#tickletober 2020

[strangleetomz]

tickletober day one— anticipation.

#augtickletober2023

ler!tubbo (he/him), lee!tommy (he/him) (CC’s)

I’ve been in this community since 2020, and made my blog in april of 2022. This is my first time ever participating in tickletober. 😭

In Tommy’s defense, he really did not think this would happen.

Sure, he believes in facing the consequences of your actions, but he didn’t think this would be his consequence.

Rewind a little. Tommy and Tubbo were doing an IRL stream together, and Tommy was just being a complete, total nuisance.

He’d make fun of Tubbo’s height (lightheartedly), randomly jump out and scream to scare Tubbo anytime he’d left for just a few minutes. Tommy spent half an hour just mimicking every word Tubbo said, either silently with his hand or aloud. Tubbo was surprised his eyes hadn’t rolled to the back of his head with how much he would roll his eyes at Tommy’s antics.

Tubbo had repeatedly told Tommy, “I’m going to murder you.” But Tommy would only laugh, seemingly not noticing the way Tubbo would smirk with a hint of mischief glistening in his eyes.

Now they were here, Tommy hiding under a bed—original, right?— and covering his mouth so his anticipatory giggles wouldn’t give him away.

“Oh, Tommy~” Tubbo dragged his name out with a teasing tone, and Tommy felt his face heat up. “Where are you~?” Tubbo’s footsteps were slow as he wanted to make Tommy wait. He opened any closed door he passed by, pretending to look before finally stopping in the doorway of the room Tommy was in. He watched as Tubbo slowly made his way to the bed. Tubbo grinned, “Tommy~ I only want to tickle you, man! You can’t possibly be afraid of a little tickling, just some wiggly fingers scribbling all over your stomach, squeezing your sides and drilling into your hips. You, the big man TommyInnit, afraid of some tickling? Hm~?”

..How on Earth can Tubbo be so teasy!?

Tommy’s heart skipped a beat, watching Tubbo take a final step and stopping right next to the bed he hid under before deciding to just sit on the bed. The anticipation was horrible. Tubbo went on to list exactly how he’ll tickle the blonde he “searched” for, knowing exactly what he’s doing, knowing that Tommy is entirely flustered out of his mind.

“Maybe I'll blow a few… no, a lot of, raspberries on your stomach while I squeeze and taser your sides. We both know that’s practically death for you! Or I could scribble into your underarms, and then vibrate my fingers when your arms come crashing down to inevitably trap my hands. Ooh, I could scribble on your knees, or on the backs of them? I’ll make sure to sit on your legs so you can’t kick, though. You’ll be trapped, unable to escape from me.” Tubbo teased, he could hear Tommy’s muffled, flustered giggles.

Tommy thought that he could escape, it’s worth a shot, right? He turned to face the opposite way as silently as he could, slowly beginning to move out from under the bed before feeling Tubbo grab onto his ankles and drag him out, quickly moving him over and pinning him to the carpeted floor. The brunette held his hands in the shapes of claws over Tommy’s sides, wiggling his fingers dangerously close to the boy.

Tommy swore he was going to die.

“Tuhubbo! Cohome ohohon!” The blonde whined, covering his squinted eyes with his arms.

“If you say so,” Tubbo grinned innocently, digging his fingers into Tommy’s sides, scribbling, squeezing, and tasering while he leaned down to blow raspberries all over Tommy’s stomach— just like he said he would.

Tommy’s screams rang throughout the house as Tubbo wrecked the blonde until he was practically begging for mercy.

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #ler!tubbo #ler!tubbo_ #lee!tommy #lee!tommyinnit #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle

[giggly-squiggily]

Heyo 👋 (Hiatus Update)

Hey! I'm still on my hiatus and probably won't be back for another week or so- no real dates or promises but more a vibe-but I wanted to pop in and give y'all a little update since my hiatus post.

I'm better, though not great- but I'm getting there. To be honest, it's kinda difficult to make this little update, and I'm not even going into details about anything, hehe.

The biggest thing I wanted to say is a huge, huge thank you to everyone. Your condolences and messages really helped me get through this, and while I'm still processing it all, I'm beyond grateful to y'all. My heart goes out to those who've lost someone beloved as well; be it a pet or a person- my heart goes out to you and your loved ones through these difficult times.

(God, and I thought 2020 was bad! /hj)

I think I'm gonna try coming back sometime in September/October? No promises but I think I'll be okay enough to return around then. How I feel upon posting this will be my deciding factor lols. I did finish the last few days of Tickletober (yay! :D) so that's something to look forward to, and I updated my Fluffy Forecast (even if I'm not on, I'll still update it for y'all- it gives me something to do, you know?)

Writing wise is still...hesitant. Some fandoms like Spy x Family and Buddy Daddies might be on the backburner due to recent events (that said, please don't be afraid to send prompts/requests in for them; I just likely won't be touching them for a hot minute), but besides that I'm slowly getting back into writing and creating again. My dad wouldn't want me to give up on my passions and life in his passing; he raised me to be strong, and I'm gonna do that for him.

Thank you for reading! Talk to you later! <3

#squiggily rambles #life update #Figured I'd let y'all know how I'm doing #eventual return #hiatus update #tw: grief #tw: death mention #writing updates #I wanted to thank y'all for the kind words #I won't be answering anything or anyone ala ask dm or reply cause I don't know if I have the strength to do that right now #but I see you and god I appreciate y'all so much #Genuinely helps and I mean that with my whole chest #pardon my rambling I figured I'd post this and see how I feel #depending on me is whether I'm ready to jump back in or not #But i do feel better; not great but better #getting there one day at a time #drawing helps #as does Don't Starve interestingly enough #Kinda bought it on a whim almost a year ago and now I'm getting around to playing it lols #It's lovely #see y'all later~

[fanficsandfluff]

Tickletober 2022 Requests

WOW HELLO I feel like I abandoned all of you and I AM HERE TO APOLOGIZE!

Since October is coming up and I am still receiving notes on all my old Tickletobers from 2020, I figured I might want to rekindle that kind of energy. This is my formal request to you all to send me fandoms/pairings with the matching prompts of your choice from THIS Tickletober 2022 list.

Like usual, since the spark has never really returned, I will let you know that there is no guarantee I will fill your specific prompt.

I'll list some fandoms I'm willing to write for, but this is probably not an exhaustive list, so if you think of something else you'd like to see, ask it anyway! I may surprise you! Lol!

Possible Fandoms:

Stranger Things

The Umbrella Academy

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Star Wars

The Boys

Jackass

Barry

Again, please ask me about MORE fandoms that you may not see here! I also intentionally didn't list any pairings I'm most/un comfortable with because I'm open for exploration. You will know if I don't like the pairing when I get the ask.

Alright y'all! I hope I get at least a few of these requests :) Happy incoming fall!

Send in a fandom, pairing, and a selection from the Tickletober 2022 calendar! If you want something more specific, please send in a full prompt! It'll help me so much!

#personal #writing #fanfic writing #tickletober 2022 #tickletober2022 #tickletober #asking for requests #send an ask #request me #fanfiction #tickle fanfiction

[oliviaischillin1204]

tickletober day 13- “wake up!”

“You can’t stay in here all day,” Janus threatened. Virgil launched another pillow at the doorway, missing by a wide mile.

“Later,” he mumbled into his now pillowless mattress, his arms over his head as he tried to block the world out.

“Nope,” Janus said, stepping into the room. “It’s almost two PM. You need to get up.”

“Later.”

“Nope.”

“Later.” 

“Nope!”

“La-ater!”

Virgil’s voice cracked as his ankle was suddenly yanked out from underneath his thick comforter. His hands scrambled from purchase against his sheets before he felt five fingers scribbling down his sole. He gasped once, loudly, before falling into frantic laughter.

“Wh-ahahahaha! Why?” he asked, craning his neck as he tried to kick the hands away, but the feeling of ten more fingers crawling under his shirt to scribble at his back quickly stole his attention.

“Nahahaha!” he squealed, drumming his free foot on the mattress as his hands instinctively tugged back into his chest. 

The weight of the mattress dipping made him jerk his head up. Janus was smiling down at him from his position sitting on the side of Virgil’s bed, the familiar mix of mischief and fondness in his face that Virgil was so familiar with.

“Do you still want to laze around in bed all day?” he asked, his two main hands folded innocently in his lap. The first pair abruptly switched side to attack Virgil’s other foot, while the second pair reached around to scratch and scribble all over Virgil’s sides.

Virgil squealed, nodding into his mattress. It took no time at all for Janus to strike: he leaned over as much as he could and wormed his hands into Virgil’s underarms, wiggling his fingers into the tense muscle no matter how much Virgil tried to clamp his arms down.

“Virgil,” Janus sang, leaing down to let his breath travel over his ear. “Wakey, wakey--”

“Na-ahahaha stop!” Virgil squealed, abruptly rolling over so hard he almost fell off the bed. “I’m uhuhup!”

As soon as he agreed, all of Janus’ hands pulled back, except for one. That hand moved up to stroke slowly through Virgil’s hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. 

“Logan made lunch downstairs,” he informed him. Virgil sighed, his entire body lax.

Janus quirked an eyebrow. He allowed one hand to come up and scurry over Virgil’s back; the emo side was leaping up less than a second later.

“I’m up!” he insisted, eyes bright and smile wide.

Janus smirked. “Finally.”

#my posts #my writing #tickletober 2020 #tickletober day 13 #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #sanders sides tickling #lee!virgil #ler!janus #tickletober2020

[quills-and-giggles]

TickleTober Day 8 || Interrogation

“Interesting chains, huh? They neutralize any non-mutant quirk. That means no sparks from you, patchwork.” Dabi glared at the cocky hero, struggling against his restraints. How had he landed himself in this position in the first place? The mission had been going so well. Well, it had been until their “comrade” Hawks showed his true colors. Those damn cowards had left him, fleeing into portals while he kept the winged hero occupied. Some team they’d turned out to be. Hawks smirked, watching with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. “It’s a good thing they work. This was our first test run with them. If they hadn’t, I’d be fried chicken by now.” He chuckled. The scarred villain growled, jerking towards the winged hero. The chains pressed tightly against his skin, keeping him in place. He could feel his quirk writhing anxiously beneath his skin, trying to free itself. “There won’t be anything left of you when I get out of this.” Hawks whistled, shaking his head. “I’d chose my words carefully, if I were you. It’s not a good idea to threaten your captor, especially in your position.” He replied. 

Hawks began to circle the villain, continuing to speak as he did so. “Now, the boss has put me in charge of interrogating you.” Oh, so that’s what this was. “The boss wants me to give you a good roughing up. You know, see if I can loosen your lips a little.” Dabi raised his eyebrows with a scoff. He could handle pain; he could take whatever the bastard dished out. The winged hero seemed to read his mind, stopping in front of him once more. “However, I’m not going to do that.” That took the villain by surprise. He looked at Hawks incredulously, clearly not believing him. “Oh really? Why is that?” He asked. Hawks shrugged, gazing up at the florescent lights buzzing above. “Honestly? I don’t wanna have to wash all that blood off. Do you know how hard it is to get bloodstains out of clothes? The last time my costume barely came clean.” He took a step forward. “No, I’ve got an even better idea, and the boss is okay with it so long as I get results.” The hero’s hands were resting on Dabi’s sides before he could reply, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Tell me, you wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?

Dabi’s eyes widened in surprise. What the hell? He couldn’t be serious. “No.” He replied plainly, expression returning to a mixture of neutral indifference and barely masked anger. Hawks laughed, wings fluffing up as he did so. “For a villain, you’re a pretty bad liar. Now, let’s try this again, shall we?” His fingers began to drum across the scarred villain’s sides, causing the other to tense up. “Are you ticklish?” The way he purred those words sent a shiver up Dabi’s spine. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been tickled. A foggy memory from his childhood resurfaced; a pretty woman leaning over him and smiling, wiggling fingers attacking his stomach. He quickly pushed the memory back down, stammering out a response. “No, I’m not.” He growled, eyes narrowing. “Oh, still trying to act tough? Don’t worry, we’ve got all night. I have the day off tomorrow and I can think of far worse ways to spend my time then reducing you to a hysterical puddle.” The winged hero’s words were horrifically effective, causing Dabi’s sensitivity to skyrocket. He bit down on his lower lip, holding back chuckles as those damned fingers prodded at his torso, purposely avoiding the scarred areas.

It was going to be a long night...

#keigo takami #dabi #boku no academia #bnha #bnha fic #tickle fic #tickling #tickle community #tickle blog #writing blog #tickletober 2020

[turtletimewriting]

TickleTober Day 2: Feathers

Summary: Patton has made it his mission to test different tools against the others.

Note: Platonic or romantic, either way! This is a tickle fic if you didn’t know! Ler Patton and literally Lee everyone else (includes Deceit and Remus).

_._._

This was all Logan’s fault. He had just joked that they should test which tools were most effective against each of them. It was merely mentioned once. Only to tease Roman who he knew was very tool sensitive. Yet, here they were. The thought had never left Patton’s mind since hearing it. Logan probably didn’t even remember saying it. But the inner tickle monster and the renowned most teasiest tickler couldn’t let it go. The ler mood had been simmering since. And now, it was all boiling over. 

Now he was doing Logan proud and had even come up with a plan.

Patton was merely dusting around the mindscape. A very normal activity to do. Cleaning is very important. Setting a good example for Thomas. That was his excuse. He had never dusted the mindscape ever before. And he was hoping that someone (his plan predicted that it would be Logan) who would point it out first. 

And here Logan came now. 

“Patton? Are you... dusting?” He frowned before continuing to grab himself a drink. Completely missing Patton’s stilted turn and him raising the feather duster. He tip toed one step closer. Arms drawn up like the monster he was. 

“Yes, I thought that everyone could be spruced up...” He crept closer to his turned back. His manic grin stretching just that bit further. Logan merely focused his attention on filling the glass, completely missing Patton’s deliberate wording of ‘everyone’ rather than everything. He set it down and finally looked back. 

Patton lurched forward. 

“Patton! Wha-what are you doing?!” Logan shrieked. Patton knocked him down to lay on his back. Patton sat perched on his hips. One of his hands clutched Logan’s forearms. His arms pinned above his head. Completely trapped. A feather duster clasped in Patton’s grip, pointed at him. 

“Sprucing up the place! You’ve been stuck up in your room for too long! Leaning over your desk...” Patton sang as he kept his eyes stuck on his own actions. It was more awkward than he thought to pluck one feather from the duster but he smirked once he felt a long fluffy plume come loose. “You’ve collected dust yourself! It's just a spring clean! A quick feathery cleaning! It shouldn’t tickle that bad...”

“Wait wait wait! I um... feathers won’t work! Also! People cannot get dusty. Wait! I move enough!” Logan stuttered before turning into high pitched shrieking, but Patton grew bored. Sounded too sciency. Time for his own science experiment. 

Using the fluffy end of the feather, he pushed the polo sleeve down. He then crept the feather closer to Logan’s armpit, making sure to go slowly and carefully ignoring Logan’s pleas. Twirling it slowly. Logan’s voice rang higher and higher. It slowly danced down his sleeve to Patton’s target. Then the feather touched down and instantly started flicking up and down. 

“PAAAAA! PATAAAHAHAHAAH PAT! PAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan exploded. His head started thrashing from side to side. But his arms merely flexed rather than tried to break free. 

“Aw Logan! Too much build up? I’ve never heard you laugh so loud!” Patton smiled but his surprise was genuine. Logan was bellowing out loud belly laughs. It was only a feather. He’d never been particularly tool sensitive before... but he famously couldn’t handle build up. 

“PAHAHAHATTON! HAHAHAHAHA! HA!” He realised a guttural snort and felt his face warm over, “It HAHAHA HA HEHE hah it tic- hehhahahahaha! It tickles!”

“What tickles? I don’t see anything that could tickle! Just a giggly Logan getting nice and clean and free from dust!” 

Patton merely kept swirling the feather all around. The tip flickering in the centre of the pit to the length of the feather teasing the pit and also the side of his ribs at the same time. His laughter was slowing down, the anticipation cooling down. But he was definitely laughing harder than giggles. All being noted by Patton- if Logan could pay any attention he’d be so proud of his experiment and note taking! 

“Should we be fair? There’s no use only cleaning one side! Shall we go to the other side now? Oh but what if I’ve missed a spot here?” Patton cooed and stopped the feather. The tip resting right in the middle. 

“NO! Noohohohohohahahahahaaaaa! AAAAH! Patton!” Logan cried out. Even his laughter moved him enough that it felt like the feather was brushing up and down. Up and down. Just that tiny tip smoothing along his pit. 

“No? We’ll move on then! No problem, kiddo!” Patton grinned and paused. Logan finally looked at him. Patton only then started to move the feather. The fluffy fronds creeping back up the sleeve. 

“NOOOOOO! PATTON! AAAAHAHAHAHA!” Logan tried to rock away from him so the feather could leave quicker. Patton simply smiled and then whipped the feather out and instantly shoved down the other sleeve. “AH! Hahahahaha! Patton! Nooo ohohhahahaha feathers!”

“What feathers? I don’t see any feathers! I can’t see anything that would be tickle tickle tickling you? No feathers that are tickling you here! You must just be extra giggly today!”

“PATTON! AHAHhahahaaahhahaha! My sleeve!”

“Nah, I think you’re imagining things!” 

Patton let his excited grin settle into a peaceful smile. He didn’t usually make notes on his ticklees- he knew them too well.  He didn’t need notes to remember that Logan wasn’t that feather ticklish. But clearly the appearance of the feather was teasy enough by itself, regardless of how ineffective it was, so Patton made sure to make note of that. 

Patton's original plan was to look extra cool by walking away leaving Logan on the floor red faced. But... his mind would never allow that. He sat him up and pressed a kiss to his head before skipping away. Logan only shook his head and pulled up his phone to text the others. 

Roman was next! But he so often got caught up in his world of the imagination that it was always random luck whether he would come out of his room. It was better to just barge in rather than put up a façade of dusting. “House keeping!” Patton called as he knocked. He waited a few seconds before entering anyway. 

He smiled wide when he saw that Remus had joined him in this recent brainstorming session. Usually that smile would be over the fact that they were so sweet with each other. Finally someone who could keep up with Remus and someone who could actually one up Roman. But this time his brain celebrated the idea of two birds, one stone. “Hey kiddos! I’m walking around doing some cleaning, do you mind sitting down so I could-”

“Well then where’s your French maid outfit!”

“Clean your desks! Why don’t you both lay down on the bed? I won’t be long and you both can overdo it! Juts relax,” Patton smiled, hoping they wouldn’t question such a remark. But then again they weren’t Logan. 

And just like he thought... they only shrugged and flopped down on the bed. 

Patton kept up his excuse for a groundbreaking few seconds before leaping on to the bed himself. He aimed carefully, he sat on Roman’s thighs so he could perfectly aim for his tummy. As much as Patton would absolutely love to tickle torture Remus, he was still new to the group and he didn’t want to crowd him. If he did this the second Anxiety was accepted then Virgil would've completely freaked out! Better safe than sorry. 

“W-What on earth are you doing!” Roman laughed, clearly in too much of a good mood to notice Patton’s own almost threatening glare. 

“I’ve seen too many... films that start just like this!” 

“Don’t worry kiddos! I just wanted to make sure you’re clean! Germs are everywhere you know!” Patton had to bat away Roman’s hands as he slowly pushed up his tunic but luckily he had Remus! Remus caught on to his twin’s embarrassment instantly and quickly grabbed his hands. “Oh, see! Completely dusty!”

“Oh! Patton! Wait wait WAIT! NOHOHOHOOHAHAHHEHEHAAAA!” Roman screamed once he felt that feather duster brush over his tummy. From one side, it smoothed over to the other. Making sure to swirl around his belly button. Roman broke down into squeaky laughter that made everyone in the room smile themselves. His laughter was just so bright and excitable. 

“Aw what’s wrong Roman? Are you too tickly to be dusted? It’s only a feather! One tiny flimsy feather! A feather and you’re telling me Prince Roman can’t handle it! Big strong Prince Roman being weak and tickly to some feathers...” Patton cooed while turning and quickly brushing the duster around his tummy. This time he used the whole duster as he already knew that Roman was feather sensitive and the sight of all those feathers would fluster Roman alone. Patton also knew that if he kept moving it around rather than any precise targeting then it would tickle all the more. Lot’s of tickles for the over the top cackling Prince. 

But.. then there was some hushed giggles also spread out in Roman’s laughter. 

Patton then noticed that when he feathered Roman’s left side, he was also brushing over Remus’ right side. 

“Oh! And also the duke! Is this what I’m seeing! That even the tough-guy gross duke is too tickly to face some simple fluffy tickly tickling feathers?!” 

Remus was wearing a crop top version of his normal outfit- the same fancy shoulder pads and patterned sleeves but the lacy black tunic ended a little above his belly button. So, the feathers kept flickering over his own side as he was laid right next to him. But his hands were busy pinning Roman’s hands. Remus’ was trying his hardest to hide his giggles but Patton could see the exact same squeaky laughter desperate to come out. His face was scrunched and blushing a violent red. 

“Oh! No, Roman! Look at what you’ve done now, you’ve gotten Remus all dusty! Here I thought you were the responsible brother. Now I have to tickle tickle tickle both of you! Oh no! Poor dusty tickly tickly brothers!” Patton cooed and started to brush the feather duster faster and faster across both of the tummies. Roman’s desperate laughter dying out only for Remus’ to instantly pick up. 

Patton had to laugh at how in sync they truly were. Their laughter was the exact same. Clearly their tummies were both very feather sensitive. When the duster went to tickle the other’s tummy, the other brother would pin their arms down. When he tickled them both, they both clung to each other’s hands like that would somehow stop the tickles. Meaning Patton was free to tickle away! 

“Aw, I wonder if I can make this quicker by tickling both of you. Maybe if I just squish you two together?” Patton then pushed on Remus’ back so he was forced to curl into Roman, leaving him able to tickle the middle of their tummies together. 

“AAAAH! PADAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HA! PADREEEAAA!” Roman wiggled uselessly and clung to his brother’s hands. It tickled way too much for him to realise that he could fight back. 

“EEEHHEHHAHHAHAHAHHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAA!” Remus hid in his face in Roman’s shoulder. He had never been tickled by feathers and now he was thankful! The fluffy silky feathers swarming around his tummy made butterflies explode in his tummy. It all managed to both be fluffy light tickles but also scratchy firm tickles! His tummy was uselessly sucking in but the feather duster would only just about reach his tummy. Meaning it was either face the tickles or sit there and face tiny light fluffy tickles to the edge of his sides. 

Patton waited until Roman’s face turned bright red as well before sitting up. Clearly Remus was only embarrassed while Roman’s blush was a pretty good way to tell if he was reaching his limit. He did the same for them as he did Logan, sitting them up and pressing them together so he could kisses to their heads. But only he made sure to give a reassuring squeeze to Remus’ hand, hopefully he knew that he wasn’t torturing him but playfully bonding with him. If not, then Roman would fill him in that this was just how Patton was. 

His next target was Virgil and it was the exact plan as Roman. Virgil so rarely left his room and so a direct approach was necessary. What his plan didn’t account for was Logan sending a warning text to everyone. Virgil’s room was empty. 

At first glance. 

But a closer inspection revealed that his favourite blanket was missing from its place on the bed and was instead peeking out of the wardrobe. The quiet tinny music (probably blasting through headphones) sounded from the same place. It all added up to Virgil hiding out in his wardrobe. What a cutie! 

“House cleaning! I’m just here to do some dusting!” Patton announced and immediately skipped to the wardrobe and sat against the doors. As much as he loved teasing, Virgil wouldn’t stand a few seconds of teasy before making a run for it. Patton leaned forward and, quick as a whip, reached into the wardrobe and snatched whatever he could. Virgil shrieked but was too surprised to fight back. By some miracle, he had grabbed an ankle. Meaning a now wiggly foot was poking out of the wardrobe. 

Virgil didn’t even have time to flick his headphones off his head by the time he felt feathers trailing over his foot. It was a feather duster. Logan had warned him. But Patton had thoroughly defeated his fortress of anti-ticklishness. It managed to tickle his whole foot. It seemed to swallow his whole foot in fluffy moving tickles. “HA! HA HA hehhehahahehehe! AAAHH! Patton! It tihiih- tickles! C’mon! HA! HAhehhehehahehe!” 

“Well maybe if you didn’t try to hide away then I wouldn’t have to tickle so much!” Patton hummed as he focused on the tickles. He was trying to be sneaky about untangling a single feather and so wasn’t putting his usual effort into his teases. He already knew that Virgil wouldn’t explode into laughter at the feathers. But that wasn’t going to stop him from tickling him to his best. At least he could give him a good light tickles session. Once he had a feather free, he simply held the foot by his heel and threaded the feather through his scrunched up toes. 

“AAAAH! PATTON! PATTON! PAAAAA! HAHAhaheheheeeehheehehHhA!” Virgil thrashed and tried to fall out of the wardrobe but Patton leaned heavily on the door. Trapped with his foot stuck out there, receiving all the tickles it could stand. 

“Oh that wardrobe got you all dusty! There’s some dust here... and here... oh that patch over there... It’s all over your toes! Look some much dust! So many tickle tickle tickles needed to clean your toes!” Patton giggled as the doors tried to bang open again. Really he was struggling to keep the fight or flight side trapped. It was like sitting against a bucking bull so Patton kept focused on giving lots of tickles all at once. He knew there was no way he was going to last long. 

And he didn’t. 

With a long squeal, Virgil managed to burst out of the wardrobe and fall on top of Patton. He simply laughed as Virgil took giggly deep breaths. “Get off of me!” Patton laughed as he went to stand up, causing Virgil to slump on to the floor. He helped him to sit up against the wardrobe and smoothed his hair back which Virgil whined at his bangs being ruined. 

And then there was one. 

Deceit, or Janus, was sitting there in the common rooms. His leg resting on the other, his fingers steepled under his chin, a book sat beside him on the chair arm, and his eyes boring into Patton. 

Patton stumbled but kept a brave face. “Hey Janus! What ya waiting for?” Patton smiled as he walked over to the chair, already planning to duck behind it so he could tickle his neck, Janus simply looked over at him. Making direct eye contact as Patton awkwardly side stepped around the common room to get behind him. 

As the feather, the first fluffy feather frond, touched down on Janus’ neck... ready to flick the tool down the side of his neck. As the feather touched down, Janus grabbed his wrist. 

His third arm grabbed the feather as he gracefully launched off the chair. Two arms restrained Patton’s arms. Janus pinned Patton to his front so his other arms were free to attack. 

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Janus, wait, no no, Janus!” Patton screamed but the other free hands were now all holding bright yellow feathers, this time with the stem pointed at him. Janus did not wait. 

The stems all dived under his top and traced around his tummy and sides. It looked ridiculous, Patton squirming against him with four hand shaped bulges dancing under his shirt around his tummy. Two swirled from his sides, across his hips, making sure to circle the hip bones and skated across the quivering tummy. Laughter frantically burst from Patton, useless against the hard tickles. “What dear Patton? You say to stop but I don’t possibly see what could be tickling you!” Janus taunted, exaggerating by whipping his head around and peering over Patton’s heaving shoulders. “Besides, it was you going around tickling! You made a plan and everything! What are your notes, or did you forget? Did you forget to pay attention. Too focused on tickle tickle tickling away to remember your plan. When did you forget? When getting the twins? Virgil?”

“JAAANAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAA! EEEEE! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” 

The others all walked in seeing Patton being destroyed by tickles that Janus just could not see let alone stop! All of them merely smiled and kept on their way. 

#patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #remus sanders #Tickling #fanfic #fluff #tickletober 2020 #feathers #Turtle writing

[leedrop-angel]

Tickletober day 22- finger's

Ship: logicality (lee! Patton X ler logan)

Patton's wiggles under logan made him smile, Patton's pestering for tickles finally ended when he grazed a finger on the back of Logan's neck. That is why Patton was under logan with his hands pined under his knees.

"so you really want this huh Patton?" Logan said in his normal monotone voice and Patton just nodded, and Logan just lifted Patton's shirt to show his ribs and belly,and the anticipation made Patton giggles already, and Logan smirked evilly "I haven't done anything Patton, but the build up did, and that is important, so all I have to do is this" logan spoke as he wiggles those 10 evil fingers on his sides, and that made Patton sqweal and laugh already, Logan's build up was very effective.

"LOHOHOHOGAN NOHOHOHOHOH" Patton laughs out, and Logan just kept going, knowing what he was doing, and slowly spidered his fingers up to Patton's ribs, causing the wiggles to start again, this time with worse. "Now Patton, we both know non of these are your worse spot, now why are you wiggling, your wiggles should be for those hips that I'm gonna go for next" Logan gave a evil grin And when his fingers where at the top ribs, he slowly wiggles his fingers down the ribs on his way to the hips, Patton's laughter never ending "NOHOHOHOHOH NOHOHOT THE HIHIHIHPS!" Patton wiggles and trys to get away, but he was truly stuck.

"now what was that you would say to us when you tickled us, I think it was" logan paused, keeping the tickles on the spot where his ribs met his sides, keeping Patton laughing. "ah yes, it was a coochie coochie coo" logan teased as he went lower and lower. Closer and closer to that tickle hotspot. "Coochie coo, tickle tickle Patton, I'm almost to that tickle spot in" he grins as he gets closer.

"3"

"NOHOHOHOHOH LOHOHOHOGAN"

"2"

"DOHOHONT PLEHEHEASE!"

"1"

Logan's fingers touched down and wiggles, squeezes and flutters all on those ticklish hips, and Patton SHREAKED, his wiggles increase 10 fold, and his laughter as well, and Logan never let up on the teasing or tickles.

"S-SAHAHAHAH- SANDERS!" Patton shreaked the safe word and Logan stop and gets off, letting Patton curl up "did that suffice?" Patton just nodded and giggled his little heart away.

Logan picked Patton up and brought him to his room and layed him in bed, laying next to him, knowing Patton needed his cuddles after that big session.

Both ended up falling asleep, snuggled close.

#logan sanders #tickle #logan x patton #patton sanders #tickletober 2020 #lee!patton #ler!logan

[altheadajoysoul]

Am I prepared for tickletober?

Well yes but actually no--

#help I need more time to prepare-- #school work is making me give up all my extra time like hHHHHHHHHH-- #but I wanna start preparing nowowowowowowow-- #tickletober #tickletober 2020

[gamequeenanya]

Day 29 - Role Reversal (Switch Janus + Switch Logan)

(First Person: Logan's POV)

I am tired of Janus always thinking he can best me in everything. Whenever I come by to his room to discuss things, he always makes his points in an unfair way! He changes the subject and whispers teases in my ears until I get off track. Then he tickles me, and I am ridiculously ticklish! I cannot stop the silly laughter until he finally has mercy on me! Well, this time I have a counter-argument for him that I don't believe he'll be able to resist!

Step 1: Bring earplugs so his teases won't get though.

I gulp and knock on his door.

He smiles in that way that usually gets me. No, no... Stick to the plan, I remind myself.

His hands try to squeeze my sides playfully, but I defend. There'll be none of that tonight!

'Well, my dear... Are you planning on debating tonight?'

I smirk a little.

'You could call it that...'

Wiggling my fingers at him, he gets a taste of what's in store tonight. His eyes widen and for the first time, he seems a bit startled. Good.

'Now then,' I say, sitting down on his bed. 'Are you going to hear me out?'

He nods. I speak to him and make my points and he listens carefully, eyes filled with admiration. Then he starts teasing.

'We could do it like that...' he whispers. 'But we could also consider just how ticklish your hips, and your belly button, and your ribs are...'

I gulp. Time for the earplugs. I reach into my pocket and pull them out. Inserting them into my ears, I am no longer in danger of melting on the bed, and safe from an oncoming lee mood.

Then I wiggle my fingers at him, a 'rare ler' grin on my face.

'We could also consider how ticklish you are, my friend.' I say, smirking. As my fingers come closer, he shifts back a bit. It's working! 'How ticklish that neck, and those sides, and those feet are! You truly take after Thomas in that regard!'

Surprised, his cheeks turn pink. I creep closer.

He mutters something, possibly pleading and trying to reason with me.

I tackle him to the bed, grinning.

'How many times have you done this to me? I believe a little revenge is in order!'

Janus gulps. Then he barks out a laugh as I dance my fingers over his tummy!

'What's this technique called? I believe I shall call it the 'Scute Belly Skitter!'

He laughs harder at the nickname.

I laugh too, and lift up his shirt. I blow a raspberry directly into his belly button. He squeals!

'This one I call, 'Logan's revenge!'' I chuckle, remembering all the times he'd done that to me. He seems to like it, so I blow three more raspberries into it.

Laughter rings throughout the room. I squeeze his sides, dance my fingers along his ribs, brush his neck with a feather, and squeeze his knee caps and pits! His laughter grows ever more frantic. I promise him a break right after I get his feet. He squeaks and pulls his feet under himself, refusing to let me near them.

'Death spot?' I guess. From the rising blush of his face, I guess that it is.

He speaks our safe word in sign language, so I back off. I remove the ear plugs so I can hear the rest of his giggles.

Spending a moment in silence with him, I admire how cute he is. His snake-like giggles... his flushed face... how rare it is seeing him like this. I have to admit it is rather precious! 

Suddenly, I find myself on the bed on my back, Janus holding my arms and grinning at me. Uh oh...

'This maneuver I call 'The Squealing Logan!'' he said, and with that he buries his face into my tummy, blowing a huge raspberry! I squeal, squirming and kicking. He pulls out a feather. 'I think your belly button's a little touch-starved today, don't you think?'

I gulp.

'Shall we see?'

He touches down, swirling the feather inside and I squeal again. My squeals turn into laughter when his right hand squeezes my hip.  

'HEHHHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!'

'You really didn't think you'd get away with that, did you?'

'EEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEEE!'

It was a long, beautiful, exquisite day.

[The End.]

#sanders sides tickling #tickle fic #loceit #ler logan #lee logan #lee janus #ler janus #janus #deceit #ticklish logan #ticklish janus #tickletober 2020

[ticklishshenanigansau]

As a birthday present to the lovely @secrettklstories, I decided to redraw one of my favorite panels from her Tickletober 2020 comic~ I absolutely adore how these three turned out, and I’m happy to say that Secret loved it too! I hope you all enjoy this just as much! <3 ~Yosh

#Undertale #Birthday Gift #Sans #Papyrus #Frisk

[wordstrings]

Tickletober 2021 Masterpost

Here's a list of all my content for the tickle-themed creative challenge of October 2021. I used prompts from across four different prompt lists, by @shunniebuns (1), @gigglymonster (2), @the-cutest-tickletoy (3), and @ticklishshenanigansau (4), and I focused on art instead of writing for most of the month.

Day 1: Interrogation (art/written) - a visual conversation, Dean/Cas

Day 2: Begging (art) - playful rib tickles, Dean/Cas

Day 3: Non-human parts (art) - mermaid tail tickles, mer!Cas

Day 4: Erogenous zones (written) - Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained ch. 1, Dean/Cas AU

Day 5: Lower body / Stocks (art) - thigh tickles, Amateur Production 'verse

Day 6: Feet (art) - foot tickles, Sam/AU!Cas

Day 7: Sharp teeth (art) - nibbly neck tickles, Dean/Benny

Day 8: Spiders (art) - back tickles, Dean/Cas

Day 9: Mad scientist (art) - mechanical experiment, android!Cas

Day 11: I'm not even touching you (written) - Remote Control, Dean/Cas

Day 12: Stuck (written) - Charm Lesson, Taryon & Vax & Percy

Day 13: Feathers (art) - ear tickles, Sam

Day 14: Blindfold (art) - upper arm tickles, Dean/Cas

Day 15: Revenge (art) - playful tickle attack, Vax & Grog

Day 16: Tickle monster (written) - Loopy: Reverie, Loopy 'verse Dean/Cas

Day 18: Unusual spot (art) - chest tickles, Sam/Eileen

Day 21: Tentacles (art) - neck tickles, Dean/?

Day 22: Sneak attack (art) - playful tickle attack, Dean/Cas

Day 23: Soft tickles (art) - ear tickling machine

Day 24: Hard tickles (art) - calf tickles, Amateur Production 'verse

Day 25: Arms up (art) - wrist tickles, demon!Dean

Day 27: Death spot (art) - hip tickles, Dean

Day 28: Trapped (written) - Cross-Examination, Vax & the Briarwoods

Day 29: Tickle machines (art) - foot & collarbone & knee-back tickles

Day 31: Go nuts (written) - Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained ch. 2, Dean/Cas AU

(Previous year: Tickletober 2020 masterpost)

#tickletober2021 #tickle art #shuntickletober2021 #sfwtickletober2021 #samstickletober2021 #stringswork #blog maintenance

[fanficsandfluff]

Would you ever do some TUA fics? Kinda disappointed on s3

*Spoilers*

cuz we got like only one scene of diego and klaus bonding (if you'd even call it that)

Well! I've written a few TUA ficlets in my time if that'll hold you over! they can probably be found if you search that tag on my blog or under the "Tickletober 2020" link on my page.

And yesss I've been missing Klaus and Diego interactions since S1, they're the best together.

Unfortunately I haven't written anything in a very long while and the spark still hasn't hit me, so in terms of writing *new* material, I'm going to say it's not happening :(

#tua #the umbrella academy #anon #anon ask #anonymous #anonymous ask #answered ask #ask

[oliviaischillin1204]

Yo not to get ahead of ourselves or anything, but like... imagine... Virgil getting tickled and his eyeshadow turning purple 😳💕 -🔥

[spoilers for ‘Sanders Asides: Flirting With Social Anxiety’!]

“Virgil...” Roman cooed. “Won’t you show me that smile, tickle-me-emo?”

As expected, Virgil dutifully shook his head, his hands clasped firmly over his mouth. It was funny, honestly, how un-subtle he was. Especially when he arched his back as Roman leaned over him, letting his shirt ride up and making no move to pull his hands away from his face to tug it back down.

Still, Roman knew the game they were playing, and he was ready to play his part.

“Oh, what a shame,” he sighed. “Looks like Virgil refuses to show me the glorious splendor that is his smile. I wonder what I can do to change his mind?”

He hummed pensively as he let his fingers drum over Virgil’s lower stomach. As expected, Virgil’s hands stayed firmly where they were, and they even seemed to press closer against his mouth to prevent any stray giggles from spilling out. Roman grinned. He leaned down, close to Virgil’s ear, and with as much teasiness as he could muster, he murmured, “Tickle tickle tickle.”

Virgil immediately started squealing, especially as Roman began scribbling his fingers rapidly all over his stomach, gently worming underneath his already riding-up shirt so he could scratch away at his lower ribs.

“A tickle tickle tickle! A ticky-ticky-ticky-ticky-tickle!” Roman’s chanting in Virgil’s ear turned even more babyish as he sped up the pace, blindly wiggling his fingers all over Virgil’s poor tummy. The emo side bucked over and over again, but it wasn’t enough to throw Roman off his hips, nor remove his hands from his stomach.

And throughout it all, his hands stayed up, still covering that gorgeous smile that Roman wanted-- nay, deserved-- to see. 

Roman tsked in faux annoyance, moving even closer to mouth again Virgil’s ear as he said, “We both know you love this, gigglebug. Why won’t you just admit it?”

Virgil only shook his head, his laughter completely audible through the hands covering his mouth. Roman sighed (because of both the role and the fact that he knew it would tickle Virgil horribly as he did) and sat back up.

“Since you so rudely refuse to admit how much you love this,” he said, “then I suppose I’ll just have to make you--”

Roman stopped talking. His hands, which had been idly scratching at Virgil’s pantline as he shifted himself upright again, went still.

There were a few beats of silence before Virgil cracked his eyes back open, slowly dropping his hands from his mouth to look at Roman in confusion.

“Uh, Princey?” he said. “You good?”

Suprisingly, Roman quirked his head a little.

“Yep,” he replied simply. “I wanna try something.”

Before Virgil could even process his words, Roman was diving back down and pressing a giant raspberry right on his exposed neck. Virgil made a noise that was not a shriek as his hands automatically went to shove Roman’s head away.

“Cheater!” he screeched, rubbing frantically at his neck while giggling madly. “Oh my God, that was fucking cheating--”

It took him a couple seconds to realize that Roman wasn’t attack him again; in fact, the creative side was grinning smugly and pointing to his face.

“I found your secret,” he cooed. Virgil stared blankly at him from several seconds before his eyes widened.

“No,” he insisted, scrambling for his phone on the bed beside him.

“Oh, yes!” Roman replied chipperly. Virgil hurried to pull up his phone camera-- and yep, there it was. Under his eyes, instead of the sloppy black eyeshadow he always wore, there were two large spots of sparkly purple eyeshow.

Virgil groaned. He dropped his phone and immediately hid his face in his hands, this time covering as much of his mouth and eyes as he could at the same time.

“No,” he whined. Even with eyes closed, he knew Roman was grinning wildly at him.

“You got all sparkly,” he teased, relishing in the way Virgil groaned again. “I dare say that might be even cuter than that sweet, precious, wonderful smile--”

Virgil shot a hand out to clumsily knock against Roman’s chest. “Shut up!”

That was a mistake, obviously. Because Roman immediately manged to grab the unruly arm by the wrist, pinning it to the mattress and smiling wickedly.

“Oh, this is a fun little game!” he said warmly. “You can either cover your pretty eyes or your pretty smile! Either way...”

He leaned forward, making Virgil yelp and scrunch his neck defensively. He moved so his free hand was covering his mouth again, but there was no hiding the electric hue of his bright purple eyeshadow anymore.

Roman grinned, once again leaning down to Virgil’s ear as he finished, “... We’ll both know that you love it.”

#my posts #my writing #asks #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #sanders sides tickling #lee!virgil #ler!roman #minific #prompt #requested on october 11 2020 #flame anon #Anonymous #lmao i know this wasn't really a request but i got inspired #'olivia why did u do this instead of the 4 days of tickletober you're behind on?' shhh life is fickle

[august-anon]

Tickle Monster

sequel to Tickletober 2020 Day 13 - “Wake Up!”

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Someone on ao3 asked about a sequel to that fic literally in October of 2020, and mentioned it again in Jan of this year, and I’m finally posting this. I am so sorry this took ages, whoever you were, I hope you enjoy this lol

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Fandom: Gravity Falls

Ship(s): Gen!!!!!!

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Ford,Mabel,Dipper,Stan, Ler!Ford,Mabel,Dipper,Stan

Word Count: 1720 words

Summary: Dipper and Mabel complete their mission, distracting Great Uncle Ford, with flying colors. Unfortunately for them (and for Stan), Ford knows how to fight back.

[ao3 link]

ALSO: warnings for some light angst in the beginning because apparently i can’t write Ford as not angsty lol

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Ford sighed as he watched Stanley go, that lost, desperate look still in his eyes. He really didn’t know what to do to help him at this point, and that hurt more than Ford had been prepared for.

It seemed that he just kept failing people.

He started this whole thing. He came to Gravity Falls in the first place. He brought Bill into this world. He was foolish and naive and power-hungry enough to listen to Bill’s lies. He built the portal Bill wanted, not considering the dangers. And he failed to protect his family, Stan especially.

And now his own brother could barely remember him.

Ford forced himself out of his thoughts as he moved toward the refrigerator. He said he’d make breakfast, so that’s what he’d do. Eggs could be easy enough, maybe even omelettes? Or perhaps pancakes, they were probably easy, right? They were just flour and eggs… and maybe they had some sugar in them? He’d figure it out.

He let out a bitter smile as happy, childish laughter rang out from the attic. Stan was a far better great-uncle than he was, even with his lapses in memory. It wasn’t really all that surprising to Ford.

Ford hadn’t really made all that much effort to be good with the kids, after all. Yet another failure of his.

He continued to struggle with breakfast, his bowl of pancake batter looking more like foaming grey sludge than anything edible. It seemed his multitudes of knowledge didn’t extend to cooking. He was debating starting over, maybe trying to actually find a recipe somewhere in this old shack, when he heard tiny footsteps thundering down the stairs.

“Great Uncle Ford!” Twin voices rang out.

Ford turned away from the counter, plastering a smile on his face that was probably more of a grimace. Dipper and Mabel slid into the kitchen on socked feet, giddy and giggling. A far cry from the tear-streaked faces he saw when he checked on them at night, making sure they were still there and alive, and finding them curled together in one of their tiny twin beds, clearly shaken by nightmares.

“Hello, kids,” he said. “You’re rather awake for the early hour.”

Mabel gave him a mischievous grin. “We’ve been tasked with distracting you.”

Ford furrowed his brow. “What--”

The two launched themselves at him and Ford’s eyes went wide in shock. He reached out to catch them so that they wouldn’t slip and hit the floor (tile floor and heads did not mix, Ford remembered that well from tussling with Stanley back in the day), but in doing so he overbalanced himself, toppling backwards and taking the kids down with him.

Before he could even begin to process what had just happened, and just what Mabel had meant by distracting him, he had two tiny bodies on top of him, pressing him into the tile. They had matching devilish grins focused on him, and Ford wondered what the hell Stanley had told them, and whether or not he needed to get up and run.

“Grunkle Stan told us about a monster that you might not have in your journals,” Dipper said, leaning forward.

Ford scrunched his face up in confusion. Was this just a distraction, as they said, or was Dipper telling the truth? Just as he opened his mouth to ask for clarification, Mabel leaned forward as well.

“Yeah, yeah! It’s such a cool monster, too! You know what it is?”

Ford shook his head, playing along. “No, what is this monster?” Perhaps if he placated them, he could get back to making breakfast before Stanley came back down and saw his pitiful progress.

Dipper and Mable exchanged an evil glance and grinned down at him. They raised their hands, fingers shaped in claws and wiggling wildly, and Ford felt a spark of recognition run through him. His eyes widened before they even answered.

“The Tickle Monster!” They shouted in unison.

And then, before he could even blink or think to defend himself, he had four tiny hands wiggling into all sorts of sensitive places. Ford tossed his head back against the tile and snickered quietly, trying to keep the worst of his laughter in. He couldn’t let two children best him!

But Mabel’s fingernails were wreaking havoc on the nerves of his ribs and neck, and Dipper’s fingertips digging into his sides and stomach weren’t serving him much better. He forgot how uncoordinated he got when he was tickled, not having been subjected to it since before Stanley got kicked out when they were younger. His hands were flailing everywhere, unable to latch onto either twin and save himself from their playful torture.

“No no no, you’re doing it all wrong,” a voice called out from the entryway. 

Ford felt a mix of dread, excitement, and anticipation fill his belly when he saw Stanley standing there. It only grew when he saw the spark of recognition in his eyes as he stalked closer.

“You gotta do it like this,” Stanley told the kids, and unceremoniously stuffed his hands into Ford’s armpits, scribbling away.

Ford howled, curling in on himself as best he could with two almost-teens still sitting on top of him and Stan looming over top of them all. He cackled madly and he could feel the tears building up in his eyes the longer the playful torment went on. It was so embarrassing, so humiliating, so…

Fun.

It felt kind of nice to let loose and laugh like he was, something he hadn’t done in a long time. The fingers driving him insane left him with no chance to overthink things as he usually did. All he could do was laugh and squirm and gasp for air.

The tickling abruptly halted and Ford sucked in a much-needed breath. He was naive to think it was over, however, because Stanley only grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head before grinning at the kids. A nervous, playful, fluttering feeling filled his stomach, and he shot a look down at the kids.

“Have at it,” Stanley said.

Dipper and Mabel laughed before darting forward, burying their hands into his armpits. Ford was lost to his hysteria once more, only this time it was worse. His hands were pinned, he could even pretend like he was trying to defend himself from their dancing fingers, and he was too weak from laughter to tug his hands back.

Just when Ford was finally reaching his limit, he tilted his head back and made teary eye-contact with Stanley. Stanley gave him a smirk and a wink before releasing his wrists and setting Ford free.

Ford shot up, still laughing, and tackled Dipper and Mabel to the ground, careful to cushion their fall and avoid any injuries.

“Do you know what’s even worse than a Tickle Monster?” He asked, voice hoarse from the laughter his vocal cords were no longer used to.

Dipper and Mabel were giggling and squirming, clearly having picked up on where this was going, but neither made an attempt to escape. They shook their heads.

Ford raised his hands, fingers curled threateningly into claws, just as they had done to him. “A six-fingered Tickle Monster.”

Dipper and Mable squealed as his hands darted forward, the two soon lost to childish shrieks and cackles as he tickled away. The wide grin still hadn’t left Ford’s lips, even as his cheeks and eyes began to dry from his own mirthful tears. He even let out a few more chuckles at particularly silly sounds the kids made.

Maybe he wasn’t such a failure with them, after all.

But there was still one thing missing from their morning full of laughter. Ford turned around, slowing his ticklish assault on the kids, searching out Stanley. He stood at the counter, a new mixing bowl in front of him, making something that looked a lot closer to pancake batter than Ford’s attempt was.

Oh well, can’t win them all.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook,” Ford growled playfully.

Stanley froze, his body tense, and he slowly turned around to face Ford, a nervous smile spreading across his lips. His hands were raised in surrender, and he looked ready to bolt at any moment.

“You were just so sad this morning,” Stanley tried to reason with him, “I thought the kids could help cheer you up.”

Ford raised an eyebrow. “If I remember correctly, you were rather melancholy earlier, as well.”

They stared each other down, trapped in their little stand-off as Dipper and Mabel giggled quietly behind Ford. Then, Stanley tried to bolt, but Ford was much faster, the two of them crashing to the floor in no time. He quickly got Stanley pinned underneath him.

“Any last words?”

Stanley scowled (though Ford could see the amusement dancing in his eyes, so he wasn’t too worried), but Ford never actually gave him the chance to speak. He dug his fingers in, skittering around with no rhyme or reason as he mentally catalogued Stanely’s tickle spots. Eventually, he settled on Stanley’s ribs, the left side, the second rib from the top (that always used to get him screaming), as well as the little patch of skin on the right side on Stanley’s stomach, just a couple inches under his ribcage (that always used to get him begging for mercy). Stanley yelled and burst out into wild laughter, shoving at Ford’s hands but being too weak to stop him.

“You little--” Stanley started to yell through his laughter, but Ford cut him off.

“Ah ah ah, there are children present, Stanley.”

Stanley only cackled louder. Though that could have also been due to the fact that Ford had upped his tickling.

But speak of the devil and he shall appear, for the kids chose that moment to again make themselves known. Dipper attached himself to Ford’s back, shoving his hands into Ford’s armpits and clumsily tickling away. Mabel, on the other hand, launched herself into Stanley’s chest and started scribbling away at his stomach and sides.

Alright, Ford thought. The kids want a tickle fight? I’ll give them a tickle fight. And he dove back into the fray.

Needless to say, breakfast soon became brunch and the Shack was filled with laughter for a long time to come.

#tickle fic #My writing #gravity falls tickling #lee!dipper #lee!mabel #lee!ford #lee!stan #ler!dipper #ler!mabel #ler!stan #ler!ford #ticklish!ford #ticklish!dipper #ticklish!mabel #ticklish!stan #gravity falls #dipper pines #grunkle ford #grunkle stan #mabel pines

[quills-and-giggles]

TickleTober Day 1 || Unusual Spot

Class had just ended. If Midoriya was going to ask, it was now or never. Why was he so nervous? Todoroki was his friend; it was okay to ask friends for favors. He was just overreacting. Well, he hoped he was. “Hey Shoto, I need your help with something. If that’s okay with you, of course!” He stammered out. Todoroki turned, looking down at his friend with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “What is it?” He replied, tone even and calm as ever. Midoriya looked down shyly, holding a small book in his hands. “Well, my mom got me this palm reading book after I mentioned being interested in it. The thing is...I don’t really have anyone to practice on.” He rubbed the back of his neck, unable to look the other in the eyes. He knew Todoroki wasn’t the a big fan of physical contact; he was just waiting for the no.

There was a moment of silence before he finally got his response. “Okay.” Midoriya blinked, clearly taken back. “O-Okay?” He asked, dumbfounded to have gotten a yes. The taller student nodded. “Sure, when do you want to practice?” The freckled youth had to think about it; he hadn’t planned for what would happen if he got as yes. “An hour? In my room?” He finally forced out. “Sounds good. I’ll see you then.” Todoroki replied before walking away. Midoriya’s heart leaped as a grin spread across his face. Well, that went much better than expected! He made his way back to his room, biding his time by tidying it up a bit. While his room wasn’t in terrible state, he did make a point to clean it up when guests were coming over. An hour later there was a knock at the door; leave it to Todoroki to be right on time.

Midoriya opened the door, smiling nervously. “Please, come in.” He ushered the other in quickly, shutting the door. Todoroki looked around the room, eyebrows raised. The entire thing was practically a shrine to All Might. To most people, it would have been quite excessive. Todoroki found it oddly endearing. “S-So, you ready?” Midoriya asked, sitting on the bed with book in hand. The dual haired student nodded, sitting down beside him and offering his hand. Midoriya stared at it a moment, still unable to believe this was happening, before slowly taking it. “It says this is your life line...” He began to slowly drag his finger along the crease that cut through Todoroki’s palm. The other went rigid, his eyes widening. Midoriya instantly stopped, looking up at him with concern. “I’m sorry! Does that make you uncomfortable?” He asked. Todoroki shook his head, forcing out a response. “No, keep going.” The freckled teenager gave him a concerned look before repeating the action. A surprised giggle slipped out before Todoroki could stop it. Midoriya’s eyes lit up. “Are your hands ticklish?”

Todoroki’s blush said more than a thousand words.

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TickleTober Day 10: Feet

Summary: Virgil gets tickled attacked despite helping Patton.

Note: You’ll never guess but this indeed a tickle fic! Lee Virgil and Ler Patton. Not written to be overly romantic or platonic to feel free to read it either way! 

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“Hahaah! Patton! Seriously! I’m trying to help you here!” Virgil tried to snap back but the wobbly smile made that a tad difficult. 

“Sorry sorry! You know me! No impulse control. Right! It should be in a cardboard box with puppy stickers,” Patton said trying to take a deep breath. Virgil was right. He was the only one who was willing to help him hunt around for the box of Thomas’ childhood drawings. But that made him smile itself. As scared as he was of spiders hiding under his bed, Roman and Logan often forgot just how scared they also were. It was literally only Virgil who didn’t mind them and felt fine crawling around under bed. 

But that lead to another challenge for Patton. Virgil’s bare feet sticking out from the bed. Virgil’s worst tickle spot just out in the open. No protection and still fantastically ticklish! Patton wasn’t even in that much of a Ler mood but this completely changed everything. 

“So, stickers right?” Virgil shouted from his position, looking between the boxes all with half peeling off stickers. 

“Huh?” 

“Patton focus! You can... um uh ti-tic... get my feet afterwards if you really want! Just let’s do this! What stickers am I looking for?” Virgil giggled himself. He knew it would only entice it, but he couldn’t help nervously rubbing his soles together. Protecting one with another completely ticklish foot. He was so glad that no one could see how red he was right now. 

“Really!” Virgil could practically see how Patton just instantly lit up like Halloween had come early! 

“Focus Patton! What stickers?” 

“Dogs!” Patton answered before turning his attention back on the shifting feet. 

… he knew that he was being tested. If he could wait the few minutes then he could freely tickle those feet as much as he and Virgil wanted... But, they had been hunting around for 20 minutes already! Plus.... it wasn’t like Virgil could stop him. Maybe he wouldn't mind and Patton would be able to tickle those feet twice today! If Virgil had just offered then clearly he was in a huge HUGE lee mood. 

Patton smirked. Virgil would never turn down two tickles in one day. 

“Cartoon dogs or like real dohohoHAHAHAHAAAA PAAAAHAHA PATTON!” Virgil squealed and hit his head on the bed frame. His feet were being tickled madly. Wiggling fingers starting from the heel right up to his toes. Slowly crawling further and further upwards. “PATHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAA NO NO AHAHA AAAAAAAAH”

“Did you find them yet Virge?” Patton asked using his totally innocent voice. His hands lurched from a slow careful crawl up his feet to immediately getting his toes. What would be the fun if he truly slowly made his way up to his most ticklish spot! 

“GEEGHAHAHA GET AWAY!” Virgil managed to quickly guide one of his feet back under the bed. Protected from the horrible tickle monster. But Patton knew what he was trying to do the second he saw the foot go backwards. So he latched on tight to the other. 

“Aw, where’d the other go! Oh well, I guess this foot is going to have to get all tickly tickly tickles is deserves!” 

“HAHAHAAHAAAAHAHA HA HAHAAAHAA!” Virgil was practically cursing at himself the second the thought entered his head but... His lee mood was truly something else today. Plus feeling one foot be mercilessly attacked with both hands pricked his eyes with tears. 

Slowly, like he was going to spook an animal, he lowered his newly freed foot back into the clutches of the tickle monster. 

The others knew that a ler mood Patton and lee mood Virgil was going to be a disaster so none of them even flinched once they heard the thuds and desperate laughter from upstairs. 

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