Has Anyone Ever Been Able To Explain Our Like... Entirely Sfw Enjoyment Of Tickling??? Because Obv People

A story about liking tickling. A small, rushed, but hopefully good story. Please Enjoy. 💜

1.) Hello. I’m a simple bystander. I have no gender, no face, no race, etc. Make that up to what you want! This story is important to me, and maybe some of you, too.

2.) But… there is one story I want to share with you, if you’ll hear me out.  I like tickling. That’s as simple as it gets! Saying those three words! Though, you know that’s not all. There are other people out there like me! People who like tickling. But they like it sexually, where I don’t. I like it in a fun, very happy, and adoring way. I love the adrenaline, the joy, no worries or fears to keep me down. Just a time to laugh! The sexual side of this community can feel these aspects of it too, but they also have other sides to it, too. Their own opinions.

3.) I’m not going to speak for that side of the community, because I’m not ON that side. I don’t know what they know, or feel what they feel about tickling as a whole. Don’t harass them, or tell them they don’t belong in this tickly community. Keep the opinions what they are: opinions! Don’t change someone who doesn’t NEED changing. I’m just trying to share a little light about our community. To the ones who are confused, lost, or needing a few answers. Again, I can’t say a lot on the sexual side… But, I can name a few things I do know. As facts.

4.) -Just because they get older or are 18+ doesn’t make it sexual. -Just because they are 18+ doesn’t make them a pedophile. You should still be careful, though. -If someone tells you this fact of tickle loving, don’t spread it like a rumor. This is special to them, and you won’t make it “easier” that way. -Boundaries. It’s good to have a word other than ‘stop’ as an option. -Don’t force someone into a tickle fight. Respect their space!

5.) This community… This is a lot of things. It’s a safe place for people who can find others to relate to. With art, with stories, with roleplays in messages, and even being able to meet one another in person! It’s hard to find where you belong in the world, sometimes, isn’t it? Everyone in the community, SFW or N//SF/W, can even have preferences on WHO it is. Someone might not like to tickle girls as much as they like it with guys, someone might not like to use tickle tools at all, some may not even be able to say the word itself! That’s all okay though! At least, to me it is.

6.) It’s very easy for someone who’s never heard of liking tickling to suddenly hear about someone who does like it. It comes up in conversation so often, more than people realize actually. Whether the conversation is about liking tickling, or tickling at all, there are always those to jump to a conclusion.

7.) It’s sometimes driven from the first interaction. If they meet one person who finds it one way, then they might assume it’s the same with everyone who likes it. “One SFW? They’re all SFW!” or “One N/SF//W? They’re all the same then!” It can make meeting new people difficult. Especially if they aren’t also into tickling, or not as much as you end up being.

8.) It can be scary! Opening up to others, tickling or any other interest people have. Just be mindful of others in the end! Don’t invade someone’s life when they haven’t invaded yours. Everyone in and outside of tickling is unique and specific, they’re all special and can have the hobbies they want!  Thank you for listening to my story. 💜

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Again: This was rushed. The facts/statements are as true as they were a few hours ago when this started, but there are other facts and stuff I wish I thought of at the time to put in. Like “Not everyone in the SFW side is going to be open to the NS//FW side”. Vice versa.

This was actually inspired by a nasty anon I noticed on someone I follow’s blog that’s 100% SFW but the anon called B.S. on that. They are SFW, and anons complaining won’t change that. 👌

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I'm developing addiction to your PJO tickle drawings but I can't help. So, what about a cute Jason/Leo ticking? Just for cheering the blond Superman <3

Yes, Jason is definitely worthy of attention

The best guy who deserves happiness

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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.

is dip smol?? or is taz just really tall????

Taz messed up… I'm sure they'll be fine

(maybe)

Dip belongs to @fluffomatic and Taz is my oc

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Do you plan on making a bio for Taz? I’d love to learn more about him/her/them!

100% doing that! I just have to finish my drawing i have planned for Halloween first

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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

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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!

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Welcome, one and all, to the 7th Annual Tickle Fandom Bloggers Squealing Santa Extravaganza!

This year's humble host for 2022 is @hypahticklish - I am so excited to carry the torch, as well as compile the archive of seasons past. I'm also beyond excited to invite our artist friends to partake in this year's festivities!! This is my first year organizing the event and I cannot wait to see all the magic our corner of tumblr is able to create.

But enough of my shmoozing - let's get on to the main event! Here are the rules that most of you know so very well (with some tweaks for our new additions):

In order to get a peice of tickle fiction or art, you must be willing to create a new peice of tickle fiction or art for someone else.

Fics should be at least 250 words (if that sounds like a lot, don’t worry, it’s only about a page double-spaced). There is no limit if you'd like to write more!

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Works should be based on prompts given by the person you are creating for.

When you sign up, include 1-5 loose prompts - can be as simple as a fandom, a pairing, a character, a scenario, or a combination of those things (Examples of loose prompts can be found here).

Once sign-ups end, we’ll send out assignments and you’ll have until December 31st to finish your piece and send it to the person you’re creating for. In turn, your writer or artist will post a piece for you also by the end of December! No one will know who is working on whose prompts until the works are published, because surprises are fun!

Use this link right here to complete your registration to this year's exchange!

Please note that the registration is conducted via Google Forms. While we have turned all email requirements off, there's still a chance it will autofill that information if you're logged in. We'd definitely recommend filling out the survey using incognito mode just in case for that reason. Should any emails be submitted accidentally, they will not be utilized or released.

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We will send you a confirmation DM once your registration has been submitted, so if you don’t receive that, contact us! We want to make sure no one gets left out due to the survey eating submissions or something similarly dumb.

You will have until midnight PST on Saturday, November 5th to sign up! After that, sign-ups will be closed! We feel that’s enough time for us to divy up the assigments and then for you to create your piece!

Remember to have your ask box or messages open, because we’ll need to communicate with you at some point to let you know who you are writing or drawing for! Assignments will go out approximately ten days after registration closes.

We hope you can join the event this year and have a blast! Until then, we’ll be waiting for you all to sign up!

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how the heckity heck did you get this done so fast???????!!!!!!!!

Hello! Here's a little fic for @serenityiskey based on her public request with Joyce and Hopper. Hope you like it!

(I am well aware it is currently October, but this was such a cute idea!)

Original Request:

PUBLIC REQUEST: I am in need of some Joyce x Hopper content. Maybe one where they are spending Christmas together and snuggling by a fire place (or heater) and reminiscing about when they were younger and Joyce could be like “I remember how sensitive you were back then” and she playfully tickles him resulting in hopper saying “as if you weren’t ticklish yourself! I always tickled you when you wanted to misbehave”

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Remember That Christmas?

Christmas time had come to Hawkins, Indiana.

The children were playing out in the cold. Shops were full of people desperately trying to buy their last few presents. Christmas lights were on and glowing as the sun slowly slipped down the horizon.

A beautiful time of the year. If you didn't mind the cold, that is.

"I got enough of this weather in Russia." Hopper grumbled, turning the heater up.

"I don't think it's below zero outside right now." Joyce chuckled, waiting for him on the couch.

He sighed and sat back down next to her. She handed him the blanket and he quickly bundled up, forcing them to sit really close to each other.

Neither of them minded, of course. After the disaster that was the past few years, they had both grown incredibly close. Closer than most of the other couples in the town.

"Do you remember our first Christmas together?" Joyce asked suddenly, pulling the blanket closer to her chin.

"If I recall correctly," Hopper tapped his fingers. "You broke up with me two weeks after it."

Joyce smacked his arm as he laughed. "No I didn't!"

"Yehes, you dihid!" He shook his head. "It wahas ahawful."

She rolled her eyes. "Ok, but I'm talking about the day itself. Not two weeks after!"

His laughter died down and he turned to her, a soft smile on his face.

"Of course I do." He said, holding her hand. "I came over to your house, petrified because I was terrified of your dad."

It was Joyce's turn to laugh. "You two ended up taking the largest tree you could find home! He loved you after that. My mom didn't though."

"She didn't? Why?" Hopper asked, completely shocked.

"Cause you both got pine needles ahall over the floor!" Joyce leaned on his shoulder, giggling at the memory. "Shehe was so pissed!"

"Oho yeah!" He chuckled. "She threatened to lock your dad outside because of it!"

"She did!"

They both laughed at the memory. It was nice to just sit and chill calmly. No monsters or impending doom.

"I also remember how ticklish you were back then."

Nevermind about the impending doom.

"Uh... What?" Hopper asked, hoping she didn't say what he thought she said.

She turned to him, a smirk on her face. "You were really ticklish!"

"No I wasn't."

"Yes, you were."

"Wasn't."

"Were."

"Wasn't!"

"Are you still ticklish?"

For the second time, Hopper was taken aback. "Guh... No."

She sat up straighter. "You hesitated."

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't!"

"Did!"

"DidIHIN'T!"

Hopper shouted as Joyce squeezed his side from under the blanket. She smiled and kept going.

"You did too!"

"Johoyce! St-Stahap!" He giggled, shifting away slightly. The blanket was in his way, so he didn't get far.

"This is adorable." Joyce's grin widened as she spidered up his ribs. "The great Jim Hopper is adorable when tickled. And is ticklish, for that matter. Who woulda thought?"

"Ahaham nohohAHAhat!" He yelped as she used her other hand to scratch his stomach

"What? Not ticklish? Or not adorable?" She shifted around to face him better and squeezed both his sides. "Cause with how this is going, both are true."

"SHUHUT UHUP!" He cackled, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away.

She yelped as she was dragged onto him, her wrists soon trapped in one of his hands.

"From what I remember," Hopper panted, smiling for a different reason now. "You were ticklish too."

Joyce opened her mouth to protest, but it was quickly replaced by loud laughter as he clawed at her stomach.

"HOHOHOP!" She shrieked, twisting in his grip. "NAHAHAT FAHAIR!"

"It's completely fair!" He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Not my fault you haven't worked out yet!"

She shook her head, too overcome by laughter to reply. Her legs kicked out, pushing one of the blankets off the couch and sending a pillow flying.

"Hope you didn't break anything with that- Woah, hey!"

Joyce lunged back, throwing all her weight on her attacker. Caught by surprise, Hopper fell onto his back, his hand slipping off hers.

She quickly turned around, sitting on his thighs, and smirked down at him.

"I have been working out." She panted this time. "And I also win."

Without hesitation, she shoved her hands under his arms, laughing as he screamed.

It was his turn to kick and flail. His arms locked to his sides on instinct and he couldn't lift them up as she attacked. Another pillow ended up flying through the air.

"Hope you didn't break anything with that." Joyce said, mimicking his gruff voice.

"OHOK, OHOHOK! YOUHOU WIHIHIN!"

Joyce stopped imidietly, pumping her fist in victory. She got off him and sat back in her original spot.

Hopper just laid there, rubbing his face. "You are a mean woman." He said, eventually sitting up.

She grinned back at him. "Or you're just too ticklish."

He huffed and rolled his eyes, fixing the blankets. They curled back up together, watching the children play outside the window.

Christmas time didn't suck, even with the cold. As long as he had someone to hang out with during the holiday.

"So... Are you still cold?"

"That's it!"

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Well, ok. This is my first tickle fic that I have ever posted, so this is terrifying.

In all honesty, I may do more Joyce x Hopper cause this was really fun to write.

Up next: an OC fic. (If everything goes according to plan)

Hope everyone enjoys!

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Hear me out:

Tyson’s relationship with the other Cyclopes is similar to mob with the body improvement club! (At least when they aren’t at war)

Like, when they are in the forge building stuff, the more senior Cyclopes will give him pointers and help him out enthusiastically.

When he made the shield-watch for Percy, all the others cheered and celebrated when he did it, clapping him on the back and looking at it. They were impressed by how he managed to make something so strong inside a small watch.

Idk, I just thought this idea was cute, and Tyson deserves happiness :)

I didn't think about such a similarity… But it's so convincing!

I love this concept, Tyson is the best boy, he actually deserves recognition!!

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