go follow me here! :3 im finishing up requests ive been given on this blog so if you have requested anything and you havent lost patience in me, im ready for ya.
im not taking down this blog though, it will stay up, i just wont post here anymore
Everyone in the fourth grade had decided to cooperate together to create the most complex game they’d ever played in honor of the beginning of summer.
It was meant to be a tournament with just enough drama and physical exertion to keep everyone invested and entertained.
The only issue was finding a subject that involved all of those components. Eventually there was a muffled suggestion from Kenny.
“Tickling? Really, Kenny?” Cartman gave him an unimpressed look. Stan was quick to defend the kid in the orange parka.
“Hey, he’s got a point. We can’t agree on anything else, and this doesn’t really cause physical harm but it’s also unbearable.” Stan continued, “I think it’s perfect.”
A wave of silence washed over the group, until Red spoke up, “I say we give it a shot! I’ve been in plenty of tickle fights with my cousins, and there’s definitely a lot of drama and physical exertion involved in it.”
Eventually hushed murmurs of agreement began to rise around all of them.
“I say we all start working on the tournament bracket straight away,” Wendy took charge, “the fights happen every other day in the evening. Not everyone needs to come and view the fight, although it would be appreciated if we all tried our best to show up.”
Everyone nodded along to Wendy’s suggestion, she was the level headed one of the group so it made more sense for her to lead the way.
“I also suggest the location to be Cartman’s basement.” She added on, “since that’s where you guys normally meet anyway.”
“Ay! Keep your gay ass tickling away from my house.” Cartman quickly objected, earning irritated sighs from the others.
“Why are you so fucking negative all the time?” Craig asked bluntly.
“I’m not being negative, I’m being straight.”
“No, you’re being a prude, Eric.” Heidi’s firm voice stood out among the crowd of kids.
They quieted down when they saw her gentle parenting slowly get through to Cartman.
“...Alright, fine. But just to prove I’m no prude.” Cartman huffed.
This was the one time anyone appreciated Cartman’s soft spot for his ex-girlfriend. By the end of that weekend, they’d created rules and guidelines for each fight, setting up the fights randomly to make sure it was all fair.
Scott took it upon himself to surround the downstairs area with the necessary pillows and cushions to keep injuries to a minimum while Bebe and Wendy worked together to make the environment aesthetically pleasing.
“I don’t think we’ll care much about fairy lights and fake vines when we’re being tickled to tears, Bebe.” Cartman protested as he supervised the kids running around his house to prepare for the oncoming battles so they didn’t break anything.
“It’s not for the fighters. It’s for me and Bebe to be comfortable because we’re going to have to be here for every match to announce and comment.” Wendy shot back.
Cartman threw his hands up in exasperation as he stormed upstairs to get away from the chaos.
It was a preview of what the next month would look like as kids basically used Cartman’s house as home base for the game.
Why nobody just held it at Tolkien’s house was beyond Cartman’s understanding.
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Pip and Damien were the first on the bracket to fight. Pip had been very adamant about staying out of the fight because he considered himself to be a pacifist.
The boys wouldn’t have any of it and ordered Pip to fight.
“Come on, Pip!” Cartman hissed, “you’re being so seriously lame right now.”
When Pip didn’t respond to the chubby boy's violent approach Kyle decided to take the reins. He rested a hand on Pip’s shoulder.
“It isn’t going to be as bad as you think it is. It’s only tickling, and once one person opts out, it’ll all stop.”
These words seemed to comfort Pip but he did appear afraid to hurt Damien.
“What if I hurt Damien accidentally?” The British boy worried.
“With all due respect man, you should be worried that Damien will hurt you.” Stan said honestly, earning a side eye from Kyle.
“I don’t think Damien would do that.” Pip said with a contented smile.
Kenny pointed towards Damien who was currently exercising his satanic powers, demonstrating exactly what he’d do to Pip.
Kyle sighed in irritation, losing his comforting edge, “Pip, just go get tickled by Damien and get it over with.”
“Righto.” Pip said as he approached the center of Cartman’s basement floor where the fights were scheduled to take place.
When Damien saw Pip take a step forward, he met the shorter boy in the middle.
“Fear me, mortal. I shall reign Hell upon you!” Damien yelled, his hands curling into fists.
“I believe this is a tickle fight…not a brawl.” Pip squeaked after noticing Damien taking practice swings.
Damien summoned hands from thin air to hold Pip still. The kids would have called Damien out about it being unfair, but they knew Pip would lose to him anyways.
They weren’t concerned with fairness when it came to Pip.
Satan’s son wasn’t especially good at tickling. To be honest it looked like it was hurting more than tickling.
He was poking Pip’s sides so hard that it looked like he’d pinched a nerve.
“Why aren’t you laughing? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to be producing?” Damien barked at Pip.
“Oh! Right, I’m sorry.” Pip apologized and began to force a laugh on his behalf. Damien seemed satisfied by this.
The children were disappointed by the fight. They’d all been tickling Pip brutally since they were toddlers and they knew just as well as anyone that Pip was extremely ticklish.
Maybe after being tickled so much he was immune? Or Damien really was that bad at tickling.
“Just call the fight so it can be over with, Pip!” Wendy advised.
“Do you give up yet, puny mortal?” He beamed sadistically.
“Oh, please! Spare me!” Pip giggled, more amused than tickled.
Damien didn’t catch onto it at all and turned away from Pip to face everyone with a sharkish grin.
“You see that? That’s a warning to whoever I’m fighting next.”
Everyone knew that Pip let Damien win, that much was obvious, but the threat still made the other fighters shudder.
They had to find a way to keep Damien’s powers from letting him win automatically, although nobody really wanted to mess with the son of Satan to find out what might happen.
“That was great, Damien!” Pip chirped and stretched his hand out to Damien to shake.
Damien looked offended by Pip’s praise and pushed the shorter boy away.
“I don’t need your praise, filthy mortal!” He hissed.
“Oh, of course.” Pip said quickly, “my apologies.”
“That kid needs to be taken down a peg.” Craig mutters to the boys side of the group.
“Gah! This is unfair!” Tweek squawked back.
“He’s nothing without his powers.” Cartman said darkly. “Whoever is fighting that freak next just needs to render his satanic ways of cheating useless. And then the victory is all theirs for the taking.”
Everyone looked at Cartman uneasily. He was usually one for evil schemes, and who better to beat Damien at his own game than Eric Cartman?
Bebe cleared her throat on the stairs of Carman’s basement to gain the kids attention.
“We’ve decided that the winner in this fight is…Damien.” She announced.
That was no surprise. Pip was the only one clapping and cheering for Damien.
“We’ve also updated the tournament bracket.” Wendy said, as the bracket manager, “the next ones fighting will be…”
She paused for dramatic effect, before locking eyes with Bebe.
“Butters and Stan!” Bebe finished.
Stan breathed a small sigh of relief when he heard his opponent, but the blonde boy was practically shaking in his boots.
“Uh- F-Fellas- Why are we doing this again?” Butters projected to the room.
“We already went over this yesterday, Butters. We’re doing a tournament of tolerance, and instead of hurting each other we’ll just use tickling so we don’t get in trouble.” Kyle said righteously.
“I’m not sure that’s uh….” Butters said, but his voice was quickly wavering along with his confidence. “...Well, alright then. Good luck, Stan.”
Stan glanced at Butters and looked him up and down. “Uh yeah, good luck, man.”
A/N: This is the first of my series I'm making inspired by @dannystheone and their idea to do a South Park tickle fight tournament thing! I thought it would be a fun and easy summer project.
If you're still taking fic requests for South Park then please give Butters some wholesome tickles. He's so cute and he deserves to laugh and feel happy.
ughh of course!:( butters is so sweet he deserves some tickles
Since you’re taking requests (totally fine if not! <3), I have this little hc that Stan’s a bit chubby and kinda insecure abt it sometimes. Thought it would be sweet if Kyle tried cheering him up a bit? Just a fluffy idea, no pressure at all! Thank you! -👾
im gonna assume you're asking for a tickle fic, but ill do this for you!!! such a cute idea and i 100% agree with you about the headcanon. most boys ive seen on the football team have a bit of chub on them.
hi guys!! i realized that i wrote all of the main 4 as lees so far except for cartman so i decided to write a little something about him to show him some love lol <3 so here’s a small and fluffy lee cartman fic 💗
Lee Cartman / Ler Liane
Word Count: 1,982
Cartman’s mom finds out about her son’s superhero persona. But much to Cartman’s dismay, instead of finding it impressive and heroic, she finds it absolutely adorable.
((also i don't really remember the superhero timeline exactly, but i would say this takes place in between the 1st and 2nd episodes like right after they assembled the group
Eric Cartman stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, adjusting his superhero costume. He had called a last-minute Raccoon and Friends meeting and needed to quickly change into his heroic alter ego. By day, he was regular elementary student, Eric Cartman. But by night, he was the half-man half-raccoon superhero, The Raccoon.
The rest of the superhero team were already downstairs in the Raccoon and Friends’ lair, aka Cartman’s basement, waiting for him to start the meeting. All he needed to do was to go downstairs and join them. So after a final adjustment to his cape, he was ready to go.
Cartman rushed downstairs and turned the corner, stopping in the living room for a second when he noticed movement in the kitchen. His mom was standing at the stove, putting something that smelt sweet and delicious into the oven.
“Mom! I’m going down into the basement for super secret business, okay? Don’t come in!” He yelled to her.
“Huh? What was that, hun?” Liane turned around, suddenly gasping at the sight of her son. “Oh my,” she exclaimed, holding a hand up to her agape mouth. She saw her son standing there in the hallway, wearing what looked like an animal superhero costume of some sort.
He had on a dark-colored mask that covered the area around his eyes, a grey snout topped with a black nose sticking out where his regular nose was. He also had on a black jacket and pants, which contrasted from the red cape tied around his shoulders and white t-shirt underneath. Furry raccoon ears sat on the top of his chestnut-colored hair, matching the bushy tail peeking out from beneath his cape and the plastic claws strapped to his fingertips. Liane didn't really understand why he was wearing all this, but she did know that it was the cutest thing she’d ever seen.
Cartman was confused by his mom’s stunned reaction for a second, but then quickly remembered that she had never seen him as his Raccoon persona before. He watched as she eyed his outfit up and down, taking her silence as a chance to properly explain himself.
“Ah, I see that my appearance has surprised you. I didn’t realize that I haven’t told you before about my secret double life.” Clearing his throat, Cartman proudly went on to elaborate, “Well, anyways, it’s true: I am the masked superhero you’ve probably heard about in the news recently, The Raccoon. I know, I know, this might come off as a big shock, y’know, finding out the famous and totally epic Raccoon is your own son and all, but-”
“Oh my goodness, Eric! Don’t you just look adorable!” Liane interrupted, staring at her son endearingly.
“Yes, I- wait, what?” Cartman paused, watching in confusion as his mom slid off her oven mitts and rushed over, bending down to embrace her son in a giant hug. “Gah! Mom, what the hell!? Get off me!” Cartman yelled out as his mom held him tightly in her arms, slowly rocking him back and forth.
Liane pulled back, staring at him lovingly. “Aww, look at you, Eric! I didn’t know you were playing dress up today! You look so cute in your little costume!” She gushed, reaching out to adjust one of Cartman's raccoon ears and play with the fluffy tail sticking out from under his cape.
He swiped his tail away from her, a blush slowly lighting up his face. “Meeem! I’m not cute! I’m super badass and keewwl!” He whined. “Haven’t you ever heard of The Raccoon before!? I’m like, totally all over the news!” He questioned her, astonished that she didn't recognize his hero persona.
“Sorry, hun, I’m afraid I haven’t. Hold on though, I’ve got to get a photo of you in your little outfit!” Ms. Cartman smiled as she fished around in her jeans pocket for her phone.
Cartman groaned. “Fine, just hurry up! I got everyone downstairs waiting on me!” His mom got out her phone, Cartman sighing before striking a super cool hero pose as the camera clicked. “There! You done yet?” He said crossing his arms.
His mom glanced up, giving him an affectionate smile before wrapping her arms back around him in another hug, cuddling his head against her chest. Cartman groaned loudly and rolled his eyes. He could act annoyed all he wanted, but he couldn't ignore that deep down, he secretly enjoyed and appreciated the love and attention she gave him. Cartman closed his eyes and slowly wrapped an arm around her, letting his mom hug him for one more moment.
Well okay, now it was just too long. “Okay, mom, you can let go of me already! I- EHEE!” Cartman let out a shrill squeal as his mom suddenly brought her hands up to cup his cheeks, leaning in to nuzzle and pepper the sides of his face with kisses.
“Ehey! Mohohom, knohock ihit ohoff!” Cartman whined, fighting desperately to bite back giggles but failing. His hands shot up to grab at her wrists, his claws luckily being angled up so they didn’t dig into her skin.
Liane leaned back, a sly but adoring smile on her lips. “Aw, is my little snookums still ticklish?” She cooed sweetly as she lovingly skritched a finger under Cartman’s chin making his cheeks burn.
“Whahat! N-No! Ticklish? I’m not ticklish! But you better still knock it oHOHOHOFF!” Cartman stammered angrily before bursting into another fit of giggles as his mother’s fingers skipped down to playfully flutter against his sides. “Mohohom, yohou fuhuckihing- hehehe- quhihit ihit!” He pushed weakly at her shoulders, letting out a squeal as fingers ran over his tummy.
“Aw, how adorable! You’re still just as ticklish as when you were an itty bitty little toddler!” Liane giggled, making Cartman’s face turn red under his mask.
“Mohohm! Shuhut uhup!” He closed his eyes, so embarrassed that he couldn’t even look at her anymore.
But Liane just kept going, lightly scribbling fingers over his sides and stomach making him thrash against her and break out into snorts. Her face lit up at the sound. “Aw, Eric, do you remember when you were really young and used to beg me to tickle you? Oh, you were just the sweetest little thing!” She smiled to herself as she thought back fondly on memories of her son as a toddler.
“Gohoddahamnit, mohohom! Fuhucking stohop ahalreheady!” Cartman huffed and tried to squirm out of her grasp.
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“What the hell is taking him so long?” Human Kite protested from his seat at the table in the Raccoon and Friends lair.
“I don’t know, this meeting was supposed to start ten minutes ago,” Mysterion added, equally annoyed.
“How can you be late for a meeting at your own house?” Tupperware asked rhetorically.
Toolshed sighed, “Typical Cartman.” The heroes looked around at each other, trying to decide what to do.
“Maybe someone should go check on him,” Mosquito suggested. Everyone exchanged wary glances.
“Okay, who wants to-“ Mysterion started to speak, getting cut off as everyone else started saying “not it.” He tried to join in, but it was obvious that he was the last person that spoke.
“Looks like you’re it, Mysterion!” Mint-Berry Crunch pointed out cheerfully.
“Fuck!” The vigilante cursed as he slammed his fists on the table. “Goddamnit. Fuck you guys,” he grumbled as he backed out of his chair and made his way up the basement steps. He opened the door and closed it behind him, immediately pausing at the scene unfolding in front of him.
Cartman was standing in the living room, his mom knelt down next to him. His eyes were squeezed shut as loud laughter poured from his mouth, Ms. Cartman cooing softly and smothering him with tickles. His raccoon headband was tilted slightly on his head and he had what looked like faint lipstick marks on his cheeks.
Mysterion crossed his arms and quietly watched. He tried to desperately fight back the soft, fuzzy feelings suddenly emerging inside him as Cartman’s ugly, snort-filled laughter filled the room. He did his best to remain unmoved, but it was an admittedly cute sight to watch.
Eric Cartman, the kid who always tried his hardest to constantly be seen as an unstoppable force of evil who could easily torment and manipulate whoever he chooses, was being reduced to a giggly and squirming mess right in front of him. It was truly an amazing sight. Especially when Cartman was wearing that dumb, furry outfit that he always insisted looked cool. Mysterion swore he could see his little raccoon tail wagging if he squinted hard enough, but he knew that was just in his imagination.
The vigilante waited a little longer to see if the two would notice him standing there, but they never did. But to both of the boys' relieves, Ms. Cartman ended up stopping soon after a final loving squeeze to her son’s sides.
“Jesus Christ, woman! What the hell’s wrong with you!” Cartman took a step back from her as soon as she stopped, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon. He grumbled something unintelligible as he reached up to fix his mask and adjust his headband.
His mom smiled sadly, leaning closer to affectionately squish his red-tinted cheeks. “Aw, I’m sorry, sweetums! You’re just so cute I couldn’t help it!” She didn’t sound all that sorry.
Cartman groaned loudly, ripping her hands away. “Goddamnit, mom! Stop calling me ‘cute’ already! I’m not ‘effing cute, I’m badass and cool!”
Mysterion finally decided to intervene. “You done giggling over there? We're all downstairs waiting on you,” He cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow at the Cartmans as they gasped and looked over at him.
“Wh- Ey! Shut up, Mysterion! At least my mom loves me unlike your piece of shit mom!” Cartman barked, getting a threatening “hey!” from the vigilante in response.
Ms. Cartman however looked a little star-struck. “Oh my goodness! Wait a second, that’s Mysterion? I’ve seen him all over on the news! I didn’t know he was one of your little friends, Eric!”
Cartman’s jaw dropped as he whipped around to face his mom. “What!? Mom, are you shitting me right now? You recognize butt-fucking Mysterion but you’ve never heard of The Raccoon? But I’m like, way cooler than him!”
“Nope! I’m sorry, hun!” Liane shrugged.
“Goddamnit, mom!” Cartman brought a hand to his forehead in annoyance.
Mysterion just chuckled smugly. “Hurry up, fatass, we don’t have all day. Meet us downstairs in five or we’re all leaving. Oh and, uh, you might wanna look in a mirror. You got a little something all over... here," he suggested, vaguely gesturing to the lipstick marks on Cartman’s cheeks. Cartman tapped and felt his face, confused.
Mysterion went to head back downstairs but paused briefly, turning around. “And also, uh. Sorry for the interruption, Ms. Cartman. Thanks for letting us use your home as our base,” he gave a small, awkward wave before opening the door to the basement. He knew Cartman's mom probably wasn't the best person, but he still had some respect for her. He didn't know how the hell she put up with having that little shit as her son without ripping her own hair out. Plus her baking was absolutely amazing.
"Of course, hun! Let me know if you or the rest of Eric's little friends need anything, okay?" Ms. Cartman waved back warmly. "I have some cookies that should be done soon!" She raised her voice, talking to the open basement door. A small chorus of gasps and cheers could be heard from the bottom of the stairs at the mention of her famous snacks.
"Thanks," Mysterion turned around and shut the door behind him.
“So uh, where is he, Kenny?” Toolshed asked as Mysterion made his way downstairs, noticing Cartman wasn't with him.
I’m still dreading this episode,,, buuuuuttt here.
I haven’t drawn anything with tickling in a long time now 🥲 I miss it so much yet feel like I don’t get any time to do this kinda stuff anymore since I’ve been occupied with other things
i think cartman might have been born a crack baby. his mom has a huge crack problem and its obviously shown throughout the series, but some of the symptoms of kids born crack babies is learning disabilities and difficulty with behavior and emotional regulation. thats basically cartman, but to an extreme.
i understand he was the one who started crack baby basketball which i think is really funny if my headcanons is correct.
omg im so excited these make me really happy! ill base this offa my friends who've been tickling me a lot lately(◕ᴗ◕✿)
❤ my most ticklish spot is probably my knees or waist
🧡 favorite spot on a lee is their back or ribs, and my favorite spot is my neck
💛 i am a ler leaning switch ! :)
💚 this is difficult... i only like gentle tickles with my girlfriend if we're cuddling, but rough tickles are more fun to me
💙 bed time tickles. you are NOT tickling me in the morning dog😭
💜 ooh, this is difficult. my dad used to give me raspberries with his scratchy beard when i was little and it tickled really bad. i don't like the idea of someone nibbling me tho...
🤎 vocal teases! my friends goes "immm gonnnna getcha!" when they're following behind me and it makes me scream and giggle
🩶 fingers. i've never been tickled with a feather but idk if i'd feel anything
🤍 i'd say i'm a 8/10. there are definitely people more ticklish than me, but the difference is that i don't actively try to get away so i appear less ticklish. like no i just don't wanna discourage you :(
🩷 shy ler, shy lee. I'm not exactly a 'shy person' irl, but when it comes to tickling im shy.
ok ik nobody read that but it made me happy so idc ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧
