#ler!mac

tickle fights + charmacden

macden

ends violently most times because mac wont call mercy when being tickled unless hes literally abt to pass out from laughing so hard, meanwhile den is a competitive asshole who’d rather die than lose in even such a silly fight. as well, dennis admittedly could care less if mac’s stubborness leads him to hurting himself. (evil ass ler)

if mac is winning, it’s kinda the complete opposite? he overthinks a shit ton and worries abt taking things too far, but dennis will call mercy (with great shame and hatred) if he’s abt to hit his limit. alot of their tk fights are caused by bets or petty arguments. starting out heated, then turning almost sweet and lighthearted when they’re both laughing their asses off like idiots, before turning heated again when they start treating it like war and not a playful fight to fix their stupid dispute. in general, they both really hate losing to each other lol

now… if you ask me abt how macden tickle fights are when they’re DATING… i have very different answers.

charden

charlie loses every time, but mainly because he’s absolutely terrible at fighting back against dennis, their tk fights are relatively silly, always initiated by dennis (which helps him always have the upper hand) and never aggressive like how macden’s are…

usually, it starts because dennis wants something from char, and tickling charlie until he agrees is suchhh an easy way for him to get what he wants. meanwhile, charlie’s fight or flight kicks in and he instinctively fights back. its always uncoordinated though, charlie tickling any spot within reach and HOPING it works.

still? dennis isnt mean or rough with charlie like he is with mac, actually taking notice for when he’s reaching his limit. i lowkey hc all of the gang has a big soft spot specifically for charlie, especially den & dee.

dennis’ strategy is to target his worst spots IMMEDIATELY and get charlie so lost in his own frantic laughter that as soon as he asks the question “have you had enough? do you give in?” charlie’s brain is so fried that he instantly giggles out a “yes!”

charmac

charmac tickle fights are the classic playful, fun, and silly tkl fights you see between good friends. 50/50 on who wins, because charlie actually knows how to fight back against mac. (they’ve been friends for so long OFC they know each others worst spots) their tk fights are always unprompted, spring of the moment and NOT mean/aggressive (which is definitely thanks to den’s evil ass not being involved.)

alot like charden, charlie doesn’t usually initiate their tickle fights. i think charmacden are a lot like how rcg are, with charlie being the least physically affectionate out of the three. yet, he still enjoys those sweet moments anyways. either way though, he isnt blindsided and can manage to turn the tables in a tickle fight against mac, especially if he get’s his tummy.

mac will sometimes pretend to lose during their tk fights because he doesn’t mind letting charlie win at all, its a fun game with charlie, not a war for his dignity/pride like with dennis lol

charmacden

group tickle fights usually end with mac and charlie teaming up on dennis. dude’s suchhhh a prick and an unfair ler so he deserves it, plus its hilarious to see such a seemingly well put together guy scream with laughter and squirm underneath them. it’s also nice that can’t turn the tables when its 2 on 1. he’s too busy laughing his ass off to fight back, or think of a way to gain the upperhand.

although… the thought of dennis somehow winning a 2v1 is insanely cute to me. one hand tickling mac’s tummy while the other get’s charlie’s hip. both of them LOST how how they managed to get in this position— while dennis is just smug as hell looking down at them.

if they are teaming up on charlie it could be for something as simple as dennis & mac sharing a glance, and suddenly tackling him. its like they have some unspoken language for when they’re both in the mood to tickle the shit out of the poor guy. again, the two of them never push char past his limitations, tkling charlie is an excuse for mac and den to have fun, because he’s really ticklish and his reactions are super funny to watch.

if they team up on mac, they’re 100% playfully bullying him the whole time. one of the only times you’ll hear teases coming from charlie, he’ll hear dennis start teasing mac and it just lights something in his brain, having to join in. tbf, mac is so easy to fluster when he’s being tickled and his laugh is probably the cutest of the three. it just makes it that much more fun to team up on him.

Or so he thought.

Mac quietly clambered through the back window, careful not to creak any steps as he snuck towards the main area. Bloo’s hearing was always on high alert this time of day, ready to pounce the moment he saw his friend.

This time, though, the roles were swapped.

Just a few more steps. Three more… two more… one…

“Oh hey, Mac! I didn’t hear you come in.”

Wilt?!

Mac jumped at the amputee’s sudden presence with a yell, shooting a half-hearted glare at him before looking back at Bloo, who was slowly turning to face him with an unreadable expression.

“Uh… hi?”

“Did you just try to sneak up on me?”

“Bloo, I-”

“Ambushing you is my thing, not the other way around!”

Mac backed away a bit as his imaginary friend’s face became more menacing, but Wilt butted in before any more could be said.

“I’m sorry, but if you two are gonna fight again, could you maybe, uh- take it to a place that's not the front door?”

“We're not fighting!” Bloo retorted. “I'm just making sure Mac knows he can't ambush me when I should be ambushing him!”

“Yeah, well, maybe I feel like getting a little revenge, since it happens every day whenever I get here!”

“It’s not as funny when you do it, though! I get all squished, while you’re just knocked over!”

“You don’t die when you’re-”

“I’m sorry guys, but could you please argue somewhere else?” Wilt chimed in again, looking a bit anxious. Bloo’s expression, though, became a lot more devious looking.

Mac gulped. He knew that face all too well… Come to think of it, the whole “argument” must’ve been a trap! Ugh, why didn’t he think of this? Bloo does it all the time!

“Nah, we’ll stop arguing, I know how to settle this better,” Bloo crossed his arms, winking in Wilt’s direction and turning to face his best friend, a smug smile spread wide across his face. Mac shrunk away on instinct, waving his hand slightly.

“Uh, heh… yeah, we’ll stop… eheh… hi, Bloo…” He managed to spill out, before bolting out of the room almost as fast as if he had eaten sugar.

“Oh no, ya don’t, buddy!” Bloo ran after him. “We still have a little something to settle!”

Mac ran as fast as he could around the ever-more-confusing house, finally diving behind a beanbag in a desperate attempt to hide from the absolute menace that Bloo was most definitely turning into. He tried to quiet his panting, heart racing as he heard his creation’s footsteps getting closer.

Until they stopped.

The boy paused, peeking out slightly from behind the beanbag.

“Alright there, champ?”

“AH!” Mac jumped back again, pushing himself right up against the wall and away from Bloo.

“Jeeheez bud, I was only being nice! You were lookin’ a little uptight, thought ya might need some liveliness!”

“No you did not! You were a hundred percent trying to scare me!”

“Eh, fair point. Anyway, where was I now? Oh yeah, tickling the snot outta you.” And with that, Bloo divebombed the brunet and the two wrestled on the ground for a little bit. Mac was fending off as many of Bloo’s little pokes as he could, whilst using his free moments to try and throw him off completely.

Until one managed to find its way to prod his side and he froze with a startled yelp.

Bloo’s smile turned into a shit-eating grin as he took advantage of the situation, rapidly poking Mac in the same spot over and over, which in turn caused the little tyke to burst out in chaotic, uneven laughter.

“Hey- waHAIT- NO! NoHohO- eHAH! Noho faHAHahAIR!”

“No, I think it's perfectly fair, considering you were gonna do something pretty darn similar to me just a few moments ago.”

“Ihi- I wahasn’t- AHa! I wasn’t gohoING to tiHIHickle yoHoU!”

“Yeah, but you were going to ambush me, so… same difference.” Bloo wasn’t even trying to relent on his pokes and prods.

There was something about both his attitude and how naturally good he was at making his creator’s brain wires short circuit that could almost make one think he was made for it, in part. He never paid any attention to it, but that little spark in his mind was always there.

Mac, on the other hand, was somehow planning his escape. Despite being tickled to a point of nearly turning to mush, his train of thought was still going, albeit intermittently.

Bloo, clearly enjoying having the advantage in the moment, decided he wanted to fluster the kid just a bit more.

“Hey buddy, I think there might be a little something you wanna tell me, hm? Somethin’ about how much- AH!”

In the heat of the moment, Mac managed to grab Bloo’s side and squeeze, causing him to yelp and retract his arms. The eight-year-old held Bloo against his chest, roughly scribbling into his midsection and eliciting the blob’s signature bouncy laughter as he wiggled around in Mac’s seemingly iron grip. Mac smiled, internally cheering at his own achievement before speaking up again.

“So, Bloo, how’s it feel to be on the receiving end?”

“AH! Noho! MahAC yohou- Nohoho! AHAha!”

“I hear you, but it isn’t making any seHENSE- HehEY!”

Bloo had managed to flip himself around, digging into Mac’s underarms quickly enough for the latter to falter and give him the upper hand once again.

“Of cohourse it didn’t make any sense, Mac! My language skills are beyond your comprehension.”

“How- HOhow is thaHAt pohohossiBLE?”

“I dunno, buddy, you’re the one who made me up! You tell me!”

“Blohoo- Ihi- AH- I caHAHAhan’t!”

“Can’t what, Macaroni? Tell me why I can speak the way I do? Or can’t handle my ULTIMATE TICKLING POWER?!”

“Ultimate tickling power? I don’t think so.”

Bloo paused, whirling around to come face to face with- World?

“HAH! You think that fabric floppy body of yours has ultimate tickling power?”

“Oh, not this. BUT-”

World bounded behind the two of them and, holding Mac by the collar of his red shirt and securing Bloo underneath his other arm, he dragged them all the way to the attic, humming and giggling to himself.

“I think we all know a place where that all changes.” He secured both in his hold as all three fell into the toybox. Bloo, though, was still cocky as ever.

“I still don’t think you could ever surmount my ULTIM- World?”

He looked over at the homemade doll, nudging it before realizing it was faceless.

“World? Buddy? Where’d you gooooooo?”

“Uh, Bloo? Maybe you should look where we’re standING-”

“What? It’s just a fluffy... picnic… blanket…”

The childish giggle that sounded beneath him is when realization struck.

“Okay, y’know what World I take it back, maybe in some ways you do have ultimate- this isn’t going to change my fate, huh?”