#ler!blot

Goob is helping Looey with his circus troupe training (Goob asked his sister if he could, Scraps said yes)...buuut it kinda goes south when Looey messes up and somehow gets all tangled/tied up in Goob's arms, leaving them both vulnerable in a rather adorable way. Course, Scraps, who was nearby, as well as Yatta and Blot, are rather amused, and they'll help the two...not after some well deserved tickles for such adorable messups!

Lees: Goob, Looey

Lers: Scraps, Yatta, Blot

Hope you like it! I read your headcanon's abt Looy and Goob, and I just HAD to request this. No mercy for the two silly screwballs!

🎪 “Tied Up in Giggles”

(Lees!Goob & Looey | Lers!Scraps, Yatta & Blot)

It started innocently enough.

Goob had asked his sister, very politely, if he could help with Looey’s acrobat training. He’d been excited all morning, his arms bouncing with energy (literally). Scraps, sweet but distracted as ever, just waved him off. “Sure thing, Gooby! Just don’t, y’know, accidentally glue yourself to him or something!”

Goob had laughed it off. “Hehehe, no way that’d happen, Sis!”

Famous last words.

The two were in the middle of practicing juggling techniques for Looey’s next performance. The plan was simple: Goob would help stabilize the safety ropes, Looey would balance and catch the props, and nobody would get tangled.

Reality, however, had other plans.

“Wait, Goob, I think that’s my—ah—!”

“W-Whoa—! Hang on, I gotcha—!”

“Goob, no, that’s—my—tail—!”

There was a spectacular whap, followed by a boing! and then a squeeeeeeak!

Next thing anyone knew, Looey and Goob were a pastel, stretchy, writhing knot of limbs, balloon squeaks, and apologetic laughter. Looey’s arms were tangled in Goob’s stretchy cables, and Goob’s fluff had somehow looped around the poor balloon clown’s waist like a fuzzy seatbelt.

“I—I’m so sorry!!” Goob squeaked, cheeks going pink. “I was just tryin’ to help!!”

Looey giggled nervously, trying to wiggle free, his balloon limbs squeaking and bouncing as he squirmed. “I-It’s o-okay, Goob—ah! Thahat tickles!”

“Wait, whahahat?!” Goob froze.

“You’re tickling me—!” Looey squealed as Goob’s fuzzy fluff brushed against his sides again, earning a high-pitched stream of giggles.

Goob’s own face went bright orange. “O-Oh crumbs—! I didn’t mean to!!”

“Oh-ho-ho-ho my gosh.”

Both froze as three familiar voices piped up from nearby.

Scraps stood with her paws on her hips, tail flicking in amusement. “What’d I just say about getting tangled, Goob?”

Blot just shook his head, miming a slow, exaggerated facepalm. “.syug uoy, icssalC” (“Classic, you guys.”)

And Yatta? Yatta was vibrating. “THEY’RE SO CUTE!!” she squealed, bouncing up and down. “Scraps, Blot, look—they’re like a big friendship pretzel!!”

Scraps smirked, kneeling down beside them. “Mhm. A giggle pretzel, from the looks of it~”

“Wait—” Goob started, eyes wide.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Scraps chuckled, wiggling her claws. “You two got yourselves tied up in this mess. So guess who gets to untangle you?”

Blot made a dramatic mime motion of cracking his knuckles. ".reetnulov I” (“I volunteer.”)

Looey’s face went redder than his balloon dots. “N-nohohohoho, wahahait—!”

“Yatta, grab his arms!” Scraps giggled. “I’ve got Goob!”

“Roger that!”

“HEHEHEY—W-WAHAHIT, SIS—AHAHAHA!!” Goob shrieked as Scraps’ claws dug gently into his fluffy sides. His laughter was wild and bright, echoing through the training room like little bells. “NOHOHOHO FAHAHAIR—!!”

“You two are adorable,” Scraps teased. “All tied up, all giggly—”

Yatta meanwhile had launched herself onto Looey, gently scribbling at his ribs. “Awww, lookit’ this balloon boy!! Squeaky and giggly and stuck!!”

“IHIHI CAHAN’T—YAHAHATTA—!!”

Blot joined in with mischief in his eyes, tracing delicate ink-dark fingers along the exposed part of Goob’s neck, the mime grinning behind his painted mask.

Goob squealed and doubled over, half-hugging Looey by accident. “PFFT—HAHAAA—NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!”

“Blot says he’s helping with the ‘artistic composition’ of the scene!” Yatta giggled.

“Ha! You’re all artists of chaos!” Goob cackled helplessly, his voice breaking between squeaks.

Eventually, once everyone was breathless from laughter, Scraps finally untangled the two, still chuckling.

“Next time, Goob,” she said, patting his fluffy head, “stick to hugs, not knots.”

Goob was still giggling softly, his fluff all mussed up. “Hehehe... y-yeah... hugs are safer...”

Looey puffed back up from deflation, smiling shyly. “I think... that was the funnest training session I’ve ever had...”

Yatta clapped. “Round of applause for the new dynamic duo of disaster!!”

Goob and Looey both laughed bashfully, exchanging sheepish grins.

“Guess we make a good team after all,” Goob said.

THIS IS A SFW SPACE, MOD IS A ADULT!!

Hii!! I go by Nix/Nixie/Luna! ((NOT LEENA/vsilly idm))

Blot is a lee-leaning switch! Hes 60% lee 40% ler!

He does speak backwards (mod will put it in text boxs so you know!)

This is FULLY SFW, feel free to make a ship though, inform mod first! Only mildly suggestive, SFW. ONLY.

He definitely teases but cannot handle what he dishes!!

Might add more in the future!

Notes: Sorry for inactivity! Back on for some Blot content :) I think he is a really cool toon, didn't expect a distracter out of him! Still love it, so here are some little hcs for you guys to have

And he wouldn't even need tools around him if he wanted to use them on his lee. Feathers? Feather dusters? If he can think of it, he can "make" it!

The balloon boy deserves a good laugh~ (and Ler!Yatta and Blot are underrated)

🎈 “Up, Up, and Cheer!” 🎈

(Lee!Looey, Ler!Yatta & Blot, SFW tickle comfort fluff)

It was quiet in Looey’s room today.

Too quiet.

Usually, the balloon boy would be bouncing off the metaphorical walls, floating about with wide grins and silly remarks—but today, his helium-hued head was drooped slightly, and his arms were folded glumly as he stared at the mirror in front of him.

He gently poked his cheek, then his balloon hands. He tilted his head, the crinkle of his rubbery body subtly echoing in the silence.

“Why do I gotta look so… weird...?” he mumbled.

His eyes shimmered. Not with light, but with the self-conscious doubt that only bloomed on rainy days like this.

Unbeknownst to him—two shadows tiptoed down the hallway.

“Well, this won’t do,” whispered Yatta with a frown, peeking into the cracked doorway. “!nwod si yppah toN” added Blot, shaking his head with concern.

The two exchanged a silent nod. It was time for…

Operation: Balloon Pop (of Giggles). 😌💥

“Loooooey?” Yatta cooed, pushing open the door with a practiced grin. “We brought snacks, jokes, and dangerously affectionate intentions.”

Blot trailed behind, blinking with a glint in his eye.

“!sseldnik si ecalp sihT”

Looey startled, quickly trying to wipe his eyes. “W-Whoa hey!! Didn’t know you guys were coming!”

“Mmhmm, and you didn’t know we heard you muttering,” Yatta said with playful accusation. “About looking weird.”

Blot slowly raised a hand and scribbled something on a notepad, holding it up to Looey:

“!!!em llet ot togrof uoY — etuc eb nac snoonllab ylno yltceridnI”

Yatta translated with a smirk: “He says you forgot to tell him how cute you are.”

“Wha—NO I DID NOT!!” Looey puffed up, cheeks squeaky-red.

Yatta cracked his knuckles. “Oh buddy… That’s IT. You’re going DOWN.”

Before Looey could react, Yatta lunged and tackled him onto the soft cushions of his room, pinning his wrists and grinning wickedly.

“NOHOHOH YATTA WAIT!!” Looey cackled.

Blot joined in without hesitation, crawling around behind him and pressing scribbly fingers into the sides of Looey’s balloon body, his voice echoing in backwards giggles.

“!niaga gnilgigg er’uoy ,wonk uoY 🎈”

“I CAHAHAHAN’T HELP IHIHIT!!” Looey shrieked as both Lers zeroed in on his worst spots—his underarms and that ridiculously sensitive rubbery tummy that jiggled like a balloon full of helium laughter.

Yatta beamed. “Ahhh, there’s the laughter I missed!”

“kcilct kcilct kcilct~” Blot chirped like a sound effect machine.

Looey curled up, uselessly kicking his legs as he tried to roll away. “Y-You guys—!! This isn’t faaahaair!!”

“Nope~” Yatta hummed. “This is justice. Balloon boy gets the blues? His besties blow them away with silliness.”

The tickles softened to gentle scribbles.

Looey’s giggles faded to little aftershocks and hiccups, eyes half-lidded and cheeks warm. His whole body deflated slightly—not from sadness, but relief. Safe. Loved.

“...Thanks,” he whispered. “I didn’t know how much I needed that.”

Blot nuzzled his head.

“.rehttog uoy ,yawyna uoy fo erac ekat ew sA”

Yatta pulled them both into a squishy three-way hug. “Translation: ‘We take care of you, even when you forget to take care of yourself.’”

Looey sniffled softly.

Then snorted.

“You guys are such dorks…”