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·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙸𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙶𝙶𝙶𝙶. 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝙱&𝙹 𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚠— 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚘’𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚌 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚋𝚏𝚋𝚏𝚑𝚍𝚓𝚓 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝙱&𝙹 ✊🏾🥲…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙**·̩̩̥͙
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟶𝟷% 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 <𝟹
𝚃𝚆: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑𝚑𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚒𝚝!!!
̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜…𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 /𝚛𝚎𝚏˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
Alright. Hear Mikey out on this one, okay? Because in all honesty, this was originally a fire plan. A lit plan. Some might say that the fire from the plan was sooooo hot it was practically blazing due to the fact of how awesome it was.
…okay. Well perhaps maybe people don’t say that exact term but they definitely should!
Anyways, it started off as a pretty chill day for the orange banded teen. I mean, it was Summer for crying out loud! These next few months were supposed to be absolutely nothing but pure chillness.
If your Summer isn’t even a bit chill in the slightest, then you’re doing something totally wrong.
Daylight savings was over, school was over and most importantly…homework was over! (Besides the fact that Mikey and his brother’s are forced to do dumb reading reports over the break because the school system dumb)…But other than that, Michelangelo was basically free! Free as a bird.
And so, like any sane studious kid that has been in High school for about a year…Mikey has been doing something he hasn’t done in a while since school started…
…Absolutely nothing.
He’s been spending the past week or two playing Roblox on his IPad while eating Doritos mixed with Skittles.
Look, don’t even judge until you try, it’s actually pretty good!
But anyways, as Mikey was playing Flee the Facility, he randomly came to terms with the fact that he needed to steal some of his brother’s clothes for today…
Random thought, I know.
The youngest has (and always will) politely take his brother’s clothes during the Summer— preferably hoodies and/or shirts. It’s basically a forced hand-me-down/Yard sale the youngest turtle always looks forward to. And today marked the 29th of June— 8 days from June 22nd.
And if you’re unfamiliar, the 22nd of June marked the official end of Spring and official start of Summer! So the smallest turtle’s annual raid of his elder brother’s clothes was loooooong overdue.
Last Summer, Mikey took Raph’s Detroit Become Human t-shirt, his WWE shirt, one of his polos and one of his The Walking Dead t-shirts (Raph had a TON).
And the Summer before that, Mikey took Leo’s Squidward hoodie. And…yeah. That was basically it— the eldest was a pretty bland guy and there was really nothing worth taking from his wardrobe.
So if you did your Math correctly, you would realize that this year it was Donnie’s turn. And so that’s what the youngest of the turtle teens was planning…
How the absolute hell could he take some of his immediate older brother’s clothes without taking ALL of them?
Because believe it or not, the nerdy turtle of the group had a pretty good fashion taste and sense. His style was simple but not too bland or standout-ish. Donnie’s style was just a simple array of sweatshirts— a piece of clothing the smallest turtle could never EVER have too much of.
But the tech-y turtle of the family definitely did. Just looking at his side of the shared bedroom, you could see sweatshirts and hoodies galore just scattered everywhere.
The orange banded mutant looked through the sweatshirts and hoodies, trying to figure out which one he should now claim as his own.
A Sailor Moon hoodie? Too bright.
An MHA sweatshirt? Too basic.
An Attack on Titan hoodie? Too edgy.
The youngest sighed in frustration, digging through his brother’s mountain of clothes before settling on a nice black hoodie with Gojo Satoru on it.
…what? Gojo Satoru was cool! Even though the orange banded turtle had only seen him in TikTok edits…those edit’s were pretty fire.
Just like his plan of taking his brother’s anime merch because he simply just could.
The orange banded teen looked at himself in the mirror right next to Donnie’s tent, humming the popular yet overused tune that Gojo is associated with to himself, trying (and failing) to do the popular dance.
“Ugh…how did Donnie do it again…?” The chocolate eyed teen inquired, attempting to do the dance one last time before lightly falling on his shell; the other sweatshirts and hoodies breaking his fall.
“Dude…” A voice giggled behind him.
Mikey’s eyes widened at the sudden but familiar voice, glancing upwards to lock eyes with the one and only Donatello, peering down at him and smirking.
“DONNIE!” Mikey shouted in surprise, getting up and whirling around so that he faced his immediate older brother as he tried to look as casual as possible, “Donatello! Dee! Don-bon…what’s…up…?” The youngest grimaced, sending awkward finger-guns as the hood to the hoodie fell down, completely covering his eyes due to how big it was on him.
The elder snickered, putting a hand over his mouth as he tried to stifle them a little. “Oh shut up…” Mikey huffed, taking the hood off as the other turtle chuckled in amusement again, going to his younger brother and standing right next to him.
“My sweatshirt literally engulfs you.” The turtle that wielded glasses chuckled soflty which only caused the youngest to roll his eyes annoyed at the entire situation. “Shut. Up.” He pouted, crossing his arms as he glared at his older brother, “It looks good on me!”
“It swallows you…” The other said back.
“I’LL SWALLOW YOU!” Mikey retorted, turning away from his brother angrily.
The purple loving teen sighed fondly and laughed slightly at the automatic retort, raising a teasing brow at his younger brother, “Are you attempting at trying to look like me~?”
The orange banded turtle blushed profusely, glaring at the other turtle’s question, “HELL NO.”
“Thehen why do you hahave the hoodie I wear literally everywhere? You know damn well Gojo is my go-to anime character of all time.”
Michelangelo grumbled, looking to the side of him as he swayed his arms at his sides. Okay…well, perhaps out of context it did seem like he was trying to look like Donnie. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t.
The only reason why the youngest “steals” clothes from his brother’s is because…well, he can and it’s easy. And it’s just…sorta comforting in a way. Not the stealing part…but…
Look— it’s dumb and confusing don’t think about it too much.
The elder teen huffed out a small laugh, “Why did you choose my Gojo Satoru hoodie of all things, though?”
“…I keep seeing him on TikTok and he’s the only anime character that hasn’t made me cry out of cringe in a way...”
“Ooookay. Good for you, bud.” Donnie nodded, putting his hand out “Now give it here. Me and the TMLBANOT21stC are meeting later today to have a JJK meeting.”
The chocolate eyed turtle blinked, “Your going to…what…?”
“My club stands for The Most Logical, Big-minded, Anime Nerds of the 21st century. Duh.” The honey brown eyed mutant said sassily, “Now give me back my hoodie or I’ll be late!”
Mikey blinked once more, a small cheeky smile plastering on his face, “And what if I don’t want to?”
“Michaelangelo—“
And with that, the smallest turtle ran out of the shared room, moving his legs as fast as he could that the other in the room just saw an orange and green blur sprint past him.
“MIKEY!!!” Donnie howled angrily, running out of the room to catch up with him. The second youngest bumped in between the two eldest turtles, quickly apologizing to them as he ran after the youngest.
The leader in blue scratched his head confused, “Should we…?”
“Nah.” Raph commented.
.
.
.
.
.
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Donnie was internally groaning. If he couldn’t get his hoodie back from his brother in the next 10 minutes he would be late to his own club.
Imagine that.
…Exactly! You can’t.
The second youngest looked around the living room, trying to figure out just where his little brother was. In the last couple of years, the honey brown teen didn’t really mind the youngest taking some of his clothes (even if Donnie would’ve preferred him just normally asking).
But Donnie needed this hoodie. More than anything and one way or another he would get it.
Suddenly…an idea popped into the geniuses brain, smirking widely as he leaned on the wall. He closed the door without stepping outside of the kitchen, still in the room to make it seem like he left. The youngest peeked from behind the couch, him and his brother making immediate eye contact.
Ha. Got em.
The anime loving turtle basically lunged at the smaller turtle, sitting on top of him as the other tried to squirm away. “I GOT YOU, YOU LITTLE TURD!” The purple cladded teen smirked triumphantly, crossing his arms and watching amusedly as his little brother tried to escape.
“Just give me back my hoodie, man. You’re making it seem like I’m asking you for your liver.”
“YOU DID ONCE!!!”
“That was for a Bio experiment.” The elder corrected almost immediately, “But that’s not the point just— UGH! Give me my dang hoodie!!!”
“NO!!!”
The purple banded turtle glared, uncrossing his arms as he wiggled his fingers in the air, “Wanna do this the hard way? Because we can do the hard way, little brother…”
The brown eyed mutant paled, shaking his head back and forth at the question. Well…this didn’t go exactly as planned.
Donnie just scoffed, his hands immediately going for the other’s underarms but Mikey put his arms down, sputtery giggles escaping his mouth as he did so. “P-Plehease! Deehee!”
“Don’t 'plehease Deehee' me! Give back me back my JJK hoodie!”
“BuHUT—“
The elder turtle lost his patience, effortlessly raising the other’s arms as he scribbled his free hand’s fingers all over his underarms. The smallest turtle squawked, falling into loud giggles. He kicked his legs underneath his older brother, “DOHOHON— NOHO!”
“Someone is sensitive here!” Donnie mused.
“STAHAP— I AHAM NAHAT!!”
“You’re not? Not what~? Ticklish~?” The anime loving turtle asked, his smiled widening as he saw how flustered his baby brother was getting. “STAHA— STAHA-! DEEHEE!” Mikey shrieked, “NOHO TEEHEEASING!”
The glasses wielding teen gasped dramatically, “No teasing? You take my hoodie and now you’re telling me what to do?”
“NONONONO WAH— *squeal* WAHAHAIT!!!”
The tech whiz wasted no time prodding his thumbs on the youngest hips. The brown eyed teen squealed loudly, hugging his middles and just not even trying to stop Donnie’s hands at this point.
The last time he attempted to, his immediate older brother spent the next half an hour scribbling the orange banded teen’s palms…
That was hell in itself and Mikey was not trying to relive that again if he could help it.
“Awe…does this tiiiickle? Is this tickling you~? Maybe that’s cuz you’re reeeaally ticklish here…”
“IHI— *squeal* QUIHIHIET!” Michelangelo demanded loudly.
Donnie smiled at the weak retort, kneading the other’s hips harder, “What happened to all that smugness, hm? Where’d it all go, little guy~? Do I have you in a giggly puddle because your tickle tickle ticklish and I’m tickle tickle tickling you~?”
“STAHAHAP *squeal* SAHAHAYING *squeal* THAHAT, AHAHASHOLE!!!”
“Stop saying what~? Tickle? Ticklish—?”
The orange banded teen squealed loudly once more, accidentally cutting his brother off with his teasing. The glasses wielding teen couldn’t help but laugh softly at it, “Awe…look at my baby brother…” Donnie cooed.
“NAHAHAHA!” The youngest threw his head back in loud laughter as Donnie now tickled the sides of his shell. Mikey arched his back, trying to buck his older brother off of him but Donnie held on easily, continuing to tickle him.
“PLEHEASE! PLEHEHEASE!!!”
“'Plehease'? Please what~?”
“JUHUST *squeal* NAHAT *hic* THE SHEHELL!” Mikey despretley cried, turning to his side as other small hiccups followed as the end of the hoodie went up a bit, revealing some of his plastron.
The honey brown eyed turtle giggled at the perfectly played out action, “Oh…would you look at that~!” He mused, “Last chance to give me back my hoodie, bro.”
The smaller turtle’s eyes widened in realization, looking up at his brother from the corner of his eye, “Yohou *hic* wohohoudn’t…!”
“Oho wouldn’t I~?” Donnie grinned, gently holding Mikey’s waist and blowing multiple upon multiple raspberries on his stomach whilst scribbling his nails on his sides. “DAHAH— *squeal* DAHANNIE!” Mikey cried.
“Jeez…your mega ticklish here, huh?”
“SHUHUT— GEHET— PLEHEHEASE!!!” The brown eyed teen rambled through his laughs, shaking his head.
“Why— would— I???” The tech whiz mocked playfully, now blowing raspberries on his little brother’s neck and scribbling his fingers all over his stomach. “NAHAHAT THEHERE!! BROHOHO COHOME OHAHAN!!” The youngest squealed and squeaked.
Donatello smirked, ceasing his 100% justified attack for a second, “You saying 'nahahat thehere' is genuinely so funny, Mikes. Like, I was going to tickle you here regardless but, hey! Thanks for confirming how badly it tickles for you.”
He resumed his tickling onslaught on his younger brother, the younger brother in question basically falling limp due to how hard he was laughing. The only body parts that were really fighting for his life right now were his legs, that still did not cease desperately kicking the floor.
The purple banded turtle now started lightly giving ticklish nibbles on his younger brother’s neck as his light scribbles on the smaller turtle’s sides became quick and fast squeezes. “Om nom nom! Hm…you taste like…giggles! And ticklishness~! My favorite food combo!” The elder teased.
“DEEHEE DEEHEEHEE?! WHAT DOHOES THAHAT EHEHEVEN MEEHEEAN?!?!” Mikey cried desperately, his voice sounding like a tea kettle brewing because of how squeaky and high pitched it was.
“Awe…you haven’t used that nickname for me in ages~! It must tickle that bad, huh?” The glasses wielding turtle cooed.
“IHI *hic* CAHAN’T!”
“You can’t~? Can’t what~?”
“IHIT— *hic* NAHAHAH!” Mikey silently wheezed, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes tight. “Is someone giving me the silent treatment?” Donnie snickered, “Pfft— get it? Cuz you’re laughing silently~? Eh? Eh?”
Okay, even if Mikey was the comedian of the family, he would’ve admitted that was a pretty solid joke if he wasn’t getting slaughtered right now. “FIHINE FIHINE *hic* HAHAVE *hic* IHIHIT BAHACK!!! TAHAKE IHIHIT!! PLEHEASE *hic* JUHUST STAHAHAP *squeal* I’M GOHONNA *squeal* DIHIHIE!!!”
“That would be kiiiiiiiinda funny making your grave honestly.” The tech loving teen smugly said, “Michelangelo Hamato. Reason of death? Being too freaking ticklish.”
“DEEHEEHEE!!!” The youngest cried. Donnie stopped, getting up and laying next to his brother, wrapping him in a side hug which the smaller turtle immediately melted to. “May I plehease hahave my hoodie back?”
“Ihi juhust sahaid yehehehes!” The orange banded teen groaned, literally throwing the hoodie at his immediate older brother. The anime loving teen smiled, putting on the hoodie as he grinned in triumph. “For real real. I feel like new...” He said to himself proudly.
And if the youngest knew his brother (which he did), that was probably a quote that that Gojo fellow has said.
“Oh! And by the way, little bro. My club doesn’t have a meet up today. It’s tomorrow.” Donnie snickered, walking away and leaving Mikey left in complete and utter awe.
That freaking asshole.
Okay, well now Mikey’s definitely taking that MHA hoodie next year.
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how is it mario day and no one posted the essay
Hi everyone! I just got two requests: April and Casey tickle hcs for 2012, and lee Leo for 2012!
Thank you for your requests, and I'll get on them today! Have a lovely day guys! 🥰 ❤️ 💕
This is a 2003 fic! I'm really feeling the tiredness from writing every day, but I think I've got it in me to do the rest of the month. I've been wanting to write for lee '03 Donny for a while, so I guess this is my opportunity!
Lee: Donny
Ler: Raph, Mikey
TW!: None!
"Oh Don!~ I need help with the tv, I think it's broken!"
"Not again, Mikey.. This is the fifth time this week!" The purple-themed turtle sighed, standing up from his desk and walking over to where his brother sat, hand stabilizing his crossbody bag as he jumped down from the platform.
"Let me see what the problem is.." He moved to the back of the many television sets, checking outlets and wires for any disconnections or fraying parts. His eyes narrowed, following a wire to its respective tv, and paused, confused when nothing seemed to be wrong.
"Hmm, I'm not seeing any issues.." he walked back around to where the youngest was, startling as he saw Raph there was well, arms crossed as he looked at the blank screens. "O-Oh, Raph! When did you get there?.."
The elder shrugged. "Heard Mikey over here complainin' 'bout the tvs not workin'." He tilted his head, running a finger along the top of one of the screens. "Thought ya fixed them the other day.." Donny sighed, nodding. "At least I thought I did. Apparently, they keep breaking. I just don't know what's wrong with them."
A whine was heard from the orange-clad. "Are you saying you can't fix it? Donnn, I need tv!"
"Shaddup, Mike. He hears ya.." the sai-user hushed, turning back to his more reserved brother. "Surprised to hear even the all-time genius is havin' a tough time. Too much stress, Don?" the elder teased, but the last sentence has a tone of concern to it. Donatello's cheeks went pink, and he began fiddling with his fingers. "Uhm, I don't know.. Everything's going just fine, so-"
"You sure, bro? You look a little flushed."
The olive-toned mutant stuttered a little. He always did get nervous rather easily.. Mikey scooted over to his genius brother, hands clasped together as he stared up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Pleeease fix the tv! I'm begging you!"
"O-Okay, Mikey. Stop that, I'm doing my best." The youngest latched onto his leg, clinging tightly onto the limb, leaving Donny to try and step away, unable to do so with the new weight. The nunchuck-user nuzzled into his thigh, still babbling out pleas to have the television fixed. At the contact, the scientist's mouth pulled into a smile, pushing gently at the younger's head.
"Ah! No, thahat- tihicklehes!"
"Please fix it!"
At that instant, Donny crumpled to the ground, still trying to get his brother off of him. "Ooh, you'd better listen to him, Don. He sounds serious."
Mikey didn't let go, pressing his face into the other's knee instead. Donny yelped, kicking out at the feeling. "Wahait! Dohon't, I- Hehey!" Raph had sat behind the purple-themed turtle, snatching his arms up and pulling them above his head. "Get 'im, Mike. I don't think he's listenin' to ya."
Mikey giggled, letting go of the older's leg, only to sit on his waist and poke at his torso. "Pay attention, Donnyyy!" The turtle scrunched his nose up, giggles interrupting his words. "Rahaph, don't emcourahage hihim! Ahah!"
"Encourage what? I'm helpin' ya with yer listenin' skills." The elder of the three teased, leaning into his brother's ear, making him squeak and scrunch his shoulders up a bit. "Noho, you're nohot!"
"Oh, so now I'ma liar. Don't be so rude, Don." The elder darted his arm down, now only using one hand to hold up his brother's, squeezing at the side of his neck. The bo-staff-user squealed, throwing his head to the side and flailing about.
"Hahah! NO- I dihiHIdn't sahay tHAHAT!" He squawked as the youngest began kneading his ribs, twisting and turning to try and fight the ticklish sensation. "Yeah? Then what did ya say?"
Donny's brain was frazzled, the buzzing feeling at his neck and ribs were mixing up his thoughts. He couldn't even remember what he said! "IHI- I fohorgot! Stohop it!" His entire face was dusted a shade of pink, eyes closing at the intimidating sound of his brother's voice.
"That's what I thought."
There was a moment of dead silence, both turtle's hands stopping, before Don saw Mikey share a look with the other. Before he could even utter out an apology, four hands were drilling into his sides. It took only a split second for his now free hands to dart down, but it made no difference to the ticklish agony he was plunged into.
"HAHAHAH! GUHUYS,- SNRK- STOHOHOP! HAAH!"
A loud snort escaped from his mouth, making the youngest snicker as he continued wiggling his fingers into the squishy flesh of his sides, unprotected by a shell. "Gee, Don. Think ya can fix the tv now? I wanna watch some shows with Mikey ov'a here."
The scientist stomped his feet on the hard ground, elbows trying to press down over his sibling's hands to cover himself, but the tickling didn't stop. "YEHEHES! YEHES, IHI'LL TRY TO-HAHA! IHI'LL TRY!"
Mikey groaned, blowing a raspberry in the middle of the elder's plastron. "I don't want you to try, I want the it to work!" Donny squealed during the entirety of the raspberry, curling in on himself and bucking frantically until it was over.
"OHOHOKAHAY! OKAYOKAY! IHI'LL FIHIX IT!"
That got the youngest to stop, but Raph only shot his hands up, squeezing the muscle in the back of his armpits. Donny screeched, face bright red as he laughed, arms slamming down, only trapping the ticklish feeling. "RAHAHAPH!"
"Alright, fine.." The red-themed mutant slipped his hands out of his brother's underarms, hoisting him up into his lap with a bear hug. "C'mere, brainiac.."
Don slumped into the hold, panting slightly as he caught his breath. He moved his head to the side, pushing Mikey away with his foot when he tried to grab onto his leg again. Instead, the nunchuck-user knee-walked around him, and sat next to Raph, who pulled him into the hug as well.
The three smiled, peacefully sitting together for a moment, until Mikey checked the time.
"My show is on in ten minutes!"
The purple-themed mutant sighed. "I'm on it.."
ALR!
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Lee: Leo💙
Ler: Donnie💜
Donnie's an evil older brother, so of course he has to make things difficult for Leo! He shouldn't have been in his lab in the first place.
Everything's gonna be days late. I got hit by a fucking hurricane, lost power for a week, and had my entire property destroyed °v°
“Give that back you gremlin!” Donnie hissed, shoving back from his desk and leaping to his feet as Leo jumped back, holding his screwdriver with a taunting smirk.
“Actually I'm a turtle,” Leo teased with a smug grin, “Wow, and you're supposed to be the smart one!”
“You-!”
“Me!? I already know I'm the smart one!” Leo laughed, jumping away when Donnie lunged for him.
“Give it back, Leo!”
"Nah, think I'll keep it,” Leo grinned, “Buuut I'll give it back on one condition!”
“And what's that?” Donnie asked, beyond exasperated and wanting to get back to working on the drive.
“You leave your lab for a few hours and eat dinner,” Leo said, and watched in real time as Donnie's face shifted into an even angrier glare.
“I have work to do!”
“Guess you don't need this for it!” Leo taunted, sticking his tongue out at Donnie and sprinting for the door.
“LEO!”
Leo yelped as a weight bearled into his shell, making him crash onto the floor. He quickly flipped over, shoving the screwdriver in the pouch on his back and grinned triumphantly.
“Try and get it now!” Leo taunted, laughing at the fed up look on Donnie's face.
“Give it back,” Donnie hissed, snatching Leo's wrists into one hand and trying to roll his most annoying brother over.
“Leave the lab then!”
“No!”
“Then cowabummer bro, you're not getting it,” Leo said firmly, and he could see Donnie thinking up a plan.
“You're going to give it back,”
“Only if you leave the lab,”
“I think I can change your mind,” Donnie said with an evil, mad scientist grin.
“Sure,” Leo said, rolling his eyes and grinning cockily, “I'd like to see you try.”
His arms were suddenly pinned above his head, robotic arms having come from Donnie's battle shell to pin them.
“This won't work!” Leo said frantically, eyes widening as Donnie did a corny evil scientist laugh.
“Then suffer!”
Leo squirmed violently as Donnie raised his hand high above his stomach, wiggling his fingers menacingly.
“Donnie- don't!” Leo squeaked, squirming and kicking his legs to try and get Donnie off of him.
“The screwdriver!”
“Not till you leave the lab!”
“Fine then!”
And Donnie's hand shot down. Leo squealed, his eyes scrunching shut and giggling loudly.
Nothing.
He peaked one eye open, seeing Donnie's hand where it was before, but moving slowly down, his fingers wiggling.
“Donnie- DohohoHOHOnie!” Leo giggled frantically, squirming and arching around.
He squeezed his eyes shut as Donnie's hand almost touched his stomach, squealing loudly and gigging hysterically.
Again- nothing!
Leo's eyes shot open and he gasped as he saw Donnie's hand high up in the air again.
“Juhuhust gehehet ihit ohohover- snrt! Wihihith!” Leo exclaimed between his frantic giggles.
“I haven't even done anything yet, calm down,” Donnie said with a smirk, and started slowly lowering his hand again.
Leo squealed, doubling in his frantic squirming and laughing and kicking frantically.
He looked at Donnie's hand, glaring through the flush on his cheeks as he saw it was back where it'd begun.
“What's wrong, 'Nardo? What's so funny to you?” Donnie teased meanly, wiggling his fingers and grinning as Leo giggled more.
“StahahAHAp! Juhuhust do ihit ahahalreheheady!” Leo squealed, throwing his head back and cackling hysterically.
“Just give me my screwdriver already!” Donnie retorted, moving his hand slowly towards Leo's stomach.
“NO- NOHOHO! SNRK! DOHONNIE!” Leo squealed, throwing his head back in hysterics as he squirmed and cackled.
Donnie grinned, lifting his hand back up, “I'm going to do it this time! I'm going to tickle your wittle ticklish tummy!”
“DOHOHN'T SAHAHAY THAHAT!” Leo squealed, face turning bright red in embarrassment and squirming around violently as Donnie's hand got closer and closer to his stomach.
Leo's squeezed his eyes shut, then squealed when he felt hands scribbling along his underarms.
“AHAHA- WHAHAT!? YOHOHOU SAHAHAID-!” Leo cackled, squirming as Donnie tickled his underarms.
“Oh you're going to get it now!” Donnie threatened, slowly tickling down Leo's ribs and making the slider squeal.
He was right about to tickle his stomach, and Leo was squirming violently and cackling and snorting frantically.
And then Donnie started pinching at his thighs instead.
“DEEHEHEHE! STAHAHAP!” Leo squealed, drumming his feet on the floor and laughing loudly. His hands flapped from where they were trapped.
“Stop what? Didn't you tell me to get it over with?” Donnie said meanly, pinching Leo's hips and making his younger brother shriek.
“DAHAHA- YOHOHOU! NAHAHA- EEEE! DOHOHOHOHNNIE! SNRT!” Leo screamed, cackling like mad as Donnie tickled his hips.
Donnie grinned as Leo's eyes squeezed shut and he lightly skittered his fingers over Leo's belly.
“AHH- AHHAHAHA! DEE- PLEHE- EEEHAHAHA! STAHAHAHP!” Leo shrieked, the ticking sensation across his tummy made a thousand times worse from all the anticipation of being tickled there.
“I CAHAHAN'T! STAHAHAP! OHOHOKAY!” Leo squealed, “YOHOHOU CAN SNRT TAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHACK!”
“I dunno,” Donnie mused, skittering his fingers all over Leo's tummy as he shrieked and squealed with laughter, “How do I know you won't take it back?”
“I WOHOHON'T! I WOHOHON'T! PLEHEHEASE! DAHAHANNIE! PLE- SNRK! AHHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Leo squealed, snorting loudly between his laughter.
“Fine,” Donnie relented, not wanting to accidentally kill the slider, “But one last thing!”
“Wha- OHOHOHO MY PIHIHIHZZA SUHUHUPREHEHEME! STAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP!” Leo screamed as Donnie started blowing raspberries all over his tummy.
Donnie drew back as Leo's laughter had started going silent and wheezing, and he grinned at the slider, “You alive?”
“Noho! I'm dehehead!” Leo said dramatically, curling up as his hands were finally freed.
Donnie took the screwdriver from the couch, tossing it onto his desk with a smug look and bringing Leo a bottle of water from the mini fridge underneath it.
“Will you come up for dinner with us? For your favorite twin you almost killed?” Leo asked with puppy-dog eyes.
“Ugh- fine,” Donnie groaned as Leo cheered, “This is not good for my bad boy image.”
Hey! apologies everyone, but the 19th day of Tickletober will be a couple hours later than I've been posting them. It will be done during the day, but I need to sleep before I can finish it. Sorry again, and have a great day/night!
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My first Sonic fic! 😈🔥 🔥 🔥🗣️‼️‼️
(and my first fic of the year)
Lee: Sonic
Ler: Maddie, Tom
TW!: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF GORE! (Not really descriptive, just a reference to a movie) Other than that just fluff!!!!!
THIS IS SET AFTER THE EVENTS OF THE FIRST MOVIE, SO BE AWARE!!! ALSO, NFSW DNI!!!! THIS IS A FAMILY. A CHILD AND HIS PARENTS.
Maddie had to admit, having a kid was an unexpected change of pace to her slower small-town life, but a welcome one nonetheless.
She and her husband, Tom, had recently adopted a young blue hedgehog, who just happened to have come from another universe. Sonic, as she had discovered his name to be, had joined their family after years of being hidden from the world. His newfound family had given him a chance to experience a safe and fun childhood- one that he enjoyed and cherished every single day.
Sonic seemed to be having a blast catching up on all of the things to do in Green Hills, and although he loved the sports, games, and foods he had gotten to try, an interest that had really stuck out among the rest was watching movies. Maddie found it interesting as to how such an energetic teen could be pacified into calmly sitting just by having a film playing in front of him.
Which, she wasn't going to judge at all. Especially when it meant a few hours of peace and quiet.
Sonic had made it a point to she and Tom that they should all watch movies together, admitting as to how he had totally-not-creepily watched a few from their window before he was discovered by the couple, but never got to finish most of them. This prompted an excited, albeit slightly concerned, Tom to insist on the three of them watching all of the classics that night, and having a bit of family time.
And just like that, the newly-made hedgehog mom was lounging on the couch, surrounded by plenty of blankets and pillows as Tom was going through their DVDs, naming them off as their blue-quilled son jumped up and down excitedly next to him, babbling about his favorite parts.
"Uhm.. Oh! How about 'Karate Kid'?"
Sonic jumped onto the couch, barely missing Maddie's leg, and did some ninja-kicks at the air, imitating some moves he must have seen in the movie. "Ohohoh! I love that one!"
Tom chuckled, flipping through another couple discs. "We also have 'The Princess Bride', have you seen that one?"
The hedgehog stopped his attack on the void, going back to bouncing on the couch cushions. "Hmm.. I didn't really understand parts of it. Like, near the end when Westley was threatening to cut off the other dude's nose and mouth and stuff, but leave his ears. Why would a dead guy be able to hear?"
At her husband's pause, Maddie laughed, shaking her head fondly. "I think it was the idea that his soul would still be able to hear things from his body's place. You don't have to look that far into it, though, hun."
Sonic shrugged, and Tom stood from his spot on the floor, carrying the selection of movies the three had agreed on, and settled them near the tv. He put one in the DVD player, and plopped down on the opposite side of the couch as his wife, leaving a bit of room for Sonic to sit once he was ready.
As the first movie's title appeared on the screen, Sonic cheered, letting himself fall onto the couch. He scooted back, then curled up against Maddie's side. "Alright! Jurassic Park sounds cool!"
"Betcha didn't know there are three Jurassic Park movies."
"And another three- don't forget Jurassic World, Tom."
The brunette smiled. "Right, can't forget those."
Sonic was practically in awe, jaw dropped as he stared at the two. "Wait, what? You're telling me there are six movies about dinosaurs?!" He sighed, flopping back onto the couch. "We have to watch them all!"
"Wohow, you're getting ahead of yourself there." Tom laughed, ruffling the smaller's head. "We can't watch all of them tonight, but I promise we can eventually. Just.. not all in one sitting."
Sonic smiled, nodding at the assurance. Tom then pressed play, and the family quieted, focused on the beginning scene in front of them.
As the movie played, Sonic had found himself deeply invested in the plot, rearranging himself every now and then into a more comfortable position. As of now, he was curled up in Maddie's lap, socked feet in Tom's lap. The teen's head was propped up in his hand as he focused on the tv screen, being caught off guard as a dinosaur screeched loudly, flinching back.
He froze, the hedgehog subtly glanced at Tom's face, hoping the Sheriff, nor Maddie noticed him jump. When neither of them had a reaction, Sonic let out a quiet sigh, trying to go back to focusing on the tense scene that was happening.
A couple minutes had passed, and he had finally relaxed again. The air in the room was peaceful, and everyone was calm. Maddie subconsciously reached a hand to gently rub at Sonic's side, used to holding hands with her husband or something of the sort when watching things together.
Nothing, though, could have prepared the small family for the noise that elicited from the blue hedgehog's mouth.
At the touch, Sonic absolutely screamed as if he had been shocked with a million volts of electricity, his head tumbling from his hand as he whipped around. The veterinarian's eyes widened, and her hand quickly pulled away from her son's body.
"Sonic! Are you okay?"
Maddie's eyes swept thoroughly over his torso, searching for any possible sign of injury. Sonic, on the other hand, was now turned to face her, looking just as shocked as she did.
"I- yeah, I'm okay. I guess you just.. scared me?"
Tom looked puzzled. "Seems that way, huh? We weren't even watching a scary movie, kiddo."
The teen shrugged. "I know. Weird."
Maddie thought for a moment, brows furrowing slightly as an idea formed. "Sonic.. Is it alright if I try that again? Just.. to make sure everything's alright."
Sonic nodded, sitting up to allow her easier access. As her hand went to gently touch his side, he glanced down with equal interest, only to jump and giggle the second her hand came into contact with his skin.
"AH! Wait- hahah!"
The green-eyed hedgehog looked up with a confused grin, head tilting slightly as Maddie pulled away again. She smiled back, laughing a bit as she spoke. "Looks like we figurehed out what 'scahared' you!"
Sonic looked back down at himself, grabbing his own side, face pinching in a perplexed expression. "What.. was that? You just- you made me laugh?"
Maddie glanced at her husband, who seemed to be shocked by this new piece of information. The sheriff's jaw dropped, and he stared at Sonic in disbelief.
"You mean you don't know what tickling is?"
When the smaller shook his head, Maddie quickly interjected. "Okay, we are fixing that right now." She straightened up in her spot, and reached for his side again.
"Tickling is when someone touches a specific part of the body that makes them laugh." She squished at his torso, gaze softening as he burst into happy giggles. "It's an involuntary response."
Sonic jerked away from the offending hand, flopping to the side as his arms went to curl around his belly. "Ahah! Snrt- Yohou mean Ihi've been wastihihing my time on johokes? This is- Snrt- ahawesome!" The teen kicked his legs out, squealing as another hand came to his knee. "HAH! Tohohom, noHO!"
"I still can't believe you had no idea what tickling is! I wonder where else you're ticklish!" Tom's excited smile morphed into something more smug, and he spidered his fingers all along the laughing teen's knees, reaching a hand up to dig into his underarm too.
A squeaky squeal escaped from Sonic's mouth, and he quickly clamped his arm down, kicking his legs out frantically. Maddie snickered, placing a hand over her husband's as she spoke. "Be gentle with him. We don't wanna overwhelm the poor kid."
Tom rolled his eyes playfully, but went back to tickling at his knees. When Sonic exploded into bright laughter again, trying to pull his legs away, he stopped, moving to instead rub at his leg comfortingly.
The hedgehog looked up as the fluttery sensation stopped, a confused residual smile plastered on his face. "Whahah.. Why'd yohou guys stop?"
"Figured you needed a break. You were laughing pretty hard there."
Maddie smiled for probably the umpteenth time today. "Unless you want us to keep going?"
She noticed a tinge of shyness in his tone, but the happy smile he wore way outshined it. "Yeah! I-If thats okay, of course. Tickling is just.. really fun!"
"We'd be happy to!" She beamed, bringing her fingers to his belly, scribbling her nails over it. Sonic's limbs flailed for a moment, then his hands snapped up, holding onto his mom's wrists, giddy laughter spilling from his mouth when Tom wiggled a finger into the crook of his neck.
The smaller cackled, scrunching his shoulders up. He wiggled about, legs instinctively kicking at Tom and Maddie's arms, though despite his half-hearted struggling, the kid looked like he was having a blast.
Maddie cooed, half expecting to be pushed away, but she never was. Sonic just held onto her, eyes squeezing shut in mirth. After a few seconds, Tom pulled his hands back once more, his son peeking an eye open through his giggles to see what was going on.
"Honey, can you get his hands? I wanna try something."
"Sure, Tom." She smiled, reaching forward a bit to gently scoop up the smaller's wriggling arms, lifting them above his head.
Sonic tugged at his hands, attempting to pull his legs up to gain some sort of protection, as he was feeling a lot more exposed now. An anticipatory smile tugged at his lips as Tom drew closer.
"Nahah! Snrk- Get awahay!" Sonic tried to kick at the elder, only to squeal in an embarrassingly high pitch as his ankle was grabbed and pulled away, being quickly pinned onto the couch. "Tohom! Whahat're yohou doihihing?"
The brunette grinned, sneaking a tickle across his son's side, prompting the younger to burst back into giggles.
"Nothing much, bud. I just wanna introduce you to tickling properly. And this is the best way to do it!" Tom lunged forward, inhaling deeply before blowing a huge raspberry against Sonic's belly.
The hedgehog shrieked, immediately tearing his arms and leg from his parent's grasp as he exploded into cackles. His arms curled around Tom's head, eyes going wide at the horribly ticklish feeling shooting through his torso.
"PFFAAHAH! SNRK- TOHOM!" he squealed, legs kicking frantically in a blur of movement. A few seconds went by, and the raspberry still didn't stop! The blue teen tossed his head to the side, cheeks growing redder the longer he laughed. "EEEAHAH! HAHAH! SNRK- OKAY OKAY OKAHAHAY! PLEHEHEASE!"
Tom pulled away, chuckling at the giggling mess of laughter on the couch. "Whahat? Too ticklish for you?"
Maddie laughed, shaking her head as she helped the younger up. "Oh my goodness.."
The blue-themed teen slumped into her, hiding his residual giggles into his hands as he recovered from the playful attack. "Geheez, I.. cahan't believe thahat- Snrk- just happehened.."
After taking a moment to catch his breath, Sonic let his arms fall from their spot over his face. He looked up at Tom with a gentle smile. "..Thanks, Tom."
The sheriff smiled back, then crashed into the two, wrapping his family in a hug. "No problem, little man."
The three seemed perfectly content, until the youngest burst into laughter again. "Pfft! Wehe- We plahanned out this whohole movie night, and didn't eheven watch a sihingle movie!"
"Ohoh yeah! We were watching a movie, weren't we?"
Maddie cracked up, shaking her head at the silliness of the situation. "Ihi don't even remember what part we were at.."
"Rihight.." The youngest thought for a minute, then shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know."
"Want to pick a different one, and go back to Jurassic park later?"
"Yeah! Oh, I know the perfect one.."
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Rahhh I finally finished it!! I really liked writing this, they're such sillies! 💙💛💙💛
LOWKEY BETTT!!! AS LONG AS MY PHONE IS IN MY HANDS, WE WILL BE TALKING 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Oh my days, these little guys have been eating away at my thoughts for the last month, so I'm finally forcing myself to write!! 💞💞✍️✍️✍️
TW!: SOME SWEARING! Also, this does have spoilers for season 2!!!
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Strap in, because I have a LOT to say about the triplets!!! (No seriously, I wrote a shit ton.. I need to be monitored or smth) Okay, here we go!
(Rahhh he's so stimmy I LOVE HIM!!!)
❤️ Huey! ❤️
Lee-Leaning Switch!! 65/35
Lee:
Okay, I think this gif says it all, but Huey can. NOT. stop. moving!!
One poke to the sides, and he is jumping away his with highest-pitched squeal you've ever heard
It's lowkey embarrassing sometimes because of how out of control he gets
Like, he's the oldest! He's supposed to be calm and collected!
That goes out the window when he's being tickled.
It's not that he doesn't like it, he thinks it's super fun and silly!
He just has no way to manage his body 🤷
I'd say his worst spots are his ribs, feet, back, and armpits
Usually, his laugh is very bright and airy, mostly consisting of surprised giggles
Get any of these spots though?
Instead, Huey is cackling like a lunatic, out of breath and looking like he's going crazy
His knees are a melt spot! Gentle tracing there, and he won't squirm as much, opting to curl up and giggle
Most definitely squeaks. Like- a lot.
Also cannot hold in his laugh for shit
Poor kiddo just bursts out laughing immediately
Has a habit of trying to talk through his laughter, but he can never really make coherent sentences. Can get out single words though
His brothers loove to tickle him as a means of convincing him to do things (Going on an adventure, donating to Louie's kids, etc..)
He and Dewey also regularly partake in tickle fights
It's pretty much a matter of who can reach the other's spots first to determine the winner
Doesn't get lee moods often, but they definitely still happen
The Duck family is actually extremely chill when it comes to tickling, so it's pretty normal for one of the triplets to just ask for tickles
Because of this, Huey can usually just ask one of his brothers or uncles for help :)
Whenever Huey does ask for tickles, he'll usually tell his ler to just pin his arms up or smth so he doesn't accidentally squirm away
Or hit someone. That has happened far more than he'd like to admit.
Still, his brothers always get over it, and love tickling him too much to ever stop
And when Della made it back from space???
OH YOU BEST BELIEVE HE IS GOING TO HIS MOM FOR TICKLES
Atp she tickles him the most
The first time, he probably just came up to her and asked, and Della was so surprised because like-
Her baby is ticklish?? He wants to be tickled?? 😃 He wants to be tickled by her??? 😭😭😭
There were some tears of joy that day, and she definitely indulged
I am sososo grateful we got lee!Huey in canon btw- because OH MY GOD 😭😭😭
Ler:
Loves tickling his brothers!!!
A more gentle ler, and is always very careful of boundaries
His style mostly consists of scribbling, and very rarely does anything rougher than a light squeeze
Huey tickles Louie the most, but it's usually because he asks the most. (more on that later)
Is willing to tickle anyone if they ask, and is always so happy to do so
Does tease, but only when it's someone he's familiar with, and the mood is chill
"Ahhtickletickletickle!! Is this a good spot?" "I've got you now~"
Things like that
Now, remember how I said he rarely tickles roughly??
Well, there are two exceptions.
One of those exceptions being if it is specifically requested by his lee
It's typically Dewey who does this, but Huey is still very cautious
Checks in more often when he's tickling harder, just to make sure everythings hunky dory
There hasn't really been a time when things went too far, and Huey is genuinely proud of that
Again, very respectful. Never wants to make anyone uncomfortable.
Now for the second exception.
It is a pretty well known fact that Huey can get out of control when he's really mad or worked up
Someone has to do something really wrong to awaken an angry Huey.
When that person happens to be one of his little brothers??
Well.. let's just say he didn't earn the title Tickle Monster for nothing.
Emphasis on the monster part
Even when he's seething, Huey still has the common sense not to hurt his siblings
But that doesn't mean he isn't willing to tickle them until they're crying and high-key about to piss themself
This has only happened like, 3 times?
Even so, the lee certainly knows what they did wrong, so there is no doubt that any of it is unprovoked
When he's in this zone, he does not say a word
Just stares menacingly at his lee, and keeps it up until they either apologize, or (more likely) he feels like he's evened out the score
And again, it does take a substantial amount of annoyance to unleash the Tickle Monster
And Huey always lets people know when he's getting annoyed waaay before he resorts to drastic measures
Will always ask if the lee is okay after he tickles them, and will probably get them some water
Bro, we managed to get lee AND ler content (technically) of Huey- I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!!
💙 Dewey! 💙
Switch!! 50/50
Lee:
Absolutely loves tickling!
This boy yearns for attention every day of his waking life- tickling is no different!
Dewey's a fighter though, so his ler better expect to be able to hold their ground
Will tickle anyone back without hesitation
Well.. except for the Huey Tickle Monster..
That's the one time when he just accepts his fate.
Other than that, Dewey will totally slap away hands, buck, arch and kick- it's just his nature.
Worst spots are his sides, feet, belly, knees, and surprisingly enough, his cheeks!
He's pretty ticklish in other places too, but these spots can be really killer
Okay, let me tell you!!
THIS. BOY. HAS. NO. SHAME!!
Absolutely zero
If he wants to be tickled, he's walking up to whoever is closest and practically demanding that they do so.
He gets lee moods somewhat often, but he'll ask even if he's not in a mood
He could just be a little bored, and just go up to a brother for tickles
Donald thinks it is so cute, so of course he never says no
His brothers pretend it's annoying sometimes, but they've never said no either soo..
Even though he does move around a bit, Dewey can actually manage to keep his arms up pretty well if he wants to
You know the 'Arms Up' game??
He's deemed himself the all-time winner!
Only lost once, and that was to Webby
Dewey's laugh is super sporadic- it ranges from frantic giggles, to squealing, to cackles, and everything in between! Sometimes within a few seconds!
I said his cheeks are one of his worst spots, but they're also a melt spot for him!
Gentle fluttering there makes him squeak and grab onto his ler's wrists
Will straight up throw in the towel if he's being tickled that way, the light sensations are unbearable to him
During lee moods though, sometimes he'll ask specifically for cheek-tickles
Gets tickled by pretty much everyone, whether he asks or not
Donald specifically has to tickle him to calm some of the energy down sometimes
With three kids, he tries and tries to find ways to make life more manageable
He's found that 5 minutes set aside to tickle Dewey consistently works to keep him under control
By the way, we can all agree that he is the biggest mama's boy known to man, correct? Good. I thought so.
Dewey is always asking her to tickle him, and has even gotten her back a few times!!
For a while, he went into detective mode to try and figure out if she was ticklish
Asking Uncle Donald, his brothers, everyone.
At some point, he crept up behind her and just squeezed her sides
Della legit screamed, whipped around, and tickled the daylights out of him.
Dewey had no regrets, and now will always start tickle fights with her.
NOT ONLY DID WE GET CANON TICKLES FOR HUEY, BUT DEWEY IS TICKLISH TOO!! 🥳💞💞
Ler:
He is a crazy ler!!
Tickles anyone and everyone ALWAYS.
If you let your guard down for a minute, there is a 90% chance that you're gonna get got.
His style is super chaotic, with wiggling fingers, tazes, squeezes, pokes..
Dewey will dew it all.
Depending on who he's tickling, he adjusts to tickle lighter or harder
His only goal is to make his lee laugh as much as possible
If light tickles can achieve that? He's going in gentle!
Harder tickles get a better reaction? He's doing that instead!
He tickles everybody about the same amount, but he does get Webby pretty frequently
Keeps track of how many times he's gotten each of his friends/family throughout the week
Does respect boundaries of course, but Dewey can get carried away sometimes
The triplets have a codeword, so he usually stops as soon as they say it
Besides that, he can forget that people need to breathe
He does do his best to check in sometimes, it just might take a second for him to remember
Gets ler moods too, and typically goes to Louie for those
His little brother whines about it, but will usually accept.
If the script is flipped, however, and someone goes to Dewey with a lee mood??
Oh ho ho, he is ecstatic!!!
As soon as boundaries and limits are communicated, he is practically jumping on his lee and going crazy.
Seems like the type to pin people down to get their worst spots
Sits on legs, holds an arm up, all of that.
Teases like nobody's business!
Wiggles his fingers, slooowly inches closer to a tickle spot, and that's just the physical stuff!
With verbal teasing, he'll make little sound effects as he works, gives compliments, whatever he can think of.
Will also pretend that he's not the one tickling his lee, asking them again and again why they're laughing
"What could possibly be so funny! Unless.. you've finally realized how hilarious I am!"
LOVES to use raspberries
They always get such frantic reactions from his brothers, how could he not use them??
Will end it all with a hug and some more compliments to keep the mood light
💚 Louie 💚
Lee!! 95/5
Lee:
Okay, look at his silly little face and tell me that this kid is anything but a lee.
I only put 5% because I feel bad for him 😭/hj
No but seriously, Louie is the biggest lee of the family! No doubt about it.
He actually really likes tickling, but refuses to admit it.
His brothers know already, they see right through his facade
Gives bratty lee energy, but it is super easy to take him down a peg.
Very big squirmer, but (suspiciously enough) never tries to actually get away.
He'll arch, twist, and kick halfheartedly, and will also wrap his arms around himself though
His laugh is loud and abrupt, and always sounds hysterical and loopy
Even if less ticklish spots are being targeted, he immediately bursts out into giggles with no chance at speaking
His words just jumble together, and it sounds like he's drunk or something
Because of this, if Louie can't manage to get the duck's safe-word out, a tap on the shoulder or the leg works just the same.
Also hides his face A. LOT!!
Hides in his hoodie, or puts his hands over his face
Worst spots are probably his sides, feet, armpits, belly, and neck
Can't take being tickled for very long, he's super sensitive
Cries extremely easily too
Like, a couple scribbles to his stomach and poor Louie is shaking his head frantically, hitting at the floor with a red face and tears in his eyes
It always scares the crap out of Huey, but they've talked about it. It's just how he reacts.
Dewey is more used to it, and rarely pays any mind when his little brother turns into a living water fountain
Teasing makes this boy's face so red- He's cooked the moment a word leaves his ler's mouth.
I said before that Dewey is great at the 'Arms Up' game..
Louie is not.
He doesn't even have a proper score because he never even managed to get his arms above his head in the first place
His brothers have tried to get him to play countless times, but the very mention of tickling has his nervous system going crazy
The most he's accomplished on his own was getting them half up, with his elbows pressed to his sides
The other triplets just yank his arms up and tickle him anyways, the game long forgotten at the sound of his surprised shrieks
If you catch him by surprise, Louie will quite literally collapse
Dewey loves to clamp onto his sides when he least expects it, because his reaction is hilarious.
His knees will buckle, and he'll go falling to the floor with a screech
It always cracks his brothers up.
Gets lee moods on a weekly basis at least
It's very common for Huey to find his littlest brother acting quieter than usual, with a slightly pink face and his hands fidgeting in his pockets.
Louie is pretty much the only one embarrassed to ask for tickles, so he'll try to hide how he feels
Luckily for him, his siblings are too emotionally attentive to not realize when he's in a mood
Again, he doesn't directly ask for tickles, but Huey ends up noticing the most, while Dewey will tickle him more at random.
Can't say "tickle". It's just not in his vocabulary.
Instead, will make a face, and say:
"Uh... You know, the t-word."
When Della returned and was introduced to the family, it took a while for Louie to decide that he did want her to tickle him too
Dewey immediately took it as his mission to help, and spilled the info to their very surprised (and very touched) mom.
After that, Della made it a point to tickle her youngest whenever he wanted, and quickly picked up on some of the signs he would drop
BRO I NEED SOME LER DELLA CONTENT I SWEAR
Ler:
Not gonna lie, I can hardly see Louie as the type to tickle other people a whole lot, so apologies for this section being shorter than the rest 😅
Okay, it's not that he doesn't want to tickle people (although that usually isn't on his agenda)
Louie Duck is hopeless when it comes to being a ler
He gets so embarrassed just thinking about it that he gives up.
Cannot tease, or say tickle, or any of that
He's attempted to tickle his brothers a total of maybe 2 times, but it didn't work out
There was a time when he tried to scribble at Dewey's knee when they were watching tv
Dewey was legit so confused, because his brother had never ever done something like that, and lowkey asked if he needed something 😭
Louie played it off like he wanted the remote, but his face was so red- Dewey knew something was up
After some pointless questioning, Dewey just wrecked his shit right then and there.
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Okay, that's all I've got for now!! Apologies for my insane word vomit, I've been needing some content bro 🥲
Anyways, Ducktales is becoming a bigger fandom for me, so if you guys have requests, I'd be happy to write for them!