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hey!! I see that you're not taking clip requests, so please put this one on the bottom of your list; I can't find the video with this girl, and the tickler in black anywhere, and I LOVE this guy's teasing so much. I figured maybe you would be able to help some day!
Hi!
Still not taking any requests like you mentioned, but this is called "Tickling Robin Faye 3"
tickle art request! I don’t really know who this character is since I haven’t seen the show but here u go!! Lee!Forky 🍴
Hi! If you're still doing requests, can I request on of Ler!Hermes and Lee!Telemachus? I wanna see Hermes Bonding with his great-great-great grandson!
How are you feeling?
An Epic the musical tickle fic
Lee!Telemachus
Ler!Hermes
Summary: Telemachus and Hermes have a little bonding time...
A/N: TO THE ANON...would you believe if I told you I was gonna write a fic like this...I had in my drafts and...are you telepathic? ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!! 💓💓💓🩷🫶🩷🩷🩷
Taggies: @let1zya @aceofspades-doodles @an-unknowntraveler @amazingmsme @mythica0
⚠️INCEST SHIPPERS I WILL TURN YOU INTO PANCAKES AND INTO PIGS⚠️
How are you feeling?
It had been a day. Telemachus had spent all day with his father. They woke up super early and had a quick breakfast, then they went out in the woods to hunt...but they ended up throwing pebbles at some kids who used to bully the prince.
And the best thing was that they did it all in secret! And didn't even get caught!!! They threw them from a balcony and had those little ruffians running to their mamas.
After that, Odysseus took Telemachus to practice with his bow. And at the end of the day, the two had sat on the beach to look at the sunset. The king was telling his son all about his adventures, while the young man had placed his head on his dad's shoulder.
What...an amazing day.
The young prince had dinner with his parents, and they told Penelope all about their day. She was really happy to hear that they had a great time, and even teared up a little. And now, after a nice shower, Telemachus layed in his bed feeling happier than ever.
The candel on his nightstand lit up the room, and he felt his muscles relaxing after a long peaceful day. He closed his eyes, trying to see if he would fall asleep. Just then, he heard someone laughing.
He opened his eyes and looked around, and he saw Hermes sitting on his window stool.
-Hey there darling~
The young boy smiled with excitement.
-Uncle Hermes!!!
The messanger of the gods sat next to his grandson, he smiled at him and started to ruffle his hair.
-How are you today? I saw you and your dad having lots of fun!
The young prince started to rock on his bed as he told his uncle all about the coll they did:
-And~ we threw some pebbles at them!
-Why would you do that, kiddo??!!
-They were mean to me and they even broke my wooden sword...
-Oh...well you should have called Hepeastus to set those sons of Calypso on fire!
The mortal boy laughed. His 'uncle' then looked at him and asked:
-So...How are you feeling sweetie?
Telemachus turned his gaze thwoards Hermes, confused:
-What do you mean??
-I mean, It's been six months since Odysseus return. You finally have your dad back, and I see you bonding everyday: you go on walks, you play games he cuddles you in moments of need. I...wanted to ask if everything's ok.
The prince stayed quiet, and then smiled:
-Well... I've been happier than... I've been in the past three years. I finally have the dad I always wanted to meet. He's... he's the coolest person I know, with Athena and mom of course.
Hermes chuckled as he said that.
-And... I'm so happy that...he still wants to be my father after twenty years. I'm... I'm not ok, I'm feeling amazing!
A few tears formed into the younger's eyes, the god smiled and wrapped him in a side hug.
-I'm so glad you feel this way darling, and just know that...if you guys even need anything; me, Athena, and MOST of the others are here for you...except dad and uncle Poseidon, those two are bitches.
That made the prince burst into laughter. That made Hermes more mischievious, and he started to poke his grandson's ribs:
-There's my little prince! All giggly and happy!~
Telemachus' laughter went up an octave as his ribs were being poked:
-AHAHAHAH!!!! NOHOHO!! EEK- UHUHUNCHUHULE!!!! NOHOHOHO!!! PHLEHEHAHESE!!!
Hermes pushed him onto the bed, and he tied his wrists with his hand.
-Awwww~ look at my little darling~ all squirmy and giggly! Just like his dad!
The prince of Ithaca blushed and turned red as a tomato.
-DOHOHONT THEHEHEHASEHEHE MEHEHEHE!!!
-Why not??~ Does It tickle more??~
-YEHEHEHES!!
-Oh well that's the point, I'm afraid!
Saying this, the god of messages moved down to his grandson's sides. He scribbled all over them, making his nails tickle even more.
-HEHERMEHEHES IHIHIT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!!!
-Tickletickletickle little prince~ Awww~ you have the same weak spots as your father!
Telemachus couldn't stop laughing. He felt something in his chest that made him feel...warm and fuzzy. It was like a warm fuzz ball that snuggled in his chest whenever he felt or gave affection. It was...nice, really nice.
After a few minutes of tickling his sides, Hermes went up to his neck.
-Mhm...I wonder what will happen if I started to...tickle this little neck of yours~
And with that, he started to rub his little beard against Telemachus' neck.
-NAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!!
-Why~ because It makes you all giddy and silly?~ Just because you're all grown up now doesn't mean I can't tickle you~
The prince just laughed more as Hermes started to blow raspberries on his neck.
-AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HEHEHERMES NOHOHOHO!!!
-You know Telemachus, you have really tasty giggles...but I'm hungry for something else.
The god said as he lifted up his shirt. The young boy's eyes widened in realization:
-Uhuhuncle...nohoho plehehease...Ihihi cahahan't tahahake Ihit ahahanyhymohohore
-But I'm so hungry sweetie~ and your ticklish tummy Is just what I need~
Telemachus closed his eyes, preparing himself for what was gonna happen. His thoughts were cut off by a big raspberry, and he screamed.
-AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOHOHOHO!!!! IHIHIHI CAHAHAN'T!!!
-Mmm~ this tummy Is so good! It's tasty and sweet, and I'm gonna eat It all up! Onmonmonmonm~
The god made growling noises as he nibbled on every single part of his grandson's tummy. He blew some more raspberries on his belly button. And after he saw that the prince was getting overwhelmed, Hermes stopped his attack and started to rub away the ghost tickles.
-Ahahaha...yohou...ahahare...aha mehenace...
-Well, I'm the god of thieves and liars, don't forget It darling!
He said as he booped Telemachus' nose, making him giggle. Just then, Odysseus walked into his son's room.
-Son, I heard you screaming are you- oh...Hey Hermes!
-Hello old friend!
The king of Ithaca sat next to them. Telemachus scooched over his dad, snuggling on his side. Ody immediatly greeted his son, letting him do what he was planning. The prince soon fell asleep, while Hermes was chatting with his friend.
-So you tickled him? He's gonna get back at you, he did with me.
Odysseus joked, making the god a little nervous.
-You have an amazing son Odysseus. He's Just like you and your wife, he's respectful, kind and brave...
-Thanks Hermes... He's the sweetest joy of my life...
The king said as he caressed his boy's cheek. Hermes got up and said:
-Well, I must get back before Apollo decides to make the sun rise. See you soon darling!
-See you soon Hermes, and...Thank you...for everything...
The god smiled:
-No worries friend, good night!
And with that, Hermes flew back to Olympus. While Odysseus tucked his boy into bed.
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Idk if this was a coincidence that...I was writing the exact fic you request anon but...I HOPE YOU ENJOYED 💕💖🩷💓
Heeyyy!! :) would you mind writing something for Power Loader from MHA?
I've got two things in mind:
1. The teachers are playing mario cart. Power loader Vs Kan. Power loader is laying on the ground before the Tv when Midnight decides to sit on him and tickle him to distract him. Telling him he's gonna get wrecked if he loses. (Which he does) And one of the others joins her wrecking him.
2. He was working on something alone in the workshop when the thing got loose and fell on him, trapping him under it. The construction had some vibrating parts that landed on his ribs and stomach driving him crazy. Now he had to pray and hope someone finds him soon.
Pick whatever intrigues you more.
Thanks!😁
Mario Kart Mayhem +
Late Night Repairs
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A/N: Sorry that this took so long buttttt both of your ideas were too good I had to do both 😭😭 I hope you like it!!
Lee!Power Loader
Lers! Midnight & Present Mic
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Mario Kart Mayhem
“Alright,” Present Mic announced dramatically, “same rules as always. No throwing controllers, no unplugging the console, and absolutely no blaming lag.”
“I still say the game cheats,” Power Loader grumbled, adjusting his grip on the controller.
“The game doesn’t cheat,” Aizawa deadpanned from the couch. “You’re just bad.”
“I am not bad.”
Midnight smiled sweetly. “We’ll see.”
The race countdown began.
Three… Two… One… GO!
The second the race started, Midnight suddenly plopped down on the floor beside Power Loader.
“Midnight, what are you doing?” he asked suspiciously.
“Providing emotional support.”
Before he could question it further, she poked him lightly in the side.
Power Loader jumped.
“Midnight.”
Another poke.
“Midnight.”
A third.
“Midnight, I swear—”
She grinned wickedly. “You looked stressed.”
Then she attacked.
Power Loader immediately burst into laughter as Midnight began rapidly tickling his sides.
“No—wait—Midnight! The race just started!”
“Exactly,” she said cheerfully. “Perfect timing.”
“My kart—”
On screen, his character promptly drove straight into a wall.
Present Mic cackled. “He’s already crashing! This is amazing!”
“Present, don’t encourage her!” Power Loader wheezed, trying desperately to steer while squirming away.
“Encourage her?” Present Mic said. “I’m joining.”
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
Present Mic dropped onto the floor next to them and started lightly poking at Power Loader’s other side.
Power Loader completely lost it.
“You two are the worst!” he laughed, curling up as much as he could while still clutching the controller. “Stop—I’m trying to race!”
“No mercy!” Midnight declared.
“You made us think you were dead!” Present Mic added dramatically.
“I was trapped under a machine!”
“And now you’re trapped under consequences,” Midnight replied.
Aizawa glanced over briefly from the couch.
“Are you two done terrorizing him?”
“No,” both answered at the same time.
Power Loader groaned between laughs. “Aizawa, help me.”
“No.”
“Cementoss?”
Cementoss merely shrugged. “This seems like a personal matter.”
“Traitors. All of you are traitors.”
The finish line approached on-screen. Somehow, despite the chaos, Power Loader managed to move from twelfth place to tenth.
Then Midnight scribbled her fingers lightly against his ribs.
Power Loader yelped, accidentally driving straight off Rainbow Road.
Present Mic fell backward laughing.
“And there goes tenth place!”
The race ended with Power Loader finishing dead last.
Midnight immediately jumped to her feet and threw her arms into the air.
“Victory!”
Power Loader flopped dramatically onto the floor.
“I survived being crushed by industrial equipment only to be defeated by tickling.”
Present Mic wiped tears from his eyes. “Honestly? That’s way funnier.”
Power Loader pointed accusingly at Midnight.
“Next week, you’re banned from sitting next to me.”
Midnight only smiled.
“We’ll see.”
Everyone burst into laughter, and for the rest of the night, Power Loader kept one suspicious eye on Midnight whenever she got too close.
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Late-Night Repairs
The U.A. support workshop was eerily quiet at nearly midnight.
Normally, the room was filled with students testing inventions, explosions from Hatsume’s latest creations, or Power Loader lecturing someone about proper safety procedures. Tonight, however, it was silent except for the occasional hum of machinery.
Power Loader didn’t mind working late. In fact, he preferred it. No interruptions, no accidental explosions, and no Hatsume running up to him yelling about her newest “baby.”
“Peace and quiet,” he muttered as he adjusted his welding mask. “Finally.”
He had been working on repairing a large construction-training machine used by the Support Course. One of the stabilization systems had malfunctioned during class earlier that day, and Power Loader wanted it fixed before students returned in the morning.
Most of the repairs had gone smoothly.
Unfortunately, most wasn’t all.
Power Loader climbed beneath part of the machine to tighten a loose support brace. He had almost finished when he heard a faint metallic creak overhead.
His eyes narrowed.
“…That’s not supposed to sound like that.”
A second later, the entire structure shifted.
Power Loader barely had enough time to look up.
“Oh, no—”
CRASH!
Something heavy slammed down onto him, knocking the air from his lungs. Metal beams crashed around him as part of the machine collapsed, trapping him beneath the framework.
For several seconds, all he could do was lie there in stunned silence.
“…Ow.”
He tried to sit up and immediately regretted it.
The fallen machinery pinned his lower body and one arm to the ground. Worse, several detached vibration modules—parts designed to simulate construction equipment—had landed directly across his ribs and stomach.
And they were still running.
BZZZZZZ.
Power Loader froze.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
The vibrations rattled against his ribs nonstop.
BZZZZZZ.
He attempted to shove them away with his free hand, but they were wedged between pieces of debris and refused to move.
“BZZZZZZ.”
Power Loader groaned loudly.
“Of all the places to land…”
The vibrations weren’t painful exactly, but they were incredibly distracting. Every few seconds, another burst would shake against his stomach and ribs, making it nearly impossible to focus.
He gritted his teeth and tried pushing the heavier beam off himself.
Nothing.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
The beam didn’t budge an inch.
Power Loader let his head fall back against the floor.
“Fantastic.”
He looked around for his phone.
No luck.
It had apparently been launched somewhere across the workshop during the collapse.
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
Minutes passed.
The workshop remained silent.
BZZZZZZ.
Power Loader squeezed his eyes shut.
“Whoever designed these vibration settings clearly hated people.”
Another particularly strong pulse rattled through the devices.
He jerked involuntarily.
“Okay. Nope. This is officially terrible.”
He considered calling for help, but the workshop was heavily insulated to protect nearby classrooms from noise. At this hour, there was no guarantee anyone would hear him.
Still, he had to try.
“HELP!” he shouted.
Only silence answered him.
Power Loader sighed.
At this point, all he could really do was wait.
And hope.
He wasn’t seriously injured—at least, he didn’t think so—but being trapped under several hundred pounds of machinery was far from ideal.
“Please let someone decide to pull an all-nighter tonight,” he muttered.
Time seemed to crawl by.
Just as Power Loader was beginning to think he might spend the entire night trapped beneath the machine, the workshop doors suddenly opened.
“Power Loader?” a voice called.
Power Loader had never been so happy to hear someone in his life.
“In here!” he shouted immediately.
Footsteps hurried closer.
Aizawa rounded the corner, followed by Midnight and Present Mic, all three freezing at the sight before them.
There was a brief pause.
Present Mic blinked.
“…How?”
Power Loader stared up at the ceiling.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Midnight knelt beside him, concern obvious on her face. “Are you hurt?”
“My pride is beyond repair.”
“And physically?”
“I’ll survive.”
Aizawa sighed, already moving to lift part of the debris.
“Why do I feel like this happens at least once a semester?”
“Because Hatsume exists,” Power Loader answered immediately.
No one argued with that.
Within minutes, the teachers managed to free him. As he slowly stood, sore and exhausted, Present Mic clapped him on the shoulder.
“You know, most people just go home after work.”
Power Loader groaned.
“Trust me. From now on, so am I.”
The others laughed as they escorted him toward Recovery Girl’s office, leaving the wrecked workshop behind for tomorrow’s problem.
Hey, I saw your fic requests open and I wanted to know if you could do Lee!dabi and Ler!tomo (I'm pretty sure that's the name of your oc if I remember correctly)? I love his quirk and it'd be interesting to see how you think dabi would react to it! ^^
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My Hero Academia: Join the Dark Side, Yo
Oh my GOODNESS! It's been a little while since I've written something this long! I just love writing dialogue with my Tomo baby. He's such a sassy little shit XD I'd think Canon Dabi would just power through the tickles and incinerate Tomo, then find his family, burn them too, and probably steal his dog XD Buuuut, let's just pretend the tiggles are too strong! Thank you so much for the ask! Love you, thank you for your patience!
Summary: Dabi tries to convince Tomo to join the LOV.
Lee!Dabi, Ler!Tomo
Tw: Swearing, flirting
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Okay guys , a little Update for the request for drawing
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Fandoms i do :
-MFN
-garten of banban
-Rainbow friends
-tadc
- super 4 playmobil
- lego Ninjago
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Rules
1. No NSFW
2. No spaming or texting that much
3. Be Nice and Friendly
4. I will do all the request but i need time to do all of them , so pls give me the time , mostly for drawing
5. Please understand this when i can't draw something
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Okay Guys , ask away ^^
I need tickle art requests like with whatever. Could someone please help. 🥴
Keep sending in requests!! Im also open for HC requests too for those who don’t know!
