Heyyy wanted to ask about Antonio and Hermit tickles.
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Antonio! (Violinist)
A. Aftercare? He'll cradle the lee in his arms and make sure they're all right, even using his hair to support them.
C. As the one being chased, He's quite fast, even with his stitched together limbs and his hair working pretty well for defense against terrible tickles. As the chaser, He fucking sings about how he's going to get the lee, make sweet music with their voice, rather silly but affectionate too. If he's feeling particularly devious, he will use nicknames that get a rise out of the lee.
D. The belly and the ears, which you'd think wouldn't be as ticklish when usually surrounded by hair, but they are.
F. Quite eager to rough-house if in private company, though that comes with the risk of stitches tearing or ripping. The kind to straddle and make good use of his hair to tie down the lee or even tickle with, for it's quite soft.
Alva (Hermit)
A. While I'm not too familiar with him, I would assume he'd ask the lee if they're all right and fetch them a glass of water, sit with them till they calm down.
C. You're fucked if you're a lee, man has electric powers, He can fine tune them enough to send tickly lil shocks at a distane and take down a lee that way, Not much running involved unless he's feeling a particular way. Him as the chase-ee He'll zoom pretty quickly, being he tickler is one thing, being a ticklee is another for him, a little embarassing (Insert image of Luca terrorizing him here)
D. If I had to guess, General torso area and Hips, Maybe his back around about the spinal area. The amount of static electricity he left behind when Luca just, grabbed his sides and zapped was crazy.
F. He's a tough one to pin down, due to the electrical stuff, He can essentially mess with the nerves of somebody and make em drop. Being a tall bastard helps too, with terribly spidering fingers delievering very gentle sparks of zippy zaps to the lee. He's a flailer if pinned down though.
For the tickle fight ask meme, may I request Aesop and Joseph from idv?
Ofc and here is my answer;
Aesop usually comes out the victor! Lemme boil it down here, right;
Tickle fights tend to be one-sided unless Aesop is in a very particular mood for it. He, generally, is averse to touch regardless, not even very cuddly (I imagine hand-holding would probably be his default if he Had to). Assuming this is in a shipping context (valid and fair), Joseph has a level of respect for that and wouldn't push his luck.
They're both more comfortable if Joseph is the one getting destroyed! Even if he acts like a little diva about it afterwards, as is his wont.
a ticklefic about orpheus from idv! also features villainous charm, and peppered with headcanons about their relationship.
Orpheus sighed. Yet another day spent in this old manor, nothing but the creaking of settling wood and whispers of distant wind to keep him company. From where he was seated at the old writing desk he stretched, giving a groan of relief as his back cracked satisfyingly.
Though he wasn’t much closer to an answer, he gathered up today’s work- a written profile of Emma Woods, the Gardener- and tiredly stowed it in a folder. Sure, he’d been here for hours- but he had more to get done before he could go to bed.
Noting how dark it had become, he turned to the window- had he closed the curtains? No..
Squinting outside, he realized that night had long since fallen. The old grandfather clock ticked away, almost scolding him as it displayed the time. One a.m.
Jesus.
But he remained determined. Though it was late, he wanted to go down a new hallway- one that he had investigated only once before, around midnight. It seemed that the door there was somehow rigged to only unlock once the clock hit 12, and due to how often he fainted mid-evening only to wake up with new memories in the morning.. it left him very little time to explore properly. But he’d been careful today, only sitting at the desk and avoiding the thoughts and memories (or lack thereof) that made him woozy.
As he lit his lantern, he felt eyes watching him- but turning, there was no one there. No one but his own shadow, dancing on the wall as if to ask him whether he was a child scared by such a simple thing.
“Fuck off.”
Though it served no real purpose, scolding his shadow did soothe him- like a mother telling off a chair after her child ran into it. Something silly, to calm his nerves.
As he exited the room, he failed to notice the button-eyes in his shadow, curved at the edges with a hidden amusement.
Trekking across the hall, and into an adjacent one, Orpheus took a deep breath. Somehow, this hallway seemed much longer at night than it had during the day.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Steeling his nerves, the detective began the trek towards the door at the end.
There was a whoosh close to his ear, and he spun to face it, heart hammering in his chest.
“.. Hello?”
Nothing. He shuddered, a tingle running down his spine as his fear began to peak- for a moment, he’d swear he could hear that phantom heartbeat that he’d so often listened to during his investigations.
“Nothing. Don’t be silly, Orpheus. God sakes.”
Somehow, talking out loud helped. He turned his lantern back around and looked ahead.
But in the corner of his eye, he noticed- something off.
Looking to the wall on his left, he realized that his shadow was still there. Even after he had turned back, the lantern should’ve been casting it behind him- but no, clear as day, his shadow was still on the wall. He pushed his light forward, trying to make it move- and though it mirrored his action, it was as though the light was behind him.
“What the hell..?”
Reaching out slowly, he only stopped a few inches before his fingers would brush the wall. The scar on his hand seemed to pulse, as if he could feel his heartbeat pushing blood through the veins there.
But he hadn’t come this far to chicken out now. Least of all over some silly shadow.
When he reached out and touched its face, he almost immediately pulled back, yelping and grabbing at his own face- it was as though someone had touched him at the exact same time. As if he could.. feel it.
He watched it for a moment, feeling eyes on him in return. It didn’t move, behaving just as a shadow should…
Reaching out again, he pushed the wall at its shoulder. He could feel a hand on his own shoulder, fingertips grazing his skin as lightly as he touched the wall.
And he pulled back again.
This was… new. But not particularly scary. Of all the things he had learned about the horrors here, his best guess was that this was a simple hallucination- sleepless nights and stress were easy causes for such a thing.
Though he turned away and shook his head, he couldn’t drive away the feeling that he was being watched.
Continuing down the hall- because he’d be damned if he let a sleep-deprivation induced fantasy stop him from his mission- he ignored the way his shadow seemed to flicker between his left and right- as if it were taunting him, messing with his head by appearing as close to his lantern as it could. Something told him that he should not let it go out, and he hesitated before turning the dial to make it brighter.
Inky blackness against a faded wallpaper, unfading. He continued to ignore it as he walked, but the hallway stretched on.. And on…
And on. What the hell?
When he looked back, he couldn’t even see the corridor he had come from. It was as though it stretched on in the same hallway for infinity.
“What.. No, that’s.. That’s not right.”
“You don’t say?”
The rasping voice, so close to his ear he could feel the cool breath, made him nearly leap out of his skin- he dropped the lantern, and its wild spinning cast all the shadows in an erratic dance around him.
“Who’s there! You’re- this is- private property!”
Quiet laughter was the only answer, echoing from all around him. The lantern finally went still, allowing him to crouch down and pick it up to swing around in a circle to try and find where this person was.
But the only other figure was his own shadow, still infuriatingly in the wrong place. Against all logic. He stared at it a bit closer, leaning in as he squinted- something was off, the outline was just barely different..
When eyes suddenly popped open, glowing brightly in the shape of buttons, he nearly leapt out of his skin as he stumbled back. The shadow’s hand raised, giving a small wave and wiggling its fingers at him as a wide smile split across it- also glowing, though this one was defined by shadowy stitches. The entire face was mostly silhouette, but he still knew that it was staring right at him, its smirk seeming almost taunting.
“What.. Are you?”
“How rude.”
He shuddered at the voice- now realizing its familiarity was from the fact that it almost sounded like his own.. But distorted, with pitches that harmonized between a mix of high and low. The creature chuckled, then mirrored his pose again- Orpheus jolted, his entire body seeming to fall asleep for half a second before waking back up.
“What are you- ah!”
The shadow clenched his fist- his fist. Its fist mirrored his own, and as it slowly raised in the air, so did Orpheus’.
“Let- let go! What are you doing??”
Though he pulled with the entire rest of his body, his hand remained frozen above his head- even going limp and letting his legs sag had no effect. It was as though his fist was suspended mid-air.
The shadow raised its other hand, grinning at him- but it seemed only his fist was stuck in the air. His own opposing hand went to pull on it desperately as the shadow shifted, and he couldn’t quite tell what it was doing until he felt a hand settle on his side.
He went pale, feeling the tips of claws against his bare skin. Was it going to rip him open? Stab into him, make him bleed? His skin felt like it was electrified, tingling with fear and anticipation all at once before-
A gasp. It had dragged across his torso, going across his stomach and squeezing his opposite side. His arm- not the one in the air- immediately clamped down, trying to get rid of the feeling. Was this some kind of sick joke? A way to taunt him before his death?
Feeling the claws scratching lazily in place, he had to push down a wobbly grin, instead opting to grimace angrily and barking out his words with only the slightest tremble.
“Well, get on with it! If you’re going to kill me, just do it!”
It paused for a moment. He held his breath as its shoulders drooped slightly.
The hand returned to his exposed side, squeezing repeatedly before claws danced up and down his ribs- ohh, this was some cruel joke. He knew it. Puffing out his cheeks in an effort to stay silent, he pulled up on his arm, raising into the air for a few brief seconds before collapsing down again and lowering his head as the ticklish sensations grew.
“.. Give us a smile, Orpheus!”
The voice, so close to his ear. Lips brushed against it, only making him shiver more- and suddenly his other hand rose unbidden, leaving him completely exposed as the shadow seemed to laugh at him.
His face reddened. This was.. Unusual. Cruel, unusual. He didn’t know how to classify it- couldn’t think after he felt more hands dancing across his torso, tweaking his ribs and scribbling in his underarms. Between all the sensations- and though he kicked and lifted himself up, trying to find traction to escape- that wobbly smile made its way onto his face. He had to bite his lip to hold back giggles now, twisting this way and that to try and throw the hands off- but no matter what he did, they seemed to be able to grasp at him with ease.
“Kitchy-kitchy kooo… C’mon, you grump, give us a laugh! Let’s hear it!”
“Nngh.. No…”
He shuddered at a new sensation- hot breath at his neck before the feeling of claws tickled at his chin teasingly. His lip threatened to give, and he squeezed his eyes shut to try and block it all out…
But he failed, spectacularly, as the amount of hands doubled. There was now a hand for each side, each set of ribs, each underarm- and two for his stomach, kneading and squeezing and poking all over. He burst into laughter at this, the sound stuttering in-between protests that he could barely voice.
“LAHAHA-LEHET MEHEE GO! THIS IS RIDIHIHICULOUS!”
“Duh.”
As teeth nipped around his neck, something soft fluttered about his ears- he let out a loud shriek, throwing his head back to try and escape as he howled with laughter. The shadow laughed with him, seeming rather pleased with itself at his hysterics.
“There we are! A proper laugh. That wasn’t so hard.”
“Why- why are yohou doing this??”
The shadow shrugged, seeming to peel off the wall and taking a proper form- it was a perfect mirror of himself, but.. Wrong. Purple skin, red coat, and button eyes…
As it leaned closer to him, the hands let up for a moment, resting on his skin for the moment as he gasped for breath. Through blurry eyes, he stared at the creature, trying to understand what it was.
“You needed more of a laugh. I’ve watched you mope around for months now. Not a single smile.”
He shuddered slightly, the smile that still tugged at his lips getting bitten as he tried to calm down- to no avail, as fingers drummed at his ribs again to keep him squirming.
“It’s not- this is- this is insane!”
“Bah, this whole.. Endeavor is. Insane, that is.”
It spoke haltingly, waving a hand at him dismissively.
“It wouldn’t kill you to… Relax, now and then.”
“But.. But why?”
It went still, then turned back to tilt its head at him.
“Rogues move like rogues do, and act like them too.”
“Whahat?”
“Why is it so hard to enjoy yourself? You’re so stubborn. So curious.”
It leaned closer, and he shuddered and cringed back as its hand tipped his chin up.
“Just enjoy it. You’ll wake up and forget anyway. Probably.”
Orpheus shivered as the hands slowly started back- kneading and clawing and squeezing every ticklish spot on his body as he once again succumbed to laughter.
With a start, he fell backwards, chair clattering to the floor. He was.. In the bedroom, his bedroom, sitting at the desk?
Looking at the window, he could see that the sun was already high in the sky. The clock read two thirty p.m.
Had it been a dream? He shivered, getting to his feet and running a hand through his hair. Casting a glance behind him, he stared at his shadow- but it was normal, unmoving, and certainly didn’t have glowing eyes.
But as he rubbed his stomach, still trying to get rid of the tingling sensation of lingering claws, he noticed that his hand- the one with the scar- was slowly fading from where it had been.. Purple.
Starts out being uninterested in such childish games, maybe a lil huff or two...until-
Silly Silly man who I love very much, gets a lil twinkle in his eye and a grin when he's lering, tail wags too, a funky swish swish.
Does he do it in matches? Depends on which survivors have been enlisted for the match at the time, since some reciprocate tickles better than others.
Hams up the Evil part of his Evil Reptillian name when chasing folk, making a game and a preformance out of it.
He is capable of being flirty with it in a teasing sense, remarking on sensitivity of certains spots. Other times He's just sweet, makes use of what he knows bout other people to effect em more tickle teasing wise.
Tickle tools of his would be his claws, his tail..and his scratchy scratchy beard. Can't exactly preform rasberries very well, so beard works while nuzzling a poor sensitive belly.
He's unaware he does that cat wiggle thing a little bit when he's found a target.
Course he'll claim his numerous tickle attacks are done in the name of "research" and "experimentation"
Lee Mode!
He's not one to broadcast that he's in a lee mood openly, it's mostly seen in body language of his, adjusting the way he's sitting or being purposely annoying to get someone to get him. His tail will twitch more and he'll scratch his side, act like a menace moreso than the usual.
More of a snickering lee than a giggly one, with a snort or a guffaw of a laugh, maybe a cackle too. Bit of a wriggler too, which makes it a bit harder for any survivors wanting to get him good.
Poor bastard has to deal with shedding so that itches like hell, at times tickles too when removing shed, especially if he needs another pair of hands to help.
Notable sensitive spots are: His shoulders, Neck/Chin, Stomach, Hips, Feets, Base of his tail (Where it meets his back), Middle of his back, like up the spine and Underarms.
Tickles to his chin and neck may yield not only snickering, but happy lizard rumbles cuz it feels nice. Like a purr.
He will absolutely wrestle with the ler, rolling around and trying to tickle back.
Survivor!Luchino
Ler Mode!
Feigns ignorance about someone being ticklish, poking and prodding them repeatedly while acting innocent and sweet.
Similar to his hunter side, He's more open about experimentation and studies with tickles, still playful with it but more analytical.
Has this chill :3 smile when getting someone good, his touch gentle.
Will openly go after the hunters to ler them despite the sheer height and power difference, He fears nothing.
Gremlin energy, absolutely lil shit vibes with a sweet face.
Lee Mode!
Giggly nerd with lil snorts and huffs, very wiggly and squirmy.
Will make notes about his own sensitivity, then share with fellow scholar survivor to compare notes.
You know that one gif of the kitten getting go and putting their lil paws up in the air? That's him, with :3 face.
Notable spots being his belly, neck, chin, hips, back, same as Luchino minus tail.
May I request Naib for the alphabet meme for b, d, e, g, and j?
((Might be slightly OOC, sorry))
B | Bondage: Man's is grumpy about being tied down, He will scowl the entire time. Being tied down is an afront to his ability to go absolute zoomies
D | Death Spot: Either the middle of his back or just under his ribs. Makes him fold and curl up like a hedgehog
E | Expression: He's either going to outright ask for it in a very blunt manner or do it in a hella grumpy manner.
G | Gentle: "What is this? Affection?!" Startling at first but, He warms up to it. It's welcoming compared to the more torturous aspects of tickles.
J | Joy: Perhaps the high energy nature of it? Especially with tickle fights. It's a battle, And he's damned sure he's going to win it.
Open for ABC tickles! Aka tickly Alphabet
Some character’s I have already covered so, be sure to use the search on my blog to find them.
Fandoms:
Hazbin Hotel (Hyper-focused)
Helluva Boss
Poppy Playtime
Welcome Home (Hyper-focused)
Identity V (Hunters mainly but some survivors too) (Hyper-focused)
Centaur-World (Hyper-focused)
Spider-Verse (Seen both)
Godzilla (Hyper-focused)
Rise of the TMNT (Mainly the villains) (Hyper-focused)
