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Thank you?!?! This is so sweet 🥹🥹

I'm excited!!

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So as we all know, October is in a couple days (WOOP WOOOOOP‼️)…and the first day of October marks the very first day of Tickletober 💜🧡!!!

And if you’ve been keeping up with my blog as of late…you’ll know I plan on doing all 30 days (the last day is me just chilling, thoooouugh)!!!

I have around 23(?) finished fics so far and this week is just me finalizing them and writing the remainder of the stories 😎👍🏾!

But I want everyone to keep in mind I most likely won’t be taking requests for a while after October ends. I personally just want to focus on school and getting my grades up— plus I’m lowkey getting burnt out from all the writing 👁️👄👁️

I hope everyone who is participating in this awesome event has a whole bunch of fun‼️‼️‼️ I’m legit SO hyped to see what everyone brings to the tickle table EHEEHEH 🤭‼️

See you guys around 🫶🏾~!

Uhhhhh I got this idea during Tickletober but never had the energy to write it. I still like the concept so here you go!

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Magic

TW!: CUSSING!

Spoilers for the episode "Donnie vs. Witch Town", as well as Season 2! Fair warning, this one is kind of long, and Donnie gets brutally attacked (by tickles)

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Well, this probably wasn't the most ideal situation for Donatello.

He and Mikey had just reached the entrance to Witch Town, a village located in the Mystic City, where- you guessed it- witches live. The youngest had insisted on dragging him along to find a special witch, shushing him as the scientist explained that he was not.. particularly welcome there.

"Oh come on, Donald. We'll be in and out so fast, they'll barely even notice! Plus, this place looks awesome!"

Donnie groaned, allowing himself to be dragged a couple more steps to the gate. "I still don't like this idea! They tried to attack me and April last time we were here, you know.."

"Oh, don't be such a worrywart. I'll protect you!"

You see, Mikey had been talking with Baron Draxum recently, trying to learn about mystic things, and all that came with it, when he had learned of a witch that could teach him more about magic. The box-turtle had described to his brothers as to how it could possibly connect with their ninpo, and forced Donnie to come along, very much against his will.

Said turtle sighed, opening the gate for the younger and timidly walking in. Mikey looked around, eyes wide with awe as they were immediately met with young witches doing various tricks, laughing and playing, while others practiced spells. He pulled the elder along, a bright smile on his face as he went to approach one of the brightly-dressed people.

The witch he had come up to had long, glossy blonde hair, and pink skin. She was dressed in a purple dress, as well as a matching hat. Initially, she turned to greet him with a smile, but froze at the sight of the two turtles.

"Hello! I'm Mikey, and I'm looking for a certain witch around here! One that can-"

"You! You're the one who ruined our ceremony!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Donnie, who stood rigidly at his brother's side. "You were banished from here, yet you return?!"

The softshell barely had any time to respond before the woman stepped back, pointing a wand at him and muttering a spell. Immediately after, she darted away- probably to warn the town of the intruder.

Donnie screeched as a zap was sent right at him, jumping away. A bright yellow light collided with the center of his plastron, and Mikey gasped.

A silence followed, seeming to completely engulf the two brothers as the elder tried to figure out what was done to him. Then, he jolted backwards, clutching at his stomach as a grimace overcame his features.

"Oh mi gosh- Don! Are you okay?"

He didn't answer, letting out a quiet whine as a strange sensation started at his plastron. It started as a tingle, and Donnie was nervous something was happening to his insides, but soon enough, it occurred to him what the feeling was.

"Donnie! What is going on?!"

Ohhh no. Not good. Really, really not good.

"..M-Mikey.." the scientist started, clenching his teeth, willing his voice to stay steady. Which.. wasn't working. The orange-clad teenager went to grab the other, but Donnie hissed and pulled away from his touch.

The sensation was getting worse, like a careful buzzing across his stomach, shooting right through his plastron, and alerting all of his nerves of its presence. It was impossible to ignore, and only grew worse the longer he stood there.

The softshell wasn't standing for long, though, dropping to his knees as the feeling increased. His arms wrapped around his torso, as if that would possibly subside the spell that had been cast on him.

Now, Donatello was a man of science. Having been to Witch Town before, he was now.. somewhat familiar with all of the.. unexplainable things that went on. Did he believe that magic was responsible for making chairs float, and fireworks appear out of nowhere? Not exactly. But in all honesty, he wasn't sure what in the world could be doing this to him.

Needless to say, it tickled. A lot. But there was no way he'd give those stupid witches the satisfaction of breaking him, even if it was just to get him to leave.

An uncontrolled huff interrupted his breathing, and Donnie didn't bother to look up at his brother's face, now laced with fear for his safety. The tickle swelled in his belly, and the scientist had to bite back a snicker, clenching his jaw.

Mikey knelt down just as the feeling spread to his sides, making him arch away and grasp at the ground. The younger watched as the purple-masked turtle clawed at the dirt, squirming in place from whatever the witch had done to him. "Donnie, please! Tell me what's going on!"

Great Galileo, it was awful! Now his sides tingled too, and the urge to curl up into a ball was overwhelming. It kept getting stronger- buzzing at his abdomen, and slowly breaking down his defenses. Soon enough, he cracked into a smile, eyes squeezed shut.

The youngest thought it could be a sign of pain, trying to figure out what he could do to help what looked like more of a grimace. His brother was knelt on the ground, elbows pressed to his sides, making weird noises. Okay, maybe a different position would help?

"Donnie, listen to me. I'm gonna lay you down, okay?"

Donnie yelped at seemingly nothing, clenching his jaw harder. He protested as Mikey took him by his underarms, kicking frantically and squealing. "Eeee! W-Wait! Miiikey, stohop it! Stop it!"

The orange-themed turtle froze, puzzled as to the strange reaction. "I'm sorry! I don't know what's happening!" he cried out, readjusting his hold, only for Donnie to pull himself out of his grip, landing flat on his butt.

The tickling reached higher, tingling at his ribs, making the turtle finally break, face flushed as giggles finally spilled from his mouth. "Ohoh my- Shihit! Noohoo, stohop! Haah!-"

At first, thinking his brother was crying, the youngest's face scrunched in fear. He leaned forward to look at his brother, only to see him smiling and stomping his feet, babbling on about whatever was making him act like this.

Wait.. What?

"Dee, you aren't being hurt, right?" Mikey inquired, earning a laugh-filled shake of the head from the other. He felt some of the tension escape from his body, trying to figure out what to do now that he knew Donnie wasn't in pain.

"Okay, uhm- what are.. What're you feeling?"

Donnie hiccuped, seemingly trying to formulate a response. The start of a sentence was drowned in laughter, and the purple-themed turtle squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds before trying again. "Ihihit ticklehes! Gohod- hic! hehehelp mehee!"

An eye-ridge quirked, and the artist crossed his arms. "The spell.. is tickling you? How does that work?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Ihi dohohon't know! Juhust dohoho somethihiiing!" Donnie wailed, foot slapping at the ground again. His face was growing pinker and pinker, while Mikey just sat there, asking if he knew how the magic worked! He knew his brother was just curious, but he's pretty sure there are more important matters at hand here!

"Fuhuhuck.. hic! hic! ShihIHITSHITSHIIIT! NOHO!-"

The sensation spread past his ribs and sides, curving over his body and right through his battle-shell. Oh no.. He could not let that happen.

"NOHOT- hic! THE SHEHEHELL! DAHAMN IHIAHAT- MIHIHICHAEL- hic! HELP MEHEE!"

Tears quickly welled up in the elder's eyes, and his back arched violently as the crawling tickle slowly crept over his shell. "Crap, your softshell.. What can I do?"

Donnie lurched forwards, attempting to reach behind him to block out the sensations. "MYHY BAHAHATTLE SHELL! HAHAH! TAKE IT OHOFF! hic!"

"Are.. you sure? You're gonna be exposed-"

A screechy cackle interrupted him, and Mikey sighed, reaching to find the latch that would trigger the artificial shell's release. Donnie squeaked as his fingers brushed near his sides, and the artist apologized. "I know, I know. I'm just trying to find the release thingie.."

"EHAAHAH! IHIHIT'S- hic! AHAT THE BOTTOHOM OF THEHE SHOULDEHER GUARDS!" The purple-themed turtle squealed, flailing desperately. "IHIT'S GEHETTING WOHOORSE! HAHAHH!"

"Okay, I think I got it. Just hang in there, Dee.."

There was a quiet hiss as the battle-shell came off, and Mikey carefully set it to the side before going back to tend to his brother. Said teen was now clutching at his lower back, with tears beginning to fall from his eyes. The younger looked at his red face worriedly. "Okay, what do I do now?"

Donnie closed his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. He was too lost in the tickly feeling to think of a response, and the feeling was practically all over him at this point. From his neck, to his hips, even along the sides of his feet! He gasped, trying to suck in as much air as possible into his lungs.

"Uhm- right.. It's all good! I've got this!" The box turtle hummed, wracking his brain for what to do. Donnie couldn't stand being tickled forever, and that crazy spell was going for his worst spots!

The artist thought for a couple seconds, while Donnie just writhed and cackled, slapping at his leg and doing anything he could to alleviate the tickling. "Ugh, Don, you can't hit yourself-" he grabbed his older brother's flailing hand, moving it towards the ground instead. Donnie didn't seem to process the action, bucking and squirming.

"What to do.." The box turtle muttered, looking around to see if there was anything that could help, which.. there definitely wasn't. All of the people seemed to have vanished, and the area was deathly silent. Well, apart from his brother's screaming.

"They want you to leave, right?" Mikey asked, waiting as Donnie took a few seconds to answer, managing a small nod through his writhing. "Okay, uhm- how about I get you out of here?"

At the lack of response, the orange-themed teen huffed, getting to his feet as he attempted to execute his plan. He squatted, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, choosing to ignore the frantic jolting as soon as he touched him.

Soon enough, the elder had been hoisted over Mikey's shoulder, an arm over his back to hold him in place as the younger began walking. He carried Don's battle-shell in the other arm, thankful for having mutant strength. He'd have to remember to thank Draxum later..

"HAHAH- hic! hic! MIHIHIKEHEEHEE-HAH! HAHAHAH!" Donnie hit at his brother's shoulders, coming very close to being dropped when he flinched harshly, having to be readjusted multiple times to avoid plummeting to the ground.

"I know, just a little more. We'll figure it out.." Mikey assured him, getting as quickly as he could to the gateway while lifting a turtle.

A few steps seemed to take years, but the closer he got to getting out, Mikey noticed his brother's laughter quieting slowly but surely. Eventually, Donnie had been reduced to tired giggles, and was weakly holding onto the younger's shell as he was carried the rest of the way out. "Okay, you're okay now.."

As soon as he was lowered to the dirt, the scientist brought his knees to his chest, hiding his head in his arms. He panted, mumbling a "Thanks, Angie" through his heavy breathing.

"No problem, bro." the smaller responded, shaking his head in disbelief at the situation. "Are you okay?"

Donnie nodded, getting a hum from the other. "Rehemind me to never.. let you talk me into cohoming here ever again.."

Mikey giggled at the groan his sibling let out, giving him a reassuring pat to the shoulder. "Sohorry.. You don't have to see Witch Town again for as long as you live."

The softshell lifted his head, blearly eyes meeting his brother's.

"I can live with that.. Trust me.."

OFCCC! ANYTIME YOU WANT I WILL RESPOND ASAP! I LOVE THEM SM! 💕

Hiii! Great job on finishing your WIPs by the way! 😁

For requests, I'm curious as to how you'd write tmnt 2003, so maybe lee Mikey, if you're up to it? (Ler can be anyone, your choice!! 😘)

I hope you're doing well! 😊

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔? 𝟷. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟸. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘’𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜…

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙵𝙵!!! 🌚𝙾𝙽𝙴🤪𝚃𝚆𝙾👁️𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴💅🏾𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁🌝˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Leeeoooooooo!!! Come watch TV with meeee…” Mikey whined loudly, resting his head on his eldest brother’s shoulder as the other sat quietly on the dojo floor, meditating. 

“I’m obviously doing something here, Mike.” Leo said calmly, trying to concentrate on his meditation. 

Which…was kind of hard when his little brother was literally breathing down his neck. 

The orange banded turtle huffed, hugging onto his brother’s arm like the clingy koala that he was, “I thought you loved meeee…”

The slightly taller turtle sighed longly, stopping his meditation for a quick second as he opened his eyes, looking down at his brother, “Don’t be ridiculous. You know I love you.” 

Mikey smiled at the slightly defensive response, hugging the other’s arm tighter, “If you love me so much then watch some TV with me!!!” 

Leonardo fondly rolled his eyes, squeezing the freckled faced teen in a side hug, “I’ll watch TV with you later, okay? I promise.” The blue banded turtle exclaimed as he went back into the sitting position he was in beforehand. He put the both of his hands in his lap, closing his eyes as he tried to concentrate quietly. 

Mikey sighed loudly, resting his cheek on his older brother’s shoulder, causing Leo to stiffen slightly. The taller turtle opened his eyes once more, glaring at the other as the smallest turtle just grinned back, batting his eyelashes dramatically. 

“Mikey.” Leo hissed. 

“Yes~?” The younger sang innocently as his free hand started to squeeze at his big brother’s side. The blue banded teen’s eyes widened, biting back down the laugh that was bubbling in his throat. 

The youngest snorted at his brother’s reaction, raising an amused brow, “What’s going on, man? I thought you were concentrated with meditating.”

“I. Am.” The other said through gritted teeth.

“Really? You sure about that, bro?” The younger asked teasingly. 

Leo sighed knowingly, cracking his knuckles at he took one more glance at his baby brother. 

So this is the way Michelangelo wanted to play? Fine by him. 

If he was going to interrupted during his personal meditation/training session, he should at least take what he’s learned to good use, right? Right. 

The elder quickly and swiftly got out of the hold the youngest had him in. And as soon as he did, Leonardo pinned his brother’s arms on the dojo floor as he sat on his legs effortlessly.   

The orange banded turtle’s eyes widened in panic, his cocky demeanor immediately crumbling as he realized the situation he practically dug himself into.

But the eldest did take notice how his younger brother wasn’t really fighting and/or resisting all that much.

If Mikey really wanted to get away, Leo would’ve gotten punched in the gut right now.

“Waha— wait wait wahait!!!” The smaller turtle squeaked out, kicking his legs behind his brother “C-Cohome ohon— cahan’t we tahalk about thihis first…?”

“I don’t even know why you’re acting so surprised. You knew this was going to happen, Mikes…” Leo said as he couldn’t help but chuckle at his now flustered brother. 

“Buhut Ihi— *snort* Leeheeo!!” Mikey whined, shaking his head back and forth repeatedly as his giggles raised an octave due to the fact that his mean brother was wiggling his fingers above him teasingly. 

Okay…well on the bright side of things, Leo and him were hanging out now!

Although, them 'hanging out' was just Mikey about to get his shit absolutely wrecked, but hey! Maybe Leonardo would go easy on him…?

I mean, Mikey might be the smallest turtle out of the four, but he was also by far the cutest out of all of them (April definitely said so at one point in time so therefore it’s automatically correct), so Leo couldn’t and wouldn’t be…that malicious, right?

If he would, the youngest would file a restraining order. 

“What? You what, Mikey? You saw I was meditating and I said I would watch TV with you later. And yet you still persisted on bothering me.” 

“I-Ihi’m *snort* sohORRY, okAHAY?! Juhust pLEHEASE *snort* d-dohon’t—“

“Please what?” 

“TIHICKLE MEEHEE!!!”

“Tickle you? Oh, whahat a wonderful idea.” Leo mused as he scribbled his free hand against his little brother’s side. Michelangelo shrieked at the sudden sensation to his sides, squirming and wriggling as he tried to get out of the hold.

“Gehet *snort* oHOFF *snort* OHOF meehee!” The youngest whined loudly through his laughter, kicking his feet on the ground repeatedly. 

The eldest turtle huffed out a small chuckle, letting go of both of his brother’s hands and letting them flail around before digging his fingers into his brother’s underarms. 

The orange banded teen let out a loud squeal, putting his hands down as he pushed on his brother’s arms, “GOHOH *snort* A-AWAHAHAY!” 

“Your snorting already? I’ve barely done anything yet.” 

“S-SHUHUT *snort* *squeak* UHUP!” 

“Ehexcuse me? What did you just say?” Leonardo asked, ceasing the tickling for a second as him and Mikey rustled and tussled with each other’s arms.

“NONONONOHO— *snort* PLEHEASE DOHON’T!!!”

“Then moohoove your hands, Mike!”

“IHIHI *snort* CAHAN’T!”

“Then you put this upon yourself…” Leo said as he leaned in and blew a raspberry in the crook of his baby brother’s neck while kneading his hips.

The younger basically screamed in loud laughter, throwing his head back as happy tears shined in his eyes, “EEEEEHAHAHA!” 

“Wow. This must tickle really bad, huh?” 

“BEEHEE QUIHIHIET!!!” 

“If you really want me to stop, you can just say stop, y'know.” 

“NAHAHAH— *snort* SHUHUSH SHUHUSH!!” 

“Unless…” Leo hinted teasingly, his fingers clamping down on the other’s thigh as he squeezed it mercilessly, still blowing raspberries on the orange cladded turtle’s neck. 

“JAHSHHSJAKAHAH!!!” Mikey stuttered through his laugh. 

“What was that?”

“MABSGHAJAHAH— *snort* *snort* JDHDHAHAH!!!” 

“Oh, you don’t say…”

“MANSHSJWKAHA— *snort* *squeal*!!”

“Really? Wow. You don’t hear news like that everyday.” The blue cladded turtle joked, going back to squeezing Mikey’s hipbones.

“NOHO *squeak* STAHA— *squeak* IHI— *snort* L-LEEHEEHEEO!” 

“Yes~?”

“PLEHEHA— *squeak* PLEHEASE NAHA— *snort* STAHAP I-IHI CAHAN’T!!!” Michaelangelo cried as happy tears ran down his cheeks. Leo couldn’t help but giggle at the adorable sight of his younger brother completely lost in his own cackles. The eldest stopped, sitting to the other side of Mikey so the youngest could catch his breath. 

The orange banded turtle slumped on Leo’s shoulder once more as the eldest wrapped him in a comforting hug, “Yohou’re freeheeaking *snort* evil…” 

The leader in blue snorted softly at the remark, “Ahand yohou’re annoying as hell.” 

“Tahakes one toohoo know one, dear ohold brohohother ohof mine.” The orange banded teen grinned, the two enjoying each other’s company in comforting silence before the eldest spoke, “What TV show did you want to watch with me anyway?”

“Star Trek! Dad brought new DVD’s and—“

“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!” Leonardo basically screeched, leaping unto his feet as he quickly helped his brother up, taking his hand and almost dragging him to the living room. “I-I just said I wanted to watch TV with you!” Mikey yelled as he was being dragged along the hallway, “I didn’t know Star Trek was that important to you—“

Leonardo stopped in his tracks, slowly turning around to his brother, “Star Trek is very important to me.” He explained, turning back around as he saw the TV starting to play his favorite Sci-Fi show. The blue banded teen sat down next to his Father on the couch, becoming almost entranced by the television. 

Not so far from where the leader in blue was sitting, Raph was leaning on a wall as he was talking to the second youngest. Mikey approached the two with a big, happy grin on his face, putting an arm around Donatello.

“You got Leo to come out of his meditation cave, I pressure?” The scientist asked. 

“Yessir!” The youngest said happily, “But I just don’t understand how he meditates for, like, three freaking hours. I can barely do one!!! It’s impressive honestly…” 

“More like concerning.” Donnie added on.

“Well…impressive or not, Fearless over there needs to take a break every now an' again. So thanks for doing what you did, Mike. We all appreciate it.” Raphael said, a small, embarrassed blush appearing on his face as his little brother’s looked at him teasingly. “Awe…Raphie you looooove us~!” Donatello grinned.

The red banded teen rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “I take back everythin' I said about lovin' any of you dunderheads…” He muttered, although his voice lacked his usual snarky and cocky tone— which the two youngest turtle’s definetley took notice in. 

“My sons, are you going to come and watch the space alien science fiction show with me and Leonardo?” Splinter asked the three teens. “Sure, Sensei.” Donnie said as they walked over.

“SHHH SHHH!!! IT’S ON MY FAVORITE SCENE!!!” Leo hissed as he was still looking at the television.

“But…every scene is your 'favorite scene'…” Raphael laughed.

“SAME. DIFFERENCE!!!” 

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(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

LOVE THE THEME HECK YEESSSSSSSS

Also- did you happen to draw it-?

If so- MAJOR TALENT BUD

AW YEAH!!!! THANK YOU! 💞💙💞💙💞💙

Also, yes! I did draw it!! 😤💯🔥💯🔥💯

"the magnus archives sounds cool! what are the content warnings?"

This seems super fun!!! I think I have two main favorite shows right now- TMNT (obviously 😘), and the Sonic franchise! (Technically not a 'show', but I've taken a liking to the movies, so it may become something I end up writing for.) I've only seen the first two Sonic movies so far, so I will base this on what I've seen :)

Putting this under the cut because its all pretty long! 👇

TMNT:

I love all of the shows I've watched, so I'm gonna do Rottmnt for this!

Leo and Donnie!

I adore all of the characters, but I'm in such a Disaster Twins mood rn-

Leo: Biiiig switch energy!! Super super ticklish, and loves tickling his brothers!

Donnie: I get ler-lean switch from him! Usually likes to be the one bringing chaos to the table, but enjoys the quality time with trusted family.

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Donnie grinned, evil and triumphant, as his dear twin screeched behind him. The softshell scribbled faster, his short nails running along his sibling's calf, vengeance fueling his movements as he reached a bit higher to carefully scratch at the soft underside of the flailing knee in his grasp.

Leo gasped, breathless laughter pouring from him as he desperately pushed at the other's shoulders, tears blurring his view of the back of his head. He yanked at his leg, trying to free it from Donnie's hands, but the overwhelming tickling sensation never stopped its course throughout his body. "DohoHOHONNIEEHEE! Snrk- IHIHI'M SAHARRY!"

The purple-themed turtle didn't listen, the limbs from his battle shell only stretching his leg out further in response, giving him much easier access to his writhing brother's worst spots. Leo's free leg drummed at his mattress, as he hysterically hit at the teen in front of him, hoping to convince him to stop the tickling that had been going on for what had to have been more than 10 minutes.

"'Nardo, I'm afraid a sorry won't do it this time. It's time you face the consequences for your actions."

Leo shrieked, fresh peals of laughter exploding from him as another hand began tickling under his knee, unable to move his leg at all to protect himself. "EEEAAHAH! Snrk! IHIHI- FAHAHAHACK, IT TICKLEHEHEHES! DEHEEHEEEE!"

He didn't deserve this! Surely a tank tire was replaceable, right? (Not easily, no) The sword-user flailed, helplessly flopping back onto his bed as he wrapped his arms around himself. His tickle-clouded mind began coming to terms with the fact that Donnie likely wouldn't be stopping until he deemed it right to, and he would have to endure the horribly ticklish nails under his knee for who knows how long-

"..Let's make a deal."

The prospect of a way out of his sanity-consuming prison ignited a spark of hope in the turtle's chest. He could escape! Donnie would stop!

"PLEHEHEEAA- Snrk- YEHEHEHES! HAAHAHAHH! HAHAHAHAHAH!"

Donnie smirked, taking his time in speaking while he picked apart whatever was left of his poor twin. "You get another break in 30 more seconds.." he skittered his fingers over the sides of Leo's lower thighs. "So long as I have your word that you will assist me in any work regarding the Turtle Tank for a week."

Leo's eyes widened in giggly surprise, tears staining his sheets as he stubbornly shook his head. "SHIHIHIHIT!! JUHUHUST STAAHAAHAP! Snrk- IHI CAHAHA- Snrk- I CAHAHAAN'T!!"

He threw his head back, losing his mind as a harsh raspberry was blown on the side of his knee. The turtle's sanity slipped away as he crumbled in on himself, arms falling from his sides as he gave up on squirming away.

"Mm, that's too bad. Seems like you should've taken the opportunity." Donnie's fingers curled slightly, fingertips digging into the sensitive nerves at his brother's knee. He took a breath, and blew another raspberry, this time on the center of Leo's kneecap.

"Your loss."

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Sonic:

So far, I think my favorite characters are Sonic and Tom? I know that's a little predictable, but I really like the dynamic they have! Runner-up would probably be Tails, because oh my days, the shenanigans he could get into with Sonic! Anyways-

Sonic: Probably a lee-lean. I can definitely see him giving comfort tickles, or having tickle fights with friends and family, but this silly is just so lee-coded!

Tom: I imagine he's always trying to tickle-attack Maddie, and once his family grows, those attacks spread to his new kiddos too! Probably uses tickling as a more every-day thing.

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Game time!

Give me your current favorite series, and your two favorite characters from that series. Then tell me if you see them as lee or ler. THE RED PART IS OPTIONAL. Write a short snippet in the comments or full on post a story and tag me in it. Read the tags for more. And then I'll announce my favorite!

I'm liking a lot of stuff rn.

Ben 10.. Sonic... TMNT... Avatar...

From each of these.

Ben and Kevin- switches.

Sonic and Shadow- switches.

Leo and Mikey- Leo switch and Mikey lee

Aang and Zuko- Aang switch and Zuko lee

Do you like these? Happy playing, and maybe some more games like these will emerge in the future. The winner? I'll think of a prize, but I'll make it my goal to write a fic of those 2 characters! This is helping me with motivation too.

I swear I love all of their work- it's so cute and well written!! 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

2003 turtles tickle headcannons

Putting this under the read more because I kinda feel bad that this will be in the main tag.

Leonardo

Obligatory older brother tickle monster

He doesn't snap often. He doesn't tickle his siblings often. And that makes it worse. He strikes unexpectedly. You never see it coming.

He just absolutely adores tickling his brothers though. Just loves hearing their laughter and how silly it is. He's tickling them with a huge grin.

The one that Splinter tickles the most

Ultimate weak spot is under his chin. Which, thankfully, is a harder spot to reach.

The only one who's feather ticklish. A fact that the others happily poke fun of.

Raphael

The instigator of the most tickle fights. It claims it helps control his anger if he takes someone down by tickling them during a spar rather than getting worked up and upset.

His ultimate tactic is to pin the person down as quickly and harshly as he can so he can wreck them quicker.

He's conditioned his brothers into learning the difference between pinning during a spar and being pinned to be tickled within an inch of their lives.

He's the most paranoid of going too far so he can be sudden and aggressive but he stops the second he think they're uncomfortable.

Snorts. A lot.

Can't take what he dishes out.

Ultimate weak spot is probably his feet but a special mention should be his knees.

Donatello

If Raph starts the most tickle fights, then Donny is not far behind him.

Those two tickle each other the most. Out of them all. Not a week goes by without either of them tickling each other and launching an all out war. Tickling in the Splinterson household, is associated with those two.

Donny is great at scribbling and tickling. He typically goes with light tickling and it's enough to bring everyone down.

He tickles with the aim to shut people down.

Unfortunately, he is my favourite turtle from this iteration so that must mean he is the most ticklish. Sorry. I don't make the rules.

His sides are an ultimate killer.

Tears up really easily when being tickled.

Genuinely enjoys it.

Michelangelo

Who would've guessed, the prankster loudmouth has the most inventive creative ways to tickle.

Lots of raspberries.

Lots of gloating. So much teasing. Someone please shut him up.

He adores tickling Donny the most since he lights up bright red to his teasing.

If he could build a tickle machine then he would.

Ultimate spot is his sides as well. But it's a lot more evenly spread. He's evenly ticklish everywhere.

Big belly laughs when tickled.

Thrashes like he's dying any time someone gets close to him.

OH MY GOSH LOOOOOK! THIS IS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH, THIS IS SO FREAKING COOL!!! 😭😭❤️❤️❤️💕💕

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