#ler!prism

The two ex-villains continued their interrogation on Waterboy on the floor of the breakroom. Flambae was currently sitting on top of him, preventing the poor water-hero from wriggling away. His hands roamed around his stomach, giving him belly scratches as if he were a small, playful puppy. “NohOHOHo- Noho-oHOht theeEHHEher!”

“What, got nothing to say for your actions? You too ashamed of your actions to admit you threw away my leftovers? Again?” Waterboy could only laugh desperately in response; a few snorts escaped his lips as Flambae’s hands clawed at a particularly ticklish part of his stomach. Waterboy tried to grab Flambae or Prism’s ticklish hands, but it only resulted in him flailing his arms around rather stupidly and adorably.

“I- ihihi swehehEHEear! I dihihidn’t throhoHohohow it awaAHahahay!” he pleaded for mercy. 

“Lies again? You water bitch, you should know better than to lie to ME!”, Flambae threatened. He then grabbed both of Waterboy’s hands in one of his own, rather easily, and held them up in the air. Leaving all of his torso free for torment tickles. Prism seized the moment and paused to pull out her phone to film their victim.

Waterboy’s eyes widened with panic, muttering and spilling broken syllables out in desperation for mercy. “Wa-wahahit, plu-please! Let-let’s tah-talk about this?” Flambae and Prism exchanged glances, and a devilish-like smirk appeared on both of their faces. Waterboy felt his heart drop. Oh no…

The two ex-villains eyed him down like deadly predators locking onto their prey. “Listen here, Waterbitch-babe, let’s make a deal.” Prism started, her phone pointed directly at him. “If you can make it through 3 minutes of tickling WITHOUT letting out a single laugh, we’ll let you go like this never happened.”

As if Waterboy couldn’t get any redder, the blush on his face grew as he felt the pressure of the situation. If he could get by 3 minutes of tickling without laughing, they would leave him alone. 

He nodded lightly, figuring that he probably wouldn’t be able to get any coherent words out for them to understand clearly. The smirk on Prism and Flambae’s faces only grew wider. They remained silent for a few moments, building anticipation for their victim before suddenly going downtown on his defenceless torso.

Unfortunately for Waterboy, this was going to be the worst 3 minutes of his entire SDN career.

Flambae’s right hand restrained Waterboy’s arms mid-air without room for struggle, while his other hand clawed and spidered across Waterboy’s stomach. “Coochie coochie coo, waterbitch. Is the tickling too much for you to handle? It’s okay, baby boy, just laugh it all out, and this will all be over~”  Flambae’s baby talk and teasing made the tickling much worse for Waterboy. He opted to just close his eyes, in hopes it would block out the ticklish sensations.

Prism, on the other hand, used both hands to mercilessly tickle him with killer accuracy. Her skillful hands switched between scratching and squeezing at his hip bones. But he stayed firm, puffing his cheeks out and biting the inside of his lips to stop himself from laughing.

Waterboy felt like he was going to die!

Her hands jumped from squeezing his hip bones to counting each rib one by one. And laughter and snorts flooded from Waterboy. His reaction earned devilish smiles from Flambe and Prism. “NOHOHoHoho! *snort* PLEHeheHEsae- WHahahahAHhai- *snort* whHAHAhait!” He was laughing and snorting so hard he was sure the entire dispatcher branch of the SDN could hear him!

Suddenly, the doors of the breakroom opened. “Hey, Flambae. Sorry, but I think I accidentally mistook your leftover for mine?” Blonde Blazer walked in, looking suspiciously at her, or Flambae’s, leftovers.

She looked up to the scene in front of her: two vicious villains from the Z-team ganging up on the janitor-turned-rookie-hero. Her eyes glowed a bright golden, ready to step in and intervene. But the giddy laughter from Waterboy immediately calmed her down

Gen:

You know Alice would be chill with tickling.

She strikes me as a ler-leaning switch. Alice is always ready to take someone down a peg (cough cough Flambae), but she doesn’t mind a laugh or two herself.

Lee:

43/100, not too ticklish. She does have a few decent spots, though good luck on getting to them (unless she lets you).

IMPERVIOUS to verbal teasing

She’s been conditioned by cyber-dickheads and haters to let words wash over her. You aren’t getting to her with any kind of talk unless she lets you.

Her lee moods are definitely on the rarer side, but they do happen. She can usually get Herm to help her with them (not that either of the two mind).

The whole team knows Alice is ticklish at this point, but few are willing to try and get her. She’s got a habit of turning the tables rather quickly if they do.

Worst spots are her hips and back. They get her snorting like crazy, especially if you have nails (as Malevola discovered). Feet are a lil ways behind them, but definitely still sensitive.

Favorite spot is her stomach. Alice adores tickly kisses there, as well as any kind of gentle tracing or poking. It feels so soft and domestic to her—something she isn’t used to receiving.

She doesn’t really fight while she's being tickled, but she’s definitely a wiggler. Miss ma’am CANNOT hold still, even if her life depends on it.

She’s got a really pitchy laugh, especially if you’re getting a bad spot. It jumps in octaves randomly, littered with snorts and a healthy handful of profanities.

You had better believe she wants aftercare as well. Alice knows what she deserves. Nothing makes her happier than a cup of tea or coffee (though she prefers the latter) and a good TV binge after some tickles.

Ler:

Alice has WAY too much fun messing with her lees (or victims, if you want to be accurate).

She puts her high charisma to good use, teasing the hell out of anyone she targets.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been runnin’ your mouth for the past half hour, and now nothin’?”

“Think I’m gonna have to show the team this. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this much without makin’ problems.”

“Bad spot? Mmm, fuckin’ sucks for you.”

“Did you just try an’ kick me? Ohoho, you’re gettin’ it now, bitch.”

She knows exactly how to use her acrylics to her advantage. She has that sweet-spot for pressure refined to an art, and she puts that knowledge to good use.

Her most frequent targets are Chad and Herman. Anyone is on the table though, whether it be through a request or by being annoying. As you can probably guess, Chad almost always falls into the latter category.

Of course, she’d incredibly respectful of boundaries. If you genuinely want her to stop, she will, zero questions asked.

Aftercare is also a must for her. Alice isn’t letting you out of her sight without proper hydration and something to nosh on. If you’re up for it, she’s all for a care night with the two of you afterwards (as well as anyone else who wants to join in).

We’re talking face masks, nail care, soaks, and plenty of gossip yammering. Plus, home-made nachos and guac. She’s treating you to all the works because you deserve to be taken care of.

Tickle Analysis

“Are you ticklish?”

She’ll give you a look, but she isn’t too phased. It’s more curiosity than anything, with a slight hint of plotting. “Yeah, last I checked. What about you, huh? Think I could find out?”

If y’all are close to one another, she’ll just pounce after saying that. Otherwise, she looks for an invitation.

Spot Ratings

Underarms: 30/100, not very ticklish at all. You might get a few giggles out of her, but for the most part, she can hold back her reactions.

Back: 77/100, no way she’s able to hold still. Deep laughter, and you’d better believe she's arching away from every little touch.

Stomach: 55/100, lots of giggles. She’s a sucker for little kisses or pokes along the area. If you’re looking for a way to cheer her up, here’s your ticket.

Hips: 82/100, they are BAD. It’s near impossible for her to hold still, and she is strong. Good luck keeping her down.

Shoulders: 42/100, giggles here and there. She doesn't mind massages there, though you may catch her trying to hide a smile if you're gentle enough.

Neck: 34/100, only a few giggles here and there. She doesn’t mind massages or little scratches along her neck, and you may get some squeaks if you know how to get her.

Thighs: 47/100, she will kick you. Miss ma'am cannot hold her legs still if you tickle her thighs, even though they’re not that sensitive.

Knees: 20/100, barely ticklish. She’ll grin and try to kick you off, but you likely won’t get any big reactions aside from that.

Feet: 52/100, decently sensitive. She’ll fall into a giggle fit if you poke her soles a few times, though you may risk temporary (yes, temporary) blindness for pulling that stunt.

Map of Foot Tickle Zones

Arches: 56/100, lots of giggles and twitches. Alice can’t hold her feet still if her arches are being messed with.

Between Toes: 35/100, squeaky giggles are possible. Mainly teasing her with light tickles works here, feathers or tips of fingernails.

Under Toes: 35/100, same as between them. Fingernails are your best bet, alongside some gentle pokes to her soles.

Sides: 53/100. About as sensitive as her soles are. She’ll immediately start giggling if you trace along the sides, curling her foot.

Balls of Feet: 51/100, will make her stomp her feet if she can. Very kicky spot, so watch out.

Heels: 48/100, similar to the balls of her feet. Gentle scratches get her pretty good here, might get you a snort if done right.

Ankles: 40/100, will make her twitch her foot and shove at you. She can’t help but giggle if you flutter your fingers along them.

Soles Overall: 57/100, worst spot on her foot. She wears slippers all the time around the house for a reason (especially with friends as mischievous as the Z-Team).

Scenario: Help from Herman

Alice sighed, scrolling through her feed. She’d come across one of the few lee rants from those she followed, and it had put her in a massive lee mood.

She’d invited Herm over for the afternoon to hang out (and try out a new waterproof mascara she’d found), but waiting for him to arrive was agonizing. He drove like an old lady, and Alice was fresh out of patience.

When three timid knocks finally landed on her door, Alice leapt from her couch. Herm was standing in the apartment hall, dripping water onto her doormat. A small container of home-made cake pops sat in his hands.

“H-Hey, Alice, I made— Augh!”

The soggy superhero yelped as he was practically yanked inside, taking care to deposit his cake pops on the counter before letting Alice lead him to the couch.

“I-is everything okay?” he stuttered, looking up at Alice as she shoved him onto the cushions.

Alice hummed, settling onto the couch beside him like she hadn’t just dragged Herman around. “I’m fine. Need some attention from you, though. ASAP.”

Without another word, she flopped down onto his lap, lying on her stomach. Demanding tickles like that did fluster her a bit, but the fuzzy warmth in her chest was more than worth it.

A small “ooooh” left Herman as she relaxed, his smile softening. “O-oh, okay. You could’ve just asked, y-you know I don’t mind.”

Any remark Alice might have come back with was cut off by his fingers fluttering along her spine. The woman bit her lip, giggles already rising in her throat.

“J-juhust shuhuhutihit,” she grumbled, elbowing his thigh.

Herman huffed, biting his cheek at her stubbornness. She was always good at snappy comebacks, but he had a fix for those. He scribbled along her spine with both hands, making sure to put the tips of his nails to good use.

“HEHEHEY! HEHERMAHAHAN!”