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I keep forgetting that deltaplume is a tag I should actually use it

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Finally finished chapter 3 the lee!tenna brainrot is so so real

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Lee tenna I love you lee tenna

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deltarune chapter 3 spoilers

Tenna ultimate switch tickle monster REAL!!!

He seems to reaaaally love making everyone happy. Like he gets Upset and has Issues over how everyone in Kris' family left & stopped gathering at the TV every holiday :(... Everyone is sad and upset now, there are no more smiles... (i will stop there bc otherwise i'll get into his Issues and Problems). So he seems reaaally obsessed with everyone laughing and smiling.

His attacks, when you fight him, are literally stars going across the screen with biiiig smiles whilst recorded crowd laughter plays. He can also very easily teleport you and the others onto any stage. He has stages themed around specific things with COSTUMES (Kitchen minigame with chef costumes, music stage minigame with rockstar costumes, etc). We seee the potential here, riiiight? Tickle themed minigame....

Also, like i said, Tenna shrinks suuuper tiny when he's sad. Can you imagine you say no to him tickling you, and then he just shrinks like "oh.......... okay.........." and then you're like "ugh fine ok only a little" and suddenly he's back to his HUGE ASS REGULAR SIZE all like "YAAAAAAAAAY!!!!" and suddenly you regret this A Lot. Because imagine if he teleported you two to the "tickle torture" chamber (he doesn't actually torture you, it's just called like that for the theatrics),

Also, you have these mini quizzes with a limited time to answer them, when you get them wrong, you take damage. Imagine....... you get more tickly hands on you each time you answer wrong... or maybe you get tickled even longer. He also sometimes summons his hired goons. Imagine he calls for a goon, only to tickle them silly to show off to you what will happen if you lose the minigame or something.

That's not to mention the TEAASING. "THERE'S that smile! Look a that, a genuine, happy smile! Now isn't that better? Muuuch better! I knew yoou had it in you to laugh! And what a wonderful laught it is, yes indeed! Your laughter is a dream come true! You're having so much fun, aren't you?"

OR

"Hmm, no no, sorry, this game isn't over until *you* laugh."

Because he has a fucking. Fun-O-meter in his show. to show off how much fun everyone is having. tickling you until the fun-o-meter is full.||

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The people voted for a lee!Tenna drabble, thus it shall be delivered. No title because I can't think of one, unfortunately.

Ler!Reader, Lee!Tenna (strictly platonic)

As a staff member of the TV studio and assistant to Tenna, you've come to notice a lot of things about your boss. One of those discoveries is absolutely silly, and of course, you can't help but take advantage.

It was an accidental discovery, really. For both of you.

Preparing to go on the air was always an event. Tenna was someone who wanted to look his best at every possible moment, between his clothes, his screen being clean and polished, right down to his physical mannerisms. He carried himself in a meticulous way, always wanting the best for the audience.

But sometimes, like today...

"No... no, it's still off! How is it still off!?" He was currently looking in a mirror, seeming to have a fit over his signature red suit.

...It was more difficult.

Your boss could be temperamental at times, but hey, who in show business wasn't? The poor costuming Shadowguys frowned and saxophone-ed dejectedly as the TV star continued looking himself over.

"That wrinkle... did nobody iron this-!? You're both FIRED!"

The Shadowguys made a saxophone sound of shock, before frowning and deflating even further. You did not react, because you already knew what came next.

"W-Wait... no, sorry..." Tenna flipped on a dime, starting a silly dance of some kind. "You're hired!"

The Shadowguys perked up, now smiling and making a pleased saxophone note.

You paused. Wait for it...

"Now, go get this ironed! We're on in five! Hurry!" He tossed his suit jacket at one of them, the cloth draping over the silhouetted form as they both ran off. The door shut, and you both remained.

Alone. Silent.

Until, he sighed heavily, shoulders drooping and antenna lowering. His blank screen turned towards you from over one shoulder. "...Oh, it's... a little difficult, you know? Trying to make everything run smooth, trying to keep everyone happy... ah, you never seem too upset, though."

"I understand your patterns, sir." You set your clipboard aside, "I understand how tight your schedule is. I think... it's possible that you've stretched yourself too thin."

"...Maybe. But the show must go on. Even... just reruns, it must continue."

You approached, standing next to him. It was... odd, seeing him without his red jacket. The white button-up beneath it almost made him look... incomplete. The two of you stood, side-by-side, simply staring into the mirror in silence for a long time. Eventually, his head hung low again, antenna drooping even lower.

You moved, standing in front of him. "Hey. They still love you out there, in the audience. They think you're fun. Chin up." You smiled kindly at him, reaching over and physically moving his head back upwards.

"...Hmm..." He hummed, "You have a point. It... it feels different without the family among them."

You've heard him mention this 'family' a few times, but... he never really elaborated on that. He's made references to them, but no one's ever seen them. You supposed there was a reason, but never pushed. If he wanted to, he would have done so himself, right?

"...Maybe you should try and straighten yourself up a bit. You might feel better." You reached out to straighten up his shirt at the shoulders. When he doesn't stop you, you straighten out some of the wrinkles in the fabric, hands running along the shirt to smooth it out.

"See?" You smiled at him, fixing his tie, "Isn't that- what's wrong?"

You didn't notice just how stiff he was while you were helping straighten his clothes out. His mouth looked wobbly, a small blush on his face as his arms sat like stone to the side. Did... you go a step too far, here...?"

"S-Sir-? Are you-"

"YES! Quite alright, I assure you!" Tenna's still got that wobbly smile on his face, voice a little... uneven. "Just- uh, didn't really expect that-"

"Sorry, I was just trying to-"

"Hah! No apologies necessary! Just a bit of surprise and suspense to keep your audience on the edge of his seat!"

You laughed a bit at that. Of course, he just had to ham it up a bit here, huh? You moved your hands back down, going to fix his shirt again. "Well, alright, but I'm not the host anyone is here for. That's you!"

Whatever he was gonna say next died on his tongue suddenly with a loud squeak and violent flinch as you pinched the fabric at his sides.

Neither of you moved for several seconds; you staring wide-eyed in surprise, and him sporting a wobbly smile and that blush again.

You couldn't help but double over with a small laugh, one arm wrapping around your stomach. Oh, that was an adorable reaction that you weren't expecting.

"H-Huh-!? What was that? Hope nobody was rolling the cameras on that-" Tenna rubbed at his sides in visible confusion.

You covered your mouth with a hand as you giggled at his indignant confusion. "S-Sorry, I didn't realize you were ticklish. I would've been more careful if I knew."

"E-Eh-?" His further confusion only earned another giggle, "What on earth did you do!? That was weird!"

You almost started laughing harder, before realizing that he was serious. He... had no idea. Such a big reaction, and he has absolutely no idea. Almost... kind of tragic.

"...Uh, well, it looks like I tickled you on accident, Tenna. My bad... you, uh, didn't seem like you knew?"

"W-Well... ah, first time for everything, it seems!" You've never seen him so flustered, "Can't say it's ever happened before! Seems fun. So, uh, let's-"

He paused as he realized your hands returned to his sides. Why did this make him feel nervous? "...Hey."

His sides were suddenly squeezed, the sensation making his screen static out with a loud laugh, his hands wrapping around your wrists as he flinched back. A second squeeze to his sides made him crumple inwards, thankfully landing on a nearby chair (or did you move it when he wasn't looking?)

He could only look up in anticipation as you boxed him in. Oh now, usually he was the one large and in charge like this, and how quickly the tables had just turned. Mike, don't record this-

"H-Hey-! Hey-!" His voice was choked by laughter as you moved a hand over to poke his stomach experimentally, "Cuhuhuhut it out-! This ihihihis gonna- EEK-! Go agahahainst your contr-ACT-!"

His voice cut off, falling back into laughter with a short squeal when pinched at his ribs next, his arms trying to fold inwards protectively. Even when one hand wormed its way under his arm, he still struggled to protect against the strange feeling of your fingers hooking in. You had no idea he was this sensitive, or that he had a more natural-sounding laugh than the one he used onstage.

"Aww, I think it's cute." You skittered your fingers against his neck, watching him somehow fold further into himself with a small squeak, "I didn't know you had this in you, big guy."

You were happy just to study his reactions. As he laughed, squirming away from any prodding and squeezing, his screen kept flickering back to static or showing different stations, and despite his own hands grabbing your wrists, he wasn't really... trying to stop you? It was hard to tell how he was feeling about this.

"...You okay, boss? I'm not going too far, am I?"

You slowed down, giving him some room when he didn't respond immediately. His screen slowly recovered from the static, the buzzing mixing with the dying-off giggling as he slowly calmed down, antenna askew. You reached up and pushed one back into place, only to watch him jolt again.

"A-Alright, I think th-that's enough, let's roll the credits..." He pushed your hand away, surprisingly gently.

He sat there silently, and you couldn't help but apologize quietly. Maybe this was too far-? If... if this really was something unfamiliar for him, maybe you did just overwhelm him on accident?

"...Are you-?"

"Oh, that? Don't worry about that! A little odd, but... kind of fun! The family used to do that, and I never did understand it... I think I do, now! Bringing a smile and a laugh to someone else!"

Well, at least he didn't seem mad?

Upon hearing a saxophone trill, you turned and made eye contact with one of the Shadowguys. The one not holding his freshly-ironed suit gave a thumbs-up. You thanked them both quietly as you took it, offering it to Tenna.

He looked more... like himself when wearing it. As he looked in the mirror, he looked less stressed and more confident, too. "That's more like it! There's the host they know and love!"

"You're on in two, according to Mike." You picked back up your clipboard, "Oh, I think they missed a spot?"

"Huh-? Where-"

"Here," You poked his ribs, watching him jolt, "And over here, too."

He chuckled, pushing your hand away from his side. "A-All right, all right, come on, now! Don't leave me too flustered for the audience-!"

"Sorry, had to get one last one in. Go get 'em, big guy."

"Fun new trick for the whole family, huh? You realize this challenge can have two players, right?" He gives you a sly grin, which you return.

Hey, if it helped lower his stress to have a new game to play between sets, then so be it. It least it was more fun than the quizzes that you sometimes stumbled into.

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Small headcanon for Tenna:

His antennas are HELLA sensitive and get him all giggly.

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS????

Not the only one. Definitely not :3c

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AWUGHIWUWUW

Can you draw Tenna being tickled?

I sure can! :3

Initially i saw Tenna as only a ler… but seeing so many adorable drawings of him getting wrecked changed my mind a little! (Though he’s still ler-leaning imo)

Anyhows, here’s the tv man!! Upset with low ratings, a couple of his employees took it upon themselves to cheer him up <333

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Ticklish is he?

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have this!!

*runs away*

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Ok we need a part two for Wally's heart tummy where Eddie is just destroying him with just little pokes and scratches at his tummy heart

sorry!! i didn't feel like coloring raaghgh

this is a continuation from this post here (my first piece of content on here actually!)

- this is a SFW tickle blog, so no funny business in the notes -

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Hi!

Could you draw some Ler Barnaby and Lee Howdy please?

Thank you—🐛 anon

local caterpillar guy gets got, more at 7

- this is a SFW tickle blog, so no funny business in the notes -

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I crave Wally getting playfully wrecked by Howdy. (Man’s can give four times the tiggles.)

he got caught painting all the fruit blue

- this is a SFW tickle blog, so no funny business in the notes -

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Hi! Love your work so much!

Ever since you wrote about Wallys little heart bellybutton, it's been plaguing my mind in the best way possible. I wanted to share a scenario I had

Frank probably keeps Wallys little heart a secret. They wouldn't want to kill the poor boy by telling the entire neighborhood about his death spot. And who knows? The information might be useful to share at the right moment.

And that moment is when Julie is in a huge Ler mood and needs someone to tickle, so Frank lets it slip about Wally's heart-button in an attempt to keep Julie off them.

Little did Frank know, he had just sealed Wallys fate for the. Whole. Day.

The neighborhood heards shrieks and squeals and cackles the likes of which they never heard, especially from someone as quiet as Wally, and the poor dear nearly busted a seam after Julie was through with him.

Even so, that didn't stop him from knocking on Julie's door the next day and nervously asking them for another tummy tickling :3

That's all from me. I hope you have a good day!

And I love you anon! Thank you so much for the kind words on my work Frank would hold on to that silly little secret until it was it was in his best interest to slip it. Because he's well aware of what having your sweet spot spilled to the whole town feels like. Though, he was more than pleased to toss Wally under the bus for his own sake. Probably had the audacity to even smugly tell Wally when confronted "My apologies, it just slipped out" Once Julie was given the news a neighbor had a tickle spot she didn't even know of, she was a lady on a mission. And ooohh, once she got her wicked little hands on him, she let him have it that whole afternoon. She used everything at her disposal, her fingers, her hair, raspberries, even used one of his own paintbrushes against him at one point.

Wally's face and tummy went bright red that day. Nobody had ever heard him laugh that loud before. And honestly, at that moment, everyone was kinda terrified to ask. Wally was honestly lucky he got away with his sanity in one piece. But don't worry, he was lovingly wrapped up in a blanket burrito and given plenty of juice, and forehead kisses till he felt better. The whole town knew about it in four days. She didn't even give him a chance, she'd catch him talking to someone and just tug his cardigan up to show them what they were missing out on. Then the little beast would go on to babble about how ticklish he was there, leaving him to bashfully tug his cardigan back over his tum and think about how much he'd like to melt into the floor.

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I have a welcome home request if you don’t mind!

Lee Barnaby and Ler Frank

Frank gets sick of Barnabys prank calls and decides to put a stop to it

(Sorry if I’m bothering you i just really like your fanfics! 😅)

(No bother at all love!! I love writing these, as usual pls dont tag as ship)

Barnaby B. Beagle was relaxing under a shaded tree on a sunny day, laying down on the soft grass with his eyes closed, pipe in his mouth leaking out a steady thin stream of grey smoke, he felt just about ready to take a nap. 

"Ahem"

Barnaby cracked open an eye at the sound of a clearing throat above him, he was met with the familiar frowning grey face of the neighborhood's resident Butterfly expect. 

His lips curled up into a lazy grin as his tail started to wag slightly behind him happily at the presence of his friend. 

"Frankie!" He hummed pleasantly. "How can I help you on this fine sunny evening?"

The grumpy puppet rolled his eyes. "You know very much so what you can help me with today Barnaby."

The beagle opened both eyes and peered up at him curiously. 

"Now I'm not too sure what you mean there bud."

Seeing the bigger puppet was in fact confused, Frank rolled his eyes again and crossed his arms. 

"Both Julie and Wally prank called me today."

Barnaby chuckled, reclosing his eyes. "Yeah those two kids are rascals, need me to tell ya where they are?"

"They aren't the ones i'm looking for Barnaby."

"Oh?" Barnaby hummed, ear perking up slightly. 

Frank let out a groan. "I know you know the only reason they started doing it is because you did it first."

Ah so that was what this was all about, Barnaby fought to hide his smile. 

"Now i'm not quite sure I have any idea of what youre talkin bout there Frankie."

The puppet scoffed. "Oh don't play dumb with me Barnaby I know you've been the one encouraging them to prank call me!"

Okay maybe the blue beagle had done a little bit of...encouraging of his other small friends, it wasn't his fault they had decided Frank's reaction was so funny when they had witnessed Barnaby prank call the grumpy puppet himself, that they just had to do it for themselves. 

Unable to stop himself from grinning this time Barnaby just tsked at the puppet. 

"Why Frankie I am ashamed of you."

"I-what!?"

Barnaby had to stop himself from snickering out loud at the pure disgruntlement in the puppets tone, maybe he was being a bit mean but he couldn't help it. Frank's flustered reactions were just too cute. 

"Sitting here and assuming i'm the one at fault, why i've just been sittin here mindin my own business all day. For shame."

Barnaby shook his head, keeping his eyes closed and arms resting under his head. He didn't even try and keep the smile off of his muzzle at the shocked silence from Frank that followed. For a sec he thought the puppet might have even walked away until.

"Oh okay that is it!"

There was some quick shuffling and before Barnaby could even open his eyes, two hands grabbed onto his sides and began to gently squeeze, sending shocks of ticklish energy shooting all throughout Barnaby's body. 

The Beagles eyes snapped open and he let out a embarrassingly high pitched squeal, immediately he attempted to curl up into a little ball, rolling over onto his side as he burst into giggles. 

"Wha- hehehehey! Frankhehehehe"

The smaller puppet smirked at the beagles attempts of escape, he simply allowed his squeezing hands to stay glued to the beagles sides.

"Now Barnaby don't act so surprised, you know you walked right in to this one."

Barnaby cackled, kicking out his legs and attempting to dislodge Frank's hands to no avail. "Y-You ahahahahaha!"

Frank raised a brow; "I what? I am perfectly justified for doing this after you sent those two pranksters after me?

"Ihihihihi did nohohoho such thihihihihing!"

"Oh?" Frank hummed. "So you aren't willing to admit that it was you who started this whole 'Lets Prank call poor innocent Frank' shebang?"

Barnaby snorted softly, reaching over and trying to grab Frank's hands in his bigger paws. 

"Lihihihihihies and Slander!" He managed to choke out between titters. 

"Hm, very well."

The grey puppet leaned down and proceeded to drape himself across Barnaby's side, reaching down and, after making his hands into the shape of claws, gently scratching up and down Barnaby's blue fur covered belly. 

"I don't mind keeping this up until your ready to admit to truth Barnaby."

Barnaby let out a long 'awooo' before it faded out into loud body shaking belly laughter, the beagle kicking out his legs while his tail wagged a mile a minute behind him, smacking against Frank's leg. 

The puppet chuckled. "Though perhaps this isn't the best method to get you to admit the truth, considering how much you seem to enjoy it."

Barnaby snortled, arms out in front of him as he flapped his hands, as if he were unsure of what to do with them. His left leg was kicking so much he was starting to kick up dirt and grass.

He tried to speak but anything he tried to choke out was lost in his snort filled laughter, which was broken up by the occasional soft awwooing howl, beforing fading back into laughter again. 

The normally grumpy puppet couldn't stop himself from smiling as he watched his friend laugh happily, it was a well known fact in the neighborhood that combining tickling with belly rubs always drove poor Barnaby up the wall. 

Maybe Frank was being a little mean by using this tactic, but to be fair Barnaby did leave him no choice. 

 "You really do like the Belly scratches don't you?" Frank chuckled softly in amusement. 

"It does make sense of course, you are a dog after all." He hummed thoughtfully, never slowing down his scratching once even as he got a thoughtful look in his eye. 

"Though dogs don't usually have this kind of reaction to gargalesis like you do, but that most likely has to do with the fact that you are a sentient one-"

Barnaby didn't know what to do with himself, between the tickling, the belly rubs, and Franks thoughtful observations of Barnabys own ticklishness, he could handle teasing but he could never handle Franks on casual comments, finally after a moment he reached out to slam his fist against the ground. 

"U-UNCHEHEHLE!" He guffawed. "UuhuhunclewoooOOO!" 

He cries for uncle faded away by a final, quite literal, howl of laughter. Seeing his friend call for mercy, Frank immediately stopped. Undrapping himself from across his friends side he sat back on his knees and crossed his arms over his chest, a smug look on his face. 

Barnaby was left sprawled on the ground, body shaking with left over titters as his tail wagged at a more sluggish pace behind him. After a moment he let out a long groan, sending Barnaby a lighthearted glare over his shoulder. 

"T-That." He huffed. "Was so uncalled for and unfair."

Frank just raised a brow at him. "You could have stopped me by telling the truth at anytime."

Barnaby didn't answer, he just let out another long groan as he turned over to rest onto his stomach, chin stretched out to rest down on the ground as well. Frank chuckled, leaning forward to prop his elbows upon Barnaby's back. 

"Well?" 

Barnaby gave him a glare before he huffed. "Fine, Fine alright, I might have done a little bit of pushing to get em to team up on you." 

Frank gave the top of his head a few gentle pats, which did not make Barnaby's tail wag any faster; it did not; he was still very totally mad at Frank, letting out a self satisfied hum.

"See? Now was that so hard?"

Barnaby gave him a little tiny growl, though it lacked any real anger or threat behind it. Frank simply kept looking rather pleased with himself, as he turned around and leant againt Barnaby. Pulling a book out of...somewhere, Barnaby rose a brow.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to rest up so you can help me get back at Julie and Wally."

Barnaby scoffed. "And what makes you think I'll help you? I should get you back the moment I'm back on my feet."

Frank didn't even flinch, simply turning a page in his book. 

"Because if you don't I'll just ask Eddie to help, and I'll make sure to let them know that you were the one who sold them out."

Barnaby froze, thinking of the wrath the two tiny puppets could inflict on him, especially if they got Howdy involved. (The two small puppets had Howdy wrapped around their pinkie fingers, the poor caterpillar puppet had quite the soft spot for the small puppets.) 

Finally he huffed. "Fine fine, I'll help you. But dont think this means that you are off the hook bud."

The blue beagle suddenly shifted around, causing Frank to let out a surprised noise, but Barnaby simply had shifted on his side so he could curl around Frank like a big puppy, the grey puppet now leaning against his stomach. 

Frank froze for a moment before he relaxed with a fond sigh, reaching out with a free hand to scratch behind Barnaby's ears as he continued to read through his book. 

Barnaby let out a content hum, tail thumping against the ground in a steady rhythm as he closed his eyes. 

Now this was a much better way to relax.

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Do you think Doey's laugh changes based on who's most prevalent at the moment? Like if Jack's most in control it's that silly playful laugh he does when we first meet him, if it's Matthew it's more giggly and deep, if it's Kevin it's more abrupt and loud? They'd all probably react differently too, so movements/instinctive responses would switch up as well! It's fascinating and adorable to think about :)

This is kind of my headcanon? I think of Doey's consciousnesses as being pretty homogenous most of the time, but he does have different laughs that can be associated with them! But it's more due to their general presence than one of them being more in charge at any given moment. The only exception might be Kevin, whose influence becomes stronger during times of fight-or-flight, which tickling unfortunately causes (he enjoys it, but adrenaline is adrenaline).

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onother one

Doey has taken over my brain at that point

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vibe check! *gooses your sides*