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ᯓ★ LEE HEADCANONS ★ᯓ

✮ He gets super strong lee moods and becomes a super lazy bum whenever he wants to get tickled

✮ He only lets Frisk , Papyrus , and Toriel tickle him since he ' s the most vulnerable around them

✮ As an ecto stomach truther , I think his stomach and his ribs are his worst spots

✮ Sans ' dialogue voice font thingy is what he sounds like giggling

✮ " papyrus ? what are you — eheheheheheheeheheerererereeererrerereeere . . . "

✮ His lee mood will switch up if you say or do something cocky and when you do , he turns into a real monster

ᯓ★ LER HEADCANONS ★ᯓ

✮ Learned what tickling was from Papyrus

✮ He ' s a really really lazy ler

✮ Except when you provoke him

✮ AND HOLY FUCK IS HE SCARY

✮ He mostly targets Frisk , but also gets Toriel and Papyrus occasionally .

✮ ( More of a general headcanon ) He doesn ' t use his telekinesis except for around Frisk . Especially if we're going off of a timeline where we know Frisk remembers the genocide runs completely .

✮ " you ' re not going anywhere , kid "

[ You ' re blue now ] . . . [ You beg Sans for forgiveness , but nobody cared ]

✮ Toriel ' s the main target of his ler moods he puts more effort into her than anyone else ( soriel wins )

It was another agonizingly long day. Dream dragged themselves into the base and into the kitchen, steadying themselves against the counter.

So many tasks were checked off their list, having to go against Killer and Horror to save a village- alone. Having to answer the multiverse press- basically alone, Ink was no help. Then, having to face Dust 1v1. That alone required a team of ten. Unfortunately, his duties did not end there. Dream was expected to help in rebuilding a nearby AU and then dash back to have another meeting in the Star Hall. He couldn’t remember right now. Just heal up and move out.

Forcing their weak legs into a stand, Dream hobbled over to the fridge, rummaging through for healing items.

-

“PHEW!! TRAINING WAS QUITE INTENSE TODAY.”

Swap loudly announced to no one in particular. He had worked up quite the sweat and personally believed he deserved a cold glass of lemonade as a reward. Confidently, he marched inside the base and towards the kitchen.

…Only to be met with the sight of his leader, splayed out on the floor, and an empty container in their hand.

“…DREAM-?”

“Please- don’t look at me, Swap.”

The blue skeleton kneeled down beside his (very ashamed) friend, putting a hand against their forehead. “ARE YOU UNWELL??-“ He asked gently, the poor guy didn't even know if beings like Dream even got sick.

“Stars- no- I just need a few seconds to…catch my breath.” The positivity guardian attempted to reassure their friend, moaning in a depressed manner. They put an arm over their now aching head. Today had done nothing but chew him up and spit him out, but one of their teammates seeing him in such a state was the last straw. He was tired, still hungry, and exhausted; they just wanted to lie down and cry.

Dream’s internal turmoil was interrupted when they felt themselves being hoisted up by a familiar, protective grasp. Moving their arm to see that they were being picked up by Swap, and moved to the break room. He didn’t say anything, in case Dream was still embarrassed, but gave a reassuring smile, to which Dream smiled back.

-

“NOW- WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXPLAIN WHY YOU WERE LAID TO WASTE IN FRONT OF THE FRIDGE-?”

Swap teased the other lightly, rubbing their arm as they leaned onto his shoulder. The royal guard had moved Dream to their cozy break room, two ice-cold glasses of half-drunk lemonade standing on the table. Dream stared into one of them, watching how the warm sun shone through the sweet liquid. Swap's glass seemed half full, and theirs seemed half empty. They laughed quietly at his joke, and Swap internally cherished the sound, having not heard it in much too long. Dream then answered without looking up at the other. “I suppose my lack of energy got the better of me this time, not to mention my most recent activity was getting my ass kicked by Dust.”

“DREAM!-“

“Oh- aha- sorry, Swap!!”

The taller skeleton gave the light guardian a friendly glare, crossing his arms and huffing. “IT’S ALRIGHT. . .THIS TIME. TRY TO REFRAIN FROM SUCH VULGARITY-“

The light guardian couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, patting their companion's hand. Dream sighed quietly, legs curling up into their chest. The positive guardian’s smile slowly fell off his face, a more melancholy look replacing their usual glow.

“Things have just been…rather stressful lately. We’ve been so spread thin, I’ve barely had time to sleep- eat- sit down. . .”

Swap’s eyesockets softened, meeting Dream’s eye lights as they looked up at him.

“I’m just so tired, Swap.”

Dream hid their face in their arm suddenly, honestly surprising themself with…tears? He hadn’t remembered the last time he cried. Trying to keep up the positive act was so extremely exhausting; all they wanted was a break.

As if his prayers were answered, Dream felt two strong, comforting arms wrap around him. They peered out from their arm-barrier, Swap staring down at them lovingly. His eyelights glanced towards the lemonade glasses, and as if reading Dream's earlier thoughts, he spoke.

"YOU SHOULD ALWAYS HELP OTHERS OUT, FILL UP THEIR GLASSES WHEN THEY NEED IT. HOWEVER YOU CANNOT DO THAT WHEN YOUR OWN GLASS IS HALF EMPTY. YOU CANNOT GIVE WHAT YOU DO NOT HAVE, SO TAKE THE BREAK YOU NEED, AND SOMEONE LIKE ME CAN REFILL YOUR GLASS FOR YOU!!"

Dream stared back up at Swap, eyesockets watering more than before.

“SO CRY AS MUCH AS YOU WISH, DREAM. I’M STILL HERE.”

The guardian blinked in surprise. However, they didn’t object, shoving their face into Swap’s scarf and sobbing quietly. It felt nice to be able to let loose. To be vulnerable.

Dream had no idea how long he cried. It was a while, and then at some point it just drifted into sniffling and hiccuping, and soon they just lay in the Royal Guard’s arms. Feeling his chest rise and fall, feeling Swap hold his breath every time they shifted slightly, feeling. . .

Safe. Protected. Relaxed.

“I think I’m feeling a little better now. Thank you.”

“ALWAYS, FOREVER, AND ANYTIME, DREAM!” Swap beamed, looking down at his friend once more. Their soft smile, now shy eyelights, when an idea bloomed in his head. “SAY…YOU HAD MENTIONED BEING LOW ON ENERGY, YES? PERHAPS YOU SHOULD TAKE A NAP?”

“Ah, no- I certainly could not!! I still have so many tasks to complete and-“

“THOSE CAN WAIT.”

An eerie tone took over his words as his hug tightened more around Dream’s waist. “I HIGHLY SUGGEST THAT NAP, DREAM!!”

“Wh- Swap, I told you, IeHEHEHE-“

Dream shot up straight at the sudden sensation crawling up their spine. Swap’s gloved hand dug gently between their shoulder blades. The Golden Guardian choked out a noise that sounded like the secret love child of a snort and a hiccup, wriggling in Swap’s arms and smacking his shoulders lightly. “Swahap!! SWAHAHAP!!-“ They tittered, nervous giggles increasing in volume fast. “Gohoodness NOHO NOHOT THAT!!”

“NOT WHAT? THIS-?”

The Blue skeleton crept his hands to the sides of their ribs, chuckling when Dream tried to bend backwards out of his hold. Their laugh turned wobbly and uneven, arms curled in towards their chest.

“Ihihi’m starting to consider the nahahap!!!” They half-joked, giddy laughter rising as Swap lifted them into his lap and turned them to face away from him.

“MHMM, REALLY NOW? WELL, IT’S A TAD TOO LATE TO CHANGE YOUR MIND, I’M AFRAID!”

His hands crawled from the back of their ribs to their front, Dream shaking their head and averting their eyes from the absolutely horrible sight before them.

“Swahahap-!! Swap!!-“ They warned, daring to peek down at his hands.

The larger skeleton’s fingers stood positioned right beside their hips, wriggling threateningly. Dream’s face flushed as they kicked and even gently grabbed onto Swap’s wrists, like preparing for a drop at a rollercoaster.

“SAHANS UNDERSWAP!! Do NOHoT!!”

“DO NOT..WHAT-?”

“TihicklE ME-WAIWAIWAIT HALT-“

“OH MY.. IF YOU INSIST!!”

Upon Dream’s “command”, Swap’s hands dug into their hips, massaging the weak point and occasionally tapping against the bone. Dream chortled, folding forward, waving their hands, and occasionally covering their face.

“STahahARS!! SwahahapPLEHEA—snort—NOHOT THERE!!! AHANYWHERE ELSE—snort— I'LL SLEEPJUSTNOTTHERE!!”

In mock thought, Swap brought one of his hands up and tapped his chin in 'thought'. “I DUNNO. YOU SEEM TO BE HAVING QUITE A BIT OF FUN!!”

“SwahahapppleHEAASEEE!!”

Upon Dream’s very heart-wrenching pleas, Swap would let up, instead opting for a gentle scratching at their ribs. Carefully, like you would a cat. “OH- SORRY, DREAM! IS THIS BETTER?” He asked.

“mhmhehehe- mhmuch behetter, goodness. . .”

With a relieved sigh, Swap leaned back into the couch again, allowing Dream to rest on him as he moved the comforting, light tickles against their back and spine. After a few quiet minutes of allowing them to calm down and get comfortable again, he glanced down at his friend to check up on them. “HOW ARE YOU FEELING NOW, DREAM? READY TO GO BACK OUT? Oh-“

Lo and behold, Dream was fast asleep. Worn out from the day, from crying, and the short tickle session. The taller skeleton smiled sweetly down at his friend, using his blue magic to close the blinds and pull a blanket over them both.

“SWEET DREAMS, DREAM.” He chuckled softly.

-

Alphys:

I think she's 100% got a secret tickle blog, okay. I think she is an easily flustered lee. 100% lee, maybe 95% at LEAST.

Would rather die than admit she has a tickle blog. It's a very popular blog, though. Mostly posts fics and anime scenarios, sometimes posts irl-type tickle stuff she wishes would happen to her.

She can't even say the word, she stutters around it or avoids it entirely with synonyms ("feels weird" ect). Mettaton lightly teases her about it.

The kind of person who can't watch tickle scenes without blushing and looking away. Rewatches them over and over in private, but screamed so loud and died inside when Undyne walked in on her once.

She's got really cute high-pitched giggles that sometimes slip into a snort that embarrasses her. She'll let out a surprised little squeak about it and try to cover her face. VERY succeptible to teasing of any kind.

Ticklish just about everywhere, but her stomach and ribs are just a tad worse. She'll sometimes try to curl up when these spots get targeted.

Gets targeted the most by Mettaton (before he was too busy as a star) and Undyne. Sometimes targeted by the amalgamates when they're feeling playful.

Cannot tickle someone else to save her life. She gets too flustered after only a few seconds. Her claws would probably be deadly if she could just lock in.

Undyne:

100% a ler. She's in it to win it. She loves grappling and playfighting, and she's strong enough to pin someone in only a few seconds.

She'll use her claws to scribble around at any vulnerable spots wildly, but will also squeeze with her strong hands. Can be a little rough at times, but never enough to hurt anyone.

She's incredibly good-natured about it. The caveat is that she will comment on any noises the lee makes and will lightly mock them for being unable to defend themselves against such a silly assault.

She's not afraid to bring up their devastating loss in front of others, ESPECIALLY if they give her an attitude. "Huh?? What that, punk!? Maybe I need to scratch your ribs and remind you who the tougher one between us is!" Keep going and she'll demonstrate.

Loves to Target Alphys, because she is cute. Loves to target Papyrus, because "it's training, you have to be ready for anything!"

She's not very ticklish, but that doesn't mean she's invincible, either. The webbing on her ears and her neck can get a chortle out of her just before she snatches you for revenge.

Will let Alphys tickle her, because she only lasts for a few seconds before getting flustered.

Did find Alphys' tickle blog once. She thought it was cute. But she thought Alphys getting super flustered about it was even cuter (and kind of hilarious).

Overall she just thinks tickling is fun and kind of cute. She likes that there's a cheat code for making people laugh.

One of her favorite ways to cheat at playfighting is to use her magic to summon those arrows. They'll poke at a lee from every direction and weaken their defenses enough for her to finish pinning them and REALLY go to town.

Mettaton:

He likes to pretend he's strictly a ler. He got cocky because of his base robot form's high defenses rendering him almost invincible, which meant he could launch playful attacks with no revenge. That changed when he got his new body, but we'll get to that later.

He loves tickle hugs. He can stretch his arms reeeeeeeeal long, which will wrap around his lee to prod at sensitive spots in reach. He'll coo at their reactions all the while, and he's plenty strong enough to keep them from collapsing, which means that you can't escape him. He just thinks all those squeaks and squeals are soooo precious!

He'll sometimes tickle someone on camera with a quick prod to the side, a finger slid up the back, just for a quick smile for the camera. He prefers the bigger attacks off-camera, because he wants to keep all of those adorable reactions all to himself.

His magic can make little tickly shocks, but his hands are also capable of vibrating. It's exactly as effective as you'd think.

Overall stronger than he looks, and more than capable of keeping someone trapped for tickles.

BUT. When it comes to his EX body, he is VERY much vulnerable to tickles. He even surprised himself with how sensitive he suddenly was. He doesn't HATE it, which surprised him.

His most sensitive spots are all clustered around his soul. Stomach, hips, and thighs. These spots make him squeal and babble nonsensical pleas of mercy. He's ticklish all over, but these spots in particular get him badly.

You can make him flustered enough to short out if you return his exact style of teasing: cooing over how cute his reactions are. point out how his tickle laugh is more cackly than his TV practiced laugh and he'll weakly hit your shoulder.

Sans:

He's a little too lazy to be a very effective ler. He prefers to be opportunistic rather than like. Hunting his lee. He'd rather tag someone when they were sleeping or otherwise distracted.

As such, his tickles are actually pretty gentle, all things considered. Sometimes he gets a good squeeze in, but poking and prodding are his preferred methods.

He thinks wake-up tickles are funny because he likes to watch their expression change from being peacefully asleep to confused to helplessly giggly. He thinks the helpless confusion is kind of cute and hilarious, especially when they're waving their arms around uselessly or giving sleepy little pleas of mercy.

Puns. He makes SO many puns while tickling. "Hey, I'm just ribbin' ya." While prodding at their ribs. "Was the joke that... side-splitting?" While skittering on their sides ect ect.

Usually just targets Papyrus. Later targets Toriel (or tries to, at least).

Is surprisingly difficult to get revenge on. Because of the warping thing. If you take too long to recover and lose sight of him, he's GONE. If his lee wants any chance of immediate revenge, they have to snatch him up immediately.

He tries to play it cool when he's finally cornered or caught for revenge. Don't be fooled. He's panicking SO hard on the inside. He's easy to catch if you sprint at him before he gets off-screen. He doesn't like to run.

Anyway. If you wanna destroy him immediately, go for his ribs. He'll slip into an almost silent wheezy laugh. His spine is also a spot that can get him wheezy.

He'll squirm around, but he won't otherwise fight back. For how ticklish he is, he's surprisingly good natured about it. He'll try to wheeze out a pun or two (as long as you aren't on his ribs).

Sensitive to softer textures, like feathers or fur.