i just exist... call me vall (pronounced vi). pronouns: she/they. aro-ace. 18 years. i write tk stories with my favorite characters and ocs. occasionally do art, too. frequently on hiatus (SFW thing from here only)
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Yay Stoll brothers!,! They are so underrated! Do you remember that they aren’t in fact twins? I keep forgetting that xD. My favorites (at least right now) are Tyson, Hazel, and one other person you haven’t officially met yet (he was important for one chapter in the last pjo book).
I definitely suggest reading the Magnus Chase series, there is a great character in it that a friend of mine loves. Also, the main character is a confirmed bisexual.
On a scale of one to 😱 did you feel after reading the end of MoA?
HEYO!!! I followed for the mp100 content, but now you are doing pjo and hoo too!?!? Just the single picture with nico and hazel made me happy, so I am excited to see more! (Don’t feel pressured to do so plz)
Anyway, I wanted to ask where you are with reading it? And possibly who is your favorite character(s)? Have you read any other books by the author?
Ok, this has gotten a bit long. Love your art!
OII! It's so nice to know that I have a dedicated multi-fandom fanbase^^
And yes, I'm going to draw pjo and hoo more because it seems like my mission is to come into fandoms with little tk content and just CREATE haha
And so I'm still in the process of reading the second cycle about Heroes of Olympus, I recently finished reading the Mark of Athena and I'm waiting for the opportunity to get the next book. Because I stubbornly want to make myself a shelf with books on the Rick Riordan universe, so maybe someday I will get to his other books
Speaking of my favorite characters, I will say that I love everyone (the main seven, some secondary characters, etc.), but the priority goes to the Stoll Brothers, Niko and Leo (in order of acquaintance, so to speak xD)
In any case, thanks for the ask!
Heyo it’s 11:32pm and I’m officially going to bed but before I do I wanted to say Happy Newyear to everyone and thank you for making 2022 a great year for me here! Through ups and downs and everything between- here’s to a grand 2023 for everyone!
Actively use the imagination @kanene-yaaay
The end result is an art with Nico and Hazel (I hope she looks like herself...) ahem, because
first of all: we all need to see Nico smiling more. Second, we also need more Nico and Hazel siblings, I didn't make the rules
This is awesome!,!!,! Thanks so much!!! Merry late Christmas to you too.
Advent ( @squealing-santa )
Panda’s Notes: Was wracking my brain on what to write this year, until I saw an ad. >w< Enjoy this chaos. Happy After Christmas to @vallee-ace and all of you who joined Squealing Santa this year. Remember to give all your love to @hypahticklish for hosting and get ready to see what happens in the new year.
There was no such thing as tradition in the bunker. Then again, it was the first holiday season they’d all spent together here.
Thanksgiving—Friendsgiving—Whatever they’d decided to call it. It went off without a hitch. Nothing day-ruining, at least. A sprinkle-and-icing war or two during dessert-crafting makes for good photos.
Black Friday would be easier for everyone if they had two separate angels that can just zap them in and out of stores. Hell, one of them is even capable of not ruining surprises “for the lols”. Asshole.
Speak of the angel, Sam nearly flinched out of his chair when an ornate wooden, um—cone? Christmas tree. It was kind of a Christmas tree shape—was thumped loudly on the table in front of him.
“Happy Crimbas, Samwich.” Gabriel sneered, hands on his hips like he’d solved the energy crisis.
Sam stared at him for a moment, before looking at the tree. “It is November 28th…” He said slowly, his face stuck between amused and baffled. “We haven’t even gotten our tree up yet. We haven’t even talked about getting one for here.”
“Well, don’t talk about it, because we’re going to. It’s gonna be a big one that fills up that little space near the spiral staircase.” Gabriel tapped Sam lightly on the head with the edge of his hand. “But that’s not important right now. This is for you! Take a look already!”
Sam almost became wary when he said that. The tree did look pretty nice. He’d call it expertly carved; every detail painted intimately; the little ornament shapes and any corners sanded perfectly round and smooth. He would say all that, if it wasn’t for the fact that Gabriel could just conjure any item he could picture in his mind. Still, he couldn’t complain.
It’s the thought that counts. Literally, it seems.
“Have you seriously not noticed?” Gabriel griped, reaching to prod him again.
“Noticed…?” Sam murmured, having reached to nudge one of the ornaments. His eyes widened a bit when he found a tiny ‘9’ etched into it, and when he pulled a bit, a small compartment pulled away from the tree. Gabriel quickly bat his hand away, closing the little door before Sam could see what was inside.
“Is this thing an advent calendar?” Sam thumbed a dog ear into his book before setting it aside to try and examine the tree from other angles.
“Oh, wow, maybe you are the smart one.” The angel taunted, moving to lean on his shoulder.
“I’ll admit it; that’s pretty cool.” He fiddled around the tree looking for numbers, even though Gabriel was strictly keeping him from pulling when he found them. “How do you think of this stuff?”
“Unlike some people, I spend my time thinking about how to enjoy life.” He smirked playfully. “Now then, as you were so polite to remind me: it’s not December yet!” Gabriel tapped the side of the tree with one hand, and it blinked out of existence. “Sneak peek’s over, I’m afraid. Hope you’ll be ready when the surprise hits.”
Gabriel was gone before Sam could ask any more, and Sam chuckled softly and crossed his arms. Well, now he wasn’t interested in reading anymore. Point Angel.
--Day 1--
Sam’s brain practically rattled with the sound of jingle bells way too close to his ear. They were shaken gently—how merciful—but it was still too damn early. He flailed his hand toward the source of the noise, and he received a handful of cold metal, the little openings on the bells nibbling his palm. He opened his eyes groggily, and Gabriel was lying beside him with a Santa hat on with the ugliest Christmas themed pajamas.
“Morning, beanstalk.” He hummed, poking Sam’s nose before getting up.
As his eyes adjusted to being awake, Sam found his room absolutely decked out in decoration. Lights were strung around the ceiling and bedframe along with tinsel and ornaments, and small Christmas rugs were tossed around the empty spaces on the floor.
“I take it today is the first?” He grumbled, yawning as he palmed around for his phone.
“It is! Aren’t you hunter-types supposed to be more aware of things like that?”
Sam rolled his eyes, and Gabriel snapped his fingers. A tray appeared suddenly on the bed, only instead of a lovely breakfast in bed, Sam was presented with the familiar wooden tree on a plate. A cracked plate, because apparently this thing was heavier than it looked. Sam took the tree and turned it in his hands, a fond smile on his face as Gabriel crowded against his side to watch.
The number ‘1’ was etched beside a divot in the base, barely visible with the way it was painted. Sam just barely hooked his fingernail in enough to pull a tiny door, and a piece of paper stuck out of the compartment. It was about the size of a fortune cookie slip, with Christmas greens and reds along the borders and fancy writing that simply said:
“Merry?” Sam read out curiously, flipping the paper over. Yep, that’s all there was.
“Merry, indeed.” Gabriel nodded, and the grin on his face was suddenly devious.
In another snap, the tray and tree were gone, and Gabriel’s hands were on his ribs. They'd barely touched down before they were already scribbling fingers across his shirt.
Now, Sam was more than used to being rudely attacked by off-brand tickle monsters, but today, Gabriel wasn’t going full jumpscare. His hands were gentle, nails just barely grazing as his fingers ran wild. It was shocking more than anything, honestly, and Sam forced himself to believe that the shock overwrote the embarrassment that was coming from the childish, bubbling giggles that were shaking his frame. His legs tangled in the blankets as he kicked and squirmed. Gabriel got onto his knees to chase his torso across the bed, but he didn’t try to pin him down or even drag him back.
“And, stop!” The angel said playfully, grabbing Sam by the arm just as he had wiggled himself to the edge of the bed. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t watch where you’re wriggling, Winchester.” He pat Sam’s back lightly before pulling away from him with a grin.
Sam managed to catch his breath in less than half a minute, watching Gabriel sit up and stretch. That was it?
“Oh?” Gabriel sneered as he turned around.
Shit. Something, something, loose lips and all.
“Someone’s greedy all of a sudden.” The angel leaned into the hunter’s face as he sat up warily, but he only tapped him on the nose with one finger before hopping out of the bed. “But, alas, I’m a man of my word. Ta-ta for now, big boy~”
Sam hardly realized he was staring until the door clicked shut.
He already wasn’t sure he was going to make it to Christmas.
--Day 2--
Their little family was clearing the kitchen after breakfast. Cas was washing the dishes while Sam was hogging the last of the coffee.
“Rough night?” Cas asked, just a bit concerned.
“Nope.” Sam said shortly, putting the pot down and stepping quickly away from the machine while slightly hiding his mug in his hands.
Almost on cue, Dean came shambling into the kitchen; he leaned into Cas’s shoulder, not really kissing, just being there for a moment.
“I saved you some food.” Cas chuckled, shivering at Dean huffed against his neck and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Don’t worry about it… Just need some coffee.” He grumbled, patting Cas’s stomach before pulling away.
Cas chuckled softly and nodded in understanding.
And then he actually understood.
Sam was already not-hiding in one of the libraries when he barely heard Dean cursing his name, and he snickered to himself as he finished his coffee while refreshing himself on his Latin.
“Wow, I think you might deserve this one today.”
Sam looked over his shoulder when he heard Gabriel’s voice, but when he turned around, that Christmas tree was on the table in front of him. He flinched when hands rested on his shoulders, but he smiled and picked up the wooden tree.
The number ‘2’ was on an ornament, and pulling it dragged a little pin out of the tree. Almost immediately, the little paper wrapped around it unraveled, and Sam managed to pry it away and read it.
“War.” He’d almost stammered as he said it. He looked up at Gabriel, a hint of concern in his eyes.
Gabriel just snickered, and the tree and paper vanished in favor of the single coolest weapon Sam had laid eyes on in a while: A plastic pump-action gun nearly the length of his arm with a belt of bright green darts feeding through it and a red water bottle giving it a satisfying weight. There were little LEDs in round cases dotting the case, and—this thing was just decorated like another Christmas tree.
“You like it~” Gabriel teased. It wasn’t a question, and Sam wouldn’t deny it.
“But, why exactly is today labeled—” It was a stupid question, and Sam was lucky he didn’t get to finish it.
“Charlie!” Kevin was laughing, and footsteps rushed loudly past the door. Sam recognized the sound of whistlers, and he took a few steps toward the loud clacking noises of darts hitting the walls.
“Get back here and face your death, you coward!” She shouted back without skipping a beat.
They had already passed when Sam peeked out into the hall, and he found himself looking back and forth as he plucked a handful of the darts off the floor and fit them into the holster that he definitely wasn’t wearing thirty seconds ago.
“Yeah, those aren’t going to fit in your pocket while you’re running, big guy.” Gabriel said playfully, slipping past Sam while dropping a pair of plastic goggles over his head. He fixed his own pair over his eyes, flaunting his hand before another dart gun appeared in it. “By the way, I told Deano where you were. He’s gonna be looking for this too.”
He snapped his fingers, and a bright green and red bandana tied itself tight around his wrist.
“They all are, actually.” He winked, and suddenly, he was gone.
“Game on, nerds!!” The whole bunker echoed with Gabriel’s voice, and the lights went out.
Sam shivered, and he found himself smiling in the blinking lights on the gun.
And then, some-fucking-how the bandana started playing music. Loudly. Of course.
“Sammy!”
Sam sprinted in the other direction.
--Day 6--
Sam’s face was buried in his arms at the dining table, and he flinched as nails dragged gently down his back.
“Is somebody feeling sick today?” Gabriel cooed close to his ear, pecking his temple before patting his back.
Sam glared at him. The past three days’ tags had been “Candy”, “Chocolate”, and “Alcohol”. All in a row.
“You know what you did.”
“I am not apologizing for Christmas.” He teased. He snapped his fingers, and Sam huffed as he heard a thump. He blinked as he turned his head.
“Is this thing getting bigger?” He asked warily.
“If it lasts more than four hours, I’ll be concerned.” Gabriel hummed without missing a beat, and he sneered as Sam glared at him again.
Sam nudged the top of the tree with one hand, trying to tip it a bit. Yeah, it was definitely heavier than he remembered. Gabriel leaned on his shoulder, looking down at him.
“Are you going to stare at it the whole time, or are you just waiting for me to make another joke?” He taunted.
Sam huffed and scanned the tree. It kind of felt different too, actually… The edges of the wood sort of flicked under his fingers as if he were brushing over paper.
He found the number ‘6’ on the green part of the tree, and he found it easier to fit his thumb into an edge that revealed a sort of hatch. A rolled piece of paper popped up, and Sam took it just before the tree disappeared. Gabriel pushed himself away as Sam unfurled the slip.
“Tinsel.” Sam chuckled for a moment.
And then there was a garrote around his neck. It was tinsel, obviously. But there was at least a percent of a second where Sam was going to have a heart attack.
“I’m not even pulling on it!” Gabriel laughed, leaning into his back and fluffing the tinsel against the sides of his neck.
“Y-You can’t just scare—” He’d tried to argue, only to nearly bite his tongue when the plastic frills dusted his ears. “Gabriel!”
Gabriel snickered, pressing a kiss behind Sam’s ear as he laughed and grabbed halfheartedly at his new boa. “Aw, c’mon, Sammy, you can fight harder than that!”
“You’re such a prick—!” His voice was caught up in louder laughter as his feet kicked slightly under the table.
--Day 10--
“Son of a—” Dean snarled, pacing near the stairs while glaring at his phone.
“You alright?” Sam asked casually, rummaging through the box of extension cords before looking over the railing.
“The goddamn hardware store cancelled the Christmas tree we ordered.
“Again?!” Charlie griped from under the stairs. “How many stores is that now?”
“Too damn many…” Dean flicked through his phone and growled again. “Everyone’s starting to run out now. Kevin, have you got anything?”
Kevin looked up from some lights he was untangling. “I’ve been trying to ask my mom since Thanksgiving. Every time I ask, something bugs out.”
Dean gripped the bridge of his nose, sighing. “Forget it for now. I’ll try Garth again once all this stuff is up.”
Sam descended the stairs enough to give his brother a reassuring shoulder punch. “Don’t stress out too much, alright? Garth has a way of coming through in the clutch. And if anything does happen, we can ask one of our resident troublemakers.”
“Your troublemaker, maybe.” Dean scoffed, smiling a bit. “If I mention it to Cas, he suddenly has somewhere to be.”
Sam paused for a moment. But he snickered with his brother about how skittish his angel suddenly was before excusing himself to the bathroom.
He actually ended up in his bedroom, which was still decorated with the stuff Gabriel put up on the first. There was also a suspiciously familiar wooden Christmas tree in the corner that came up to his knee.
“Looking for something, Samsquatch?” Gabriel was lounging on Sam’s bed with a Christmas catalogue.
“I might be.” Sam chuckled. He walked over and nudged the book in Gabriel’s hand. “Come on, lay it on me already.”
The angel grinned, resting the book against his chin with a coy gaze. He snapped his fingers though, and the tree was practically on top of his foot. “Well, if you’re gonna be impatient.”
Sam gave him a suspicious glance before kneeling to examine the tree. He had to admit it was a bit easier to look around the thing now that he could see the numbers properly.
The number ‘10’ was on another ornament, and the piece of paper came away easily when the pin was pulled.
“Angel.” The word was barely out of his mouth when he felt the air shift, and before he could move, six brightly feathered wings wrapped themselves around him and yanked him backwards.
The others didn’t even have the decency to send a search party when he started cackling.
--Day 14--
The hunter family returned to the bunker in kind of a storm. Doors were slammed, everyone was separated, and the whole building was silent. Castiel had said a witch was to blame. Some kind of truth curse. Things were said; secrets revealed. The brothers, especially, were hurt the most.
“Hey, Sam.” Gabriel tested his normal tone, but he knew better than to yell.
“Leave me alone, Gabriel. Not in the mood.”
Gabriel hummed, stepping closer to the bed and sinking down beside him. “Listen, um…Today—”
“Look, I know you want to do your present thing before midnight. I’m not up for any dumb games, alright?!”
“I know…” He hesitated to touch him, but he rested a hand on his shoulder. “That’s why I changed today.”
He snapped his fingers—quietly, somehow—and instead of the tree, Sam only felt a card slipping between his fingers. He growled to himself, but it was already here, so…
“Cuddle…?” Sam glanced over at the angel, and Gabriel shrunk just a bit.
“I, um… It’s up to you, obviously. If you really want to be left alone, I’ll go help with dinner. But, y’know… I’m here. Free hugs and all.”
Sam was quiet for a moment, and he eventually curled up and sighed, reaching to take Gabriel’s hand. “Stay with me?”
Gabriel stayed, squeezing his hand tightly.
Apologies were reluctant and bitter sounding, but the brothers were civil and calm at dinner.
--Day 15--
“Mistletoe…” Sam had woken up to the card taped to his hand. And also a weird headband on his head. A bit of wire dangled a very fake piece of mistletoe right in front of his face.
He’d definitely expected today to be embarrassing with that kind of setup, but now…
He couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or amused.
“I’m still pretty certain that mistletoe is supposed to be red.” Dean commented with half a grin as he flicked the wire on Sam’s head. This was not the first time he’d brought it up today.
“It’s white.” Sam chuckled, not really looking up from his book this time.
“All those dumb little hats we found back in the day always had red sprigs on them.”
“Holly berries are red.” Kevin called as he grabbed something from the cabinet and ran off. “Mistletoe is white.” In place of a kiss, he tapped his forehead on Sam’s shoulder as he passed.
“Honestly, Winchester, you think the Angel of Christmas wouldn’t know the difference?” Gabriel asked playfully, stepping up from behind Sam and pressing a kiss to his temple.
“Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been full of it.”
Gabriel gasped, feigning offense, and they proceeded to argue.
Sam just shook his head and smiled to himself.
--Day 19--
“Any word from Garth about the Christmas tree?” Charlie asked softly, watching Dean pace again.
Dean sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing. He said something about being busy in town lately, and I’ve barely heard from him at all besides check-ins.”
Sam sat nearby, keeping his mouth shut.
Earlier, in his room, he’d been met with a tree that now came just under his chin and distinctly smelled of very alive pine despite still looking like a wooden figurine. Gabriel looked very proud of himself and simply motioned for Sam to take his pick.
19 was up toward the top of the tree. A little door opened, and a folded index card practically jumped out as it was freed from the pressure. The first thing he got upon opening the folds was a burst of confetti in his face. The second thing was an…ache? Something in his head. Like a button press. Like a…switch. And the paper:
“Really?” Sam huffed, a grin on his face as he glanced at Gabriel leaning on his arm.
“Have fun~”
The paper vanished from his hands, and left behind an itch in his fingers. Gabriel, a coward, made himself scarce at the same time.
Back to the living room, around an hour afterward, and Sam was watching Dean and Charlie’s conversation over the edge of his tablet from across the room.
There’s a trick to catching prey, after all. And, also, for waiting out stupid prank curses.
Both come down to opportunity. Or lack thereof.
He had gotten here first in an effort—a hope, maybe—to keep everyone else away from him.
…Buuut, he also could have gone to one of the libraries. No one usually went there.
Dammit Gabriel.
In the middle of this thought, something spiked. Sam tapped his foot, trying to focus on keeping the energy down.
“Sam?” He flinched when he heard Castiel’s voice, and the angel eyed him curiously, having appeared right next to the chair. “Are you alright? You seem…different?”
Sam had looked up at him, and Cas squinted at him as he took half a step back.
“Cas, would you be able to drop in on Garth for us?” Charlie called excitedly, crossing the room at a jog.
Sam tensed, and Cas took his eyes off him for a second too long.
“Wait—” The angel had begun, only for Sam to spring out of the chair and wrap his arms around him. Before anyone could say anything, Castiel broke into loud laughter while Sam’s fingers scribbled under his coat.
“Sam?!” Dean called, chuckling as he stepped closer.
“Stay back!” Sam insisted, despite grinning himself and making quite an effort to wrestle the angel down. “I’m not—Gabriel did this!”
“H-He’s possessed!” Castiel supplied, voice giving way to cackles when Sam dug into his stomach and followed his squirming.
“Should we be worried?” Charlie snickered, stepping back when Sam took a step toward them.
“Please. Mojo or not, I can take Sammy, easy.” Dean snorted, cracking his knuckles as he decided he simply had to save his angel. Not to mention see if he knew how to drive out this so called “possession”:
A Tickle Monster.
Gabriel would.
--Day 23--
“I hate you so much right now.” Sam snickered. The card he’d found today naturally had only one word. And it was “Sweater”.
Gabriel had stuck him in something that felt less like a sweater and more like he’d been lost in the Christmas decorations for 20 years. The sweater was bright reds, silvers, and greens, and fluffy like tinsel. Lights—yes, a string of lights—crisscrossed between the stitches, and each bulb blinked out of sync with every other. There were ornaments hooked all over him and a star stuck firmly on his chest.
“You look adorable, Sammy!” Gabriel said simply, conjuring his own sweater that was equally ugly, but nowhere near as embarrassing.
Sam stuck his tongue out and pouted, allowing Gabriel to push him out by the shoulders.
He commiserated with Castiel in the living room while everyone else was picking the first movie of the day.
He also didn’t see the fun in purposefully wearing the worst sweater imaginable…
But the puppy sweater did suit him somehow.
--Day 24--
“Only one more sleep ‘til Christmas!” Gabriel laughed, throwing himself into Sam’s arms and hugging him tight. Sam chuckled softly and buried his face into his angel’s neck.
“So, do I actually get a present tomorrow, or was this little project of yours the gift?”
Gabriel scoffed, almost leaning away from him. “You really are greedy, aren’t you?” He teased. “Maybe this might be just what you need~”
A card appeared with a flair of Gabriel’s hand, but he hesitated to hand it over.
“Y’know, I have been wondering.” Sam hummed, playfully grabbing at the card as Gabriel dodged him. “I haven’t seen the actual tree in a while, have I?”
“You might see it.” Gabriel hummed, squeaking when the card was snatched from his fingers. He smiled warily as Sam’s face fell at the sight of the card: “All Out”
“Gabriel…” His voice came like a warning. That could mean a few things, after all.
“Yeah… Remember how we had that cuddle session when you were feeling down?” The angel explained. He snapped his fingers as he did, and Sam found himself unable to control himself. He sat down on the bed, and Gabriel followed him as his arms shifted him backwards up to the pillows. “I swapped the cards around since you needed that break early.”
Sam shivered nervously as Gabriel perched on his lap, and he was allowed to move his head to watch Gabriel summon handfuls of feathers and brushes to sort through.
“Unfortunately for you, that was the only break I planned.” He snickered, leaning close to peck his nose. The air shifted as his wings suddenly filled the space. “Good News, though, you’ definitely be tired when we’re done.”
--Day 25--
True to Gabriel’s promise, Sam slept like the dead that night. Awareness returned to him in the form of gentle jingle bells and the soft blinking of the lights around his room. The jingling came from a cute little Christmas clock on his bedside table, and it disappeared with a jangly noise when Sam reached for it.
He chuckled to himself and moved to sit up when he heard something crinkle.
A paper star, with all the awkward creases and imperfections of actually being folded by hand, had been set on his chest, and the number ’25’ was written on it in bold red sharpie. He handled it gently, afraid to crush it the wrong way; he found a gap that he could pull without risking tears, and it led to the star unfolding into a big square card.
“Christmas”
Sam smiled, forcing himself out of bed. His body still ached a little from their little session the night before, even though Gabriel “went easy” on him after an hour. A blatant lie, considering the phantom tingles he could still feel across his stomach.
The hallway was still quiet; it was around seven in the morning, but Sam could barely hear things clinking in the kitchen as he started to pass it.
“Sam?” That was Gabriel’s voice. “Hey, wait—”
Sam had sped up a little just to tease him, but he found himself pausing as he came to the common area.
Right against the staircase—practically making it inaccessible with the way it poked through the railings—stood a massive Christmas tree. There were dozens of different ornaments, lights of every color, and pieces of candy and chocolate bars wrapped around the branches on long strings.
“Hey, big guy!” Garth said brightly, looking up from where he was sorting the presents by name and stacking them into shapes. He stepped over the little toy train that was lapping the present pile to give Sam a hug. “I’ve missed you guys so much!”
Sam would never get used to the werewolf strength, but he hugged him back as tight as he could. “You told us you were busy!”
“Uh, yeah, he told you guys he was busy.” Gabriel stepped up beside him with a grin, and Benny followed behind him while licking strawberry jam off his fingers.
“Are you serious?” Sam laughed in disbelief. “This whole time, you—”
“It’s shockingly easy to fake some calls and emails to and from hardware stores, Sam. You underestimate me.”
“A tree that fills up the staircase… Y’know, I had a feeling at the beginning, but it looks better than I thought it would.”
“Aw, stop…” Gabriel practically glowed under the praise. “Let’s not keep everyone else in the dark, then. We need everyone up if we’re doing presents before breakfast!”
“You’d better rush them anyway.” Benny huffed with a smirk. “Those tarts don’t need that long to bake.”
Garth and Gabriel disappeared in their own ways, and it wouldn’t be long before the room was filled with noise as everyone was brought in.
Sam sat on the couch and just stared up at the tree for the length of the quiet. He breathed in the scent of the pine, and on the bright yellow star at the top, he could see the number 25 whenever the light blinked.
This is so fluffing adorable!!,! I can totally see guy and kakashi doing this tho.
im so sorry u all have to deal with my hyperfixating shenanigans but when my brain says draw something i gotta do it
ash n i were yelling about this a couple days ago and it will NOT LEAVE MY HONKING BRAIN HELP ME
here’s to hoping tumblr doesnt butcher the quality
also the nart art spam is not stopping anytime soon so pls block the tags if ur annoyed as i expect many to be
Every single odd number has an “e” in it.
For that last reblog you did on my newest fic:
I SLEEP ALL DAY! I do not require sleep at night. That is what a koala does. 😤
(love ya)
What about when you have plans all day?.????? Like today?.!? ?? You dumb fluff
Ko!!! How dare!! Hypocrite!,! Koalas needs sleep too!,!
Welp. The headcannons didn't help, so here's a fic featuring a tiny bit of ticklish!Wednesday and a lot of poor, ticklish!Xavier.
Enjoy!
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An Artist's Question
Xavier overhears and interesting conversation and can't stop focusing one thing: Is Wednesday Addams ticklish?
Xavier stared at the wall, barely listening to the teacher's monologue. No matter how much he tried, his mind always wandered back to that moment.
Earlier that morning, he accidentally eavesdropped on a secret conversation between Enid and Thing. He didn't mean too, they were just talking outside near wear his private studio was.
He had been walking back to school when he heard someone's voice. It sounded like Enid. He had planned to just sneak on by, but his attention had been diverted.
"C'mon, Thing. At least tell me where she's most ticklish!"
He had frozen in place. Of course, he hadn't thought they were talking about Wednesday.
"I swear, I will protect you from the scary, emo girl. Just tell me, please!"
He had snuck by after that. The conversation seemed too private so he had told himself that he'd stop thinking about it.
But, there he was. Thinking about it. A lot.
He drummed his fingers on his desk. Wednesday Addams? Ticklish? That did not fit at all. But then again… Enid wouldn't sound that desperate if it was false. And there was no way she would have known he was there since he made sure to stay downwind.
He sighed and turned back to the teacher. There was nothing he could do about it. He just had to focus.
— — —
It was the end of the school day, and Xavier still couldn't stop thinking about it. In fact, he started thinking about it more.
He was in his private studio, holding his paint brush. He was all set and ready to paint, but he just stood there. Frozen.
If Wednesday was ticklish, how ticklish was she? Where would she be ticklish? And, most importantly, what did her laugh sound like?
That question had been haunting him. There was no way for him to imagine her actually laughing. He couldn't even imagine her smiling. He'd seen her smirk, but never smile.
Would her laugh be loud or quiet? Would it be squeaky or giggly? Would she snort? Would she shriek or cackle?
His mind continued to run wild as he stared at his blank canvas. He probably would've stayed like that all night, if an odd twist of irony hadn't interrupted him.
He jumped as his door creaked open. He whipped around to see the source of his spiraling mind.
"Hello, Xavier." Wednesday said, just as mellow as always. "May I accompany you while you paint?"
He stared at her for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. "Uh… you can, but I don't think there'll be much painting today." He said sheepishly, putting his paintbrush down.
"Why not?" She asked, closing the door and letting herself into his studio.
"My mind isn't…" he stared at her. "Focussing really well today."
She looked back at him. He glanced away, and looked out the window.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" She asked, walking up to him. He looked back and swallowed as her dark eyes glared at him suspiciously.
"N-No reason!" He said, taking a step back.
"I think there is a reason." She stepped closer to him. "Tell me."
"I overheard Enid talking to Thing about how you're ticklish." He blurted out. He didn't know why, Wednesday just seemed to be able to pull the truth out of anyone.
Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "What?"
He stared at her, a grin pulling at his lips. "Wait… are you actually?"
"No." She said, folding her arms. "Enid was lying."
Xavier raised his eyebrows. "I don't think Enid is capable of lying. You are, though."
Wednesday stayed silent. That was all the confirmation Xavier needed.
"You're ticklish!" He said, laughing. "You, Wednesday Addams, are ticklish!"
"No, I'm not!" She argued, taking another step back. "I have no clue how you came to that false conclusion."
"Then, I can test it out, right?"
She seemed taken aback by this question. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Xavier smirked and approached her. She backed away. Soon enough, her back hit the wall.
Her eyes widened even more as he stopped in front of her. They stared at each other, waiting for the other to act.
"I will warn you as I have warned Enid." Wednesday whispered suddenly, her eyes darkening. "If you attempt to tickle me, I will return the attack back on you. Tenfold."
Xavier paused, weighing his options. Was it worth it?
…
It definitely was.
He shot his hand out, immediately latching onto her side. He squeezed a few times and her breath caught in her throat.
She grabbed his hand, her face flushing slightly, and tried to push it away. His grin widened and he grabbed her other side while she was distracted.
An odd, gasp left her lips and she buckled slightly. Her teeth clenched as she tried to twist away.
"Xavier Thorpe, stop!" She tried to say intimidatingly. But he could hear the slightest waver in her voice.
Wednesday Addams was ticklish, confirmed.
"What was that you said?" He teased, creeping his hands up towards her ribs. "Something about you returning it to me tenfold?"
Wednesday grabbed his arms and pushed them down. Her eyes were wide as they met his own.
"I guess ribs are bad, huh?" He asked, pushing against her grip. "Good to know."
The girl inhaled sharply, as if to brace herself, and let go of his hands. He instantly took advantage of it and pinched her ribs.
What sounded like a muffled squeak left her lips. She buckled, but not before digging her own fingers into his sides.
Xavier yelped and backed away on instinct, his arms wrapping around his midsection. He looked up and felt a shiver of dread run down his spine.
Wednesday glared back at him. She stood tall, her hands poised and ready to attack. She showed no signs of ever almost laughing in the first place.
"Say your prayers, Xavier Thorpe." She said, low and menacingly, before darting at him.
Twas embarrassing to admit, but he did scream. He tried to run, but it was too late. His fate was already sealed with a black, vengeful glue.
As soon as his back was turned, hands latched onto his ribs, immediately tickling him to the ground.
He burst into laughter and kicked at her. She retaliated by kneeling onto his legs and clawing at his sides.
"WEHEHENDSDAHAHY!" He shrieked, thrashing on the ground.
"What?" She asked nonchalantly, spidering her manicured nails up his back.
"IHI'M SOHOHORRY!" He cackled out, trying to drag himself away. Unfortunately, Wednesday was heavier than she looked.
"Thank you for the apology, but I'm not stopping." She replied, digging into his armpits.
He screamed a high-pitched scream and clamped his arms to his sides. He tried to get up, but every time he was able to lift himself up, she just traced his back again and he fell back down.
"Where else are you ticklish, Mr. Thorpe?" She asked, poking at his hips.
The poor boy only shook his head, his face already red from laughing. His laughter shit up a few octaves as she pinched the back of his neck.
Her face fell into an evil smirk. "I see…" She mused, instantly spidering under his ear with one hand as the other squeezed his side. "Your neck seems especially sensitive."
He jerked away from the tingling on his neck, but she just switched to the other side. No matter how much he struggled, he could never get away.
"I am trained in many ways of torture." She said, sliding off him while continuing to torment his ribs. "Unfortunately for you and Enid, that includes tickling."
One of her hands shot down and scratched at the back of his knee. A snort flew out of his mouth as well as an ear-splitting shriek.
Wednesday flinched and her smirk turned into a massive grin. Obviously, Xavier couldn't see it cause he was too busy cackling his depressed lungs out.
"I do believe this may be your worst spots." She said, keeping the smile out of her voice. "Unusual, but sensitive nonetheless."
The artist slammed his hand on the ground as she targeted both knees, desperate for her to get the message. Luckily, she did.
She stopped tickling and stood up. Xavier fell limp and continued to giggle on the ground, his eyes closed with a few tears on his cheeks.
Wednesday couldn't help but smile endearingly down at him. This kind of state was rare to see in most people. It filled her with a kind of warmth she couldn't describe. It was the same warmth she felt after she tickled Enid to tears as well. And Eugene…
Catching herself, she forced the smile away and turned to grab the water bottle on his work bench. It did not matter what the feeling was. It was useless anyway.
She crouched next to his head and placed the bottle next to him. "I do hope you learned your lesson better than my insufferable roommate." She said after his breathing had slowed.
He sat up and took a sip of his water before looking at her, confused. "You mean Enid hasn't given up after that kind of torture?"
Wednesday sat next to him and shook her head. "She continues to persist in her attempts. I am starting to believe she enjoys tickling with how often I've had to exact revenge."
Xavier felt his face warm slightly. "That would be weird…"
"Not especially." Wednesday looked at him, her eyes unreadable. "Most humans and non-humans alike seek physical closeness with one another. And it is normal for people to enjoy laughing. If you add those concepts together, it makes a lot more sense than other activities one might enjoy."
Xavier's face flushed and he turned away, chugging from the bottle. There was no way she knew, right?
Wednesday stood back up and brushed herself off. "I must be going now. My writing time is almost here." She said with a heavy sigh.
Xavier looked back up at her. "I thought you'd want to stay here? What with your persistent roommate and all."
Wednesday shrugged and carefully walked to the door. "My writing time is important. And I'm fully prepared to torment her. Again."
Xavier stood up. "But you've only been here for five minutes?"
Wednesday turned to him, the slightest of smirks on her face as she opened the door. "Perhaps… but maybe I was looking to tickle you the whole time. I do find enjoyment in tormenting others, after all."
Xavier's face flushed a bright red. Wednesday's smirk widened and she left, the door creaking behind her as her footsteps became quiet.
Xavier stood in the middle of the studio, his body still tingling from the recent attack on his nerves. His face slowly cooled down and his eyes widened in realization.
He just gave his secret away to the most skilled tickler in the school.
He turned to his canvas and picked up his paintbrush and began to paint with a bright red
He was so screwed.
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Do you think Wednesday knows his secret?
The answer is: definitely.
I hope you enjoyed this fic and now I hope to finish what I've been trying to finish for months now.
Have a wonderful day/night and don't tickle Wednesday Addams. Or do, it's up to you. ;)
Why you do this to me!??!?!? Gosh darn it Ko!
Ok, this ‘‘twas adorable!,!!!
Welp. The headcannons didn't help, so here's a fic featuring a tiny bit of ticklish!Wednesday and a lot of poor, ticklish!Xavier.
Enjoy!
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An Artist's Question
Xavier overhears and interesting conversation and can't stop focusing one thing: Is Wednesday Addams ticklish?
Xavier stared at the wall, barely listening to the teacher's monologue. No matter how much he tried, his mind always wandered back to that moment.
Earlier that morning, he accidentally eavesdropped on a secret conversation between Enid and Thing. He didn't mean too, they were just talking outside near wear his private studio was.
He had been walking back to school when he heard someone's voice. It sounded like Enid. He had planned to just sneak on by, but his attention had been diverted.
"C'mon, Thing. At least tell me where she's most ticklish!"
He had frozen in place. Of course, he hadn't thought they were talking about Wednesday.
"I swear, I will protect you from the scary, emo girl. Just tell me, please!"
He had snuck by after that. The conversation seemed too private so he had told himself that he'd stop thinking about it.
But, there he was. Thinking about it. A lot.
He drummed his fingers on his desk. Wednesday Addams? Ticklish? That did not fit at all. But then again… Enid wouldn't sound that desperate if it was false. And there was no way she would have known he was there since he made sure to stay downwind.
He sighed and turned back to the teacher. There was nothing he could do about it. He just had to focus.
— — —
It was the end of the school day, and Xavier still couldn't stop thinking about it. In fact, he started thinking about it more.
He was in his private studio, holding his paint brush. He was all set and ready to paint, but he just stood there. Frozen.
If Wednesday was ticklish, how ticklish was she? Where would she be ticklish? And, most importantly, what did her laugh sound like?
That question had been haunting him. There was no way for him to imagine her actually laughing. He couldn't even imagine her smiling. He'd seen her smirk, but never smile.
Would her laugh be loud or quiet? Would it be squeaky or giggly? Would she snort? Would she shriek or cackle?
His mind continued to run wild as he stared at his blank canvas. He probably would've stayed like that all night, if an odd twist of irony hadn't interrupted him.
He jumped as his door creaked open. He whipped around to see the source of his spiraling mind.
"Hello, Xavier." Wednesday said, just as mellow as always. "May I accompany you while you paint?"
He stared at her for a few moments before shaking himself out of it. "Uh… you can, but I don't think there'll be much painting today." He said sheepishly, putting his paintbrush down.
"Why not?" She asked, closing the door and letting herself into his studio.
"My mind isn't…" he stared at her. "Focussing really well today."
She looked back at him. He glanced away, and looked out the window.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" She asked, walking up to him. He looked back and swallowed as her dark eyes glared at him suspiciously.
"N-No reason!" He said, taking a step back.
"I think there is a reason." She stepped closer to him. "Tell me."
"I overheard Enid talking to Thing about how you're ticklish." He blurted out. He didn't know why, Wednesday just seemed to be able to pull the truth out of anyone.
Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "What?"
He stared at her, a grin pulling at his lips. "Wait… are you actually?"
"No." She said, folding her arms. "Enid was lying."
Xavier raised his eyebrows. "I don't think Enid is capable of lying. You are, though."
Wednesday stayed silent. That was all the confirmation Xavier needed.
"You're ticklish!" He said, laughing. "You, Wednesday Addams, are ticklish!"
"No, I'm not!" She argued, taking another step back. "I have no clue how you came to that false conclusion."
"Then, I can test it out, right?"
She seemed taken aback by this question. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Xavier smirked and approached her. She backed away. Soon enough, her back hit the wall.
Her eyes widened even more as he stopped in front of her. They stared at each other, waiting for the other to act.
"I will warn you as I have warned Enid." Wednesday whispered suddenly, her eyes darkening. "If you attempt to tickle me, I will return the attack back on you. Tenfold."
Xavier paused, weighing his options. Was it worth it?
…
It definitely was.
He shot his hand out, immediately latching onto her side. He squeezed a few times and her breath caught in her throat.
She grabbed his hand, her face flushing slightly, and tried to push it away. His grin widened and he grabbed her other side while she was distracted.
An odd, gasp left her lips and she buckled slightly. Her teeth clenched as she tried to twist away.
"Xavier Thorpe, stop!" She tried to say intimidatingly. But he could hear the slightest waver in her voice.
Wednesday Addams was ticklish, confirmed.
"What was that you said?" He teased, creeping his hands up towards her ribs. "Something about you returning it to me tenfold?"
Wednesday grabbed his arms and pushed them down. Her eyes were wide as they met his own.
"I guess ribs are bad, huh?" He asked, pushing against her grip. "Good to know."
The girl inhaled sharply, as if to brace herself, and let go of his hands. He instantly took advantage of it and pinched her ribs.
What sounded like a muffled squeak left her lips. She buckled, but not before digging her own fingers into his sides.
Xavier yelped and backed away on instinct, his arms wrapping around his midsection. He looked up and felt a shiver of dread run down his spine.
Wednesday glared back at him. She stood tall, her hands poised and ready to attack. She showed no signs of ever almost laughing in the first place.
"Say your prayers, Xavier Thorpe." She said, low and menacingly, before darting at him.
Twas embarrassing to admit, but he did scream. He tried to run, but it was too late. His fate was already sealed with a black, vengeful glue.
As soon as his back was turned, hands latched onto his ribs, immediately tickling him to the ground.
He burst into laughter and kicked at her. She retaliated by kneeling onto his legs and clawing at his sides.
"WEHEHENDSDAHAHY!" He shrieked, thrashing on the ground.
"What?" She asked nonchalantly, spidering her manicured nails up his back.
"IHI'M SOHOHORRY!" He cackled out, trying to drag himself away. Unfortunately, Wednesday was heavier than she looked.
"Thank you for the apology, but I'm not stopping." She replied, digging into his armpits.
He screamed a high-pitched scream and clamped his arms to his sides. He tried to get up, but every time he was able to lift himself up, she just traced his back again and he fell back down.
"Where else are you ticklish, Mr. Thorpe?" She asked, poking at his hips.
The poor boy only shook his head, his face already red from laughing. His laughter shit up a few octaves as she pinched the back of his neck.
Her face fell into an evil smirk. "I see…" She mused, instantly spidering under his ear with one hand as the other squeezed his side. "Your neck seems especially sensitive."
He jerked away from the tingling on his neck, but she just switched to the other side. No matter how much he struggled, he could never get away.
"I am trained in many ways of torture." She said, sliding off him while continuing to torment his ribs. "Unfortunately for you and Enid, that includes tickling."
One of her hands shot down and scratched at the back of his knee. A snort flew out of his mouth as well as an ear-splitting shriek.
Wednesday flinched and her smirk turned into a massive grin. Obviously, Xavier couldn't see it cause he was too busy cackling his depressed lungs out.
"I do believe this may be your worst spots." She said, keeping the smile out of her voice. "Unusual, but sensitive nonetheless."
The artist slammed his hand on the ground as she targeted both knees, desperate for her to get the message. Luckily, she did.
She stopped tickling and stood up. Xavier fell limp and continued to giggle on the ground, his eyes closed with a few tears on his cheeks.
Wednesday couldn't help but smile endearingly down at him. This kind of state was rare to see in most people. It filled her with a kind of warmth she couldn't describe. It was the same warmth she felt after she tickled Enid to tears as well. And Eugene…
Catching herself, she forced the smile away and turned to grab the water bottle on his work bench. It did not matter what the feeling was. It was useless anyway.
She crouched next to his head and placed the bottle next to him. "I do hope you learned your lesson better than my insufferable roommate." She said after his breathing had slowed.
He sat up and took a sip of his water before looking at her, confused. "You mean Enid hasn't given up after that kind of torture?"
Wednesday sat next to him and shook her head. "She continues to persist in her attempts. I am starting to believe she enjoys tickling with how often I've had to exact revenge."
Xavier felt his face warm slightly. "That would be weird…"
"Not especially." Wednesday looked at him, her eyes unreadable. "Most humans and non-humans alike seek physical closeness with one another. And it is normal for people to enjoy laughing. If you add those concepts together, it makes a lot more sense than other activities one might enjoy."
Xavier's face flushed and he turned away, chugging from the bottle. There was no way she knew, right?
Wednesday stood back up and brushed herself off. "I must be going now. My writing time is almost here." She said with a heavy sigh.
Xavier looked back up at her. "I thought you'd want to stay here? What with your persistent roommate and all."
Wednesday shrugged and carefully walked to the door. "My writing time is important. And I'm fully prepared to torment her. Again."
Xavier stood up. "But you've only been here for five minutes?"
Wednesday turned to him, the slightest of smirks on her face as she opened the door. "Perhaps… but maybe I was looking to tickle you the whole time. I do find enjoyment in tormenting others, after all."
Xavier's face flushed a bright red. Wednesday's smirk widened and she left, the door creaking behind her as her footsteps became quiet.
Xavier stood in the middle of the studio, his body still tingling from the recent attack on his nerves. His face slowly cooled down and his eyes widened in realization.
He just gave his secret away to the most skilled tickler in the school.
He turned to his canvas and picked up his paintbrush and began to paint with a bright red
He was so screwed.
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Do you think Wednesday knows his secret?
The answer is: definitely.
I hope you enjoyed this fic and now I hope to finish what I've been trying to finish for months now.
Have a wonderful day/night and don't tickle Wednesday Addams. Or do, it's up to you. ;)
and ofc we gotta wreck the lil emo boi cuz he’s bein a stinker
drawing them all again is bringing back memories holy cow
also im so honking happy with this lil squimshy face
lookit himmm hehheee he looks so squishy im so happy
im so sorry this is the last one for now
im obv gonna do more but maybe laterHEHEHHEE
Here we go! The second part! Just one more after... Hope you guys enjoy!
(Enid and Wednesday are my favorite characters and you can probably tell from this post...)
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✨ Wednesday Tickle Headcannons Part 2✨
Wednesday Addams
Lee Headcannons
Ler Headcannons
Obviously, she denies being ticklish even if someone is tickling her
Doesn't change the fact that she is anyway
Is the most resilient out of the group
Will never laugh to something as childish as tickling
Shockingly, she is one of the more ticklish out of the group
Is just ticklish everywhere, but is so good at hiding it no one notices
Poking and light tickles do not effect her if she is expecting it
Will hold her breath and glare at her attacker if they try
It used to be that she would break her attacker's fingers when they tried
But now...
She kinda grabs their hands and pushes them away
(Enid probably effected her more than she thought)
Her initial laugh is quiet and breathy, almost inaudible
But if you get her good...
Her true laugh is this raspy cackle with a few squeaks thrown in
She will deny she squeaks, but that is a lie
There is a point on her ribs where if her attacker squeezes it, she will instantly crumple to the ground
After that, she will probably get up like nothing happened. She is a tough girl after all
Thing knows this spot, but has been sufficiently threatened to never reveal it
Thing also tickles her quite frequently without terrible punishment
Except her vengeance
The first person to figure out she was ticklish was Eugene, because of his defender bees
Teases do not work on her
But, compliments do
She is so used to people just insulting her, that getting an honest compliment puts her off
That combined with the vulnerability of being tickled just completely flusters her
In all honesty, she doesn't completely hate being tickled, as long as her attacker is someone she trusts
She kinda made herself touch starved and lonely, so obviously tickling is a great cure for that
Her worst spots are her ribs and her forearms
(also, Jenna Ortega has dimples, ergo, Wednesday has dimples. I have not been able to stop thinking about this fact so now I curse you all with it)
Enid Sinclair
If she intends to tickle you
RUN
This girl has learned all of the ways to properly torture someone, and that includes tickling
She is by far the worst Ler in the group
Every single time her friends have tried to tickle her, she just turns the tables
No one can hold their laughter if she's tickling them
Gentle is not in her vocabulary
She will go straight for the kill
And she will tickle her victim to tears
She will pin her victim down and go to town
Plus, she has Thing on her side
She never used tools. Using her own hands is more fun
She will find any reason to tickle her friends
Too loud? Wrecked
Too hyper? Wrecked
Too annoying? Wrecked
Looked at her weirdly? Wrecked
Interrupted her writing time? Double Wrecked
Does tease her victim with a straight face
"Are you ticklish here?"
"Bad spot? Noted."
"What if I do this?"
"You are really ticklish."
To add on to this evil Ler energy:
She loves to build anticipation
It's just another way to torture her victim
She will go days on end, reaching for their sides, whispering that they have a limited time left, wiggle her fingers from across the room, etc.
All with a completely straight face
Or a slight smirk if she's feeling especially wicked
She will do this until either they break, or she grows bored
At first, aftercare was not a thing for her
Until Enid talked to her about it
Now, she will get some water and wait next to her victim, occasionally asking if they're ok
✨Bonus Secret✨
If you think she will be completely straight faced while wrecking someone,
You are wrong
When her victim can't see her face,
She will smile
Not smirk, smile
A massive, bright smile
Of course, she will wipe it off her face as soon as they are done
But if you somehow open your eyes discreetly,
You will see a beautiful sight
Lee Headcannons
THIS LITTLE, TICKLISH BEAN
(sorry)
Anyway
This girl is really ticklish
It's honestly a shock that no one found out about it sooner
She tries to deny that she is ticklish, but her bright pink face would say otherwise
Has barely no resilience to tickling
She can hold out for about thirty seconds before giggling like mad
Light and hard tickles are super effective
Sneaking up behind her and poking her back will make her jump ten feet into the air
Will bolt away giggling if someone says they'll tickle her
Any variation of the word 'tickle' will send her face aflame
Giggles if someone wiggles their fingers at her
She will grab onto her attacker's hands, but never push them away
Squirms
Her laugh is as bright and loud as her side of the room
Definitely snorts and squeals
The first people to figure out she was ticklish we're Wednesday and Thing
That was an... Interesting day for her
She %100 loves being tickled
I like to think werewolves are very physically affectionate and she was tickled all the time as a child
When she didn't wolf out at the right time, that stopped completely
Now, she has found that affection in her friends
Will deny that she likes it, but no one believes her
She's just too obviously happy to not enjoy it
Teases of any kind are the death of her
She will melt into a puddle of embarrassed giggles if someone teases her without tickling her
Calling her "cutie" will make her cover her face, even if she is being wrecked
Bianca Barclay
Her worst spots are her stomach and her back
Also, her cheeks are ticklish
Ler Headcannons
If there is one thing she loves almost as much as being tickled, it's tickling her friends
If she finds out one of her friends is ticklish, her eyes will light up like the moon and she will immediately pounce on them
She will smile the entire time as she tickles someone
Is definitely super playful
Loves chasing them down
Is somehow good at teasing, despite her own weakness to it
"Where are you going?"
"I'm gonna getcha~!"
She is probably just very distracted
Still can't say 'tickle' when tickling someone
Will give raspberries to her victims
Also, claws
CLAWS
My goodness, her claws are deadly
Enjoys lightly tickling them along with wrecking
She gets so many adorable reactions when she tickles lightly
Will bring her victims somewhere comfortable when they're done and cuddle them
Such a cuddler
(I fluffing love her more than life itself)
Lee Headcannons
Ler Headcannons
Is only ticklish in a few spots
Won't deny her ticklishness
If someone asks, she'll answer honestly
Is the second hardest to tickle
Has a great resilience to it
Teases and wiggling fingers do not affect her
In other words, she is really hard to get
Is not ticklish on her sides, ribs, or stomach
People try and she will just shrug then grab them to dish out what they tried to serve
This makes people believe she isn't ticklish
Her laugh is very loud and high pitched
Cannot use her siren powers when she's laughing
Doesn't necessarily hate being tickled, it's just not something she thinks about frequently
Her palms, feet, and neck are her worst spots.
She is also ticklish on her knees, though they're not as bad
The point where her gills come out in the water is especially sensitive
The first person in the group to find out she was ticklish was actually Enid
Only tickles people if they tickle her first or if someone recruits her to help
Will use her siren powers to keep her victim from running
Has used her siren powers to make them tickle someone else
Basically, she can be a menace with that power
Her nails are pretty deadly
Never tickles people for too long for retaliation
Not unless they ask...
If someone wants her help to tickle someone, she will go along with it
She knows they'd probably drag her into it anyway, so might as well get it over with
Will tease people in a bratty way
"Are you seriously this ticklish?"
"I'm not killing you, stop being so dramatic!"
"Not here? I mean, I kinda feel like staying here, so sucks for you."
Grows to like tickling people the more she hangs out with the others
Will help her victim to the kitchen when she's done and get them some snacks and water
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My goodness, Bianca's is so much shorter than the other two's... Whoops. Hope that's ok!
Part three will come out soon. (It is also the one I'm most excited about!)
May you guys be blessed with a good day/night and don't anger Wednesday into tickling you!
Here we go. Tis time for my Wednesday hyper fixation to reveal itself. Enjoy!
(apologies if these are badly organized. My brain is running a million miles an hour as I write these)
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✨Wednesday Tickle Headcannons: Part 1✨
Xavier Thorpe
Lee Headcannons
He is more ticklish than people think
Not extremely so, people just don't expect it
He is really good at hiding it
Like, scarily so
Tickling his worst spots will make him break immediately, but it's hard to find
His parents never gave him enough attention, so he actually likes being tickled
Has accidentally drawn a tickle monster while fantasizing about it
Luckily, he was in his private studio so no one saw
Wants to keep the tough guy image, so he will deny being ticklish despite his want for it
His laugh is quite loud
He snorts if you tickle his knees. I have no evidence for this, but he does
He does thrash a lot and has accidentally kicked his attacker because of it
The first in the group to find out he was ticklish was Bianca while they were dating
He will deny the fact that he enjoys it, and people do believe him
His worst spots are his knees and neck
Ler Headcannons
He enjoys tickling people just as much as he enjoys being tickled
He is ruthless
He loves chasing people down to tickle them
He has also drawn feathers and used them to tickle his victims
He smiles evily as his victim laughs
He loves teasing them, especially when they try not to laugh
"Just laugh already. You know you want to~"
His favorite technique is to switch spots constantly to keep them guessing
He always gets the best reactions that way
Always gets a glass of water for his lee when they're done
Ajax Petropolus
Lee Headcannons
He is an adorable doofus
Is quite ticklish and no one is surprised
If he is asked if he is ticklish, he'll just say 'yes' and then immediately catch himself and run away in terror
If someone just pokes him, he will jump and shriek
Everyone pokes him because of this
Is the type to tell you his deepest, darkest secret if it means you won't tickle him
He is fine with being tickled because the ler is usually very happy when they do
Will giggle before you even catch him
Will always run away if anyone shows any sign that they want to tickle him
He never restrains his laugh
It's loud, it's bright, and it will always make you smile
Will always retaliate while someone is tickling him
The first person to find out he was ticklish was Xavier, surprisingly
Xavier then immediately told Enid and his fate was sealed
Will always flush bright red when teased
His worst spots are his armpits and hips
Ler Headcannons
He loves making people happy
If someone laughs around him, he immediately gets a happiness overload
Because of this, he loves tickling people
He will chase his victim across the whole campus and still won't give up
Loves playing tickle games
Always has the brightest smile when he tickles someone
Loves it when his lee hides and he has to go find them
Is the god of teasing
No tease is too childish
"Cootchie-coo!"
"Does this tickle? Yes? Well too bad!"
Would cook a four course meal for his lee after they're done
If he could cook, that is
He usually settles with getting them comfortable and making a sandwich for them
Eugene Otinger
Lee Headcannons
This poor boy...
He is the most ticklish of the group
Poking him a few times can send him into full blown laughter
He has no resistance to tickling
If he gets tickled, he'll just instantly laugh
Despite this, he is never tickled for long periods of time
Why?
Bees
They will protect him from any attack
Evidently, that includes tickling
He is very squeaky when he's tickled
He also kinda curls into himself, like a little roly-poly
He barely struggles, so there is no need to pin him down
The first in the group to find out he was ticklish was Wednesday
She was also the first to find out that the bees would protect him
Teases absolutely destroy him
He just can't take it
He doesn't hate being tickled, but he doesn't like it
He just let's people tickle him cause it makes him feel like he has friends
His worst spots are his sides and stomach
Ler Headcannons
He doesn't tickle people much
When he does, he's really embarrassed about it
He's more confident when the group does a massive tickle fight or if he has a partner
He's also more confident if they antagonize home first
He likes teasing by fluttering his fingers above his victims and gasping:
"The bees are coming to get you~"
Never fails to get his victim giggling, whether from them being flustered or them finding it goofy
He always has this massive grin on his face and definitely laughs along
Sometimes, when he's really annoyed at someone, he will call his bees
No one can resist the bees
Is the one to make sure his lee is ok after they're done by asking so many questions
Usually he asks them so fast that it's hard to reply
✨Bonus✨
Thing
Lee Headcannons
For being a hand, he is really ticklish
He wriggles around a lot, so it's always best to flip him over to tickle him
He also taps the surface he's on
In Morse code, it always translates to something like this:
JDKXIDVAKDNXK
Obviously, he has no laugh but people enjoy tickling him anyway
It's shockingly adorable to watch
His worst spot is his palm
The first person (outside the Addams family) to find out he was ticklish was Enid
She was painting his nails and he jumped when she accidentally got his finger
Somehow, she immediately knew what that meant
Suddenly, there was a hand skittering around the school with a very determined werewolf chasing after it
He doesn't mind being tickled. It makes him feel included
Ler Headcannons
He is terrifying
Ever had a hand chase at you at blinding speeds?
That's what happens when he tries to get someone
He will crawl all over his lee so fast, they will never catch him
Is frequently Wednesday's partner in tickler crime
Loves it when someone has a ticklish back
He'll just runs up and down their back if they are
No one can stop him because they don't want to crush him
There have been many instances when a student will run screaming down the hall with a hand chasing after them intently
His absolute favorite game is sneaking into one of his friend's classes and tickling them while they try to pay attention
He's just a little tickle gremlin
Will try his best to bring his lee some water when they're done
Usually he just settles on bringing them a little snack
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That's it for the first part! Second one will come out later.
Have a fabulous day and try not to be chased by hands!
art block has smacked me in the face....... so things may take longer to be uploaded...... gosh darn it
reblog this if you’re jewish or your blog is a safe space for jewish people
in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.
Coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down, because I want it all
It was only a fish
IT WAS ONLY A FISH
by the fire (neji + rock lee) (platonic)
summary: it’s too cold outside to do anything, and lee’s bored. thankfully, neji is there.
requested: yes/no
fandom: naruto
warnings: this is a SFW fic, and contains tickling. all platonic, please don’t tag as ship
w/c: 1.1k
“I feel like the wind is taunting me,” Lee muttered, watching the snow twirl and dance in the winds from outside his window.
“Probably is,” Neji scoffed quietly, glaring up from his book, giving a slight shrug at Lee’s offended gasp. “It was a metaphor, don’t jinx it!” He huffed, tracing his fingertips against the fogged up window.
It was cold, really cold. “Why is there this much snow in the Land of Fire? Doesn’t that ruin the whole point?” Lee whined, moving to sit on the window sill.
When his back touched the frosty class, he jumped off with a surprised yelp. “Cold!” He cried, returning to sit near the fireplace of his living room.
“No shit it’s cold, it’s winter.” Neji rolled his eyes, not taking his gaze off his novel. “You’re cruel,” Lee grumbled, going up to sit next to his friend.
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reblog if you're a sfw tickle blog
i want to follow every single one of you cuties because I want my dashboard to be absolutely flooded in word content
Tysm for replying to my vent post! It means alot! 💓💓
of course!! I'm glad it helped, even if it was just a little :)
i am a-ok with this!!!
so i made a little tk meme template.
i am hyperfixating violently again if u cant tell. literally cannot think of anything else. send help DHHHD
My favorite Naruto Character!? getting the tiggles he deserves????!!!!! so cute!!!
this makes me so happy!!!
i have like three requests in progress rn but my brain would NOT let me draw anything else in peace until i drew the beans…
so yeah i decided honk it and let my hand and brain run wild JJDJFJ
Maybe Xavier could be a bit to nosey and get caught by some mischievous Cornish pixies, and they give him wut he oh so deserves
This was not supposed to be a comic but fuck I couldn't help myself! Than I was only planning on making a 1 page comic but obviously that didn't last. I just coming up with more I wanted to add so I added it. It took way longer to finish but damn I think it was worth it 😅
Xavier is just fascinated with magical creatures, he likes to sneak out at night to watch em whenever he can. One night he spots a small gathering of pixies. He thought there was only 4 in the group. He didn't realize there was a 5th pixie flying around. Unfortunately for him, the pixie is also very fascinated with Xavier~ The little gremlin knew they had to mess with the silly wizard spying on the group. All the creatures pretty much know how ticklish Xavier is. All his other creatures love to torture him constantly, and Xavier isn't exactly quiet when he's tickled~ So the pixies were absolutely gonna take advantage of that! They aren't completely evil tho, they truthfully love the little wizard so after their attack they all cuddle up to Xavier to calm him cause damn he needed it after that 🤣 He had fun tho, don't worry!
Edit: Not my forgetting Xavier’s glove that is integral to his design! Ooof it’s okay it was an easy fix
(My art don't repost but please reblog)
Have they ever came across a person who doesn’t like being tickled before? If so, what was their reaction?
Yes, it has happened a few times.
They can usually tell if someone doesn't like it, and will instead just give them a hug (and of the person is touch averse they will just chill nearby). They have fun just helping someone feel better, have fun, and even rest. If the person is content, then they are too.
If they did tickle someone who dislikes it, they would immediately back off as soon as the person got upset and apologize profusely. (they would also probably act like a sad puppy and feel horrible until they figured out how to make it up to the person)
Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
Welcome!
This is my little corner where i post TK stuff and reblog my favorite things.
I am frequently on and off tumblr due to personal events, but I am doing my best to post when I can.
I am always open to asks and possible mutuals (as long as we all stay SFW). in terms of asks, you can talk to me OR you can send asks to my OCs:
Taz (can find in the tag #my child taz)
more to be added...
Below the cut is also my fandom list, i am VERY open to talk about my favorite fictional characters!
My fandoms:
Madoka Magica
Heroes of Olympus
Saiki k
Stranger Things
Good Omens
Haikyuu!
HxH
Supernatural
MHA*
Nimona (movie)
Demon Slayer
MCU*
Umbrella Academy
Lost In Space (2018)
Shera and the Princess of Power
Weak Hero
Teenage Mercenary
Schoolbus Graveyard
Trigun (Stampede)
Slugterra
Murder Drones
*(depends on characters and my mood)
I have other things I enjoy, but these are the current fandoms. please check this list when i say it has been updated so you can see what i may think later.
who is telling men that having gray in their hair is ugly. why are they fucking lying
sonid the uedgehof
lol @koala-fluff try this
