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covenofwives · 2 years

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Feather Menace

There's a real feather menace running around the DSMP but Foolish has all the evidence he needs to crack this case. And serve out an acceptable punishment.

This fic only exists because of @fluffallamaful :) Everyone say "thank you Llama" after you've finished reading the fic :) And what a treat that it gets properly finished on our friendiversary! :D

Warnings: There's a lot of intense tickling in this fic, especially with feet tickles. I know some people aren't comfortable with that so please read only if you feel comfortable doing so.

Please Enjoy!

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Foolish wasn’t sure what to call his alliance with Dream. Even the word ‘alliance’ seemed like a stretch. Dream would come with a list of projects he wanted done and Foolish would give a list of blocks and materials he needed to build it. Foolish would build for Dream and Dream would give Foolish…something. The something hadn’t really been worked out yet, but Dream promised a big payout and Foolish didn’t want trouble coming to his Summer Home, so he’d build for Dream and keep note of what payment was owed.

Dream was fast at gathering materials needed. Sometimes, depending on how big the project was, Dream would be back on the same day with everything, so Foolish made a few chests for Dream to dump stuff in to and Foolish would collect it all before starting his builds.

Usually the golden shark wouldn’t bother checking over the materials. Dream had never been wrong before and he pulled out the blocks out without looking over them. But then Foolish noticed it. Dream hadn’t missed any blocks or materials, but he added a random item.

A feather. A singular white feather lay at the bottom of the chest, covered in all the building materials.

At first Foolish didn’t think much of it. He assumed it was a mistake. Dream must have just accidentally put the feather in because it was in his inventory when he was emptying it all out. But then it happened again. And again. Every time Dream came and emptied his inventory, he left one feather in the chest.

Foolish started to collect them. The first feather he kept without thought. He placed out of the way and got on with his building. When the next feather popped up he placed it with the first, just cause it was easy. Now there was over 20 of the things, practically filling up their own chest in Foolish’s Summer Home.

Dream had to have been doing it on purpose. He did just come out from nearly a whole year in prison so maybe he wasn’t in the right state of mind or feathers were used as a code for something but it had to have been on purpose at least.

Partly driven to not look like a fool, the Demi-God refused to ask Dream to elaborate. Instead he made a plan to confirm in his mind if Dream knew he was doing it or not.

During one of the drop off, Foolish managed to catch Dream as he was loading up the chest. They exchanged peasantries and Foolish made sure he was stood beside Dream as he was loading it all in. He watched all the blocks fall into the chest, and then he saw it. The feather fell into the chest so casually and calmly. Dream must have not seen it, already closing the chest and giving a smile to Foolish.

“All done. You don’t have to start the build today. Tomorrow is good.” Dream spoke so calmly, cementing the idea more in Foolish’s head that he just didn’t realise.

What Dream was doing with a feather always in his inventory, that wasn’t for Foolish to ponder, but he was going to at least get confirmation on it.

“Maybe you want to double check over the materials there. Something looks off about them.”

It was a simple enough excuse, and it worked. Dream looked puzzled for a moment but he honoured Foolish’s request. He stepped back to the chest, looking in over the materials again. It was buried under a few of the blocks but the fluffy edges of the feather were sticking out clearly. He surely saw them.

“Hmm… Nope. You’ve got everything you need.” Dream closed the chest, giving a wide smile to Foolish. “Everything looks in order. Do you think you need extra?”

Foolish was unsure how to respond. He was practically stunned, blinking as his words tried to catch up with his mouth. “Uh… No just thought… Thought you put in some extra stuff.”

“Is there another problem?” Dream asked innocently.

“Uh…n-no. No…” Foolish fumbled. In honesty there wasn’t anything wrong with it. What was he supposed to say? ‘Stop leaving feathers behind’ was probably making too big a deal out of it. It wasn’t harming anything. “Guess I just wanted to double check.”

Dream smiled wider than Foolish had ever seen and left.

Well it didn’t really answer any questions but it was acknowledged between them at least. Maybe that was enough to bring it to Dream’s attention. Maybe the feathers would stop.

The feathers did not stop. The feathers actually increased. In the few days that follow Dream left more feathers. Soon he was leaving two at a time, and then three, and then four.

One night Foolish walked by the chests he’d left out for Dream to use and seeing they were full. He just wanted to check what blocks were left and Foolish opened it up. One chest was full of the blocks needed, and the other was full of feathers. If Foolish added in the feathers he already had, the chest would have been filled to the brim.

That had to be a message. Foolish didn’t know what the message was, but it was a message. Dream was messing with him and Foolish needed to retaliate.

Dream hadn’t planned for this feather thing to go as far as it did, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t fun.

In all honesty the first time Dream left the feather behind it was an accident. He had killed a chicken on the way to the Summer Home for food and the feather slipped into his inventory. It then fell into the chest without thinking when Dream was emptying out all the blocks, and when Dream went back to pick it up he saw Foolish looking over the feather. He was inspecting it in his hands, twirling it around slowly between his fingers. Dream was too confused in watching the scene so he never said anything to make his presence known. Instead he watched as Foolish ran the fluffy feather along his palm, and his golden cheeks lit up brighter with his golden blush as his hand tingled and palm closed.

Dream left quickly before he was seen, but the scene stuck in his head and a smile formed along his lips.

So the tall, powerful Demi-God was feather sensitive. Not only that, but he was intrigued. His first response with the feather was to see how soft it was. To see how much it tickled. Dream could privately admit he was feather sensitive himself, but something about Foolish’s reaction was too cute to not push further.

So Dream left a feather every time, and watched Foolish’s confused reaction each time. He expected Foolish to point it out sooner, but thankfully the shark wasn’t so direct so Dream got to continue his fun game. And he started adding more to it. He added in two and then three feathers each time. He was pretty sure the chicken population in the whole SMP knew and were warned about him, but Dream was pretty sure he’d given at least a hundred feathers now.

It was still too fun seeing Foolish’s confused reaction and subtle blush at each of the feathers and if Dream had his way, it wouldn’t be stopping any time soon.

Dream made his way over to the Summer Home now with an inventory full of the blocks Foolish needed, and five feathers in his back pockets. He felt it made it a little too obvious with the chest full of feathers last time, so back to a few feathers it was.

Dream filled up the chest left for him, carefully putting in the feathers. He was sad Foolish didn’t seem to be around, but that was fine. Just as Dream turned to leave, he saw another chest placed a bit further off with a sign on the front.

Curiosity pulled Dream forward, at least to read the signs.

‘For Dream. A little gift for all the hard work you’ve been putting in. From Foolish :D’

Dream was equally surprised and cautious. He didn’t think Foolish was the kind to leave gifts, but then again he didn’t know the Demi-God that well. While keeping in mind the possibility of a trap, Dream cautiously approached the chest and opened it.

He wasn’t sure what to expect in the chest, but Dream didn’t think it would be the chest full of feathers. He was pretty sure it looked fuller, with the feathers nearly overflowing out of the chest now.

Just before Dream could consider the siltation completely, he was suddenly pushed forward. A strong push on his back as something tripped his ankles and Dream fell forward into the chest.

The chest wasn’t big enough to fully fit Dream in it, but when he was falling forward in a panic through the seemingly endless fluffy feathers, the chest felt bottomless. He managed to catch his hand on on the edge of the chest, and attempted to turn. His legs kicked and tried to gain footing. He tried turning himself around, but it difficult to manoeuvre himself when he was buried in feathers, and all of them brushed along his face and tucking into his hoodie.

Dream pursed his lips to hold in his giggle. The feathers were starting to tickle but with freedom so close Dream forced himself to push out the electric tingling and power through. He grasped onto the edge of chest, and pulled himself back up, only to be knocked back down as the lid of the chest shut on his back.

“Ack!” Dream fumbled back into the chest. It didn’t hurt but the slam on his back was sudden and caught him by surprise. He flailed now, which was not helping the tickling along his neck and face, and turned himself over the in the chest. He pushed through the white fluffy feathers, clearing them off their face and looking up to see the golden shark himself, grinning wildly.

“F-Fohoolish?!”

“You like my gift!” Foolish beamed and brought one of his hands up. He held a singular feather and you’d think being buried in feathers wouldn’t make it so scary, but something about it and the wide grin on Foolish’s face was setting off Dream’s flight or fight instinct.

“Whahat is thihis?”

“Evidence collecting.” Foolish waved the feather in his fingers. “We’ve got a feather menace around this server. I’ve just been gathering up all the pieces to solve this case.”

“And wh-why am ihi in h-hehere?” Dream tried to push up against the lid of the chest and was met with resistance. He expected as much but it was worth a shot.

“Well I have to show off the evidence somehow.” Foolish answered like it was the most obvious thing.

“S-Soho why aham I in the chehest?” Dream couldn’t help giggling at Foolish’s silly mood. His smile was infectious. Innocent but mischievous, but then again it was hard to tell when Foolish was just being goofy and silly or actually planning something.

“Well you can certainly see the evidence can’t you?”

The lid of the chest pressed down just a bit, starting to really trap Dream’s legs. Foolish had pulled his hands away though so something had to have been placed on it, keeping him there. Dream didn’t really feel trapped until he felt Foolish grab around his ankle, then he jolted himself up. He couldn’t push the chest open but at least he could still see Foolish though the gap.

“Wh-Wha-hahat ahare you d-doing?”

“I mean I have all these feathers, gotta use them for something.” Foolish half shrugged. With one hand still holding Dream’s ankle, the other got to work slowly untying the laces from Dream’s boots.

“WAHAHAIHIT!” Dream tried to push himself up, but it was awkward with limited space and the lid still not budging. The feathers crawling in his hoodie only heightened his nervousness too. “L-Lihisten! Ohokay! It was mehehe! Ihihi gahave you th-the feheathers ahas a johoke!”

“Oh I know that.” Foolish nodded. “That was easy to find out. But I had to take a moment to figure out the why. And it seemed pretty obvious.” Foolish had carried on unlacing Dream’s boots even as he spoke. Now with them fully undone the boot easily slipped off. “You want me to use the feathers on you.”

Dream knew he was in danger when his boot was being undone, but having it confirmed suddenly made the feathers brushing along his cheek shudder and tickle more. Almost like they were giggling at him.

“N-Noho! Nooo! Th-Thahat is juhust n-nohot truhue!”

“Well why else would you give me all these wonderful feathers to use?” Foolish grinned. “It took me a while to get your message but I hear you loud and clear.”

“Yohou dohoho NOHOT!” Dream tried kicking out his other leg, only to get it caught with Foolish hooking his arm around it. “WAHAIHIT! J-Juhust th-thihihink ahabout thihis!”

Apparently Foolish didn’t need to think about it anymore. The fluffy ends of the feather brushed against Dream’s foot. It didn’t even make a full swipe along his foot before Dream jumped. He hit the top of the chest with a mix between a whine and barking laugh. It didn’t tickle that much. Foolish made the touch so light he could barely feel it, but he wiggled and jumped and the feathers in his hoodie did all the work for Foolish.

“Fohohohoohossssh!”

The golden shark rolled the feather between his fingers, fluttering it up and down Dream’s sole. It barely touched his skin and somehow that was worse than it fully pressed against him. “FOhohOHOHOLihiIHISH! Stahahap! D-DohoHOhoHOHOn’t-!” He banged his fist on the top of the chest. There was an annoying feather lodged into his armpit, wiggling just the right way to make him squeal with laughter. “FOHOHOHOSH! Stahahap t-tihIHIHICKLING MEHEHehehe lihihike thahahahat!”

“Oh, like this?” Foolish twisted the feather again, grinning at Dream’s laughter. “Sorry, I don’t know how you like being tickled here. Maybe like this.”

Foolish flipped the feather so the fluffy point of it dragged up and down Dream’s foot, flicking over the heel and swiping over his toes.

“OHOHOHO f-fuHUHUhuCK!” Dream arched his back, beating his hands into the chest’s walls. “FoHOHOhohoHolihihish!”

“Sorry, is this not good either, what about this one?”

Foolish ran the feather back and forth over Dream’s foot, starting at his toes and working his way down. The feather swiped over Dream’s arch, exactly where Dream did not want it to go.

The jump Dream did he swear lifted the chest up off the ground. His words came out in jumbled pleas, between his gasping breaths and harsh laughter.

“W-WahahaHAHahAHIT! WAHAHAHAIHIHIT!”

Foolish did stop, but even when Dream got a singular moment free from the tickling along his foot, the feathers inside the chest burrowed under his clothes, flicking and swiping along his armpits and tummy.

“Ohoho mihiy gohod!” Foolish squeaked with delight. “Yohou wehent insahane!” He nearly doubled over in laughter, struggling to breath between his squeaky giggles.

“P-Pleheahase! Fohoholihish! Juhust-Juhust ohopen the chehehest!” Dream quickly realised the more he moved, the more he shook the feathers. He tired to still himself but it was hard when all his wiggling before placed some of the feathers in the worst spots and they were determined to remind Dream of their position.

“But I can’t use all the feathers without the chest!” Foolish explained, his expression crestfallen as though he hadn’t just made the cruellest torture device known to man. “I don’t have extra arms like XD. Maybe I should have asked him for help with this, huh?”

Dream could feel his face turn red. He’d die of embarrassment if XD caught him like this. Somehow he didn’t want this to be their first meeting out of prison.

“I will need to do something about your feet though. I have to make sure I can get both of them.”

“B-BOHOTH?! Wahait wahaihit! WAHAIT!”

Foolish didn’t hear him, deliberately tuning him out as he started unlacing Dream’s second boot. The blonde runner tried to jump up again, but even the littlest of movements set the feathers off. Wiggling and fluttering inside his clothes. One fluttered down his chest to his stomach. It wiggled too close to the edge of his bellybutton and Dream arched his back with a barking laugh. That proved worse as the feather just tucked further into his bellybutton, and it left him completely unaware to his other boot being taken off, and now both his feet were tied together by the ankle.

Dream tried pulling against the ropes, but they gave no slack. His feet were completely stuck, only allowing for slight wiggling and maybe shuffling one of his feet to try and protect the other.

“Oh this is perfect! Now your arches are lined up perfectly for the feather!” Foolish giggled. Dream was no longer sure if Foolish was putting on this overly excited act, or if he genuinely thought he was helping Dream.

“P-Pleheahase! F-Fohohosh, juhust lehehet mehehe gohoho…”

“Hmm…nope!” Foolish shook his head. “If you want me to use the full feather experience then I gotta get both feet lined up.”

“I dohon’t wahant that!” Dream managed to find a perfect position not to disturb the feathers so much. There was still that one positioned far too perfectly by his belly button but Dream couldn’t move it or the one in his armpits would flutter and then he’d set off again.

“You have to! Why else would you give me all these wonderful feathers to use.”

“Ihit wahas j-just a johoke! Okahay?”

“Oh no-one goes this far for a joke! You must have wanted this a least a little bit, hmm?” Foolish’s voice went high pitched on his hum.

Dream whined in frustration, which turned into a yelp when Foolish raised the feather again. “W-Wahait! Juhust wahait!”

“Time for your ticklesssss.” The golden shark cackled, and brought the feather to Dream’s trapped foot.

He was merciful, at least, and he didn’t go right for the arches. Instead he did as he had before, flicking the feather back and forth over his foot while he went up and down. The tickling was bad enough, but Dream’s nerves came alive when the feather brushed along his arch. When it reached the end of his foot, Foolish ran it down the other foot in the same pattern.

Dream’s plan of keeping still was out the window when the tickling started. He tried his best, but his instincts kicked in and he was wriggling and struggling in the chest again. The feather at his bellybutton wiggled right in. The one in his armpit had fallen, but now it was making a slow fall down his ribs, brushing past each bone. Whenever Dream tried to remove a feather, another took it’s place, or fluttered against his face, or the feather dancing across his heels would send another shock wave through him and short circuit his brain.

Dream tried to plead, but every word was lost in his laughter, and Foolish only response was a high pitched taunt and coo over how much Dream was loving his feathers.

The feather made a path over both of Dream’s arches and the blonde lost it. He jumped again, battering his fists against the chest and trying in vain to pull his legs back.

“FOHOHOHOLIHIHISH! PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASE! IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!!!”

“Awww you’re just LOVING your tickles!” Foolish cooed. “I think your ready for your next surprise!”

Dream couldn’t hear Foolish by this point. His laughter echoed in the chest and there was a feather swishing by his ear preventing him from hearing a thing properly. He only knew something was happening when the tickling stopped. He still giggled and squirmed as the feathers inside his top shook but he was calm enough to realise Foolish had stopped. He couldn’t really get a good look on the Demi-God though. The only thing he could see was Foolish raised up another feather, and the tickling started again. But this time his arches were being attacked at the same time.

Dream thought one feather was bad enough, but both his feet being feathered at the same time was too overwhelming. Especially on his worst spot. He started laughing again, and pleading, though it was less with words and more just a jumble of sounds and letters. The pleading wasn’t even specifically pleading. The idea that there was a person causing this tickling nightmare wasn’t a concept he could fathom anymore. Every electric shock in his brain was just telling him ‘IT TICKLES’ and ‘ESCAPE’.

Dream jumped again, shaking the chest he was in. The feathers tickling him inside his chest were a minor problem to the fluttering along his arches. He jumped up again and this time the chest moved with him. It fell back down awkwardly, landing on it’s corner and toppling over on it’s side.

Foolish jumped back to avoid the chest hitting him, but it knocked off the cobblestone on top of the chest and the lid went flying open.

Dream poured out of the chest with all the feathers. The moment he felt himself on solid ground, and the tickling stopped, he yanked his legs up and quickly untied his ankles before rolling out of the pile of feathers and shaking out all the one still sticking into his clothes.

“Did I go too far?”

Dream’s head snapped to Foolish, who had noticeably taken a few steps back. A nervous smile tugged at his face, and his eyes were darting back and forth, trying to keep an eye on Dream but also watch for an exit.

“You’re dead.” Dream said calmly and stood up.

“N-Nohowh hold on!” A nervous giggle escaped the golden shark, and he backed up, throwing up his hands in some defence. “You started it!”

“And I’ll finish it if you don’t start running!” Dream made a grab for his boots. “You’re dead!”

Foolish quickly ran, giggling all the while as he pleaded for mercy. He summoned a trident and made a jump for the water. Dream followed after him, summoning his own trident. Of course he was a bit behind as he had to quickly lace up his boots and grab a pocketful of feathers.

It wouldn’t be enough to enact his revenge, but it was a start.

#llamas lee dream month #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #lee!dream #ler!foolish #covenofwords

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guesswho873 · 1 year

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Hi! I hope ur having a great day or night could you do, lee ranboo and ler foolish (art) no pressure and bye bye!!

now i think about it, i never drawn foolish..

well that changes today

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #gwho?art #lee!ranboo #ler!foolish

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fluffallamaful · 1 year

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concept (irl):

karl wedged between sap and foolish in a cuddle pile on the couch. sap and foosh trying to convince karl to cling to the other so that they have the tiniest bit more space. they use tickles to do so

karl clings to foolish when he feels sap scuttle fingies up his sides, and then immediate squeaks and flees to sap when foolish starts fluttering his own fingers over his neck. he’s trapped between too sleepy tickle monsters with nowhere to go 🥺

#llamas concepts #lee!karl #ler!sapnap #ler!foolish

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kasey-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Installment one of my new series

The tales of lee Punz

Punz wiggled beneath foolish wildy as cackles practically flew out his mouth, Foolish nodded and smiled happily with satisfaction.

“FOHOHLLIHIHSSSHH NAHAHAA NOHOHO YOOUUU DUUHUMMYY NOHOTT THEREHEHE!”

Foolish snickered as he continued zeroing in on Punz’s bottommost ribs right above his sides

“Oh not here? Well you should’ve thought about that before taking the last chicken wing”

Punz twisted and writhed beneath foolish but foolish has many years of practice both being the one pinned down and being the pinner seeing as he’s a middle sibling where as Punz being the youngest is really only used to being pinned down and so all his attempts at escape were futile as foolish knew just how to counter act it

“NAHAHHA STAHHAPP IHITT LEHETT MEEHEHE GOHOHOHO!”

Foolish shook his head as he scoffed

“Oh no you’re not getting off that easy, we’re staying here until you apologize for eating my last wing and agree to buy me more”

Punz shakes his head as he manages an are you crazy look at foolish through his crazy laughter

“WHAT NOHOHO WAHHAYYY WEHEHELLL LIHIHTEHERRHAHALLYY WEHEHERREE SHAHARIHIHNNGG THEHEMM IHI AHHAMM NOHOTT AHAHAPOHOLLOOHOGGIHIZZHIHNNGGG AHAHANDD DEHEHEFDIHIHINNIHITTTLLEHEJEYYY NOHOTT BUHUYYYIHINNNGG YOOUU MOHORRHEHE WIHINNGSS”

Foolish rolls his eyes a fire in them as he moves to Punz’s middle ribs, hearing his laughter die ever so slightly he moves to try the area where his ribs stick out just above his stomach. He is quickly rewarded with a squeak and revitalized laughter, Punz’s laugh now more high pitched as foolish precisely pinched lightly at the bones

“Punz, there’s this saying that when you share food, it’s polite to offer the last one to that person.”

Punz shakes his head through his wild laughter still trying to sass despite being so lost in his laughter

“EEK NAHHA FOHOHOLLIHISSHH SHIHIZZZ IHIHI DOHONNTT CAHAHRRRHEHE”

Foolish grinned sticking his tongue to his cheek as he nodded his head quickly deciding to move spots again at Punz’s little sass back

“Oh yea this is a golden spot, but I can’t stay on one spot forever now can I? So what do you say we move to your top ribs hmm? That sound good?”

Punz shakes his head his eyes widening with anticipation and fear as well as excitement

“NONONOHOHOHOH FOHOHOLLLUHIHSSSHH STAHHAYY AHAHWWWHAHAYYY FROHOMM THEEHERRHEHE IHIHI WIHIHILLL MUHUHURRRDDEHEERRR YOOUUU”

Foolish shrugs nonchalantly

“Yea yea whatever the risk of death is worth it but also hello did you forget I can just turn my ticklishness off? Boy I bet right now you’re wishing you could do that aren’t you?”

Punz didn’t even have time to try to answer before a squeal left his mouth and his squirming increased as foolish began targeting his top most ribs

“EEP NAHAHHAHA BROHOHOO NOHOHOHO GEHEHETTT OHOFFF OHOFF THEHHEERRREHEHHE!”

Foolish laughed his laugh quickly turning to his hiccupy squeaky laugh, commonly referred to as his windex laugh causing him to pause the tickling to recollect himself for a good moment or two before finally being able to speak

“Did you just squeak?!”

Punz blushed a light red as he rolled his eyes

“You say that as if you weren’t literally just squeak laughing for like a ten seconds straight mr windex bottle”

Foolish’s facial expression steeled before he grinned shaking his head

“Oh you are so done for, you are apologizing and you are buying me more wings”

He wastes no time scribbling all up and down Punz’s ribs and even sneaking a few scribbles onto ribs right above his stomach, but then he smirks going right back to his top most ribs as he noticed Punz’s laughter had gotten increasingly frantic. He pauses for the last time his fingers dangerously resting on that spot just above Punz’s ribs but just below his armpits

“Oh what’s this another little gold mine? Hmm such a tiny little spot but it seems to be very ticklish… Tell me Punz… is it?”

Punz is panting lightly as he giggles residually using the last bit of his sass to say

“Lihihikkehehe… ihihiddd ehehevveerr… tehell your dumb butt”

Yep that was it he was done for, foolish gasped and then scoffed shaking his head

“Alright well looks like instead of being at risk of being the victim of a murder I’m instead gonna be ask risk of being the murderer”

He quickly got to work his thumbs scirbbling at the area just below Punz’s armpits and just above his ribs, his other fingers working to reach as many of his top ribs as he could scribbling away at them as well,Punz shrieked his laughter coming out in near screams as he thrashed beneath foolish

“AEEH AHAHAHAHA AHAHHA AAHH HAHAHAHHAHAHAH NOHOHO NAHAHHAHAHAHA SHIHIZZZ OHOHOKKAHHAAYYY IHIHIMMM SOHOOHORREYYYY!”

Foolish nodded an eyebrow raised

“And?”

Punz mentally groaned

“AHAHNNDDD IHIHILLL BUUHUYYY YOOUUU MOHORRHEHE WIHIHINGGGSSS”

Foolish smiled completely satisfied getting off Punz and simply sitting beside him as he giggled residually and panted

“Thank you now was that so hard?”

Punz waited til his giggles stopped before sitting up and glaring at foolish

“Yes”

Foolish tasked an eyebrow again sending a quick jab to Punz’s lowest ribs making him squeak and jolt back quickly changing his answer

“EEK! NO! Nono it wasn’t that hard!”

Foolish smirked and chuckled clapping his hands and rubbing them together

“That’s what I thought, now come on I’m practically starved from tickling you let’s get those wings ordered”

Punz rolled his eyes as the two got up from the floor and went off for Punz to order the wings

The end

#lee!Punz #ler!Foolish #The tales of lee Punz #installment one

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tickletastic · 2 years

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Lee!sapnap, ler!foolish & tina maybe?

"There are way too many 'bros' in this room right now," Karl groans, begrudgingly turning on Fight Club, as per request of more than half the room. "I cannot be the only one that wants to watch the new Top Gun."

"Yaknow, moustaches just aren't really my thing," Foolish shrugs, flopping down next to Sapnap with a bowl of popcorn in his lap. When Sapnap digs his hand into the bowl and stuffs his face with an entire handful, Foolish swats him, "hey!"

"What?" Sapnap laughs, mouth full.

"Dude," Punz scrunches up his nose, "gross."

"What's gross is the lack of appreciation for Miles Teller's abs," Karl sighs under his breath.

Sapnap throws a piece of popcorn at the back of Karl's head, "quit being a baby."

Karl just rolls his eyes before settling down under a blanket next to Punz, the two of them sharing the smaller of the two couches.

Sapnap fidgets from the very beginning of the movie, energy swelling while they watch. He goes from bouncing his leg to tapping it, and from tapping his leg to humming a tune that's just barely audible.

Unconsciously, Tina places her hand on Sapnap's, which is stationery on his lap. She absentmindedly traces shapes on his thighs, humming a different song along with him.

Sapnap's focus on the movie slips away as he bites hard on his lip, trying not to twitch away from Tina. When he finger strays a little closer to his inner thigh, he makes a squeak in the back of his throat. It's loud enough for Tina and Foolish to hear on either side of him, but not loud enough to reach Punz and Karl.

"Ohh, Sappynappy," Tina teases in a whisper, "I forgot that you were ticklish."

Sapnap blushes, stopping her hand with his. "Barely," he scoffs.

Tina spares a glance at Foolish, and they wordlessly communicate in a way that Sapnap misses in his attempts to refocus on the movie.

Foolish wraps his arms around Sapnap's waist, grabbing the hand away that covers Tina's. He wiggles his fingers where they land on Sapnap's sides, and Tina starts pinching his thighs.

Sapnap squeezes his eyes shut as hard as he can in an attempt to stifle the giggles that quickly fails when Tina squeezes a sensitive spot.

"Hehey!" He giggles, pushing on Foolish's arms. "Fuhuhuck ohohoff!"

Punz and Karl remain focused on the TV, used to the usual shenanigans. Karl blindly throws back the popcorn kernel that Sapnap had thrown at him earlier, getting Foolish's attention. "Go for his armpits!"

"No no no no no- FUHUHUCK!" Sapnap screams.

Karl just laughs, looking at Punz, "next time we're watching Top Gun."

#dsmp #sapnap #punz #tinakitten #karl jacobs #foolish gamers #lee!sapnap #ticklish!sapnap #ler!tina #ler!foolish #anon #ask #prompt

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azuregiggles · 2 years

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foosh tkled karl 🥹 it’s like at 1:35:50 on tinas bday stream

Are you referring to this? /gen

The little whispering in the ear

#words of azure #mcyt tickle #lee!karl #ler!foolish #azure clips

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someone1348 · 2 years

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Can I get foolish and sapnap?

Absolutely Kasey! :] @kasey-writes-stuff

Lee and Ler Foosh and Sappy for the win!

Lee!Foolish:

-He's so ticklish oh my gosh! Like a simple poke to his side causes him to jump 50 feet in the air! This man's nervous system works overtime to make him this ticklish!

-Big strong man being taken down by a few pokes, how adorable!

-His laughter is always high pitched and hiccupy and it's so adorable no matter where you tickle him, his worst spot or melt spot either way its the same just different volumes

-"AEHEHEYE!"

-He's got a habit of constantly repeating "It Tickles" when he's being tickled because that's all that's going on in his brain when it happens and it's so freaking cute!

-He's also gained a habit of covering his face when he's being tickled, it's a habit all of the boys are trying to get him to break we all want to see his beautiful smile! /p

-He can either ask or not, it depends on how intense the lee mood is and who he's talking to!

-His biceps are ticklish (Someone had to say it! They so are! /hj /lh /pos)

-He's also got ticklish ears, I feel it!

-Stan Foolish Honestly!

Ler!Foolish:

-STRONG, STRONG, STRONG, BIG MSCULES

-He will absolutely 1000% pull any lee into his lap/use his strength to his advantage! Whenever he gets the chance to and just tickle tickle tickle alll over there tickle spots!

-He loves a chase and is always up for a challenge, he will definitely push his Lee in the right direction just to make it more fun/better for them!

-He's never afraid of revenge if anything you should be the one running if you try to get him first and think that nothing will happen! /j /pos /lh

-He's a tickle monster for sure! He's practically a human shark already! He's going to pull out all of the stops to make it tickle the most for his Lee!

-He loves making Lee's blush and seeing their different reactions and trying new things

-He's a very fun ler! But can be ruthless without meaning to be at times, I suggest a code word for him for safety measures so it's fun for everyone!

Now time for SappyNap!!!

Lee!Sapnap:

-He's a nervous giggler!/giggler in general! He giggles a loot in a Lee mood, it's clear to tell when he's in one because of how much he giggles! Freaking Gigglenap over here! So adorable!

-He's a less of a fighter and more of a blocker when it comes to being tickled but he's a walking tickle spot too so hiding his spots doesn't really help, but hey that won't stop him from trying!

-He's got a ticklish chest! I just wanted to point it out! It's so cute!

-I feel like his ribs are pretty bad too considering the clip of Ler!Punz and Lee!Sapnap we got blessed with the other day!

-He won't admit it but when his Lee mood is really really bad his stomach becomes a lot more ticklish than it normally would be, hense why our sweetie pies got the giggles so often!

-Karl found that out himself, it was a great discovery that he immediately told everyone about in a group chat ^^

-He's so sassy and stubborn when he's Lee it's so fun

-He loves provoking others too that's a big one! He won't ever admit it! That he wants tickles!

-We Love Lee Sapnap/Sapnap in general just saying!

Ler!Sapnap:

-HE IS SO TEASEY OMG!

-And Fast like?! He won the Mr Beast tag video sooo if you start a chase with him be prepared to be found and tickled one way or the other!

-His teases vary from teasy tones, to baby talk and even wiggling fingers, they differ depending on the Lee and what they prefer!

-He absolutely 10000% laughs along with his Lee! The sound of their laughter is infectious to him and he adores it so much he can't help but giggle along too!

-He likes skittering his fingers along someone's tickle spots and going "Tickletickletickletickle"

-He's a sucker for tickle games like arms up or truth or tickle honestly anything that involves him getting to wreck someone he's in!

-Him and the others have a competition sometimes for who's the best ler and he plans to keep his crown!

-He gives certain looks at his Lee/Lee's when he's about to get them!

-He's a great tickle monster and plays the role perfectly!

-Honestly more of a Ler-Lean in my opinion but still so freaking adorable!!

-Stan Sapnap!!

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These were so much fun I hope you all enjoyedd Goodnight everyone I am crashing! Sleep well my friends! Take care of yourself and have a great day! You truly deserve it!

-K :]

#k's headcannons #lee!foolish #ler!foolish #lee!sapnap #ler!sapnap

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thunder-at-dawn · 2 years

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Yearning

word count: 2,311

summary: sometimes, you don’t realize how much you miss something until it’s right in front of you.

this fic is a bit different then my usual ones! i played around with my writing style, and it’s pretty much half tickle fic, half me exploring characterization stuff. it’s a tad bit messy but whatever. anyways i haven’t written any eternalduo fics since last year, and that is too much time for me to not write about them. enjoy! :D

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

extra notes: this fic takes place a couple of days after c!foolish joined the smp, in january of 2021. also, this fic is platonic. if you tag this as romantic i will fight you in a denny’s parking lot at 3am /neg

Foolish didn’t think he would ever see her again. And he still hasn’t, in a way.

When the totem of death had met Eret, she was a powerful being. She could defeat anyone in battle, yet still had the most relaxed, carefree, whimsical personality out of anyone that he had ever met. It was a perfect balance of light and darkness.

When the totem of life had met Eret, she was frantic. Uptight. Cautious. And he didn’t really blame her. She was a king, after all.

He just wondered what had made her this way.

So, here he was, in her castle, wandering and looking for the royal. Foolish wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to speak to Eret. He didn’t even know what he was going to talk about. He just… yearned for her, supposedly.

Some familiar humming could be heard around the corner, and Foolish saw the door to the castle library wide open. Taking a peek inside, he could see Eret walking amongst the bookshelves, a stack of books in her arms. It didn’t take long for her to spot him.

“Foolish?” She questioned.

“…Eret!” He said, stepping inside the room. “Uh, are you busy?”

“Not really. What’s up?”

Foolish paused, wondering what to say next. He didn’t know why, but she seemed to not really know who he was. From her perspective, they had known each other only for a few days. But from his perspective, they had known each other for a whole lifetime.

And he wasn’t sure if “We were best friends years ago and fought against monsters along with a wither cult together, except you don’t seem to remember it or me at all” was the best conversation starter.

“I just… wanted to check in.” He shrugged, walking to her. “How have ya been?”

“I’ve been alright.” She nodded, giving him a soft grin. “How about you? How have you been adjusting to your arrival here?”

Instead of answering right away, a thought crossed his mind. Why was she acting so formal? It was just the two of them…

“It’s been pretty good, yeah.” He said in response.

“Can I help you with anything?” Eret wondered aloud.

“Not particularly, but… is it okay if I stay here for a little bit?” The totem asked, hoping to not intrude.

“Oh, of course!” She nodded. “My castle is a home to all who pass by. You don’t ever have to ask, Foolish.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiled as Eret turned back around.

As she went back to stacking books on the bookshelves, Foolish looked around the surrounding area. The walls were sky-high, decorated with paintings and glass mosaic windows. Yet, the library felt small, but not in a bad way. It was homey, in a sense. Multiple chairs were set around a table, an ottoman couch aligned itself against the wall, and the lit fireplace emitted warmth into the library.

Foolish sat down at the table, which had various books and papers scattered about it. “So, what exactly are you doing right now?” He asked.

“Oh, just some organizing.” Eret called back to him.

“You seem like the organizer type.” Foolish thought.

“Hm, I suppose I could be described as such.” Eret said with a light chuckle.

Wait, did he say that out loud?

“It just helps me keep my mind off of things, I guess.” She continued. “I enjoy it, it keeps myself busy.”

Foolish nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes drawn to what was on the table. He could see books open to pages about historical events, and he saw a couple of photos of people he had and hadn’t met yet. Eret walked over, giving Foolish a soft, comforting smile as she placed some books onto the table, and grabbed the ones that were already there. She turned around and started walking away, and Foolish quickly stood up to follow her.

“This castle is really big… did you build it all yourself?” He asked.

“Mostly, with a bit of assistance here and there.” Eret nodded.

She had always had a passion for building. Foolish remembered times of back in the day, when Eret would always talk about large building projects she wanted to do, but didn’t have the time for.

Even with how much she’s changed, it made him happy to see that this passion of hers had stayed the same over time.

Eret hummed to herself, quickly walking amongst the bookshelves and finding the right places to put the books in. Foolish was low-key amazed with how easily she did it, even if it was relatively simple.

“You’re quite intriguing, you know.”

Foolish looked to his friend, who was looking back at him. “…I am?” He raised an eyebrow, confused.

“You are.” Eret nodded, turning back to the shelves. “I know we only met a couple of days ago, but I felt drawn to you, if I’m being honest. I’m not really sure why… it could be your personality, or that we share similar interest in building things… I don’t know. It’s just… you’re a very interesting person, Foolish.”

Foolish kept staring, unsure what to say in response. The royal turned back to see his surprised face, her lips curling into a small, awkward grin.

“Sorry, that was very sudden. I just felt like I should say it.” She apologized.

“No! No, it’s fine! I appreciate it!” Foolish reassured. “Really, I do.”

Eret nodded. “Well, it’s true. You’re very interesting, I’ll admit.”

“…I’m not really surprised that that’s what you think. I mean, they don’t call me “Foolish “Most Interesting God Alive” Gamers” for nothing.” He joked around, knowing no one had ever called him that. The joke made Eret smile, and then it made her laugh. She shook her head, laughing softly at the other’s silly behavior.

As they stood, Foolish’s emerald eyes looked out the window, seeing the dark night sky. “Oh- wow. I didn’t realize how late it was.” He pointed out.

Eret turned, noticing the darkness as well. “Oh my. It doesn’t even feel like you’ve been here for long.” She sighed, turning back to her friend. “Well, you know what they say. Time flies when you’re having fun.”

The totem grinned, happy to know that Eret enjoyed his company.

“I should probably get going.” He said, unsure if he wanted to leave, in all honesty.

“Well, you get a good night’s rest.” She nods. “And like I said earlier, my castle is home to anyone that steps inside. You’re welcome to come and visit any time.”

“I’ll be sure to, Eret.” Foolish nodded in return, leaning forward and placing his hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, as if to say, “I’ll definitely be back.”

However, Eret let out a startled noise, stepping away and placing a hand over her mouth.

Foolish stared at her, intrigued. “What was that?” He asked.

“I- Nothing. It was nothing.” Eret said, looking away and placing one final book on it’s shelf.

“Nothing?” Foolish repeated. “It didn’t seem like nothing, it-”

Oh.

In that moment, Foolish had remembered one small, tiny detail about his friend.

And by the looks of it, it was a detail that had stayed the same about Eret, even after all these years.

“Eret?” Foolish questioned, this time, with mischievous intent that was obvious to the other.

“Foolish, I thought you said you had to get going.” Eret said with a nervous grin.

The god huffed out a breath. “You know what? You’re right. It’s getting dark. I had fun spending time with you, though.” He exclaimed, holding his hand out to Eret. She looked a bit confused at first, but slowly reached towards his hand to give him a handshake. And then…

BZZZT!

As a small spark united between them, Eret burst into giggles, pulling her hand away. “Whahat the hell?!” She asked Foolish, who held a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Gotcha!” He giggled along with her.

“That… that felt weird.” She said, looking at her own hand.

“Weird how?” Foolish smirked, knowing the answer. Eret looked up, giggling with a nervous smile on her face.

“Oh, come on, pal! You were all chatty with me earlier, and now you’re not answering my question! Kind of rude, don’t you think?” He poked at her side a couple of times, watching her flinch and squirm away.

“Fohoolihish-” She snickered, returning to covering her mouth with her hand. She felt the other’s hands wrap around her torso and squeeze at her sides, and she didn’t have time to properly think before her body went limp like jello.

“Oh goHOD!” Eret melted in his hold, uncovering her mouth and letting her laughter flow free.

“Awww, there’s that smile!” Foolish cooed, squeezing up and down and up and down again. He noticed that Eret was losing balance, so he slowly lowered her to the ground, following her down and continuing his playful attack.

“You’re not even fighting back!” Foolish noted out loud, to which his friend let out an embarrassed, giggly whine into his chest. While keeping one hand squeezing away at her side, he surprised her by using her other hand to scribble at her stomach. Eret let out a sudden squeal, her squirming increasing almost instantly. She continued to laugh until she grabbed onto Foolish’s wrists.

“O-Ohokahay! Thahat’s eHEnohough!” She giggled as Foolish’s hands came to a stop. They were looking right at each other, and he could see her smile.

Now, for the past few days of knowing each other, Eret had smiled at Foolish. She had given him small, welcoming, smiles and warm grins. This, however, right now? It was a smile. A large, goofy, genuine smile.

It was the smile that Foolish had recognized from seeing it years ago. It was the smile that would be on Eret’s face whenever exploring a hidden temple. It was the smile that would be on Eret’s face when she was laughing too hard to be able to get out a full sentence. It was the smile that was Eret’s face when she and Foolish had realized that they had defeated the wither cult for good.

And right now, it was the genuine smile that Foolish had longed to see. He didn’t realize how much he wanted to see it. How much he needed to see it. All of those years of memories were flooding back to him, and it made him feel warm inside.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by a shriek of his own laughter.

“EHERET-! Wahait! WaHAhait!” He squealed out, feeling fingers start to dance along his sides. “Thihis ihisn’t faHAIHIR!”

“Oh come on, I’m just doing what you did to me! And I, for one, think that’s completely fair!” Eret grinned, swiping her nails across his belly and making him giggle like mad. “Wow, it looks like you’re a lot more ticklish than myself.” She teased.

“NohOHOhoho!” Foolish whined. “Ihi’m nohot!”

“Really?” Eret smirked evilly, more than willing to test that theory. She increased the speed of her fingers, wiggling themselves all around his side and stomach.

“And you’re not even fighting back, either! How adorable…” She smiled, giggling as she watched Foolish’s face become pink with embarrassment. In this moment, her hands trailed down to his hips, lightly scratching along them. Foolish’s laughter went up a whole octave, and he covered his face with his hands.

“Is this a bad spot?” Eret teased, her movements light and taunting. Foolish shook his head no, and the two of them knew that was a lie. She squeezed at his hips and used the tips of her nails to add light scratching to the sensation. The shark hybrid let out a loud snort, laughing and grabbing onto her wrists as she had done with him earlier.

“OKAHAY! Okayokayohokahay! Tihime ohout!!” He insisted, watching as Eret laughed and pulled her hand away. The two of them sat together on the floor, looking into each other’s eyes and letting leftover giggles fill the air.

“I should prohobably go, it’s pretty dark out.” Foolish stated, standing up and helping Eret stand up as well.

“Alright.” Eret sighed, grinning as she held onto Foolish’s hand. “…Foolish, I know we’ve known each other only for a couple of days, but… I have a feeling this friendship will last for a long time.”

We’ve known each other only for a couple of days.

Those words rung painfully in Foolish’s ears. They had a lifetime of memories together as best friends, and she didn’t remember a single one of them.

And before he realized he had done so, Foolish had pulled Eret into a tight hug.

The library that was filled with the joyous sounds of laughter just a few minutes ago was now filled with a cold silence.

Eret paused, surprised, but she hugged him back after a moment. Her warmth made Foolish feel a familiar feeling that he had not felt in a while.

He felt at home.

Eret pulled away, smiling. “I suppose I’ll see you soon?” She asked.

“Yeah… yeah.” Foolish nodded, giving her one last look before walking towards the door. “Night, Eret!”

“Goodnight, Foolish.” She said, following him until he had left the room, and then gently closing the door behind him.

Foolish walked down the halls of her castle, heading towards the entrance to leave. As he walked along the wooden floor, he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit upset. He didn’t know what had caused Eret to lose her memories, and he wanted to know. However, the sadness was quickly replaced with a feeling of hope. Hope for a bright future with his friend.

It was just as she said. Even though Eret had only known him for a couple of days, they were already very close.

Maybe one day, they would become as close as they used to be.

#dawn writes #dsmp tickle #switch!eret #switch!foolish #lee!eret #lee!foolish #ler!eret #ler!foolish #c!eret #c!foolish #they’re so scrunkly #eats them both /pos #👑 eret: eyeless monarchy #🦈 foolish: totem of undying

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mushiewrites · 10 months

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10. Lee George saying that before ler!foolish is about to wreck him?

from this post

10 - "I can't be held responsible for what I'm about to do to you." / 268 words

"Come on Foolish, it was a joke! I was joking!" George pleaded with the man hovering over him, the muscled arms on either side of him and boxing him in with nowhere to run. His thighs were hugging George's, effectively straddling the smaller boy and keeping him in place. George looked up at Foolish, who had a smirk so wide it practically split his face in two.

"You really think dropping my phone from the top of the steps is a joke?" Foolish questioned the older boy, shaking his head with a disappointed sigh following.

"Y-Yes?" George stuttered out, eyes growing wider as he watched Foolish sit back, making a show out of cracking his knuckles and wiggling his fingers menacingly.

"Alright then," Foolish chuckled, situating himself until he was comfortably sitting on George's waist, shrugging his shoulders and placing his hands on the smaller boy's sides. "Well, I can't be held responsible for what I'm about to do to you."

"Wait, let's talk about this- wait, Foolish! Foolish, no! Nonono nohoho don't!"

George was sent into near hysterics as Foolish used all his strength to dig into the sensitive bones in the middle of his ribcage, causing him to squirm like a fish out of water against the couch that Foolish had tackled him onto.

Nearing the end of his attack, George was gasping for air, sputtering out apologies through his hysterics as Foolish continuously drilled into his most sensitive spots. When all was said and done, George vouched to never touch his phone, not wanting to ever have to deal with the wrath of Foolish again.

#lee!george #ler!foolish #asks #kasey writes stuff #this one was easier to write a smaller thing so thank uuuu #mushie drabbles #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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sleepy--anon · 2 years

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Cheater

Punz and foolish are playing Mario cart and punz cheats so foolish has to teach him a lesson (this is for kasey, I LOVE YOU KASEY MISS YOU❤️/p)

-tweety)

Words 508

Tw: swearing that’s abt it

“BLUE SHELL WHO THREW A FUCKING BLUE SHELL AT ME” punz screamed while foolish cackled because it was him who threw it.

“FUCK OFF” Punz was getting pissed off he kept getting hit by shells and hitting banana peels.

Foolish was in 1st place punz was somehow in 2nd don’t ask him how he managed that, no one knows, punz was desperate to win they had been playing so he reached over and squeezed foolishes hips causing him to jump and drop the controller. Punz crossed the finish line at first place while foolish sat there in disbelief.

“You cheated you asshole” foolish said tacking punz to the couch, Punz was to stunned to fight back he just looked at the other “WHAT THE HELL MAN GET OFF ME” He shouted.

“No you need to be taught a lesson~” foolish growled lowering his town. “What uhh whahat are you gona do?” Punz questioned eyes widening when foolish brought a hand to hover over punzes belly wiggling his fingers right above him.

‘Oh shit’ punz thought before his thoughts where inturrupted by foolish digging into his stomach, punz squeaked in surprise giggles pouring out.

“Cheaters get tickled punz~ you know that silly” foolish laughed along with him slipping his hands under punz hoodie while he was distracted.

“NO YOHURE HAHANDS ARE COHOHOLD” punz squealed bucking his hips trying to knock foolish off him.

“Then help me warm them up” foolish shrugged dipping a finger into punz belly button swirling it around and squeezing his hips simultaneously causing punz to scream laugh.

After a few more minutes of this punz laughter went silent cueing foolish to stop and rub his tummy with enough pressure to not tickle.

“Sorry if I took it to far” foolish apologized

“No you’re good you didn’t take it to far…it’s my turn now though” punz said flipping them over and scratching his ribs occasionally poking his pec area.

“NohohohO im shOhohOrry puhuhuhUnz” he giggled curling in on himself, while in that process he exposed his shoulder blades and back, punz got curious and skittered his fingers across his shoulders shocked when foolish shrieked and slammed his back against the couch cushions.

“Ohhhhh~ did I find a bad spot~~?” Punz asked flipping foolish onto his stomach, foolish tensed up bracing himself knowing what was about to happen.

But no matter how much he prepared himself he couldn’t stop the screech that left his mouth as punz went to down on his shoulder blades and upper back.

“Apologize~” punz said.

“NOHOHO YOUHU CHEHEHEATED” foolish argued, that was until punz started blowing raspberries on the back of his neck.

“OKOKOK IMSOHOHOHORRY PLEHEHEASE I CAHAHANT PUHUHUNZ PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOT THAHAHAT”

And with that punz stoped his attack and got off of the other, once foolish had recovered punz handed him the controller back and said “Ready for round too?”

#tweety's fic #lee!punz #ler!punz #lee!foolish #ler!foolish #switch!foolish #switch!punz

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emmadoodlewrites · 2 years

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Yeaaaaaaaaaaa boi! Concept time again again <3

I promise they won't be as long as they were last time lmao

So first one is XD. Imagine he sees Dream rolling George into a blanket burrito and gets very confused. So Dream explains and XD snickers at how cute it all is, and he wraps George up and tickles him that way. And XD finds it so damn adorable that he does it with literally anyone else who he thinks needs some tickles <3

2. XD loves to set up tickle traps as punishment for those who have tried to enter the End :D

3. I like to think of C!Sam (before the whole prison biz) as a mad scientist type deal. So I feel like he'd be the one to create tickle machines a lot lmao

4. C!Foolish is tall boi. Just the mental image of this 23 foot tall god picking up anyone he likes and tickling them silly while he just doing the good old ✨Windex laugh✨ is pure comedy gold to me.

And that's it lmao

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE/pos

Blanket burritos are so CUUUUTE! And XD using them anytime he wants to dish out tickles is absolutely adorable :( Like even if there's no blankets around he will just conjure one and pounce hahahaha

2. TICKLE TRAPS!!!! I love tickle traps as much as I love machines man. And trapping the end of all places?! That's so golden! Imagine Dream tells XD to disable any traps whenever he and his friends have a manhunt. But one day XD completely forgets and Dream gets himself trapped and tickled silly during a manhunt ajsdlkfjha. It'd be quite the surprise for his friends.

3. BrO I have that exact same hc!!! WHy do you think in my latest fic that machine was designed by c!Sam!! He's like canonically a redstone whiz so I've always liked the idea of him being a tech genius and makes neat devices and machines. And he especially became quite addicted to created tickle devices too :)

4. AWWWWW Fooooosh! Honestly giants giving tickles can be so freaking flustering since the could use one single finger to tickle someone's entire side! Or use his thumb and forefinger to squeeze both sides lightly as to not squish them ajhsdlfkjdhf

THANK YOU FOR THESE!!

#emmadoodle concepts #ler!foolish #ler!sam #ler!XD #lee!dream #mcyt tickle

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fluffallamaful · 9 months

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1,2 and 5 for Punz and Foolish? If not them then Sap and Gogs

from this ask post

thank you kasey!!! how about all of them :D for 5 i’m just gonna ignore the nsfw part coz of the nature of my blog 👌🏼

apologies for taking so long haha

🦙🦙🦙…

Punz

1. on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

i think it’s cute to imagine that he’s not extremely ticklish in the usual spots,, but has several more specific or unique spots that really get to him.

coz then it means that he can pull off the “I’m too tough to be ticklish” facade :D

so i guess like 3/10, unless you find his spots 👍🏼

2. where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

i’m thinking back of legs and neck? like he can handle prods to his ribs and stomach just fine, but then as soon as you squeeze at his his calves/hamstrings, or scratch at the back of his knee he’s done for. i also love giving stoic “no bullshit” characters cute tickle spots, like neck and ears. spots that make them go super squeaking and giggly against their will

5. do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing?

he thinks it’s childish and hates the way he loses all control,, but secretly LOVES wrestling and having tickle fights with his friends. he loves make his friends laugh and lovessss when he’s winning

🦙🦙🦙…

Foolish

1. on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

8/10. super tickly, super giggly. will laugh at the thought/threat of being tickled alone, and is definitely the type to go “Whihy am Ihi eheven lahahaughihing??!” when he does

definitely receptive to teases and anticipation

2. where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

ok i’ve discussed this with @covenofwives a lot. but in real life, sharks have this thingy alone their side called the “lateral line” which they can use to sense motion and vibration under water…

and to me (and to coven), it just sounds like this line would be super super tickly hehe. therefore i hc sides to be cfoosh’s worst spot, along with his nose!! because look at all those nerves up there!! plus google claims that sharks have canonically ticklish noses so 🤷🏼‍♀️

5. do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing?

i like hcing foolish to just see tickling as something fun to do with his friends, and also just in a very simple way in general

like to foolish, tickling is a way to make someone laugh, and if he is tickled then he will laugh too. this means he overreacts to certain tickles, purely because he’s anticipating it to tickle

🦙🦙🦙…

Sapnap

1. on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

i’d say a good 7/10. like he’s got his spots that don’t tickle much. but then his spots that REALLY tickle hehe. he’s ticklish enough that he can be reduced to helpless cackles, but not enough that he can be tickled by the wind

2. where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

i forget how much i have him mapped out omgggg

so for csappy, i hc his death spots to be thighs, armpits/chest and feet. like as soon as you get hold of any of these spots he goes ballistic, which makes the spots impossible to tickle for long unless he’s held down (or given a weakness potion hehe)

i also LOVE giving sapnap tummy as a melt spot omfg. like kneading into his tummy makes such bubbly giggles, and also turns him to putty. it’s the spot that makes him collapse. light skitters there also makes him squeak which is entirely embarrassing for him

5. do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing?

whether he admits it or not,, being tickled is something that calms him. pain and moodiness can instantly be squashed by a few prods and squeezes. it’s also something very familiar to him,, for i hc tickling to be prevalent within his relationships with both the dream team and karlnapity

he adores tickling his friends and fiancés 🥺 he loves tickle fights so much. it’s a fun way to prove strength and winning is so entirely worth any tickles that come his way. despite loving giving out rough tickles, being in relationship with karl and quackity coaxes out a much softer side of him. he can be such a comforting ler if he needs/wants to be.

🦙🦙🦙…

George

1. on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

9/10 like omg he’s the cutest little thing. good luck taming his feral-ness though, you may need someone to help hold him down coz he is squirmy

2. where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

again,, i just have cgogs mapped out entirely. he has ONE particular rib that is his death spot, as well as the backs of his thighs and armpits. any technique works

the ball of his foot and toes are also super tickly, as well as his back and spine (thank you coven). i hc his tummy to be his favourite spot, and it produces the definition of sweet, melodic laughter. he can just lose himself to the tickles, and he barely fights back. he’s also super feather sensitive, particularly on the ears and sides. palms are also a melt spot (thank you @cayjno )

5. do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing?

he’s usually on the receiving end, but he doesn’t hate it. he loves laughing and having fun with his friends. he enjoys the wrestling and adores getting the chance for revenge or just whenever he has the upper hand in general. the flustered lee!gogy —> evil ler!gogy switch is incredibly fast, and incredibly terrifying

🦙🦙🦙…

#i could honestly just about make a chart for the dream team #for both cc and c #but here you go #thank you for your patience #i really did. ask for these and ignore them lmao #kasey writes stuff #llamas concepts #llama asks #lee!foolish #ler!foolish #ler!punz #lee!punz #ler!sapnap #lee!sapnap #lee!george #ler!george

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galatoma · 3 months

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Since there is going to be an economic and real estate system, is this going to be what it takes to make tubbo into the onceler but for real this time.

#qsmp #tubbo #would both him and foolish be the once ler together

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kanene-yaaay · 2 months

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The Cat and the Hare (I won't stop running so don't you stop trying to catch me)

Kanene's notes: EVERYONE WAKE UPPPP BECAUSE TODAY IS @squeaky-n-blushy 's BIRTHDAYYYYY and since she and I have a clown to clown communication and a lot of screaming around Pac and Cellbit I wanted to make a fic to celebrate this day and our friendship. Thanks a lot, bean, for being so cool!! <3 <3

And about the fic I am so Unwell about Pac and Cellbit's friendship like WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING HERE YA KNOW??

Warnings: Uhh, I don't think there is any? There is a few mentions of hunting and prey but it's lighthearted and not too prevalent on the fic. Ticklish!Pac and Ler!Cellbit for the win. Around 8.000 words :D

[~*~]

Mike knows, of course.

Sometimes Pac wondered if his soulmate was able to realize what was happening even before he himself did. It was one of the perks and pains of spending your entire life with someone who you could trust blindly with everything that could ever matter and who you knew as the palm of your own hand.

It was quite nice, most of the time.

Except, of course, when Mike decided that he was going to be an insufferable prick about it.

“Não, não, não. Tá na hora de acabar com essa palhaçada.” (No, no, no. Time to end with this bullshit.) The annoyed shout was so out of nowhere that it almost made Pac fall from the roof of the Barbie house, turning to look at the other who was pointing at him with a hammer and seemed two seconds away from hitting him with it. “ ‘Fi, você vai lá falar com ele agora mesmo.” (Dude, you’re going to talk with him right now.)

Pac ignored how his cheeks already began prickling with heat, knowing in the same moment what the other was talking about.

Shit, his feelings must have leaked through their soulbond.

“Qué que ‘cê tá falando, moço, tô sabendo desse negócio que ‘cê tá falando aí não uai.” (Whatcha ya talkin’ about, dude, don’t have any idea watcha you talkin about.)

“Num tá sabendo, é? Não tá sabendo, mas vai começar a saber agora e não adianta ficar me imitando não.” (Dunno, uh? You may not know but you’re going to start knowing right now and mimicking me won’t help you at all.)

Oof, he was with that determined look. There was no escaping for Pac in this one. Mike turned around, got a ladder and climbed it. He ignored the phantom feeling of bubbly giggles that definitely weren’t his began tickling the back of his throat joyfully.

“Porque,” Mike continued. “Se eu tiver que ver o Cellbit mais uma vez e ficar com vontade de ficar dando risadinha que nem o nosso menininho, eu vou explodir esse Murder Mystery todo.” (Because, if I have to see Cellbit one more time and keep wanting to giggle like our little boy I’m going to blow up the entire Murder Mystery)

“Não, Mike!” (Mike, no!)

“ ‘Não, Mike’, nada! Eu vou, Pac. Vou explodir toda essa bagaceira aqui. Quer ver, hein? Quer ver?” (‘Mike, no’, my ass. I’m going to, Pac. I’m going to blow up all this clownery. Wanna see, huh, wanna see?)

“Explode aí então que eu quero ver. Bora, bora, que se dane já isso tudo!” (Yeah, blow it up, then, I wanna see. Let’s go, let’s go. To hell with all of this!)

Both of them stared at each other, Mike with the explosives on his hands and Pac with wide attentive eyes.

Silence passed like a lazy cat across them.

“Eu não, ‘cê tá louco, é? Mó trabalho que deu pra construir essa arena aqui e eu vou lá explodir ela agora.” (No, didya lost ya mind? So much work to build this arena, no way I’m blowin’ it up now.)

The one with blue hoodie crackled, muscles relaxing from being ready to sprint and steal all the tnt before his soulmate could use it in case it wasn’t a joke. Mike’s own laughter also followed his, getting closer until he was sitting by his side in a relaxed manner, green eyes watching him behind his crooked lens.

“Então, você quer que eu te faça cócegas?” (So, you want me to tickle you?)

His tune was nonchalant and Pac could literally feel how chill he was with his own words, perhaps even a little amused with the floating, excited butterflies that immediately appeared on their soulbond with his question.

The fact that Pac loved being tickled and to tickle his friends hadn’t been a secret between them for a long while, now. Had been discovered when they were just two little kids against the world in that orphanage and discussed in a late night whispered conversation in their first prototype of a laboratory.

Mike knew that when, for some reason or not, he would suddenly get giddy, a little shy and a bunch more playful, carrying a giggle on the tip of his tongue and an electricity on his skin, it meant that Pac would love to get into a tickle fight or to become a mess of snickers as Mike kept sneaking the words ‘cócegas’ and ‘cosquinhas’ in their daily interactions and throwing at him one or two pokes of fun.

“Hm, quero dizer… você pode?” (Hm, I mean… you can?)

He scratched the back of his head and avoided his eyes. The one wearing a green creeper shirt squinted at him. That wasn’t Pac usual “I’m feeling too embarrassed and silly but also excited to look at you right now”, it was more like his “uhhh, not sure how to say that you’re wrong uhhh.”

Mike sighed and crossed his arms. He was not going to move from there until this was solved and he knew Pac was fully aware of this by the way the other pouted in defeat.

“Bora, fala logo, Pac.” (C’mon, spit it out, Pac.)

“Você lembra de semana passada, quando o Roier e o Cellbit estavam esperando pela gente na Ordo Theoritas?” (Remember last week when Roier and Cellbit were waiting for us in Ordo Theoritas?)

Mike tried to. Cellbit was a solid part of his family - even if he would have no qualms in immediately calling him out of his bullshit if he showed even a trace of coming back to that asshole he was on the prison - and he really liked Roier a lot but those two were so insufferably in love and happily married when they were together that it was hard to not roll his eyes at it. I mean, he gets it! He was too happily married but you wouldn’t see him around the Spawn or the entire island getting all lovey doey with Mine at every second of their day.

(The fact that Mine was a goodness and that their connection had been difficult and faulty since the first day they got stuck on the island was simply a detail and no, he didn’t want to talk about it.)

Last week has been when the detective found some interesting information in an old abandoned laboratory of the Federation and called everyone for a meeting since it looked like it had potential to be about the eggs or the codes, if Mike wasn’t mistaken. Since he and Pac were around the Favela finishing some buildings at the time, they were the first to get there, finding the meeting room being already occupied by Cellbit and Roier in the middle of a tickle fight, - probably a started by Roier but which Cellbit was clearly winning - probably because they weren’t expecting anyone to appear so soon but also seemed to be too lost in their own silliness to even listen to the sound of the elevator or them arriving.

Mike just loudly complained and threw a few grinning teases at them, not thinking too much about it. Albeit, as it seems, that had been enough to bring Pac’s lee mood back to life.

“Lembrei.” (I remember.)

They looked at each other. Since his hands wouldn’t be necessary, the one with permanently crooked glasses started messing around with the redstone system of the house, trying to fix it for the sixth time. “Bem, isso explica porque é sempre o Cellbit, então. ‘Cê vai pedir pra ele?” (Well, that explains why it’s always Cellbit, then. Are you going to ask him?)

Pac grumbled and flooped on the roof. “Não dá, eu já tentei. Fui tentar puxar uma guerra de cosquinha perto dele com o Richas mas eu travei e no fim eles foram embora. Eu não consigo, Mike, eu não consigo!” (I can’t, I already tried. I tried to start a tickle war next to him with Richas but I froze and in the end they went away. I can’t, Mike, I can’t!)

“Mas tu tem que tomar coragem, Pac. Tem que ir lá e falar mesmo. Se fosse eu, eu falava!” (But you need to be braver, Pac! Gotta get there and ask. If it was me, I would ask.)

“Falava é? Porque eu me lembro muito bem do seu primeiro encontro com a Mine…” (You would, yeah? Because I remember very well about your and Mine’s first date…) Pac’s laughter quickly transformed into a shout when the other pushed him, making him roll across the titles for a few centimeters before stopping. “Tu vai me jogar, homi! Tá doido, é?” (You’re going to make me fall, man! Are you crazy?)

“Sempre fui, sempre fui.” (Always have been. Always have been.)

They chuckled and, in between shoves and jokes, went back to their construction.

Pac thought that the subject had ended there, then, that he would eventually get over his mood and continue his life. But he should’ve known that Mike was too annoying (caring) to let it go.

That was how he ended up like this.

Pac looked up, looking at those brown eyes shine back at him with a mischievous light. He squirmed a bit, but soon it was clear that he was totally trapped on the couch by the investigator’s body, who kept watching his expressions with curiosity and a hint of something else.

(It was hunger. Pac would recognize that glint anywhere.)

The scientist could feel each heartbeat in his chest and every butterfly flying on his stomach, small bolts of electricity scurrying away from his trapped wrist, fingertips twisting, almost being able to touch the sparkles in the air.

“Pac,” there were moments when Cellbit slipped and let one or two of his feline traits escape from his firmly constructed barrier. This time, it was in the way that his voice curled around his name, in a mix of a pleased purring and a warning growl that made a zing shot through his spine. “There’s no need to look so worried, I think you just didn't listen to my question very well in the first time… What is the code, Pac?”

If he wasn’t looking at his friend, he would’ve lost it, but the question was exactly what it looked like: an escape route. It was in the way that the hold of his right wrist loosened a little and how those brown eyes ran across his face - searching, poking, prodding, wanting to know - on the look for any trace of discomfort or fear, getting ready to jump away in the same second if he found anything. Pac was sure that he could just spill the eight numbers he knew by heart and then Cellbit would immediately get up, open the security door to the last phase of their puzzle and let him free to go.

Simple like that.

Quite boring, if he was being honest.

Pac grinned before letting his head fall slightly to the side, brows furrowing in a perfect confused face, voice light and just a tad too innocent.

(He wasn’t really afraid.)

(Cellbit could show himself to be as strong and ruthless as he wanted. Pac always had been the fastest one.)

(Just one of them had been able to get out of Alcatraz after all.)

“ Code? W-what are you talking about, Cellbit? I don’t know any code.”

“The specific numbers that will open the door and let me finally get to the bottom of the mystery that I’ve been puzzling out for one entire week. That code, Pac.”

A small shudder took over his body, whether it was for the lack of his hoodie or the hand that suddenly came to dangerously rest on his side, it wasn’t clear. A wobbly smile blossomed in his face.

That reaction didn’t go unnoticed by the other.

“Uhhh…” Pac pursed and popped his lips, resting his head on the cushions and looking at the ceiling, gaze quickly jumping across the room in a nervous manner. He still could feel those glimmering eyes on him. “I don’t really know any code.”

The fingers began curling on his side, short nails barely scratching the skin, he bit his lower lip.

“You sure?”

(Can I?)

“Y-yeah! I d-don’t even know what you’re talking about, moço. Just saw a sign that said ‘Free Food’ and got in the warplate and boom! Suddenly I’m here with you. We’re both kind of stuck here, you know?” His gaze went back to focus on the other, refusing with all his might to even acknowledge the twitching hand on his side that kept bringing awful tingles and freaking out the butterflies on his belly.

He continued the rest of his sentence in one quick breath.

“It’s not like I am part of the puzzle and was asked to guard the secret code that could lead you to finally getting your final prize since it’s the end of the investigation and deciding to not give it to you. That would be totally crazy. I would never do that. Never, ever, in one billion years. Nuh uh. Nunquinha.”

Cellbit’s left eye trembled in a signal of poorly disguised stress. Bad and Bagi had the same habit. It was quite funny to see.

Pac jumped when the touch suddenly got firmer and a pinch was delivered on his torso. A high pitched squeak quickly scrambled from his lips before he could stop it.

Having already gotten the reaction that he wanted, Cellbit showed him a smile.

Oh no, he was absolutely screwed.

“Alright, Pac. I believe in what you’re saying. You’re part of the family so you would never lie to me, would you?”

The scientist watched as Cellbit’s hand lifted up from its spot on his side and began going upwards, slowly crawling along his torso until it stopped on his forearm, tracing on his skin as the other hand kept his arm all trapped and nice above his head.

His fingertips started dancing and scribbling on the spot, following the goosebumps that tried to run away from the tickles, spreading across his nerves and obliging Pac to firmly press his lips in a thin line, giggles getting ready to jump out at any chance on the tip of his tongue.

The investigator cleaned his throat, calling his attention once again and holding it with analytical eyes. His voice came out rough, slow, savoring every word. “Would you, Pac?”

Pac was glad that he didn’t even try to open his mouth to answer him because, as soon as the sentence was over, those fingers began scribbling on the senseless, ticklish spot that was his inner elbow, nails scraping and fingertips tapping in an absurdly light and soft manner, making a muffled ‘eee’ sound to be present in the back of his throat.

He remembered that he had an answer to give.

“Nuh huh.” He shook his head twice, holding his breath to not let any other reaction escape.

“Ok.”

Eventually, Pac had to look away from him again. He could almost feel how Cellbit kept mapping out the exact points where his smile got bigger and his arm squirmed everytime another unexpected tickle spot was found so he could come back to it later. The tapping continued its way across his biceps, drawing abstract forms on it, taking its sweet to collect all the muffled titters and small twitches before going to the next one. With each step the curious hand got closer and closer to his torso.

His attempt to not look at his demise proved to be fool and only made him lose the way that the investigator’s smirk grew wider at each one of his reactions, fingers momentarily spasming in a desire to dig - quick, ruthless and precise - on any and every ticklish spot again and again and again until he could rip that sweet, precious laughter from his stubborn friend-prey-Pac-fun and make it ring loud and free around the room. Until his protests were so intertwined with snickers and snorts that they would be too lost and make no sense at all. Until he was so high in laughter and giddy with the tickling that he wouldn’t even be able to think about hiding his smile and blush - which, by the way, had already begun consuming his neck in a lovely, lovely way - on his hoodie as usual.

He wanted to discover every sound that he would make and drink on every variation of his laughter, from the lowest chortle to the highest squeal. And, especially, he wanted to purr and tease him about how, even with all the chances, Pac didn’t even try to move his free hand to stop him and was instead watching his every move with those wide excited, joyful eyes.

But no. Cellbit needs to be patient. He needs to first cultivate every giggle, snicker and titter until they were too strong to be stopped and then, after weakening his every barrier so they would finally crumble at the lightest breeze and finally come tumbling down with just the hint of his moving fingers anywhere near him and his ticklish - so, so wonderfully vulnerable and ticklish - spots.

Cellbit could be really good at that. Being patient. Stalking. Watching. Finding openings that could be explored.

(It has been a while since he and Pac had time to play like this.)

The traces and drawed forms continued until he got to his armpit and rested there. Tapping. Tapping. Tapping.

At this point Pac already felt like jumping out of his skin at every touch. He was torn between watching his slow and inevitable destruction or closing his eyes and then be bombarded by his own creative mind about all the different ways that his friend could tickle him right now. How he could simply give up from calmly teasing and prying his puffed squeaks or bitten gasps at any moment and just drum his fingers on his pit, maybe pull a surprise attack to his ribs or even keep the slow spidering until Pac felt so ticklish that a single wiggling finger would make him descend in immediate full belly laughter with minimal effort.

Cellbit’s next words were fast to pull him from his thoughts.

“Where is your worst spot, Pac?”

It was getting old, but once again Pac just shook his head.

“What? You don’t have one? Or you don’t want to tell me where is it?” The hands started swirling, creating spirals that went from the inside to the outside of his armpit. Cellbit watched in true amazement how such a soft touch made the other’s cheeks puff with the amount of squeals he was holding, his arm now trembling in his grip. “You know… I’m feeling like you’re hiding a few secrets from me. Are you, Pac?”

It took every single ounce of will from him, but the scientist pushed every and any giggle deep down so he would not look completely silly when the sentence left out his mouth, not really thinking too much about it.

“Aren’t you our Favela’s detective? Why don’t you find out?”

Cellbit froze, just like Pac’s breath when he realized what he just said.

However, it was too late.

“I am joking! I am joking!” He shouted, watching with a wide stare as the other chuckled in delight at his answer. Low and dangerous. Always ready for a good, fun challenge. “You know how it is! Dumb Pac just being dumb again!”

“You’re not dumb.” Cellbit frowned, but it disappeared as soon as it came, a determined, amused expression taking over his face once again. “That’s fair enough, I think. So, what about we make a deal? I will discover your worst tickle spot and then destroy it with tickles until you give me the code to finish my puzzle.”

The swirling was back once again. Soft, unbearable, light and impossible to ignore.

“Deal?”

“...Deal.”

The detective rolled his shoulders and neck, as if preparing for a battle. “Perfect.”

A quick, small tweak on his armpit ripped a surprised snort from his mouth, which immediately made the scientist’s free hand fly to hide it, not expecting the sudden tickling nor the sound.

“Careful there, bonitinho. Don’t go spilling everything already. I would hate for our game to end so soon.”

His hand went back to spidering, teasing the armpit for a few more seconds before going down to his ribs, scratching and watching as Pac turned his face around, pressing it firmly on his own shoulder, the blush fastly consuming more and more of him.

There was this horrible spot in that space between his back and ribs. Mike found it when they were kids and Pac didn’t know why, but it tickled like hell, so, in the very second that Cellbit’s fingers did as much as faintly graze it, his body immediately rolled away in an attempt to hide it.

Cellbit’s eyes shone and he wormed his hand between the cushions and his torso, legs firmly preventing him from trying to roll even more as curious pokes assaulted the spot, making him arch his back and trash back to the other side, shoulders bouncing with trapped laughter. This didn’t stop the investigator from scribbling closely by the spot, no longer prodding or actually tickling it, just testing his reactions by tracing his nails carefully around and in an X over it. As if he was marking it for future reference.

“One.”

The way that the whisper echoed in Pac’s mind did not resonate with how calmly and low it was said. Before he could think too much about its meaning, however, another question quickly followed it.

“Do you know how many ribs there are in the human body?”

The scientist, a very skilled profissional able to create the wildest substances and built the craziest buildings, actually blamed how giddy and distracted by the tickling he was for his answer.

“Twelve!”

“Pffft!”

The investigator’s surprised wheeze filled the room and suddenly Pac knew that he would never be able to live this down for the next years, Cellbit’s entire face opening in a feral joy as if Pac just gave him an early birthday gift.

“Exactly. That is the correct answer. Twelve.” He replied, clearly trying to not laugh and putting on a serious face, again. He let go of his wrist. “Why don’t we count it together now, so we can confirm how right you are?”

Before Pac could answer, Cellbit pressed his fingers, two in each side, on his highest ribs and tased.

Maybe it was the teasing. Maybe it was how much sensitive his skin felt after so many minutes of light touches and soft tickles or how the sudden series of ticklish shocks ran fastly across his every nerve. Maybe it was the way his entire torso now seemed to be just one giant tickle spot. However, that move made Pac slam his hands to hold on Cellbit’s shoulders so his arms wouldn’t come and pin the attacking, tickly fingers against his body.

That only made Cellbit double his efforts to make him laugh, teases immediately permating Pac’s mind.

“Afraid of trapping my fingers here, bonitinho? Why? You’re not even really trying to stop me. Don’t you want them to keep tickling and tickling and tickling your ribs? Right in that delicious spot right here?” Cellbit pressed, buzzing taking over his senses and filling his lungs with uncontrollable crackles that made his torso shake with the force to contain them, wiggling non stop from one side to another and legs flailing around, all which only seemed to reinforce Cellbit’s determination.

“No way! Is it really that ticklish, Pac? Tell me, is my hunt already over, huh? Did I already find your worst ticklish spot or are you just pretending to stop me from going looking for more? I wonder if all the other spots will be as bad as this one… But that is fine. It only means that we will have to stay here for hours and hours, experimenting and comparing every single one of them until we can finally decide which one is the worst. Unless you decide to tell me. That will make things go so much faster, don’t you think?”

He went to his next rib, giving it the same amount of attention and care as the previous one, scratches pursuing the entirety of the bone, tasing targeting the spaces in between them, quick scribbles concentrating on the places that made his kick his legs harder in a way to expel all the adrenaline racing across his cells, tiny squeals pushing against his lips with fervor.

“Or maybe you’re just that ticklish. A ticklish, little gigglebug. So, so sensitive and yet you still came and walked so wingfully right to my… claws.” The last part came out as an almost whisper, his sentence growing lower and lower to the end.

Pac didn’t mean to, but in that moment Cellbit jumped to his third rib and his barrier broke. Loud, crackling laughter exploding from his mouth in a melody that took over the entire room in the very same second, drowning every other sound and making Cellbit almost lose his concentration, tickling faltering for half moment as he was hit with… everything.

With how big Pac’s smile was and how his blush seemed to climb over his neck and ears to pool on his face, how he threw his head backwards when he laughed and the fact that he was actually right because the scientist was too concentrated on the tickle attack and on keeping his hands locked on his shoulder that, for once, he didn’t even try to cover his face.

Cellbit felt himself in a kind of a daze as he kept tickling his loud-friend-prey-fun-fun-fun! Each spot receiving all the scribbling and buzzing before he jumped to another, watching as Pac grew crazier and crazier with each second.

His laughter didn’t necessarily get louder, but it took a turn from the wheezy, high pitched, hysterical crackles on the highest ribs to a much more uncontrollable giggling the lower he went.

Pac squirmed and arched his back, a move that only managed to give Cellbit much more places to work with. He successfully got a few snorts and squeals when that happened and he took the opportunity to worm his hands under his black shirt and spider them on his lower back, making the scientist slam his back again on the couch and bring the tickling back to his ribs, which would then make him kick and wiggle again until another chance to attack his back would appear and Cellbit would gladly take it.

And he. kept. his hands. on his shoulders.

It took everything from him, Pac was sure, but he kept his grip firm, his mind being totally taken over by how much it tickled and everything else all at once. The dance and wiggling happening across his torso, the smug smirk on Cellbit’s face, the awe that took over his brown eyes when he began laughing, the prickle of heat on his warm cheeks and even the light touch of his own hair on his neck that kept sending silly, funny tingles through his nerves to his soul, leading the giggles to get giddier and his snickers to become more present in his laughter.

When the detective got to his lower ribs, light pinching and then drumming his fingers there, between the unintelligible words that fell like waterfall from his lips Pac was able to push a single giggly plea amidst his senseless protests.

“Cellbit!”

The other immediately froze. Pac took the opportunity to take big gulps of air, trying and failing in not succumbing into more laughing fits during the process.

At the second time that the scientist tried for the second to recompose himself and fell into more giggling Cellbit’s fingers twitched, wanting to make that sound ring once more across the room. Still, he didn’t go back to tickling him, aware that his friend indeed was a common human who needed plenty of oxygen to survive.

He blinked and realized that his own grin was almost as big as his prey- Pac. As Pac’s grin was.

(He didn’t run away. He didn’t stop him. He didn’t fight back. Or shouted. Or hated him. He just laughed and laughed and laughed and Cellbit was the main reason for that. For that smile. Those excited eyes watching him right now. The joy. Even if it was a bit artificial, he was the one who did it.)

(He wasn’t quite sure what he would be able to do just to listen to his name being laughed out loud as this again.)

(He was… happy.)

Pac startled when another sound followed the last of his dying giggles. It was a low, almost inaudible, rumbling purr which, if it wasn’t the light feeling of trembling on Cellbit’s shoulders, he would never ever realize that it was coming from his friend.

Before his brain could properly process this and then conjure a proper comment that could or not be a poke of fun - discreet enough that it wouldn’t be clear if he actually was talking about Cellbit’s feline traits or something else, - the detective voice cut the silence.

“Puts, would you look at that.” The feeling of the fingers crawling right back the top of his ribcage made him chortle and squirm, the tip of his fingers barely scraping his armpits. “I lost the count. Seems like we will have to start all over again, Pac. I need to keep up my part of the deal, afterall.”

“Espera!” (Wait!)

“One, two, three…”

He didn’t even try to stop his laughter this time, letting it fall from his lips freely. By the moment the counting ended he was already hysterically giggling just with the feeling of the other’s hands resting on his sides without moving, thumbs rubbing firm circles on his skin in a comforting manner that both made him want to melt and also kept a couple of stray snickers filling the air with the phantom tickles as he once again calmed down.

Pac stared at Cellbit’s brown eyes. There was something different there. Like, literally. But he couldn’t exactly purpoint what.

“Two.”

Another whisper.

Pac tensed, expecting another round of ‘counting your ribs’, although this time in an anatomically correct friendly version (how they got to the result that twelve was the actual correct answer a few seconds ago was a complete mystery to him since he was clearly very occupied dying in crackles) but the thumbs continued with their soft ministrations until he was back to melting, a low huff of laughter (and purring, however it seems like they’re both pretending to ignore that) leaving Cellbit’s mouth.

His fingertips began scribbling on the spot, fingers sometimes slipping under his shirt to scratch at the dip of his hips or on his trembling belly, making sharp intakes of breath to take over him as the scientist let go of the other’s shoulders to muffle his reactions, covering his face entirely.

“Just laugh already, Pac. We both know you want to.”

Cellbit began poking his sides, realizing that there was a lovely weak spot extremely close to his back that made Pac yelp and jump when he passed through it. So he took his sweet time to explore it, watching as a single poke on his right would make him trash to the left, where clawing fingers would be ready to excitedly squeeze his unprotected side over and over and over again until Pac eventually was able to squirm out of it and come right back to the soft, unbearable tickling of his other hand. His reactions dropped from kicking to shaking his head in protest as he kept holding all his titters and laughter inside, each second getting closer to break.

It was fine, though, Cellbit could wait.

Even so, he squinted his eyes at the other’s covered face, being prived from watching the moments when his mouth would become a straight line as he discovered a new tickly spot or how his eyes would instinctively close when his laughter grew stronger or how his smile increased when Cellbit would unexpectedly changed techniques, analyzing which one brought better results. The detective huffed in annoyment - Roier would call it pouting, but he wasn’t here so he was wrong - and added some more tweaks on Pac’s sides in protest, sulking way less when more and more muffled squeaks began appearing with each second.

He didn’t want to exactly pry Pac’s hands from where they were, especially because he would have to stop his attack for that and there just would be no fun in that. His prey-friend-family-joy was so, so close to laughing it out.

Although…

Having his eyes covered could prove to be a good opportunity for a surprise.

Cellbit began lowering his head, getting closer to the other’s extremely red ear, being careful to not let his beard tickle his neck - not yet, at least - to not alarm Pac of his plan. He made sure his voice had the lowest and roughest tune that he could make, letting his breath hit the skin freely.

“There is no reason for you to hold back your reactions like this from me, gigglebug. Besides, I mean, I thought we both felt the same about prisons and keeping stuff trapped, don’t we?”

Pac, honest to god, shrieked when he not only heard but actually felt how close Cellbit was, scrunching his neck in an attempt to make the buzzing tingles disappear, unsuccessfully.

“Well, then I guess I have no other option if you’re just going to try to keep all your snorts and hysterical snickers stuck inside when they should be free to rummage around. What is that phrase you and Mike are always saying, again?”

Pac finally gave up from trying to stop the other from talking so close to his ear and let go of his face to push him away, shiny eyes opening to stare at the huge, smug smirk on the detective’s face.

He didn’t know exactly why until a movement caught his gaze.

Cellbit’s hand was hovering right above him, slowly clawing as it lowered in the direction of his quivering belly. Senseless protests and pleas began stumbling in flocks from him, the scientist attempting with all his might to suck in his stomach so he wouldn’t immediately and ultimately die and still hold his giggles as much as he could.

“Wait, I remember, now!” The hand dug on his belly. “There is no impossible escape.”

Screeching laughter filled the entire space and seemed to only fuel’s the tickling more, Cellbit’s other hand joining the fun to drum on every single patch of skin available, scratching and poking fingers immediately unlocking all loud snorts and chortles as they unmercifully prodded and wiggled inside his bellybutton, adding even more to his laughter.

“There we are, bonitinho!” Cellbit’s happy shout probably held far too much pride for someone who managed to win such a childish challenge. But he didn’t care, immediately drinking the other’s reactions and comparing how different was Pac’s laughter when he tickled his belly - lower, less hysterical but seemingly stronger - from when he decided to shove his hands on his armpits and dig - higher, fast and wheezy. How his fast kicking became a dance of squirming when he went from his ribcage to his sides and how much relaxed the grip on his shoulders became - even if his face got much redder - when he went right back at attacking his neck and elbows with light scribbles. Or even how he instinctively descended into a silent laughter, full of hiccups and squeaks, everytime Cellbit targeted one of the sweet spots he mapped on his torso.

“Which one tickles more, Pac? When I attack your absurdly ticklish armpits” To help him to choose, Cellbit decided to demonstrate his question and scribble said spot, making Pac’s arms immediately slam down and a snickering fit to take place. “Or your very sensitive belly?” His adjectives were promptly proven true when he began clawing his stomach, inspiring more melodious laughter to appear.

“I don’t know! I don’t know!”

The other chuckled.

“You don’t know? Well, I’m sure you will be able to figure it out, eventually.” He lowered his head again, no longer stopping his beard from tickling the poor unprotected neck. A squeal was ripped from Pac’s throat and another attempt to hide his ear by squeezing it on his own shoulder was made. It only made the detective change from side to side, though, having way too much fun to be so easily dissuaded. “Don’t worry about it, though, we can stay here for as long as you want. For hours and hours, if needed, testing every spot, every technique, every tease until you can finally decide.”

Pac shook his head and let out some more senseless pleas in protest, too lost in his own laughter to even begin to properly respond. He rolled to his side, forcing Cellbit to go back to an upwards position, not without purposely rubbing his beard behind his ears and neck, and for a moment his lips parted, preparing to-

(No.)

With all the squirming his loose shirt moved enough to show some skin and Cellbit didn’t really think too much before skittering his fingers on the patch of his back again.

Pac yelped and slammed back on the cushions, quickly turning around and holding, a childlike, high pitched giggling flying freely from his lips.

Cellbit immediately froze.

(He didn’t try to stop him until now.)

“Wait, wait, Cellbit!”

The sentence was left incomplete as Pac snickered, bringing his hands (him) closer to his chest, still giggling even if the tickling had already stopped, eyes closed and smile going from one ear to another.

He looked relaxed. Content.

Cellbit furrowed his eyebrows. He already discovered the answer for his part of the deal. Pac’s worst spot was clear as any white shirt washed with a good dose of peroxide after a hard day, but there had been little funny details in his friend’s actions that pointed directly to one direction. That last reaction being his main hint.

Oh.

Cellbit gets it, now.

“Your worst spot isn’t your favorite one, right? That’s your back.”

Wide, expectant and excited, black eyes found his and something clicked just right in Cellbit’s brain. A predatory grin suppressed his previous thoughtful expression.

Pac didn’t deny it.

They were still in the game.

Pac was just so fun.

“Pac, Pac, Pac…” He tsks. “So you were actually hiding stuff from me.”

Easily freeing his hands from the loose grip, Cellbit observed as the scientist automatically began losing himself in sniggers, not even batting an eye when uncoordinated hands tried to grab his wrists again. He had an idea.

Pac yelped when two strong arms came and hugged him, all his protests coming to a halt with the sudden mix of soft embrace and firm restrain, leaving him frozen in confusion. The cushion at his side dipped as Cellbit put his weight on it and even if Pac’s brain began running a mile per hour he couldn’t get what his plan was here.

With a swift turn Cellbit lifted him from the sofa and rolled, his moves fast and precise - even if still a little clumsy, by the way that the detective let out a ‘oof’ sound when they fell back on the cushions and he hit the furniture, - successfully exchanging his position with Pac and, which is even more remarkable as the fingers that lightly pressed on the lovely space between his shoulderblades reminded him: leaving his entire back unprotected and open for any kind of silly, tickly attack.

“Gotcha, gigglebug.”

One hand began quickly scratching his neck as the other one skittered across his spine, wiggling on every bone until it reached his lower back, pinches, scribbles and scratches joyfully attacking the sensitive spot, exploring every part of it and immediately making his giggling grow up to a notch.

Pac shoved his face on the other’s neck, shoulders bouncing with each laughter as tiny sparks of electricity seemed to follow every one of Cellbit’s touches as they tickled and teased every and any available spot of his back, successfully trapping him in a mix of childlike, high pitched laughter and wheezy chuckles. It was a little maddening how all his muscles seemed to relax with the soft tickles as his fingertips lightly ran across his back only to instantly jump with jolts and surprised squeaks as a sudden poke or tazing was delivered right on the back of his ribs or on in between shoulderblades, increasing his laughter and pulling more and more snorts for a few seconds, just when the comforting touch would to come and take over again.

It was the most amazing, unbearable, awful, joyful trap he could imagine. Being locked on Cellbit’s firm yet gentle embrace, adrenaline running hot on his veins as the feeling of safe but in danger made all the sirens in his mind scream and a warm feeling of trust to pool into his soul. The way that he was unable to actively defend his favorite spot - how did Cellbit even discover it so quickly? - without giving his friend free access to more other places he could attck, but also knowing that just holding his hands would immediately stop him made Pac let himself go and giggle and snicker hysterically non stop.

Not to mention the literal feeling of the motor-like purr that was still present and also seemed to tickle him, his skin still feeling way too ticklish for all that buzzing. Especially since it seemed to only grow stronger every time that a special prodding on the base of his or a spidering on his upper back made him hug the detective closer.

Besides, Pac didn’t quite realize it, but with every hug he pressed his face more and more on Cellbit’s neck, his huffs and puffs of laughter resulting in shivers and wobbly smiles to escape from the detective as well.

They kept up that song and dance for a few more minutes until Cellbit got content after fishing all the wheezes, snorts, squeals and laughter he had stored, settling to massaging the nape of his neck as he calmed down. Still delivering one or two soft scribbles on the back of his ears from time to time to prevent him from falling asleep on top of him. Cellbit is still a very happily married man, afterall.

“Still alive there, dude?”

No answer. Cellbit began blinking quickly, suddenly realizing that the room seemed much more illuminated and detailed than when he first walked in, his mind instantly going back to focus on the enigma he was after now that the chase-hunt-play was over.

I mean, their deal.

(Where did that come from?)

“What is the code?”

Silence.

“Pac?”

Said one lifted himself from the hug, a giant smile on his face and a few unshed tears glistering in the corner of his eyes.

He suddenly wheezed when their eyes found each other, not expecting at all to see the full blown wide cat pupils staring right back at him.

The confused expression on Cellbit’s face only grew bigger as he continued to blink non stop, probably bothered by the light.

“Pfffff, me dá uns minutinhos aí, moço. A cat just got my tongue.” (Give me a few more minutes, bro.)

And then he immediately jumped away from the couch before the meaning of his words could fully sink in the other’s brain. He felt way too giddy after all the fun and playful tickles, with wobbly steps and gleeful chuckles twirling in the air.

“Pactw…” The underlying warning in his tone - together with a hunt-warn-catch thrill and, oh. my. god. Pac needed to tell this to the others like right now - made Pac yelp and hold his hands in rendition, lowering himself in what could be a preparation to run away or an attempt to look smaller.

“40028922!”

Cellbit kept staring at him, squinted eyes analyzing his every move and expression as usual. Sometimes Pac wondered what he found when he did this.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not! That is really the code and by the way I don’t have anything to do with it! They just told me to keep it.” As the other continued to look at him in disbelief, he started doing the orange justice dance, singing. “40028922 é o funk do Yudi que vai dar Playstation 2.” (40028922, it’s Yudi’s funk that will give you a Playstation 2)

Eventually, the detective got up from the couch and walked to the door, putting the numbers and watching it with one trembling eyebrow as the door opened effortlessly. He pinched his nose bridge with a groan and an amused huff. Knowing his luck, Cellbit should’ve expected something like that.

However, he quickly straightened his posture, combing his hair with his fingers and adjusting his coat. That was it. The last piece of the puzzle. The final level. He had no more time for playing around.

“Ok. Thank you very much for your cooperation and… trust, Pac. I appreciate it a lot. We make a good team when we work together.” He hesitated before stepping forward and didn’t quite look back, but Pac could feel those piercing brown eyes on him. “I know we were just joking but…You’re a good ally. You and Mike both. Hope we can keep fighting side by side in the future.”

“Y-yeah, of course! The Favela sticks together forever, right?”

“...Yes. We’re family. That is what we do.” Cellbit nodded and Pac mirrored him, even if the other was already getting inside the other room.

That was cool.

Dramatic.

But cool.

Pac was in the middle of sending Roier a message saying that Cellbit was heading in his direction when a thought went right through his brain, making him freeze.

“Wait.” He said out loud, looking behind to face the robot green rats that always followed him and Mike around. “Mike told him that this was like Roier’s idea and not some enigma left by the Federation, yeah?”

He began biting his nails, thinking about all the steps and parties involved in this surprise that Roier wanted to give to his husband as a gift. He wasn’t the only one invited to participate in it. Mike, Bagi, Philza, Baghera, Badboyhalo… “I mean, someone must have warned him, right?”

The rat shrugged.

Pac snorted, hand flying to his mouth before his wheezes could catch his friend’s attention and make him come back, quickly getting out of the place before Cellbit realized what he was really walking into.

(In the distance, he was almost sure that he heard a surprised shout followed by one laughter that, at this point, he already knew very well. But sometimes a good gossiper needs to know when to die for a fofoca and when to run away with half of it.)

(He needed to go tell everything to Fit first, afterall.)

[~*~] Fun facts!

The first part with Pac and Mike is inspirated in that bit they have going on where Pac mimics Mike's accent and in turn Mike makes it thicker and talks faster and they just keep it going on! They also use it when they want to do something illegal (like escape from the prision on the latest event) so the translator won't catch exactly what they're saying

40028922 is a very known number in Brazil because it was a phone number used to participate in a kid TV Show and one of the hosts had this jingle where he would sing song it and say that you would get a Playstation 2. It's so known that using it as a secret code it's a bit like... rick rolling the person.

It's not made very clear but this is kind of inspired by @squeaky-n-blushy 's tags on my guapoduo tickle hc and Cellbit is actually walking directly to the end of a puzzle made by Roier as a gift where his prize are tickles :D Yay!!

#Cellbit: I am the master of the teases and antecipation I am ruthless I have no mercy I am unstoppable #Pac: a// Cellbit: Friend is uncomfortable? Friend want me to stop?? Friend is sad??? *sad wet cat noises*#I tried to make this a bit out of my comfort zone! :D With plenty of teases and antecipation and took a while to write but I am very happy!#You can see this as romantic but honestly I think they have something much weirder going on #qsmp tickles #qsmp tickling #Ticklish!Pac #Ler!Cellbit #I regret nothing #I wanted to make the dialogue in portuguese on the tickle part too but I would've died fr fr #Sarcastic and acid Pac lives rent free in my mind I mean did you see the prank he and Mike did to Foolish to get him back about the prison?#Crazy stuff for real for real xD #Kanene's fanfic #Kanene's fic

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