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DUUUDE I FORGOT I DID THIS LEE BILL DRAWING LIKE LAST YEAR (before I got the book I think)
I was sooo lazy to draw a hand here so I just doodled it cartooney, how silly
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DUUUDE I FORGOT I DID THIS LEE BILL DRAWING LIKE LAST YEAR (before I got the book I think)
I was sooo lazy to draw a hand here so I just doodled it cartooney, how silly
Routine Checkup
wow this is my first tk fic in?? 3 years?? blows away dust from my blog
this fic and my blog are STRICTLY sfw. fetishists begone I hate you
ler!Ford, lee!Bill
3.3k words
Ford is doing a routine checkup on Bill now that he's human. However, a discovery gets them both a little distracted.
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Being human is difficult.
Now, Bill had been in a human body before, he was no stranger to their softness and their fragility. But he was in no way prepared to feel any of that softness for himself.
It was beyond frustrating to not have his powers, but it was even worse that this useless bag of bones couldn't even perform basic tasks. While possessing a body he had full control over its every action, but now his fine motor skills were almost non-existent. His fingers refused to bend to his will. He could barely lift anything without his arms shaking. And don't even get him started on depth perception.
But emotions were his least favorite part of being human. He never realized just how physical human emotions were. Anger is no longer just anger, but a burning in his chest, flushing in his cheeks, tense muscles.
Crying was his least favorite symptom of human emotions; the overwhelming heartache, the shaking and heaving, the leaking from his eyes and nose. All of it was terrible.
It was all almost too much at times.
That part was confusing too. The way his body managed to simultaneously get overwhelmed by too many sensory inputs, and also crave sensory input more than anything was driving him up a wall.
Bill's thoughts were brought to an abrupt stop by a loud knock on the door. He nearly jumped out of his skin. He wished he actually had, but unfortunately it clung to him. He scrambled to a more “natural” position, trying to look like he wasn't just balling his eyes out.
He had perched himself on the top of a tall bookshelf in one of the back rooms of the shack, not unlike a cat. He had his knees to his chest, and his face buried in his knees, but quickly repositioned himself.
The door creaked open without another knock or warning. Stanford stood in the doorway, scanning the room for a second for Bill before spotting him in the corner.
“Get down from there,” Ford said, gesturing with his hand. Bill sighed loudly and dramatically. He used his hands as leverage and carefully climbed down the shelf. He landed on the floor with a small thump.
Ford turned and walked out of the room, holding the door open expectantly for Bill. He meandered behind him, slouching as he followed him. Ford led them both out of the room and through the house, Bill knew where they were going, they had done this 100 times before since he became human.
He couldn't say he was too surprised, Ford has always been paranoid. He had lived in the Mystery Shack for months now, and almost everyone had gotten used to him being around by now. He used to stop conversations dead in their tracks just by entering a room, but now no one hardly notices him at all. He liked it better that way; it made him feel uncomfortable and uneasy when everyone would turn to stare at him, and although not being noticed at all also doesn't feel great, it's much preferred to the terrible feeling of being perceived.
So for the past few months that he's been there, Ford made it a routine to conduct what he called “weekly vitals assessments.” Bill hated them. Every week Ford would rip him away from whatever he was doing to lock him up in some other room for an hour and poke and prod at him. They used to exclusively be done in the basement laboratory, but eventually Ford got comfortable enough with Bill being in the house that they moved to one of the spare rooms on the main floor.
Ford opened the door and the pair walked in. He blindly pawed at the wall for a second before he found the light switch. The small room buzzed to life with a yellow hue. Ford closed the door behind them.
Bill walked all the way into the room and took a seat on the couch against the wall. Ford walked ominously toward him with a clipboard in hand. He paused in front of Bill, staring down at his notes with a furrowed brow. Bill didn't like the way he towered over him in this position.
“Do we really have to do this?” Bill asked.
“Yes.” Ford answered quickly, setting his clipboard on the couch next to Bill.
Bill's eyes were glued to the floor. He lifted his legs up a little so he cohld dangle them back and forth off the couch. His heels clashed against the base of the couch harsher than Ford was comfortable with, but he said nothing.
He took Bill's arm in his hand, pulling it straight. Bill's face scrunched up in discomfort as Ford wrapped a large hand around his thin forearm, with his other hand he placed a couple of fingers over his radial vein. They waited in silence for a few seconds before Ford retracted himself, picking back up his clipboard and writing something down. “Heart rate is a little high, but within normal range…” he mumbled to himself. He looked up from his clipboard and set it and his pen on the nearby desk.
“Lie down,” he said.
Bill threw his head back with an exasperated guttural noise.
“I won't take long,” Ford reassured. “It will be even quicker if you cooperate,” There was a hint of a tease in that last sentence that made Bill huff.
He rolled his eye but acquiesced, pulling his legs up onto the couch and slowly repositioned himself so that he could lie his head on the arm. He felt a little too exposed like this, and shifted awkwardly, uncomfortably vulnerable under Ford's gaze.
Ford sat down towards the middle of the couch near Bill's hips, twisting himself to face the other. Bill threw him a confused look.
Two large hands came down and rested themselves on Bill's stomach, the lightness of the touch made him flinch before they pressed in. For just a second, a jolting feeling spread across his nerves. But as Ford added more pressure to his probing, it faded slightly, not nearly as intense as before but still very much there.
Ford lifted his hands from one spot and quickly landed on another. Again, as his fingers made contact with his skin, though still covered by fabric, his nerves lit up with something buzzing. He gasped quietly, and Ford glanced up at him, briefly examining his face before continuing. He hummed to himself in thought as he felt around Bill's organs.
Each massage into his flesh, each slight movement and repositioning of his fingers, brought with it something intense and new. Bill's breath was hitched and uneven, his hands gripped onto the couch as if he would fly away if he let go.
“Where does it hurt?” Ford asked calmly, watching Bill's face.
“It-it doesn't hurt,” Bill answered, voice strangled.
“You don't have to lie.”
“I'm not-! It doesn't hurt, it just feels weird.”
Ford paused, removing his hands from Bill so he could fold them over his own chest. He watched with a curious eye as Bill deflated into the couch. He hummed and tapped his finger over his arm.
“Define weird,” he prompted, looking him over carefully for any other signs of discomfort, for anything Bill wasn't telling him.
“It feels like,” he paused and stared up at the ceiling in thought, gathering his words. “Like I'm being electrocuted.”
“Being electrocuted?!” Ford echoed, visibly taken aback. His eyes widened in shock and his face twisted in concern. He was barely touching him, nothing he did should have felt anywhere near electrocution. Did Bill have some sort of nerve damage? Or a hypersensitivity caused by some otherworldly disorder?
Hesitantly, he placed a hand back onto Bill, gently massaging just as he was before. Bill jumped dramatically with another gasp and quickly reached to grab his wrists. They looked at each other for a long second, Ford had stopped but there was still a tenseness in Bill that made him worried something may be seriously wrong.
His face softened however, on seeing the wobbly smile worming its way across Bill's features. Every worry and theory flew right out the window in favor of the much more obvious, and frankly hilarious, answer. He just barely fought off a smile of his own.
And an idea crept into his head. Something mean presented itself to Ford and lit up his thoughts like a light bulb, until it was all he could think about. He was glad that Bill could no longer read his mind.
“Well,” he started, pushing up his glasses and hardening his expression, trying hard not to wear his thoughts on his sleeve. “I'll have to conduct further examinations until we get to the bottom of this.”
Bill twisted his face in an odd way. “You think there's something wrong?” He asked.
“Well, I have a hypothesis, yes. However I will have to run a few experiments just to be sure.” He cleared his throat to choke out the chuckle threatening to bubble out of him.
Bill really had no idea about the human body. Not like he thought he did. He was rather naive in that regard, believing just about anything Ford told him with enough assertiveness. He wondered if that's what he was like 30 years ago.
Shaking the thought from his mind, he hovered his hands just above Bill's middle. The older stiffened, trying to suck in his stomach in a feeble attempt to squirm away from Ford's looming fingers.
He nearly choked when they landed down on his stomach. One hand gently kneading and the other poking had him doing everything in his power to swallow down all of the embarrassing noises threatening to spill out of him. He bit down on his lip and his hand flapped uselessly next to him; anything to handle the overwhelming buzzing.
Ford walked his fingers across Bill, choosing a new spot to terrorize and earning a thin whine. One hand rested on his side, and Ford was startled by the sudden jolt and gasp from Bill.
“Interesting…” Ford commented, focusing his attention on the newfound spot. Bill squirmed and his leg shook. Ford switched to poking his side. Bill squeaked, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth. He squirmed and tried to wriggle his torso away. Wide eyes were locked onto Ford’s offending fingers. Little puffs of half snickers and choked down noises just barely escaped his lips.
Without warning, Ford suddenly wrapped his whole hand around Bill and started squeezing. He jolted upward, briefly doubling in on himself before falling back down. He barked out a loud laugh, twisting this way and that. Jack pot.
“Very interesting,” Ford added. “Alright, so-” slowing his hands to a stop, he did his best to put on a more neutral voice; like he was conducting a very serious experiment and not tickling Bill half to death. “-tell me which is worse. Here?” He vibrated a couple fingers into Bill's stomach, earning a shrill yelp and a snort. “Or here?” He brought up his right hand to continue squeezing his side, and Bill threw his head back as he cackled.
“Thehehehere! Naha- that's soho much wohohohohorse!”
“Noted,” Ford said, abandoning his stomach to squeeze both sides. Bill squealed and his legs shot up to his chest, almost hitting Ford in the back of the head on their way. A smile broke out on Ford's features watching the way Bill's legs kicked in the air.
“Try to hold still,” he said, taking his arm and gently coaxing his legs back down on the couch.
“I cahahahahan’t!”
Ford chuckled and quickly switched from squeezing to vibrating. Bill screwed his eyes shut and shook his head back and forth. Ford moved one of his hands away completely, bringing it down to settle on his hip. Bill twitched under the touch, and squealed when Ford started vibrating a couple of fingers in a particularly sensitive cluster of nerves.
“Stoahahaha! Nahahaha!” He dug his fingers into his hair, anything to help deal with the sensory overload. Although, interestingly enough to Ford, in all his flailing and thrashing, he never once tried to pull his hands away.
Eventually, Ford slowed his hands to a stop, and waited for Bill to catch his breath before speaking.
“Well, Bill, I have to admit-” Bill looked up at him with a half lidded eye, watching him reposition himself to be straddling his hips.
“What are you doing?” Bill sat up a little, eyebrows furrowed.
“-I haven't been completely honest with you,” Ford continued.
“What are you saying? Is there nothing wrong with me?”
“Bill, are you familiar with knismesis and gargalesis?”
Bill only stared at him, tilting his head slightly.
“Both are neurological phenomena in the part of the brain that processes touch,” Ford began to explain, much to Bill's boredom. “Knismesis is a light irritation of the skin,” as he spoke he ran his blunt nails over Bill's bare arms in a feather light motion, making him shiver and squirm away. “However gargalesis is a much more intense sensory process involving the repeated application of high pressure in sensitive areas.” Again, as he spoke he demonstrated on Bill. This time he vibrated his knuckles into his ribs.
Bill shrieked before giving way to another bout of loud, high pitched laughter. He tried to twist away from it, but found it much more difficult with Ford sitting on him like this.
“Gehehet ohohohoff!” He shrieked.
“You know,” he paused his hands, starting to roll up Bill's shirt. He shivered in the cold air. “Since we're already doing a vitals assessment, I'd quite like to make sure your…axolotl, was it? Gave you the appropriate number of rib bones.”
“So do you wanna say that like a normal person or ar- EEK! Ahahaha! No, dohohon't do thahahat!”
Ford vibrated his fingers into Bill's bottom rib bone. “Oneee…” he stretched out his counting, a smirk evident in his tone despite how screwed shut Bill's eyes were. “Twoo…”
“Knock ihit ohohohoff!” Bill threw his head back, arching into Ford's fingers. All of his thrashing successfully thwarted Ford for a second. His thoughtful hum washed away any momentary relief, quickly replacing it with excited dread.
“Bill, you really need to stay still, I'm trying to conduct a very serious experiment here,” he said. Bill groaned but the few giggles that peaked through made it lose its edge. “Well now I've completely lost count, I'll have to start over.” Bill's eyes shot open, now wide with shock. He shook his head in fervent protest, big smile never leaving his face.
He howled with laughter when Ford landed his buzzing fingertips back on his sensitive ribs. The higher up Ford got the worse the sensation became, and try as he might, Bill couldn't stop himself from twisting and turning.
Ford sighed, stopping his hands. “I don't know how you expect me to gain any accurate data from this with all your squirming.” He placed his hands on Bill's hips, steadying him. Bill flinched. “Now, where was I? That's odd, I can't recall. Oh well, I'll just start over.”
“NohohohOHOHO!”
The next couple minutes felt like hours. He tried as hard as he could to stay still. That terrible buzzing kept getting worse and worse, but the threat of Ford completely starting over a third time, and counting so agonizingly slow kept him in place.
He gripped onto the couch cushions so hard Ford thought his nails might tear a hole in the fabric. Tears of mirth stung the corners of his eye. His mind and body fought with each other in a frustrating game of tug o’ war. Every nerve lit up in an electrifying sensation, one that seemed to consume his every thought. It was completely and totally overwhelming. It seemed like every nerve in his body was screaming for relief all at once. And yet, a louder scream wanted more.
It was too much. It wasn't nearly enough.
Ford only stopped when he finally reached 12. Bill thought he might have died a second time.
“Well that side is correct. I wonder about this other side,” Bill shot up like a corpse being raised from the dead, gripping on Ford's wrist before he even attempted to tickle him again.
“24! I hahave 24 I swehehear!”
Ford chuckled. Placing a hand on Bill's chest he gently led him back down. “Alright, alright. I'll take your word for it,” he said, deciding to take pity.
Hesitantly, Bill lay back down. Ford readjusted his shirt–it had fallen back down when he sat up–raising it back to where he wanted it in a gesture that made Bill's pathetic human heart pound with anticipation.
“Do you have your ‘data’ now, Sixer?” he opted to cover up his (hopefully not as apparent as it felt it was) nervousness with a venomous quip.
“Hmm, almost. Let me try this one last thing,’ Ford replied. Bill whined as his wiggling fingers came closer to his middle despite himself.
Ford was light, so light he wasn't sure he was even touching him. He delicately fluttered and spidered all 12 fingers over his stomach, intending to give him a break with the lightness. Instead, Bill squealed and bucked and laughed harder than he has this whole time.
“WAHAIT WAHAHAHAHAIT!”
Ford was shocked for a second before the ridiculousness of the situation caught up with him and laughed almost as hard as Bill.
“Ahare you serious?!”
“SHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!”
“Bill, I'm barely touching you.” Bill didn't respond to that, shaking his head wildly.
Ford slowed down a bit. He walked his fingers over Bill's stomach at an agonizingly slow pace. Tiptoeing from his hips to his ribs and then back down in a cycle that had Bill's head spinning.
“THIHIS IS TOHOHORTURE!”
“Good, you love torture.”
“At leHEHEAST stohop going so slohohow?”
“I'm conducting an experiment here, Bill. Slow and steady is just the right pace.”
“It's sohOHOHO BAHAD! YOU DOHON'T GEHET IT!”
Ford chortled. “I've been tickled before, Bill. I understand just fine.”
Bill snorted and covered his eyes with his arm to hide himself. His other harm latched firmly onto Ford's wrist, but not making any attempt to move it away.
“Alright, I have a question and I want you to answer honestly.” He stopped momentarily and Bill gasped for breath like he was drowning.
“Which is worse?”
“Dohohon't.”
“This?” he squeezed Bill's side and he snorted, trying to curl in on himself and leaning his body away from it.
“Or this?” Ford brought up his other hand to gently spider across the other side. Bill shrieked before his laughter went silent completely. He frantically tapped Ford's hand that was spidering.
“Can you even speak right now?” Ford asked, amused. Bill shook his head.
However, he seemed to get his voice back when Ford stopped squeezing and instead started spidering both sides at once. He squealed and erupted with hysterical laughter.
“GOHOHO SOMEWHEHERE EHEHEHEHELSE!”
“Oh, that's interesting. ‘Go somewhere else’, not ‘stop’?”
“MOHOHOVE YOUR HAHAHANDS! PLEHEHEASE!”
“Oh, alright, alright.”
He stopped entirely, watching Bill as he melted into the couch beneath him. He panted hard as he moved to wipe away some of the tears with the ball of his palm.
Ford tried to smooth his hands over his middle but was quickly grabbed by Bill, starting up another giggle fit.
“relahax, I'm helping.”
Bill groaned but did relax, quickly becoming a puddle under the gentle touch.
When he was sure Bill had completely calmed down Ford moved off of him.
“Well, I'd say that was a successful experiment, hm?” As he stood to leave the room, satisfied with his work, he felt Bill grab his wrist.
“Wait a minute, Sixer.” Ford turned back to him, perplexed. “A minute ago you said you'd been-…also…experienced gargalesis.” Bill didn't think the human form could turn that shade of red.
“Did I?” he chuckled nervously. “Well- well I-um. You know it's getting late, and I'm sure you're tired so why don't we-” he tried to pull his hand away, but Bill's grip only tightened. He raised his eyebrows at Ford.
“Bill, come on now. Let's be reasonable here, we can talk about thihihihis. Nohoho! Wahahait!”
Being human is difficult. But maybe there were some things that made it bearable.
TEC TICKLE HEADCANNONS BECAUSE THEY ARE RUNNING ROUND MY BRAIN RN!!
(Sorry if they're ooc I haven't watched the pilot/read the comics in quite a while lol)
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Bill:
Lee:
In my opinion, he'd HATE getting tickled
It'd make him feel weak and he probably hates the feeling and just no
He'd probably get really pissy if someone were to tickle him, it's hilarious
Be careful though, because he will fight you
He's definitely a squealer, surprised or not, if you tickle him he'll squeal
I also think his voice cracks really badly when he's being tickled too, which also adds to his displeasure of it
He also definitely gets teased about it by the club and will tickle him if they wanna piss em off or embarrass him
He's most ticklish on his sides, but his armpits, neck, and ears are also very ticklish
Ler:
He is never ever light. It's all or nothing for him
He definitely has a lot of experience with tickling too, seeing as he has a sister/brother (????)
I think he only tickles people if he's really trying to embarrass them, I don't think he'd ever do it in a "I want to hear them laugh and giggle!" way. Evil evil guy
He'll tickle you till you're crying, I don't think he'd stop very easily
Uh I don't really have much to say on him, I really don't think he fws tickles that much
0% lee, 100% ler
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Josh:
Lee:
I think he's the type to not be generally ticklish, but extremely sensitive in very specific spots
Like he won't really respond if you dig into his sides, but if you tweak his ribs in a very specific place, he'll break into cackles
It's very hit or miss for him
I think he kind of likes being tickled, but acts like he hates it so he doesn't seem weak (this is probably a reoccurring thing with all the other members LMAO)
He's definitely a squirmer. Mostly it's uncontrollable, but he'd definitely squirm extra to try and save himself from the embarrassment faster
I think his laugh is very loud, he's definitely a cackler, although lighter spots will definitely get him to chuckle
His most ticklish spots include his knees, waist, ribs, and calves, but his nape and back are kinda ticklish too
Ler:
I don't think he usually tickles people, it's not really on his mind, but when he does he's kinda awkward about it
He'll kinda just prod around awkwardly until he finds a tickle spot and goes from there
He also is good at pinning down his lees due to him being a bit bigger
Like if Josh ever decided to be evil and straddle someone, you're stuck there till he's done with you muahahahaha
I don't really think he teases or anything, he might make a small comment here and there, but nothing much other than that
55% lee, 45% ler
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Pete:
Lee:
He definitely LOVES being tickled
It heals his inner child in a sense, and I think he loves how it feels and he loves breaking down into giggles
He's EXTREMELY embarrassed about it though, he will never admit to enjoying it ever... probably... maybe
He doesn't wanna seem weak, especially around his friends and family due to how absolutely tough he is with his horror and gore guys... totally, definitely tough
"Ticklish? What am I, a kid? No, I ain't ticklish!"
He will also deny being tickled always (and maybe even secretly hoping it'll get someone to test that statement cough cough)
I think he has a high pitched laugh, and he definitely giggles a lot when he's being tickled too
"Hah- hey! Q-Quihit thahahat!"
He either immediately goes to cover his mouth and desperately try to hold back his giggles, or grabs the ticklers hands (and usually doesn't actually do anything to stop him)
Teases also get to him real bad. They make him smile really wide every time, it's a sweet look on him
He definitely uses his hat to hide his blushing face
He's most ticklish on his thighs, but his armpits, under his chin, and his hips are also really sensitive
Ler:
HE'S EVIL I TELL YOU, ABSOLUTELY EVIL!!2!1!1!
He has this stupid smirk on his face the whole time he's ticking you too
He also loves to make teasing remarks when he's tickling someone
"Why're ya laughing so much, huh? It ain't me, is it?"
He's straight to the point with it, he immediately goes to dig against his lee's tickle spots
He also definitely tickles people to annoy the shit out of them, he finds it hilarious
He's tickled Bill a lot, and every time he gets a bruise somewhere, which inevitably leads to an actual fight (fuckass Bill /silly)
He definitely has the capability to be gentle though
I think that's especially the case with Jerry, he goes a lil lighter on him, but he definitely still tickles him quite a bit
50% lee, 50% ler
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Jerry:
Lee:
God he's the biggest lee there, no question
I think he likes tickling a little bit more than Pete, although they're definitely very close
He's the type guy to immediately curl into a ball and giggle his ass off
He's definitely a squeaker. And a snorter. He does both a lot
I think his voice goes up a little bit when he's tickled, but not a whole lot
He will do absolutely nothing to stop you, he's definitely moreso flight than fight
Like the first thing he'll do is hide his face and curl up lmao
The most fight thing he'll do is kick his feet a little, but that's nothing (at least compared to Bill LMAO)
His face and ears also get very pink like immediately, it's completely embarrassing for him (and adorable for me)
He's most ticklish on his stomach and feet, but his lower back, waist, and armpits are definitely very sensitive too
Although, he's pretty ticklish practically everywhere
I love lee Jerry and YES I'M GLAZING HIM IDC 😈😈😈
Ler:
He is very very bad at tickling people
Like, Josh is awkward with it, but Jerry takes it to a whole other level lmao
When he does figure out how to tickle though, he's extremely gentle, he never wants to make his lee uncomfortable
I don't think he's very teasy either, like he might give a chuckle to your squirming or giggles, but besides that, not much
He'll usually lightly poke around his lee's tickle spots or trace his fingers over them
He probably checks in a lot too to make sure you're not overwhelmed
I think he likes being a little bit sneaky and pinching his friends sides when they're watching a movie or sum, but other than that he really doesn't tickle people that much
95% lee, 5% ler
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I hope my hcs make sense lol, again I haven't read the comics or watched the pilot for a while, so this might be a little ooc
If you have any hcs either, I would very much like to know, please tell me ˙ ͜ʟ˙
Anyways, that's it, buh bye
UM I SEE A POSIBLE LEE SOO...
FORD NO-! HAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!!! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! SIXTER NOHOHOHOHO!! I- I WILL KILL YOUHUHUHU!! Yes i did this AND If you make a drawing with inspiration or reference to mine, please give credits.
AAAH YOU'RE WELCOME (for the follow lol), well, taking advantage of the fact that I'm here... I could ask for a lee! Ford and a ler! bill (the ler doesn't really matter) if possible, and if not, no problem :D! (Again, you're welcome for the follow 😸
YUS!!! AUUUGGGGGHhHHH
Gravity Falls TK Headcanons but it's only the characters I'm fixated on
I missed tickletober today, so take this instead
Some of this, especially in the Bill Section, will be out of character
Stanford
50/50 Switch
Obviously having grown up with Stanley, he's had his fair share of tickle fights. In some cases his twelve fingers give him the advantage, but at the end of the day, Stanley was stronger than him and better at roughhousing and usually won those
In his young adult years, that started to die down, until he met Fiddleford in college. It started off unintentional, Fidds was just a touchy, physically affectionate guy. One day he just meant pat his roommate's shoulder but his hand strayed a little too close to his neck and Ford ended up hunching his shoulders up with his breath hitching, and ever since it stopped being accidental
If Fiddleford thought Ford was working too hard for too long, skipping meals and sleep, he'd just go up behind him and slip his hands under his arms to scritch at his ribs, because it was the only way to convince him to rest. Ford was usually too tired to fight back anyway
Eventually though, Ford retaliated and he found out pretty quickly that his assistant was just as bad, if not worse than him
While doing research in Gravity Falls, he discovered the Leshy (changing the mythology a little here to be less dark and more Gravity Falls friendly, please forgive me) which is a forest trickster spirit that leads travelers from the path and may even tickle them. Ford met one that got him good, and was even fascinated with his extra fingers once they got a change to speak. That was the day he found out his knees were ticklish.
Being the only human lost between dimensions, people tend to get really curious about you, and even a bit touchy. It was pretty common for people to find out he was ticklish and then keep doing it because they found his reactions cute the same way humans think it's cute when a dog kicks its leg. He eventually got used to this
After coming back from the portal and having settled back in a little, he and Stanley sort of go back to being brothers. Stan hasn't changed at all, and one day he grabs Ford in a head lock, only for Ford to immediately go for his sides and get him to let go pretty quickly
One time he pinned Stan to the ground, arms behind his back, and just zeroed in on his ribs because he was being a pain. He wouldn't stop until Stan apologized for turning the house into the Mystery Shack
His worst spot is his underarms, it immediately renders him defenseless. He curls up and stops fighting because his body just gives up
His hands are also ticklish, but he's only ever let a certain previous banjo-playing partner of his tickle there. This spot gets him incredibly flustered since it's one of his biggest insecurities being adored and treated so gently like it's one of the most important things in the world
His laugh is really wheezy, airy, and uncertain because since he's not used to laughing that much
Stanley
Ler Leaning Switch, as in: He acts like a ler but it's also pretty easy to get him screaming if you can get past his defenses
If you manage to tickle him, he's VERY quick to pull the "I'm just an old man" card, but it rarely ever actually works because his family knows him. This man singlehandedly fought off a hoard of zombies and a whole ass dinosaur, he'll be fine
Before Ford came back, he was the family's biggest tickle monster, and could not be defeated. After Ford came back though, he was the only one that could get past Stan's swinging, grabbing, pushing, etc., to get him pinned long enough to tickle him, which immediately saps his strength and he's left just kicking and screaming dramatically
This dude's laugh is HARSH but the family finds it endearing because it's very him. The Mystery Twins even find it comforting after a while because it's their Grunkle, someone they look up to and feel safe with
His worst spot is his hips. If he's standing, his legs will just immediately give out. If he's laying or sitting, he immediately tries to bring them up and curl up while pushing at whoever is tickling him (usually Ford)
You can't have ears that big and them not be ticklish. They're ticklish. It's part of why he hates anyone trying to whisper to him, so he lies and tells people it messes with his hearing aid.
Loves to bother his twin. If he sees an opening, he'll slip his hands under Ford's arms (and catch him when his legs give out. It's a Pines trait.)
He's constantly scooping the kids up and going full tickle monster on them
With Mabel it's because he genuinely just enjoys playing with her, but with Dipper he thinks the kid needs to loosen up a little and get out of his own head sometimes. Also because he's well aware Dipper tries to grow up too fast, and a healthy dose of tickles from his uncle gets him acting like a kid again
He's the type to playfully growl when tickling someone
Big fan of tickle hugs because it's an easy way to trap a lee and get their sides
Bill
He will also use his stubble to his advantage when he can; on necks and bellies during raspberries
This applies to both of the twins but I'll put it here: As children, their mom used to sometimes tickle them, if they were sad, grumpy, or got into play-arguments with her
As much ler energy as he gives off, I think he's a 50/50 switch
Especially in a human vessel, with how much he seems to enjoy pain because it's a physical sensation he can't usually experience, I think he'd enjoy being tickled just as much
I think he'd be the type of lee to tease his ler and fluster them with how bold he is to ask for it. Like in a human form, I think he'd just plop himself in a ler's lap and raise his arms or something, he has absolutely 0 shame or embarrassment. The only reason it bothered him when Mabel tickled him is because he had a goal and he was trying to do something and she stopped him
Tried to use tickling as a torture method on Ford once, back when he didn't fully understand it still, and was shocked to discover the man didn't even really mind it that much. After all, he'd much rather tickling than something horrific like having his bones replaced with porcelain
In a human form, his favorite spots to be tickled are his tummy and back
A melt spot he ended up finding out about is under his chin, it gets him all soft and giggly
In triangle form, he can be tickled, he just never thought he could because no one ever tried
I think canonically he said dreamcatchers tickle? I'm not entirely sure how that works but it's canon I think?
He's small enough to be cradled in one arm and tickled with the other
I saw someone headcanon that his feet have toebeans, and I have to agree, and they're ticklish
Bill isn't one to start small and lead up to a big finale, if he finds a death spot, he will zero in on it until you tap out (which he will respect, because I said so)
Bill LOVES a good chase. If a lee runs from him, he loves to go after them and hunt them down, it makes the reward of finally getting them that much sweeter. (This is brought to you by that one scene where he pops up like "Peekaboo~!" in literally the teasiest voice)
Ford is his favorite Ler and Lee, he just loves to a nuisance in general to the guy
Sometimes he'll fluster Ford by filling his mind with teases and images but it also tends to backfire because Ford is just as good at teasing and he'll retaliate
Fiddleford
Ler Leaning (like 80% ler)
Having grown up on a farm, he's pretty used to roughhousing and wrestling with his cousins and friends
He used to play tickle monster with Tate when he was still a kid. Tate would go and hide while Fiddleford searched for him. Once he was found, he'd be scooped up into his father's tickling grasp while his dad playfully growled. (He was a good dad before he left)
In college he'd tickle Ford to get him to finally stop studying and get some sleep
Like many young adults in college, he'd get into petty arguments with his roommate over something small, and on more than one occasion he's wrecked the shit out of Ford if he ate something if Fidd's without asking
I also headcanon that he was friends with Stanley for a while while all three of them were in Gravity Falls together. On a couple occasions his southern sass would come out and both of the twins would gang up on him, usually with one holding him down because he's "farm-strong" despite being smaller
Even in the lab (Ford's basement), he'd still have to tweak Ford's sides a couple times to get him to stop working and go eat something or go to bed. Anything to get his more-than-friend-situation to take care of himself
Can you do Stan, Ford, and Bill (gravity falls) headcanons? If not that’s completely fine! Take your time!!
☆⑅Felony Trio Headcanons⑅☆
(Stan, Ford & Bill)
~No idea if these three have an actual group name or not, but this is what I'm going with. You can't tell me they haven't committed at least one a piece, accidentally and/or on purpose. These sillies will always have a special place in my heart as one of my earlier obsessions. Thank you for requesting!~
❓Stanley💵
General:
Silly con-man gives me ler-leaning switch vibes. Loves wrecking his family, but wouldn’t mind the occasional giggle-fest.
Over the years, he’s developed the elusive “can say the t-word whenever” power, though it definitely didn’t used to be that way. Ford reminds him of that whenever it’s most annoying.
Can easily admit that he likes tickling others, but receiving it? Yeah, good luck. He’s willing to die on that hill.
Lee:
A bit rare, but he will get lee moods. He’s a “ride it out in silence” kinda guy, but Ford can sometimes catch onto his bullshit (definitely not bc he does it too what-)
If he DOES try and solve his problem, it’ll be in the most roundabout way possible. Provoking his brother, teasing his great niece and nephew until they try something, you name it. If it works, it works.
Worst spots are his armpits and the area right beneath his belly button. Enjoy watching him lose his mind if you target either one ♡
Melt spot is his ears. You can’t tell me his goofy ears wouldn’t make him giggle his heart out; he’d love every second of it.
Very gruff, choppy giggles. Sounds kinda like he’s been chain smoking, then saw the funniest thing in his life. When you really get him going, deep and rough belly laughter. Occasional snorts if you wanna kill him.
Ler:
When he gets in a ler mood, he’ll either bother his overworking brother or mess with one of the kids. Sometimes his family can tell, though he won’t normally admit anything.
Such a wonderful asshole of a ler-
Teases, smart-ass comments, horrible dad jokes, and more! Definitely the one to go to if you want a shameless wrecking.
“You’re a lil’ squeak toy, huh? I just squeeze your side and- yup, just like that.”
“Ya know, you could’ve just pushed me away by now. Don’t worry, I noticed.”
“You sure squirm a lot, don'tcha? Like a lil’ worm, could use you as fishing bait!”
“It tickles? Wow, that must really suck for you.”
Pretty good with aftercare. He'll ruffle your hair and tease you, of course, but he lets you lay on him while the TV plays. Fair trade, honestly.
👓Stanford🖋️
General:
Can you really tell me he isn't at least a little lee? After all those years with little to no comforting contact, he loves a good giggle fest.
Making his great niece and nephew laugh, though? Even better.
He doesn't always get that feeling, so I'm going lee-leaning switch.
Lee:
If you even mention it around him, he'll blush, no matter his mood. It's real bad when he's lee.
You can kinda gauge if he's in a mood by just saying the t-word (if you can, that is)
If you don't have that magic, then he's still pretty obvious in other ways.
Extra stuttering, constantly adjusting his glasses, eyes lingering on your hands, wobbly smiles. If you've got eyes, you'll be able to tell.
Will deny it at first, but it's pretty flimsy.
“I-I don't know what you're talking about. I survived the roughest interdimensional plane there is. I don't need…that.”
He falls apart the minute you wiggle your fingers at him.
Worst spots are his hips, followed by his ribs. A few squeezes to either will have him snorting up a storm.
Melt spots are his ears and the tops of his thighs. Like his brother, his ears are lovely to run a feather across for both him and the ler. He loves gentle traces on his thighs, though. Have him a melted, giggling puddle in seconds.
He loses tickle fights on purpose at least 76.4% of the time. Don’t ask me how I got that number: I just know.
Ler:
His ler moods are rare, but if he’s feeling a bit distant from his family, he’ll try and piece things with some giggles.
Soft, playful ler. He never wants to go too far, but he isn’t afraid to goof around and tease while he’s at it.
“I think I’ve got a leg up here, huh? Thanks to my extra fingers, this has gotta be at least 20% more ticklish~”
“You really do blush quite a lot. It’s pretty cute to watch.”
“As a scientist, it’s my job to conduct experiments. Let’s try now. Hypothesis: if I get your worst spot, you’ll laugh at least twice as loud as you are now. Time for the experiment~”
The moment you say stop, even if you don’t mean it, he pulls away. If you want more, you’ll have to ask him.
Pretty great with aftercare. Will absolutely cuddle you, maybe even tell some stories if you’re interested. He’s got plenty from his time in the portal, though he keeps the angstier ones to himself. Any tale he tells is almost guaranteed to make you smile.
🎩Bill💛
General:
Believe it or not, the chaotic dorito does like tickling. In fact, after him and Mabel’s interaction, they seem to randomly plague his thoughts at the most inopportune times. It goes in either direction, his moods as random as his personality.
Considering this, we’re gonna go straight-up switch.
Lee:
These moods are especially hard for the demon to satiate. His friends are insane, but none completely batshit enough to try something like tickling him. When he needs a fix, he usually has to outsource it or suffer until it goes away.
On the off chance he does outsource, he goes for one of the Pines twins. They’re hesitant to let him in, but he’s a sweet-talker. Once he’s inside, it barely takes an hour for him to provoke someone into wrecking him.
His spots vary based on the body he’s inhabiting. The one time he was tickled in his own (Weirdmageddon incident, don’t ask), he found that his hat and feet got him laughing the most.
(don’t come at me, his hat re-grew flesh when he got shot in it)
He doesn’t really have a distinct melt spot, though he loves being tickled right beneath his bowtie. It makes him kick and squirm, but it also makes him incredibly giddy.
Ler:
I’d tell you to run for your life, but it won’t do you much good.
Evil, sarcastic and rough ler. Good luck breathing o7
The kinda dude to go for all your worst spots first, and only explore the softer side if he’s wanting to spice things up.
Can and will generate any tool he feels like to wreck you (surprisingly enough, he’ll ask first)
Boundaries really need to be set before anything happens. Otherwise he’ll just go until he feels like stopping. If you look on the brink of passing out, he’ll quit, but other than that nah.
VERY teasy, with a large handful of sarcasm and sass.
“Geez, you laugh really loud when I get ya here. Mind dialing it down? I don’t wanna go deaf before I’m 20 million.”
“Ha! You snort? I’ve gotta hear that again, c’mon!”
“You’re confusing. You say ‘no, go away,’ but you haven’t even tried escaping. I’m supposed to be the crazy one here; mind explaining?”
“Wow, this is driving you nuts, huh? We’re gonna match!”
Not super great at aftercare unless you ask. He can make any snack or drink you want by snapping, and he knows some great rom-coms to doze off to (don’t ask why unless you wanna go for round two).
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I KNEW IT WAS THIS CLIP OMFG
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