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I decided to make this for y'all hehe 🥰

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I saw that you put Rise of The Guardians in your fandom list, that's awesome. Sometimes I think about what would have happened if that movie came out a little later, cause I could imagine it being a hit in the t-word community (ticklish Jack is just adorable srl).

yeah, maybe it would really be a huge BOOM in the community. Maybe it would be equal in amount of tk content as BNHA/MHA fandom or something like that

And yes, I’m sure Jack would be the most popular (it’s worth admitting that the creators did a good job on... the attractiveness??? of this boy, he is adorable)

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Can I have ler!Sir Pentious please if the requests are still open?

I decided this was a great opportunity to draw Lee!Angel Dust as well úwù ✨

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Tickle torture!

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Hear me out…

This but instead Vox just tickles him shitless.

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If you ever think about tickling the backs of the thighs- DON’T 🙈

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What do you mean I can’t tickle you silly if you’re already silly?

You sweet, giggly girl.

Who’s to say I can’t tickle you sillier… perhaps SILLIEST?

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Radio Waves

Summary - Alastor is suffering from a lee mood. He wants to be wrecked, and plans to indirectly persuade someone into doing so. But who would dare to touch the Radio Demon?

Word Count - 1600

- Alastor was in his room at the Hazbin Hotel, resting in one of the two armchairs situated in front of his green fireplace.

He was experiencing feelings that he could not explain. Usually, he hated being touched, but his mind was being flooded with visions of wiggling fingers, soft pokes and carefree laughter.

Typically, when it came to tickle fights around the hotel, Alastor was on the giving end. He was feared by the residents for his ability to deduce a person’s worst spots and attack them mercilessly.

However, at this moment, Alastor found himself craving the same treatment he gave out to others. He wanted to experience being tickled to pieces, laughter flowing from his mouth in an uncontrollable stream. He wanted to be the sole focus of a demon’s attention for the duration of their attack, with the rest of the world serving as background noise.

But who could fulfill this desire? Who would be daring, no… crazy enough to go after the Radio Demon? This is the dilemma Alastor was facing as he looked out the window opposite his armchair.

The residents of the hotel were a no-go. Charlie was too soft. Vaggie either wouldn't be willing or would never let him live it down. He didn’t trust Angel Dust not to turn it into a sexual thing. He didn’t want to let Husk or Pentious hold that power over him. In all honesty, he was afraid of what Niffty might do given the opportunity. So, who was left? It would have to be someone ruthless, who would jump at the opportunity to wreck him, but wouldn’t have any intentions of harming him during the fact.

Suddenly, Alastor had a realization. He knew just the demon.

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Alastor heard a tapping at his window.

Of course he would scale the walls of the hotel to reach my room instead of going through the front like a normal person, Alastor thought to himself.

Alastor stood, his microphone disappearing in a swirl of black and shock of green electricity. He had to make this look convincing.

He made his way to the window, unlocking it and shifting it up and open. A slightly winded Vox quickly lunged through, Alastor taking a step to the side to avoid his path.

“Why hello there!” Alastor said, his trademark grin ever present on his face.

“Alastor,” Vox said sternly as he rose to his feet, gaining his composure. “I have come to once again propose my offer for you to join my team.”

“And in such a dignified manner! I’m sure most business proposals begin with scaling the wall of a building and entering through the window.” Alastor remarked.

Vox grumbled. “I didn't want anyone to see me coming here, and I assumed the inclusion of your room number on your… delivery… wasn’t intentional, so I had to make sure that there was no forewarning.”

Alastor’s grin grew. He had sent Vox a package containing a spring-loaded mechanism filled with glitter. A card was attached reading “Add some sparkle to your life!” Alastor had purposefully included his room number in small lettering on the sender address, knowing full well that Vox wouldn’t be able to resist a chance to confront him alone.

“Well, all of that changes nothing. I refused your offer before and I am refusing it once again. I never want to associate myself with such frivolous technology, chasing power and fame with no real passion or talent behind it.”

This angered Vox, sparks beginning to fly from his head. In an instant, he lunged once again towards Alastor who, instead of dodging, caught Vox’s hands in his own. Alastor matched Vox’s force, the two of them locked in place, pushing against one another.

“I’m gonna wipe that grin off your face! You think you’re so~ much better than me? Ha! You don’t understand what I’m capable of!” Vox shouted.

Alastor took this as his opportunity. He purposefully shifted his foot to the side, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards onto his carpet with a thud.

Vox wasted no time and quickly planted himself on Alastor’s waist, effectively pinning the demon down.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s at who’s mercy now.” Vox said menacingly with a smirk.

Alastor’s heart rate began to rise. Everything was falling into place. Now, Vox just had to tickle him instead of trying to harm him, but how could Alastor ensure that? Had he made a mistake in choosing his rival to help him with this predicament? Did Vox even know that he was-

Alastor’s thoughts were cut short by Vox lightly trailing the nail on his index finger across his neck. It was obviously meant to be an intimidating gesture, but the anticipation Alastor was feeling, mixed with the unexpected soft dragging of the claw, managed to choke a giggle out of him.

Vox blinked. Was Alastor really enough of a maniac to find Vox pretending to scratch his neck funny? No. It was something else. Vox’s mind went back to a few days prior, when he had been dancing with Valentino. His claw had accidentally grazed the base of Valentino’s wing, eliciting a chuckle from him. When Vox inquired, Val had stated that his claws would be a force to be reckoned with in a tickle fight. Vox’s eyes gained a mischievous glint, which Alastor was quick to pick up on.

“Vox, let's be civil about this...” Alastor said, his grin now strained.

“Oh, I think the time for that has passed, Alastor. You’re gonna regret denying my generous offer.”

And with that, Vox latched his claws onto Alastor’s ribs, skittering them up and down with no real rhythm or coherency. The sudden switch to a more sensitive spot, coupled with the unpredictable motion of Vox’s fingers easily drew laughter from the Radio Demon, who very soon realized that he had underestimated the power of his blue-tipped claws.

“Vohohohox! Nohohoho!” Alastor laughed, gripping Vox’s wrists but not pushing them away. Vox was enjoying himself too much to notice.

“Wow, who would’ve guessed? The Big Bad Radio Demon can be reduced to a helpless little deer with a few tickles!” Vox noticed the amount of radio static coming from Alastor increasing after his tease. Clearly it had an effect.

“They say that video killed the radio star. I wonder if he was tickled to death. Could’ve been if he was this sensitive.”

“Rahahadio’s nohohot dehehead!” Alastor managed to choke out through his laughter.

“Yeah? Well, it might be after this…” Vox said before he moved his hands down to Alastor’s sides. He switched to dragging his claws up and down, tracing the occasional pentagram. The effect was immediate.

“NAHA -crack- HAHAH -pop- AHA!” The sounds of static coming from Alastor seemed to fill the room, as his laughter got much more intense. Vox couldn’t help but laugh along as well.

“Oho my gohosh, this is pricelehehesss! Alastor, how could you have hidden this from me? I wonder how long it takes for you to break…” Vox remarked, taking on a more sinister tone with his last sentence.

Alastor attempted to provide a witty retort, but found that the sensations were too intense for him to be able to get a word out, let alone put a response together. All hope was lost, however, when he felt something further lighting up his nerves. Vox had begun shooting out small volts of electricity from his fingertips. Not enough to hurt Alastor, but enough to somehow make the sensations even worse.

“Maybe this will do it.” Vox said smugly, smirking.

Alastor was no longer able to think clearly, and simply gave into the sensations at his sides, uncontrollable laughter flowing freely from the demon.

Vox continued for a few minutes, until the static from Alastor began to include screeching sounds. Worried that he might blow a fuse or something, Vox cut the electricity and slowed his hands to a stop, keeping them rested on Alastor’s sides. Alastor’s static quieted down to a low hum, and his laughter died down to residual giggles.

Vox had one more thing he wanted to try. If he hadn’t sealed his double-death from this encounter so far, he was definitely about to. As Alastor was regaining his breath, Vox reached his hands up to his ears and gave them a light scratch. Alastor’s breath hitched and his giggles intensified, but this time he didn’t reach for Vox’s wrists. Vox continued to scratch and swore that it almost felt as if Alastor was leaning into the touch.

Vox eventually stopped and pulled his hands away, remaining on top of Alastor.

Alastor was able to formulate thoughts again. He was overwhelmed with an uncommon emotion for the demon: joy. While he would never admit it to Vox, he just had the most fun that he's experienced in years. These positive thoughts filled Alastor’s head as he laid there, content with himself.

That is, until Vox spoke up.

“Mahan, nobody’s gonna believe this! I need to get a pic.”

Alastor’s eyes widened. He could be wrecked by his rival so long as he was the one who had orchestrated things, but his pride would not allow for him to be photographed, the moment then being shown to others.

As Vox reached for his phone, Alastor dissipated into the shadows, leaving Vox alone in his room.

Vox sat there for a moment, stunned.

… he could have done that this entire time?

Vox wasn’t sure if he should be amazed or terrified, but one thing was for certain.

He had learnt something new about the Radio Demon.

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#RAGAGAHAGGHH #THISNIS SO FUCKIN CUTE I LOVE IT YOU ARE SOO TALENTYED ARGHHHHHHHHH

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god i am so unwell about laughter. like actually so unwell. i love seeing people smile and seeing their faces get red and seeing tears prick at their eyes and seeing them cover their faces. i love seeing the physical aspects of mirth. Guys i’m fucking . Uusjjnnjfkkhhh

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EAT MY HAZBIN GOONS EAT

Guess who watched all of season 1 hazbin hotel and guess who’s favorite characters are now Lucifer and Alastor.

There needed to be more Lee!Lucifer out there so I decided to contribute. Should I draw more hazbin hotel tkl content? Is that of interest now?

#CUTE! #CUTE CUTE CUTE

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WOOP WOOP TICKLISH BOYS APPRECIATION!!! (feel free to share!!)

ticklish boys who giggle whenever their neck is tickled!!

ticklish boys who burst out laughing instantly whenever a really bad spot is tickled!!

ticklish boys who have high pitched laughs/giggles whenever they're tickled in a really ticklish spot!!

ticklish boys who plead and beg to be tickled or for it to stop!!

ticklish boys who only giggle when tickled because they aren't that ticklish!!

ticklish boys who are very ticklish!!

ticklish boys who can't stand being tickled but they love it anyways!!

ticklish boys who curl their toes and shake their feet whenever their feet are tickled!!

ticklish boys who have their tummies tickled!!

ticklish boys when they lay down on their backs, you sit on their hips, gently roll up their shirt to their lower ribs and skitter your nails on their tummy and they just burst into the cutest giggle/laughing fit?!?!?!

ticklish boys who find it relaxing but tickly when they have their backs tickled!!

ticklish boys who enjoy a kiss on the forehead, cheeks or nose before they get wrecked!! (platonic or romantic!)

ticklish boys who can't stand it when their underarms are tickled but they love it anyways!!

ticklish boys who say "STAHAHAP!!" as you're tickling them, but actually don't want you to stop <3!!

ticklish boys who love non bondage tickles!!

ticklish boys who love bondage tickles!!

ticklish boys who love to be helpless and tickled!!

over all!!

ticklish boys. thank you for coming to my TED talk <3

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Seasons greetings to all those observing.

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Commission work

he is so trapped 🙈💕

thank you so much for the com🤭

you can still commission these! they will be open until feb 18th!

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OOPS haha definitely wasnt meant to have this done like four days ago but i was #down with the sickness (chest infections4life) anyyyeay done now! here you go @the-gingerbread-lee

and happy very late @squealing-santa !

word count: 997

pairing: Lee!Todoroki /& Ler!Midoriya

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One of Midoriya’s favourite things about living at U.A. was the campus. Not just the state of the art gyms and dorms, but the large expanse of parks and forestry surrounding the main buildings. It was beautiful, in between all the facilities there were parks with soft grass, tall trees and flower beds. It was a favourite study spot for many students, including Midoriya.

He lay on his back, head propped up against his study-buddy’s thighs as he worked through his art homework. The study buddy in question was Todoroki, sitting upright against the tree and resting his book against Midoriya’s head. It was something of a symbiotic relationship.

They were the only ones in the park, given that the grounds were otherwise covered in a foot of snow. Only a small ring of dry grass prevailed around the tree where they sat, kept warm by Todoroki’s quirk.

Midoriya shifted, adding a little more shading to the drawing, causing Todoroki’s textbook to fall to the ground.

“Sit still.” He grumbled, picking it up.

“Meh meme me meh.” Midoriya grumbled back playfully. He waited a second, then twitched again, sending the textbook tumbling into the grass.

Todoroki glared as Midoriya beamed up at him.

He picked the textbook up and lightly hit Midoriya on the head with it, then set it back down.

Midoriya glanced back at his work. It was nearly finished, and he had a while before needing to hand it in. Moreso, the prospect of messing with the usual stoic boy was quite appealing. He and Todoroki had been getting closer, and with that came a surprising discovery that Todoroki could be quite playful. The two had spent countless hours rolling around on the floor, on the bed, the dorm’s sofa, the list goes on. Midoriya cast another glance at his work, then grinned.

Now on a mission, he counted to 60… then twitched.

“Midoriya!” Todoroki snapped, “Stop annoying me, I’m almost done.”

“But you’re so fun to pester~.” Midoriya cooed back.

Then his head fell back and lightly hit the ground as Todoroki shuffled away, smirking slightly.

“Aww come on Shoto~, don’t be like that.” Midoriya said, but was unable to keep the grin off his face.

“I am like that.” Todoroki responded, staring at his math homework.

To most, Todoroki would look slightly stern and annoyed. But to eagle eyed viewers such as Midoriya, his ears were slightly red, his eyes were unfocused and his fingers were drumming on the page. He was waiting in anticipation.

Quietly, Midoriya sat up and kneeled next to him, pressing his face into Todoroki’s.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asked.

“Concentrating, now will you pleas- ACK! Midoriya!”

“Todoroki,” Midoriya smiled, pulling his hand away from his ribs, “What’s wrong?”

Todoroki glared but said nothing, moving to stare back at his work.

Midoriya poked him again.

He twitched.

Another poke.

Another twitch.

“Are you ignoring me?”

Another poke.

“I aham- I am not.”

…

Midoriya attacked, wriggling his fingers into Todoroki’s ribs as he suddenly jolted, dropping his book. Quickly as he could, Todoroki stumbled to his feet, backing away into the cold snow.

“Midoriya, what about our work- Midoriya, please.” He begged. It was strange to see him so emotive, but whenever they engaged in fights like these it brought out an unseen childish side of him, something that Midoriya adored.

“I’m gonna getcha~.” He teased, advancing with wiggling fingers.

Todoroki took off, running through the snow and carving a smooth path through the field. Midoriya raced after him. He almost tripped on a hidden rock and stumbled, and Todoroki grew further away. He ran faster, and debated using Full Cowl to bring him up to speed when Todoroki began to turn slightly, allowing Midoriya to put on a final burst of speed and pounce.

Todoroki yelled out in shock, falling into the cold snow, which quickly melted under him. He was hot all over, from his quirk, the burst of exercise and general embarrassment at their situation.

“Gotcha.” Midoriya grinned, using Blackwhip to (unfairly) pin his arms to his sides.

Todoroki huffed, wiggling a little to no avail.

“Very classy.” He said, deadpan.

Midoriya just smiled, bringing his hands up to tap along Todoroki’s ribs. He twitched a little, but the hoodie he was wearing protected him, a little. Countering this, Midoriya’s hands crept down, further and further until they reached the edge of his jumper, then they darted under, his fingers scratching at the thin t-shirt that covered Todoroki’s stomach.

He yelped, not expecting the sudden assault and began squirming in earnest.

“Mihihidorihiyaha!” He cried, writhing, “We’re ihin puhublihic!”

Midoriya lifted his head and looked from side to side, letting his hands drift to Todoroki’s sides.

“I don’t see anyone. Besides, your laugh is so cute! I think everyone deserves to hear it, you should definitely laugh more.”

“SHUHUHUT THEHE FUHUHUHUK UHUP!” Todoroki screamed, his back arching as Midoriya grasped at his sides.

“Wow, such harsh words. You wound me, Todoroki.”

“IHIHIT JUST TIHIHIHCKLEHES, PLEHEHEAHASE!”

“Fine, fine~, I won't pester you much longer.”

He grinned.

“But first,” Using Blackwhip, he brought Todoroki’s hands up beside his head, smiling wider when they trembled for him to put them down.

“You can always tell me to stop~.” He cooed.

Todoroki looked at him, eyes bright, face flushed and a wobbly smile on his lips, and looked away.

“Well, if you say so.” With that, he dove his hands into Todoroki’s underarms, scratching lightly and watching as Todoroki howled with laughter beneath him.

As he did, soft flakes of snow began to fall from the sky and land around them.

With Todoroki’s melodic laughter, the heat from his body washing away the cold and the beautiful snow, it couldn’t have been a better day.

#this is def a combination of like 4 prompts from them haha #ler!midoriya #lee!todoroki #mha tickling #squealing santa 2k23 #in 2k24 #shameful #lol

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wingpits

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Why is being teased so goddamn FUN. That’s it that’s the post. If you know me no you don’t.

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First time tickling you: You're ticklish?! Oh my god, that's so cute!!

Hundredth time tickling you: You're ticklish?! Oh my god, that's so cute!!