#switch!skipp

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・✦୨Ramshackle Tkl Headcanons୧✦・

~YES my darling street rats 💖 I love these goobers sm I swear. It’s about time I did some headcanons for them! I hope you Enjoy!~

(So sorry to whoever requested this; Tumblr ate your ask 😖)

🃜 Stone🍾

General:

He gives me strong switch vibes, though there’s no clear leaning. 

His lee moods depend on how he feels about touch in the moment, and his ler moments are typically revenge-based.

Not to say he doesn’t adore both sides of the coin. This boy is definitely fond of tickles 💖

Lee:

His lee moods are fickle at best. Sometimes, he’ll get them on bad sensory days and just has to suffer through them. Other days, he’ll get smacked with the biggest lee mood ever and literally can’t focus on anything else. He doesn’t try to understand it.

When he does get them on an okay-touch day, it’s decently obvious. He’ll roll his turtleneck down, shed his trench coat, and find little excuses to make contact with his fellow scraps

After two or three shoulder bumps and nose-flicks, the other two catch on

The grumpy man usually tries to hold in his reactions. Little grunts, stifled giggles, and kicks as he struggles. 

Once he breaks, he breaks. No hope of getting quiet again.

His giggles are a little gruff, but they’re loud. He gets all blushy almost immediately, and it only gets worse if he’s teased.

If you get him bad enough, you’ll be rewarded with loud snorts and the occasional wheeze. 

His worst spot is the back of his ribs. He can’t really defend them, and it makes him absolutely lose his shit. 10/10, would recommend 👍

His melt spots are his palms and collarbones. He absolutely melts when you target the latter. He could probably fall asleep if you target them long enough.

Ler:

One evil sonuvabitch to be sure.

He usually tickles the others in an act of vengeance, but he does occasionally get ler moods. That, and he’s always happy to help when the other two need a good laugh.

If it’s revenge for something, he’s merciless. Worst spot targeting, deep digs, and all the teases in the book.

“You asked for this, shithead.”

“Oh, is this a bad spot? Good. You need to laugh for a bit.”

“Squirm all ya want, I’m not movin’. You’re just gonna have to deal with it, love.”

If it’s just for the sake of fun or to help with a lee mood, he gets a whole lot sweeter. Little teases, praises, occasional compliments: anything to make you smile and giggle as much as possible.

“Got such a cute laugh, love.”

“You alright down there? Laughin’ quite a bit. No, don’t hide it.”

“Alright, alright, I’m done. You did well, hun.”

An absolute SAINT with aftercare. He’ll cuddle if you’re both comfortable with it, and if not, he’ll do his best to get you a snack and some fresh water.

🦴Vinnie🗡

General:

Vinnie gives me ler-leaning switch vibes

Like she is an agent of CHAOS, and I take her as someone who’d usually prefer to dish out the giggles

Not to say she’s never in the mood for a laugh. It’s just a little rarer.

Lee:

She doesn’t get the moods often, but when she does, they hit hard.

Girlie gets butterflies, extra touchy, and much more annoying. She’s the type to try and provoke the other two instead of asking.

Tons of teasing jokes, side pokes, stretching: whatever she can think of that’d get them to snap.

She’s not incredibly ticklish overall. There are a few spots that kill her, but she’s much less sensitive than her fellow scraps.

Absolute monster in tickle fights. She can take being attacked a lot longer than the other two, and she’s good at dishing it out.

Her worst spots are her thighs and ribs, specifically at the top. Snorts, big ol’ leg kicks, and cackles if you get them.

Melt spot is her neck. She loves gentle scribbles, rubs, maybe even kisses from a partner. Can and will fall asleep if you stay there long enough.

Ler:

Gets SUPER fidgety. Flipping coins, twirling bottles, biting her nails: anything to try and get the buzzy jitters out.

The others usually notice pretty quickly, either because it’s driving them crazy (ehem, Stone) or they pick up on her silence.

She’s a really playful ler. Wants her lee to have as much fun as she does.

Lots of playful teasing, a few compliments for flavor. 

“Aww, what’s wrong? Got a tickle in your throat?”

“You are adorable, ya know that? Feels like I’m gonna get a cavity.”

“Not here? But I love gettin’ you here! You laugh all loud, you blush, you squirm… It’s adorable~”

If you’re up for it, she loves a good fight. She’ll chase, wrestle, pin: whatever it takes to get you laughing. Playful competition is her bread and butter.

That being said, she’s INCREDIBLY respectful of boundaries. You say no, she backs off. You say stop, she immediately stops and checks in.

She’s pretty good with aftercare. She’s definitely up for cuddles or a back rub, and she’s more than happy to take a nap with you. If she can, she’ll even split her share of beans.

♬♪Skipp☀️

General:

Sunshine boy gives SUCH lee-leaning switch vibes. I will fight someone on this.

He just seems like he loves to laugh and smile. Tickles are the perfect way to make that happen.

Now, that’s not to say he doesn’t enjoy doling out smiles. He’d do anything to take the weight of the world off his fellow scraps’ shoulders, even for just a moment.

I’d say a 70/30 split on preference

Lee:

He gets lee moods pretty often, and they’re kinda obvious. 

Big smiles for no reason, flappy hands, playing the same chords on his mandolin over and over again…

The others have learned to identify them; he doesn’t even need to ask

That being said, he can ask if he needs to. It seems unfair to Stone, but Skipp has the magic.

This boy is a walking tickle spot. He never really grew out of that “oh no it’s everywhere” sensitivity. He thinks it’s as much a blessing as it is a curse.

His worst spot is his navel. The rest of his stomach gets you giggles, but there sends him into the atmosphere.

Melt spots are his ears and sides. Gentle little pokes and scribbles on his slides get him cuddly, and he might fall asleep if you gently toy with his ears for a while.

Skipp is a firm believer in cheer-up tickles, both giving and receiving. 

He can’t always be the happy-go-lucky one of the scraps. Sometimes, things pile up, and he starts questioning himself, his place in the world.

Some gentle tickles and reassurances are the perfect way to boost him back up, or at least take some of the weight off.

Ler:

Such a meanie. Like, he’s silly and teasing about it, but he’s a jerk.

He’ll tease the daylights out of you with a smile, target your worst spots, the whole nine.

That being said, he’s super respectful of boundaries. If you don’t feel up for laughing your ass off, he’ll go easier and dial back the teasing.

If not, however, expect some lovingly merciless attention.

“Oh, you’re gonna…what? Giggle? I already know that, silly. You’re doing it now!”

“It tickles, huh? Well, I am tickling you, ya know.”

“Is someone laughing? I’m not even doing anything; guess I’m just that funny!”

“Wow. I didn’t think this spot was that ticklish, but listen to that laugh. Adorable!”

Again, firm believer in cheer-up tickles. 

If Stone is being overly pessimistic or trying to drink too much, he’ll tease his collarbones until the man gives in and talks about it.

If Vinnie needs some motivation to keep going or look for food together, Skipp’s there with hip squeezes and words of encouragement.

This man is legendary with aftercare. All the cuddles in the world, the best shoulder rubs and head pats, and snacks if he can find some. The five-finger discount might be employed, but no small businesses will be targeted.

He’s even got his mandolin ready to “serenade” you with some folk-indie-alternative tunes as you relax. If you're up for it, he might even brainstorm some new lyrics with you

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Hi!! 💖 I’d absolutely love something for Ramshackle with 12: mischief! Maybe switches Skipp and Stone or lee Skipp and let Stone. They’re both so adorable and I’ve loved seeing your stuff for them. 😊

TickleTober Day 12 - Mischief

~Hey you! I went the switches route; who doesn't love a good tickle fight? I see Stone as a bit of an impulsive drinker; that's kinda where I was going with the start. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Switches: Skipp, Stone

Summary: Skipp decides Stone’s had enough drinks for one day, hiding his only bottle. What starts as an interrogation method becomes an all-out war as the two men lose sight of their objectives, falling into a giggly battle for the ages.

Warnings: mentions of drinking! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Stone sighed as he shook out his bottle, fighting cohesion for the few drops left at the bottom. He felt the smallest drop of liquor land on his tongue, then nothing. The bottle was quickly tossed aside, clattering around as it remained– surprisingly–intact.

Damn, he felt like shit. It had rained the night before, leaving their bedding damp and uncomfortable. That meant he got shitty sleep, probably a cold, and a killer headache. All the cheap booze in Ramshackle wouldn’t be enough to fix that, but it would at least ease the pain.

Speaking of pain, his back was still killing him; the quarter-bottle he’d saved hadn’t been enough. He needed more.

Stone hauled himself up with a groan, ignoring his aching back and head. He was barely even buzzed; damn watered-down bullshit. It was what they could afford to steal, but it still sucked.

Skipp was tuning his mandolin during Stone’s pity party. All that groaning could be heard over any instrument, especially Skipp’s careful plucking. That man really shouldn’t have been drinking so much…

Slipping past Stone, Skipp snuck over to the booze’s hiding place. The last bottle would have to disappear, for his own good.

…

“SKIPP! WHA’ THE FUCK?!”

Oop, yeah, he was pissed. It was worth it, though; he really didn’t need to drink that much.The blonde tried to keep his impish smile at bay as the broody scrap stalked over.

“Where’s my booze?” Stone’s tone was demanding and angry, though he could tell the man didn’t harbor any malice; he just wanted his stuff, which was reasonable.

“I dunno. Did you leave it out in the rain last night? Might’ve gotten washed away.” Was that believable? Skipp kinda felt like that was believable. Unfortunately, Stone thought otherwise.

Before he could run, Stone tackled him to the ground; he cradled the shorter man’s head on the way down, making sure no damage was done. He still straddled Skipp right as they landed; revenge was sweet.

Ten evil, nimble fingers immediately began dancing across Skipp’s lower stomach, making him squeal. “Where is it?”

“S-STOHOHONE! NOHOT THEHEHERE!” Skipp wriggled and squirmed against the cobblestone, a bright smile quickly overtaking his face. He’d never been one to hold back reactions, after all.

“I’ll move if ya tell me, you shithead.” Stone didn’t budge, continuing to scribble around Skipp’s navel. He occasionally wiggled a finger inside, just to hear him squeal.

“I- GYEEEEHEHEHE! IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!” Skipp batted his hands at the man above him, blindly reaching out. His hand managed to squeeze Stone’s hip; the jolt his action received was unexpected, giving him some hope.

“Hey, don’ even think abou’ it. I’ll go for yer- grk!” Stone’s threat got caught in his throat, the blonde’s strong little hands haphazardly squeezing his waist. One of the grump’s tickling hands went to protect himself, the other trying its best to keep on going.

“Y-YOUHUHU’RE AHAS BAHAHAD AS MEHEHEHE!” Taking advantage of Stone’s distraction, Skipp sat up and began really tickling his “opponent.” It was more than a little goofy, but he was doing his best to fight back.

“S-Skihipp! Fuckin’- hehehey!” The man leaned back as his hips were targeted, the buzzing sensation of the tickles lighting up beneath his skin. It seemed that the tables had turned, though it was still unclear who was winning.

They tumbled about, each trying to get the upper hand in the tickle war. Stone did his best to target as many spots as possible, while the blonde went for quality over quantity. He managed to scribble across Stone’s back ribs, pulling a wheeze from the man.

It was all downhill for Stone after that.

“Fuhuck- FUHUHUCK! SKIHIHIP, YOU SHIHIHIT!” Stone stomped his boots against the cobbles, falling back to try and protect himself. He really couldn’t cover the backs of his ribs; it was unfair that they were his worst spot.

“What’s wrong, Stone? Can’t take a taste of your own medicine?” Skipp followed him down, chuckling as the ravenette curled up like a pill bug. It was nice to see him so wrapped up in something; he seemed to have forgotten all about his booze.

“IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA KIHILL YOUHUHU!” Stone tried to kick him away, covering his face with his other hand. He was so embarrassed…

It wasn’t like he didn’t trust Skipp; he just felt so goofy like that, laughing from his core. He could feel the redness in his cheeks, burning vibrantly from all the activity.

“C’mon, buddy, show me your face! Promise I’m not gonna judge. Everyone needs to laugh sometimes.” Skipp gently teased, honestly just trying to get under his skin. He’d started the tickle fight, after all; the blonde was simply finishing it.

Stone was really trying to hold out, but he was slipping. Skipp’s stupidly persistent fingers were tormenting his worst spot, tracing patterns and scratching across each bone to drive him insane. Wheeze after embarrassing wheeze left him, making his head spin.

Finally, he’d had enough.

“O-OHO- wheeze OHOKAHAY! IHI GIHIHIVE!” Stone stomped his boots against the cobbles weakly, tears of mirth pricking in the corners of his eyes. His back and head still ached, but it was…somehow distant. He was far more focused on all the endorphins in his system.

Skipp immediately stopped the tickles when Stone caved, moving to instead hug him close. Their bedding was still soaked, so their clothes and body heat would have to do.

“Uhuhugh…jerk.” Stone groaned, pushing his head into Skipp’s shoulder as he giggled off the phantom sensations. He’d started it, of course, but still felt the need to “insult” the other scrap.

“Oh, shush. You know that was fun.” Skipp smiled as he cuddled closer, sighing from the comforting warmth. It was always nice to cuddle after messing around, especially after tickles.

Stone just grumbled something under his breath, nuzzling into the warmth. He wanted to keep acting obstinate, but… Fuck, cuddles felt good when he was tired and sore. He’d tolerate them, for the time being.

“Mmph…I’m gettin’ you for my booze later,” he mumbled, allowing himself to relax into the embrace.

Skipp just rolled his eyes before burrowing his hands beneath Stone’s coat, getting nice and toasty. Vinnie was missing out.

Goofy days are the best!