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Tickletober day 5 - “I’m Not Ticklish”

Prompts by @tickletober

I’m not late you are 😶😳🫥 I’m a bit behind but promise to catch up over the weekend 🫡🙏

Another one of the ✨bat boys✨! (Read the WEBTOON 🤜🔪)

As always happy tktober everyone! Drink some tea ☕️ 💜

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.

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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. ;)

Hey, you! Yeah you! I love your pjo art!! So much! :D I can't come up with a unique request for the life of me rn so uhhhh percabeth tkl fight?? (I think we can all agree annabeth would reign victorious)

Thanks you a lot !

In general, I will gladly make this request :>

And yes, Annabeth is the absolute winner)

nice job friendo, so adorable!!!!

Here is a gift for @sleepysheepytea because my brain randomly got inspired at midnight.

This fic is based on two drawings sleepy made. I don't know how to make links yet, so I can't give credit. Sorry... I will edit them in when I figure it out!

Enjoy!

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Don't Mess With Chocolate Boy

Maybe Tenshi and Ichigo shouldn't mess with Reuel while he works...

Ichigo held a hand over his mouth, watching as Tenshi krept forward. The phone shook in his hands as he tried not to laugh. His body was shaking so much with silent giggles that he almost pressed the 'End Recording' button.

Tenshi turned to him, a massive grin on his face as he lifted the broom slightly to pose for the camera. He then gestured to Reuel, who was sitting at his desk working on something, and mimed hitting him on the back of the head.

Ichigo bit his lip and shook his head. Tenshi shrugged and continued on his mission.

Their idea was simple. Reuel always sat in a chair with armrests as he did his work. The armrests had a gap the perfect size to slide something into it and trap someone's legs to the chair.

See where this is going?

Reuel was so intent on his task, he failed to notice Tenshi creeping up on him, until it was too late.

The blonde shouted victoriously as he slid the broom handle through the gaps, shocking poor Reuel.

"Tenshi, what the he-ACK!" As predicted by the mischievous pair, Reuel tried to stand and immediately keeled over as his legs hit the broom, dragging the chair with him. He grabbed onto the desk and twisted to the side, landing with a dramatic thump onto the floor.

It was at this point that Ichigo burst into laughter, keeping the phone as still as best he could. His fit only got worse as Reuel attempted to get up, failed, and fell back onto the carpet, his chair clacking against the desk.

Tenshi also laughed, albeit less hysterically than his partner in crime. "IhI got youhou!" He shouted, pumping his fists.

"Are you kidding me?" Reuel groaned, getting into his hands and knees. He looked up at them, a smile on his face. "You better run before I get out of this!"

Ichigo shrieked, stopped recording, grabbed Tenshi's hand, and bolted from the room. He knew exactly what would happen next.

The pair bolted down the stairs, passing Reuel's parents before carrying off into the back yard. The adults watched them go, confused.

"Should we be concerned?" His mom asked, turning to her husband.

Reuel crashed down the stairs before his dad could reply. "Be right back, exacting revenge at the moment!" He shouted, sliding by and out the door.

Ichigo and Tenshi hid behind a small wall the family had in their yard, muffling their giggles as best they could. They heard Reuel's footsteps as he searched the yard.

"Come on out, guys~" He sang, peeking behind a bush. "I swear I won't tickle you guys too much if you do~!"

Ichigo squeaked at the word, pressing the sleeves of his jacket closer to his face. Tenshi squirmed where he crouched, his eyes shut tight.

"Alright, that was a lie." The seeker huffed, crossing his arms. "I'm going to positively wreck you both when I find you."

Of course, neither replied.

Tenshi stiffened as he heard Reuel walk right by. He was so close that his next words were clear as day.

"If you two don't come out, I swear I'll find a way to tickle Tenshi's back and Ichigo's feet at the same time!"

Tenshi curled into himself immediately, small huffs of air escaping his lips and blowing his hair out of his burning face. Ichigo's ears reddened and he tucked his feet underneath him, suddenly completely aware that he was barefoot.

Much to the pair's horror, Reuel leapt over the wall landing with his hands outstretched. Ichigo shrieked and fell into Tenshi, knocking them both down.

"Gotcha." The brunette lunged, grabbing their ankles and dragging them forward.

Both shrieked and babbled out pleas as they struggled on the ground. Reuel ignored them and hummed thoughtfully.

"Now… how do I… Aha!" He shuffled around, keeping a grip on his captives, and sat on Tenshi's lower back.

"Gehet your fahat buhutt off me!" The blonde cried out, kicking his legs.

"No." Reuel stated simply, dragging Ichigo closer.

"Plehease, Rehuel!" The strawberry haired boy pleaded as his captor grinned mischievously.

"Please what?" Reuel asked as he trapped Ichigo's leg under his own and bent it at the perfect angle. "Tickle you? Cause I will gladly comply!"

Ichigo tried to protest again, but instead fell into a loud, squeaky laugh as Reuel scratched at his feet. He writhed on the ground, unable to escape.

Tenshi jumped at the scream beside him and started scrabbling at the ground, giggles flowing out of his mouth like a waterfall.

"Wahait, wahahait, Reuehel!" He cried as he felt a hand slide under his shirt. "Noho, noho, nohOHAHA!"

The blonde shrieked just as loud and fell into a bout of cackles. Instead of writing like Ichigo, he stiffened and clutched the red head's coat sleeve as hard as he could as Reuel's hand spidered all across his back, sending tingles up his spine.

"Told you I'd get you." Reuel grinned at their 'misery', much like how his victims had smiled not even five minutes ago.

"Don't mess with me while I work!"

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Well... This came out in one hour... And it's currently midnight... Brains, amirite?

I know this one doesn't have much tickles, sorry. I don't really know the characters enough to deduce a natural reaction for them. I'm just hopeful I got their personalities at least somewhat correct.

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys and you all have a wonderful day/night!

Next up: no idea. Hopefully that OC fic that's been in my drafts for two months... lol.

Here it is! i got no idea how to feel about the accuracy of the test...

anyway, @thelavendersquid @carrie-tate and anyone else who wants :)

1. Do this uquiz

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

@mxlilly @circus-of-horror @yourleastfavoriteguyinthechair @microsoupmouse @the-firefly-jar-system @cdcouncil

im so sorry this is the last one for now

im obv gonna do more but maybe laterHEHEHHEE

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

I have finished my Halloween picture, but I’m going to wait until October 31 to post it :)

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

no comment.........

Fuck you my child is completely fine!

The child in question: Just thinks of random tickle scenarios and head cannons for their favourite fandoms and prays for more cannon tickle content every night before bed.

Also the child in question: Has in depth-tickle fics playing in their head but won’t type them down