#ler!xavier

[fluffomatic]

The pic with Xavier and his niffler is the sweetest thing i've seen today, thank you for your art

Do you think Xavier can take revenge on Waffles later or do you only draw him as a lee at the moment?

hope you remember the scene from fantastic beasts that shows that nifflers can be ticklish

I prefer drawing him as a lee but I won't lie I do love seeing him getting some revenge sometimes! Plus who wouldn't want to tickle the little niffler! Or, should I say, nifLEE!! Hehehe!

I haven’t seen fantastic beasts but in the mobile game I play Hagrid tickles one so I knew!

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

#thanks for the ask! #answered asks #my art #my artwork #tickling #tickle art #tickle #tickles #my art stuff #my oc #ticklish!waffles #lee!waffles #ler!xavier #hogwarts mystery tickles

[potatohater]

Fandom: Wednesday

Characters: Xavier Thorpe and Wednesday Addams

1.5k words

soo, this is like my second tickle fic ever so im actually sorry if this shit is so cringey and ☠️☠️ but i tried at least; and i didn’t want to do Wednesday like a super uwu girl but idk what is it (and sorry for all mistakes im not fluent in eng)

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Weak moonlight crawled through the old windows of shelter. Two silhouettes were talking quietly, sound of silence and cracking leaves brought peace of mind. Xavier’s little workshop was filled with calm mumbling of him, teaching Wednesday how to draw certain things (she asked for art lesson because c wanted to draw a spider poster) but they mostly just talked about everything but drawing.

Her legs crossed on the floor full filled with canvases, paint and all this “creative” stuff that she could never reach. But she tried at least.

Boy’s hands moved slowly, showing how to colour the body and doing shades; eyes followed every movement. The night was really going.. well? At first he was surprised (actually very surprised) that she not just came to him, but asked for help in drawing something? Is everything was fine w her? But as it turned out it wasn’t something unusual, they became more closer after all this events, and they didn’t mind. At all.

“Are you sure you’re not a wizard, because honestly I have no idea how you’re doing this” she tried to repeat his movements but all seemed wrong. He chuckled. Dark eyes glanced at their canvases, comparing them, she sighed putting her work on the floor.

“I’m actually quite sorry for the last, not the whole thing, just about suspecting you thing” she continued, not a muscle moved on her face but her voice sounded pretty honest. Her hands embraced her knees and she sat with her back against the wall hugging them. Long braided hair and disappointed eyes complement the picture.

“Are you actually going to bring this up every minute we are alone?” He gave her a sarcastic look, playing with his eyebrows, but he knew that if he was her, it would be kinda hard to believe that anyone actually forgave you.

He glanced at Wednesday’s drawing and took another colour to do some corrections while she just sat there, looking at an infinite number of canvases and paints around the place.

“Come on, lets finish this shit” he poked her side, giving her canvas. She didn’t say a word, only twitched in the opposite direction, protecting her side with hand. Face was still without any hint on emotion. But he knew that there was something.

“Wha—“ His eyes met Wednesday’s.

“What?” She straightened up. Xavier was started to think that he made this up because of tiredness but one un-safe idea appeared in his head. Corners of his mouth moved upwards, forming a small grin; he just couldn’t help it.

He wanted to poke one more time but Wednesday grabbed his hand abruptly. She just confirmed his theory with out any words. Other hand tries to grab her side but she moved away. Again. Small grin re-formed into a playful smile, eyes filled with curiosity wasn’t the thing that Wednesday prepared for.

“I juhust can’t believe it” he giggled. Voice came across the room, banging on the walls and echoing in Wednesday’s ears. He moved his free hand to her stomach, doesn’t actually waiting for anything. Her other hand squeezed another Xavier’s arm. Results: Xavier in the full range of emotions, with two blocked hands, but has it ever stopped him? Ever? (Rhetorical question). Wednesday understanding that is no actually escape from this shit but murder. Has it ever stopped her neither?

Emotionless face made it really worse. Her insides were curving and dancing along when facial expressions said that she’d rather put bullet in her chest than show herself smiling or laughing.

Without a word her eyes narrowed at him. They took eye contact for a good three seconds until his hand spidered all across her stomach. She let go of his hands, trying to protect her own body from this.. strange, but familiar vibration. Like she wanted to crawl out from her own skin yk.

After all this years, it felt the same. All that childhood memories when she was a kid, and uncle Fester was an adult without any pity, he’d tickle her to death sometimes; not quite literal in this situation. He actually was the first who come up with that idea, but it’s a secret (for his own safety)

The familiar sensation come through her stomach, making her chortle with her own breath. She was trying to curl up, but his hands were too good for this shit. They quickly sneaked into her underarms, wiggling and dancing.

Yes. She felt like she was 9 again, because she had literally the same situation.

—

Back back in time uncle Fester came to Addams for some kind of holiday or what. It was the first time he met something like, her physical weakness?

She was too unemotional even for herself; there weren’t anything, not anger or grief. Just nothing. They sat alone in her room on the bed. He poked her a few times to catch her attention when she flinched from him, eyes widened that much that you could see an entire universe in them.

“Oh—” they said at the same time. “So you are” small grin cracked his facial expressions. He could see that she don’t even know what was it, and it was even funnier. He immediately crawled his hands into her underarms and that was it. It was half-choked laugh, maybe it was actually first and the last time she laughed in his presence, or at all. Her cheeks darkened when she heard her high, childish giggles. She tried so much to lower the corners of her mouth which formed a small smile. He retreated almost immediately of course, he didn’t want to kill the kid. (at least at first)

“Good spot. Noted” he fondly smiled at her. Their eyes met, when Wednesday was breathing heavily, protecting her underarms and sides.

After that he slept with one eye opened for good three month. It took her a few years to forget how does it feel, and she wasn’t sure if she was happy to bring these memories back.

—

She threw her head back, hitting the wall. Xavier chuckled at her, hands drooling her underarms even more. His eyes caught her smile. Not like smirk but actually smile. She actually tried to wipe off that smile off her face, or shook her head so he couldn’t see her smile; but he could. He saw that a bit crinkled eyes and up turned corners of the mouth, hidden by the long black hair. Her hands caught Xavier’s arms, trying to pull them away, but oh boy he was just starting.

“St-stop it” dangerous glint in her eyes had to warn him, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“You actually are ticklish)” but it wasn’t like he teased her with a shit-eating grin on his face, no. He said it with pure enjoyment or even happiness. Like he thought about it few times but it looked so unrealistic that he gave up. But look at this. The Wednesday Addams herself, cracking under Xavier on the dusty floor in his shelter.

“Oh come on”. he said, looking at her eyes and smiling. All the moments when you saw her emotions were so rare and imperceptible that the whole situation felt like a fever dream. And he didn’t want to wake up.

“Don’t keep it in yourself, set it free.” One of his hands crawled out of her underarm, and dug into her higher ribs. Jackpot.

A few light giggles slipped of Wednesday’s mouth. Xavier’s smile grew even more. She shrieked, flailed, and finally fell into helpless, quiet laughter. Eyes closed, she stopped shaking her head, so now he could see her whole face. His other hand came to her ribs, she squealed.

He just felt how his heart melted, it was first time he saw her so.. smiley, and happy. Her hands weakened, so it was just a grip on his arms which didn’t do anything.

“Is it a bad spot?” He moved his hands to her lower ribs. Giggles became a bit louder. She tried to gave him a “one more word from you mouth, and you won’t wake up tomorrow morning” look, but her smile and laugh kinda ruined the whole vibe. Yeah, and all this red cheeks face and heavy breathing didn’t pass the vibe either.

He tickled her ribs ruthlessly for a few more moments until he raised his hands up as criminals do, smiling. He obviously didn’t want to stop but everyone has their limits. And it looked like smiled 10 years ahead.

Her smile faded and eyes filled with curiosity, or it was disgust; he didn’t make out. Heavy breathing calmed down, and she looked at Xavier, waiting for him to say something. Silence was so loud for a few seconds, she even opened her mouth to say something when he handed hers painting, he fixed a few details.

“Come on, lets finish this shit” words actually sounded with a different intonation but she didn’t care. Wednesday took her canvas, and silently picked a brush from the floor to finish it. Xavier grinned at her, taking his drawing to finish too.

He won’t forget it. Never. And she knew it; he should probably sleep with one eye opened.

#tworld #tickle fic #ticklish!wednesday #tickling #HELLO #ler!xavier #it was better in my head honestly 🤭🤭🤭 #good luck #so yeah im like doing 1 fic during a month and #waiting for million followers

[lil-yellow-dragon]

Wednesday, Tyler and Xavier aren't a love triangle.

It's a love corner

#and our girl is backed into it hissing #wenclair #wednesday addams #wednesday #netflix wednesday #wednesday is a lesbian #wednesday netflix #fuck tyler #fuck xavier #anti w*nvier #anti w*ler

[koala-fluff]

Tickletober Day 1: Anticipation

Fandom: Wednesday

-Enjoy!

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Xavier knew he was screwed as soon as she let herself in. Actually, he knew when he saw her sitting grumpily at lunch.

"Bad day?" He asked, eyeing her warily.

"Yes." Wednesday replied curtly, gathering up some of his paint and preparing a canvas.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No." The reply made him freeze for only a moment. He cleared his throat and watched, to his horror, as she set up her space directly next to his.

They painted in silence. To anyone else, it would seem like a nice scene. Just two friends, comfortable in each other's presence without need to speak.

For poor Xavier though, it was anything but comfortable.

His movements were stiff and his face was slightly pink. Every few seconds, his eyes were drawn in her direction. His nerves were buzzing as he waited for her inevitable attack.

During one of his passing glances, Wednesday looked at him slyly. He inhaled sharply, watching her closely. She deliberately reached for a thicker brush and wiggled her fingers before picking it up.

Xavier's eyes widened and he turned away immediately. What was he painting again? It was so hard to focus with her right there.

"Hm…" the evil Addams hummed, tilting her head. "Maybe…"

Her hand shot towards the boy, fingers formed into claws. He yelped and dropped his brush. His arms went down to defend and he closed his eyes, preparing for…

… nothing?

He carefully opened one eye, then his jaw dropped, offended.

She stood there, head cocked in confusion. Evidently, she was just being a little menace, for she had stolen his magenta paint.

"Hey!" He huffed, relaxing only a tiny bit. "I was using that!"

"No you weren't." She said, looking back at her own canvas. "You were too busy waiting for me to tickle you."

He spluttered, his face going scarlet. "Wha- no! I wasn't- why-"

She held a hand up and slowly turned to face him again. She hummed thoughtfully, her eyes going from her canvas to his face, then back to whatever masterpiece she was creating. Xavier peaked at it and saw that it was covered in a light, redish color.

"I've been having trouble with my background." She said, slowly putting her brush down. "I just can't seem to get the right shade of red."

Xavier looked like a deer in headlights. His own eyes tracked between her and her canvas. A shiver ran down his spine as she cracked her knuckles and stepped towards him. He, obviously, stepped back.

"I think," she said, a smirk growing on her lips, "if I can make you blush only a little more, your face will be the perfect reference…"

He gulped.

Yep, he was so screwed.

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #tickletober #wednesday tickles #ticklish!xavier #lee!xavier #ler!wednesday #ko writes wednesday tickles #ko's fics

[alvaronobrejunior01]

A verdadeira coragem não é a de enfrentar o leão, a cobra, mas, sim, a de enfrentar o nosso próprio impulso. Chico Xavier

#livros #alvaro nobre junior #leitores #chico xavier #poetas en tumblr #poeta #poetas #livro #poetasdeinstagram #escritor #frases de amor #ler

[austinstyles]

I wanted to post this poll to find out what everyone that read this wants me to write a fanfic about. Like do you want Austin Butler or Niall Horan or Cody Fern. Also if you want a fanfic based on the characters they play that I write for. (Also this poll is done in one week. Will also be sharing the results.)

#cody fern #austin butler #austinstyles #sebastian kydd #austinstyles chat #poll #fanfic poll #fanfic writer #fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #the carrie diaries #austin butler sebastian kydd #xavier plympton #jim mason #austin!elvis #niall horan #multifandom #multi fandom #masters of the air #gale cleven #austin babe-ler #elvis 2022 #ahs 1984 #request are open #buck cleven

[grabowskibeepboop]

Okay but why does a w*ler blog lowkey have such good Tyler text posts?

#i don't like this #balance is off #I can't like it or else it's gonna give me more w*ler #tylorpe #tavier #tyler x xavier #tythorpe #xavier x tyler #wenclair #wednesday x enid #enid x wednesday

[blushyeleven]

Hey! So this is my Christmas fic! Im so sorry it’s bad but it was really rushed. But nonetheless have an amazing Christmas!

Characters: lee!y/n, ler!wednesday, ler! enid (Bianca, Xavier, Ajax and yoko at the end!)

Warnings: tickles

𝑻𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈

your eyelids flung opened. Your eyes became more apparent to the light as you fondly rubbed them. Christmas. It was Christmas!!! What time was it?! You questioned as you reached for your phone, switching it on. 10:43.

You looked beside you to see enid and wednesday look up “oh hey! Your awake! Merry Christmas!!” Enid excitedly said and she came running over to you before launching into a hug. “Morning” Wednesday said, as mellow as ever. Even though it was Christmas.. some things never change. You hugged enid back before smiling and saying “merry Christmas!” And standing up from your bed before skipping over to Wednesday. You didn’t expect a hug but to your surprise she stood up and half-heartedly put an arm around your waist. Your smile beamed at her “wow! I get a half hug, somebody must be in a good mood today, for once!” You jokingly commented “oh please, I just felt like showing gratitude to you, I know you have been excited about today especially. Although I will never understand why” she commented before retracting her arm. You and enid both just giggled at her

“Presents!!” Enid enthusiastically stated. “You guys haven’t opened your presents?” You questioned “enid insisted we waiting for you” Wednesday replied. Enids jaw dropped “but you said-“ she was cut of by a death stare being delivered by Wednesday “never mind!” She widened her eyes before smiling at you. “Okayy..” you raised a brow before handing Wednesday and enid their perfectly wrapped presents.

Enid wasted no time before clawing into the wrapping paper,shredding it into little peices that elegantly fell to the floor. Inside she found a new nail varnish and a pink candle. “Oh my god! I love it! Thankyou so much y/n!” she exclaimed and she then threw her arms around you again.Grasping you into a bear hug. “Ofcourse!” You said wrapping your arms back around her before you both let go and you could see the excitement lit in her eyes.

You then looked over at Wednesday, seeing her tearing the wrapping paper. You cross your fingers, hoping she likes it. Once she ripped a big enough hole she pulled out a black metal necklace with a deep purple, crystal charm hanging from the necklace. You saw her eyes widen slightly, seeming impressed as she held it in her hand and inspected it. “It’s nice, thankyou y/n” she said looking up at you. Your worried expression faded into a smile. If that sentence came from anybody else you would be skeptical, doubting if they meant it. But because it came from Wednesday you were buzzing. “Ofcourse!”

Enid then practically shoved your gift into your arms, watching you i inquisitively open it. It was a white, hand knitted, scarf? You looked confused, you wasn’t quite sure what it was but either way you were still grateful. Enid saw your puzzled face and enlightened you with “it’s a snood! Your now matching with me and Wednesday!” Your then smiled before saying “oh! I see! Thankyou so much!” Before placing it gently on your bed.

“Right, what are our plans for-“ you were cut off by Wednesday. “We’re not done” she said. Stretching her arm out, handing you a gift bag. Your eyes lit up and your lips curved into a smile “but you said you weren’t doing gifts” you remarked seeing advert your eye contact, looking at the floor “don’t mention it.” She quickly replied so you thought better then to drag it on.

Her deep black pupils followed your fingers as you opened the bag, lifting out a silver necklace with a heart locket dangling from it with your initial on it. You opened your mouth slightly before opening the locket to see a picture that enid had taken of you and Wednesday. Your smile stretched across your face “I- W-wednesday, I love it!” You Stuttered, finding it difficult to form any words. “Your welcome” she said in her slightly lighter tone. “I helped choose it!” Enid butted in as you smiled further, still being mesmerised by the gift. “I can help you put it on!” Enid mentioned and she held her hand out to which you placed the necklace in and she skipped behind you, securing the necklace to your neck before spinning around you again to see how you looked. You jokingly began to pose as Wednesday half smiled and enid excitedly clapped.

“Right, plans for today?” You questioned. “We can go meet everybody later, but for now we can just chill in our dorm?” Enid suggested to which you and Wednesday both reluctantly agreed. You decided to put on some comfy clothes to make yourself more presentable. So you picked up a pair of joggers and a jumper before walking to the bathroom to get dressed.

Once you exited you had the great idea of Modeling your snood to Enid and Wednesday. So you carefully picked it up from you bed and tying it around you head. After you wrapped it a few times you found yourself becoming tangled in it, unable to get it off from your head. “Uhm help” you said, muffled through the cotton.

Enid started laughing seeing you stuck and you couldn’t see but Wednesday smirked, clearly amused. After enid had finished her laughing fit she skipped over to help you with Wednesday shortly behind

“Arms up!” Enid said as you followed her very straight forward orders. You then realised your arms go and. that’s when you felt a graze of fingers against your armpit. Presumably an accident but nonetheless you still let out a muffled squeal before jumping back

“Oh I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Enid empathised as Wednesday was just standing, watching, extremely entertained. “No.. im okay!” you reassured with your arms still in the air. “Okay okay” enid replied as she began trying to fix your rather embarrassing mess. But once again you felt her fingers graze against your armpits and this time you let out a quite giggle before inching back

“What’s so funny?” Enid questioned still trying to unravel you. “N-Nothing” you stuttered before being freed by enid. But although you were free from the snood you weren’t free from the questions

“So what was that all about, did I scare you or something?” Enid raised a brow, puzzled “nope, honestly I’m fine!” You tried to say. That’s when Wednesday walked over “it seemed to be when Enid touched your armpi- oh, oh I see, ticklish?” Wednesday mischievously smirked “what? I’m lost!” Enid whined before Wednesday was still smirking while moving closer to you. Your face fading into a deeper red

“Well, she seemed to either giggle or jump whenever you touched her armpit so that leads me to believe she’s sensitive” wednesday stated causing you to shuffle in your place uncomfortably “sensit- oh! that’s adorable” enid said smiling at you.

“I don’t know what you guys are taking about” you said defensively. There was no way they just found out your secret. thoughts swarmed to your brain, desperately trying to find a solution. You saw how evil Wednesday was with tickling. Recently you had witness her wreck enid past years because enid had started blasting pop music. That couldn’t be you.

“Well I did just explain it to you” Wednesday said, still smirking. “Alow me to demonstrate what I mean!” She added before jabbing her black painted fingernails into your sides. Again, causing you to react with a squeal before jumping back “see” she said smugly.

“Nononononono, come on! It’s Christmas, it’s the season of giving!” You said backing up but they both stepped closer. “Exactly! So we’re giving you tickles!” Enid remarked before rapidly squeezing your sides. You fell back on your bed erupting into bright, bubbly giggles. Wednesday then decided to crawl on top of you. Sitting on your waistline before scribbling her trimmed nails across your stomach and enid sat next to you, poking at your sides.

You then exploded into loud heaps of helpless laughter “BAHAHHAHAHAHAH NOHO GEHEHET OOHOFFF!!” You complained, attempting to squirm. “I don’t think I will, consider this an extra Christmas gift” Wednesday teased “WEHEHEL DOHOES THIS OHONE COME WIHITH A REHECIET!” You shrieked, flailing about. “Hey! Don’t be rude!” Enid warned before using her wolf claws to scratch at your armpits “BAHAHAHAHAHAAH I CAHAHHAHHANNTT!!” You screamed as they just continued to mercilessly tickle you. They both didn’t plan on stopping any time soon so whether you liked it or not, you were going to be tickled past tears. it’s not like you were kicking up a fuss about it, or complaining. In fact you secretly enjoyed it. But there was no way you would ever admit that to anybody. Wednesday started to wiggled her fingers against your ribs. Evilly Smirking at your current state. “Come on, it’s just a bit of tickling there’s no need to be so dramatic” Wednesday snarkily commented. You felt a little heat rise to your cheeks after she said the dreaded t word. “And your going all pink!!” Enid observed, poking your cheek before working her way down to your knees. Squeezing at them. You then kicked out your legs while desperately trying to grab Wednesdays torturous hands. But her finger were to quick for you. Everytime you tried to grab her hands she would inch them further down your tummy. Closer and closer to your belly button. Causing your laughter to increase an octave with ever inch. Wednesday took note of this before teasingly swirling her finger around the rim of to ur belly button seeing you explode into hysterics “NOOHOHOOHOHHOHOHO OKAHAHHAHAY NOHOHOHOOT THEHEHEHHEHEREE!!!!” You pleaded. Although Wednesday wasn’t in the mood for showing any mercy. So she quickly and Methodicaly began scratching at your belly button, causing you to squeal, scream and thrash about. Meanwhile enid was going to town on your knees. Latching onto them and squeezing, before spidering her fingers just under them. You were just laying there. In a laughing fit with the overpowering tickly sensations buzzing through your whole body.

They didn’t stop untill they heard the door open

Surely enough it was bianca, yoko, xavier and ajax walking through “merry Christmas!” They said in unison as Wednesday and enid crawled of you to stand up and say hello.

You were still laying on the bed with a flushed face, watery eyes and still, quite giggles lingered in your voice

“Is y/n okay? What did you guys do?” Bianca asked clearly concerned. “Don’t worry, they was just receiving one of their Christmas gifts” Wednesday said with a hint of mischief in her tone

“Do we even wanna kn-“ Xavier mentioned before being interrupted by enid “tickles” she said and smiled causing your obvious blush to increase.

Eventually, you stood up from your bed and walked over to greet them with your hair slightly messed up, still watery eyes and extremely red cheeks “hey guys!” You said standing next to Wednesday

“Remind me never to get onto enids or Wednesdays bad side” bianca said causing everybody to smile, even Wednesday. (It was a Christmas miracle)

#tickle content #ler! wednesday #wednesday tickle #wednesday addams #enid tickle #ler! enid #y/n tickle #ticklish y/n #y/n x Wednesday #christmas #tickle fic #sfw tickle #sfw tickling community #tickle fanfiction

[shield-o-futuro]

3. Scarlett

3.Uma interação com seu herói favorito

Há mais ou menos 5 anos atrás

O lado bom de estar tendo aulas no Instituto Xavier, era que Scarlett podia ver seus amigos mutantes com muito mais frequência do que antes. Mesmo que não estivessem na mesma turma, ela esbarrava com eles o tempo todo pelo campus, e a menina tinha de admitir que isso era muito legal.

O lado ruim é que ela só estava tendo aulas ali porque foi expulsa de sua antiga escola, e precisava terminar seu ano letivo. Como punição, seus pais a proibiram de participar de qualquer atividade extra com os mutantes, ou seja, treinamentos especiais na Sala de Perigo ou qualquer coisa parecida estavam fora de cogitação, eram apenas as aulas normais e nada além disso. 

Por esse motivo, assim que as aulas regulares do dia terminaram, e sua turma temporária seguiu para aulas mais voltadas para o controle e desenvolvimento de suas habilidades mutantes, Scarlett se viu sozinha, até que sua mãe chegasse para buscá-la. Por sorte, no jardim próximo ao lago, havia uma área de tiro ao alvo no qual ela podia praticar um pouco com seu arco. Já fazia praticamente uma semana que ela fazia a mesma rotina, e até então, ninguém além dela mesma apareceu para utilizar o campo. Alguns alunos passavam de vez em quando e até a assistiam enquanto atirava, mas ninguém se juntava a ela de fato.

Bom, ninguém até aquela tarde. 

Já fazia quase quinze minutos que ela estava ali. Estava se preparando para atirar mais uma flecha, desta vez no alvo do meio, o mais distante, quando ouviu passos se aproximando. A garota ruiva se virou devagar, abaixando o arco com cuidado, e assim que viu a figura de Jean Grey ali, sentiu-se animada. Não era segredo para ninguém o fato de que Scarlett adorava Jean. Ela era sua pessoa favorita em toda aquela escola, e mais do que isso, era sua mutante–não, sua heroína favorita desde que ela conseguia se lembrar. Além disso, as duas se davam bem. A ruiva mais velha nunca foi nada além de gentil e atenciosa com Scarlett, e essa era uma coisa que ela adorava.

— Sabia que eu a encontraria aqui. — Jean olhou para a mais nova, e então cruzou os braços, com um sorriso no rosto. — Desculpe por atrapalhar sua concentração.

— Não tem problema, eu só estava matando o tempo. — Scarlett gesticulou com a mão livre, pouco antes de sua expressão mudar de repente. Ela ficou um pouco tensa e apreensiva. — Aconteceu alguma coisa? Eu estou com problemas? Eu juro que não fiz nada, se a Alex…

Ela tentou se explicar, porque já estava muito acostumada a se meter em problemas, de propósito ou sem querer. E também não seria a primeira vez que Alexandra Rasputin a acusava de alguma coisa que não tinha feito e, devido a seu histórico, as pessoas acreditavam. Mas relaxou quando Jean soltou uma leve risada e fez um sinal com a mão para que ela parasse de falar.

— Não se preocupe, Scar, não é por isso que estou aqui. Só vim ver como você estava. Queria saber se você está se adaptando bem por aqui.

— Ah… bom, quanto a isso, eu estou sim! — Respondeu, agora mais aliviada e de volta a seu jeito descontraído de sempre. — Como eu estava dizendo, estou tentando me manter longe de problemas, e todo mundo aqui tem sido bem legal comigo. As aulas também são ótimas. Tenho me esforçado bastante para melhorar minhas notas, e acho que estou fazendo progresso. Pequeno ainda, mas estou. Até recebi um elogio da professora Munroe ontem.

— Isso é muito bom. — Jean parecia genuinamente feliz e orgulhosa, mas a olhou como se… bom, como se pudesse ler seus pensamentos, mas Scarlett sabia que ela não estava fazendo isso de verdade. Ela ficou um momento em silêncio apenas a observando, antes de continuar. — Mas? Sinto pelo seu tom que tem um “mas” escondido aí.

Scarlett bufou. Não adiantava mentir para uma telepata, e ela nem queria fazer isso.

— Mas, eu preferia poder acompanhar os outros em tudo. Fazer os treinos com o resto dos alunos, ir pra Sala de Perigo, participar das aulas de combate e defesa, das aulas de estratégia, dos jogos e tudo mais.

— Foi o que eu imaginei. — A mutante se aproximou um pouco mais, com o semblante compressivo. — No entanto, você entende que essa não foi uma decisão nossa, não é? E que nem eu, nem os outros professores podem passar por cima do pedido de seus pais, certo?

Scarlett concordou levemente com a cabeça.

— Eu sei. Só é… sei lá, bem chato.

— Entendo. E sinto muito que eu não possa fazer nada a respeito disso.

Scarlett se sentiu grata pelo comentário. Era bom ver que pelo menos algum dos adultos sabia mais ou menos o que ela estava sentindo. Mais um motivo para ela gostar tanto da mutante.

Outro breve momento de silêncio se seguiu. Jean a olhou com cuidado, e então abaixou um pouco os olhos, estendendo a mão. Scarlett levou alguns segundos para perceber que ela estava lhe pedindo silenciosamente seu arco. Um pouco confusa, ela o entregou para a mais velha.

Com o arco em mãos, Jean usou telecinese para tirar uma das flechas da aljava nas costas de Scarlett e a arrumou no arco, atirando no alvo logo em seguida. Foi um tiro decente, não bem no centro, mas também não muito fora do alvo.

A mais nova arregalou os olhos, surpresa, esquecendo-se quase que imediatamente da frustração de momentos atrás. 

— Você nunca me disse que sabia atirar!

Jean sorriu de forma divertida.

— Bom, tecnicamente, você nunca perguntou. — Jean devolveu em um tom brincalhão. — Mas eu praticava quando era mais jovem. Me ajudava a ter foco e a limpar minha mente. Também era bom ter um tempo só para mim, longe dos meninos. �� Ao dizer isso, ela piscou para a mais nova, como se estivesse compartilhando um segredo.

Scarlett riu, e a entregou outra flecha. Essa foi um pouco melhor, mas parou quase do lado da última. Scarlett bateu palmas algumas vezes.

— Nada mal, você é realmente boa!

— Já fui um pouco melhor. Mas confesso que eu costumava fazer isso — Jean pegou outra flecha e no momento que a atirou, ela a redirecionou com seus poderes para atingir bem no centro do alvo. — com muito mais frequência.

— Quer dizer que você trapaceava, então.

— Mas eu fazia isso de forma bem sutil, tanto que deixava os garotos impressionados. Acho que o Bobby acredita até hoje que eu seja uma arqueira tão competente quanto seu pai, se quer saber. Mas Hank e Scott, eles nunca caíram nessa. — A mais velha fez uma pausa, e levantou uma sobrancelha. — Aceita um pequeno desafio comigo?

Scarlett balançou a cabeça, se divertindo.

— Agora que eu sei que você pode fazer isso, não! 

As duas riram juntas, e Jean devolveu o arco para a mais nova.

— Isso me lembra de outra coisa que eu gostaria de falar com você.

— O que? — Scarlett perguntou, curiosa.

— Temos uma aluna aqui, que chegou um pouco antes de você, e tem tido uma certa dificuldade de se enturmar.  Ela se chama Shannon, e também se interessa muito por arco e flecha, mas não se acha tão boa, então ela não pratica tanto quanto poderia. — Jean começou. — Será que posso trazê-la amanhã para vocês duas praticarem juntas depois das aulas? Tenho certeza de que isso a ajudaria muito. Vai deixá-la um pouco mais confiante.

Sem nem pensar muito sobre o assunto, Scarlett já tinha uma resposta na ponta da língua.

— Claro, por que não? Vai ser legal ter companhia aqui mais vezes!

— Acredito que vocês duas vão se dar bem. — Então Jean fez uma pausa abrupta, olhou levemente para o lado e então voltou a olhar para a mais nova. — Sua mãe chegou.

Como se apenas estivesse esperando uma deixa, o celular de Scarlett anunciou a chegada de uma nova mensagem. Era sua mãe, lhe dizendo exatamente a mesma coisa que Jean havia dito.

— É. Eu adoro quando você faz isso. — Scarlett arrumou rapidamente suas coisas, jogando a mochila em um dos ombros. — Então, espero pela Shannon aqui amanhã?

— Sim, vou falar com ela hoje mesmo. — Jean se colocou ao lado da ruiva mais nova, e colocou a mão em suas costas. — Vamos, eu te acompanho até a entrada, quero conversar um pouco com sua mãe. Ela vai gostar de saber que você tem se esforçado por aqui.

NOTA: Nesse conto aqui, a Scarlly tem 12-13 anos. Tenho 99% de certeza que já foi dito tanto na história quando aqui que ela estudou por um curto período de tempo no Instituto quando era mais nova, então esse conto se passa nessa época. E a Shannon, que foi citada ai no finalzinho, apareceu lá no tumblr da GeneXt, ela é parte da ex-equipe da Alex :) E por fim, os dois heróis favoritos da Scarlett, tirando seus pais ( porque eles estão sempre em primeiro lugar ) são o Tony e a Jean, e ai acabou que resolvi fazer um conto com a Jean, porque sim. Como vocês podem ver eu to tentando continuar/terminar esses contos especiais, que deveriam ser mais curtos, mas que eu acabei me empolgando com esse ashuasuashuas uma hora eu posto todos.

#scarlett romanoff #xmen #genext #jean grey #vingadores #marvel #jv mini contos

[klimtjardin]

É dia do amor! Hmmm... Dia que começa bem para Xavier, que criou coragem e chamou a Zoe para um encontro em casa. Avelã totalmente chocada que o Xavier tem um encontro "ele pega mulher!" e claro que não porque ele está com roupa de inverno e o Hermes de verão. Dá pra ler na expressão do Hermes "se deu bem, hein"... Hermes: Vamo, minha filha, passa tudo, todas informações, vou pesquisar até seus antepassados hmpf... ele é um amigo ciumento.

#contos de nube #pensão da prímula #att 14 #hermes #avelã #xavier

[chalterdh22]

Day 14: Logan (Wolverine) in Soft - Augtickletober

Lee: Logan/Wolverine

Ler: Peter/Quicksliver

Summary:  Logan is waiting impatiently with Peter, while he buzzes around, driving him crazy.  So, Peter tries to “help” the situation, to drive him more crazy.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Some swearing as well.

As Logan was sitting in a recliner, waiting for Xavier to come back with information on their next move, he watched Peter play some video game he had no interest in.  Waiting, or basically patience of any kind wasn’t his strong suit, so he sat there, sipping a beer, and making huffing noises after every few minutes or so.  “What’s with all the noises?”  Peter shot back.

Before Logan could even respond, the boy sped to the kitchen and back to his seat, continuing to play games, now sipping on some soda he grabbed.  “I’m not great at just sitting here, waiting for orders.”  Logan shot back to the boy, who paused his game and turned to him slowly.  This kid, though he loved him, was driving him crazy!  He had severe ADD surely and asked too many questions.

“So, do something then!”  Peter shot back, turning back to his game.  He then slammed his soda, zipped back and forth again with some snacks now.

“Can’t you just sit still for a second?”  Logan said gruffly, now getting even more antsy. 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re driving me crazy!”

“Why?”  It was like dealing with a toddler, a big, annoying, fast toddler who could move circles around him before he could even blink.

“Ugh!”  Logan said as he stood up to stretch his arms over his head. 

“Go do some push ups or something.  Wolverine is looking a little soft if you ask me!”

“Nobody asked you, and what the hell do you mean soft?!”  Let’s be real.  He was in prime shape.  But Peter liked to mess with him too.

“Oh, how about here!”  And zoom, flew Peter and Logan felt a small poke on his side, that made him jump back.  “And here.”  Another poke.  “And here…and here…here…..”

“Stop it!  Or I’m going to tear your head off!”

“Sure, you are!  I just got five pokes in a second and you are still standing there covering your, soft spots!”  Peter was mocking him sitting back playing his game, while Logan stood there with his arms around his torso.

And just as Logan was about to get another word in the quick talking monster of a friend zipped right past him, knocking Logan back onto the chair and was circling him at lightening speed getting jabs in every spot he could reach.

Logan was not only out of control angry at this point, but had a stupid smirk on his face, and giggles started to seep through his lips.  “What’s that, are you trying to say something to me?”  He yelled over the sounds that were spewing from his mouth.

“Stoooopppp, you diiiicckkkkk!”  He was swinging with his claws out in the air, swiping at the fast-moving, fast-talking Peter.

Peter kept moving and dodging every swipe while still getting in about 5 pokes every two seconds, now taking down completely the large, older man, who was now sliding down the chair, closer to the floor.  He didn’t stand a chance at Quicksilver’s speed and now focus.  He finally stopped, and stood above Logan, as he was breathing heavily.

“You ok, old man?”  Logan looked up at him, who wasn’t hardly breathing at all.

“Ju-juusst st ttoopp kid.”  He couldn’t even look up at Peter, who was still standing over him with a smirk on his face.

“Ok, only if you admit you are soft!”  He said with an even bigger smile.  He had Logan right where he wanted him.

“Sure kid, I’m soft.  Now leave me alone!”

“Ok!”  And he went right back to playing his game as if nothing happened, as Logan sat up, red faced and finally getting his breath back. 

#tickletober #tickle scenarios #tickle content #augtickletober2023 #xmen #wolverine #quicksilver #hugh jackman

[fluffomatic]

Have no fear; idea dump incoming!!

A tickle fight between Xavier and Talbott would be cute to see

Xavier getting Talbott back for always tickling him

The tickle charm/spell prank on Snape (if Xavier's bold enough to try)

Talbott wrecking Xavier just because 🤷🏾‍♀️

Hope this helped😊🥰👍🏾😉

This is the same thing that happened with Hunter and Darius lmao. I planned on just doing lee Xavier! I believe you actually were the first person to suggest lee Darius and I was like, ya know what? Why not? This is kinda a follow up pic of the last one I did of Xavier and Snape, the kid gets revenge!! Also Snape didn't actually take the points away cause he couldn't bring himself to tell Dumbledore why 😏

(PLATONIC)

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

#thanks for the ask! #answered asks #my art #my artwork #tickling #tickle art #tickle #tickles #my art stuff #my oc #ticklish!snape #lee!snape #ler!xavier #tickle spell #hogwarts mystery tickles

[stars-and-birds]

Wednesday for the fandom ask!

my favorite female character

Enid my beloved <3 my favorite male character

Eugene 🐝

my favorite book/season/etc

season 1 I guess lol

my favorite episode (if its a tv show)

the finale with the Wenclair hug 🥺

my favorite cast member

I think you know

my favorite ship

wenclair 💗🖤

a character I’d die defending

Enid my friend doesn’t like her >:(

a character I just can’t sympathize with

Xavier. I mean Tyler too, but Xavier is especially annoying to me

a character I grew to love

Bianca !

my anti otp

w*ler

Thanks for the ask! Sorry it’s late </3

#Ask #aggie💗 #amazing mutuals

[xavcaguilar]

❛ you and i both know i’m looking at the real you right now. ❜

Ser vulnerável com quem amava não era um problema, nunca foi. Mas ainda assim, tinham momentos em que Xavier tentava lutar contra isso, contra o fato de ser um livro aberto para aqueles que sabiam ler suas entrelinhas. Ele suspirou ao ouvir os dizeres da amiga, e se aninhou um pouco mais em seu colo. A relação que eles compartilhavam permitia aquilo, permitia que Cerys visse todas as suas camadas, não apenas o amigo Xavier, ou o paquerador, cavalheiro, ou o ansioso que não via a hora de ter uns instantes a sós com ela. "As vezes isso me assusta, sabia? O fato de você me conhecer inteiro e ainda assim ficar é assustador", riu fraco, tomando a liberdade de deslizar os dedos pelo bra��o da outra, num carinho suave. "Sei que somos nós dois contra o mundo, mas morro de medo de te perder, sabe disso, não sabe? Me apavora pensar que algum dia pode me ver como algo que te da desgosto e simplesmente partir.". Confessou por fim, pois era um receio real, a solidão era o que Xavier mais temia.

#𝟎𝟓. extras ﹂ have i lost my mind? #answered

[koala-fluff]

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

Enjoy!

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An Artist's Question

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— — —

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

It definitely was.

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

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

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

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

Wednesday Addams was ticklish, confirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was so screwed.

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Do you think Wednesday knows his secret?

The answer is: definitely.

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

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

#ko writes wednesday tickles #wednesday tickles #ticklish!xavier #sfw tickle community #ko writes tickles #ko's fics #lee!xavier #ler!wednesday

[aeramoraldossemideuses]

Pergunta 397 - Nas existências corpóreas de natureza mais elevada do que a nossa, é mais clara a lembrança das anteriores?

“Sim, à medida que o corpo se torna menos material, com mais exatidão o homem se lembra do seu passado. Esta lembrança, os que habitam os mundos de ordem superior a têm mais nítida”

Jamais desmerecendo a fala do espírito comunicante, talvez faltou as circunstâncias da oportunidade que o espírito encarnou. Quantas foram as vidas do próprio Elias? Quando ele reencarna como Leon Hippolyte no séc. XIX, pelo que sabemos, soube de uma de suas vidas apenas, quando apresentava a codificação sobre os viventes dos mundos espirituais para o mundo da carne. Se o ocidente fosse outro, com menos intervenção papal como aconteceu no século XX, quem sabe as revelações tivessem avançado como avançou na figura do Osvaldo Polidoro. Na França do sec. XIX, ele abriu a cortina da vida nas esferas existentes fora do mundo dos encarnados, mas temia um novo mar de sangue e por isso vitou falar de alguns temas. Uma de suas vidas, foi revelada através das palavras dos espíritos comunicantes. Foi chamado Allan Kardec quando vivei entre os celtas e por isso as suas obras foram assinadas com esse nome.

Depois de partir para o plano espiritual, ele recebe a missão de voltar pela última vez na chamada terra do Cruzeiro do Sul para terminar o que faltava. Foi no início século XX que ele reencarna com o nome de Osvaldo Polidoro. Nessa oportunidade, ainda em idade de adolecente, escreveu o seu primeiro material doutrinário no Livro: "O que fizeste do Batismo de Espírito Santo", inalgurando o seu trabalho.

Aqui sim, pelo seu tamanho espiritual, missionário de antes desse planeta existir, revela a todos as suas reencarnações nas figuras de grandes mestres da história. Também fez revelações das vidas do nosso mestre Jesus e de outros companheiros de trabalho apostolado. Ele revelou suas reencarnações, com detalhes que só um espírito de alto posto hierárquico poderia expôr.

Outro espírito que revelou as suas vidas passadas, foi o mestre Chico Xavier. Pelo menos em uma das reencarnações, revela que foi o Jesuíta Manuel da Nóbrega, ao lado de José de Anchieta, reencarnação anterior do mestre Osvaldo Polidoro.

Uma pausa eu faço para o devido destaque das figuras de José de Anchieta e Manuel da Nóbrega:

A chegada desses dois mestres de elevada estatura espiritual ao Brasil e a fundação da cidade de São Paulo, é um fato histórico que marcou o pontapé inicial da comunicação entre os povos indígenas com os portugueses. Há outro aspecto que nunca é lembrado, a sua importância na história espiritual do planeta. O Sudeste do nosso país, revelado pelo mestre Osvaldo Polidoro, foi o centro de uma grande civilização, chamada por ele de "Atlântida Redescoberta".

Essa terra "virgem", e seus dirigentes espirituais, receberam esses dois grandes mestres para fazer do Brasil a grande Pátria do Evangelho.

Naquele tempo, esse mesmo mestre entregou ao mundo a primeira Bíblia, e agora, veio novamente para completar o seu trabalho de restauração e cumprir o prometido, entregando a última Bíblia para esse tempo.

E no século XX, de um lado, Manuel da Nóbrega, na figura de Chico Xavier, fazia o trabalho apostolado com os seus dons extraordinários, chamando a devida atenção pública com as revelações dos espíritos que transmitiam mensagens para os seus parentes inconsolados, além de outros prodígios.

E do outro lado com nenhuma publicidade, José de Anchieta, na figura de Sr. Osvaldo Polidoro, veio completar os informes com a entrega da doutrina restaurada, prometido por João Evangelista no livro do Apocalipse. Quem ler a sua obra, entenderá todo o trabalho feito pela Providência Divina.

Por que o nosso esforço de expor a doutrina no século XXI? Porque antes, os meios de comunicação ainda eram monopolizado e facilmente haveria ataques, desconstruindo os ensinamentos entregues pelor Osvaldo Polidoro. Quantos homens, levados pelas ignorância de suas mentes, agiram contra os dons mediúnicos, desde os tempos de Jesus? Há notícias de jornalistas que chama esse mestre de fraude, como aconteceu, com Chico e vários outros mestres durante os últimos 2 mil anos.

Por um curto período, tivemos o prazer da informação livre com a globalização da internet, e com ela, levar para todos os lugares esses ensinamentos sem manipulações. Percebam que as grandes forças horizontais dessa parte planetária, já estão movimentando seus pauzinhos para obter um controle sobre as informações da internet.

Havia um risco de se perder todo o trabalho, assim como foi difícil para Jesus expôr o seu trabalho em vida terrena. Chico aceitou ser a chama que atraiu toda atenção, sem ameaçar a soberania das ideologia papal e do protestantismo, duas correntes de uma mesma ideologia dominadora.

Voltando um pouco, as Américas estavam livres do peso cármico que mantém a Europa em um padrão vibratório muito baixo. Um novo palco deveria ser construído para tornar pública estas Verdades imutáveis, mesmo que as más influências dos continentes da Europa, Ásia e África, viessem juntas.

No tempo certo, o material codificado por Kardec, foi levado da França para o nosso Brasil, palco da reencarnação de grandes mestres dos altos planos espirituais, e completar a restauração da doutrina de Deus no Ocidente, preparando ESSE PAÍS PARA SER A PÁTRIA DO EVANGELHO.

Eles foram recebidos de braços abertos no Brasil quando estavam encarnados em 1.500 e depois de 400 anos, mesmo afastados geograficamente um do outro, cada um no seu limite, cumpriram a tarefa de por em ordem as coisas de Deus, sem instituições e sem intermediários, ensinando que cada um tem no seu íntimo, meio próprio para interagir com o Pai Eterno.

Peço desculpas pelos textos longos. Mas quando escrevo, minha mente é outra e meus pensamentos fluem livremente com detalhes interessantes. Quase sempre confirmo os fatos pesquisando pela internet. Porém os homens de poder querem controlar o único meio livre de informação, e já fazem isso, através de algoritmos que limitam as pesquisas.

Na terra da banana, as mídias hoje sofrem ações que obrigam derrubadas de perfis que ameaçam o poder político de algumas pessoas em nosso país, expondo a hipocrisia. É sabido que há uma perseguição de conteúdo exposto nas redes sociais. Ontem, os EUA decidiu suspender uma rede usada no mundo todo por causa da guerra que ocorre entre as ideologias dominadoras que separam os homens uns dos outros.

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