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Hello!! For the candy hearts event, I was wondering if I could get some Lee!Leon from Danganronpa with the prompt of Sweet Heart/“Are you ticklish?” 💛

Honestly, any character dynamic works for me, if you want an exact character, Mondo, Taka, or Makoto works for me! But I’m not at all picky. I just like the goofy redhead 😭🫶 thank you!!

Leon my BELOVED!!! He was one of my favorites from the first game! :D This is so cute, friend! I've gotcha covered!

Sweet Heart- "Are you ticklish?"

“Are you ticklish?” Makoto tilted his head curiously at the baseball player, watching his face flush several shades of red. He didn’t know why he wanted to know, but the more time he spent with him, the more curious about the day to day things he became.

That, and Leon had been tickling him relentlessly for the past few days. Maybe he wanted payback?

“W-What? No, no way- I’m not..” He stammered, looking everywhere but Makoto. Finally, he seemed to give up, shoulders slumping. “Fine, yes.”

“You don’t seem too happy about it.”

“Cause it’s embarrassing! What kind of cool guy is weak to tickling?” Leon seemed to shrink further into himself, worrying Makoto. “It totally blows my image.”

“I don’t think it does. I think you’re cool as heck, even if you’re ticklish.” The brunette shrugged with his honest words, making Leon flush even more. “If anything, I think it makes you more likable. You’ve got a nice laugh.”

“What? Huh?”  The redhead sputtered, and Makoto laughed. “Seriously? Y-You can’t go and say things like that out of nowhere!”

“Too late. I already did! And sorry, but I’m also doing this!” He quickly dived behind Leon, grabbing his sides and tickling. “Gotcha! Gotcha gotcha gotcha!”

“AH! Ahehahahahah, Mahahakohohohto!” The baseball player collapsed on the spot, sinking to his knees and wrapping his arms around himself in a hopeless attempt to disappear. “Cohohohme ohohon, thahhahat’s so uuhuhuhnfahhahair!”

“No it isn’t! It’s fate! Destiny!” Did he know exactly what he was saying? No. He did however know going for Leon’s neck made him squeal and fall backwards, kicking his feet like a child as he squeaked and swore. “Take your tickling like a man!”

“Ahehahahhahaha! Sohoohohn of a-gehhahaha, ohohohkay ohohohokay!” Leon squawked as he shot his hand up, tapping rapidly against Makoto’s wrist. “I gehehhet it, I gehehet it!”

“Glad you do.” Makoto giggled as he finally stopped, feeling Leon lean back into his legs. “All that laughing, and I still think you’re cool.”

“Gah! What did I say- come here!” Twisting rapidly, he grabbed Makoto’s knees, making the lucky student squeal and collapse- bring their whole ordeal full circle.

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Last Song I Listened to: I’m currently listening to music, so Watch Me Work from Trolls 3, and Journey to the past from Anastasia!

Last Book I Read: UHHH, One Piece volume 20 or something? It’s been awhile since I’ve picked a book up instead of reading online 😭

Last Movie I Watched: Home alone over Christmas? I think? Although I’ve mostly been watching gameplays or shows instead (or theater productions)

Favorite Color: purple.

Spicy, Sweet, Sour, or Savory: Sweet! But I love all of them (sour is my least favorite however)

Current Obsession: Danganronpa (mostly Trigger Happy Havoc) orrrr one piece as usual! But I’ve been revisiting lots of fandoms 👯

Last Thing I Googled: The wolf ripping his shirt off meme 😭😭😭

Currently Working On: I borderline forgot I was supposed to be a writer, but I do want to finish old requests for one piece headcanons! BUT! I mostly am wanting to write for Danganronpa in some variety and may work on that soon (esp if a request comes in.)

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Last Song You Listened To: Goodbye by Bo Burnham. Last Book You Read: The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green. Last Movie You Watched: I honestly don't remember, I don't watch a lot of movies nowadays. Favorite Color: Blue, green or pink, I can't decide. Spicy, Sweet, Sour, Or Savory: Spicy or sweet. Last Thing You Googled: Tufted titmouse. Current Obsession: Trying out new soup recipes. Currently Working On: A fanfic I've had on my mind lately.

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Caught red handed

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Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Ler! Sanji, Lee! Luffy

Word count: Around 800

⚠️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC SO IF YOU DON’T WANNA SEE THAT, YOU HAVE BEEN RANDO WARNED⚠️

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When the food on the ship goes missing, only one person could be responsible- But will he confess his kitchen crimes?

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It was an early morning on the Thousand Sunny, and a certain blonde cook had woken up early to prepare breakfast and plan out meals for the rest of the day. He’d decided on some bacon and eggs, a simple meal, yet full of nutrients for the crew. Then for lunch, Chicken sandwiches with some veggies on the side, and maybe some delicious steak for dinner! However all those plans went overboard when he opened the fridge…

“WHAT THE-?! Where did all the food go?!’ Yelled Sanji, eyes wide as he looked at the completely empty fridge- Well- Save for a few vegetables. Who would do such a thing to his food stock- Those were his ingredients! Chicken, steak, butter, eggs, bread- All gone! He turned around to storm out and question everyone, until he spotted a line of bread crumbs trailing all the way to the ship’s figurehead. He followed it along, but he knew the only person it could possibly be already. “LUFFY! YOU IDIOT, WHERE’S MY- Luffy?!”

Of course, the captain was fast asleep and snoring. However his face was covered in small pieces of chicken, crumbs of buttered bread scattered beside him- Wait that’s his ingredients! He ran up, delivering a firm kick to to Captain’s behind which almost sent him flying into the water with how hard he jolted awake. “WAA- OW OW OW! WHAT HAPPENED?! DID WE FIND THE ONE PIECE- Oh it’s just you- Good morning Sanji!”

“Good morning?! Oh it is not a good morning, you ate all the food- Again!” Sanji scolded him, practically fuming. He knew the captain was a glutton but it was tiring constantly trying to stop him from clearing the kitchen. Hell he even put locks on the fridge before, and he still got in somehow!

“Hey as hungry as I am right now, I didn’t eat all the food this time!”

“Oh yeah? Then who did?”

“Uhhh…Uhhh…Ussop!”

Was the guy being serious right now..? That wasn’t gonna work on him, he had evidence right in front of him. “Right, you mean the one who’s too scared to even step foot in the kitchen alone so I don’t knock his lights out?”

“Hey- Don’t say that! Ussop could handle you!” Luffy threw back.

“Ugh whatever this isn’t about that. You ate all the food!”

“No I didn’t!”

“Yes you did!”

“Did noO-AAH- SANJI-!” The captain of the straw hats yelped as he was suddenly tackled to the ground. “WAIT SANJI- LET GO!” He attempted to make an escape, stretching an arm out to grab at the railing of the ship and pull himself out from under the blonde, only to squeal in surprise and retract it right back to his side when he felt fingers scribbling at his sides.

“Oh no you don’t! Not this time!” Sanji smirked, determined to get his captain to fess up.

“WAHAHA- Sahahanji- Wahait!” Luffy giggled, wiggling like a worm. How dare Sanji use his secret- not so secret- weakness against him!

“Nope! I don’t wait, unless you can bring me more food to make up for everything you ate!”

“Nohoho! I tohohold you I didn’t eheheat thehehem!” He denied through his bright giggles, however both of them knew the obvious truth.

“Oh yeah? Then what’s all this mess huh?” The cook looked at the crumbs around them and then back at Luffy’s smiling red face.

“Uhhh- Heheheh-! Nohothing!” He kicked away all the crumbs in his squirming, but Sanji wouldn’t let up this easy and he knew it.

“Nothing? Yeah right.” He continued his attack, drilling his thumbs into Luffy’s hips, sending him into renewed louder giggles. But he still wasn’t confessing. “Alright fine, if you won’t tell the truth..” He leaned down, and blew a loud raspberry on Luffy’s tummy, sending the boy into hysterics.

“PFF- BWAAAHAHAHAHA- SAHAHANJIIIHIHI!” He squealed, throwing his head back with wild laughter, a huge grin on his face. Sanji would be lying if he said that his laughter wasn’t contagious. But he’d never admit that! He continued to blow raspberry after raspberry, until eventually…

“OKAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! I AHAHATE THE FOHOHOOD!”

“I knew that already dumbass. Now- Are you gonna get us more food at the next island?” Sanji asked, halting the raspberries to look up at the captain with poised hands.

“Yehehes! Yehes! I will!” He replied, slowly calming down from his giggle high. Sanji got off of him, standing up and dusting himself off.

“Good. Anyways, I had a backup stash in case of you doing this-”

“WHAT?! WHERE?!”

“AS IF I’D TELL YOU!” He shoved Luffy away, and before they knew it, he was chasing him around, hoping he wouldn’t find the extra stash. And as crazy as his captain might drive them, he supposed it made things a bit more entertaining.

“WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?! IT’S 5AM, I NEED MY SLEEP!” A sandal came flying at the two, which conveniently only hit luffy. And now he forgot what he was doing, distracted by the redhead’s voice.

“SORRY, NAMI SWAAAN!”

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A/N: RAAA THIS WAS MY @squealing-santa GIFT FOR @switch-writer !!! HIII BESTIE OMG I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR WAS SUPER BUSY FOR ME, AND I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN FOREVER SO THIS HELPED ME GET BACK INTO THE ZONE- BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR SQUEALING SANTA GIFT, I HAD FUN WRITING IT!!

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Giggles in the Wind

A/N: HELLO @tklpilled ! I was your Squealing Santa this year! I’ll be real, I haven’t actually PLAYED genshin impact except for once since Fontaine came out to get Neuvillette, so I was veeeery nervous about putting Genshin into my writing fandoms this year and figured if I did get one of the newer characters, I’d just speed through the game. BUT! I am possibly the biggest Scaramouche/Wanderer fan (other than you) out there! I was so excited when I saw Scara was the character you wanted written for! Ive loved reading your fics, especially with Scara so I was so glad I was able to write something with Scara for all the joy and writing of him you’ve given me and others! I’ve adored writing this fic for you and it was so much fun to come back to after taking a bit of a writing break before this. I hope you enjoy!! Also! Special thanks to our host this year! Our host was very very sweet as all of them tend to be and I want to thank our host for going through all the hard work to get this year of squealing Santa ready, especially with all the issues at first! Our host kept going despite the issues and it’s been an amazing squealing Santa! Thank you again! Enjoy the read!

Word Count: 1610 (before any edits)

Prompts: 1. character genuinely believing they're not ticklish and being proven wrong. 2. character refusing to admit they're ticklish while in the midst of laughter

Summary: After some denial, Traveler helps Scaramouche/Wanderer recall something rather foggy and distant in his memory with giggles and tickles.

Warnings: Tickles

“What—?” The Wanderer sneered upon being asked such a question by this.. silly, stupid… relax. Peaceful thoughts… or whatever the young god of wisdom told him to do… something like that, right?

Scaramouche’s thinking slowly… relaxed. The traveler. Oh the traveler, Aether always seemed to shock him in one way or another, whether it was by perplexing him or just saying something downright ridiculous to him.

“Ticklish.” Aether calmly spoke with a tone as soft as a… feather for lack of a better word.

“…Ticklish. Am I?” Another sneer. “Are you?”

Well… truth be told, Wanderer couldn’t recall if he had ever been tickled, not a memory to connect it with. Ever since he became.. well.. wanderer, some memories were.. foggy. He knew the word, ticklish, yet nothing was clicking with what it actually was. So no way he was ticklish. Whatever it was.

“No.”

The man with ravenette hair chose to deny, surely he wasn’t if he couldn’t remember. Ugh, stupid blurry memories. Sometimes he wished he didn’t just recall those horrible memories of what he’s done and actual positive ones! ..not that there were many.

“…I don’t really believe you.” The traveler spoke rather bluntly, causing Scara’s eyes to widen. “Then why did you even ask?!” He questioned with a rather cold tone, it’s like Aether didn’t think he knew what he was talking about! And… admittedly, Scara didn’t have a clue of what he was talking about, but that only served to fuel his defensive response!

“…I was hoping you’d be honest?” Aether claimed in the form of a unsure statement before adding onto his words. “No way anyone is truly not ticklish…” The traveler seemed to think upon his bold statement.

“…Well maybe I’m the exception. I’m not ticklish.” The anemo user attempted to declare. “Right, right.” Traveler agreed as Scara’s eyes softened as he sighed in relief. “Thank you.” He spoke calmly, his manners taught by Nahida showing through now that he was relaxed. Now he tried to brainstorm again, what was that tickling thing? It couldn’t of been normal, it had to be some weird thing people did that he would probably hate—

“gYAHAA—!” Before the puppet could hesitate or even hold it back, the… rather embarrassing in his opinion, sound left his lips, mixing with some… chuckle? That didn’t feel normal… and memories flew back into his head, no longer blurry or foggy…

Did he really sound like that? Scara cringed upon recalling a few moments back in his past life where he’d be laughing so hard that he couldn’t even think straight! No way he was that t…ticklish—

“EhehAAH—!” His body contours away from the sensation, his neck snapping itself over to face Aether.

No.

He knew that look.

“So you are ticklish.” The multiple element wielding traveler spoke the obvious in a taunting way, although playful. Meanwhile… Wanderer was cringing. Hard. This was so stupid, he thought.. it was so vulnerable, he thought.

“Am not!” He tried to deny adamantly, sticking his nose up. “I’ll have you know that—“ and blah blah blah— yeah yeah yeah… it didn’t go much further than those words before he was tumbling into the grass with the blonde haired boy on top of him, straddling his hips.

“A-Aether!” The ravenette tried to protest as Aether hummed in acknowledgement, lifting his shirt as a wave of dread washed over Scara… oh he recalled that feeling.

“w-wait.” Scaramouche softly spoke, his voice quiet yet gentle. “I-I know what I said… but I.. uh, don’t recall anything about this but that it feels… weird.”

“…Weird?” The traveler repeated as the puppet awkwardly nodded. “Weird..” “pfft— weird, huh?” Aether jokes, but seemed to be considerate of Wanderer. “I’ll start nice, how about that? I’ll let you have a warm up round. Just tell me where to start.” Where to start… he’ll be gentle and kind, what is there to worry about? Aha… erm… where should he start?

“…Hips?” “Oh you don’t want me to start there.” A pant of surprise appeared on Scaramouche’s face as he scrunched his nose. “Wh—?! Fine! You choose then!” And back to the grumpy old Scaramouche from before, he was practically pouting and crossing his arms… perfect!

“Oh Scara, don’t get all moody on me.. I’ll have to tickle all the grumpiness out of you.” Aether smiled softly as his fingers began to spider up his belly. The anemo user practically choked, a loud gasp escaping him as he clamped down his lips, his cheeks puffing.

“…Oh?”

“Mm—! Hmhmhph!”

“Prideful, are we?” The playful words left Aether’s mouth as he shook his head. “You’re gonna get it.”

As much as Scara wanted to say something snarky, he found himself… squirming as the traveler began to wiggle his fingers across his belly again, snifling every giggle bubbling in his throat, his cheeks slowly tinting red in embarrassment and held back giggles.

“Come on, let it out… you know you want tooo…” cooed Aether. “hmm… what would make the big bad grumpy wanderer laugh…” he mused out loud as he drummed his fingers on the ravenette’s belly, causing a wobbly smile to appear on his face.

And suddenly, the blonde gasped. “I know exactly what would!” Inspiration struck… or at least he pretended it did for dramatic effect.

Scara hesitated. “W-Wha? What are you doing—“ he felt the fastest skitters behind his knee he could ever recall, a loud squawk escaping him as he desperately stomped his sandals on the floor, his cheeks puffing as he desperately tried to keep his giggles in. Surely he’d let out a little giggle?

“Darn… I would’ve thought that’d get all the giggles.” Aether loudly sighed in an attempt to get a giggle. Nothing. Sheesh, he was harder to crack than he thought… wait! Aether kept scribbling and teasing behind Wanderer’s knee, as his other hand snuck all the way back up to his ribs… and pounced!

“Pfftkk—!”

Aether looked down in awe, Scara’s eyes squeezed shut before he burst into rather free spirited laughter, soft laughter.

“yOHOhohou’re mehEHEHEAN!” Exclaimed Scara, no better insults than that were coming to mind, giggles overflowing from his throat. “Don’t be so ticklish!” Aether teased as his fingers spidered and skittered around their respective areas, his right hand on his ribs finding those fleshy spots between each bone, digging into them as his left hand would slow down, his touch light as a feather before he’d speed up once again, driving the puppet mad with sensation.

“I’m—! N-nghhh—! N-NOHohot tihihihicklish—!” He fibbed through giggles stubbornly, refusing to admit it.

“You aren’t—?” Aether narrowed his eyes, skeptical and clearly onto his lie… yet, with all his pride, he claimed with his chest.

“I’m nohohot tihihihicklish!” The anemo user spoke through soft giggling, refusing to back down from his fib. Which… opened the door for something even worse.

“You’re not? Fine, fine..” Aether spoke in a dramatic tone, as his body shifted down to sit on his thighs, hands suddenly grabbed onto the wanderer’s hips.. which sparked a brief moment of confusion before… the blonde squeezed his hips once.

“NnnGGHH—!” Scara bit back with everything he could… but Aether squeezed his hip again, causing a burst of giggles. oh no.

Aether finally positioned his hands properly, massaging his fingers into the hipbone as his fingers squeezed and massaged the area, attacking the short(er) man’s nerves, finally getting a fit of that rather sweet and squeaky laughter.

“ehEHE—! Ahaha-! AHA!”

Unfortunately, it also cause Scara to start kicking.. again, but this time, rather uncontrollably, as if trying to buck Aether off his legs.

“Woah!” Aether yelped as he quickly dug into the ravenette’s hips, causing Scaramouche to throw his head back in hysterical laughter, a small snort escaping.

“H-HEHEey! A-AehEHETHER!” Squeaked out Wanderer, his nose scrunching as his smile was brighter than ever as he loosely tried to use his hands to halfheartedly shove the traveler’s tickling fingers away, barely any effort or strength in his push.

“Hm? Yes—“ Aether was cut off as he acknowledged Scara, a frantic giggle escaping from him as his back arched up. Ah, a sensitive spot on his hip… or did his fingers drift back towards his belly? Aether couldn’t tell.

Yet, Scara’s hand on Aether’s wrist never moved as he laughed, his head thrown back with his eyes squeezed shut… red cheeks and those frantic wheezes coming from him before he’d get more air and let out another boyish laugh.

“Wanderer?” Aether softly called as his fingers halted upon hearing the wheeze, tilting his head. “…All good?”

After a few deep breaths… giggles escape again, soft relaxed ones as Scaramouche gave a nod, keeping his head thrown back to just… rest right there… his hands releasing Aether’s wrists as he began to wind down.

“You may be the most ticklish in all of Teyvat—“ Aether teases.

“Sh-Shuhuhut up—! S-Shhh—!” Scara’s cheeks burned red as more breathless giggles escaped, his smile failing to turn downwards into a frown as he laid there…

The breeze blew on their skin, the sun of sumeru shining brightly upon them… adding to the peacefulness of it all.

“…Do you want more?” The traveler teased.

“Ohoho shuhut up!” Scaramouche snickered, shoving the blonde as he finally sat up… and put his hat which had fallen off back on, the small fabric pieces on the back of his hat flowing in the wind as the ravenette stared at the twin from under the hat…

Silence in the wind.

“…So, now that you’ve taught me how it works…” Scara began, his voice mischievous as he cracked a smirk. “…Are you ticklish?”

And came the giggles in the wind once more…

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Accepting Anxiety Stubbornness!

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I decided to make a little Sanders Sides fic to get back into the swing of things before October rolls around- Of course I had to write my favorite sides because I have a soft spot for Virgil and Roman. This is a blast to the past from after the Accepting Anxiety episodes. Sorry this one is kinda lacking t-words wise! I’m very distracted right now but I’ll get back into the swing of things shortly <3

So without further adieu, please enjoy! Word count: 1.1k Warnings: None, just tickles- If you don’t like that, you don’t have to read

Characters: Platonic Prinxiety

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There was way too much change going on, of course Virgil was going to be anxious. On top of that, now he had three unwanted visitors constantly checking out his room. Roman, especially. He seemed incredibly fascinated with the anxious side’s Nightmare Before Christmas posters.

Of course, that was understandable. They were pretty damn cool, in Virgil’s opinion. That’s why he summoned them into existence.

“Hey there, Virgin.” A familiar prince rose up from the darkly carpeted floor.

“Fuck-!” Virgil shot up from his comfortable bed, nearly jumping out of his own skin. “Can you seriously stop doing that?!” 

“Doing what?” “Randomly popping up in my room! Warn a dude next time…” The emo huffed as he pulled his headphones off of his head, setting them on the table beside his bed. “What do you want?”

“Hmm…” Roman glanced around and pointed at the dual Nightmare Before Christmas posters. “Those will do.” “Yeah, no. Not happening. If you want them so bad, summon your own.” 

“But where’s the fun in that?! I’d much rather push your buttons!” The creative side huffed and crossed his arms.

Virgil rolled his eyes and stood up. “You’re ridiculous.” He grumbled as he walked over to the door, opening it for Roman. “Out.” “Wh-?! Well that’s no way to treat a guest!”

“You’re not a guest. You’re a trespasser. You came in here for the umpteenth time this week without even talking to me first.”

“Oh, come now, you’re being rude.” “Really? Aren’t you the one who quite literally just made fun of my name not even two minutes ago?” The prince tilted his head, biting his lip with a sigh. “Touché…”

“Exactly. Out.”

“But-!” “No.” Roman huffed pointing at the posters before gloomily stomping out of the room.

“Finally…”

After calming down his rattled nerves, Virgil was finally able to lay back down and continue to his Gorillaz listening spree.

Other than the unexpected surprise from the egotistical prince, it was a fairly quiet night. Not even Patton decided to bother Virgil. Of course, there was the occasional pestering message from Janus or Remus- But other than that, it was alright.

Once his nerves were at an all time low for the evening, Roman sprang back up into the emo’s room.

“Heya, Hot Topic!” “FUck-!” Virgil gasped, shooting up once more, instinctively tossing his headphones in Roman’s direction. “Stop doing that!”

The prince yelped, sidestepping the headphones before they could manage to hit him. “How rude! I was just going to invite you downstairs for movie night.” He huffed.

“Movie… night?” He raised an eyebrow. “What movie?”

“Frozen! An absolute masterpiece of its time.”

“Freedom is never an option… I like it.” “No, okay- I’m uninviting you if you’re just going to bring that sass-” “It’s not sass. Think about it- Elsa was cooped up her entire life not allowed to be herself- And when she finally did run away to seek freedom, she was chased down and nearly sentenced to death.” “I… Okay! They just didn’t know how to help her!” The prince sputtered, searching for words.

“Right, but the fact that you’re not outright denying me tells me all I need to know.” Virgil mumbled and laid back down, scrolling through his phone.

“Oh, that is it, Anxiety! I’m sick of your woefulness! It’s so dreary!” 

The emo looked up at him, raising an eyebrow at the acknowledgement of his title, rather than his name.

“That’s my job.” “But you’re so depressing all the time!”

“I just say it like it is.” He shrugged.

“Oh you are such… you’re a negative Nancy.” Roman huffed, crossing his arms.

“Okay… Sir Sing-a-Lot.” “At least I can sing!” “We all have- Okay- Whatever.” Virgil rolled his eyes, scrolling through his phone.

Roman huffed once more, turning away with a frown. He wished Patton came upstairs instead- Virgil was always nicer to Patton… or at least… tried to be nicer to Patton.

However, something so incredibly devious crossed his mind with that thought. Something so outrageous… so underhanded- So… devirageouhanded! Was that a word? Well who cares- NOW IT IS! “You know, tough guy, I bet you wouldn’t be so tough if you learned about Patton’s methods for cheering us up.” “I really think I’d still be the same.” “I- You haven’t even let me say what it is yet!” The emo sat up, glaring Roman down. “Fine then. Say it quickly so I can go back to my music.” “Ugh! So rude!” The prince had a knack for making offended gay noises, in that ever so theatrical way. 

“Get on with it..”

“Right! You know what- It’s easier to just show you.” Roman snickered and stepped over to Virgil’s bed. It surprisingly looked pretty nice- Dark purple comforter, black and gray throw blankets- Even a little skull throw pillow. The creative side silently acknowledged this as he snickered.

“What’s funny?” “You.” “Great. Appreciate it. Are we done here oR-” Virgil was cut off by a gasp that escaped his mouth- One caused by a finger so rudely poking his side.

“I knew it!” “Knew what?!” “You’re ticklish!” “No I’m not! That’s a hell of an assumption to maH-” The anxious aspect was cut off by a yelp this time. “Would you stop that?!” “Not a chance!” Roman snickered and climbed onto the grungy looking bed, only to claw his hands at Virgil’s sides.

Virgil yelped, grabbing Princey’s hands as he shoved them away. “HEY-! Would you cut it out?!” “No way!” Roman clawed his hands at the emo’s ribs this time, earning a stifled giggle out of him.

“You-hEh- You’re such a dick!” Virgil huffed, swatting at Roman’s hands, only for Roman to swerve his hands out of the way, only to scribble his fingers around the anxious side’s tummy.

Now that. That got a reaction out of him.

Virgil nearly shrieked, breaking into slight laughter before he rolled over to not only cover his stomach, but to hide his face in his pillow. Anxiety does not laugh- Not a chance. Especially to this buffoon.

“Woah! Okay- That’s definitely a good spot- Gonna tell Patton that one-” “Do NOT-!” “Ohohoh- I think I will!” Roman snickered before drilling two fingers into each hip, earning a yelp and then a laugh from the emo.

“RohOHOmaN-!” “Holy-! What the heckity heck-! I’ve made the dark and mysterious and angsty side laugh! I gotta tell Patton-!” The prince stood up, quickly dashing out of the room.

“Don’t you dare-!” Virgil shot up, immediately chasing after him.

Whether or not the prior events were revealed to Patton is unclear… but what is clear is that there was much more laughter to come from the Sanders mindpalace!

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ALRIGHT. So lots of things going on in my life, health issues and just theater and allll those fun life things. HOWEVER! I will be trying to slowly work through requests.

One Piece has taken a backseat fandom wise (although still a main fandom) however I did revisit gravity falls as a fandom which I’ve lowkey been more focused on for comfort due to my life being insane, BUT FEEL FREE TO KEEP REQUESTING, ILL GET AROUND TO IT 🫶

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SUPERRRRRRR

Franky tickle headcanons

hello everyone! this is a request from the lovely @aceofspades-doodles, whos ask was unfortunately eaten by tumblr so I’m so sorry that this is so late 😭 I hope you like them and I hope you feel better soon! I’m so happy to be your friend <3

I honestly see him as just a ler

it’s not like he’s not ticklish anywhere, it’s just that he’s so big he’s…hard to catch off guard

and he’s a cyborg so most of him is metal

the only people I see being able to get away with is is Robin and Luffy due to their devil fruits

I say his most ticklish spot is his neck or his chin/jawline

his laugh is pretty deep, but it’s also light too if that makes sense?

a VERY goofy ler, he’s one of those who enjoys verbally teasing you

“What’s so funny huh. Why are you laughing so much?”

Being what he is, he has a lot of different tools at his fingertips

usually he’ll just use his fingers, but sometimes he’ll implant feathers or electric toothbrushes in his hands

He does care a lot about his friends, so if you ask him to stop he will

He doesn’t want to push you too far

he also won’t judge you if he finds out you actually like it

he thinks it’s suuuuper!

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It would make me sooo happy if you make tk headcanons for Liu Kang! He is one of my favourite characters btw ^^

Hey! I love Liu Kang so much. And I have made TK HCS for Liu Kang somewhat recently??? More recent than most of my writing. Soooo, here you go if you haven’t already read that 🫶

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Not ticklish, eh Nami?

Friendly fire attack on @trrickytickle !!

You said you preferred Nami and Luffy, so how about both?

Had to do skypiea nami/luffy because i love their outfits, plus it’s the arc im on!!

Nami revenge under the cut

Just a sketch, but i hope you like it

chat did i cook⁉️

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“intimidating old man is actually SUPER ticklish” trope ……… I love you so much

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teeny tiny sanji + nami doodle based on the ending of this fic by tumblr user @duckymcdoorknob! go give em a follow dudes.

ive actually had this in my drafts for awhile, just haven’t posted it haha

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THIS IS MY BEST FRIEND YALL😭🫶🫶🫶

NAH BUT THIS WAS SUCH A WHOLESOME AND FUN READDDDD 😭🫶🫶

This post/fic is for my best friend, but if you’re not her and you’ve stumbled across this, hello welcome

@switch-writer

over the course of the past few years you have been nothing short of an actual gem in my life. from our daily talks, to our watching of shows, i can’t think of anyone else that i’d rather spend my time with. you are my comfort person, the one i’d go to for anything, and it blows my mind that a community like the tword community was able to bring us together and create such an unbreakable bond between us.

as i’m writing this, it’s been over a year since we met up the first time, and since then, you’ve helped me improve so much. whether that be mentally, emotionally, with my writing, with my confidence, etc- you’ve helped me improve every aspect of my life.

with that being said, since you’ve indulged me so often the past few years by reading whatever i’ve written, and even posting one of my fics for me since i was too scared to do it myself, i felt it was time to repay that. i’ve been a while revising this, screwing up rough drafts, and figuring out characters- all the while trying to not stray too far out of character. so without further ado, i love you so much light switch👹👹 and i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. it might be on the shorter end, but still😅

may not be as many twords, but i just kinda wanted to write soft mihawk :))

An unexpected smile, xox, Ghost Princess

Although a calm day on Kuraigana Island, it wasn’t unusual. The warlord sat comfortably on a plush chair, taking his time as he flipped through the pages of the daily news.

What was unusual, however, was the fact that Mihawk hadn’t seen Perona in a solid three hours. It was already half past noon and he hadn’t heard a peep from the pink-haired nuisance. Usually she’d have peeked her head in to pester him or argue with him by now.

Despite that, Mihawk couldn’t really complain. He enjoyed the quiet, and he certainly enjoyed not having someone pester him every five minutes. Just as that thought crossed his mind, he directed his eyes up and away from the newspaper.

Surely he didn’t miss her- No. Definitely not. It was just quiet, something he hadn’t been used to since before Perona had taken refuge in his castle. It was almost sad how Mihawk had felt from the unexpected change in routine.

Wake up, brush teeth, brush hair, get food- And there, sitting across from him at the table, was usually Perona. Every time she opened her mouth to speak or laugh, Mihawk had felt a part of him shrink away as his daily bout of annoyance began. But today was different- Why hadn’t she joined him for breakfast or lunch so far?

Again, it’s not as though he cared at all. However, the thought did cross his mind that he should check on her. And so that was exactly what he did.

Walking through the halls of the castle, the warlord took his time getting to the Ghost Princess’s room. Once he got there, he rapped his hand three times on her door.

“Perona?”

No answer.

He knocked once more.

“Ghost girl? I haven’t heard from you all day.” He spoke, half mumbling his words. He didn’t exactly care, it was just out of the ordinary to not hear her high pitched squawking at this hour of the day.

Despite his knocking and calling of her name, there was still no movement nor noise from the other side of the door. Finally, the warlord huffed and slowly opened the door.

“Are you even in here?”

By looking around the room, he answered his own question. She wasn’t in there. In fact, he wasn’t even sure where she could be, because the chances are that she’d say something if she was headed somewhere.

Mihawk narrowed his eyes in confusion as he thought for a moment. How peculiar. First, he hadn’t heard from Perona by half past noon- She hadn’t showed up for breakfast or lunch. Her high pitched voice wasn’t heard ringing throughout the castle all day. And now she wasn’t even in her room?

The warlord shrugged, closing the door as he began to walk away. She was an adult, she could handle herself. It wasn’t his problem.

As he made his way back towards his chair, Mihawk felt two hands grab his shoulders from behind. Though the feeling was slightly startling, he tried to not let that show.

“You do care! You even came looking for me and everything!”

There was that high pitched voice… The warlord sighed and closed his eyes, his daily bout of annoyance and frustration already beginning.

“I don’t care. It’s just not usual for you to be gone all day. It’s been so pleasantly quiet, I thought I was dreaming.”

“Damn, once an asshat, always an asshat.” The ghost princess sighed as she stepped up next to him. “Then why’d you come looking for me in my room?”

“Like I said- I’m not used to the silence. I was almost beginning to miss my daily frustration upon hearing your dog-whistle of a voice.” The warlord nearly cracked a smirk at that one.

“Okay-! That was incredibly rude! Uncalled for! You absolute negative nelly! Actually- I don’t mind the negativity, keep that up, but still!!” Perona huffed, crossing her arms. “Even I lighten up a bit sometimes- Clearly that’s almost impossible for you.”

“Most likely, yes.” Mihawk spoke, rather unfazed as he made his way back towards his comfy chair.

Perona huffed, straightening up her hat as she floated over to him.

“You’re such a sour old man. Too sour even for me.”

“You’ll live.”

“Seriously! I mean- Put a damn smile on your face every once in a while!”

“No.”

“I- What do you mean ‘no’?! You can’t just say no!”

“I can. I did.”

The ghost princess scrunched up her nose and furrowed her brows in annoyance. The daily arguments between the two finally began, and it was already quarter to one in the afternoon.

“You’re worse than my ghosts! Making everything around you depressed- You’re the worst!”

“Woe is me.” Mihawk sat back down in his chair, beginning to flip through his newspaper once more.

“That’s seriously all you have to say?!”

“Indeed.”

Perona huffed in annoyance as she went silent. Once more, the castle was filled with silence. The only sound being the occasional rustle of a page as Mihawk flipped through his newspaper.

After a few moments of peaceful silence, Mihawk saw Perona out of the corner of his eye. She was kneeling down next to him, her eyes glued to the newspaper just as his were.

The warlord paid no mind to it. She could use a bit of smart people entertainment, in his words.

The two sat in silence for a bit… that is, until Mihawk felt two fingers drill into his hips. The ravenette’s breath hitched as he jumped up and looked at Perona.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The pink haired one responded, a smirk evident on her face.

“That thing you just did. Why did you touch me?”

“I didn’t.”

“You’re lying.”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not!” Perona giggled, standing up as she floated towards him. “Even still… you really do need to lighten up. Your gloominess really can be a lot sometimes. And that’s coming from me. That’s saying something.”

“I really don’t.” Mihawk responded, though he took a step back as Perona reached her hands for him.

The ghost princess snickered as she lunged for him, skittering his fingers up his sides and ribs, then scribbling back down to his tummy.

The warlord gasped, flinching away as he held back what he presumed to be a giggle… a giggle? That’s preposterous. Practically unheard of. He rarely smiled, let alone laughed.

“Oh, oh! I almost gotcha! Cmon! Smile! I’m literally doing the complete opposite of what my devil fruit does… isn’t that ironic?” Perona laughed, her signature ‘horo horo’ slipping through every now and then.

Mihawk, being the strong person he is, could have easily slipped away. But did he want to?

It was hard to say. He was curious as to what Perona was doing- But perhaps she was right? That thought was rare in and of itself, but still. Maybe he did need to lighten up at times. Shanks had told him that previously as well.

However, his thoughts were cut short as one hand squeezed his hips, and the other skittered up his back. That caught him off guard, and he quickly flinched away with a slight chuckle.

The pink haired one gasped, freezing as she stared up at him.

“Was that-“

“No.”

“Oh, I think it was-“

“It wasn’t. You’re hearing things.”

“Oho… Oh, I got a laugh out of you! I did!! I did! I did! Oh, I’ll never let you live this down!” Perona laughed as she squeezed away at his hips, occasionally a hand would scribble around his tummy or sides.

The warlord yelped, bursting into somewhat uncharacteristically soft laughter. Not mocking laughter, nor fake, but genuine soft laughter. Who knew it was possible for the famous Hawkeye to have such a soft moment?

Mihawk could’ve easily shoved her away as well… but he didn’t. Surely he wasn’t enjoying this… Surely he wasn’t having such a soft moment with such an annoying person-

But he was. He was having a fun moment. One that was a long time coming, and well deserved for that matter. Since he was someone who’s dealt with a lot, he deserved a break- He deserved a chance to smile and laugh.

“WahAHaiT- CuhuHut iHiHit ohOut!” The warlord snorted slightly.

“Holy shit! You just snorted!” Perona giggled, skittering her fingers up his ribs.

“NoHOho IhiHi diHIhiDn’t!”

“You did! Do it again!”

“IhIhI- NoHo!”

The ghost princess snickered, scribbling her fingers across his tummy. Once more, he could’ve pushed her away… he could’ve remained stone cold and blank faced. But he didn’t.

Perona had known that he’d been working hard lately. She’d known that he’s been unusually tired.

And because of that… she’d known that he needed a chance to smile. Perona wasn’t exactly known for her ability to make people laugh and smile… but this would do.

So for the rest of the afternoon, soft giggles and snorts rang out throughout the castle halls. From Mihawk, occasionally Perona, but what mattered was that they were both happy. And more importantly, getting along.

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The Fate of the Cards

A/N: AHHH. Okay, despite all the requests I gotta do, I THINK THIS IS A PERFECT PROJECT TO COME BACK ON. THIS IS MY PART IN A ART/WRITING TRADE WITH @giggly-toybox WHO IS A SWEETHEART. Genuinely give them a follow. BUT! They’re the biggest Basil Hawkins and X Drake fan around, and they deserve some fun shenanigans 😤 BUT THANK YOU FOR THE PATIENCE AND I APOLOGIZE IF ITS SHORT. And I hope you enjoy very much🫶🫶

Ah, yes, The Supernovas, otherwise known as the worst generation, were known to be… aggressive. Monstrous pirates of thieves and brutality… similar to the warlords in a weird way, except the worst generation weren’t Government dogs.

Not that most warlord’s did their jobs anyways… But that’s besides the point.

The point is that the supernovas were brutal pirates who wouldn’t team up for nothing. Not a chance. At least that’s what most would assume. Yet, here they were, Basil Hawkins, the blonde who happened to enjoy tarot card readings, and X Drake, the former marine who swapped sides and who’s since been a pirate.

These two were… reasonable enough to get together and make a strange sort of team despite differences. Although they argued a bit. Drake was more quiet, so was Hawkins… but Hawkins certainly didn’t hesitate to ask questions and came across as harsh. But didn’t most Captains? Especially since X Drake would give him the same attitude back.

“Relax, Hawkins.” X spoke with his usual calm, dead serious tone. While Hawkins typically had that same tone, Drake managed to get him worked up. Over what you may ask? “I refuse to believe that you won fair and square.” Basil accused harshly. This wasn’t what he predicted after all! It had to be cheating!

“Then keep not believing it. Doesn’t make it any less true.” The former Rear Admiral spoke with a careless tone, scoffing in slight disbelief. “Are you actually upset?” Hawkins shot a glare towards the man in response, making it clear he was upset.

“…Oh come on.” X spoke with a deadpan tone, but nodded slowly. “Lighten up, Hawkins, I don’t want to—“ He was cut short by the tarot reader tossing the poker cards of sorts at him.

Silence… a long… dreading… moment of silence.

“Basil Hawkins.”

“…If I had to assume, something tells me that was the wrong choice.” Hawkins spoke calmly, but his eyes showed uncertainty. Was this supposed to be what his previous reading was about?

Drake kept his cold stare as Hawkins slowly shifted his foot, ready to dash if the situation called for it.

“Do those cards tell you when to run? Because only a fool would sit here.” X Drake spoke.

“…Does that mean—“ “yes, it means run!” And suddenly, the zoan devil fruit user dashed forward, and if Hawkins didn’t go in slight shock, he would’ve squawked. However, he didn’t! Instead, he had let out a much more manly noise! Instead of a squawk, he gasped dramatically and then yelped like a dog as he stumbled backwards and began to run.

The long haired Blondie found himself rushing around a room, practically playing tag and using a structure for ‘protection’ so you can’t be tagged. Except this wasn’t tag, in fact, it was cat and mouse. And Basil had no clue what happened when the cat caught him, the mouse.

“You… idiot—! Woah—!” Hawkins spoke with a strong spike of frantic nature in his tone as Drake attempted to fool him by double backing around the couch. “Don’t be stupid—! Stop playing this game!” Basil spoke harshly, attempting to be intimidating and tough.

“You accused me of cheating, I don’t take it lightly. And that was before throwing cards at me.” “You had to cheat—!” The paramecia devil fruit user accused. Which the man who had reddish-brown hair inhaled, before giving a slight smile.

“Accuse me of it, and I’ll do it—!” He claimed, suddenly jumping over the couch, his cape/cloak flowing in the force and wind from his dash and jump, and he almost tackling Basil, wrapping his arms around him as they stumbled together, Hawkins almost fell down as Drake caught both him and the card reader, getting strength in his position and firm in his stance.

And they were stable.

And silent. Hawkins didn’t want to say a word. No. He couldn’t. Or else the reddish-brown haired man would strike—

Suddenly, out of the blue, the man began to feel giggles bubbling in his throat, a smile twitching on his face, his body even feeling that tingly feeling, causing him to squirm. “H-Hehey—!” Hawkins reflectively squirmed upon recognizing the feeling. A ticklish feeling caused by the ‘former’ marine’s fingers.

“Didn’t run well enough.” Drake claimed cleverly before his fingers spidered up ‘the magician’s’ sides and ribs, causing the man to panic and finally let out built up bubbly giggles.

“Y-You’re sohoho insuhufferable!” Hawkins scolds, attempting to remain tough despite it failing miserably. He was a bunch of giggles! And now that the giggle dam broke, it couldn’t stop.

But in response to his tough reply, X decided the best course of action was simple, his fingers teased and tapped across his ribs, occasionally making a stop to scribble between and on the sensitive nerves through there, causing a small squeak followed by soft giggling, and Basil squirming side to side, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Q-Quhuhuit it! Yohou’re a evil, awfuhuhul man—!” The insults kept flowing, and suddenly, Drake moved his hands, making them crawl up to his neck and spidering around his neck. Those feelings across Hawkins neck made him straighten up his hunched over posture and squeal, causing chuckles and a small soft laugh.

“Apologize.” Drake required in exchange for mercy.

However, the fellow pirate was quite stubborn! He refused, shaking his head and grabbing at the ‘X’ tattooed man’s hands in a strong attempt to win. “N-Nehever!” The man in the white wavy sleeved shirt stuck up his nose, showing strength…

Until the marine strikes right at his stomach, scribbling and wiggling his fingers across it, causing the almost electric sensations to spike. And within seconds, that brave face was a smiling one at the least, Hawkins laughing out as he slowly went to the floor, throwing his head back in laughter.

While he squealed, his actual laugh was deeper. Granted, it wasn’t as deep as his speaking voice, but it was still deeper than those girly and sweet squeals and squeaks that only a group of mice could hear.

Drake however was amused by it, his fingers moving quick and effectively, causing the man to squirm and curl up, practically rolling around.

“DRAKE—!” He called out, squeezing his eyes shut with a sweet smile, kicking his legs a little bit as he felt those fingers scribble and poke at his belly, causing more cackles and laughs. “PLEHEASE—!” The blondie softly spoke, his voice weak due to his breathless laughter.

“Hm.” Drake acknowledged, sitting on the man’s legs to prevent him from rushing off, but his fingers stopped. His hands pulled away as the man giggled breathlessly, his hair messily in his face.

“Y-You’re ehevil—!” “I could be worse.” The man reminds the giggling blonde pirate, who begrudgingly agreed. “…But I have no doubt you cheated.” Hawkins states, a wobbly smile upon his face.

…He was still on about this?

Admittedly… Drake wasn’t completely honest. His morals were honorable, but he may of… fibbed and happened to rig the cards in his favor. He was just surprised that the man who always had cards in his hand noticed so fast, or rather was consistent in his accusations.

But due to the man being so quick on his feet and keeping up his accusations, Drake felt himself get… flustered.

“No denial—!” Basil spoke out, causing Drake to immediately claw his hands at the soft tummy, causing the man with the power of straw to start laughing with a happy tone, he certainly wasn’t opposed to this currently. “I’ll shut you up! No cheating was involved.” The darkly dressed man who happened to wear a feathered hat spoke with authority… although a smile grew on his face as he kept tickling Hawkins.

“qUHUHUIT—! BUFFOON!” Hawkins yelped, squealing before scrunching his nose up, a bright smile on his face. “Apologize, then say I won fair and square.”

And the tickling ensued due to stubbornness, the blonde shaking his head before laughing, using his hands to cover his mouth, refusing to show his smile now, his laughter still vocal and quite lovely to listen to even if muffled.

But, during that monent, Drake striked by wiggling a finger right into his belly button, causing a snort to suddenly come from the usually cynical man’s throat. With that, more laughter flowed from Basil’s mouth, a finger teasing and tickling right at his belly button. It was driving him crazy!

But it stopped, causing the magician to slowly open his eyes, shocked it stopped. But the moment he opened his eyes, the zoan user lifted his shirt and brushed a feather across his belly, causing a squeaky sound of a laugh to leave his throat, and immediately. He caved.

“eHEHE—! IT’S FAHAIR!”

Yelled the tarot reader, causing the man holding a feather to raise a brow. “Hm?”

“…And I’m… begrudgingly sorry.” Hawkins spoke softly with a huff.

“Much better.” And for good measure, Drake gave him a congratulations stroke from the feather in his hand, causing the straw-man to tumble over with a small laugh, causing him to hold his belly to attempt to block tickles. “T-THAHAT’S ENough—!” He exclaimed with a laugh, his hands batting at him now.

And with a nod, the reddish-brown haired man moved off his legs, letting his breathing even out… and finally… he relaxed. They both relaxed in silence. Hawkins was sprawled out on the floor, and Drake sat calmly nearby…

“…I did cheat.”

“…” and a slow head turn with a glare occurred, and within a moment, the blonde was on top of Drake. “You’ll pay for feeding into a delusion!”

As dramatic and loud as his wording was, it was silly… and X Drake found enjoyment in challenging Hawkins… as for Hawkins… if anyone were to tickle him, he supposed it’d be best for it to be him…

Especially when he could get his revenge.

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BRO THIS IS BANGER AND I LOVE IT??? HES A LITTLE CUTIE😭😭🫶🫶

THANK YOU VERY MUCH🫶🫶✨✨

This warms my heart 😭🫶✨

my half of a trade with @switch-writer! please forgive me for forgetting the patterns on mihawks sleeves