Do U Think It Shall Come Back? Uvu Wonday

Just found out my knees r ticklish!!..

*Bangs fist on table* lee Frida! Someone needs tickle that small gal!

Fr thoughhh

Colorful Day

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--Just a happy little day--

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|Lee - Frida -- Ler - Harriet|

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(Characters may be OOC since I haven't watched the reboot JUST yet! So, I do apologize if anything seems a little off)

"Ready, Fri??" Harriet asked, hovering her wiggly fingers above Frida's sides.

"Kihinda?.." Frida chuckled slightly, curling up a bit.

How did this happen you may ask? Well, Frida was currently in a lee mood, and who better to help ya out? Why, your best friend of course!

"Great!" Harriet then started to (gently) tickle Frida's sides.

"EEP-- pff-- eehehehehehehe--!" Frida giggled softly, holding onto Harriet's wrists.

"Awh! Listen to them giggles!" Harriet pointed out

"Nohoho--! Dohohon't pohohoint it ohout!" Frida giggled a little bit louder.

"But whyyyy?~"

"Dohon't you stahart!"

"Start what?~" Harriet asked in a teasy tone.

"You ahass!! *squeak*"

"Now thahat's not a nice word!" Harriet chuckled, moving her tickly fingers on Frida's belly.

"SHIHIHIHIHIHIhihihihihihihit!!" Frida's giggles mixed in with laughter now.

"Neither is that! Got a bad mouth, huh?"

"HahahahahaHARRIehehehehehehet *snort*" Frida squirmed a little, her grip getting a little tighter on Harriet's wrists.

"Awwhawh! I didn't know you could snort!" Harriet giggled along in slight surprise.

"NAHAHA!!"

"Nahaha? What does that mean, huh?" Harriet asked playfully. (Yet very teasy)

"Ihi don't KNAAAHAAHAAHAHAAHAHAHOW!!!-- CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANDY!!" (Not Harriet's actual nickname but y'know:3) Frida's giggle laughter turned into just laughter when Harriet went up to her underarms, immediately letting go of Harriet's wrists and clamping her arms down.

"Goofball! Now my hands are stuck!" Harriet teased, wiggling her fingers.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO THEY AHAHAHAHAHAHAREN'T!!" Frida protested, squirming a LOT more now

"Anddddd how do you know, genius?" Harriet asked with a smirk

"D-DOHOHOHOHOHON'T YOU DAHAHAHAHAHAHARE!!"

"Dare what?"

"NAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!!" Frida couldn't make out a sentence for a moment there!

"Huh? What was that, Fri?~"

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!"

"You want me to stop?" Harriet asked with a soft chuckle

"YEHEHEHEHEHEAH!"

Harriet chuckled and stopped, slipping her hands out.

"Ehehehehe... woooohohoah..." Frida chuckled, melting onto the floor

Harriet giggled and looked down at her colorful friend "Has I cured it?"

"You hahas definitely cured it..."

🧡End🩷

<I am also sorry for all the short fics lately:( The next fic WILL be longer! I promise<3>

lee!Van.

OOOooOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOooooOoOooO you’ll never guess who I am

OoOOOoOoOoOooOoOooOooO

*[Mr. Peabody hypnotizing meme thing]*

Oh, I wonder..

Ticklish Painter!

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--Van was overworking himself and grew a bit tired, and JFK felt like... being JFK--

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|Lee - Van -- Ler - JFK|

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Ships Included - Van x JFK

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Van was in his tower, painting. He's been painting for 2 days straight without any sense of sleep. And his friends were outside his tower, looking up at his window

"...Should we... go check on him?" Abe questioned. Gandhi was about to answer before he got punched in the face by Joan as he fell backward. "OW!!" "Van definitely doesn't wanna talk to you." Joan muttered, crossing her arms. "I can, er uh, go check?" JFK suggested "...Sure?" "Why does HE get to fucking do it?!" Joan scoffed in disbelief "I'm the sensible one!" "Yeah, but.. you didn't say it first?" "...That's bull." Joan huffed as JFK snickered. "Watch my, er, chærm haaan-dle dis." JFK fixed his hair before trotting into the tower.

JFK made his way down the hall and to Van's room, seeing about 900 paintings in there. "Ma gawd, Van..." He mumbled as the painter flinched out of surprise of the voice. "Eh?.. JFK?.. What're you doing here?" Van asked, looking over his shoulder. "Jeez, kid, yuo ovaworking yoself ægain?" JFK asked, walking over to the short one. "No! Wel--... possibly? But there's just so much to paint!!" Van explained, putting his hands out in front of him. "DUde... you, er, painted yuor œwn toWea (tower), ain't dat eenoUgHh?" JFK rested his arms on the back of Van's chair, leaning on it and looking down at Van. "No! It ain't!" Van huffed, crossing his arms. "...Vanni... do ya knaur the penaltyyy for ovaworking?" JFK grinned. "....no?" Van raised an eyebrow, his arms falling to his sides, looking up at JFK "Ah.. ya dœn't, eh?" JFK chuckled, moving his hands to hover above the elf's sides, wiggling them teasingly. "Wahait-- wait, noho--" Van squirmed slightly, putting his hands on JFK's wrist. "Ihi'm not even doing anything--" JFK chuckled at the painters reaction. "You gonna stop and hang out with the rest of us, or what?" JFK asked, stopping the wiggles for a moment. "...No." That was the only answer he needed. "If you say so!" JFK then started to wiggle his fingers on Van's sides

"Eek! Eeehehehehehe! J-Jaaahahahahay!!" Van giggled, kicking his feet slightly. "Huh, tick-l-ish one, eh?" The tall one teased, squeezing Van's sides gently, earning a squeal from him. "Ehehehe! Nohohoho! Dohohohon't! Ahahahahaha!" Van laughed, kicking his feet as he tried to pry JFK's hands away. "Ah ah, nooo esCaping~ ThIs is yuor, er, punISHmeent~" JFK pinned Van's arms above his head, spidering his fingers up and down Van's sides and armpits. "Plehehehehease nohohohohoho!!" Van squeaked, squirming around. "Naur, wot?" "Ihihihihi'm nahahat falling for thahahahat!! *snort*" "Ooh, it snorts, eh?" "Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!" "Dats not nice.." JFK moved his hand down to Van's stomach, gently and lightly poking and squeezing it. "NAHAHAHA-- NOOHHOHOhohoho!! StohohohoHOHOHOHAAHAHAP!!" Van's giggles went up a notch as he tried to pull his arms back down. "Ain't geetin' out-ta dis one, buuuddy~" JFK poked in between the dudes ribs. "NAHA-- PleheheheEEHEHEHEASE!!" He snorted and squeaked, shaking his head from side to side. "Are yuo gon-na stap ovaworking yoself?" JFK asked, stopping for a moment. "Buhut I wanna do mohore--" "Wrong answa!!"

"NAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! SHIHIHIHIT-- NO! NONO NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!! *squeal*" Van INSTANTLY began to laugh and squirm more when JFK squeezed behind his knees. "Stap try-na escApe, it's no usse." JFK chuckled, circling around Van's belly button. "NAHAHA-- NOHOHOHOT MY BUHUHUHUHUTTON!!" "Ooh, nat your buttOn?~ Nyeah, nat yo widdle bwelly bwuttOn?~" JFK teased as Van's face grew redder. "WHY DOHOHOHO YOU TAHAHAHALK LIKE THAHAHAHAT?! *snort*" "I take grate offense to dat!" JFK huffed, blowing a small raspberry on the short ones neck. "BAHAHAHAHAHA-- I-I'M SOHOHOHORRH-- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!" "Are yous gunna stowp ovaworking yoself?" "YEHEHEHEHES!!" "AND are yuos gon-na hang ouwt with us?" "YEHEHEHES-- JUST STOHOHOHOHOP!!" JFK then stopped, letting his hands go as Van curled in a ball.

JFK smiled faintly, walking next to him and kneeling down, placing a tiny kiss on Van's cheek. "Cee ya ouwt thare." JFK then got up and walked out of the room. Van huffed and blushed a little "Ehevil bastared..."

❤️End🧡

Now I'm watching her play PJSK sigh

I would play with her but her mom is home ughhhh☹️

SILLYYYYY

HEHEHEHEHE

She's calling me a damn faggot💔

(It's all jokes, she's my bestie<3)

What if I call u uh...

Blue Boy

I like calling @ali-the-weirdo nicknames

She's my special girlllll hehe💕/platonic

Cartman Family

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--Ep 1 - Cartman Family Tkls--

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|Lee - Cartman -- Ler - Liane|

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"Young man! This is the last time I'm going to say it! You need to be nicer to your friends!" Liane scolded, having enough of her sons attitude

"Shut the fuck up meem!" Cartman lashed back, crossing his arms

Liane gasped "Eric! You cannot say that! It's a very naughty word!" Liane scolded, moving her finger up and down

Eric followed it with his gaze, looking unimpressed

"Eric, you BETTER get your act together or else!"

"Or else WHAT meem?" Cartman asked with sass

"Oh, I've just had about enough of you!" Liane groaned in frustration at her sons disobedience

"Ugh... how do other parents discipline their kids?.. I'd never hurt Eric... grounding him won't be effective..." Liane thought before getting an idea

"Well... if you don't start listening, I'll have no choice but to punish you." Liane walked closer

Eric was a bit intimidated, backing away a little before she grabbed his wrist. Gently, but damn her grip was tight.

"...Let me go." He demanded, his voice growing called.

"I'll count to three. 1."

"Mom."

"2."

"Don't hit three."

"..."

"Mom?!"

"Three."

Once she hit three, Cartman slammed his eyes shut. He peeked out in confusion, looking at his mom. "Huh--?" Before he felt a tingly feeling on his side and Liane kneel down

"Pfft-- *snort* mohohohom!" His giggles may be ugly to some, but for Liane, it was adorable

"Awh, it's good to hear you laugh like this again, Eric!"

"Fuhuhucking stohohohop *snort*" His giggles/laughter was very snorty and squealy to say the least

"Now, you brought this upon yourself, Eric! You know mommy wouldn't hit you, so what other options were there? Besides, I see your little friend Kyle to this to you all the time when you make him upset!" Liane said with a smile

Cartmans face flushed a little more as his giggles grew slightly "You WHAHAHAT?! *squeal*"

"Yeah! Even saw Kenny do it once..."

"OHO-- *snort* YOU FUHUHUHUCKING SPYHYHYHYHYHY!!! *snort*" Cartman tried to push his mom's hands away

(I heacanon that when he gets embarrassed his laughter can grow:D)

"Now now, Eric. That's not polite." She teased slightly

"STAHAHAHAHAP!!"

"Manners, Eric." She said in a stern tone

The fat boy snorted and squealed, trying his best

"Nope!" She targeted his stomach. Oh his fucking stomach.

"NAHAHAHA-- *snort WAHAHAIT-! NOT-- *snort* NOHOHOHOHO!! *snort*" His high giggles turned to laughter

"My, so snorty!"

"MOHOHOHOHOHOM!!"

"Will you be nicer to your friends?"

"YEHEHES-! FUHUHUHUCK-- *snort* I WILL!! I WILL I WILL I WIHIHIHIHIHIHIIILL!!" Cartman held his mom's wrist, not knowing what else to do.

"Manners!" She reminded

"YEHEHEHES!! I WIHIHIHILL!!"

"Promise?"

"I SWEHEHEHEAR ON-- *snort* ALL FUHUHUHUCKING JEHEHEHEWS AND ABOHOHOHOHOVE!! *snort* JUST QUIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIT!!! *squeal*" Some tears rolled down his face

Liane smiled softly and stopped, letting her baby boy pant and huff as she held him

"That's a good boy, Eric. How about we get some ice cream as a reward?" She went back to her usual sweet sounding self.

"Ye... yeheah..." he sighed

❤️End💙

☆This'll be a small series of all the families in South Park! (Ones that I actually give a shit about--) I started off with Cartman since he is my favorite. Thanks for reading, Sunflower!!♡♡ Also, pardon me if some parts is offensive to some. It's Eric... I don't know what else to tell you.☆

IM DEEEEEEPPPP INTO MY EDDSWORLD PHASE--

SOMEONE GIVE ME IDEAS!!!!!!!!!!

(Especially with Tord he's my favorite heh)

I feel like it's just me who doesn't like Lee Reader-- or like Listener and ect ect...

It doesn't make me uncomfortable, no, not at all. People can write it all they want lmao

It's just like... i don't like it. Maybe it's cuz I'm a huge ler?? Not sure

I just don't like it lol