A Story About Liking Tickling. A Small, Rushed, But Hopefully Good Story. Please Enjoy. 💜

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

Tickletober Day 2: Accidental

Fandom: Lost in Space (2018)

Lee!Will, Ler!Penny and Robot(?)

Summary: While preparing for the first Halloween party at Alpha Centaury, Penny is reminded of Will's biggest weakness.

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Will was holding onto a small ledge in the wall, hanging by one hand, the other holding a homemade, sparkly, orange and purple streamer, refusing Robot's help while Penny smiled evilly from below. How did he get into this situation?

It all started with Penny banging on his ship's door.

"Will get up! We have no time for sleeping if we want to get this done!"

Will groaned as he sat up, Robot standing above him as usual.

"Are you regretting our decision to help her, too?" He asked his friend.

Robot tilted his head. "Help Penny Robinson. Promise." He stated, pointing at Will.

"Yeah, I know." Will smiled as he grabbed clothing to get ready.

Will and Robot had returned to Alpha Centaury for Penny's birthday. They brought a cool glowing rock that they discovered on a distant planet (it was safe in every way other than it being a rock). The small party of just family members had gone great. As they were laying around, Penny had jumped up saying that she wanted to throw a Halloween. She made everyone promise to help, even though no one was against the idea.

"C'mon Will! Robot got out here faster than you, slow poke!" Penny's shouting snapped Will out of his reminiscing with only one boot on. He did notice that robot was not present in the ship anymore.

"I'm here." He yawned as the door opened, letting the light of the early morning suns to wash over him, along with the impatient glare from Penny, who was tapping her foot in disappointment.

"Dude!" She grabbed his hand and started dragging him away from his house. "You wasted ten whole minutes lollygagging! We only have so long before people notice!" She shoved a box of colorful stuff in his arms. "Take these and follow me!" She then picked up her own box and briskly walked down the road.

Will rolled his eyes and followed along. "She probably took way longer to get out of her bed." He muttered, glancing to Robot.

Robot gave him the equivalent of a "shush" face as he dragged a cart full of barrels, pumpkins, and paint. He then did the equivalent of a friendly shoulder bump, which, of course, sent will stumbling away from the force. Let her be.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop complaining about the really early morning on my week off." Will chuckled, bumping him back. "Now lets catch up!"

The decorations and preparations had gone good thus far, with tables properly decorated, barrels for apple bobbing set up (why did penny need those??), the carving corner had the paper mat and trashcan along with the carving tools.

When Will had asked as they hung bats and ghosts on the ceiling with a tall ladder, why the others weren't here. Apparently, John had helped make the decorations the other night, Grant had helped her get permission to use the large meeting room and had haggled with the pumpkin farmers for cheeper prices. Maureen was currently distracting anyone awake at this ungodly hour while Judy made the baked treats. Don was making the candy with some chocolate (where did it come from? best not to ask). Debbie was doing chicken stuff.

Currently, Will was putting up the last of the decorations.

"Just don't look down!" Penny called from below. Will rolled his eyes as he balanced precariously on a ledge.

He taped the long streamer to the ceiling and shimmied a few feet further to tape it again. This was a quicker process than climbing down the ladder, moving it, then climbing up again for each taping of the streamer. Was it safe? No. Did the adventuress teens care? No. However, Robot did, which was why he was repeating "No, Will Robinson. Down." as he followed with his arms up to catch him if he fell. Penny was just following along, calling out "useful" advice.

"How would I look down?" Will called down, "my chin is plastered to the wall."

"I dunno, just don't!"

"No, Will Robinson. Down."

"I know bud," Will replied, "I just need to tape the end to this corner, than I will come down."

"I shall retrieve the ladder!" Penny anounced, walking to the corner Will was heading to and picking up the ladder. Or attempted to. She somehow knocked it over instead.

The loud CLANG startled Will, causing him to slip and fall.

Cold, Metal hands caught him around the waist, squeezing tight.

Will threw his hands over his mouth, hoping to hide his reaction, but was too late.

The high pitched yelp that echoed around the room caused Penny's rushing apologies to stop.

Will felt his face heat up as he looked down at Robot, who had loosened his hold. His head was tilted in question. Did I hurt you?

"Don't worry, big guy." Penny sauntered over, a grin taking over her face. "He's ok. Just a little ticklish, right Will?"

Will felt his blush move to his ears as he nodded. He could take the embarrassment if it let his friend know he didn't cause any harm.

There was a pause filled by Penny's snickering at his misfortune, until...

"Tih KL Sh?" Robot looked to Penny, confused.

"You don't know what 'ticklish' is?" She asked. When Robot shook his head, she attempted to explain the odd quirk the human nerves contain.

Will took this time to wriggle out of his friends grip, which had loosened after his intense reaction earlier. He managed to squirm out and onto Robot's still outstretched arms, using them like a stool to hop and grab at the ledge. He knew that at any moment, Penny was going to-

"You know what?" Penny's voice was taking a teasy tone. "It would be easier to show you. Right Will?" Her and Robot turned their heads to face him just as he lept off Robot and managed to grasp the ledge firmly with one hand. The other accidentally grabbed the still hanging streamer instead.

"No Will Robinson!" Robot tried to grab his foot, but he swung it out of reach.

"No Robot!" He copied as he did a sad half pull-up. "I am staying up here! Away from the demon you have awakened!"

"Oh, C'mon Will!" Penny called up, grinning impishly, "You're the one who keeps saying we should teach him human things!"

"Down. Will Robinson!"

"Well, not this!" Another failed attempt to get up.

"It's not like you'll mind! You always used to ask me to ti-"

"Shuhush!" Will accidentally let a few flustered giggles escape. This whole situation was honestly just silly.

"Help Will Robinson. Penny Robinson!" Penny looked to Robot, who was holding his arms out.

"Oh!" Her grin widened. "Let's do this!"

Will was attempting his newest pull-up when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. His flustered giggles turned into anticipatory ones when he saw Robot lifting Penny up like Simba, right towards him.

"Noho!" He started thrying to get purchase with his feet, but it was all for not. "Nohoho, Peehehehnnyhuhheee! DohohoHOHNHHPFFT-AAHAHA!"

He couldn't hold back the high-pitched cackles when Penny wrapped her arms around his waist and dug into his ribs.

The rough tickling without any build-up immediately made his arms shoot down and claw at the offending arms.

Robot was happy to be able to gently put the siblings down as his friend laughed and laughed in his sister's arms. Humans are silly. He watched as Will slid out of the girls grip and flopped onto the floor, his face bright red and giggling hysterically.

"Puhuhu-Pehehennyhyhee wahahaihihiHIHIHETAAHahAHAhahaA!!!"His cackling returned when Penny pounced onto him and clawed at his stomach.

"No waiting! We must educate you bulky friend how 'tickle' works!" Penny anounced. "Plus, it has been way too long since I did this!" Her hands shot up to his armpits, causing a loud shriek to escape his lungs."

Robot watched, fascinated, as his friend threw his head back, smiling wider than he had ever seen. Will's face and neck were bright red and his eyes were squeezed shut. He was kicking and bucking beneath his sister, but, Robot smiled (or did the sparkle-face equivalent), when he noticed that Will was definitely not fighting back with all his strength. It seemed Penny wasn't the only one missing their odd bonding thing.

"Now," Penny looked up at Robot, "If you wanted to so this, you would have to be veeeeryy gentle." Robot nodded. "Don't want to risk hurting someone with your tough and pointy hands." She smiled back down at her brother, who's laughter had now gone silent. "But looks like you won't het to tickle Will today." She stopped and scooted of the giggly armadillo that was her brother.

"Yohohohuhuhu suhuck!" He anounced once his giggle high left.

"Yeah, yeah," Penny stood up. "But you love me anyway." She held out her hand to help him get to his feet.

"Healthy Will Robinson?" Robot made sure.

"Yup." Will gave him two wobbly thumb ups.

"Great!" Penny clapped once. "Now let's finish getting this party ready!"

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authors note: it is here!! tumblr deleted half of this, so i had to re-type it. i hope it is still ok and that i have given other lost in space fans in the tk community good soup :)

am ace, so yes plz

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

Welcome, one and all, to the 7th Annual Tickle Fandom Bloggers Squealing Santa Extravaganza!

This year's humble host for 2022 is @hypahticklish - I am so excited to carry the torch, as well as compile the archive of seasons past. I'm also beyond excited to invite our artist friends to partake in this year's festivities!! This is my first year organizing the event and I cannot wait to see all the magic our corner of tumblr is able to create.

But enough of my shmoozing - let's get on to the main event! Here are the rules that most of you know so very well (with some tweaks for our new additions):

In order to get a peice of tickle fiction or art, you must be willing to create a new peice of tickle fiction or art for someone else.

Fics should be at least 250 words (if that sounds like a lot, don’t worry, it’s only about a page double-spaced). There is no limit if you'd like to write more!

Art should have clean, finished line art (if traditional, drawn on unlined paper and well-lit upload). There is no limit if you'd like to color or stylize more!

Works should be based on prompts given by the person you are creating for.

When you sign up, include 1-5 loose prompts - can be as simple as a fandom, a pairing, a character, a scenario, or a combination of those things (Examples of loose prompts can be found here).

Once sign-ups end, we’ll send out assignments and you’ll have until December 31st to finish your piece and send it to the person you’re creating for. In turn, your writer or artist will post a piece for you also by the end of December! No one will know who is working on whose prompts until the works are published, because surprises are fun!

Use this link right here to complete your registration to this year's exchange!

Please note that the registration is conducted via Google Forms. While we have turned all email requirements off, there's still a chance it will autofill that information if you're logged in. We'd definitely recommend filling out the survey using incognito mode just in case for that reason. Should any emails be submitted accidentally, they will not be utilized or released.

IF YOU ARE ANON: you still must include a tumblr url that we can contact you at. We promise we won’t give it out to anyone; we just will need a way to contact you over the course of the exchange!

We will send you a confirmation DM once your registration has been submitted, so if you don’t receive that, contact us! We want to make sure no one gets left out due to the survey eating submissions or something similarly dumb.

You will have until midnight PST on Saturday, November 5th to sign up! After that, sign-ups will be closed! We feel that’s enough time for us to divy up the assigments and then for you to create your piece!

Remember to have your ask box or messages open, because we’ll need to communicate with you at some point to let you know who you are writing or drawing for! Assignments will go out approximately ten days after registration closes.

We hope you can join the event this year and have a blast! Until then, we’ll be waiting for you all to sign up!

help my mutual out!!

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Yep, commissions alert

Here the link for the Boosty also

by the fire (neji + rock lee) (platonic)

summary: it’s too cold outside to do anything, and lee’s bored. thankfully, neji is there.

requested: yes/no

fandom: naruto

warnings: this is a SFW fic, and contains tickling. all platonic, please don’t tag as ship

w/c: 1.1k

“I feel like the wind is taunting me,” Lee muttered, watching the snow twirl and dance in the winds from outside his window.

“Probably is,” Neji scoffed quietly, glaring up from his book, giving a slight shrug at Lee’s offended gasp. “It was a metaphor, don’t jinx it!” He huffed, tracing his fingertips against the fogged up window.

It was cold, really cold. “Why is there this much snow in the Land of Fire? Doesn’t that ruin the whole point?” Lee whined, moving to sit on the window sill.

When his back touched the frosty class, he jumped off with a surprised yelp. “Cold!” He cried, returning to sit near the fireplace of his living room.

“No shit it’s cold, it’s winter.” Neji rolled his eyes, not taking his gaze off his novel. “You’re cruel,” Lee grumbled, going up to sit next to his friend.

Keep reading

For that last reblog you did on my newest fic:

I SLEEP ALL DAY! I do not require sleep at night. That is what a koala does. 😤

(love ya)

What about when you have plans all day?.????? Like today?.!? ?? You dumb fluff

Let's talk about Piper and Jason

More specifically, that Jason is ABSOLUTELY definitely losing to Piper~

Why you do this to me!??!?!? Gosh darn it Ko!

Ok, this ‘‘twas adorable!,!!!

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. ;)

Hear me out:

Tyson’s relationship with the other Cyclopes is similar to mob with the body improvement club! (At least when they aren’t at war)

Like, when they are in the forge building stuff, the more senior Cyclopes will give him pointers and help him out enthusiastically.

When he made the shield-watch for Percy, all the others cheered and celebrated when he did it, clapping him on the back and looking at it. They were impressed by how he managed to make something so strong inside a small watch.

Idk, I just thought this idea was cute, and Tyson deserves happiness :)

I didn't think about such a similarity… But it's so convincing!

I love this concept, Tyson is the best boy, he actually deserves recognition!!