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The autism demon possessed me and this was created! SFW AppleRadio ticklefic, feat. Demonic Lucifer :>

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I had SO MUCH FUN writing this and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I do!

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I'm having too much fun with the combination of voice acting + weights. Have more lee Alastor and feel free to drop reccomendations in my ask. Doing his accent is so funnnnn

Ofc ler Rosie because why would we have it any other way? And platonic too.

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I had this adorable idea of Alastor doing a terrible voice impression of Rosie and she tickle attacks him for it.

Listen to Alastor Darlin Test by HypeBlueFixations #np on #SoundCloud

I've never uploaded audio before (and mobile sucks) but I'm learning

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y'all I am dying 😂😂 this is absolutely f l a w l e s s

that first little cackle in particular is exactly how I'd imagine it would sound if somebody* tickle-attacked Al mid-broadcast

*("somebody" meaning "Rosie" because we know damn well no one else would be able to pull something like that without getting destroyed)

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Unforeseen of events- (Hazbin Hotel tickle fic)

A/N: To the people who saw the video I posted, yes you already know what this is about.

Summary: Charlie thinks of the perfect way to get Alastor. A good old fashion tickle attack. But what happens when the odds aren't in her favor?

Ler Alastor Lee Charlie

Charlie giggled silently, an evil grin on her face as she slowly crept up behind the Radio Demon. The demon princess was in the mood to tickle her radio friend. She had already gotten Vaggie, Angel, and Husk. Her next target was Alastor. Ohhh she was so excited.

The Radio Demon silently stood near the bar of the hotel, minding his own business as usual as he hummed a soft tune. Charlie was now inches away from the unsuspecting demon, her fingers wiggling with anticipation. Once the princess was close enough, she struck.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" she giggled as her fingers made contact with Alastor's sides. Alastor flinched and let out a small squeak but that was as close as the princess was going to get. Alastor slightly turned his head and raised his brow as he watched Charlie attempt to tickle him. He allowed her to try for a few more moments until he cleared his throat. Charlie tilted her head in confusion, squeezing his sides to see if this was a joke. The princess gasped. "You're not ticklish Al?" she asked in defeat. This time, the Radio Demon did laugh. "No my dear. I haven't been ticklish in a long time."

"Hmph!" Charlie said with a pout. She really thought she'd get them all. But then one of them just happened to be...not ticklish. How is someone NOT ticklish?

Alastor couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction when he suddenly got an idea of his own. "Oh Charlie~" Charlie raised her brow this time as Alastor slowly stalked towards. "What did I say about you not smiling?" Charlie opened her mouth to answer until she noticed the glint in his eyes. "Oh shit." she cursed, backing away a few steps. Alastor only stalked closer. "H-Hey Al. I-I know what you're thinking."

"You do, your highness?" he asked so casually, only a few steps away from her now. Charlie gulped and gave him a nervous smile and almost matched his. "Al, please don't I'm-AHHHHHH!" There was no warning from the Radio Demon. Alastor's hands struck the princess's sides and soon, Charlie was now a giggling mess.

Alastor couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Oh look at you. You're so ticklish princess."

"Nohohohohoho I'm nohohohohohohot!" Alastor didn't even bother to comment on her pathetic lie. Charlie tried and failed to push his hands away, but whenever she's make contact with them, Alastor would switch it up, attacking her armpits and her lower ribs.

"Goochie goochie goo. Who's our ticklish princess? Who's our ticklish princess?" Alastor began to tease as Charlie all but screamed when he moved to her stomach. "NOHOHOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHING!!!!" Charlie cried as Alastor only laughed. "Oh but Charlie, you know it's only fair."

"NOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIT'S NOHOHOHOHOT!!!"

"Yes it is. But I'll show you what isn't fair." Alastor replied before swooping up the giggly princess and placing her on the couch. Charlie giggled and wiggled to get out of the deer demon's hold, but he was stronger than he looked. "Hold her down boys." he said as she shadow grabbed her arms and tied them together above her head. Alastor smirked when he saw Charlie's scared but also excited face. "Please Al. Whatever you're doing, don't do it."

"And what makes you think I'd listen to you?" Alastor asked as Charlie only gulped. "B-Because I'm the Princess of Hell. A-As your princess, I-AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Charlie didn't finish her threat, for her serial killer friend had already began to stroke his fingers all over the princess's belly. "Awwww, is the little princess's belly her most ticklish spot?" He didn't get an answer from her. Charlie only laughed freely, struggling to get out of his shadows' hold. Alastor silently commanded one of his shadow's to cover her eyes. Charlie screamed when she could only see darkness. "ALASTOR!!!" The Radio Demon slowly lifted the princess's shirt, allowing the cool air to make her shudder. "W-What're you doing?" she asked, but Alastor didn't answer directly. Instead, he only stroke his fingers on her bare tummy, making the princess really laugh her ass off. "I'm gonna get your belly~" Charlie knew that teasing voice all too well. He said it the same way he did when he and him made that deal. At this point, Charlie's struggles began to increase. "Al, no please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"There's no mercy in hell dear. Even you should know that." Alastor said before he engulfed a breath of air and slammed his mouth down on the princess's abdomen. Alastor's ears twitched when her high pitch scream went up an octave. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ALAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!" Charlie screamed for dear life, her arms tugging hard on the shadows. Showing some mercy, Alastor released the bind from her wrist, allowing the princess to attempt to push his head off. It was futile though for whenever she thought Alastor was finished, he'd blow another raspberry just to make her scream. It wasn't until the princess started banging on his head like a drum that Alastor decided to call it quits.

The Radio Demon gave one last short raspberry on her bellybutton before pulling her shirt back down and staring at the teary eyed princess. Charlie was still in a fit of giggles, the shock clearly still there. Alastor smirked. "There you go. Now, you're fully dressed." Charlie only rolled her eyes as the Radio Demon got off the couch. Alastor intentionally grasped her tummy, making her squeal and wrapping her arms around her stomach. "Just remember dear~" he began to say before he left. "Make sure you're always fully dressed. Or else, you'd like for me to...help." he said before Charlie squealed and raced out of the main lobby of the hotel, eager to escape the tickly fingers of the Radio Demon.

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lee vox next?!?!?!!🤭🤭🤭🤭

Of course. He deserves it

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CW: talk of sexuality/connection to tickling inspired by the post I reblogged before this

I guess my strongest indicator that I’m probably not ace is that I think I’ve come to recognize physical attraction, in real life, to women? But then when tested in real life my interest in sex is so low and I get less interested the more it’s pushed. Like I still fantasize about it sometimes and think it’s a possibility, especially giving(considered I might be in the stone community as well), but I’d be happy to have a relationship where the “physical” aspect of the relationship was like 30% cuddling, 60% tickling, and 10% sex. And really I’d be fine with no sex and more tickling lol. I get aroused by tickling and might get myself off you know, but I feel like I’d be just as happy with an affectionate relationship with someone who has no interest in anything but the tickling.

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Tickling and Asexuality

anonymous asked: “Do you think there is a link between liking tickling and being asexual?” 

IMPORTANT: This post will include mention of sexual intimacy - but only within strictly educational and health perspectives. 

With that being said, I do ask that all comments, replies, and reblogs on this post remain educational in nature.

This is important information for all ages and sexualities. So please, keep that in mind.

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This is one of my all-time favorite posts on this whole website, and I reblog it every single time I see it. It’s probably the most accurate, relatable description of both my feelings toward tickling, and my sexuality as a whole.

The analogy of “someone took all the wires connecting to sex and plugged them into tickling instead” is something I think about nearly every time I consider my sexuality.

I just feel like this should be required reading for everyone in the tickling community, ESPECIALLY given the number of a-spec folks we have among us.

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Every now and then I return to the possibility that I may actually be somewhere on the asexual spectrum, and this is one of the most validating things I’ve ever read honestly. Read this last night, dug it back up this morning to reblog and reread it lol

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have you heard of invader zim,,, and if so could you write a tk fic between zim and dib,,,

Oh, I watched a few episodes of that in college! Maybe i could go back and rewatch a little sometime soon to refresh my feel for their characters, that sounds adorable and both of them need it.

I’ll try to finish the fic I’m working on, and come back to this!

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Oooof this was years ago I’m sorry friend. I never finished the fic I was working on and I’m still unfamiliar with invader zim, sorry 😅

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A Princess' Guide to Interrogating a Radio Demon

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Charlie, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, interrogation (in the most playful sense). If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige.

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

This is my first fic for Hazbin Hotel, so any feedback would be welcomed and deeply appreciated! (also, let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future work - I'm quite sure this'll be FAR from my last fic for this fandom hehe)

Hope you enjoy!

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Ever since he'd discovered glam metal, Angel has been blasting it nonstop from his room.

Unfortunately, his room happens to be directly beneath Alastor's... and the insulation in the hotel's walls leaves an awful lot to be desired. The Radio Demon's eye had been in a constant twitch for three days by the time he'd finally had enough.

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"Alastor? Have you seen Angel's speakers?"

When Charlie appears in his doorway, the demon in question is sitting comfortably on his couch, sipping a mug of black coffee and reading a newspaper (though Charlie isn't sure how he acquired it - the local paper has been out of print for weeks).

"No. But I've certainly had the displeasure of hearing them."

"They've gone missing. Do you have any idea where they might be?"

"Far away, I hope."

Charlie rolls her eyes and leaves to go consult the other guests. The deer takes a long draw from his mug.

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To Alastor's slight irritation, he only enjoys a few minutes of peace before the princess' voice echoes from the hall again.

"Oooh, Al...." Charlie sings.

"What is it, my dear?" the Radio Demon sings back absently.

"Nifty says she saw you with Angel's speakers yesterday."

"Did she?" He flips a page of his newspaper.

"Look, all I need to know is where you put them."

Long pause. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Alastor."

"Whaaat?" Though his eyes haven't left the page, his grin has widened slightly. "You think I'm lying?"

"You're always lying. That's your thing."

"...Touché."

Charlie perches on the sofa beside him.

"Are you gonna tell me where it is or not?"

"Fine. I'll be completely honest with you."

She perks up.

"I would honestly die a second death before subjecting myself to one more note of that infernal garbage."

Alastor's eyes flick up from his paper for the briefest of seconds, just to watch the bubbly princess' face fall into a delightfully exasperated scowl.

"You can't steal someone's stuff just because it annoys you!"

"On the contrary. That's exactly what I did."

Charlie narrows her eyes. "Alastor. You tell me where Angel's speakers are or else."

Alastor chuckles in spite of himself - Charlie's attempts to be intimidating never fail to amuse him.

"What's so funny about that?"

"My dear, I say this with the utmost respect and admiration for your many talents: there's a reason I tend to be the one called upon to scare off demonic threats."

Charlie huffs and crosses her arms. "Just because you're creepier and... more sadistic than me, doesn't mean I don't have ways of making you talk."

"Oh?" Alastor arches a skeptical eyebrow at his paper.

"So you better watch your step, Mister."

"Hmm. You make a compelling case." He flips another page. "Maybe I should tell you where Angel's poor excuse for music is."

Charlie brightens. "Really?"

"No."

The princess deflates.

He's right, of course: even if Charlie figures out a way to make herself legitimately threatening to the Radio Demon... he's the fucking Radio Demon. She may be the Princess of Hell, but she doesn't want to have to rebuild the hotel from rubble all over again.

The two sit in impassive silence for a few minutes - Charlie glaring at Alastor, Alastor staring stubbornly at his paper - until she finally stifles a sigh and slouches against the cushions. He's enjoying this, she just knows it. Sitting there with that stupid grin. He's probably been laughing to himself all night, imagining poor Angel waking up and finding his most prized possession missing.

She finds herself wishing she could make the old deer laugh himself sick sometime, just to teach him a lesson.

...Which is a horrible thought! Charlie's eyes widen, her brow furrowing in self-disgust. She could never bring herself to hurt Alastor, even via laughter.

In fact, she quite likes his laugh - it's a little maniacal, sure, and certainly hard to truly enjoy amid the gory contexts that typically trigger it. But if she knew a way to make him laugh at something other than another person's expense, she'd probably do it all the time... it's just that the things that make him laugh also tend to make Charlie nauseous.

Once again, the princess finds herself completely baffled by her own subjects. How one could be so tickled by anything that goes on down here - the pain, the violence, the gore...

Charlie tilts her head. She may have just gotten an idea.

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If Alastor had happened to cast a quick glance down the couch, the smile creeping across Charlie's face would've been enough to give him real pause.

But since he is instead stubbornly focused on his paper, he is completely unprepared for the fingers that suddenly begin crawling oh-so-gently up his side.

To her initial disappointment, Charlie finds at least three layers of fabric dampening her touch, and aside from a subtle flinch at first contact, Alastor himself remains perfectly still.

But then a low buzz of radio static swells around them. As she probes up his ribs, she can hear a soft crinkle of paper as his grip tightens.

"Charlie..." His voice is oddly clipped.

"Mm?" Charlie takes one glance at his face, and her smile deepens - even Alastor's signature grin can't mask the effect. He's still technically staring at the paper, but his eyes have gone wide and blank. He opens his mouth to continue just as her fingers reach his armpit - and his jaw quickly clamps shut. It's clearly taking everything in him not to squirm.

"Got something to say, Al?" She starts pinching back down his ribcage.

"Mmph!" The giggles start in his chest, bubbling up and fighting to escape through clenched teeth. Soon his shoulders are shaking with the effort of holding them in.

"...Maybe about the location of a certain object?"

No response. The radio demon just curls forward a little, hiding his face in his paper.

Taking advantage of this new posture, Charlie slips her other arm around behind him, and gives a good pinch to both sides of his slender waist.

The demon straightens right back up with an audible gasp and tiny squeak of surprise (that he quickly tries to cover with a cough).

"Charlie! Are you s-seriously trying to-"

"Are you seriously ticklish?"

"No!"

In response she delivers another series of pinches to the same spot. His posture crumples again, until finally he loses his grip on his paper and twists to face her.

"No?" she giggles. And squeezes him again.

"Stop that!" He fumbles at her fingers, trying to pry them off his sides.

Instead Charlie swaps her hands, wrapping her fingers around his waist with both thumbs resting lightly on his stomach... and begins digging them right under his lower ribs.

That finally does it. He flinches back with a little snort, followed by soft but utterly helpless giggles pressed shyly into his hands.

"Awww!" Charlie coos.

"Keheh- f-fuckin'- heheh! - quiet!" His voice cracks amusingly on the last word.

There are about fifteen different things Charlie is dying to say as Alastor goes to pieces with laughter, but she can't think of anything that wouldn't risk embarrassing the poor guy - and humiliating him is the last thing she wants to do. The fact that Alastor hasn't instantly dissolved into shadows (or cursed her across the room) hasn't been lost on the princess; she is NOT about to jeopardize this moment by making him uncomfortable enough to do so.

That said, she is conducting an interrogation here.

"What was that about not being ticklish?"

His clutching at her wrists becomes more frantic. "Don't-!"

Alastor hyperventilates a couple times, trying to get ahold of himself - but then she continues squeezing down the sides of his belly, and he can only collapse into even worse laughter.

"I think I know just how to get you to talk..."

"Nohoho- ahagh, Charlie! Shihihit!"

Charlie shifts onto her knees for better leverage, gives him a gentle push backward, and pins him (surprisingly easily) against the couch. Her snaggle-toothed grin looms over him...

For a split-second, Alastor gets a flash of what his victims must've seen moments before they debuted on his show.

But he's pretty sure this isn't quite how they felt about it. He's already shaking with anticipatory giggles, grinning back at her wider than ever. And the giddy panic behind his eyes quickly forms an unlikely union with defiance.

"Do your worst, my dear."

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To be continued... pt. II is already in the works, so stay tuned!!

Until next time - hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 💕

💜 - Cozy

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I know I’m basically dead I’m so inactive but hear me out, because this hc literally woke me up and got me out of bed this morning, and I need people to share it with-

Y’all remember Code Lyoko? And Odd Della Robbia?

Okay, so Odd is a lee whos pretty open about liking it, long as he’s comfortable with the person and all that- might even ask directly if it’s a S/O or a friend he’s happened to find out is a ler, but he gets super blushy about it. In general, you can tell he’s in a bad Lee mood if you tickle him and he starts begging instead of snarking (doesn’t mean he wants you to stop, which funnily enough is kinda what forces him to start telling his lers he wants it- he gets older, people are better at respecting boundaries, and so he has to communicate if he wants anyone to wreck him ever.)

His worst spots are his feet, toes, and like, this one spot on his belly. But he’s sensitive everywhere- and one day, a ler friend of his is bantering back and forth with him, and it somehow turns to the friend poking fun at his Lyoko form, starting to coo at him like he’s an actual cat, earning eye rolls. Until the friend decides he must be grumpy because he wants to be petted like a cat, properly, and they discover quickly that behind his ears, under his chin, and his back are definitely tickle spots. The spots arent horrible in and of themselves, definitely not as bad as his worst spots, and it even ironically feels good (besides the whole, his liking how tickling feels in the first place way). What really destroys him about these spots is the fucking fully renewed, now long term Giant Purple Cat teasing this causes. He turns bright red, and is a total giggling mess, frustrated but also enjoying it too much to ever stay mad about it.

Just,,,, imagine how cute aaaaa

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Bump in the Night- Klaus’ Day

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Characters: Klaus and Ben Hargreeves

A/N: These two are my absolute favorites and I love them so, so much. I hope y’all enjoy. 

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*writing a self-insert of myself and Klaus where we both use he/him pronouns* :)

*writing a self-insert of myself and Klaus where I use neopronouns and they use they/them pronouns* 🥺👏🏽🥺😩🎉😭😆

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Palms & Polish (Allison, Five)

Summary: Allison remembers a little secret about Five. (For day 1 of Tickletober, using this list made by @shunfluff. I hope y’all enjoy it!)

Allison found out by accident.

Five was sitting on the couch, nose buried in a book he’d found up in dear old dad’s study, something scientific and probably boring, and Allison took a seat beside him.

“What are you reading?” she asked.

“Mathematical theory,” he replied.

Exactly as she’d predicted: boring. But she didn’t poke fun at him for it, knowing it wasn’t so much about enjoyment of geeky topics, but rather about trying to save the world. Living with the weight of the apocalypse on his shoulders was putting strain on Five’s young body. He had dark circles beneath his eyes and chapped lips, and he had started biting at his nails when he got anxious, leaving his fingers red and raw.

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It’s really odd to me that TUA ghosts age after death, I’m just saying

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I know Klaus doesn’t like fighting super much, but in retrospect they /should/ have some combat training now? Or at least the ability to use a weapon. Or am I being stupid for thinking this

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I love he/they non-binary Klaus, lighting up and getting all giddy when someone goes out of their way to use they/them for them, with a passion

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have you heard of invader zim,,, and if so could you write a tk fic between zim and dib,,,

Oh, I watched a few episodes of that in college! Maybe i could go back and rewatch a little sometime soon to refresh my feel for their characters, that sounds adorable and both of them need it.

I’ll try to finish the fic I’m working on, and come back to this!