#ler!isabela

I know it's a popular headcanon that she's either insanely ticklish or not that ticklish but honestly I'd say she's moderately ticklish. About average.

Isabela's worst spot is definitely her ribs - there's something about them that just drive her insane idk. Other spots include her thighs, feet and her hands.

In my head I definitely think Isabela prefers to ler than lee - she much prefers the act of tickling to being tickled. Although when she was playing abuela's pretty princess she would have to drag her victim into her bedroom before she could attack them - otherwise she'd be scolded for engaging in such 'childish behaviour'.

That being said, she is absolutely the meanest ler in Casita and all should fear the flower girls wrath.

This woman can control vines and you really think she won't use that power for evil? Fools.

The only people she'll actually let tickle her are her Mami and Papi. Luisa and Mirabel occasionally get a pass but only if they're in the safety of her bedroom.

Isabela's laugh is not what you'd expect. When playing senorita perfect she had this perfect quiet giggle she'd put on, but she straight up cackles and it's completely unexpected.

She doesn't hide her cackle anymore post-film and it soon becomes one of her distinguishing traits.

Has perfected her nails to be the optimal tickling tool. Also they're stabby for when she needs to fight Camilo for the last arepa. But they're still perfect for tickles.

She will show her nails off when threatening someone with tickles just bc she knows the power they hold.

Dolores

Surprisingly not that ticklish. People would expect her to be for some reason, but she finds it funny when people try to sneak attack her and it doesn't work.

Her worst spot is actually her ears. They're not just sensitive to sound - they're incredibly sensitive to even the lightest sensation. Blowing on them makes her squeal loud enough to make herself cringe.

Dolores is also one mean ler, although that's mainly because she managed to acquire two very mischievous younger brothers. She doesn't ler very often though - unfortunately the laughter can hurt her ears.

That doesn't mean she won't tickle her two brothers to tears whenever they try to prank her though. Ear plugs were invented for a reason.

Especially Camilo. Antonio is very small and very precious - Camilo is just a little shit.

Speaking of Camilo - she will absolutely rat him out whenever he does something tickle worthy. Even though she can't listen to it, she has a sixth sense for when he's getting up to mischief worth a playful punishment.

Giggles for days. When you do catch her in a sensitive spot and it's not a major overload she just has these very quiet bubbly giggles. Mariano will become well acquainted with them as they start dating.

She often has to be the one to inform the family that a few people might be late due to an impromptu tickle fight. She really doesn't mind.

She is also responsible for ratting out anyone who's in a lee mood. She just knows. Lees beware - she's ratting you out to any ler nearby.

She may be cute but she's the devil. Don't trust her. At all.

Luisa

Not ticklish at all. Clearly Isabela and Mirabel split the ticklish spots she should have gotten bc this hot buff lady feels NOTHING.

And as such, Luisa is an absolutely overpowered ler.

Despite having the ability to wreck her lees to tears and back, Luisa actually prefers softer, gentler tickles. She's very tender, likes to cradle her lees like babies in one big arm as she tickles their torso.

Despite popular belief, Camilo is one of her favourite lees. He will climb her like a tree and she'll just drag him down for some soft tickles and cuddle time.

She will definitely take her sisters down a notch though, and she likes to attack all of her cousins. She doesn't really tickle the adults though - too much respect for authority. She'll restrain if asked - she's always a willing accomplice.

It's 50/50 whether she'll protect a fleeing Lee or betray them - she likes to keep them on their toes lmao.

Despite not being ticklish, Luisa will laugh at her lees. It's not a cackle like Isabela though - she has this very warm, soothing chuckle. It doesn't feel like she's laughing at you maliciously, it feels like she's laughing fondly.

She is just so soft and gentle in general, be still my beating heart. She treats all her lees like they're made out of delicate glass and cradles them so gently in her arms it's honestly precious. Also unrelated to tickling but she is absolutely a cuddlebug. You hug her she ain't letting go until she's satisfied. You are stuck.

Not that anyone's actually complaining. Luisa cuddles are a hot commodity. Everyone wants Luisa time.

Luisa will not let her lees go until she's certain they're 100% recovered. This girl will carry you around and fetch you water, snacks, heck she'll even wrap you up in a blanket and let you nap if you want. She loves being able to provide - thats the whole reason she likes being a ler.

Camilo

Holy God all of the nerves Dolores should have received went to Camilo. Easily the most ticklish out of the cousins, no doubt.

Most ticklish on his tummy, but this poor guy is basically a walking tickle spot. He definitely got bullied as a kid lmao.

Camilo is the definition of a lee. He can't say the word tickle, blushes when it's mentioned, doesn't fight back but gets shy when he's called out on it...

You've got to think as well for 10 years he was the only boy. Easy target. Man was basically destined to be a lee.

He's also a colossal brat - yes he can be incredibly sweet at times and knows when to tone it down but he plays so many practical jokes and stuff that it's easy to find a reason to wreck him.

He's got a very cute laugh as well which only makes it more fun - it's full of squeaks and squeals. And he always gets hiccups afterwards - every single time.

He doesn't change into a different person every time he hiccups - it's worse in his opinion because it changes his nose. One hiccup he'll have his own, then he'll hiccup and his nose will go from Bruno's to abuela's to Felix's to Isabelas. Just his nose.

If he's hiccuping you know he's just gotten the tickling of his life - he literally never hiccups otherwise. So he just gets poked and prodded and he whines before hiccuping again. It's hard not to laugh when watching his nose cycle through 9 different sizes and shapes.

His favourite lers are Luisa and Pepa and Felix. I don't think his parents surprise anyone lol, they're just so playful and bright and just fun. However he also really likes Luisa because it's a way for him to relax and just vibe. He's not screaming with laughter nor is he being physically restrained beyond lifted - it's just soft pleasant giggly cuddles tbh. It's a nice break from the chaos of the day.

Sometimes a guy just needs to be babied and Luisa is all too happy to do that for Camilo. What can he say? (She also gives him head pats and Camilo is a weak man.)

Mirabel

Also moderately ticklish, Luisa was clearly just a fluke. Interesting to note that where Mirabel is ticklish, Isabela is not, and where Isabela is ticklish, Mirabel is not.

Definitely has a ticklish tummy, but the backs of her knees are her worst spot. She also has a very sensitive neck, and her bob doesn't help matters.

Hands down Mirabel is a switch. Mirabel will attack anyone and everyone, but is also not opposed to being attacked.

Mirabel is incredibly observant - she will note down all your weak spots. She has a notebook of all of her cousins and sisters ticklish areas. It's like science.

Everyone fears Mirabel when she gets into a ler mood. Everyone.

She once chased Camilo around the house for 30 minutes before Luisa got tired and tripped him up for her. Woman has no mercy in her body.

Has no problem asking for tickles when she wants them. Her papi and Luisa are her favourite lers because it's just so soft and nice. I can't headcanon Agustin as malicious tickler at all lmao.

Julieta is her second favourite only because her nails make everything ten times worse lmao. She's very similar to Agustin and Luisa but the nails.

God this girl is a demon for teases holy hell. She knows just what to say to get her lees whining and squealing and its honestly frightening.

What do you mean she doesn't have a power? This girl is tickle monster incarnate.

There isn’t usually an order in which they sit in, first come first serve. Isabela finds herself seated beside her younger cousin, Camilo. She can already expect this mealtime to be somewhat of an annoyance, but nothing she isn’t used to dealing with.

She sits down in her chair, adjusts her dress to be more comfortable and looks forward at the rest of table, a delicious meal sits upon it.

She can almost hear her cousin drooling beside her at the sight of all the food, she looks at him to observe the hunger in his eyes. She, and the rest of the family, knew of his love for food and that his shapeshifting gift takes a lot of his energy, which requires him to eat quite a fair amount for someone his age.

“Please try and save some for the rest of us,” Isabela comments quietly, loud enough for him to hear but not Abuela who is about to begin her usual mealtime speech. He chuckles.

“Got to be faster to grab what you want,” he grins to his older prima. “Not my fault you usually take 10 minutes to pick something.”

“I do not take-“

“Ahem.” Abuela clears her throat to grab the attention of her grandchildren, reminding them that she is talking. Isabela smiles sheepishly, switching her focus to Abuela. She listens.

Abuela continues talking about plans for the days ahead and what the family can do to help the community with these events.  Isabela is listening intently; she doesn’t realise that her mischievous cousin has shifted into someone beside her.

It is only when she feels a gentle tap on her arm that her attention is stolen, she turns to her cousin with a look of irritation but is immediately startled by the sight of Mariano grinning back her.

“Stop! You little-!” Isabela exclaims, forgetting where she was. This of course interrupts Abuela once more.

“Isabela.” Her stern voice speaks from the end of the table. Isabela gasps in realisation and quickly returns her attention back to her grandmother, who doesn’t look impressed. “You are usually not one to be causing such disruption at the table. Please. Let me finish.”

She quickly turns back to her cousin, ready to defend herself against his antics, but Camilo has already shifted back to himself, sitting respectfully like he hasn’t just been poking fun at her. Isabela shoots him a look that could kill before she responds to Abuela.

“Lo siento, Abuela.”

She nods then continues. Isabela is highly annoyed, especially since she hears the small snicker of the shapeshifter beside her.

“Yeah, Isabela,” he whispers to himself, but making sure she could hear him. “Stop disrupting at the table.”

That was it.

Isabela glares daggers towards her cousin, looking him straight in the eye that was quite intimidating if he was perfectly honest. He takes that as his cue to stop.

However, Isabela has other ideas in mind. She slyly brings her hand under the table, creating some vines using her gift that slowly approach the feet of her primo.

Camilo sits, half listening to Abuela, half thinking about which food he is going to eat first. It all looks so good! He wishes he could just dive in now and enjoy his tía’s amazing cooking-

SQUEAK.

His eyes were wide of the involuntary noise that just escaped him, which also captured the attention of everyone around the table. He stares back at them all, just as confused as they were where that sudden sound came from or why it happened.

“Sorry… heh,” he reaches for the glass of water that sits in front of him. “Hiccups, I guHEHess.”

Something was definitely wrong, however it’s only when he waits for Abuela to continue he checks what’s going on with him. Was there something on his foot? It suddenly felt ticklish.

He looks under the table and his eyes immediately widen with horror. There are vines wrapping around his ankles and wiggling on the bottoms of his feet. His head shoots up and shoots a look to his prima, who was giving him the most sinister look she could.

His eyes pleaded to stop but her eyes gave no mercy in return. In fact, the vines started to wiggle a bit faster.

The sudden ticklish feeling causes a couple of involuntary giggles to pour from his mouth which he quickly tries to conceal with his hand.

“Camilo!” Abuela snaps. “Please get control of your hiccups, I will not have any more interruptions. Lo entiendes?”

“Si Abuela,” he gives the most forced casual smile, trying to pretend his feet weren’t under attack under the table.

Isabela was loving this. “Yeah, Camilo,” he heard her whisper to herself. “Stop interrupting.”

Well, this was karma at it’s finest. Camilo couldn’t even argue that he didn’t deserve some sort of payback from her, but why did it have to be this?

Focus on Abuela.

Focus on Abuela.

Don’t laugh.

Camilo could feel the heat rise to his face as it begins to turn a bright shade of red. This was torture, he just wants to laugh but Abuela was already at her limits with them. He will just let her finish then he can try and free himself.

But why did this speech seem like the longest speech she has ever given?!

He tries to move his feet, without causing a disruption that would raise suspicion. The vines were very persistent. They just follow his feet with him, not stopping their wiggling against his sensitive feet.

They even start to crawl along the tops of his feet, which isn’t as ticklish but still raises his struggles to keep a straight face. He swears he can feel tears pricking at the side of his eyes, he isn’t sure if that’s because he wants to laugh or because of the situation he is currently in.

Either way, Isabela doesn’t seem like she is stopping anytime soon, and his legs began to twitch involuntarily at the sensations.

He needs to stop these vines, his eyes search for something on the table he can use as a distraction. A fork! That will work. He grabs the fork and purposely drops it on the floor. Nothing suspicious about reaching down for a fork that he dropped is there?  

He didn’t care.

He reaches down and lets out a couple of quiet laughs under the table before he attempts to try and pry them away from his feet.

Isabela hears the quiet laughs and smirks to herself. This revenge is sweet.

He’s unsuccessful in his attempts to remove the vines and his absence has already been noticed by his mamá.

“Camilo?”

SMACK.

“Ow!” he rubs the sore spot now on the back of his head which came in harsh contact against the table when he was startled from under it. “Yes, mamá?”

“What are you doing, miel?”

“I d-dropped my fORk!” His voice was breaking after every word he speaks which isn’t picked up on. He hopes anyway.

“Not a problem, sobrino!” Agustín reaches over with a fresh new fork for him. “I got a spare right here.”

NO.

“T-Thanks,” Camilo spoke through his teeth. Damn it. 

“Now then, if we are all happy with our tasks. Let us eat.” Abuela finally announces, taking her seat and begins her meal along with the rest of the family seated.

Dolores, being able to hear everything, gave a look to her cousin. “I think he’s had enough.”

“I don’t.” Isabela replies coldly, looking to her primo who was giggling behind his hands. In fact, she decides to go in for the kill, she now uses her vines to tickle around his toes.

He finally breaks.

“ahAHAHA! NO!” He slams his head onto the table, his shoulder shaking with laughter.

“Something funny?” Isabela asks, sarcasm dripping in her tone.

“Camilo, what is going on with you?” Pepa asks, her confusion is written all over her face and the cloud that is starting to form above her head.

He is too busy laughing to answer her and manages to fall out of his seat. 

The confusion in everyone’s faces is a dead giveaway that they still have no idea what is happening.

Camilo was tired. Very tired. The shapeshifter had just gone through a whole day of babysitting for numerous different mothers within the village today and he felt the pressure of the constant shifting.

He approached Casita with a big yawn and his usually slouch posture seemed doubled. He should be just in time for dinner, which he was looking forward to after the long day he just had. His powers made him hungry, a lot more than the typical growing boy pains of a teenager.

His journey to the kitchen area had been halted by the commotion he heard on the top of the stairs; his brow raised looking up in the direction of the noise but couldn’t quite see what was happening.

“I’ll teach you a lesson, Tonito!” he heard a voice sounding very much like Mirabel’s call out, in which he then heard his little brother scream in response. What was happening?

Curiosity got the better of him and his big brotherly instinct kicked in, wanting to make sure his brother’s wellbeing. A second voice was then heard. “You think it’s funny to mess with us, do you?”

Was that Isabela?

Camilo finally reached the top of the staircase, looked down the corridor just outside of his own bedroom, and saw his brother Antonio being tickled by their cousins Mirabel and Isabela. The ‘screams’ he had heard when approaching up the stairs were simply screams of laughter. That made more sense and Camilo could only chuckle at the wholesome sight.

“What did you do, hermanito?” he questioned, leaning against the railing. This at least allowed the two girls to pause their tickling to look up at the new face, giving Antonio a break.

“Hola, Camilo,” Mirabel greeted cheerfully, while Isabela gave a small wave in acknowledgement to her younger primo. “We were teaching this little rascal what happens when he tries to mess with us!”

Antonio went back into more giggles as Mirabel tickled his tummy.

“He tried to pull a prank on us,” Isabela explained, turning her attention back to the giggling child. “But it didn’t work, did it?”

“Camilo, help!” Antonio pleaded through his giggles.

Camilo lifted his hands up in response, “sorry, Antonio! This is what happens when you get caught.”

“I assume it’s you who has been teaching him these pranks?” Isabela questioned, turning her attention to him.

“What makes you say that?” Camilo asked, eyebrow raised by the accusation.

“You’re always pulling pranks on the rest of us.”

“She has a point,” Mirabel added, stopping her tickling and cuddling Antonio instead. “You’re a bad influence.”

“OK, first of, when did this become about me?” Camilo asked, feeling attacked by his cousins. “Second, there is a big difference between me and my little hermanito over there and that is that I never get caught.”  He seemed very proud of his statement, crossing his arms across his chest, while his cousins stared at him briefly with unamused expressions.

“You do sometimes!” Antonio spoke. “I’ve seen it, especially from Dolores.”

“Oh yeah… well, you’re lucky. You only got the tickle treatment.” Camilo scoffed with an eye roll. “Talk about favouritism.”  

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mirabel questioned.

“If I do something, you guys always try and throw things to hit me with.” He pouted, rubbing his arm as if he subconsciously felt an item thrown at him.

“So… you want to be tickled too, is that it?” Mirabel gave a smile that seemed innocent but screamed mischief. Camilo was taken back by this question.

“Pfft, no! I never said that.”

“But you implied it. Our little primo saw his brother getting tickled and got a little jealous, right?” Isabela teased, pushing herself up off the floor and strolled towards Camilo, who tried not to be intimidated by the sudden approach.

“That’s dumb and completely not what I said,” Camilo noticed Mirabel gently helped Antonio up and stand by her sister’s side as they approach the shapeshifter. “I’m out of here.”

He turned on his heels and was about ready to head off back on his journey to the kitchen when a small giggle from Antonio stopped him. He suddenly felt nervous.

A small whisper behind him… “Get him.”

That was enough for Camilo to take off running down the corridor, hearing two sets of footsteps chasing behind him and Antonio laughing at the situation his brother was now in.

He was unable to reach the stairs at first, so he ran around the top floor of the house a second time to try and make his escape downstairs. However, Dolores, curious to what all the ruckus was about, had stepped out of her room right at the exact moment Camilo was going to pass and crashed right into her, falling backwards onto the ground.

His face had morphed oddly due to the collision, in which he gave a shake of his head to correct himself, now looking up sheepishly at a confused and now irritated sister.

“What is going on out here?” She demanded in her usual quiet tone.

“Uh…” Camilo began, then immediately remembered why it was he was running in the first place. Unfortunately for him, the girls managed to catch up and pounce on the already downed shapeshifter. “Aye!”

“Gotcha!” Mirabel said, already pinning down the struggling boy.

“Can we talk about this?” Camilo asked, not willing to go down without a fight. “Aren’t we a little old to be doing this kind of thing?”

Mirabel and Isabella exchanged a glance between each other before the older sibling waved her hand and brought out some vines to wrap around his wrists and pull him back down onto the floor. He squeaked, surprised by the sudden movement.

“No,” they both answered in unison, before they immediately set to work.

Both reached for a side of their primo and scribbled their fingers up and down, Camilo couldn’t even contain any laughter as it burst out of him almost instantly. “Wahahahait! Coohome on!” he tried squirming out of the hold of the vines that restrained his wrists. “Nohoho fair! I didn’t dohoho anything!”

“Yeah… but you’ve been asking for this for a long time,” Mirabel teased, now dancing her fingers across his stomach which earned a loud squeak, more giggles pouring out of him as he tried to twist away.

“Stohohohp it!” his legs began to kick in fruitless effort.

Dolores had to cover her ears from the sudden outbursts of laughter and squeaks her brother was making. She was amused by the fun they were having but it was too much for her sensitive hearing, so she vacated herself back into her soundproof room.

“I never remembered you being this ticklish, Cami,” Mirabel commented, pausing her tickles for a moment. It did nothing for him though, as Isabela was still skittering her fingers along his ribs. He couldn’t even respond to her through his giggles.

“Oh, I do.” Isabela answered for him. “Tía Pepa used to tickle him all the time when he was younger, you could hear him screaming all through the Casita! And, if I remember right… he had a spot.”

“Ooh! Where’s the spot?” Mirabel grinned down at her primo who suddenly went wide eyed with panic.

“There wasn’t a spot! She’s lying!” he tried to defend, but the evil expression upon his prima’s face told that she knew exactly where it was. Unfortunately for him, that spot just happened to be exposed due to the vines keeping his hands down above his head.

There was no negotiating with this woman, he groaned and leaned his head back. “Come on…”

“It was … right… here!” Isabella tickled right under his arms, and he lost it.

“AYE! NO POR FAVOR!” Camilo screamed, hysterical laughter immediately taking over. He was twisting and squirming away so much that Mirabel couldn’t help but laugh along with him, watching her sister tickle him. “Plehehehehease! I cahahahan’t!”

“What is going on up here?” came Pepa’s voice over the laughter, which immediately halted the tickling. Camilo gave a huge sigh of relief and tried catching his breath.

“Hola, Tía,” Mirabel greeted, “we were just tickling Camilo because he said he wanted to be.”

“I did not!” The shapeshifter groaned.

“Aw, how sweet. I remember tickling my little Camilo when he was small. He was so cute.” Pepa smiled.

“Mami, don’t encourage this, por favor.”

“Oh, I’m sorry mi amor,” Pepa grinned, not meaning it at all and was prepared to leave without a word, much to the annoyance of her still trapped son.

“So… you guys gonna let me up now?” Camilo asked sounding VERY tired now.

“Oh, by the way!” Pepa then returned. “If you blow a raspberry on his belly, he laughs super hard.”

There was a big silence….

“MAMI!” Camilo cried at this sudden betrayal, feeling his shirt being raised and lips pressed down blowing a huge raspberry on his stomach. “NOHOHOHOHO!”