Sometimes localization changes are good.
Because Nami's VA angrily screaming "God that TICKLES!!" is everything I never knew I wanted.
(I have no idea what episode this is from, I found it on deviantArt)
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Sometimes localization changes are good.
Because Nami's VA angrily screaming "God that TICKLES!!" is everything I never knew I wanted.
(I have no idea what episode this is from, I found it on deviantArt)
SONIC 3: Lessons in Comedy (Tickle Fic)
âTell me somethingâŠdo you have any cheese at all?â asked the man on the TV. âYes sir,â the store clerk replied. âNow Iâm going to ask you that question once more. And if you say no, Iâm going to shoot you through the head.â The audience roared with laughter. âNowâŠdo you have any cheese at all?â âNo.â BANG!!!
Maria Robotnik, lying on her stomach and propped up by a small pillow, nearly choked on those microwaved little wads of butter-flavored styrofoam that pretended to be popcorn. A kernel rocketed out of her lips and bonked against the screen, propelled on by a pack of mousy giggles. Shadow, next to her, was unmoved as usual.
âI donât understand. Why didnât he just go to a different cheese shop?â the moody hedgehog mumbled.
Smiling, Maria rolled her eyes to the ceiling and exhaled hard through her nose. This guy. âYou need to learn how to laugh, Shadow. It's just sillyâŠitâs funny. You know what funny is?â
Her rhetoric caught him off-guard. Shadow often worried that he didnât connect to the emotions of these humans, though he kept that self-conscious thought inside. âIâŠI know what funny is. I can be funny,â he insisted.
âOh yeah? You sure? Mr. Grumpy? Well why arenât you laughing then?â Without thinking, Maria reached her left hand over and prodded Shadowâs waist, and both of them received quite the surprise when he jumped a foot in the air.
Shadowâs breath became heavy and he stared at Maria in a panic. He was dumbfoundedâŠwhat was going on? Her touch had sent a tingling sensation all through his stomachâŠit wasnât âpain,â precisely, but it distressed him in the same way. All the blood in his body frothed and bubbled like boiling tea. Was this a new form of earthling combat? Why did he feel an impulse to laugh?
âWhat was that?â he asked, visibly uncomfortable.
Maria had frozen, dumbfounded, just like him. She sucked her lips in between her teeth, making the turtle face that a girl always makes when sheâs straining not to laugh at someone. It wasnât working.
âUh, thatâs called âtickling,ââ replied the cheeky human, her smile finally peeking out. Something about that grin crawling across her face made Shadowâs stomach sink. He could see the wheels turning in her head, and he didnât like it. âWhat? You mean youâve never been tickled before?"
Reaching over again, Maria directed her thumb and forefinger to a muscle on the hedgehogâs side and kneaded into it with rubbing, circular movements. A tiny zap of orange lightning ran through the quills on the back of Shadowâs head, and he reflexively hopped away, covering his waist with his hand.
âNNNahh!! C-cut that out...I don't like it,â he warned her. He looked confused, almost wounded.
"Well, too bad, 'cause IIII do.â Maria giggled at him in her most sing-songy voice and pinched him againâŠâŠâŠthen she did it again. And again. And before he could stop her, she'd turned the alien over on his back and pinned him to the carpet.
âAh!! G-HehâŠGggkâŠDah!â The air painfully crawled out from deep in Shadow's abdomen. His muscles tightened. Every ounce of his strength was shoving back against the ball of laughter that bounced around in his guts, and he couldnât move. "SâŠs-st-hopâŠHehhh!"
"You are sooo ticklish and I am sooo gonna make you laugh." Maria was giddy, practically hopping with excitement. Her skittery, fast-crawling fingers kneaded and squeezed across Shadowâs torso like he was a ball of pizza dough, up and down and all around. He tried to back up, away from her, but there was no room. The people on the TV were laughing in the backgroundâŠ
âGgg-EHH! HnnâŠ*puff* Huh! Iâm t-telling y-hooâŠNNG!!â Shadow was overcome. He felt sick. He was sweating. His energy was draining, replaced by agony and hurt. Never before had he faced such a dangerous assault (at leastâŠhe was pretty sure he hadnât). No matter how he felt about Maria, he had to fight back and do it fast.
Acting on instinct, his hand shot forth and clawed at a space in between Mariaâs ribs, and in a split second, the tables turned.
"AAAHHSHADOW!!" Maria screamed with delight and rolled over onto the floral blanket beneath them. The hedgehogâs quills pulsed with a nuclear glow, one that flashed brighter and fiercer than ever. He immediately straddled his friendâs waist, and his eyes were full of thunderbolts.
Shadowâs brain and fingers ran through his options faster than a GUN computer. Whatever Maria had done to him, he needed to replicate her actions in precisely the same way. This was all scientific; an experiment to be understood. So the trial went through phases, and he observed: if he shuffled all ten of his fingertips up and down against Mariaâs tummy, she screamed and thrashed around until she melted into the blanket. If he scratched underneath her arms, she screamed even louder and snapped her triceps inward to crush his fingers (a futile gesture). And if he reached backwards and pinched her knees, that made her pop her eyes wide open and collapse into a violent giggle fit.
ResultsâŠconclusive. Weaknesses located.
âSo this isâŠâtickling,ââ he hissed.
"AAAH Ha-Ha Ha! *gasp* Haha-Ha! STAAAHHHP!!" Maria's pleas, and her gleeful hysterics, all blurred together into an incomprehensible siren shriek. She kicked and twisted on the ground and pumped her arms like a jogger. Stringy blonde locks kept whipping into her mouth and forcing her to spit them out. âEee! *pft* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! *thbbppt!* Ohomyg-HAHAhawd AIEEHEE!! Donât donât HA!â
Static shocks ruptured from Shadowâs spine. He wasnât stopping. He didnât want to. (But why?) He clawed vigorously at Mariaâs belly and in between her ribs and under her armpits with sharply-bent fingers faster and faster-and-faster-andfasterandfaste -
âĄïžâĄïžCHZZZT!!âĄïžâĄïž
A black and soundless void swallowed them whole. Light bulbs popped and sparks flew from their sockets, and suddenly, there was silence. The power was out.
The strange pair sat there, stunned, the spell on them immediately broken, when a loud alarm sounded, and a blood-red light crept under the gap in Mariaâs door. The doorâs electronic lock clicked open â standard emergency shutdown procedure. The entire hall outside was drenched in low-watt backup lights with a ghostly crimson glare, nuclear-powered for just such occasions, that spilled in onto the carpet like a stain.
âWhoa, shit,â Maria whispered at the gathering commotion. They could hear the chatter of panicked scientists and the whisk of flurried paper whirlwinds traveling into their room from every direction. Grabbing Shadowâs wrist, she hopped up, instructed him to âcâmon, câmon!â and scampered with him toward the back corner. The two reached her bed, their go-to hiding spot, and quickly cowered underneath it just in time to watch a distinctive penguin-shaped silhouette waddle slowly into the doorway. With a mustache.
(The silhouette, not the doorway.)
"Shadowwwwww? Mariaaaaa? Are you in here? Is everything alright?" its stern voice rumbled.
The apparition hovered in the entry for a moment before it was satisfied with the childrenâs absence, then it turned away and shuffled down the hall, back into the dust as if it had never been. The alien hedgehog and the human girl still detected the cacophony outside, but they were alone once more.
âOh my gosh ShadowâŠâ Maria snickered under her breath. She covered her mouth with both hands, to muffle the noise and to stop herself from giggling. âI canât believe you blew the power out!â
In the darkness, she couldnât see her best friendâs cheeks heating up. Shadow sighed, equally befuddled and embarrassed. He still didn't comprehend it. If this "tickling" behavior upset him, and Maria had recognized that, then why did she do it in the first place? Did she not like him? Why didn't she stop when he asked her to? Was this something that normal humans did? Was he in the wrong, for not sharing in her jubilation? Eh...the moment passed; he could fret over those messy implications later. The important thing at present was to stay out of trouble.
Though for some primordial reason he couldn't explain, he wondered what would happen if Maria were to laugh suddenlyâŠsay, right now, this very momentâŠand blow their cover.
He wondered how she would respond if he were to surprise herâŠif getting caught was worth it, just to see her excited cheek-aching grin again. Watching her wiggle and scream with laughter had stirred strange feelings in him that he assumed must be âhappyââŠoh, and what if he tickled her in a different spot? What would happen then?
âŠ
âŠ..Perhaps he understood her urges after all.
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This was planned to be part of my Sega Snickers drabble collection, but I decided to separate it since this was the only fic based on a live-action adaptation instead of the actual video game lore.
Most of the time, I have difficulty writing tk content about canonically-dead characters - especially the really tragic ones. Thereâs just a mental wall there. I canât reconcile the giddiness of tickling with those negative emotions. But the whole idea of these two bugging each other was too cute to resist.
Libertyâs Kids: A Treasonous Alliance
(Tickle Fight Fluff)
Dearest Mother, It is on these late nights, deep within bitter jaws of New England winter, that I most miss the manor. Not that Iâm at all ungrateful; Dr. Franklin has been most accommodating. But I confess, in my more selfish moments, I long to sit by the parlor fireplace with you and father again, reading stories of the colonies and dreaming of our future in themâŠ
In the loft above the Pennsylvania Gazette printing office, Sarah Phillips paused and stroked her chin with a floppy snow-white quill. She wasnât wont to complain, and held no desire to give such an impression, but it was trueâŠthese colonial houses were quite drafty, especially at night. The sun had long since tucked in for its nap, snow-flecked wind whistled outside, and her eyes ached from the weak candlelight on her desk. The creaky floorboards felt chilly and rugged under her bare feetâŠshe wasnât enthralled by the prospect of splinters in her toes either. Still, she put her meager gripes aside, warmed her hands with a low breath, and continued to write.
The colonies still believe against all hope that they may yet topple the Kingâs empire. A rival newspaper today even suggested that Americans align with the French against him! All this talk of war threatens to enflame the government further, and I fear for the future of our subjects. Your loving daughter, Sar-
âHaha! Got eet!â
From behind, a small hand reached in and snatched the pen right out of her grip, halting her sentence in a jagged splotch of ink. She turned to her right, and there beside her, grinning like heâd discovered his Christmas gifts early, was Henri.
Sarah rolled her eyes and held out her hand. âVery funny, Henri. Ha-ha. Now please give me my quill.â Her laugh had the slightest twinge of sarcasm. But something in Henriâs eyes gave her pauseâŠhe was antsy, anticipatory. Before she could ask what mischief he was up to, her elbow suddenly slid backwards on the desk, carried away by the whoosh of a paper sheet scraped over wood.
Her letter was gone. Henri had been a distraction. Sarah whipped her head around, trying not to fall over in her seat, and who should she meet face-to-face but James Hiller, his teeth formed into a grin that looked almost sinister in the flickering light, the letter to her mother clutched in his hand, beneath that smug straw-colored ponytail which she emphatically did not like at all. Nope.
âHey! Give those back!â she insisted, grabbing for the note. Her chair groaned as it scooted back.
âWhat? We just want to see what youâre writing! Youâre going to be a journalist, right?â James smirked at her. He dangled her letter out behind him, just out of her reach, pushing against her shoulder with his free hand. (âAh-ah-ahhhh, not done. âDearest mothahâŠââ It wasnât fair; his arms were longer than hers!) Just when the intrepid redheaded reporter thought sheâd finally maneuvered herself around himâŠher fingertips grazed the soft, worn lip of the parchmentâŠJames rolled it up and threw it away to Henri, who leapt into the air and caught it eagerly.
Sarah frowned. This was becoming less humorous by the second. âStop it! Thatâs private!â
âSarah, why do you write to your mozher every single day? Ze lettairs will take monss to arrive en Eengland!â Henri reached around behind her back and passed James the quill, which the blonde boy then lifted high above their trio of heads, laughing all the while. And as soon as Sarah frustratedly reached up high to retrieve it, like she were answering a question in class, he tossed it back to Henri again. It was a ridiculous game of keepaway, with Sarah dancing in circles back and forth between the two boys, who swapped around her letter and her writing instrument in whirlwind turns until all three of them began to get dizzy chasing each other around the room.
Time for the Hail Mary. Sarah had one last trick up her sleeveâŠor rather, up Jamesâ. Reaching up, she yanked his hair and pawed underneath his outstretched arms, and the unexpected tickle caused him to laugh and flinch and drop her letter for just long enough that she could catch it. âAha!â she smiled in triumph. Unfortunately, her attack had given Henri an idea. From behind, Sarah suddenly felt goosebumps rising from her waist, where the plume of her feather pen was fluttering ticklishly against her, and she broke into nervous, surprised giggles.
âOh! Oohoo, Haha-Ha! Stop that!â She spun on her heel and angrily swiped the quill out of Henriâs hand. But he just stood there with that same dopey, impish grin on his face.
Now, Sarahâs patience was up. "So that's your declaration of war, is it?" she growled. In most unladylike fashion - a preemptive strike - England suddenly lunged at France and shoved him back into an old green chair, where his youth and smaller stature gave her the advantage. Henri tried to escape, but she engulfed him, pinning his skinny arms helplessly to the backrest.
âNo no, zhatâs not fair! Heh! James, hehelp!â He was already laughing.
James merely chuckled and stood by, arms crossed. âSorry, little buddy; youâre on your own for this one!â
âHmph! Weâll just see how you like it,â Sarah huffed proudly, skittering her dainty aristocratic fingers deep inside the folds of Henriâs jacket. The teensy French urchin wriggled violently in the chair, and all his rocking made the floorboards squeak in rhythm with his nonstop snickers.
âHeehee-Heheh! Hngk! Heheha! Stohop eet!â Phlegmy, hiccuping snorts piled up in the roof of his mouth. He retreated into himself with the instinct of a pillbug and balled his fists up close to his chest, slapping them feebly against Sarah's biceps, but he was swallowed in the seat cushions. When she squeezed the side of his belly with her thumb, he laughed loud and squirmed with a bouncy vigorâŠeither Sarah possessed a God-given gift for finding giggle spots, or he was even more ticklish than he thought!
âNow, have you learnt your lesson, young man?â Sarah asked him, eyelids lowered, a beleaguered schoolmistress in all but function. While her âstudentâ giggled for mercy, praying that James would come to his rescue, the location of the quill, and that of the letter, were quickly forgotten by them both. Focused on spidering Henriâs extremely-pokable ribs, Sarah had carelessly left her weapon behind, abandoned on the floor for any enemy soldier to seize.
A soldier like James Hiller. And heâd noticed.
âHaâŠanother tactical error from the British,â James smirked and, kneeling low, the junior paperman picked up the feather and wiggled its soft barbs smoothly up & down on the bottom of Sarahâs left foot.
The noise that erupted from her mouth ascended in pitch like a firework, from a low static hum to a sparrowâs chirp! and she hopped straight up from the ground in a fright. Henri had scarcely registered his newfound freedom when the panicked posh girl bounded away across the floorboards and scurried toward the wall on all fours, kicking her feet in the boysâ direction. Both turned to look at her, stunned, while the youngest struggled through rapid breaths.
âNo! No no no no no, please. Donât you dare.â Sarah had her knees pulled up and her arms spread against the walls. She tried to remain stern and decorous, to not let her compatriots see how rattled she was. But it was too late. They were already flanking her from both sides, crawling toward her like cats on the hunt.
âOh, no,â Henri admonished. He was visibly excited and smiling wideâŠnot tired at all anymore. âNow eet is your turn, mon cherie!â
âYou wouldnât - !â
In one swift swooping motion, James lifted Sarahâs right leg off the ground and ensnared her calf in an arm lock, so as to prevent her retreat, and her foot struggled and floundered against him as she yelped - which didnât help at all when the Hiller boyâs fingers began to scratch it. Henri, bubbly with anticipation, took a more clumsy approach: he sat down on Sarah's left ankle, pinned it to the floor, and waggled her feather pen against her sole in wide, careless swipes.
âHa-Ha! Wh-why youâŠ! Ha! Haha! ImpâŠimperher-tineh-hent! *gasp* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! S-s-stop tickling my feeheet, Ha-Ha! I c-hommand youhoohoo!â
âYou command?â James mocked Sarah, smiling deviously. His rough fingers continued their shuffle. âOh, a thousand pardons, MISS Phillips, but the colonies are revolting!"
âOui! Vive La resistance!â Henri giggled.
"HehehâŠus Yanks arenât taking orders from you British girls anymore!â
âWâŠw-we Yanks!â Sarah couldnât stop snobbishly correcting Jamesâ inadequate grammar, even through her laughter. âNoho, Hee! Noho, IâmâŠt-t-hicklish there! L-Leave them alohone! Plea-Ha!â
There was no room to wiggle or escape. All the English lass could do was desperately pull away and press against the wall until her laugh withered into silent gasps for air. (She wondered if this was what prisoners in the public stocks had to endure.) Only one last burst of energy was left in herâŠ
POW! One wild kick later, James & Henri were bowled over on the hardwood floor.
Quickly catching her breath, Sarah rose to her full height before they could do the same and stood over them, fists clenched and teeth bared. Her ears were turning red. The only part of her that didnât feel warm was her feet, still chilly on the nighttime loft floor. In all the time sheâd known them, sheâd never looked at James (or Henri) with such tumultuous feelings, and she didnât know why. They werenât even paying attention to her, just groaning in pain and laughing to themselves. Furious curses visibly trembled on Sarahâs lipsâŠin her manners she knew better than to let them out, but when she struggled to speak, the insults rolled up into her eye sockets and pushed their way out as bitter tears instead.
âYouâreâŠy-youâre scoundrels, the both of you!â she at last shouted painfully. Before the two lads could react, Sarah stormed out of the room and down the hall, slamming the door behind her, and left them there alone in baffled silence.
"DidâŠdid we do somesing wrong?" asked Henri. They were still down on all fours. That mischievous joy, glowing on his face just moments before, had curdled into nervousness and humiliation, and James was the same. Why was Sarah mad? They were only having funâŠ.
They didnât understand girlsâŠalways getting temperamental for no good reason.
Immediately concerned, they barreled down the stairs and into the print shop after their friend. The store was barren and tinted blue-black like a bruise in the scant moonlight, filled with towers of unused paper sheets piled high and ready for the next edition the subsequent morning. There sat the creaky press, the dusty shelves. But no Sarah.
âSarah, come back! Weâre sorry, we didnât mean to upset you!â James calledâŠNothing. Both turned and ran toward the back stockroom to continue the searchâŠsurely she couldnât have gone farâŠand the two of them moved into the adjacent room so fast that Henri bumped against a heavy barrel the size of Ben Franklin and nearly tripped over his own shoes. They were in such a rush, they didnât even hear the low, melancholy sniffling noises that emanated from a nook behind the barrel.
If only theyâd stayed a second longer.
Sarah shuffled her feet underneath the hem of her nightgown and leaned forward into her knees. The harder she stubbornly clenched her cheek muscles into a frown, the harder it was to pretend she wasnât crying. Her brow squeezed her eyeball like a bulbous grape, and a blobby, warm droplet gushed out and drizzled down her face. Angry at herself as much as the boys, she aggressively massaged her eyes with the back of her hand. Stop it, Sarah. Stop it. You're behaving like a child.
That boy...he was such a loutish, uncivilized, crude, intolerable little... why anyone would ever want to spend time with him, she hadnât the faintest idea. It wasnât just about the tickling. Being embarrassed in front of James was bad enough alone, but the fact that he himself had teased her in this way...as if he had no regard for her feelings at all! But why should she care? Other boys at school in England treated her the same way, dunking her ponytail in inkwells and all the rest. James was no different. But for some inexplicable reason, none of their antics irritated quite like his. Everything he did made her soâŠsoâŠ.
Click! Before Sarah could process that thought, the door to the storeroom unlatched, and James & Henri spilled back out into the shop. She could see that they looked anxious, even in the shadows, but they still didnât notice her tucked away in the corner.
âDo you sink she went down ze street?â
âI donât think so, Henri. She probably hid and ran back upstairs when we went in the back.â
Sarah held her breath and ducked her head low. If they didnât leave soon, sheâd have to sniff hard to keep her nose from running, and then theyâd notice her. Their shoes creaked on the floor behind her, and for a brief moment she feared she was discovered, but at last the sound of their footsteps clomped up the stairs and out of earshot, and when the door shut behind them, she let out a heavy sigh. All clear.
Good LordâŠthat was awful. But it comforted Sarah to know that the boys did care about her. She knew, rationally, that they were just goofing around, and meant her no harm. Whatever she was feeling about James, it had subsided. Sheâd go back upstairs and apologize in a minute.
Just as soon as she found something to blow her nose on.
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Written as a (slightly belated) birthday gift for @trrickytickle after she started brainrotting over these characters out of nowhere. XD Also it was Presidentâs Day in the US recently, soâŠfortuitous? Murica đŠ đșđžđ
I need a little creative exercise, so Iâm opening up 10 slots for 3-sentence tickle fics. Any characters/scenarios you like! Speak up. Give to me thy prompts.
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Keep em comin! Weird & obscure is good too.
Here ya go @lesbianandstressing!
Out of the Huntr/x trio, Derpy most frequently selected Zoey as his own personal human mattress when they napped and watched cartoons together, and being the massive cuddle-bug that she was, the groupâs maknae delighted in the sensations that came with it, like the marshmallowy squish of Derpyâs heavy body, his warm billows of fur, and that steady, powerful heartbeat against her chest.
But one evening, without warning, a rainbow array of new sensations: the heat of embarrassed blood in her cheeks and neck, a tremor that turned her spine to jelly, an excited rhythm wriggling through her bubbly toes, and the chilly tingle of twenty sneaky, sisterly fingerblades, all skittering at once along the bottoms of her feet.
âHihihHEHEH-Huhuh-Heehee; stahahahahopâŠ*heave* AH! Derp-HeeheeâŠ*snort* D-herpy, get offâŠpleasepleasepeas, get AHH-haha-hawhoff!!!â the loud barrage of giggles sparkled and fizzed up from within Zoeyâs tummy as she gently slapped her 1,000-lb blanket, but neither those distractions, nor her thrashing, nor the cooing baby-talk of her bandmates, was enough to stir their big kitty from his nap.
Tickle âtortureâ for Kairi.
hey so I have had this comment request in my fic list for a while so Iâm so sorry it took so long!
Thankyou all for being so patient!
Warnings: tickles, light swearing
Characters!: ler/lee!dustin ler!eleven Lee!max
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It was another damp,drizzly day in the town of Hawkins with rain falling, pattering to the ground and the sky covered in silvery clouds.
âOkay el.. truth or dare!â Max said and smiled . Eleven, max and dustin sat in elevens bedroom playing a childish game of truth or dare. It was only the three of them thst day because the rest of the group were either to âbusyâ or didnât want to travel to hoppers cabin in the rain
They planned for it to only be max and el hanging out that day but when dustin announced through this walkie-talkie that he was free, eleven and max couldnât leave him alone.
âtruth!â Eleven excitedly responded âhmm.. would you rather give up me or eggos?â Max said with a raised eyebrow.
Without hesitation Eleven answered with âeggos! I can live without themâ maxâs smile lit up. âAwh your so cuteâ max teased and followed with a poke to elevens stomach. Causing her to giggle, bat maxs hand away and blush. Max instantly started smirking and dustin just watched and rolled his eyes (poor dustin.. always the the third wheel)
âDustin itâs your turn to ask!â el stated.
âHm! Okay max, truth or dare?â Dustin said as him and el watch max start to ponder about her decision
âTruthâ she declared smirking at dustins disappointed face. âboringg.. but alright - whatâs your weakness?â
Max eyes grew at the heart-pounding question âI uhm donât have oneâ she managed to stutter out. Real smooth max. She thought to herself
Maxs answer had eleven giggling slightly and dustin furrowed his eyebrows at her
âEverybody has a weaknessâ dustin confused tone had El giggling more
ânope.. I donâtâ max played it off seeming confident but inside she was dying. She wanted the ground just to swallow her up right there. The only person that knew about her weakness was El and she was not prepared to have Dustin find out and tell the whole party her embarrassing secret!
âbut max your really ti-â El tried to state but was cut of my max covering her mouth slightly âdont you dareâ max softly threatened nervously. She didnât mean to be so defensive to her girlfriend especially because she didnât understand why this situation was so important but she couldnât risk her weakness being blurted out.
âHey leave her alone!â Dustin remarked as she elbowed her in the side. This came unexpectedly to max as she flinched and a giggle escaped her mouth
Dustin didnât need els help this time to clarify what just happened. He use to have to many tickle fights with the party that he could read her reaction like a book.
El Just smirked and dustin followed with a tease that made maxs face glow an obvious red âare you sure you donât have any weaknesses?â
Max gulped as she watched El and dustin slowly move closer with a predatory look on their face
âno! You scared me.. okay?â Dustin just rolled his eyes at maxs poor attempt to lie her way out of it
El pokes maxs side causing her to squeal slightly and block it with her hands âyea sure.. you look terrifiedâ dustin joked and he pounced on her
âDustin donât you dAREHHEHARREE-â max sentence was interrupted by her own squealing laughter as dustin prodded his fingers into maxs side causing a squirmy and squealing reaction from max
âNOHOHOHOOO ASSHOHOHOLEE!â Max spat out as the laughter just poured out of her mouth. Dustin looked extremely thrilled with his discovery and eleven just sat and watched, giggling at the state max was in. Maxs legs were flailing about as she aggressively kicked them causing Dustin to almost loose his balance.
âEl come and help me!â Dustin moaned as el was more then happy to oblige. She exitedly crawled over sitting infront of maxs swinging legs.
âEHEHELLL PLEHEHEASEEE!â Max begged through her screams of laughter. Ofcourse eleven ignored her and gripped onto her foot and starts wiggling her fingers into her arch. Eleven know exactly weâre to tickle to get max to laugh the loudest. Of course only el knew this and el is the only person that ever will know.
âEEEK! NAHAHAHAAHAAAA ELL NOT THEREEE! BAHAAHAâ eleven was smiling to herself, she loved hearing the sweet sound of maxs laugh. It was a rare occasion, especially for her to laugh so loudly and freely like this. Although eleven could tell the differences in maxs laugh. The only times she ever laughs the loudest is when she is tickled by el, when she is around her her laugh just flows freely out of her mouth. When she is tickled by anybody else her laugh is still loud but more controlled
Meanwhile dustin was fluttering his fingers over maxs covered stomach. âBAHAHHAA NOHOHOOâ âwoah max.. this is absolutely shockingâ dustin teased. âSHUHUHUT UPPP!â Max practically yelled at him. Although max hated feeling weak she couldnât deny that she was sort of having fun
Eleven was playing her foot like a guitar, strumming her fingers along her arches and scraping them down to her sole sending max into hysterics âNO GUYS COME OHOHONNN!!â âAwh max your so ticklish!â Eleven cooed clearly enjoying this way to much as dustin was still in shock. Max mayfield. The max mayfield was ticklish?
Dustin started squirming his fingers into maxs ribs, wiggling them like spiders. Maxs ïżŒhigh pitched squeals and complaints were useless as they both looked like they werenât stopping anytime soon
While max was in ticklish hell eleven was in heaven, she figured she could listen to maxs laugh on repeat for hours on end. She loved her bubbly giggles that subsided into wild laughter. It never failed to bring a smile to els adorably pink face.
âPLEHEHEHEASEEEâ max wailed. âI think we should stop now before we kill herâ eleven giggles slowing down her deadly fingers as dustin poked her side one more time âHEHEY!â and then he climbed off. âI hehehate you bothâ max said through deep breaths which eleven took as an opportunity to poke her foot again at that comment âEEK! Okay okay I love you Elâ eleven smiled and then crawled next to max
Max sat up and evil-eyed dustin âif you tell anybody your deadâ Dustin reacted with a chuckle âor what?â he said clearly challenging her. Max just smirked at him and eleven watched curiously.
Max spontaneously poked his side causing him to flinch away with an alarmed squeak. âEeeaa! no!â Max smirk got wider a she started sporadically jabbing her fingers into his sides. Dustin yelped and fell flat on his back, laughing uncontrollably âHEHEHEEE OKAHAHAHAYYYâ âokay what?â Max teased as she began poking faster âAAAHAHHAHAHA I WOHOHONNT TELL ANYBOHOHODYYâ dustin cried.
âHow do I know your not lying..â max responded mischievously turning her quick poked into rough squeezes to his side âNAHAHAHHAHA I PROHOHOMISEEEEâ and after that max haulted her ambush
âI was just joking.. jeezâ dustin panted. âWell if anybody else finds out I wonât hesitate to do it againâ max snarkily added
Max just chuckled to herself at how the childish game of truth or dare ended
What Makes You Helpless?
Summary: While hanging out, Ramona learns something adorable about her dorky boyfriend. Unfortunately for him, she takes the opportunity to explore this discovery all she can. â
Lee: Scott
Ler: Ramona
My Cool Gay Roommate
TickleTober Day 9 Wake Up
Characters: Lee! Wallace, Ler! Scott.
Summary: A request from one of my favourite mutuals VBS (veryblushyswitch). I meshed together the wake up prompt with her idea of Scott discovering Wallace was ticklish. Hope you enjoy this one!
Warnings: None, just a tickle fic. Also that this may be OOC since itâs been a while since Iâve watched this show.
Wallace had never been a morning person. For as long as he could remember, he could never properly get his brain switched on until at least 10:00AM, or sooner with a few cups of coffee forced into his system. The second most important rule Wallace had emphasised to Scott when they first became roommates (the first being âDonât fall in love with meâ) was to never ever wake him up in the mornings. This morning was different though, the night prior, Wallace asked Scott to get him up at eight since he had agreed to meet with Mobile that day for breakfast. He knew heâd end up being bitchy that early in the morning so he reassured Scott that heâd apologise to him later for it.
Scottâs eyes peered over to a sleeping Wallace at his side, nervously. Heâd done a lot of stupid things but making Wallace mad was something he was hoping to avoid under any circumstances. Still, Wallace would just be more mad at him later if he flunked out on this, he reasoned. Cautiously, he placed a hand on Wallaceâs bare shoulder and shook him about softly, speaking quietly to him in a scratchy voice.
So- I absolutely adore this hello?? đ„șđđ This is so adorable and playful I love it thank you!!! đŠđ
How many episodes of TADC do you plan to make? If there is a set number, that is. I'm curious how long the series will end up being.
Nine. Maybe a few low-stakes shorts mixed in there, but nine real full episodes in total.
Hi again. I want to thank everybody who reached out to offer support last week. Under most circumstances, Iâve committed to never bringing up personal tragedy, sociopolitical conflict, or other such IRL concerns on this blog. Thatâs not what any of you are here for. But my whole family was nervous, and it really touched me to know that some of you offered to share that burden.
For those who asked, hereâs an update.
Every diagnostic test and every ultrasound indicated massive problems with my new nephewâs heart. Even up until the day before he was born, the cardiologists were seeing huge holes, leaks, and a dramatically-shrunken left side of the organ, among other deformities.
But then, after he was born, they took another look at him, and somehow, many of those problems simply werenât there anymore. Lesions that had shown up on imaging for months had disappeared. Almost as if holes had sealed up and the left side of his heart had grown overnight.
The doctors were flabbergasted. They said it was like a miracle had happened.
My new nephew had one surgery to repair his aorta and widen a narrow archway, and it went off without a hitch. Heâll be in the hospital for about two months to recuperate, but unless something goes sideways, they THINK he wonât need any more operations right now. The results were better than anyone couldâve hoped.
Weâre all complete strangers. We donât really know each otherâs names or what we look like. Strangely, I felt more comfortable sharing my worries on an anonymous blog than on my real social media. Yet still many of you offered a hand. People in the tickle community are often written off as weirdos or perverts, and yeah - maybe we are. But weâre also compassionate, empathetic, and tight-knit. Thanks for reminding me of that. :)
Ok. Small idea. Probably maybe for those "reimagined"s that you do.
This:https://youtu.be/gj043f05C1U?feature=shared
With DK's Ostrich Form in DK bananza
Oh thatâs such a cute idea! ^^ I think Pauline would get a kick out of DK tickling her belly this way.
Well, not sure if youâre aware of this, but I already wrote a âreimaginedâ fic using that scene. (With other Nintendo characters, incidentally.) Iâd prefer not to use the same scene more than once, if possible; otherwise I would totally do this.
đŹ 3  đ 3  â€ïž 55 · REIMAGINED TICKLING #4: The Shmorgasbord · A lot of times when I see a tickling scene in a movie or TV show, I imagine how
But hey, itâs not as if I own a monopoly on the concept; it would be awesome if other bloggers utilized it. I really should write more in the Reimagined series, though. Itâs been too long. Gotta get back to that at some point.
Should I write more Donkey Kong Bananza/DK series stuff? Iâve gotten a ton of requests for that, way more than I expected.
My recent hyperfixation for that game has got me thinking about other examples of the âBig Guy - Little Guy/Girlâ trope. I love when thereâs a âpapa bearâ guardian figure, and that dynamic lends itself so well to tickly situations. đ (Sometimes even in canon, if weâre lucky!)
Hereâs a fun prompt. If these famous duos had a big tickle war, who do you think would be the champions? Who are the best ticklers and whoâs the most ticklish? Got any fun crossover ideas for specific pairings? Give me some thoughts! (In the comments, please; not anonymous asks.)
Uh, for the purposes of this thought experiment, letâs assume that Freddy is an actual anthropomorphized bear like Baloo and not an animatronic. So that way itâs fair and he can be ticklish too. Lol
BTW, this is not a guarantee that Iâll be writing any such fic or using these ideas in the future. Iâm just fishing in a brainstorm. For fun!