Ok frozen prompt: Platonic Elsa/Anna, The three of them are playing charades,and since Elsas not good at it her and Anna get into a small “fight” that turns into a tickle fight?
I love this prompt! This was so much fun to write, thank you for sending it! Feel free to send more in anytime!
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Charades was always a fun game to play. The only problem was that Elsa... well, she just wasn’t good at it. She tried her best, but she just couldn’t seem to get ahold of it. Using her powers was cheating - that was established from the start. But how else was she supposed to act stuff out so well? She didn’t know how Anna did it.
After a game one night, Anna was walking Elsa to her bedroom. She playfully nudged her sister. “You know what acting is, don’t you?”
Elsa rolled her eyes and simply kept walking, ignoring Anna. But Anna wasn’t one to give up easily.
“Do you need a refresher on the rules of Charades?” she asked, grinning. “I’m an expert. I won, after all.”
Elsa crossed her arms and let out a small “hmph,” but other than that, she completely ignored Anna. The latter huffed and poked Elsa a few times in the side.
“Elsa... talk to me!” she whined. “Tell me how to help.”
Elsa swatted gently at Anna’s hands, unable to keep a small smile off her face. “Stop,” she said, trying desperately to keep composure.
Anna shook her head mischievously and started to tickle Elsa’s sides. “Come on, Elsa!”
Elsa couldn’t hold back the giggles that time. She gently pushed at Anna’s hands. “Quihihihit ihihihihit!” she managed to get out, blushing.
Anna ignored Elsa this time, moving her hands up to her sister’s armpits. “No way!”
Elsa squealed and fell into a pit of laughter. “NAHAHAhahaha! Ahahahanna, plehehehease!” she practically begged, unable to stand up straight. She started to sink to the ground, but Anna held her up by her armpits. This only made Elsa squirm even more. One of her hands went up to cover her mouth.
“Want me to st-AH!” Anna yelped as Elsa suddenly used her other hand to jab a few fingers into her side. Elsa quickly took control and gave Anna a few more warning tickles before stopping.
Anna giggled cutely, then wrapped her arms around Elsa. “I love you,” she said, smiling.
Elsa hugged her back. “Love you too.”
Anna pulled away after a moment. “Goodnight, Elsa,” she said, sneakily poking her tummy a few times.
Elsa laughed and shook her head amusedly. “Gohohohoodnight, Anna.”
For @beautifulpocketbean who wanted lee!Peter and her OC Zoey Osborn! Tumblr ate your ask but luckily I was able to write down your inbox prompt (^^;) Enjoy!
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This is an old inbox ask out of a few that I want to get out of the way before I start the boop booth
im not sure if you have a limit on how often you post certain characters, if you do, you can ignore this, I dont mind. But your D3rLord3 drawing was so good could we possibly have another?
I don't have a hard limit; I can draw the same character over and over again as long as I'm interested. I'm also always open to requests if they're well-written and the idea is compelling. Perhaps if you write exactly what you want to see on the art and I'm interested in it, you'll have a better chance. (I DON'T PROMISE!!)
«A lil Minecraft guy and smart golden knight» ahh averythemayo and d3rlord3 🙏🏻
hello followers. food for today: I lift the lid off a platter and present this to you. unnamed boyfriends and tickles. tomorrow? ,, same thing . unfortunately im deranged
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Person A: You look like you're having fun.
Person B: *Snorts*
Person A: You like that?
Person B: Sh- shut uhup!
Person A: Dude you LITERALLY asked for this. Don't act like you're not loooooving it ♥︎
So I PROMISE I'm working on requests, but I couldn't help myself!!
I'm in the Sherlock (bbc) fandom now... And I NEEEEEEEEDED TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR IT!!
No idea if the sherlock fandom is alive, let alone the sherlock tickle fandom... :c
BUT STILL
Warning! This is a long one...
HERE'S LEE! SHERLOCK, LERS! MYCROFT + JOHN ♡♡♡
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"Sherlock." John's voice rang through the apartment, making the brunette look up.
"Yes?" The man in question replied.
"We have a visitor."
"Do we?"
"Yes, we do." Mycroft walked in suddenly, standing by the door.
Sherlock stood in front of him, "Does this visitor know that I don't want to see him?"
"Yes, he does. It seems the visitor...", Mycroft shrugged slightly, "Doesn't care?"
The consulting detective walked over to his window, gazing outside.
It was late, about 8pm, but darker than it normally was at this hour.
Sherlock picked up his violin, beginning to play the same tune that he plays when he wants his brother to leave, smiling softly when he heard John's snickers.
"Sherlock... Sherlock!" Mycroft called out to him, but the brunette just played louder and a more sadistic tune.
John was trying so hard not to laugh his ass off, but a confused expression spread across his face when the older brother stepped closer to Sherlock, standing directly behind him.
"You earned this yourself, Sherlock."
That's when the only thing John wouldn't have expected happened.
Mycroft raised his hands to the detective's sides, and began tracing his nails upwards.
The reaction was instant.
Sherlock gasped and swiftly brought his arms down to his sides, but that didn't stop his older brother, who danced a nail down his spine.
John watched in awe, 'Sherlock is ticklish?!' He thought to himself.
"M- Mycroft." The consulting detective's voice was strained and shaky, "T- The violin."
"Oh, right, I wouldn't want to break your precious instrument. John, come get it please." He wiggled his hands past Sherlock's defenses, grabbing his sides and squeezing.
"Oh, uh, right." The man in question walked in front of his flatmate, taking the violin and bow from his hands, placing them to one side.
When he looked up, he was surprised to see Sherlock... Not fighting back. At all.
His hands were shaking at his sides with suppressed laughter.
"Come on, Sherlock. Let it out~" That was something new.
John had no idea Mycroft was capable of teasing anybody, let alone his 'arch enemy'.
"S- Stohop it-" A giggle had accidentally slipped past his lips, and one of his free hands slapped his mouth.
"Sorry, I don't feel like 'Stohop'-ing this any time soon." He mimicked the embarrassing sound, and taking advantage of the hand at his mouth, Mycroft reached up to dig his left hand into his brother's underarm.
Sherlock wheezed, and his legs finally gave in, falling to the floor, an action which Mycroft followed.
John stared down at the pair, then towards the door, 'Screw it.' He thought with a soft smile, before leaning down and pulling the consulting detective back onto the floor, holding his arms above his head.
"J- John?!" The brunette looked shocked that he'd stepped in.
"Sherlock." He replied with a grin.
"Perfect, thank you." Mycroft nodded at the doctor. "Now, where to try first..." He lifted up his brother's shirt just enough to reveal his stomach, straddling his waist.
"Don't! Mycroft!" The victim flailed like a fish out of water. "Please don't!"
"Now, now, Sherlock, you only have yourself to blame for not listening to me."
John had NEVER seen Sherlock this vunerable.
It was, admittedly, rather endearing.
"Ready?" The older brother wiggled his fingers above the consulting detective's stomach.
"Noho!" Sherlock snickered in anticipation, struggling against John's hands.
"What was that? You're ready? Okay!" With that, Mycroft kneaded his fingers into his younger brother's belly.
"StOHohOp! This ihis so immahahature!" Sherlock giggled like a kid.
"Just like your laugh then?" His roommate added, including an extra scribble to his underarm with his free hand.
"JohOHoHn!! HEheHelp me oHOhout!!" The consulting detective threw his head back with loud hyena like laughter.
"Aw~" Both of his tormentors cooed in sync, giggling straight after, except Mycroft's was more of a posh chuckle.
For just a moment, Sherlock's cackles grew louder, even though his older brother didn't seem to notice, his roommate did.
"Oh~ I see now." John grinned, clearing his throat to get Mycroft's attention.
He looked up to see his brother's roommate, mouthing at him something he couldn't quite make out.
John rolled his eyes and mouthed more clearly, 'Tease him'.
This time, Mycroft picked up on it, and a smirk spread across his face, "You are awfully ticklish, aren't you Sherlock?"
"ShUHuhUt up!!"
"I don't think I will."
John grinned at the playful banter between them, snorting slightly when Sherlock's wheezing rose an octave, as the older brother found a particularly bad spot between his ribs.
"ChriHIhist! StOHohOp this! NOhOhow!!" He was pulling on John's arms with force now, and the ex-soldier was trying really hard not to let go on accident.
But that's when the noise came.
"STAHAHAP!"
A loud burst of laughter.
Then, in a flash, Sherlock retracted his arms from his roommate's grip, covering his stomach and pushing his brother off.
YOURE TELLING ME THIS PERFECTLY HANDSOME MUSCULAR STRONG ASS SCRUMPTIOUS LOOKING MAN IS CANONICALLY TICKLISH?? AND HIS WEAK SPOTS ARE HIS SIDES AND HIS LAUGH GOES PITCHED??
take my money 🙌💴💴💴
the scene is in demon slayer season 3 ep 3 ill post it later if i can find it >:33
Presenting to you my Class of '09 oc (not a self insert for once), Zane
A bit random and spontaneous, I just was rewatching the playthroughs of this game (all 3) and thought someone should put Jeffery on a leash and also keep him safe. Protect Jeffery from society and protect society from Jeffery. And he has been such a delight to draw these weeks
