just a silly mystery who likes tickles 19, will block NSFW or other blogs that make me feel uncomfortable they/he/she SFW blog only! maybe will write, maybe will draw, depends multifandom!
i’m Ari! well thats an online name ofc, but you’re free to call me whatever you wish :D
while i am NO LONGER a minor, just know if y’all didn’t read the description, no NSFW, you will be blocked (i want my page to be SFW friendly as much as possible!)
unfortunately that does mean: MINORS DNI!! you CAN LOOK as i will keep things decently SFW! (minus swearing because i cuss like a sailor)
only peak, no interact please
i also request that blogs with owners over the age of 25 stay a good couple hundreds of thousands of steps away from me. i am a tad uncomfortable with that lol
panromantic, demisexual baby here <33
i use they/he/she mostly (uncertain of gender)
i don’t mind if anyone comes on here, just be nice and no trying to be weird and you’re good
50/50 switch, but i do tend to lean to the lee side juuuust a little bit\(//∇//)\
i’m also taken by a loving partner💞
here’s to being a part of the ✨SFW tickle community ✨
[notes: can u guys tell waterboy is my absolute favourite character in dispatch? he's like a rlly wet puppy i wanna squeeze his cheeks and kiss him silly]
It’s safe to say that during Waterboy’s career as a hero for the SDN, he has never been put in an interrogation-like situation by villains before.
However, this cannot be said the same for interrogations from heroes.
“Speak now, wetwipe-boy, where did you put my leftovers!?” Flambae demanded. His voice was laced with annoyance and anger, as if he didn’t have Waterboy pinned down under him and tickling him until he was (literally) a puddle of giggles on the breakroom’s floors.
“Yeah, waterbitch! Tell us where you left my boy’s leftovers!” Prism joined in, her fingers squeezing around Waterboy’s sides. He curled up in response, endless giggles pouring out of his mouth as he tried to wriggle away from his offenders.
“Wa-waAhAHha! I doOHohhon’t knowhow!” Waterboy cried. He felt Prism's penicured nails slowly climb up to his ribs, and brought his arms down to clench around his torso, a poor attempt to guard himself against the duo.
The two ex-villains continued their interrogation on Waterboy on the floor of the breakroom. Flambae was currently sitting on top of him, preventing the poor water-hero from wriggling away. His hands roamed around his stomach, giving him belly scratches as if he were a small, playful puppy. “NohOHOHo- Noho-oHOht theeEHHEher!”
“What, got nothing to say for your actions? You too ashamed of your actions to admit you threw away my leftovers? Again?” Waterboy could only laugh desperately in response; a few snorts escaped his lips as Flambae’s hands clawed at a particularly ticklish part of his stomach. Waterboy tried to grab Flambae or Prism’s ticklish hands, but it only resulted in him flailing his arms around rather stupidly and adorably.
“I- ihihi swehehEHEear! I dihihidn’t throhoHohohow it awaAHahahay!” he pleaded for mercy.
“Lies again? You water bitch, you should know better than to lie to ME!”, Flambae threatened. He then grabbed both of Waterboy’s hands in one of his own, rather easily, and held them up in the air. Leaving all of his torso free for torment tickles. Prism seized the moment and paused to pull out her phone to film their victim.
Waterboy’s eyes widened with panic, muttering and spilling broken syllables out in desperation for mercy. “Wa-wahahit, plu-please! Let-let’s tah-talk about this?” Flambae and Prism exchanged glances, and a devilish-like smirk appeared on both of their faces. Waterboy felt his heart drop. Oh no…
The two ex-villains eyed him down like deadly predators locking onto their prey. “Listen here, Waterbitch-babe, let’s make a deal.” Prism started, her phone pointed directly at him. “If you can make it through 3 minutes of tickling WITHOUT letting out a single laugh, we’ll let you go like this never happened.”
As if Waterboy couldn’t get any redder, the blush on his face grew as he felt the pressure of the situation. If he could get by 3 minutes of tickling without laughing, they would leave him alone.
He nodded lightly, figuring that he probably wouldn’t be able to get any coherent words out for them to understand clearly. The smirk on Prism and Flambae’s faces only grew wider. They remained silent for a few moments, building anticipation for their victim before suddenly going downtown on his defenceless torso.
Unfortunately for Waterboy, this was going to be the worst 3 minutes of his entire SDN career.
Flambae’s right hand restrained Waterboy’s arms mid-air without room for struggle, while his other hand clawed and spidered across Waterboy’s stomach. “Coochie coochie coo, waterbitch. Is the tickling too much for you to handle? It’s okay, baby boy, just laugh it all out, and this will all be over~” Flambae’s baby talk and teasing made the tickling much worse for Waterboy. He opted to just close his eyes, in hopes it would block out the ticklish sensations.
Prism, on the other hand, used both hands to mercilessly tickle him with killer accuracy. Her skillful hands switched between scratching and squeezing at his hip bones. But he stayed firm, puffing his cheeks out and biting the inside of his lips to stop himself from laughing.
Waterboy felt like he was going to die!
Her hands jumped from squeezing his hip bones to counting each rib one by one. And laughter and snorts flooded from Waterboy. His reaction earned devilish smiles from Flambe and Prism. “NOHOHoHoho! *snort* PLEHeheHEsae- WHahahahAHhai- *snort* whHAHAhait!” He was laughing and snorting so hard he was sure the entire dispatcher branch of the SDN could hear him!
Suddenly, the doors of the breakroom opened. “Hey, Flambae. Sorry, but I think I accidentally mistook your leftover for mine?” Blonde Blazer walked in, looking suspiciously at her, or Flambae’s, leftovers.
She looked up to the scene in front of her: two vicious villains from the Z-team ganging up on the janitor-turned-rookie-hero. Her eyes glowed a bright golden, ready to step in and intervene. But the giddy laughter from Waterboy immediately calmed her down
A soft smile grew on her face as she left the scene. She was really glad she wasn’t in Waterboy’s shoes.
Omggg, love your headcanons!
If I may add a couple for ler Blazer, because I LOVE HER:
- Will pick lee (cough cough Robert) up in a princess carry and will give them the tickles in the air. Lee better not squirm too much not to fall, but Blazer is pretty strong to keep them still
- Blazer likes to give sneaky/passing by tickles. Light touch on the back to get attention, skitter on the side, while moving someone out of the way, leaning in and breathing on the neck/ear while looking at the screen over their shoulder. And if you try to call her out or give her a look, she will act innocent and just smile.
OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT THIS
unironically i was kinda struggling with coming up with more hcs for her, but these are so cutie!
these are for robert and blonde blazer! mostly because while mid way making this, i realized how long this thing this would be and it's more easier if i change it.
spoilers! i don't think there are any, i tried to keep this spoiler free, but i wanted to make sure lmao
this is also my first time posting stuff like this so do tell me if i can do anything different or if there's stuff i can improve! thank you!
robert "catch these hands" robertson
i personally hc him to be like 50/50 lee/ler
while he's a silly guy in my heart, he's a serious kind of guy
BECAUSE HE'S A SERIOUS GUY, HE'S A DORK OF A SERIOUS GUY
robert is an honest man, even willing to admit he's ticklish
doesn't mean he's not gonna put up a good fight
quick to put hands up and either try to defend or attack back (player's choice/j)
he'd keep his laugh in as much as possible, but eventually he'd break
considering his childhood, he wasn't tickled much, maybe by Chase if for a few quick pokes or even just to mess with him as a good older brother figure
by the time he joined the Z-Team and a few good weeks in, he's been dragged in to several tickle fights and attacks
if he's tickling someone, that man is blunt and straight-forward
"Oh wow, you're laughing harder here. Sounds like we keep going."
"Move? You just told me to move, but *insert fake sigh* okay, we move back to where we started."
he's punched so much bro you think he'd be more sensitive
like a 7/10 on the scale (most ticklish spots being ribs, hips, and even thighs. that gets him laughing so hard)
his laugh is deeper, breathy, but if in the right spots, it's childish and freeing for him almost (full of threats to get the ler back and he does)
most likely to tickle the love interests (invisigal and blonde blazer) but isn't afraid to tickle someone in the Z-Team if they need a quick reminder of who's in charge
Blonde "a real hero" Blazer
YOU CAN'T TELL ME SHE'S SO GOOD AT TEASING
LOOK AT HER, GUYS I'D MELT UGH
genuinely though, she deserves some of the softest tickles
i think phenomaman and her very rarely got into tickle fights just because he would have to be taught every single thing lmao
still, roughly a 60/40 ler/lee
immediately would try to block her tickle spots, but would be the kind of person to get her ler's hands trapped and just die lmao
she wouldn't join in on many Z-Team tickle fights, but i think she'd laugh with them and take several photos for memories
HER TEASES AGAIN
"Oh what a cutie!"
"Remember the three T's: Tickles, tickled, and ticklish! That's what you are!"
on the scale of ticklishness, she's prooobably a solid 6/10. maybe higher depending on where you tickle her lol
her laugh gets higher in pitch with cutie giggles in between words
most likely to tickle robert and invisigal, along with any Z--Team member for fun
A/N: realizing how long robert's headcanons are against blonde blazers i realize how much i needed to get this man wrecked and wreck others. once again, i appreciate you guys reading and be on the lookout for more!
I saw your post about Dispatch tks and AAAGGJEJG YEAH??? There's SO MANY OPPORTUNITIES FOR TK STUFF
Prism making copies of herself/someone else for extra hands??? Invisigal HELLO INVISIBLE TICKLES? Not enough people are doing stuff for it yet I need Robert to get his shit WRECKED PLEASE
UGH YESSSSSS
immediately as soon as i finished my lee!robert post i thought about invisigal tickles him when hes in a meeting with the z-team invisibly
he’s trying to keep himself upright and business casual while visi’s just casually poking him and trying to get him to crack hehe
PRISIM’S ONE OF MY FAVORITES BUT I NEVER THOUGHT OF THE EXTRA HANDS AHAHHHHHH🙏🙏
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