This Is So Fluffing Adorable!!,! I Can Totally See Guy And Kakashi Doing This Tho.

Reblog to yell “TRANS RIGHTS!” and jump out a window

I'm developing addiction to your PJO tickle drawings but I can't help. So, what about a cute Jason/Leo ticking? Just for cheering the blond Superman <3

Yes, Jason is definitely worthy of attention

The best guy who deserves happiness

Thing is my emotional support hand. And I will protect him with every bone in my body-

Tickletober-2024 Day 1: Anticipation

Fandom: Original Characters

Lee!Hannah, Ler!Sai

Summary: Hannah has a lee mood, and someone notices.

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Hannah couldn't take it anymore.

For the last few weeks, she had this itch. A weird feeling in her brain. It was stupid, but she needed it to go away. It didn't help that her classmates seemed to have a similar issue.

Glenn was smiling so widely as Sai pinned him to the couch in the common room, their fingers massaging deep into his ribs. The poor boy was flailing around frantically as his chest shook with laughter.

Hannah felt the itch grow as Sai spoke to him, obviously teasing.

Is this a bad spot? Aaw, poor tornado boy can't do anything, can you? That's too bad. Maybe if you focused you could push me off. The devious glint in their eyes didn't help Hannah at all.

And good lord, their fingers. They moved so smoothly from massaging to pinching along the topmost ribs, causing the air user to fling his head back and scrunch his nose. A slight breeze wafted around the room.

God, hannah wished that was her squirming on the couch.

Hannah's eyes widened at the thought. Nope, she was above childish stupidity. She shook her head as she stood up, facing away from the duo. She was just going to get food and forget all about her silly feelings.

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Forgetting wasn't working. She kept running into people attacking each other. There goes Logan and Glenn, rolling on the ground, each trying to make the other laugh first. Kagami's bugging Paul, trying to get him to fight back (like that'll ever happen). Sai is destroying Alex (probably for being moody Hannah was plenty moody).

No matter where she went, the tickle bug had spread, and she couldn't look away from all the teasy faces and wiggling fingers and silly smiles and god why won't anyone just come at her-

Hannah sighed as she sat in her room, her homework open before her, incompleted. She couldn't think. The itch was too strong.

Maybe she could ask Sai. They were always more than happy for an excuse to make their friends smile (not that she was their friend, she came to this college for the opportunity, not friends). Still, Sai probably wouldn't judge her for asking... right?

Before she could stew to much in her thoughts, the light above her door flashed.

With a groan, she stood up from her desk and walked over, looking through the peephole.

Speak of the devil.

She opened it, her eyebrow raising in question.

I just came to see how you're doing. Sai had their hands folded behind their back. You haven't been downstairs recently, which we both know is your study place. Their arms were slightly twitchy.

Hannah shrugged. Didn't feel like doing homework near the flailing limbs. She signed Too distracting.

Sai's eyes wandered behind her back, and a tiny smirk grew on her face. and how's that going?

Hannah glanced behind her to see her open laptop, with an obviously empty document on screen.

Her cheeks warmed up when Sai giggled a little. Perfectly fine. She started to close the door.

Wait, wait! Sai waved, I'm sorry for laughing, I can help if you want! I'm pretty good at Professor Rowen's class!

Hannah paused. Maybe this was an opportunity in disguise. She could find a way to bait Sai into getting what she wanted, and no one else would know. Homework be damned, she could get the itch to leave!

Fine. Don't act excited. But don't break anything.

Of course not! Sai stepped into the room.

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This wasn't working.

Hannah couldn't make herself do anything to possibly provoke them. It was too embarrassing to even try.

And Sai talked with their hands! Waving them around, drumming them against their legs, counting with their fingers. Hannah couldn't take her eyes off them.

Sai paused their talking when they seemed to realize she wasn't paying any attention to what they were saying. She forced herself to look away from the twitching fingers to see what they had to say.

Are you ok? Sai looked concerned as they placed their hands down onto their folded legs, fingers still twitching why were they twitching so much?

I'm fine. She waived them off. The twitching was back up to their arms. Why was that twitching so familiar? They did that before recently- Oh

Hannah slowly looked up to their face again, her face heating up when she saw what she had initially thought was concern to be poorly hidden mischief.

Their hands twitched before they tickled someone.

What's wrong? That little prick knew she knew. And she knew that they knew she knew. The didn't move, but that stupid grin was forming on their face. Did you see something?

You're a prick. She could feel her own smile growing, the anticipation was killing her.

They shrugged, That's one way to put it. They're hands lifted, forming the stupid claws. But we both know you love it right now. And they pounced.

Hannah will always deny the yelp that escaped her loony grin, but in that moment, she could only focus on sudden weight that pinned her down as one hand grabbed her wrists and pinned them right above her head before she could fight back.

She knew she couldn't get away at this point (not that she wanted to) so she closed her eyes to brace for the best worst.

Nothing happened.

She felt a grumble build in her throat as she slowly opened her eyes, only for it to turn into a flustered shriek.

Sai's other hand was clawing tauntingly abover her stomach, barely above touching it.

The fit of giggles that immediately took over her made the stupid, grinning face above her obviously coo. They were saying something, but she could only see that damn hand that was so close but so far away! She could almost feel it scratching against her skin.

She closed her eyes again, she needed to stop watching and oh god no-

Does this tickle? The tapping on her palm automatically translated in her flustered brain, Do you want me to stop?

Leave it up to Sai to find a way to tease her.

Hannah shook her head with a squeal, her face growing hotter by the second as the image of that claw above her flashed behind her eyelids.

You don't want me to stop? I could have sworn you wanted this. Every time you watched us get into tickle fights, you looked so left out. Was I wrong?

Hannah shook her head again, her cheeks already hurting from how wide her grin was. Just do it already!

So I was not wrong! That is good. There was a scratch against her palm at the end. Why did that tickle so much?

I think you have waited long enough. Hannah peaked one eye open to see Sai's grin widden and the silly claw decend.

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Author's Note: This was slightly harder to write then I thought.

These oc's are from a world me and @koala-fluff created together (I hope you like it, Ko). Hannah is deaf, so writing from that pov was interesting, but I think I did ok.

There will be more tickle fics with people from this world, so if you're interested, stick around (totally get it if you aren't, too)

Anyone here know this show series?? I have found it again and my brain loves the nostalgia.

not tagged but doing it anyway :)

1. my puppers

2. when people like my art

3. hugs

4. family movie nights

5. watercoloring

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Pass the happy! :D When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications! ✨

I’m very sleep deprived but thank you so much

1. children’s cartoons

2. My burrito blanket

3. Bubble tea

4. Taco Bell

5. My besties (irl and on here)

@aimasup @thatweirdfander @posiden1234567 @charliefrownyt @oppositekittie-duh

Do you plan on making a bio for Taz? I’d love to learn more about him/her/them!

100% doing that! I just have to finish my drawing i have planned for Halloween first

i beg of you,,

annabeth wrecking percy 🙏

maybe because he's being unreasonably sassy?

love these two so much, you know

So through the headache, but I completed this request

I want to see how much of tumblr is aro

Pls reblog if u vote :)

Ko!!! How dare!! Hypocrite!,! Koalas needs sleep too!,!

Welp. The headcannons didn't help, so here's a fic featuring a tiny bit of ticklish!Wednesday and a lot of poor, ticklish!Xavier.

Enjoy!

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An Artist's Question

Xavier overhears and interesting conversation and can't stop focusing one thing: Is Wednesday Addams ticklish?

Xavier stared at the wall, barely listening to the teacher's monologue. No matter how much he tried, his mind always wandered back to that moment.

Earlier that morning, he accidentally eavesdropped on a secret conversation between Enid and Thing. He didn't mean too, they were just talking outside near wear his private studio was.

He had been walking back to school when he heard someone's voice. It sounded like Enid. He had planned to just sneak on by, but his attention had been diverted.

"C'mon, Thing. At least tell me where she's most ticklish!"

He had frozen in place. Of course, he hadn't thought they were talking about Wednesday.

"I swear, I will protect you from the scary, emo girl. Just tell me, please!"

He had snuck by after that. The conversation seemed too private so he had told himself that he'd stop thinking about it.

But, there he was. Thinking about it. A lot.

He drummed his fingers on his desk. Wednesday Addams? Ticklish? That did not fit at all. But then again… Enid wouldn't sound that desperate if it was false. And there was no way she would have known he was there since he made sure to stay downwind.

He sighed and turned back to the teacher. There was nothing he could do about it. He just had to focus.

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It was the end of the school day, and Xavier still couldn't stop thinking about it. In fact, he started thinking about it more.

He was in his private studio, holding his paint brush. He was all set and ready to paint, but he just stood there. Frozen.

If Wednesday was ticklish, how ticklish was she? Where would she be ticklish? And, most importantly, what did her laugh sound like?

That question had been haunting him. There was no way for him to imagine her actually laughing. He couldn't even imagine her smiling. He'd seen her smirk, but never smile.

Would her laugh be loud or quiet? Would it be squeaky or giggly? Would she snort? Would she shriek or cackle?

His mind continued to run wild as he stared at his blank canvas. He probably would've stayed like that all night, if an odd twist of irony hadn't interrupted him.

He jumped as his door creaked open. He whipped around to see the source of his spiraling mind.

"Hello, Xavier." Wednesday said, just as mellow as always. "May I accompany you while you paint?"

He stared at her for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. "Uh… you can, but I don't think there'll be much painting today." He said sheepishly, putting his paintbrush down.

"Why not?" She asked, closing the door and letting herself into his studio.

"My mind isn't…" he stared at her. "Focussing really well today."

She looked back at him. He glanced away, and looked out the window.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" She asked, walking up to him. He looked back and swallowed as her dark eyes glared at him suspiciously.

"N-No reason!" He said, taking a step back.

"I think there is a reason." She stepped closer to him. "Tell me."

"I overheard Enid talking to Thing about how you're ticklish." He blurted out. He didn't know why, Wednesday just seemed to be able to pull the truth out of anyone.

Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "What?"

He stared at her, a grin pulling at his lips. "Wait… are you actually?"

"No." She said, folding her arms. "Enid was lying."

Xavier raised his eyebrows. "I don't think Enid is capable of lying. You are, though."

Wednesday stayed silent. That was all the confirmation Xavier needed.

"You're ticklish!" He said, laughing. "You, Wednesday Addams, are ticklish!"

"No, I'm not!" She argued, taking another step back. "I have no clue how you came to that false conclusion."

"Then, I can test it out, right?"

She seemed taken aback by this question. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, then closed it again.

Xavier smirked and approached her. She backed away. Soon enough, her back hit the wall.

Her eyes widened even more as he stopped in front of her. They stared at each other, waiting for the other to act.

"I will warn you as I have warned Enid." Wednesday whispered suddenly, her eyes darkening. "If you attempt to tickle me, I will return the attack back on you. Tenfold."

Xavier paused, weighing his options. Was it worth it?

…

It definitely was.

He shot his hand out, immediately latching onto her side. He squeezed a few times and her breath caught in her throat.

She grabbed his hand, her face flushing slightly, and tried to push it away. His grin widened and he grabbed her other side while she was distracted.

An odd, gasp left her lips and she buckled slightly. Her teeth clenched as she tried to twist away.

"Xavier Thorpe, stop!" She tried to say intimidatingly. But he could hear the slightest waver in her voice.

Wednesday Addams was ticklish, confirmed.

"What was that you said?" He teased, creeping his hands up towards her ribs. "Something about you returning it to me tenfold?"

Wednesday grabbed his arms and pushed them down. Her eyes were wide as they met his own.

"I guess ribs are bad, huh?" He asked, pushing against her grip. "Good to know."

The girl inhaled sharply, as if to brace herself, and let go of his hands. He instantly took advantage of it and pinched her ribs.

What sounded like a muffled squeak left her lips. She buckled, but not before digging her own fingers into his sides.

Xavier yelped and backed away on instinct, his arms wrapping around his midsection. He looked up and felt a shiver of dread run down his spine.

Wednesday glared back at him. She stood tall, her hands poised and ready to attack. She showed no signs of ever almost laughing in the first place.

"Say your prayers, Xavier Thorpe." She said, low and menacingly, before darting at him.

Twas embarrassing to admit, but he did scream. He tried to run, but it was too late. His fate was already sealed with a black, vengeful glue.

As soon as his back was turned, hands latched onto his ribs, immediately tickling him to the ground.

He burst into laughter and kicked at her. She retaliated by kneeling onto his legs and clawing at his sides.

"WEHEHENDSDAHAHY!" He shrieked, thrashing on the ground.

"What?" She asked nonchalantly, spidering her manicured nails up his back.

"IHI'M SOHOHORRY!" He cackled out, trying to drag himself away. Unfortunately, Wednesday was heavier than she looked.

"Thank you for the apology, but I'm not stopping." She replied, digging into his armpits.

He screamed a high-pitched scream and clamped his arms to his sides. He tried to get up, but every time he was able to lift himself up, she just traced his back again and he fell back down.

"Where else are you ticklish, Mr. Thorpe?" She asked, poking at his hips.

The poor boy only shook his head, his face already red from laughing. His laughter shit up a few octaves as she pinched the back of his neck.

Her face fell into an evil smirk. "I see…" She mused, instantly spidering under his ear with one hand as the other squeezed his side. "Your neck seems especially sensitive."

He jerked away from the tingling on his neck, but she just switched to the other side. No matter how much he struggled, he could never get away.

"I am trained in many ways of torture." She said, sliding off him while continuing to torment his ribs. "Unfortunately for you and Enid, that includes tickling."

One of her hands shot down and scratched at the back of his knee. A snort flew out of his mouth as well as an ear-splitting shriek.

Wednesday flinched and her smirk turned into a massive grin. Obviously, Xavier couldn't see it cause he was too busy cackling his depressed lungs out.

"I do believe this may be your worst spots." She said, keeping the smile out of her voice. "Unusual, but sensitive nonetheless."

The artist slammed his hand on the ground as she targeted both knees, desperate for her to get the message. Luckily, she did.

She stopped tickling and stood up. Xavier fell limp and continued to giggle on the ground, his eyes closed with a few tears on his cheeks.

Wednesday couldn't help but smile endearingly down at him. This kind of state was rare to see in most people. It filled her with a kind of warmth she couldn't describe. It was the same warmth she felt after she tickled Enid to tears as well. And Eugene…

Catching herself, she forced the smile away and turned to grab the water bottle on his work bench. It did not matter what the feeling was. It was useless anyway.

She crouched next to his head and placed the bottle next to him. "I do hope you learned your lesson better than my insufferable roommate." She said after his breathing had slowed.

He sat up and took a sip of his water before looking at her, confused. "You mean Enid hasn't given up after that kind of torture?"

Wednesday sat next to him and shook her head. "She continues to persist in her attempts. I am starting to believe she enjoys tickling with how often I've had to exact revenge."

Xavier felt his face warm slightly. "That would be weird…"

"Not especially." Wednesday looked at him, her eyes unreadable. "Most humans and non-humans alike seek physical closeness with one another. And it is normal for people to enjoy laughing. If you add those concepts together, it makes a lot more sense than other activities one might enjoy."

Xavier's face flushed and he turned away, chugging from the bottle. There was no way she knew, right?

Wednesday stood back up and brushed herself off. "I must be going now. My writing time is almost here." She said with a heavy sigh.

Xavier looked back up at her. "I thought you'd want to stay here? What with your persistent roommate and all."

Wednesday shrugged and carefully walked to the door. "My writing time is important. And I'm fully prepared to torment her. Again."

Xavier stood up. "But you've only been here for five minutes?"

Wednesday turned to him, the slightest of smirks on her face as she opened the door. "Perhaps… but maybe I was looking to tickle you the whole time. I do find enjoyment in tormenting others, after all."

Xavier's face flushed a bright red. Wednesday's smirk widened and she left, the door creaking behind her as her footsteps became quiet.

Xavier stood in the middle of the studio, his body still tingling from the recent attack on his nerves. His face slowly cooled down and his eyes widened in realization.

He just gave his secret away to the most skilled tickler in the school.

He turned to his canvas and picked up his paintbrush and began to paint with a bright red

He was so screwed.

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Do you think Wednesday knows his secret?

The answer is: definitely.

I hope you enjoyed this fic and now I hope to finish what I've been trying to finish for months now.

Have a wonderful day/night and don't tickle Wednesday Addams. Or do, it's up to you. ;)