#ticklish!cass

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I got a ko-fi commission to draw a scene from @otomiya-tickles tangled series fic!! SO CUUUTE thank you so much for supporting me anon!!!

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Took a break from the tk booth to DESTROY ALL THE FARMERS!!! MWAHAHAHAA! Belly tickles for all!!

Atticus belongs to @ticklyfluffstuff

Varras belongs to me

Cass belongs to @gigglymonster

Daiso belongs to @some-fluff-n-feathers

Hope y'all enjoy me wrecking your babs!

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

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cass and jason bond at patrol together and end up having a tickle battle while parkouring through gotham

Despite popular belief, Jason is not a man of few words. Jason is a man of many, many words, it just takes a while to find out. When Jason was too tired to put up his tough guy act, and if he trusted you enough, you could get a small glimpse into the way his brain works.

Roy and Dick were the only ones who had really ever seen into Jason’s mind post-Lazarus pit. Jason never really got to grow up, one minute he was a dead teenage and in what felt to him like an instant, he was alive and in his 20s, he can’t remember any of the in-betweens. As a result, his mind hadn’t matured as much as he could disguise it to seem. On the inside, Jason was still just golden-retriever like and excitable, and he did everything to keep it concealed. Even years of Aderall self-medication and trauma couldn’t shake Jason’s giddiness, much his dismay, but to the pleasure of his oldest brother and boyfriend.

When Bruce adopted Cassandra, admittedly, Jason was curious. She had been raised to be a weapon, a deadly warrior who was never supposed to form a bond with anybody, and yet she was one of the most empathetic and compassionate people Jason had ever met. She didn’t speak because of her training, but she communicated through other means.

Cassandra quickly became a close member of the family, and she bonded like her siblings like she had known them their entire lives. She just always knew how to read them, partly due to her training but also partially due to the fact that she wanted to get to know them more. After all, they’re her family now.

Jason really likes Cass. He swears. He just doesn’t like the idea of anybody being able to read him. The second that Jason feels like he’s being read, he leaves the situation. He’s even climbed out 3rd story windows completely costume-less in order to avoid people trying to dissect him.

Jason knew that Cass could do just that, and Bruce does too, which Jason figures must be the reason why he was to patrol with Cass tonight.

They sat on the roof silently, looking out around Gotham. An hour in, Jason started to pace anxiously around the roof. Cass perked up when she heard the noise, turning around to look at home for a few minutes.

Cass let him wander for a while before beckoning him towards her, motioning for him to sit next to her. Jason’s anxiety was visible on his face as he acknowledged her, sitting down on the ledge.

They sat in silence for a moment, before Cass looked up and met with Jason’s eyes. She started to motion with her hands, and Jason paid close attention. She pointed at herself, mimed a book, an x, and placed her index finger on Jason’s temple.

He caught on quickly. I don’t have to read you.

He heaved a sigh of relief, Cass noticing that his body no longer showed signs of tension.

He looked down, twiddling his fingers. “Thank you.”

Cass smiled wide. She couldn’t tell what Jason’s words meant, but she could read the gratefulness in his body language.

She reached out and wiggles her fingers over his ribs, something she had seen Dick do to Jason and her other siblings many times.

The touch took Jason off guard, and he snorted loudly, batting at Cass’ hand.

The smile on Cass’ face was something that he could only describe as smug, and soon he was chasing Cass over building roofs and past high rises in order to catch her.

He managed to get in front of her by jumping from a balcony onto the building she had just jumped onto, and he started to tickle her softly.

Her laughter was soft, as she fought with all her might not to hurt her brother. Jason laughed, glad that he could finally bond with Cass.

Dick smiled to himself, a few buildings away, lurking just out of sight, and very glad that he asked Bruce to pair Jason and Cass together for the night.

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74 for lee cass and ler dick maybe?

Song 74: Generation Why by Conan Gray

There’s a lot of things Cass didn’t know, and she herself would be the first to agree to it. Growing up as an assassin, she was never one to relate to those her age. When she was adopted by Bruce, she realized that she was missing out on a lot. Her generation seemed to be fun, for the most part, though they are quite cynical. Tim and Steph educated her on iconic music and films, Jason and Babs took it upon themselves to teach her about memes, and Damian introduced Cass to all of his animals. Dick thought that their was something much more important to teach her about.

Dick knew that Cass had lacked affection, she was rarely taught about things like that. Dick found it important to teach Cass about things like that, and how to show joy or pride. Of course, there were gaps in his teaching that he could not foresee.

When Jason had started ticking Tim in an attempt to win Smash Bros, Cass looked at Dick questioningly. Dick returned the look. 

“Do you not know what tickling is?” Dick asked, Cass shook her head, still confused. 

Dick smiled a little, looking at his brothers and the pile of giggles and tears that Tim had turned into, “do you mind if I show you? I’ll go easy.”

Cass nodded, anticipating what Dick was about to do.

Dick walked over and sat next to her, he looked at her to make sure it was still alright, and she nodded again. He slowly spidered his fingers up her ribs, and she started giggling right away. 

Dick thought it was adorable, and he couldn’t help but coo, wiggling between her top ribs. Cass couldn’t do anything but giggle, her hands still at her sides.

“Is this alright?” She nodded eagerly.

Dick quickly scurried his fingers down to her sides, and her laughter got slightly louder. At this point, Cass’ laughter had caught both Tim and Jason’s attention as they both watched intently. 

“Still okay?” Cass once again nodded, and Dick was starting to get the idea that Cass was enjoying it. 

When his fingers reached her tummy, she started to rapidly shake her head back and forth, her laughter louder than Dick had ever heard it, but he was having far too much fun.

Dick kept it up until he heard Jason clear his throat. “Hey Cass, want some help?”

When Cass nodded, and Dick had realized the implications, he got up off of the couch, flipping over it and not looking back, but of course, he couldn’t outrun Cass.

Soon, Tim and Jason were teaching Cass about being on the giving end of tickling instead of the receiving one.

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For the Spotify fic thing, how about 46 with Cass, Tim, and Steph

Song 46: Grow As We Go by Ben Platt

Having come from small, mostly unloving families, the batkids quickly warm up to their suddenly much bigger family once they’re adopted. Each of them has their separate flaws and problems, but they’re all grateful that they can grow together. 

When Bruce adopted Cass, she became understandably close with Steph. As a result, since the two are virtually attached at the hip, Cass became close with Steph too. 

Steph took it upon herself to introduce Cass to the most iconic movies, and Tim took it upon himself to introduce the most iconic music. Every once on a while, the two of them would argue about what can truly be considered art. 

“Please put some respect on Stacy Ferguson! She has made nothing but hits and M.I.L.F.$ is included in that catalogue, without a doubt.” Tim felt very, very passionate regarding early 2000s pop-stars, and Fergie was no exception. Steph, on the other hand, preferred boybands and R&B over  Tim’s bubblegum pop. 

“No way Tim. We’re listening to Confessions Part One and Two before you can even think about playing any Fergie music from this decade for Cass.”

“Steph you’re literally just wrong, flat out, you are incorrect.”

The two of them bickered, and Cass just laughed as she watched her siblings argue. She was worried when she heard Tim cry out and noticed that Steph had climbed on top of him, her fingers doing something weird. At first, Tim was yelling out, but now, he had started to giggle.

Cass walked over to the two of them, observing the situation in front of her. 

“St-Steheheph sto-” Tim screamed when Steph had quickly leaned down to blow a raspberry onto the shell of his ear. 

Steph laughed, but she kept going, targeting the spots that she knew got Tim the worst. Tim was absolutely screaming as he tried to escape Steph’s fingers, but he couldn’t give in, he could never disrespect Fergie that way.

He almost felt relief when Steph stopped, noticing Cass’ confusion, but his relief would be short lived. 

Cass was trying to figure out what was going on, so Steph stopped to explain. 

“This is called tickling, when I touch Tim somewhere that he’s particularly sensitive,” Steph starts to scribble her fingers over Tim’s tummy, “he giggles and flops like a fish.”

Tim was desperate to get it to stop, it tickled madly, and Tim knew from when the two of them had briefly dated that Steph knew every single spot to get him at. “W-why dohohon’t we shohohow her?”

Steph’s eyes widened and she smiled wide, although Tim was an absolute dumbass when it came to musical importance, giving Cass an example of ticklishness was a very, very good idea. 

Steph quickly scrambled off of a giggling Tim and pinned Cass down to the couch instead, who looked up at her expectantly. 

Steph started with a universal ticklish spot, Cass’ tummy, and she received an instant flood of giggling. 

Tim had finished his own mess of laughter and walked over to Cass and Steph, smiling at the sight. 

“Wanna help Timmie?”

Tim sat near Cass’ head and started to tickle Cass’ neck, higher pitched giggles flowing from her. 

Cass’ hands were completely free, but she didn’t try to bat either of them away.

“You alright Cass?” Steph questioned, her fingers tracing shapes across Cass’ ribs. Cass nodded in response, and Steph smiled, “are you liking it?”

Once again, Cass nodded, and Steph cooed, but it wasn’t long until Steph felt fingers on her sides that she was trying to dodge fingers. 

“C’mon Cass, I think it’s Steph’s turn to be on the receiving end.”