimming away, as if it was not at all an empty threat) and the one from the paris vlog where tommy & phil kept poking each other (and tommy at one point yelling ‘tkl fight!’)

Like it makes me think that tkls are, in atleast some way shape or form, a pretty normal thing with the three of them, especially wilbur? Like just in general with all his friends

If there was like, just one or two clips maybe it’d be a little different i feel like. but there is a lot more than near expected

tommy talking about wilbur poking his ‘soft spot’ to get what he wants

wilbur saying he pushed tommy down the stairs because he was prodding his side

that clip with wilbur & mark from one of ash’s vlogs

amsterdam vlog where wilbur squeezed tommy’s side with a lil smirk on his face

wipeout vlog where wilbur threatened phil with tkls

wilbur’s stream with tommy where if tommy swore the stream ended, tommy took wilbur’s glasses(?) and wilbur poked him in the side like 4 times to get them back. tommy screamed and immediately moved away from wilbur and said “dont poke me in my soft spot!”

theres a clip from the irl improv stream (wilbur, tommy & jack) where wilbur repeatedly poked tommy’s side to get him off of his seat

paris vlog, tommy saying to wilbur “stop- stop! are you seriously trying to prod me on top of the eiffel tower?” and wilbur just being like “yep! :D”

paris vlog again, tommy & phil just constantly poking each other & tommy at one point saying ‘tkl fight!’ (another point where kristin said “he’s acting up!’ as if this were how he ‘acts up’ often??)

And i earlier said “especially wilbur,” that list just proves my point

He knows his friends are tklish

He takes full advantage of it, whether to get what he wants (literally in tommy’s words, ‘he knows my soft spot’ ‘he always gets his way’), or just to be a little menace

It’s literally just a fun little game for him, and assumingly tommy & phil as well

So if theres all that on camera imagine what goes on off camera ?? I genuinely think that tkl fights are a normal thing with them all, whether fair or one sided

#strangleetomz #tom’s rambles #sbi tickles #ler!wilbur #lee!wilbur #ler!tommy #lee!tommy #ler!phil #lee!phil #lee!mark #ler!mark #mcyt tickle #its 7AM and this is what im doing with my life

[the-midnight-fox]

Moments from Tommy’s new vlog

One of these things has to do with tickling. Just sayin’

1. Wilbur threatening to tickle Phil and Phil swimin’ away.

2. Tommy calling Tubbo “My little slug boi” This was just adorable(I don’t mean this in a shipping way I just thought it was cute)

3. Wilbur pretty much wishing the worst upon the rest but when it was Tubbos turn he was like “If you need me I promise to get you out of there.” And I just also thought that was very cute. Big Bro Wil My Beloved

4. Tubbos’ lil’ victory dance(I love him more than I should-)

5. Everyone chanting “Tubbo!”

6. “Hype me up!” -Tubbo “YOU GOT THIS TUBBO!!” -Tommy. Their friendship is my favorite thing. Ever.

7. Everyone laughing when everyone else fell but being sad when Tubbo fell. You can really tell who the favorite of the friend group is can’t you? I can’t blame them though I love him too-

8. “Tubbo, Have I got this?” -Wilbur “YES!” -Tubbo

#mctys #lee!phil #lee!philza #lee!philza minecraft #ticklish!phil #ticklish!philza #ticklish!philza minecraft #phil #philza #philza minecraft #Wilbur #Wilbur Soot #Ler!Wilbur #Ler!Wilbur soot #Tommy #Tommyinnit #Tubbo #Big brother wilbur my beloved #tom simons #Tom simons vlog #tom simons vlogs #charlie #slimesicle #charlie slimecicle #:)

[sadfloofy]

OMG WILBUR THREATENED TO TICKLE PHIL IN TOMMY'S NEW VLOG (the "wipeout challenge" one)

KSJFOABDIAKBDELABDONDJWKBD

#lee!philza #Lee!phil #Ticklish!phil #Ticklish!philza #mcyt tickle #sfw tickle #ler!wilbur #Ler!wil #aaaaaaa #sadfloofy random #sadfloofy #tickle

[amitlee]

Golden Rays

Summary: SBI family vibes if you squint

Warnings: None

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“Get awahay from me!” Tommy shouted, running with both hands holding onto the beanie he’d just taken. Wilbur was right on his tail, the only thing keeping him in the lead being that he’d chosen not to wear socks, so he had better footing than his brother who constantly slid on the hardwood flooring.

“Stop stealing my things, you little thief!” Wilbur retorted in faux anger. He reached out, just barely brushing the younger’s shirt, making him squeal and arch away. “Tommy, you are going to regret this!” He stated.

Regret was the dull grey of the sky after being sent to his room, it was the tears on his cheek after falling and scraping his knee. Regret was not the countless Summer days spent in meadows collecting flowers to give to his mother. Nor was it racing through his family house with his brother hot on his heels. Tommy knew this for a fact, he had no regret.

Now, moments later, after he’d been caught and thoroughly tickled with deadly precision, maybe then he pretended to feel a little regret; lest Wilbur continue to mercilessly pinch and drill into his bottom ribs. But even then, it was something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

Tommy reminded himself of this as he grabbed his father’s journal, causing yet another game of cat and mouse that would fill the house with playful banter and laughter once more.

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I don’t know how me sitting down, intending to write an actual fic, ended with me writing a fuzzy little drabble.

#ticklecommunity #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #ler!will #Ler!wil #Ler!wilbur #Ler!phil #Ler!philza #ler!philzaminecraft #SBI #I’d do anything to go back #I didn’t realize I missed it so much #what am I talking about? I have no clue. #maybe last summer. sitting in the backseat blaring music in my headphones on the way back from the aquarium. I’d just met my new family. #Maybe two weeks ago. #Maybe both #I’m officially 100 days clean of SH :) #🎉🎉🎉

[fluffallamaful]

Hi! Just wondering, can you do a Lee!Philza and a Ler!XD? I would love it and it would make my day! Don't overwork yourself though. :D

prompt from this post

decided to make it continue on from this post :D

🦙🦙🦙…

“O-ohokay okahay, but c-can youhu help?” Phil asked, attempting to recapture the deity’s apparently diverted attention, whilst shifting under the new weight of their hands on his shoulders. He shuddered as they pressed their thumbs into the muscle at the base of his wing, muffling his tittering into the back of his hand, and squirming lightly away from the experimental touch.

“Mm…” The god hummed from behind him, sounding worryingly disinterested in his question. Phil felt a spike of panic surge through him as the hands on his shoulders slid down to his biceps, stilling his squirming.

“Mahate..”

“Mmm..?” The deity hummed again, this time with a smile in his voice. Phil let out a strangled yelp as they gently began stretching out one of his wings, using their second set of hands to comb through the delicate, charcoal feathers there, as the first set held Phil firmly in place.

🦙🦙🦙…

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