#ghost tickles

[comfytickles]

Who ya gonna call?

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[mushyblushyredhead]

Day 27: Ghost 🎃

Beware of mischievous spirits who love to tickle drifters in the Ghost Zone! (⌯^𖥦^⌯)

[silverclaw23]

Had to finish with something wholesome~

Thank you to everyone for the support during this Milestone challenge. athese last few months have been crazy so finding time to get it done was a pain. I do have one more of these planned with one Ler going after different victims~ when i do that is a different story, but i want to do some personal art in the mean time.

Also i want to give a special shout out to @xavitron883 They helped me come up with most of the poses for these and without their help i would have struggled BIG TIME!

[madison-funhouse]

My Ler is a... Ghost!?

⚠️ This is a tickle fic! A playful story of a man who's come home from work to something quite different than what he's used to ⚠️

Lee: Lee, of course

Ler: A playful ghost

Lee had just come home after a long, exhausting day at work. The moment he stepped through the door, he kicked off his shoes and sighed, sinking into his couch. It was a quiet evening, just the way he liked it after a chaotic day in the office. He set his briefcase down, rubbed his tired eyes, and walked into his bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

But something felt... off.

The room was cold. Not just the usual chilly air from the drafty window, but a strange, sudden chill that made the hairs on his neck stand on end. The lights flickered above, and he shivered as a soft whisper seemed to echo through the room. Lee frowned. Was it the wind? Or... something else?

Before he could investigate further, a light, playful poke landed on his ribs. He flinched and whipped around, eyes wide, but no one was there.

"Who's there?" he called, his voice trembling slightly. His heart raced.

Another poke, this time on his side, just below his ribs. Lee jumped and spun again, but there was still no one in sight. His pulse quickened. Okay, this is either a prank, or... He glanced at the door, half-expecting someone to step out from behind it.

But there was no one.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Alright, I must be losing it," he muttered. "No one’s here."

Suddenly, the tickling sensation returned—this time, a gentle, yet persistent prod on the bottom of his feet. Lee gasped, pulling his feet up onto the bed instinctively. "Gaha!! What in the world?" he exclaimed, his heart hammering in his chest.

As he sat there, trying to make sense of it all, he felt a soft, cold breath on his neck. A shiver ran down his spine. And then—there it was again—a light tickle on his stomach.

It wasn’t a prank. And it wasn’t just his imagination.

"Who's doing this?" he demanded, but his voice had a nervous edge. "I don’t want any trouble. If you're here to mess with me, you’re gonna have to—" His words were interrupted by another burst of ticklish sensations, this time along his sides.

"Ahahha hehehey!!"

He squealed in surprise, trying to dodge the invisible fingers. The sensation was odd, almost soothing in its playfulness, but it was also unsettling. He was definitely not imagining this. As the tickling continued, his anxiety slowly began to ebb, replaced by the bizarre sensation of a weird, reluctant enjoyment.

“Okahahay!” he laughed, his defenses crumbling. "That's enohuhough!! Plehehehehease!"

But the ghost wasn’t listening. The tickling became more persistent, gentle yet relentless—poking, prodding, and tickling in all the right places. It was as if the ghost was trying to tease him, to get him to laugh. Lee couldn’t help it. Despite the fear in his chest, he burst into laughter, the tension leaving his body in waves.

"Nahahaha I cahahan't!!" he gasped, squirming and wriggling on the bed, trying to escape the playful, invisible fingers.

The ghost seemed to pause, as if waiting for a response. Lee, catching his breath, had to admit he was... enjoying this. It’s kind of fun, he thought, as weird as it is.

“Alright, alrihihihight, you’ve had your fuhuhun,” he said between laughs, trying to get a grip on himself. “I guess... I guess you're not so bad after all.”

The tickling stopped. And for a moment, everything was still.

Then, unexpectedly, a soft chuckle filled the room, light and airy, like a playful whisper in the air. Lee shivered once more—but this time, it was more out of curiosity than fear.

“Well,” he said, grinning at the odd sensation of being tickled by a ghost, “I guess we’re friends now, huh?”

The ghost didn’t respond verbally, but there was a warmth to the air around him, a playful energy that made Lee smile, even as he wiped away the tears of laughter from his eyes. And from that night on, every time Lee came home from work, the ghost was there, waiting for him to enjoy another round of playful tickles.

In the end, he found that sometimes a little laughter was the best way to chase away the worries of the world. And if that came with a ghostly tickle here and there, well, that was just the bonus.

[bimobuddy]

I don't have the energy to write a full fic but I still have ideas to share

Younger Ford hunting ghosts with Fiddleford only he can't see them and doesn't know they're there until he feels skittering fingers up and down his ribs, immediately dropping to his knees a fit of giggles, startling Fiddleford. It takes a while for McGucket to chase them off by tossing salt at them (he brought it because he's scared of ghosts)

Years later after Ford's return, he and Stan happen to be in the same area for something when he feels a familiar set of hands skitter down his ribs and squeeze at his sides, and once again he drops to his knees (his legs always give out first) with a shout of "Not agahain!" while clutching his sides

Stan briefly freaks out before he realizes Ford's being tickled, not possessed. Instead of helping like Fiddleford had all those years ago, he just starts giving the ghosts hints on where to strike next, just generally tormenting his brother, who's now on his back and kicking his feet against the ground, laughing helplessly and shouting swears at Stan.

After the ghosts finally let up and Ford's lying there panting, he catches a glimpse of Stan's shit eating grin before saying, "He's just as bad if you get his hips," and now suddenly Stan is stumbling back before he drops, cursing Ford out, trying to play the 'I'm just an old man' card, but nothings working, and now it's Ford's turn to be a menace

I just really like the idea that despite their falling out, despite being separated for 30 years, and despite being in their late 50s they still can't help but be brothers and bother each other

[thebest-medicine]

Ooo I haven't heard of Danny Phantom in YEARS maybe for the sentence starter could we get 11. “Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?” with lee!Danny and ler!Valerie?

Prompt 11 - "Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?"

A/N: Ahhh used to love this show. Just watched a recap on youtube and ended up on the wiki page looking up the Fenton Tower floorplans lol for this little drabble. Love it. Hope you enjoy!

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Shifting back to his human form, Danny breathed a sigh of relief in his living room. He wasn’t too late for his plans with Valerie. He hadn’t expected the box ghost to put up so much trouble before being captured, and the hour was cutting close. He glanced at the clock, shoot, actually, he was 4 minutes late. He grabbed for the door handle and stepped out into the hall quickly. Right into Valerie’s closed hand that was raised to knock. She smacked it right into his chest.

“Oh! Hey, Danny!” She pulled back with a grin.

“Ah!” He jumped. “Hey! Val! Valerie! Val my pal! You’re in my house..” He observed. “What’s- what’s up?”

“Yeah… your mom let me in, said you were up in your room so I figured I would....” She looked at him skeptically. “Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?” 

“Wha- nervous? W-Who’s nervous?” He stuttered nervously before faking a casual smile. He stepped around her and started down the stairs to the living room.

Valerie followed, taking his wrist at the bottom of the stairs. She squinted her eyes, giving him a slow once-over. “Are you…?”

Danny maintained what he hoped was a casual smile. A bead of sweat dripped slowly down from his hairline. 

“...Ticklish or something?” Valerie asked, smirking at him as she prodded into his stomach. 

Taken aback, but relieved that she wasn’t onto his real secret, he squirmed backwards with a surprised giggle. “Shoot– wait! Ah- no no nohohohoho!” 

“What do you mean no? It definitely seems like you’re ticklish, Fenton.” She teased. “Do you need more evidence?” 

Stumbling sideways onto the couch, Danny laughed even louder, allowing himself to give in a bit as he struggled underneath the prodding and wiggling fingers of his friend, maybe soon…girlfriend? Valerie followed him down, climbing halfway into his lap before she even realized what she was doing. It was nice to see him smile.

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[read this & further danny phantom drabbles on ao3]

[fluffomatic]

Been thinking bout @shyticklemonster 's ghost Sebastian! Specially after they finished the comic with him~ Figured my lovely angel Anna would enjoy tickling this fun little ghostie! She would find ghosts so freaking fascinating

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[bigdumbtickler03]

if you tickled Papa Nihil, would he just laugh or would he disintegrate into a pile of bones and die? 🤔