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My brain wouldn't let me sleep until I drew this, so...have a rough lee!Ford sketch ig
Apparently leaning backwards over the side of your top bunk while reading a thesaurus isn't the best position after all. I mean, really Ford, did you simply forget your devious opportunist of a twin?
⚠️My art, please reblog but do not repost⚠️
#gravity falls tickle#sfw tickling community#sfw tickles#lee!Ford#ler!Stanley#I love young Ford sm#it's indescribable#tickle art
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Hello, Hello!
This is the first fanfic I have ever ever written!! Isn't that cool?
Just so you know, this is a fanfic about tickling, so if you dislike that then please don't interact!
Lers: Grunkle Stan, Mabel
Lee: Dipper
"Give it back!!"
That was the first thing Grunkle Stan heard that morning. Judging by the screechy girlish nature of the voice...it was probably Dipper. it was just a little too girly to be Mabel. It was too early for this. Only thirty minutes past noon, we're they trying to take away his beauty sleep or something? It was probably some pointless argument that could be settled with less than a paragraph anyway...may as well check on them. He knew how big stupid fights could get between siblings.
"Oh c'mon..."
He groaned, sitting up and cracking his back before dragging himself downstairs. There he saw the sight of the problem: the journal. Mabel was holding it above her head, running around while trying her darn hardest to convince him into taking a break.
"Oh come on Dipper! Just for one day! Take a break, you'll be fine!"
"I can't take a break! We don't know everything that's out there! Give it back!"
Right before he tried to snatch it, she pulled away, running up to Grunkle Stan. Her and Dipper ran circles around him, who was barely processing what was happening in his sleepy un-caffeinated state, groaned and grabbed Dipper by the back of his jacket.
"Look kiddo, shooting star here is right. You keep your nose stuffed in that book 24/7, you'll give yourself bad eye sight like me."
Dipper fought against his grip, trying to tug himself away while shooting Mabel a half hearted glare.
"But I still have things to be doing! Grunkle Stan you don't get it! I need the journal back!"
Stan groaned and thought for a moment or two. How was he supposed to work this out between the two? Especially when he wasn't entirely awake, nonetheless. He knew a few tactics that tired Dipper out, but judging by the chaos he was woken up to, no, he had to go big or go home.
"Mabel, hide the journal somewhere and meet me in the living room with your brother."
"What?! But Grunkle Stan!-"
"No buts! You wake me up over something stupid? You'll learn not to."
Without letting Dipper really process those words, Mabel already running off to hide the book, Stan brought Dipper to the living room by the arm. He sat down and gripped both his shoulders, making eye contact and speaking in a serious yet concerned and somewhat soft tone.
"Look kid, you're too young to be worried about this whole...cryptid thing. I understand you have a nack for it, but take a break why don't ya?"
Dipper avoided eye contact for a few moments before nodding, giving a soft sigh and looking up at him again. He felt bad for causing his Grunkle stress, but he just had to find out what was going on with Gravity Falls.
"I'm almost a teenager though, and I know I can handle it! Please, I have so many things that I'm close to solving, I can't just...take a break now!"
"He can't even take a shower!"
Mabel chimed in, skipping from the doorway over to the two and looking at Grunkle Stan. He decided that enough was enough, it was time to make him relax, even if it was by forcing him into exhaustion.
He suddenly took two of Dippers wrists in one hand, taking off his hat since he'd probably squirm so much it fell off anyway. He then gave him a serious look, though it quickly turned into more of a mischievous smirk than anything as he raised his other hand, wiggling his fingers at him.
"You've been so busy with that book that I've practically forgotten what your laugh sounds like...Mabel sweetie? Get his ribs."
"WHAT-?!"
he went bright red in the face and nervously squeaked, leaning away from the hand that Stan was slowly moving towards his belly. He bit his lip, but it failed to cover the nervous yet giddy smile slowly forming.
"Oooh, gladly!"
His sister joining in too? That just wasn't fair! He'd probably be dead by the end of this. He leaned forward and away from her hands, only to yelp as he bumped his stomach against Stan's hand. He gave a soft burst of giggles and jerked back, only to find his ribs being spidered across by Mabel's fingers.
"MAahahahabehel!!"
He protested, trying to move away from her only to find his Grunkle's hand was still there waiting for him to do just that. He felt like a fly in a spiders web, and the idea of getting that journal back today wasn't looking good either...
Eventually both hands had closed in on him. One was scribbling all over his belly and occasionally jumping to his side to catch him off guard, while two more hands were running up and down his ribs and digging into the spaces in between. He let out multiple loud and embarrassingly girly shrieks, laughing his head off and trying to tug both arms down to no avail.
"WAHAahahahait- Gruhuhunkle Stahahan!! Thihis isn't fahahair!"
"Yeah well life ain't fair kiddo. You're taking a nap."
"I'm nohot evehen tihihirehed!!"
"You will be after this!"
Mabel suddenly shot back, moving her hands to his back and wiggling her fingers against his spine. One went up and down it rapidly while the other focused on where it met the neck, making him scrunch his shoulders up and snort a few times from laughing so hard.
"NONONOHONOnOHOHhohohooo!!- not theheRE!! Snrk- MAHABAHAL!!"
He squealed out, kicking his legs since his arms were still trapped, a wide smile stuck across his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel his face burning bright red from the embarrassment of the situation, but it actually did feel kind of nice to relax like this for once...
He quickly regretted ever starting to enjoy it as he felt his shirt get lifted up, followed by Grunkle Stan picking him up and snickering down at him. He took a deep inhale before pressing his lips to his stomach, blowing a long raspberry against the skin. He flinched slightly at the shriek that Dipper produced, but managed to tune it out after a few seconds.
"GHAAAAHhhahaha!!- hic- NAHAHAH!! GRUAHAHANKAHAL-!!"
He shrieked out, pushing at his shoulders and head now that his arms were free while trying to squirm out of his lap. The bit of facial hair mixed with the raspberrys were driving him up the wall within seconds, and it didn't help that Mabel decided to start scratching at the hollows behind his knees.
He let out loud, high pitched cackles, repeatedly snorting and hiccuping whenever he attempted to take a break. Tiny tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, his face scrunched up with how hard he was laughing. He started to get really wheezy, his brain shutting off for the most part due to being tickled senseless.
He kept laughing for maybe another minute or so, and despite really wanting to work on that journal yet again, he had his limits. He patted the back of Stans head, barely managing to speak through his own laughter.
"I'LL REHEST!! Ihihi'll rehehehehest pleEAHAHAA-!!!"
Him, who was already out of breath himself from blowing so many raspberries back to back, pulled his head away and let Dipper relax. Mabel gave a victorious grin and ruffled her twins hair, leaning on the seat while looking down at him.
"I knew you would! Come on, let's go to bed. I'll help you make your bed, it's a mess."
He only mumbled in response, still decently giggly from the tickle attack he was just forced through. After regaining his bearings, he managed to stand up, hugging himself and smiling at the two.
"Yeah yeah, okay..."
He considered saying something, but decided against it. They didn't need to know he actually had enjoyed that...as if they couldn't tell already though. He gently hugged Stan for a moment, yawning as he spoke due to being worn out.
"Good night, Grunkle Stan!"
"Night kiddo."
He fondly smiled back at him, ruffling his hair before breaking off the hug. He watched Mabel and Dipper leave to go upstairs, sighing before shutting his eyes. He'd probably just crash on the couch since he was still tired, but at least Dipper was gonna rest too. That put him at ease.
Mabel finished fixing his bed up for him, gently pulling a blanket back so he could lie down under it. He curled up under the blanket and gave a soft, content sigh, hugging a plushie Mabel let him borrow for the night. He shut his eyes, mumbling a soft "thank you" to Mabel, then slowly starting to doze off.
He smiled as he felt her ruffle his hair, the feeling helping his brain shut off into a peaceful sleep. He had the rest of summer to work, which still wasn't exactly a whole lot of time, but...maybe just...one day would be fine to rest. Not like he could or wanted to get out of bed now anyway.
He'd get back at Grunkle Stan and Mabel for this though.
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How about Day 30 with Lee!Mystery Twins and Ler!Stan Twins (gravity falls) as a game of hide and seek! I think it’d be super cute!
TickleTober Day 30 - Caught
AAAAA I’M DONE WITH TICKLETOBER!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This was a fun way to cap off the event, tapping into my roots! I’m so tired, and it’s definitely gonna be nice to not write over 1k word fics daily. I absolutely adored the event though, it really challenged me as a writer! ANYways, sorry for blabbing on, and I hope everyone stays safe tonight and that you Enjoy!
Lees: Mabel, Dipper
Lers: Stan, Ford
Summary: The Pines family are having an "intense" game of Hide-and-Seek to determine who gets to decorate the Mystery Shack for Halloween. There's an interesting set of rules, with a ticklish twist for whoever gets caught.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
"Dipper, be quiet!"
Mabel whisper-shouted at her brother, sinking further into the pile of stuffed animals. It was the fiercest competition of the century, and she intended to win it.
What had her so determined, you ask? The annual Pines Hide-and-Seek Championship. Well, it was the first year they were doing it, but the technically-teen was going to make sure it carried on.
Downstairs, her Grunkles combed through the house, searching for their great-grand niece and nephew. The Grunkles had half an hour to find them. There was a twist the older men had added, just to make the game more fun. If caught, the kids would be tickled. They didn't really specify a time, figuring it would be best to play things by ear.
The mystery twins gave no argument. They were determined to win, though the sweater-loving girl was definitely taking things more seriously. For Mabel, that's saying something.
Mabel, being serious? What was so great that she would forgo her usual silliness? Well, something she greatly desired; the winner, whoever they may be, got to dictate the Halloween decorations for the whole Mystery Shack. As long as it was within the budget, anything went.
She was determined to make it the most sparkly, retro, in-your-face crazy Halloween party ever. That meant she had to win.
Stan rooted through cabinets, looked in couch cushions, even went as far as looking in the outskirts of the woods. He was putting off checking the attic, figuring the kids would be smarter than that. Mabel was always goofy, it wasn’t hard to think her hiding spot would be as well.
Using a gadget, Ford scanned the first floor of the Shack. It was supposed to detect the joy and wonder a child gave off, though he was pretty sure he calibrated something wrong. Still, he searched, hoping it would at least give him some edge. He didn’t want his home covered in glitter, or so scary that even the goat would have nightmares. If Dipper won…well, he wouldn’t actually mind that, but it was the principle of it.
Dipper was hiding up in the rafters, having used Mabel’s grappling hook to secure the spot. They hid together, figuring whoever got caught first could fend for themself. Mabel was rather proud of hers; it was simple enough that they probably wouldn’t look, yet small enough to where she could barely fit, to dissuade her Grunkles. It was pretty perfect.
After twenty minutes of fruitless searching, both old men went up the creaky attic stairs. The twins held their breath, knowing it would be moments before one of them was caught. The door opened, painfully slow, as the pair entered the make-shift bedroom. They could hear the end of Stan’s conversation as he peeked in the closet. “...it’s one of the only spots we haven’t checked, Sixer. One of them’s gotta be here.”
Ford entered a second later, checking under their beds. He was so close that Mabel went completely stiff, refusing to even blink before he stood up. “Those kids are good, I’ll give ‘em that. They’ve got your sneaky skills.” He got a pillow thrown at his head by a chuckling Stan. “Sure, sure. But they’ve got your smarts. I would’ve hid in a closet or somethin’.”
They were so nonchalant about the way they searched for the younger twins. It was like they thought it was a game. Well, everybody but Mabel thought it was.
Dipper looked at Stan, noticing how close he was getting to finding Mabel. He really didn't wanna be the first one caught, but he knew how badly his sister wanted to win. Sighing, he faked a cough, calling the attention of his Grunkles up. The things he did for her…
In seconds, two rough hands wrapped around his waist, yanking him down from his hiding place. “Gotcha!” Dipper barely had enough time to register that he was in Stan’s lap before five clawing fingers dug into his stomach. “G-GRUHUNKLE STAHAHAN!”
Ford chuckled, getting his fun in as well. He scribbled on and under the boy’s knees, all six digits doing something to get him laughing. It was unfairly ticklish. He almost regretted taking the L for Mabel. Almost.
“Hey Dippy, I got a deal for ya. If you tell us where your sister is, we’ll stop.” Oh, those cheaters! Mabel watched with wide eyes and Stan vibrated his clawing fingers into Dipper’s tum, keeping his arms above his head. She knew her brother had thrown his chance for her, but he still had to outlast the old men.
He wriggled and twisted in their arms, refusing to give in so easily; he wasn’t about to lose for nothing. “I- IHI CAHAHAN’T!” Ford snickered, squeezing his knees a bit more vigorously for emphasis. “Oh, but you can. Just say, ‘Oh, Mabel is hiding…’ and then you say it. It’s just that easy.”
So unfair… Dipper whined through his laughter, kicking as much as he could. Maybe a time limit on the tickles would have been a good idea… His Grunkles were obviously enjoying themselves, matching smirks on each of their faces. He didn’t hate it, per say, but it was much harder to stay sane when all three of them could see his reactions.
It was…actually really nice of him to do that for her. Mabel would have to let Dipper DJ for the party. Waddles might be a little upset, but she was sure her pink companion would prefer snack table duty.
Stan got a little impatient, deciding to be evil. He moved his bony fingers up to the boy’s armpit, digging into his hollows. Dipper let out a squeal that would put Waddles to shame. “NYAAAAHAHA! STAHAN! NOHO- *snrk* NOHOT THEHEHERE!”
Oooh, he went for Dipper’s bad spot. Mabel bit her lip as she watched her brother’s destruction: Ford teasing his knees while Stan went to town on his pits. She wouldn’t blame him if he gave her up, but dang it, she really wanted to win.
Right as Dipper was about to crack, the Nyan Cat theme song went off. Ford’s phone buzzed in his pocket, signaling that their half-hour was up. Mabel had won!
The girl sprung up from her mound of stuffed animals, startling both of her Grunkles. “HA! I won! Stan, go grab the basement key, I’m gonna make it rain glitter and gummy bears!”
Ford laughed, releasing Dipper’s legs as he watched his grand-niece celebrate. Stan sighed, setting the boy down on the carpet to curl into himself. “Okay, okay, ya won! Don’t need to rub it in, ya snot.”
She chuckled, moving to hug her giggling brother. “Thanks for taking the loss, bro-bro. I officially crown you Head DJ.” He pumped a weak fist into the air, still giggling away the phantom sensations. Stan shooed her away, placing Dipper in his brother’s arms.
“You go get the dork some water. I’ll handle our winner.” Ford nodded, carrying the exhausted Dipper down the attic stairs. Stan cracked his knuckles before scooping Mabel up in his arms, holding her against his chest. “Congrats, ya snot. Here’s my favorite part of your reward…”
He squeezed her side, making the sweater lover burst into bubbly giggles. She twisted and squirmed, eyes growing wide. “B-buhut Gruhuhunkle Stahan! Ihi wohohohon!”
He snorted, moving up to tease her ribs. “You did, yeah. Your brother got the worst of it; I’ll go a bit easier on ya. Congrats, you goober.” She whined, protests already forming on her tongue. “Thahat ihisn’t fahair! Sohore loser!”
Stan scratched and scribbled between each bone, acting as if it was just a normal conversation. “It’s totally fair. I don’t remember there being a rule against tickling the winner.” She scrunched up her nose, mock-glaring at him. “Thahat- youhu- uhuhugh!”
It was adorable to see his relatives’ reactions. He loved to hear their laughs, see them smile, make them forget about the crazy lives they’d led for just a second. The whole “Weirdmageddon” fiasco had done a bit of damage. Stan took any chance he could get to make them feel like regular kids again. Dipper had already gotten his go; now it was Mabel’s turn.
“B-buhuhut- HEHEHEY! NOHOT THE PIHIHIHITS!” He poked her armpit, making the girl squeal. “It’s cute how you two share everything. Makes tickling the snot out of ya a whole lot easier.” It was gonna be a long day…
#Happy Halloween!#gf tickle#lee!dipper#lee!mabel#ler!stan#ler!ford#ticklish!dipper#ticklish!mabel#sfw tickling community#augtickletober2023#tickle fic#tickle#gravity falls tickle#gravity falls#ler!stanford#ler!stanley#tickletober#augtickletober#hide and tickle#gf dipper#gf mabel#gf ford#gf stan
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I decided to give this old piece a digital glow up on a whim. So here's too old farts acting like the kids at heart that they are!
#lee!stanford#ler!stanley#gravity falls tickling#fluff art#I just want those two to get along again 💖
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My birthday. Heheeey, I'm 16.,
For this event, my friend drew a couple of Art and I have to show it to you (they allowed me to post it)
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT!!!
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Taking revenge
Warning: This contains tickling. Nothing else.
A sequel to “Return the scarf”
Lee!Narrator and Ler!Stanley
That evening at the company, Stanley was sitting in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk as he stared at the computer. As he was about to type, he heard something from behind. “Stanley.” a voice was recognizable that the mute employee knew. Just then, he turned around and saw a man with a yellow scarf shaped like an arrow by the tip.
"Can I help you?" the mute employee signed. "We need to talk, Stanley." the Narrator said as he pulled up a chair and sat by the employee. "Let me guess, it's about the scarf, isn't it?" Stanley signed as he was asking a question. The man with the yellow glasses nodded and the employee sighed, then the Narrator responded to him.
“Stanley, you took my scarf, that’s why I tickled you the last time.” the Narrator said as the mute employee was not happy about the last time. Stanley signed, “It was only a scarf, but you took it seriously.” That's when the Narrator places a hand on his shoulder and speaks.
"It was a scarf that belongs to me, Stanley Rider."
As the Narrator finished his words, Stanley sighed again. Until he began to think of a plan. A plan to get revenge on the Narrator from the last time he was tickled. Then, something struck his mind, he would be thinking if the Narrator is ticklish. The elderly man would look at the employee in confusion. "Stanley?" he asked.
Without a word or a question, Stanley poked the Narrator's right side, earning a noise from him. "S-stop that! You should know it tickles-!" Then the Narrator would realize that he had dumbfounded himself. The quiet employee smirked and got up from his chair, then he would hold the Narrator down.
"Stanley! Let go of me!" the elderly man exclaimed as the employee ignored his demands. Then, he slowly skitters his fingers on the Narrator's sides and ribs, getting a giggle from him. "Stanley! Stahahahap now! I mean it!" the man with a yellow scarf cried and laughed. Stanley chuckled silently and started tickling the Narrator's sides, stomach, and ribs. "WAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHOHO NOT THERE! STANLEY! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
As the mute employee continued, he would notice a feather duster nearby. He picked it up from the table and headed back to the Narrator. Then, he would brush the feather duster on his stomach and sides, earning a giggle from the Narrator. "CUT IT OUT THIS INSTANT!" the Narrator laughed and squirmed on the ground as he tried to escape.
"I want you to apologize for what you did last time." Stanley signed as he decided to use his hands again to tickle the Narrator. "BWHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP! I'LL APOLOGIZE OKAY?!" the man with a yellow scarf screamed with laughter. As soon as Stanley stopped tickling, the Narrator would fall onto the floor and apologize to him, trying to catch a breath.
"I'm sorry for tickling you over my scarf the last time."
Stanley then chuckled and decided to help the Narrator up. As they both got back on their feet, the Narrator would glance at Stanley. "I won't forgive you for this," he said under his breath, but he didn't want to admit that he was also ticklish, just like Stanley.
But will our fellow employee remember that the Narrator is ticklish and will use it to his advantage? Probably…
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I don’t know if you’ve wrote any yet, but do you have any headcanons for Stan and Ford?
Stan & Ford ~ (tickle hcs)
I haven’t for them actually! Most of these hcs will be about when they���re kids, but there will be a few for after they reconnect ⚓️ Thank you so much for the ask! Hope you enjoy!
⚓️ ~ Stan is for sure the bigger tickle monster between the two. Ford gets him a lot of course, but Stan lives for making his twin laugh.
⚓️ ~ Stan is more sensitive to rough tickles whereas light tickles really get to Ford. Not to say that rough tickles don’t work on him either.
⚓️ ~ Ford is too ticklish for his own good.
⚓️ ~ Stan loves it tho. He uses every opportunity he can to tickle his nerdy twin.
⚓️ ~ Ford is mildly ticklish everywhere, but he’s especially ticklish on his hands, under his arms, on his neck and ears, and along his ribs.
⚓️ ~ His hands make him so giggly and squirmy!
⚓️ ~ When he’d be feeling down about them, Stan would pin his hands down and scribble all over them with his fingers or a pen until Ford agreed that they’re cool.
⚓️ ~ Raspberries absolutely kill him-
⚓️ ~ His mom would give him raspberries on his neck and ears when giving him hugs. Stan would give him tummy and rib raspberries as the grand finale during tickle fights.
⚓️ ~ Of course we can’t ignore the fact that Ford has six fingers on each hand-
⚓️ ~ The dude has two extra fingers to tickle with! Much to Stan’s dismay.
⚓️ ~ Stan isn’t as ticklish as his brother. He’s ticklish in fewer places, but those places are still really ticklish.
⚓️ ~ He’s most ticklish on his knees, stomach, feet, and shoulder blades.
⚓️ ~ Stan can’t get massages without giggling his head off when someone goes for his shoulders or shoulder blades.
⚓️ ~ Whenever Ford tickles him, he always cries out how unfair it is while giggling his head off. It actually makes Ford appreciate his hands more.
⚓️ ~ Ford would constantly do the exploding spider knee thing to Stan and it makes Stan shriek every time!
⚓️ ~ He squeals and curls up when his tummy is tickled!! He’s a fighter and a squirmer, but when his stomach is tickled he lets out the most happy giggles and crumbles.
⚓️ ~ This still stands for when he’s older and he kinda doesn’t hate it hates it.
⚓️ ~ Both also got tickled a lot by their mom when they were younger. Even in their teens she’d give them side/rib pokes and knee squeezes.
⚓️ ~ Got yelled at a lot when they’d stay up late reading comics under a blanket with a flashlight.
⚓️ ~ If there was a tickle scene it would always lead to one or the other initiating a tickle fight.
⚓️ ~ When they were younger, Ford was never really able to get the upper hand during tickle fights since he’s so ticklish. But now that he’s older and learned to fight, he can for sure turn the tables pretty quickly.
⚓️ ~ The first time they tickled each other after everything was when he saw Stan tickling Dipper and Mabel. Stan noticed Ford’s hesitation to join in on the family bonding, so he dragged him into the chaos.
⚓️ ~ He told the kids to watch this and went to go tickle his brother. However, Ford swerved out of the way and used his combat skill to instead pin Stan to the floor and wreck his ass. And to let the kids get their revenge.
⚓️ ~ Didn’t stop Stan from retaliating afterwards though. He went for a bad spot immediately and was able to make Ford crumble.
⚓️ ~ Both didn’t admit it out loud, but that was one of the best days they’d had together since the incident. Tickle fights were something they really missed.
⚓️ ~ These two are such a playful ler duo against Dipper and Mabel. Stan of course shared all of their tickle spots with him.
⚓️ ~ Dipper was so embarrassed at first because the author of the journals was tickling him and hearing him laugh and snort, but he soon realized that yes this the author, but he’s also his Grunkle.
⚓️ ~ Setting out to sail the world was the perfect time for the two to reconnect and make each other laugh once again.
⚓️ ~ Stan tells so many dad jokes on the boat and they drive Ford crazy.
⚓️ ~ Sometimes one of them will get Ford to genuinely snicker, but if he doesn’t Stan will just tickle him while he tells jokes and teases Ford that he didn’t know his jokes were that funny. (He does this a lot with Dipper and Mabel too)
⚓️ ~ They’ve for sure come across a tickle monster while sailing around the arctic.
⚓️ ~ It got both of them and they both tease each other about it.
⚓️ ~ Overall, these two had a lot of tickle fights when they were younger, and even more when they reconnected and met the kids. And they’d never trade it for anything.
#gravity falls tickle#gravity falls tickle hcs#gravity falls tickle headcanons#Ford#Ford Pines#Stanford Pines#lee Ford#ticklish Ford#ler Ford#Stan Pines#lee Stan pines#ticklish Stan pines#Ler Stan Pines#Stanley Pines#Grunkle Stan#ler Grunkle Stan#cartoon tickle#cartoon tickle hcs#cartoon tickle headcanons
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MORE LEE!FORD, RAHH
Inspired by @ticklishprincey 's fic (link is here)
Dafjdhkflgklhkfjs can you tell who my favourite GF lee is yet? 🤭
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lil somethin somethin inspired by this post by @coolbananas143 <3<3
#here it is!!!!#it only took me like. how long ago was that first reblog i did KJSDLFJKS#4 hours??? not of consecutive work mind you#i was texting people and ate dinner inbetween#but anyway yeeeeeee#this was real fun to draw and is very neat i think!!!!#my art#tsp tickles#ler!narrator#lee!stanley
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Sans: once, you’re up.
Once: Okay, um... best hockey team, go.
Bill: FLAMES.
Once: Wow, that was fast.
Sans: wait, the flames?
Bill: YEAH.
Sans: why?
Bill: WHY NOT?
Sans: the oilers are literally right there.
Bill: YEAH, WITH A RUNNING JOKE ABOUT HOW BAD THEY ARE! PLUS, I WOULDN’T BE CAUGHT DEAD IN AN OILERS JERSEY. Y’ALL LOOK LIKE A BOX OF FROSTED FLAKES.
Sans: do not.
Bill: DO SO! ALSO, WHAT KINDA TEAM NAME IS THAT? AM I SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED? ‘FLAMES’ IS JUST AN OBJECTIVELY COOLER THING TO BE NAMED AFTER.
Sans: well, at least our colour combo is unique. when your whole gimmick is fire, all your stuff gets the most boring palette in existence.
Once: Personally, I like the Toronto Maple Leafs. Iconic symbol, nice uniform colour, and people actually know who I’m talking about.
Sans: yeah, because everyone knows canada is just toronto and nowhere else. slash s.
Bill: ALSO, YOUR PRECIOUS MAPLE LEAFS JUST GOT THEIR &SSES HANDED TO THEM.
Once: What? By who?!
Bill: TAMPA BAY LIGHTNING. 7-3.
Once: Damn it!
Sans: lol, go tampa.
Alastor: *across the room* I’ve been following this conversation the whole time and I still have zero clue what’s going on.
#stanley cup 2023#tumblr sexymen#sans#the once-ler#bill cipher#incorrect quote#text#late but I wanted this out of my drafts
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hii! for the tickletober prompts, how about lee dipper with day 12? like the ler (they can be whoever you see fit!) knows/discovers he is really weak to them so they get him. hope you're doing well!
TickleTober Day 12 - Nibbles/Bites
Thank you! I had a helluva time picking a ler for this, but I think Stan fits best. I need to write for him more anyways. This idea ironically happened less than 10 minutes after I finally chose Stan. My brain is weird like that (TvT). I hope you have a fun spooky season, Enjoy!
Lee: Dipper
Ler: Stan
Summary: Dipper is stressing out over the summer spooky season. Stan decides he needs a visit from a special kind of monster.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
Once again, the Gravity Falls Summerween store opened its doors. The odd tradition began again for the year, residents joyful as they picked out candies and decided on costumes. Well, every resident but one.
A certain brown-haired, blue-hatted tween was sitting in the Mystery Shack gift shop, biting at his fingers. Ever since the whole "Summerween Trickster" fiasco, Dipper had been wary of the town's strange holiday. He would never forget the scene of Soos eating that thing…ugh.
Stan was taking inventory, making sure nobody had nicked any of his moderately overpriced merchandise. His eyes eventually drifted over to his worrisome great-nephew. That kid would worry himself into the ground if Stan let him…
"Hey picks-a-lot, those cuticles taste good?" He walked over to the teen, flicking the bill of his hat. The older man didn't mean anything malicious by it. He's just unapologetically mean sometimes. Dipper was used to his Grunkle's antics, brushing the comment off.
Dipper tucked his hands in his jacket, looking down at the register. "Sorry Stan. Just thinking about…stuff." He hadn't realized he'd been biting his fingers again. It was an old habit, one he wasn't keen on picking back up. Yet there it was.
The uneasy expression on his face was barely hidden. Stan didn't really know what to do about the kid's nerves. Normally, he'd sick Mabel on him. The tween was out with Candy and Grenda, so that wasn't an option. What to do, what to do…
"Uh…look kid. You want the rest of your shift off? I've got the shop covered, and you look pretty dead." He gave it to the kid straight. Dipper looked like he was one loud noise away from snapping, his fraying nerves and general high-strung mindset on overdrive. Stan could handle the almost empty gift shop, Tuesdays were always slow.
Dipper nodded, hopping off the creaky cashier stool stool. "Yeah, please. Thanks, Grunkle Stan." He lumbered up the steps to the attic, gently closing the door to his shared room behind him.
What was Stan gonna do with that kid?
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The next few days weren't any better. With the rapidly approaching local holiday, Dipper's nerves only grew. Mabel didn't really notice, too enamored by costume ideas and trying to figure out Waddles's measurements.
He didn't really know the absolute cause of his worry. Was it the chance of Mabel getting hurt? The possibility of another garbage candy monster? The fact that he still can't unsee Soos eating his way out of the monster? All are good guesses. He just wished he could pinpoint which one it was.
His antsy demeanor hadn't gone unnoticed by the other Mystery Shack residents. Soos had tried to get him to play some arcade games at the mall, but he just wasn't up for it. Wendy had little to no luck, her attempts to get him to loosen up going nowhere. It was up to Stan…and he had no idea what to do.
He had tried things that worked before, offering him an extra break and listening to his rants about the Journals. Dipper just wasn't up for infodumping at the moment, and he just got lost in thought on his breaks. On the morning of SummerWeen, Stan finally threw in the towel. He did the only thing he had left; asking Mabel what to do.
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When he opened the door, Stan was met with Mabel trying to put a superhero suit on Waddles. She was dressed in similar attire, her cape dragging behind her. "Oh, hey Grunkle Stan! You come to see the best heros this side of the Falls kick some butt?"
Stan chuckled, shaking his head. He felt a bit bad for the pig, he doubted those tights were comfortable. Better Waddles than him, though. "Nah, I'll be quick. What should I do to get your brother to loosen up? Kid's been freakin' all week."
Mabel's eyes widened as he said this, her brain quickly piecing together the signs she hadn't noticed. "Crud…he has been anxious." She fidgeted with her hair, giving the pig a moment to nibble on his cape. "I normally talk him down, but if that hasn't worked…maybe make him laugh?"
Stan sighed as she said this. He considered himself a pretty funny guy, but his humor normally made Dipper groan or question his existence. Not the best for making Dipper laugh, though it always gets a chuckle out of himself
His thoughts wandered to the times he had made the kid snicker, landing on a few well-timed zings and one-liners. The last was when he had been messing around with Dipper in the gift shop. He poked his great-nephew's side, and he squealed. He hadn't done anything then, but now? Oh, it's perfect.
"Hey Mabel…your dorky brother is stupid ticklish, right?" She nodded, a smile slowly forming on her face as she figured out her Grunkle's intentions. Waddles nudged her arm, showing off the lovely slobber stain in his cape fabric. "Silly guy, now I gotta redo your cape! Grunkle Stan, do you think you can get Dipper to be less Dipper-ish by 6:30? Our costumes this year are super, heheh"
Stan rolled his eyes, his mischievous mind racing with ideas of how to get Dipper back to normal. Well, as normal as the tween gets. "Yeah, alright. If you hear girlish screaming, cheer me on." He shut the door behind him, leaving his grand-niece to her silliness. That kid never fails to make him smile.
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Dipper was in the living room, a costume hung on the chair in front of him. Mabel's costume idea that summer was super heros, with him being the villain. It was actually kinda cool, with the utility belt of fake gadgets he and Mabel had put together. The only problem was him.
He was worried about putting the costume on. First off, it would mean going out and trick-or-treating with Mabel. Nothing's wrong with it, his brain was just telling him it's childish. There's also the fact that he's worried the Trickster might come back. Black licorice was bad enough before, but now he can't look at a stick without getting shivers. They very easily could've died.
Stan was creeping in the doorway, watching the tween's inner dilemma. If he wanted to be mean, he could've scared the crap out of him. But, showing a shocking amount of restraint, he knocked on the doorway. Stan walked over to him, ruffling the boy's hair. "Anybody home up there?"
Dipper, successfully snapped out of his daze, swatted at his Grunkle's hand. "Stan! Knock it off!" The older man chuckled, pulling his hand away and smirking down at the tween. That look…he knew that look. The look that meant Grunkle Stan was up to absolutely no good. "Stan…?"
He barely gave Dipper time to think before he snatched his great-nephew in his arms. It killed Stan's back, but it was worth it to hear the shocked yelp and protests from the kid. "Put me down! Stan- get off! Mabel!"
Stan flopped down in his recliner, holding Dipper in his lap. No help was coming for the boy. Mabel was in on it, as he quickly learned, and nobody else was at the Shack. It was just him, Stan, and the evil look on the older man's face as he wiggled his fingers. Crud.
"You worry too much, kid. You're gonna have more grays than me, and I put up with all'a you!" Those wiggling fingers were getting a bit too close to his stomach for comfort. Dipper squirmed, but with the way Stan held him, he was trapped. "Always thinkin' about these monsters and crazy creature things. You're so stuck in yer head, you didn't even notice the monster right in front of ya…"
He tazed Dipper's side, making him squeak at the unexpected touch. "Stahan, wait, plehehease-" He was so unbelievably screwed. "The TICKLE MONSTER!" Stan finally put his wiggling fingers on the boy's stomach, clawing and digging into the ticklish area.
Dipper squealed, shoving at his Grunkle's hands and writhing in his lap. His negative and anxious thoughts quickly faded to fuzzy, ticklish surprise. He hadn't expected this from Stan of all people. Mabel, absolutely, but Stan? He didn't really know how to react. "STAHAHAN! WHAHAHAT ARE YOUHU DOHOIHING?!"
"What's it feel like I'm doing, ya goofus? I'm tickling the snot outta ya. Now hold still." He spidered his fingers across his belly, making sure to get a few scratches in his belly button. "GEHEHET OFF! GRUHUNKLE STAHAHAN!"
Dipper kicked his legs, wishing the recliner was bigger. He barely had any room on Stan's lap, his legs nearly hanging off the armrest. Stan had him positioned so that his midsection was almost unprotectable, his arms practically pinned to his sides.
The tickling, as unexpected as it was, wasn't awful. He'd never tell the old man, but he was having a bit of fun. It was nice to let loose, to let his worrisome thoughts melt into giggles and squeaks.
The boy's laughter was, in Stan's eyes, adorable. It was nice to see the nervous kid laugh like that. Thinking of the night to come, he imagined the kids' costumes and candy-grab ideas. Candy...an evil idea bloomed in his mind. An evil, ticklish, awful idea. "I'm getting pretty hungry, Dipper. Might just have a quick snack…" He pulled up Dipper's shirt, waiting for the teen to catch on.
And catch on he did.
"Stahahan- Stan don't! Nonononoho!" Dipper's eyes went wide when he figured out Stan's plan. There's no way he could handle those. The tween desperately tried to get away, kicking out and trying to grab his Grunkle's hands.
His Grunkle easily pinned Dipper's hands, smirking down at him. It was almost too easy. Stan lowered his head, nibbling on his great-nephew's poor belly.
Dipper shrieked.
"NAHAHAHA! GRUHUNKLE STAHAHA- STAHAHAP!" He tossed his head back, kicking and thrashing under the ticklish nibbles. Stan's old man stubble wasn't helping. The scratchy texture made it so much worse.
Stan was enjoying himself. Hearing the kid's laughter reminded him of the stupid things he and his brother would do as kids, the fun they'd have. Before it all went south, they'd do this all the time. The best part was that he knew Dipper didn't mind it.
Just to be a jerk, he started making little "nom" noises as he nibbled the boy's stomach. Dipper twisted and shoved at his head, but Stan wouldn't budge. The tween resisted the urge to hit at Stan's head, instead gripping his silver hair. He didn't tug, but just grabbed on, needing something to do with his hands.
The nibbles traveled across his midsection, going from his stomach to his ribs, then back down to his belly button. Dipper was in stitches, the simple action reducing him to a cackling mess. He could barely think, his mind reeling at the assault on his nervous system. It wasn't bad, but it was mean.
Dipper managed to last for another two minutes before reaching his limit. The boy's laughter had taken on a breathy edge, his thrashing slowed with exhaustion. He patted the top of his Grunkle's head, tapping out.
Just like that, the torturous sensations stopped. Stan chuckled, raising his head and rubbing his great-nephew's midsection to try and ease the phantom tickles. Dipper curled into himself as he giggled out the leftover buzz. "Youhuhu…you suhuck…"
That got him a poke to the side. "Watch it, giggles." And Dipper, not having much of a choice, giggled. Stan let him go with a knowing smirk. The tween quickly slid off his lap, rubbing his sides. The clock read 5:30, just in time for him to get ready. "Your sister wants you dressed in an hour. Don't be late."
He left the room, leaving Dipper alone with his costume. Stan knew it wasn't a permanent fix. The boy was always stressing about something. He just hoped that the playful moment eased his worries for the night. Those kids deserve a good night.
The tween looked over at the suit, a small smile still on his face. The negative thoughts from before were gone, replaced with a light and happy feeling. He picked up the dark fabric, sliding the mask on over his red face. Maybe the night wouldn't be so bad after all…
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most uncomfortable fact i know
the rule 34 post combined totalfor all of the following incredibly popular sexymen: almond cookie, bill cipher, the narrator (stanley parable), the once-ler, proffesor venomous, and wheatley,
is a third of the post total for:
sprigatito from pokemon
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Idk which would be worse with TSP Narrator tickling you:
1. Narrating every ticklish move he makes AND each reaction you give him
OR
2. Him pretending he's not doing anything and being 'cOnFuSeD' by your reactions while narrating
(idk is this the kind of headcanon you wanted??)
YES THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT YOU KNOW ME SO WELL!
Kzjaksnalc those would both be so bad & flustering, & it’s exactly what he’d do. Like that’s so in character for him & he’s just continue rubbing it in your face! Teasing really gets to me so the first option would be worse I feel like. But the goofy smugness he’d have pretending to be innocent & just “watching” it happen would be too cute!
Just xhaglahzowge I love the narrator so much & he has unhinged ler energy (but I want that man wrecked into oblivion, ya feel?)
#asks#anon ask#tsp narrator#the stanley parable#tsp headcanon#the narrator is such a good ler i can feel it in my bones#he’s mean in a fun way
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“Stanley, you took my scarf, that’s why I tickled you the last time.” the Narrator said as the mute employee was not happy about last time. Stanley signed, “It was only a scarf, but you took it seriously.” Then, he began to think of a plan. A plan to get revenge on the Narrator.
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Gravity Falls TK Headcanons but it's only the characters I'm fixated on
I missed tickletober today, so take this instead
Some of this, especially in the Bill Section, will be out of character
Stanford
50/50 Switch
Obviously having grown up with Stanley, he's had his fair share of tickle fights. In some cases his twelve fingers give him the advantage, but at the end of the day, Stanley was stronger than him and better at roughhousing and usually won those
In his young adult years, that started to die down, until he met Fiddleford in college. It started off unintentional, Fidds was just a touchy, physically affectionate guy. One day he just meant pat his roommate's shoulder but his hand strayed a little too close to his neck and Ford ended up hunching his shoulders up with his breath hitching, and ever since it stopped being accidental
If Fiddleford thought Ford was working too hard for too long, skipping meals and sleep, he'd just go up behind him and slip his hands under his arms to scritch at his ribs, because it was the only way to convince him to rest. Ford was usually too tired to fight back anyway
Eventually though, Ford retaliated and he found out pretty quickly that his assistant was just as bad, if not worse than him
While doing research in Gravity Falls, he discovered the Leshy (changing the mythology a little here to be less dark and more Gravity Falls friendly, please forgive me) which is a forest trickster spirit that leads travelers from the path and may even tickle them. Ford met one that got him good, and was even fascinated with his extra fingers once they got a change to speak. That was the day he found out his knees were ticklish.
Being the only human lost between dimensions, people tend to get really curious about you, and even a bit touchy. It was pretty common for people to find out he was ticklish and then keep doing it because they found his reactions cute the same way humans think it's cute when a dog kicks its leg. He eventually got used to this
After coming back from the portal and having settled back in a little, he and Stanley sort of go back to being brothers. Stan hasn't changed at all, and one day he grabs Ford in a head lock, only for Ford to immediately go for his sides and get him to let go pretty quickly
One time he pinned Stan to the ground, arms behind his back, and just zeroed in on his ribs because he was being a pain. He wouldn't stop until Stan apologized for turning the house into the Mystery Shack
His worst spot is his underarms, it immediately renders him defenseless. He curls up and stops fighting because his body just gives up
His hands are also ticklish, but he's only ever let a certain previous banjo-playing partner of his tickle there. This spot gets him incredibly flustered since it's one of his biggest insecurities being adored and treated so gently like it's one of the most important things in the world
His laugh is really wheezy, airy, and uncertain because since he's not used to laughing that much
Stanley
Ler Leaning Switch, as in: He acts like a ler but it's also pretty easy to get him screaming if you can get past his defenses
If you manage to tickle him, he's VERY quick to pull the "I'm just an old man" card, but it rarely ever actually works because his family knows him. This man singlehandedly fought off a hoard of zombies and a whole ass dinosaur, he'll be fine
Before Ford came back, he was the family's biggest tickle monster, and could not be defeated. After Ford came back though, he was the only one that could get past Stan's swinging, grabbing, pushing, etc., to get him pinned long enough to tickle him, which immediately saps his strength and he's left just kicking and screaming dramatically
This dude's laugh is HARSH but the family finds it endearing because it's very him. The Mystery Twins even find it comforting after a while because it's their Grunkle, someone they look up to and feel safe with
His worst spot is his hips. If he's standing, his legs will just immediately give out. If he's laying or sitting, he immediately tries to bring them up and curl up while pushing at whoever is tickling him (usually Ford)
You can't have ears that big and them not be ticklish. They're ticklish. It's part of why he hates anyone trying to whisper to him, so he lies and tells people it messes with his hearing aid.
Loves to bother his twin. If he sees an opening, he'll slip his hands under Ford's arms (and catch him when his legs give out. It's a Pines trait.)
He's constantly scooping the kids up and going full tickle monster on them
With Mabel it's because he genuinely just enjoys playing with her, but with Dipper he thinks the kid needs to loosen up a little and get out of his own head sometimes. Also because he's well aware Dipper tries to grow up too fast, and a healthy dose of tickles from his uncle gets him acting like a kid again
He's the type to playfully growl when tickling someone
Big fan of tickle hugs because it's an easy way to trap a lee and get their sides
Bill
He will also use his stubble to his advantage when he can; on necks and bellies during raspberries
This applies to both of the twins but I'll put it here: As children, their mom used to sometimes tickle them, if they were sad, grumpy, or got into play-arguments with her
As much ler energy as he gives off, I think he's a 50/50 switch
Especially in a human vessel, with how much he seems to enjoy pain because it's a physical sensation he can't usually experience, I think he'd enjoy being tickled just as much
I think he'd be the type of lee to tease his ler and fluster them with how bold he is to ask for it. Like in a human form, I think he'd just plop himself in a ler's lap and raise his arms or something, he has absolutely 0 shame or embarrassment. The only reason it bothered him when Mabel tickled him is because he had a goal and he was trying to do something and she stopped him
Tried to use tickling as a torture method on Ford once, back when he didn't fully understand it still, and was shocked to discover the man didn't even really mind it that much. After all, he'd much rather tickling than something horrific like having his bones replaced with porcelain
In a human form, his favorite spots to be tickled are his tummy and back
A melt spot he ended up finding out about is under his chin, it gets him all soft and giggly
In triangle form, he can be tickled, he just never thought he could because no one ever tried
I think canonically he said dreamcatchers tickle? I'm not entirely sure how that works but it's canon I think?
He's small enough to be cradled in one arm and tickled with the other
I saw someone headcanon that his feet have toebeans, and I have to agree, and they're ticklish
Bill isn't one to start small and lead up to a big finale, if he finds a death spot, he will zero in on it until you tap out (which he will respect, because I said so)
Bill LOVES a good chase. If a lee runs from him, he loves to go after them and hunt them down, it makes the reward of finally getting them that much sweeter. (This is brought to you by that one scene where he pops up like "Peekaboo~!" in literally the teasiest voice)
Ford is his favorite Ler and Lee, he just loves to a nuisance in general to the guy
Sometimes he'll fluster Ford by filling his mind with teases and images but it also tends to backfire because Ford is just as good at teasing and he'll retaliate
Fiddleford
Ler Leaning (like 80% ler)
Having grown up on a farm, he's pretty used to roughhousing and wrestling with his cousins and friends
He used to play tickle monster with Tate when he was still a kid. Tate would go and hide while Fiddleford searched for him. Once he was found, he'd be scooped up into his father's tickling grasp while his dad playfully growled. (He was a good dad before he left)
In college he'd tickle Ford to get him to finally stop studying and get some sleep
Like many young adults in college, he'd get into petty arguments with his roommate over something small, and on more than one occasion he's wrecked the shit out of Ford if he ate something if Fidd's without asking
I also headcanon that he was friends with Stanley for a while while all three of them were in Gravity Falls together. On a couple occasions his southern sass would come out and both of the twins would gang up on him, usually with one holding him down because he's "farm-strong" despite being smaller
Even in the lab (Ford's basement), he'd still have to tweak Ford's sides a couple times to get him to stop working and go eat something or go to bed. Anything to get his more-than-friend-situation to take care of himself
#sfw tickling community#tickle community#tickling#tickle headcanons#gravity falls tickles#gravity falls tickle#gravity falls tickle headcanons#gravity falls tickling#lee!ford#ler!ford#Lee!Stan#ler!stan#lee!bill#Ler!Bill#Ler!Fiddleford
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Hi hi!!- aghh this is so embarrassing but ykw im breaking my outter shy bubble! Can you make a little Ler!Ford headcannons or a little write prompt scenario or something-? If not its ok!!- i wont be mad!!
Ford is just a big comfort character for me idk why ;^; anywhos have a cookie for coolness!-🍪
Aww hello there, dearest! Don’t be embarrassed, my lovely, I don’t bite!
*chomps cookie* Yum, thanks :3
headcannons for you :)
Ford, I feel, would be a ler leaning switch. He targets Dipper and Mabel most, but sometimes he goes for Stanley.
He definitely once made up a fake entry in one of the journals, explaining a rare sighting of a monster to fool Dipper. That monster being, the Tickle Monster. Gets Dipper every time!
Five fingers all on a tickle spot is bad enough? But Ford has six. So if he finds that tickle spot, his lee is an absolute GONER.
and now for lee!Ford <3
Ford as lee is a bit more common than one would assume. I mean, the guy spent years between dimensions. Who wouldn’t be a little touch-starved?
He prefers softer tickles to rougher ones. But if he’s stressed, he will go to Stanley. His brother is a fearsome tickler, and sometimes you just wanna laugh your lil head off and forget your problems.
Tickle fights with Mabel are common. Sometimes he wins. Sometimes he don’t.
Ford wears a turtleneck and a jacket. I’ve never seen him take it off in the show. It might be cold in Gravity Falls… or Ford is insanely ticklish on his torso and neck areas, wink nudge ;)
I think that’s all I have for now, lovely! Thank you for the ask, a pleasure meeting you :)
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