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☆ Star Wars tickle hcs ☆

Episodes 4-6

Luke Skywalker ~ (tickle hcs)

The Mandalorian

“Mando” Din Djarin ~ (tickle hcs)

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☆ Luke ~ (tickle hcs) ☆

🪐 ~ The most ticklish Jedi in the galaxy!!

🪐 ~ Like insanely ticklish it’s kind of ridiculous.

🪐 ~ He gets so flustered and embarrassed by this fact, but he can’t deny that he doesn’t enjoy the affection.

🪐 ~ In actuality, he loves it, adores it, craves it, and thinks it’s the best form of affection out there.

🪐 ~ Han Solo and Leia know this of course. They’re both very observant and take note at how happy he gets whenever he’s tickled and never tells them to stop.

🪐 ~ They also got him to admit to it after they both tickled him nearly to tears.

🪐 ~ Got tickled a lot by his parents growing up and not soon after was tickled a lot by his new friends and family.

🪐 ~ Han is notorious for attacking Luke with tickles out of nowhere. He thinks it’s hilarious how ticklish the Jedi is.

🪐 ~ Leia gives him sisterly tickle attacks when Luke is being annoying or pestering her. Which is rare so she knows he does it when he’s wanting to get tickled. And she’s more than happy to oblige.

🪐 ~ Leia and Han are both very skilled lers. And they love to make this fact known to Luke. He can’t complain tho.

🪐 ~ Even Chewy has gotten him a few times. Chewbacca thinks tickling in general is really funny and find joy in the noise Luke makes when being tickled.

🪐 ~ R2-D2 and C-3PO have poked him a few times here and there too. They’ve witnessed almost every tickle fight and tickle attack so how could they not indulge every once in a while.

🪐 ~ C-3PO is the type to log and remember each tickle spot on Luke and what techniques tickle him the most.

🪐 ~ He also makes sure to remind Han and Leia of this information while they’re tickling him.

🪐 ~ Luke is such a blushy and giggly guy oh my gosh you can’t tell me he’s not!!

🪐 ~ Has the most bubbly adorable giggles and bright happy laughter that makes anyone smile when they hear it.

🪐 ~ Han often laughs along with him while tickling him because it’s just that contagious.

🪐 ~ He’s definitely moderately ticklish everywhere, but he’s got a good amount of tickle spots.

🪐 ~ His ribs and under his arms, his knees especially behind are killer, his stomach makes him curl up and kick his legs, and his upper back around his shoulder blades is really sensitive.

🪐 ~ His neck and ears make him scrunch up and let out high pitched squeals that Han and Leia have for sure teased him about.

🪐 ~ His feet make him kick like crazy. He doesn’t mean to, they’re just incredibly sensitive, especially to light tickles.

🪐 ~ So if he’s gonna get tickled there, whoever’s tickling him has to make sure his legs are pinned in some way.

🪐 ~ Even has a ticklish face and palms!!

🪐 ~ Light traces and scribbles along his face and hands make his nose scrunch up as he tries not to squirm.

🪐 ~ Very ticklish knees!!

🪐 ~ Doing the exploding hand thing makes him squeal and pinching right above the kneecap makes him cackle and even snort sometimes.

🪐 ~ Behind the knees has him begging they’re so bad.

🪐 ~ This guy loves tickle fights!!

🪐 ~ Genuinely his favorite form of affection to give and receive.

🪐 ~ Speaking of which, Luke loves being a ler.

🪐 ~ Luke loves making his friends and family laugh in general, but tickling them is for sure an added bonus.

🪐 ~ Luke Skywalker retaliation tickles ✨

🪐 ~ Once he learned how to use the force to tickle people, Han definitely attacked him randomly a little less.

🪐 ~ Han has to keep his cool guy image and Luke has to remind him how ticklish he is.

🪐 ~ He doesn’t use force tickles on Leia tho because he knows Leia will get him back tenfold.

🪐 ~ Doesn’t mean he doesn’t tickle her tho. He just prefers sibling tickle fights and quick pokes to her sides rather than wrecking her like he would do with Han.

🪐 ~ Han is really the only one he’s a little less merciful with.

🪐 ~ Overall he wants whoever he’s tickling to have just as much fun as he is.

🪐 ~ The type to tase or squeeze your sides then scurry away giggling hoping you’ll chase him.

🪐 ~ He’s so playful with his tickles. Doesn’t really pin down whoever he’s tickling and prefers to let them squirm and move around.

🪐 ~ It also gives them a better chance to fight back. Which he totally wouldn’t mind if that ended up happening.

🪐 ~ Han and Luke both tickled Leia once and she wrecked their shit with Chewy’s help. Yeah, they never did that again.

🪐 ~ Circling back to the force tickles, I feel like he’s definitely tried it on himself and was surprised when it kind of tickled at first.

🪐 ~ Over time he got more used to the feeling unfortunately for him.

🪐 ~ He embarrassingly talked to Yoda about it one time. Yoda reassured him that it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

🪐 ~ Yoda then used tickling in a lot of their training from that day forward.

🪐 ~ Obi-Wan used it a couple times too when he trained with Luke. Kinda reminded him about training with another Skywalker.

🪐 ~ All in all, super ticklish and loves it. Even if he tends to get embarrassed by the fact.

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Games Jedi Play

Afraid of losing Anakin to the darkness of his thoughts, Obi-Wan makes an effort to engage him in a harmless competition. It’s a remarkably stupid idea when your former padawan is a known menace, but Obi-Wan isn’t known for good ideas. Sequel to this fic. Do not tag this as obikin I will eat your bones 🔪

Obi-Wan had raised a menace.

Anakin was respectful and attentive when it counted, sure, but he had the narrow-minded focus of a predator. When he locked his jaws on something, he wouldn’t let go. Totality was his nature. It was terrifying, how consumed he could become by his whims. Especially when that unshakeable tunnel vision was focused on publicly embarrassing Obi-Wan.

One would think that Anakin’s appointment to the Jedi Council would give him something to focus his energy on, even with his dismay at being refused an official title. Perhaps even the machinations of Grievous, who continued to evade them. But no, Anakin decided that nothing, not even the galaxy’s safety, took precedence over accosting his master.

Anakin bounded down the hallway towards him, nearly tripping over his robes. Obi-Wan raised a hand and helped him right himself with the Force.

“Good morning, Master.” Anakin’s eyes glittered with mischief. He went in for a hug—really, he’d have to try harder than that.

“You’re chipper today.” Obi-Wan smiled, snatching Anakin’s wrist from its wanderings near his side. He didn’t even have the decency to look put out.

“And you’re ticklish!” Several passing people looked at them curiously. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. Force, grant him patience.

“Most people are.”

“This is a world-shaking discovery.”

“Is it?” Obi-Wan raised his eyebrow and Anakin stepped aside. He swept forward, hardly missing a stride. Anakin scrambled to follow.

“Master, are you…embarrassed?”

“Should I be?” Obi-Wan kept his face impassive.

“You seem shaken, that’s all. Am I getting under your skin?” Anakin smirked, tilting his head. Obi-Wan opened his mouth, closed it, then walked faster. Even an ounce of encouragement of Anakin’s shenanigans was like a spark on ship fuel.

He sensed movement near the back of his neck and whirled on instinct, thus finding Anakin’s hand in his grasp for the second time in five minutes.

“You are biting off far more than you can chew, Anakin.” Obi-Wan loosened his grip on Anakin’s wrist. It did nothing to deter his shit-eating grin.

“I love a challenge.”

Well. Now there’s an idea.

Obi-Wan took in the sparkle in Anakin’s eye, the recently-rare smile, and immediately understood that his pride needed to take a backseat. Some levity could be good for him. For both of them, really.

“If you did manage to coerce a defeat from me—which you won’t—what would you like in exchange?” Obi-Wan crossed his arms.

“No training for the week.”

Obi-Wan barked a laugh.

“No.”

“No training for…five days.”

Obi-Wan pretended to consider it for a while, stroking his beard, and then, as deadpan as possible:

“Nope.”

“Three?”

“No.”

“One day? Just one.” Anakin pouted.

“Absolutely not.”

“Can we skip the evasion drill, at least?” Anakin sighed in defeat.

“…alright. When I win, we double the evasion drills.” Anakin’s head snapped up. Obi-Wan gave a winning smile.

“That’s just cruel.”

“I only want you to improve.” Obi-Wan put a hand over his heart.

“No, you like throwing things at me.” Anakin shook his head.

“That I do. Let’s establish some ground rules.” Obi-Wan wrestled his expression back into neutrality. “No attempts during Council meetings or in front of public figures. We must maintain some semblance of a reputation. I fear Master Windu’s opinion of you may only sour further.”

“Alright, that sounds fair.”

“Your opponent must verbally surrender in order to claim victory.” Anakin seemed to ponder this for a while, then nodded.

“Excellent. May the games begin.”

……

Obi-Wan should have made Anakin agree to a certain frame of time for this challenge. It seemed Anakin had finally taken to heart his lessons on patience—things between them were as if their wager had never existed. Obi-Wan expected deception in every embrace and handshake, but Anakin moved merrily along without another thought.

Anakin always attacked first in combat and in conversation. It was deeply unnerving to now be made….to wait.

The war raged on and the Council required more sessions, but wariness of Anakin’s fondness for the chancellor left tasks piled on Obi-Wan’s plate. He was losing Anakin to Palpatine somehow, he could feel it, so he pushed what duties he could into the hands of capable soldiers and other Jedi. He made time where there was none, and his former padawan, wiser now and full of heart, flourished for all his efforts. It was almost like the old days.

After four weeks of normalcy, Obi-Wan made a crucial mistake. He got comfortable.

“Respectfully, Master, I know you fight far better than this.” Anakin parried his mentor’s blade with ease. He spun his lightsaber idly as they circled each other. Obi-Wan tried not to scowl.

“It’s not about winning, Anakin. It’s about endurance.” Still, Obi-Wan upped the speed and strength of his next strikes. Their sabers sang and blue sparks careened through the training room.

“Funny you should say that.” Anakin grinned. “I agree.”

That should have been a warning. Obi-Wan did not heed it.

They danced around each other with their blades, their fervor steadily climbing with each series of blows. Obi-Wan’s forearms began to ache with the strain. He shifted to a defensive strategy, the very balance he’d been attempting to teach Anakin, but his student still bore down on him like a freight convoy.

Obi-Wan seized a gap in Anakin’s ferocious strikes and parried his saber hard enough to send it flying. He put his hand on his hip and opened his mouth to repeat a well-worn lecture on observing your enemy, but instead found the air knocked free from his chest as Anakin tackled him.

They hit the ground with the grace of a first time pilot and skidded even further. Anakin’s hands were under his arms before they stopped. Obi-Wan gasped before he could stop himself.

“You…” Obi-Wan grit out, refusing even a chuckle.

“You’ve taught me so much about endurance and patience, Master. They say the best way to learn is to teach. Is this a suitable lesson? What do you think?” Anakin had the nerve to look innocent.

Obi-Wan flung him back with a blast of Force. Anakin sailed through the air like a rag doll, tumbling ass over tea kettle but somehow skidding up into a three point landing.

“Well then. I see how it is.” Obi-Wan brushed his hair back into place.

“You see how thoroughly I’m going to defeat you?”

“You forget, Anakin…I have known you for years.” Obi-Wan fought the smirk trying to find purchase on his face.

“So?”

“You’ll see.” Obi-Wan sighed playfully. Then he waited.

It took less than thirty seconds for Anakin to charge him, and even less time for Obi-Wan to have him on the ground. He kicked and squirmed—he even tried to bite—but Obi-Wan shut all of that down with relentless squeezes to his sides. The day he let his former padawan bite him was the day he hung up his robes for good.

“I thought you’d recall the last time I taught you this lesson, but perhaps you need a refresher.” Obi-Wan kept the same even pace, the same even tone, but his lip did twitch up at the sound of Anakin’s giggly panic. He couldn’t help it. Anakin’s laughter was so sweetly contagious.

Anakin reached behind him and tried to thrust Obi-Wan away with the Force, but his master grabbed hold of his belt and they both slid along the floor. Obi-Wan locked his arms around Anakin’s waist, burrowed his fingers into his stomach, and was rewarded with a glorious shriek.

“Obi-Wan!”

“Yes, Anakin?”

“Sssssstopit.” Anakin tried to curl into a ball, but it only guided Obi-Wan’s hands further into his stomach.

“No, I don’t suppose I will.”

“Do you have anything to say to me?” Obi-Wan drawled, slowing his fingers. Anakin shook his head furiously. He puffed up his cheeks like a frog.

“That’s a shame. Let me know when you change your mind.” Obi-Wan latched onto Anakin’s hips and the Chosen One disintegrated in his hands. Boyish laughter fell so freely from his lips that Obi-Wan was tempted to stop and take it in. Thankfully, the Jedi do not give in to temptation.

“O-Okay! I…” Anakin fell into a violent bout of hiccuping giggles, clutching weakly at Obi-Wan’s hands. “I give—“

The sound of someone clearing his throat ricocheted through the room. Obi-Wan and Anakin both froze. Senator Bail Organa waved lightly from the doorway.

“Gentlemen.” Judging by the man’s crossed arms and poorly restrained smile, he’d been standing there a while.

“Senator. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Obi-Wan quickly helped Anakin up. Anakin immediately stumbled back into him. Obi-Wan snorted.

“We’re holding council. I’d hoped that you’d join us…if you’re not busy?”

“Not in the slightest. Anakin?”

“Yes, of course.” Obi-Wan pinched his side and Anakin squeaked like a newborn Ewok. “Of course, Senator. My apologies.”

“None needed. I’ll give you a moment to catch your breath.” Bail’s smirk was nearly audible, even as he turned away and strode towards the door.

“That didn’t count,” Anakin whispered furiously.

“If the senator hadn’t appeared, I would’ve won.”

“Nuh-uh,” Anakin fired back, full of tact and grace as he was. Obi-Wan squeezed his side, Anakin slapped his hand away, and they dissolved into a slapfight for the ages. Only when Bail cleared his throat again did they cease their war.

For now.

….

Obi-Wan trailed behind Yoda and Bail, trying valiantly to pretend as if he cared the least about politics. It was dreadfully important to install good leaders on critical allied planets, he knew, but he couldn’t be arsed to care. People like Bail and Padmé did this part so that he could charge Star Destroyers head on. He listened and he nodded and he gave his most polite smiles, but this wasn’t his place.

As he followed his colleagues down the hall, a weird itch started in his stomach. He extended a bit of the Force to scratch it—Jedi simply did not itch—but that only made it worse. It multiplied until he found his entire face scrunching. He finally gave in and allowed the quickest, most restrained scratch possible.

As soon as he touched it, a flip switched in his brain. Every nerve in his stomach lit up and it tickled, so immediately and with such force that Obi-Wan stopped walking. He swore he felt…were those fingers?

The feeling moved suddenly, honing in on his lower stomach. He managed to choke down his yelp into a cough, but it wasn’t enough to evade attention. His colleagues stopped and turned to regard him curiously. He would have given a good defense—really, he would have—but then he spotted Anakin strolling towards him in the hallway.

“You.” Obi-Wan leveled a threatening finger at Anakin. It didn’t help him look less unhinged, but it did make him feel slightly better.

“Master Yoda. Senator.” Anakin locked eyes with Obi-Wan and there it was again, that burst of Force that made his nervous system attempt to implode.

“Hello Master. It’s good to see you.”

Obi-Wan managed to bite his fist and remain silent. Barely. Still, he couldn’t help but tap his boot on the floor—the echo of which was highly incriminating.

“Master, are you alright?” Anakin blinked innocently, but Obi-Wan could see his minute smirk.

“Just fine, thank you.” Obi-Wan grit his teeth.

“Alright. I’ll see you all later.” Anakin jogged away, his robes swishing behind him. Bail fixed Obi-Wan with such a painfully knowing look that it actually hurt.

“Master Yoda. Senator. If you’ll excuse me.” Obi-Wan smiled primly, took a few steps back, and took off after Anakin. He leapt up onto the wall and ran as far as he could, flipped over the head of a visiting viceroy, and skidded around the corner after his protégé.

“Anakin!” He bellowed, and was rewarded with a giddy cackle and fleeing footsteps at the end of the hallway.

…..

An evening summons from royalty was hardly ever good. Despite Padmé’s attempts to deformalize their relationship, Obi-Wan still felt the cold fingers of dread whenever she sent for him.

“Your majesty? You wished to see me?” Obi-Wan stepped gently onto Padmé’s terrace. She beckoned him forward with a smile. The sunset painted the side of her face, which didn’t hold an ounce of worry despite the urgency of her summons. He gestured for her to sit, hoping she’d forgive the impoliteness for his concern over her pregnancy.

“I did.” Padmé’s gaze flickered past him for a moment.

“What seems to be the matter?” He put his hands on his hips.

“Sorry, but I can’t say no to him,” she winced with a smile. Obi-Wan stopped to ponder her meaning, then was struck by a heavy flying weight. He and his assailant landed bodily on the couch, scrabbling for leverage like two cats in a sack. His saber was in his hand before he mercifully recognized the blond mop above him.

“Wh—Anakin?”

“Hello there.” Anakin grinned, then immediately and unceremoniously started trying to tickle Obi-Wan. He yelped and tried to roll away, sending his saber clattering heavily from his hand.

“I thought we agreed on no important f-figures!” Obi-Wan fought off Anakin’s hands as best as he could, but he was starting to crack.

“Oh, Padmé? She doesn’t count.” He glanced at her over his shoulder.

“I’m not an important figure?” She teased with a grin.

“You’re incredibly important.” Anakin said suddenly, dripping with sincerity. Obi-Wan’s gaze darted between the two of them. Padmé caught his eye and stood quickly.

Interesting.

“You boys have fun. Try not to kill each other…or my furniture.” She hurried into her bedroom with a sweep of fabric. Anakin wistfully watched her go. Yearning shone openly on his face. They’d need to have a conversation about this later, but for now….

Obi-Wan seized the opening, reaching up for Anakin’s sides, but Anakin batted his hands away with the Force without lifting a finger. Obi-Wan’s hands slammed down on the couch on their own.

“It’s over, master. I have the high ground.” Anakin plunged his fingers into Obi-Wan’s stomach and he, regrettably, guffawed. Anakin’s eyes lit up at the sound and he chased it, pushing past layers and layers of robes with ease.

Obi-Wan’s dignity crumbled quicker than the dry biscuits served at Senate meetings. He strained against Anakin, but his lower stomach was really quite terrible. Without his hands, his only options were to drum his heels into the couch and laugh. He tried to hide his face in his sleeve and Anakin cooed at him, which was absolutely unacceptable on so many fronts that Obi-Wan finally managed to bolt upright.

Anakin shoved his hands under Obi-Wan’s arms and he instantly became aware of every nerve in his body—most importantly the ones Anakin was trying to pluck like guitar strings. Ticklish fireworks ignited down his ribs and he collapsed back on the couch with a yelp.

The Force. Certainly creative and infuriatingly effective, but fortunately for him, it was easily combated. He reached out with his mind and grabbed Anakin’s tendril of Force like a writhing snake, holding it at mental-arm’s length from his sparkling nervous system. He couldn’t fight this battle on two fronts, though, and his resolve was already parchment-thin. If his brain hadn’t been sparking like a decommed ship, he might’ve been proud of Anakin’s precision.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this. I didn’t think you knew how to laugh.” Anakin beamed. Obi-Wan rolled over and Anakin easily followed, poking all up and down his exposed side from ribs to hip. Obi-Wan yanked a leg out from under Anakin and planted a boot on his chest. He managed to keep the little devil far enough away to start worming his other leg free. He was staring down the barrel of victory when Anakin reached up and grabbed his knee.

Obi-Wan made a noise that would have alarmed and offended a Wookie. The terrace fell so silent that Obi-Wan could hear the engines of X-Wings down at street level.

“Oh nononono. No. Anakin, don’t you even think about—“

The smile that spread across Anakin’s face convinced Obi-Wan that evil was indeed alive and well in the hearts of man. Obi-Wan tried to throw himself over the back of the couch, but Anakin yanked him back.

Anakin figured out to squeeze the back of his thigh, just above the knee, and Obi-Wan’s long and stupid life flashed before his eyes. He hadn’t been tickled like this in…ever, maybe? Any manner of composure was long lost to him now—Anakin had started experimenting with his calf and he was steadily cackling now. He thought back to his hubris all those weeks ago.

Perhaps handing Anakin the key to his destruction wasn’t his best idea.

Anakin started trying to work off one of Obi-Wan’s boots and that was absolutely where he drew the line. He made to throw himself off the couch again, but he caught a glimpse of Padmé hovering nearby.

Padmé turned and gestured at her back, contorting her wrist to scratch at her shoulderblade. She made very meaningful eye contact with him, then gestured to Anakin.

What…?

Oh.

Obi-Wan shoved his hands under the back of Anakin’s tabard and the man screamed. He fell boneless on top of Obi-Wan, cackling into his shoulder. Obi-Wan had no hope of containing his grin.

“All these years I’ve known you and you didn’t think to share this information?” Obi-Wan sat up, pulling Anakin into a strange ragdoll-like hug. Anakin beat uselessly at Obi-Wan’s chest, but a snort fell from him and he changed tactics—he valiantly tried to disappear into thin air. No Jedi had mastered it yet, but he seemed intent on being the first.

Obi-Wan honed in on where Anakin’s ribs met his armpit, enchanted by the screech it pulled from him. Anakin had a good sense of humor, but Obi-Wan hardly ever got more than a chuckle and an eye roll from him—all of which had everything to do with Anakin, and nothing to do with the quality of his jokes. It was endearing beyond words to have a single spot that completely unraveled him.

“Careful. You might give someone the impression that you’re ticklish.” Obi-Wan fully deserved the anguished, furious wail from the pile of Jedi before him. He still laughed brightly at it.

“Alright. I think we’ve caused enough carnage. Truce?” Obi-Wan stood and offered his hand to shake. Anakin stared at him for a moment, still shaking with residual giggles. Anakin took his hand. Obi-Wan helped him up and clapped his shoulder, but when Anakin tried to pull away, Obi-Wan wouldn’t let him.

“The dark side will use many tricks to sway you, Anakin. Chief among them, the promise of peace.” Obi-Wan smirked, and turned the same trick that Anakin had used against him. He sent a focused burst of Force towards Anakin and he collapsed into Obi-Wan’s shoulder, overcome with snickers. Even with years of training on him, Obi-Wan wasn’t as talented as Anakin. He had to keep a hand planted on his former padawan’s shoulder to maintain the effect, but it was more than worth it.

“The dark side of the Force isn’t funny. Master Windu would be disappointed.” Obi-Wan shook his head. With how Anakin had fallen into him, it did look as if something had tickled him in the comedic sense—except for Anakin punching him in the shoulder, of course.

“Look at how the dark side’s corrupted you! Assaulting your master. A shame to watch you stray from the light.” Obi-Wan couldn’t stop the chuckles that bubbled out of him—Anakin’s face was priceless. He was fighting so hard to glare, bless him, but he simply couldn’t stop giggling long enough to make it stick. It was as if the little Anakins in his brain that controlled those vicious instincts had fled the helm.

Obi-Wan started poking Anakin’s stomach where he could reach, and his protégé’s laughter spiked infectiously. He fell into a cycle of hiccupy laughter and hid his face in his leather gloves.

“Alright! Stop. You wihihin.”

“Good lad.” Obi-Wan gave his shoulder a squeeze and it mysteriously, hilariously, summoned another bout of giggles.

“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow for evasion drills!” Obi-Wan singsonged, strolling towards the terrace entrance.

“I hate you!” Anakin shouted after him, but his voice splintered into laughter before the venom could stick. Obi-Wan didn’t need the force to know it was Padmé’s doing.

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Watching the new season of Phineas and Ferb is giving me so many fic ideas guys- 🦋

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Reblog to give a trans woman an embrace so warm and loving that you feel her shoulders drop and her body finally relax a little

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I’m so happy you shared your fics!! 💖💖💖

One of the scariest things I ever did was share my tickle fics with the internet. But it's also been one of the most gratifying, freeing, overall best experiences of my life. Opening the door to sharing my plethora of tickle thoughts and fandom fics has been such an amazing journey. I've gotten to connect and become friends with people I never would have had the privilege to meet otherwise. And I finally found my people, after a childhood of thinking I was alone.

So, if you're a new fic writer or fan artist or just new to the tickle scene in general and don't know where to start, I'd say the best way is to just go for it. Do it. Share the thing. Start the conversation. It's scary, yes, but absolutely rewarding, too.

I couldn't be happier that I did it myself.

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MY HEART!! 🦋🦋🦋💖💖💖

I won't swear it, I fail!

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Amazing World of Gumball tickles!! ✨

larry or something. as promised. he definitely snorts when he laughs

inspiration under cut

inspired by ⬇️ this scene ⬇️ where the wattersons were interrogating larry to find out the secret menu item at Joyful Burger

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Stronger Than You Know

Summary: A chance to bond goes 180 and leaves both Dipper and Ford feeling horrible. Thankfully, the two talk it out and are feeling more connected than they ever have. 🌲

Lee: Dipper

Ler: Ford

Author’s Note: There’s angst in this one besties. There’s tickles too of course, but be prepared for a panic attack and lots of Dipper being sad before it gets happy again. Also thank you everyone for being so patient and encouraging! You guys are amazing! I hope you all enjoy! 🌲

A shriek followed by laughter filled the shack and made Ford jump. He stood up from his spot in the kitchen and walked to look into the living room.

Stan had Dipper in his lap and was scribbling away at his stomach. Dipper was squirming and pulling at his arms that were currently pinned against his chest, but wasn’t making a huge effort to get away.

Ford smiled at the sight. Dipper looked so happy. And his giggles certainly brightened up the room and anyone’s mood of whom had heard it. He heard Stanley mention going to a different spot which made Dipper squirm harder and start giggly pleading.

“Nohoho! Gruhunkle Stahahahan!” Dipper’s arms were slowly being raised above his head. Stan seemed to have struck gold when he started tickling under Dipper’s arms. He was surprised Mabel hadn’t come running to see if someone was being murdered at the initial scream Dipper emitted before cackling.

After a little bit more tickling, Stan let the kid go and told him to scram. His arms wrapped around himself, still giggling slightly from the leftover tingles. Ford made sure to not be seen as Dipper got up and made his way upstairs. He walked out and awkwardly coughed before addressing his twin.

“Does he, enjoy that?” Ford asked. Stan looked at him. He could tell it wasn’t just a random question. Ford was still struggling to find ways to bond with the kids in more of a Grunkle type way.

“Oh, yeah. The kid loves it. Would never admit it of course, but Mabel and I get him all the time.” Stan softly smiled at the memories. Dipper was a long time victim to his tickle attacks, but Mabel was on the receiving quite a bit too. He wouldn’t dare mention to Ford how they’ve been able to get him back though.

“Dipper gets really down on himself a lot. Sometimes he needs to just laugh and let loose. Heh. Sounds like another dork I know.” Stan winked at his twin, recalling all those times he used to tickle Ford to death when they were younger. Ford chuckled.

“So, do you think he’d be okay if I tried that with him?” Ford played with his hands behind his back, a nervous stim he developed in childhood.

“Are you kiddin’? All that kid wants to do is bond with you. And I think he’d love it if you tickled him. Don’t tell him I told you though.” Stan gave Ford a light nudge to his arm.

“Heh. Good to know. Thank you, Stanley.” Ford gave him a light nudge back.

“Don’t mention it, pointdextor.”

~

Ford had just finished preparing him and Dipper’s annual game of Dungeons, Dungeons & More Dungeons. They still preferred to play down in the lab, but Mabel gave it a “special touch” and added lots of pillows, blankets, and even some mythical stuffed animals to create a more cozy space.

He had to admit, the pillows and blankets were very nice. Especially since it did tend to get a bit chilly down there. And the stuffed animals would even make appearances as characters in the games. Ford made sure to show his appreciation by playing a game of Calling All Boys: Preteen Addition with her in the new space, which he actually found kinda fun if he was being honest.

Dipper excitedly squeezed his game folder against his chest as he made his way down to the basement. He sported his classic grey shorts and a hand me down graphic tee Wendy game to him, which was a bit too big, but he loved anyway and was really comfortable nonetheless.

“Hi, Great Uncle Ford!” Dipper happily waved as he made it to the game area. Ford said hello back let Dipper make himself comfortable before handing him a can of Pitt Cola. Dipper thanked him, the two opening their cans and clinking before taking a drink.

“So, we left off at the dungeon of horrors.” Ford began to set up the scene. “You start to walk through the cold and dark hallways when suddenly, you’re come across a table with two glowing potions.”

Ford turned on a sparkly led light Mabel supplied them. The room twinkled with blue and orange light, covering the ceiling and walls around them. Dipper awed at the sight, continuing to listen to his Grunkle with curiosity.

“You step forward in front of the table and notice each one has a distinct color. One is blue and one is orange. One of them contains an elixir that will make the drinker feel a mystery sensation depending on the number you roll. The other will give you 20+ HP and guide you to the exit.” Ford brought out two tiny bottles painted orange and blue and set them in front of Dipper’s character.

“Choose wisely my boy. While it’s a 50/50 chance, still think this through.” Ford knew what he was doing. While the answers were rigged, Ford still wanted Dipper to have fun and try and find a solution to the “riddle.”

Dipper was silent for a moment. Quietly thinking about each potion. The colors could indicate the answer, although they never established color codes before in this particular world. Not wanting to take up too much time overthinking, Dipper went with his instinct.

“I choose… to drink the blue potion!” Dipper yelled with determination, rolling his handful of dice onto the game board. The dice rolled, almost in slow motion, as the two watched and waited to see the result of the dice. They all stopped and revealed a number only two points under the required total. Dipper groaned, looking to Ford for him to continue the adventure.

Ford smirked, using a remote beside him to turn off the surrounding led string lights, leaving the two surrounded in darkness.

“The lights go out after you drink the mysterious potion.” Ford snuck behind Dipper, using the darkness of the room to his advantage. Dipper yelped and burst into giggles when two six fingered hands started to scribble and squeeze along his sides and ribs.

“Then all of a sudden, a strange sensation overcomes you. One kind of tickly sensation if you will.” Ford chuckled, both at his little remark and his nephew’s giggles. The lights turned back on to reveal a ticklish Dipper.

“Nahahaha! Wahahait! Gahahaha!” Dipper shrieked before falling into loud laughter as Ford moved to his stomach. His arms slammed to his sides as he squirmed. Screw his nerves for being so sensitive!

Ford smiled at his reactions. It was really nice to see the kid let loose and laugh. Especially at his hands. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to form a connection with Dipper and Mabel since he hadn’t been around kids all that much in the last thirty years. But thanks to Stan, he was able to spend time with his family. They were bonding.

“Greheat uhuncle Fohohord!” Dipper laughed and squirmed in his hold. He couldn’t believed this was happening. Ford was seeing him laugh and just be a kid. He was seeing him be so vulnerable. So childlike. So… weak…

Ford couldn’t see him like this. How was he going to prove he was worthy of helping him out on adventures if he could be taken down by a few tickles?! Ford didn’t see him as an apprentice. He saw him as this noodle-armed pre-teen who can’t stop himself from laughing at pokes to his sides.

Dipper started to freak out. He twisted this way and that, shoved at his great uncles hands. He kicked and even tried to throw in a punch. He was getting desperate.

Ford was none the wiser. He thought this was how a kid reacted to tickling. Heck this was how him and Stan used to get when they tickled each other. It wasn’t until he was about to move up under Dipper’s arms like he’d seen Stan do that Dipper knew he had to yell.

“STOP IT! LET GO OF ME!!” Dipper shouted, shocking both Ford and himself. Ford’s hands backed away immediately, his smile fading. Dipper internally screamed at himself. This was horrible, he just yelled at his Great Uncle Ford. He just yelled at the author of the journals…

“I- I’m sorry. I don’t know why-” Dipper’s eyes welled up with tears. His breathing became rapid and his heart raced. He wanted to run away. He wanted to disappear. So he did.

Dipper quickly ran upstairs, game pieces being knocked over and stepped on. Ford tried to reach out and stop him, but found he didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He heard Dipper choke on a sob before he was gone.

~

Dipper slammed the door behind him to his room. Mabel jumped at the sound and turned her head to face her twin. His eyes were red and swelling with tears, his hands trembling and looking as if he were about to break down. Mabel got up from her bed and walked over to him.

“Dipper- Oh my gosh what’s wrong? What happened?!” Mabel reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. And that’s when he actually broke down. He crashed into her in a tight hug and finally let the sobs release themselves from his lungs. He buried his face into her sweater covered shoulder, and cried. He cried long and hard.

Mabel brought him down to the floor with her and held him close. Not letting go until he needed to. She rubbed his back in soothing circles, taking in deep breaths to help Dipper breathe normally again.

“That’s it bro bro. Take deep breaths with me okay? In. And out. Yeah just like that.” After a few minutes, Dipper sighed and pulled away. His hat hung low and his cheeks were still damp. Mabel stood up with him and led him to his bed.

“So, what happened? Do you wanna talk about it?” Mabel calmly asked. Her hand returning to his back. Dipper took in another deep breath, still unable to make eye contact, and told Mabel about what had happened.

“Oh, Dipper. It’s gonna be okay.” Mabel pulled him close into another hug. “You’re just being a silly Billy. He’s our Grunkle. Not just the author. He wouldn’t think you’re weak because you were having fun with your family.” She shook him gently while hugging him making smile for a moment.

“I guess so. I don’t know, Mabel. I just don’t want him to think I can’t handle going on adventures.” Dipper set his head in his hands.

“How am I going to convince him I’m good enough to go on adventures with him if I fall apart at being- ya know... It’s just so embarrassing.” Dipper groaned.

Mabel couldn’t help but chuckle at her brother. He could really be a goober sometimes.

“Everyone’s a little ticklish Dipper. I bet even Grunkle Ford is a little bit.” She ruffled his hair making Dipper smile and shove at her hand. He was about to comment on her statement when there was a small knock. They both looked up to see their Grunkle Ford.

“May I come in?” Ford asked in a quiet tone. Mabel looked to Dipper before seeing him nod. She gave him a fist bump before standing up and walking out the door. She gave Dipper a thumbs up as she went down the stairs. Dipper looked at Mabel, then at Ford.

“Dipper, I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable.” Ford stepped forward, but stopped when he saw the boy flinch at his advances. “I promise I was only trying to- It was just that I…” He stammered.

Ford took a deep breath and slowly walked over and sat next to Dipper. Dipper didn’t flinch this time or try to move away, but he didn’t move closer either. He didn’t know if he could.

“I was trying to bond with you. I’ve seen how close you are with Stanley. Especially when he gives you that sort of affection. I thought maybe it would bring us closer.” Ford fiddled with his hands on his lap. Dipper was stunned. He was genuinely trying to bond with him. Mabel was right.

“Oh, man. You saw what happened with Grunkle Stan this morning didn’t you?” Dipper covered his face, still unable to make eye contact with his Great Uncle beside him.

“I thought you would think I’m too weak or childish to go on adventures with you. What kind of adventurer would I be if I fall apart like that so easily.” Dipper sighed. Ford felt his heart sink. He gently took his arm and put it around Dipper, his hand resting on Dipper’s shoulder. Dipper let out a small gasp and brought his head back up to look at Ford.

“I never meant to make you feel like you’re weak, Dipper. Because you’re the complete opposite of that. Just because you’re a bit more sensitive than others doesn’t mean you’re not strong. Heck, I think you got your ticklishness from me.” Ford chuckled.

Dipper’s face formed a small smile as his nerves calmed. He let himself be vulnerable again, leaning his head against his Grunkle’s arm. Ford stiffened at first, not wanting to scare Dipper. But he relaxed when he realized what he was saying was working.

“You helped defeat Bill, you’ve saved your sister on multiple occasions, you saved me. You’re so much stronger than you know.” Ford squeezed Dipper’s arm in reassurance.

“You’re aloud to be a kid and let loose around me. You’re a brave and confident adventurer. But you’re also my nephew. And you can be both of those things at the same time. I will never think any less of you for being silly and laughing at a few pokes.” Ford ruffled Dipper’s hair lightly. Ford quickly stopped, however, when he saw tears in Dipper’s eyes.

“Dipper! Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Are you-” Ford was interrupted when Dipper sat up and threw himself onto Ford in the tightest hug he could muster.

Dipper continued to cry into Ford’s shoulder. But he also laughed. Overcome with happiness that he couldn’t hold back any longer. It was everything he had needed to hear. Ford laughed along, wrapping his arms around Dipper to complete the hug.

Ford rubbed Dipper’s back until he calmed down. Dipper let go and sat back on the bed. The two awkwardly wiped their eyes and coughed. Both a little unsure about what to say next. Dipper was the one who spoke up first.

“Thank you, Great Uncle Ford. I really needed to hear that.” They both smiled.

“Of course.” Ford answered. Suddenly he let out a low pitched yelp when he felt a quick poke to his side. He turned to look at Dipper who had a mischievous glint in his eye. Kinda reminded him of someone. Ford smirked and brought his hands up into claws.

Dipper squealed and tried to make a run for it. He made it two steps before Ford scooped him up and started scribbling along his sides. He burst into giggles immediately, but his bright smile and arms barely pushing Ford away showed he was having fun.

Ford looked back and turned to gently toss Dipper onto the bed. Dipper giggled at the playfulness, curling into a ball and hugging his still tingling sides.

Ford sat on the bed beside him and lightly pressed his fingers into the boys neck. Dipper kicked out on instinct. His shoulders scrunched up as his heals made a rhythm on the bed.

“Nohohot fahahahair!” Dipper squeaked out amongst his high pitched giggles. The extra fingers were doing a number on the ticklish nerves on his necks and ears.

“Not fair? Oh, I’ll show you not fair.” Ford smirked, unable to hold back another chuckle when Dipper shrieked before falling into a fit of laughter when he felt one hand squeezing away at his left knee while the other snuck its way under his right arm.

“NAHAHAHAHA! GRUHUHUNKLE FOHOHOHORD!!” Ford was right- this wasn’t fair. Two of his worst spots at once! Dipper kicked his free leg as his free hand seemed to not know if it should try and help his knee or under his arm.

Ford beamed. Dipper finally called him Grunkle.

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This is absolutely incredible and adorable oh my gosh!! Your art style is so cute!! 😭💖🦋

Jayvik gif commission for @home-of-the-squirmle !!! Struggled a bit while drawing these idiots but it was fun

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LILO AND STITCH TICKLES ON MY DASH?! 💖

Trying to cope with how much I've heard the new lilo and stitch movie sucks, though I'm honestly not surprised

Anyway, my coping mechanism? I think you can already guess

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I love all the tickle fics and art on tumblr!! 💖 I love being able to be alive during a time surrounded by so many talented people who also love tickling! ���

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TICKLISH KIRISHIMA MY BELOVED!! 🦋🦋💖💖

Another attack! @flames-tstuff , I knew I had to draw this as soon as I saw that your template had a character from the same fandom as mine, lol

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This year for pride month I want trans people to be alive. Thank you.

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I love getting tickled by my friends! 🥹💖💖💖

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I LOVE HANGING WITH MY HIGH SCHOOL FRIEND GROUP SO MUCH!! I got tickled so much oh my gosh!! 😭💖 I had a full on tickle battle with my one friend where multiple times I was stuck or pinned and couldn’t move! I missed them so much and I’m so happy we’re still all so physically affectionate with each other!! 💖 So yeah life is amazing because I got tickled a lot and got to tickle them back and it was so amazing! ☺️💖

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The urge to text my friends and tell them “Hey by the way tickles are like hugs to me and it’d be really great if you could tickle me from time to time for my mental health…” 😗