Hello! Call me Robbie, or Rob for short! (Jack Ego Persona) This is a blog mainly about fluffiness! Fandoms! Tickles! (Lee Leaning Switch) Little Space/Kitten type of Blog! SFW content mostly! NSFW will be tagged! Enjoy! ((Header Image/Profile not my art!))
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This was heavily inspired by @cefstickles and one of their fics!
“Thomas, if you’re ever going to get this interview, you’re going to need a better font than that.”
“Logan, come on! The font isn’t that big of a deal!”
“I beg to differ, Patton. The font is what lets our boss read the paper, which means the letters shouldn’t be too bold or too small.”
“But they may not like the font being so serious! Maybe the boss and coworkers are super nice and aren’t that big with all this stuff!”
Logan pulls off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. It wasn’t a surprise at how long this was taking, they’d been at writing this darn paper for about two hours. Roman did his best to help out earlier, and Virgil kept pointing out spelling errors, but they both agreed to leave it to Patton.
That is, leaving it to Patton to break it to Logan that this was ridiculous. Not that the resume or anything was ridiculous, but the fact of how Logan got to take the driver’s seat every single time! He didn’t let anyone tell him he was wrong!
Logan was like that all the time, to be fair; Logic was always right, in his opinion. There was always room for logic. Pun very intended.
Patton followed after Logan to his room, seeing how their whole conversation had left a sour taste in everyone’s mouths. He’d see Roman and Virgil later, but for now, he felt Logan needed a talk more than ever.
The fatherly figure knocks three times. Soft shuffling from the other side of the door caught his attention, smiling brightly when the familiar face with matching glasses looked back at him.
“Yes? Patton, I’m quite busy, did you need something?”
“Actually yeah, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about!”
Patton took a step inside after Logan motioned for him to, smiling even more when Logan took a seat on the bed. The room helped Logan look, and seem, way more comfortable. Pat took a seat beside him, criss-crossing his legs one over the other and turning to face the smarter aspect.
“I get that you want us to get this job, I really do, it could mean the world for Thomas and change where he’s going in life; but that doesn’t mean we have to be serious all the time! Even job searching is fun, you just gotta let loose sometimes!”
“Let loose? Is that another vocab card I should make?”
“Yeah!” That’s when it dawned on him. “I can even tell you the definition to put down!”
Patton pushed Logan over on the bed, straddling his hips and digging into his ribs. Now, Logan wasn’t the most ticklish side of them all, that was for sure; Logan did have his spots that drove him up a wall in hysterical giggles, squeaks, squeals and cackles though.
For example, the ribs, were the squeaking.
“Pahahahatton thihihis is hihighly uhuhunnecessahary!”
“I think it’s very necessary! You’ve been a grumpy-gloomer all day, Roman and Virgil, as well as I, all think you need to relax more!”
He tweaks his upper ribs, right below his underarms. This spot, along with the underarms themselves, turned out to be a cackler.
“PAHAHAT!”
“Yeah, Lo-Lo?~” That name alone got a high pink hue to the smart-ass aspect’s cheeks.
“Ihihihi dehehehemand you cuhuhut it ohohout! Hohohow in the wohohohorld is this hehehelping!?”
“This is exactly what I was talking about! Letting Loose: It’s when you get rid of all the tension and just have fun! Tickling you is fun, so here I am letting loose!~”
Patton wanders his fingers up and down Logan’s ribs, moving downwards after hearing Logan snort. It was adorable, to say the least. He spiders all ten fingers over Logan’s belly, watching as he curled up and his ears tipped red from embarrassment.
“Tickle tickle, Logan!~ Who’s a giggly little braniac?~ I think it’s you!~”
“TEHEHEASING IS NOT FAHAIR!”
“Well, Mr. Grump, I think it’s completely fair!”
Unbuttoning Logan’s shirt a little at the bottom allowed access to his squishy and adorable belly, which Patton took every liberty in leaning down to nuzzle and trace the whole abdomen. His digits spidering and squeezing all along his sides as he nuzzled into the middle. Needless to say, it drove Logan wild.
“You’re so smart, Lo-Lo! I’m sure you can figure out a font to use for our resume later, after we’ve all loosened up and relaxed!” Patton giggles.
By the gods - thanks, Roman, for teaching him that phrase - Logan was too ticklish for this. While Virgil had the most sensitive stomach out of the four, it was still enough to make Logan wail and squeal. Totally out of character, but to be honest Logan didn’t even think about that.
All he could think about was the ticklish sensations running up and down his body, grabbing at Patton’s shoulders to try and get it to stop, trying his best to keep what composure he had left. Patton coos and awes every time Logan snorts, or makes an adorable little noise that he’s always wanted to hear.
“NOHOHO MOHORE! Pahahahatton plehehehease!!”
“But you look so much happier, Lo! You’re all giggly and smiling the widest I’ve ever seen you smile! Other than discussing taking that astronomy class~” Pat winks. Logan did love his space. Pun very intended.
“You gotta promise me you won’t be so serious all the time! You got to promise that even on stressful days, you’ll tell me if you need a cool-down relaxing hang out, with me or Roman and Virgil! We’re all here to help you, and you don’t have to bottle it all up! We’re your famILY, after all!~”
“Ihihi mihihihight-” Logan was cut off when Patton dipped his nose into his navel. “OHOHOKAY, I PROHOMISE! IHI PROMISE I SWEHEAR!”
It stopped. Everything stopped, and Logan finally had the chance to catch his breath. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he did feel better. He felt like he could go back out and get that job, and honestly not care if the resume wasn’t to the boss’s liking. A resume is paper, it doesn’t define Thomas, or even Logan, as a whole.
Patton cuddled up beside Logan, kissing his cheek lovingly.
“I’m proud of you, Lo, there’s just one more thing I forgot to mention.”
“Whihich is?”
“Along with letting us help you, you have to laugh more. Your smile is super nice, and your laugh really brightened up the room~”
“I don’t see why that would behehehe noho! Fihihine, I gihive!”
What I truly mean: “I need someone to platonically lie across me with their full weight, crushing my body and providing deep pressure until my errant soul is reabsorbed into my flesh. Also, a hug would be nice.”
I heard that tickle monsters strike at night in dark forests. I heard that they’re sneaky, and that they’ll stalk their prey for a while before snatching them up. It’s never happened to me before, but I know lots of stories.
Oftentimes, from legend, the tickle monster will analyze the person’s habits. Whereupon, when ready, they’ll swoop down from a high place, grab their newfound play toy, and run off to secluded clearings that they’ve prepared in advance. Some sources say they’ve been held down by roots over a large, smooth tree stump. Others say they’ve been pulled tightly by vines in midair. Either way, the flora in these forests are either in cahoots with, or controlled by the tickle monsters.
In case you need something adorable today? This is it. This is your dose of adorable. Reblog with your own adorable gifs, art, anything as long as it’s SFW to spread the positive vibes so the negative thoughts and feelings shoo away!
This is a story that I wanted to write for a while but never got around to! It’s kinda like Squealing Santa, but just for one person! This is dedicated to Bubby Anti! Hope you don’t kill me, but I just had to write about how adorably ticklish you were!
Tags: @anti-switch-glitch & @franklyshipping
Warnings: This is a Tickle Fic, obviously- Swearing, Tickle Fight, that’s about it.
Ah, the snow falling outside at a gentle speed, no storm or blizzard in sight. A youtuber and his egos living in what felt like harmony. The youtuber was out on vacation to visit his family for the holidays, leaving all his different personality traits and egos, whatever they were at this point, at home to watch the house. Was this a good idea? Probably not. As long as nothing is burned down by the time he gets back. Back to the seasonal things: The smell of eggnog and cookies, peppermint candy canes hanging from the tree as decoration, the mistletoe, it was pretty obvious what time of year it was.
“Holy Shit!”
Certainly not time to hear that.
“Stupid fucking icing…”
It was Christmas, or at least… a few days before. Two of the egos had taken it upon themselves to make cookies for the holidays, but they decided to improvise their own ingredients and fun into the baking. A green haired, static like individual who was trying to pour the icing out of the tube, tapping the back as he saw nothing come out. He turned the nozzle towards himself, closing one eye to peek into the dispenser, only to have it squirt out all over him.
“Bubba Anti okay?”
A meek voice asked, snapping Antisepticeye out of his previous shock and clear annoyance at the tube of icing. It was an accident, obviously, but it still ticked him off. Robbie, the purple haired undead character in the room who was assisting in the baking adventures, picked up a napkin and wiped the icing off of Anti’s cheeks.
“All clean! All clean!” Robbie smiled.
“Thanks, Rob.”
So the baking continued. They had cut out so many different shapes! There are snowmen, Christmas trees, gingerbread men, candy canes, reindeer, Santa Claus, you name it, they probably baked it… And ate it. You can’t expect Anti of all people to bake and not eat half of the ingredients and batter. Robbie, getting covered in flour, claps his hands and made a big explosion of white powder.
Anti chuckled at that. Which only seemed to pique Robbie’s curiosity.
It was no secret that Antisepticeye was a terrifying individual. He could scare off some middle school bully, make a shark swim away, Robbie’s brother could even intimidate Thor! At least in the zombie’s wishful mind, he could! Anti had an image to uphold, he couldn’t show weakness or signs of being anything but spooky to the fandom, but when it came to Robbie? Robbie felt super special to be able to see Anti so chill and relaxed around him. That chuckle was one of the rare things that people got to see out of him.
Anti must’ve caught him staring at him because he dabbed a bit of icing onto the zombie’s nose.
“Earth to Robbie, would you rather take a picture to look at?”
Robbie blinks a few times, getting his mind back to the present.
“Anti giggle!”
“...What?” “Anti giggle! Anti giggled!”
The blue and green-eyed ego raises an eyebrow. What was so great about his laugh? It was a glitchy pile of snorts and cackles. To Anti, it was anything but-
“Cute!! Bubby cutie giggles!”
Anything, anything but cute.
“Do it again! Giggle again!”
Anti rolls his eyes softly at the request. While it was cute, he ruffled Robbie’s hair and shook his head.
“Sorry, little bro, but Antisepticeye doesn’t giggle.”
Robbie puffs his cheeks in a pout. What was a way to get that adorable sound out again? Something to really get him hysterical. It didn’t take long to come up with an idea, setting his icing down as he wiggles his fingers menacingly. Anti glanced at Robbie again, his eyes widening ever so slightly, but Robbie noticed.
“Don’t you even think about it!”
So the chase began. Anti ran out of the kitchen, taking a turn and heading down the hallway. Robbie was hot on his tail. I’m pretty sure Anti has teleporting abilities, but he couldn’t focus enough to decide a location to take him to, and if you don’t concentrate on your powers, it can lead to bad things happening… yes… that’s totally the reason he isn’t escaping right now. Not because he totally saw this coming sometime today and loved bringing out the playful side in his little brother to start a tickle fight. None of that was true. Nope!
“The Tickle Monster wants a word with Bubby Anti!!”
“The Tihickle Mohonster can fuhuhuhuck ohohoff!!”
Anti developed a fit of snickering as he ran down the corridors of the house. They dodged furniture, ran around couches, until he finally felt a weight pounce and roll both of them to the floor, Robbie straddling his hips with a glint of mischief in his eyes that shows Anti he wasn’t getting out of this.
“The tickle monster doesn’t like chasing down his prey, Brother~”
The tone in Robbie’s voice grew more menacing. Not enough to be terrifying, but it definitely wasn’t as happy and cheerful as his daily one. It was like a totally different person, but it was still the little brother Anti knew and loved.
“Come on, Anti, you knew this was coming! It’s not like tickling is a rare sight for us, now is it?”
Oh, Anti would kill to wipe that cocky smirk off his face, but he couldn’t as he felt a wobbly smile of his own begin to grow. He was too weak to teasing for his own good. Robbie’s voice resonated between Anti’s ears, but this wasn’t the first time Robbie had taken on this tough persona to tease the ever living hell out of his older brother. Both of them knew this neck of the woods, and they knew just how bad it could get.
“Now the question is, how badly should this become? Does Anti wanna give in easily, and get the giggles Robbie’s looking for now? Orrrrr.. do we wanna play the fun games of exploring every single tickle spot Anti has, seeing which one Anti can stand more than another?~”
“Noho! Lehet’s not!” Anti swore under his breath for giggling out his answer. His stomach swells with butterflies as he felt open and vulnerable when Robbie raised both of his hands above his head, pinning them there with one hand.
“Oh, you want to, don’t you? You sound so excited! Do me a favor, brother, hold onto the table leg for me, it’ll make this easier with both hands free~”
Anti blinks, looking upwards to the coffee table legs Robbie was talking about. He wanted him to keep his arms UP!? All on his own?! Robbie snaps his fingers softly to get Anti’s attention again.
“Robbie expects some sort of answer, brother~”
Anti let out a small sigh, grabbing onto the leg of the table.
“Great! Now, should we work top to bottom? I think that’ll save your ticklish wittle toes and feet for last, wouldn’t you agree?”
Robbie got off for a moment, leaving the living room for a moment. Only to come back with a few… interesting items. A few feathers, a paint brush, a makeup brush, a hairbrush, an electric toothbrush, too many brushes if you ask Anti. Robbie picks up the feather, fluttering it at Anti’s neck, earning a squeak and a buck from the captive.
“Noho! Rohobbie, nahat the feheheathers!!” He whined.
“You aren’t in any position to give the orders, Bubby! Besides, you love the super soft and delicate touch, don’t you? Or would you rather Robbie get right into the good stuff?”
Robbie emphasized his second option by fluttering his free hand of fingers at Anti’s underarm ruthlessly, earning a snort from the glitching ego. His voice came out well, it was true, but it wasn’t what Robbie was looking for. Robbie wanted to make Anti really laugh, like laughing until you can’t think of anything else. It was what he loved hearing, and he knew Anti loved it just the same.
“Neheheheither! Just lehehemme gohoho!”
“But where’s the fun in that?”
Robbie sets the feather aside, picking up a new tool. Anti opens one eye to take a glance at the tool, only to immediately regret his decision. He picked up the hair brush.
“Where oh where should this lovely brush tickle tickle tickle the little glitchy?~ Should it be his underarms?”
Robbie trails the first few bristles down his underarm and back up a few times, making Anti turn his head away into his shoulder as he squealed.
“Should it be his many delicate ribbies?”
Moving downwards, he let the brush wander its way down each individual rib, making Anti giggle even harder.
“NOHOHO! ROHOBBIE!”
“Gosh, will you calm down, it can’t tickle that badly~”
No more being nice, he scrubs and brushes up and down along his sensitive ribs, making Anti kick his feet and cackle wildly.
“ROHOHOHOBBIE! STAHAHAP THAHAAT!”
“But you look so happy! You just love being coochie coochie cooed, don’t you?”
Anti’s cheeks lit up a brilliant green.
“THAHAHAT IS UHUHUNTRUE!”
“Lying is very wrong, you know. You wouldn’t want the Tickle Monster knowing you’ve been lying, do you?”
Robbie pulls the brush away, letting Anti have a breather as he shook his head no wildly. Robbie giggled, having way too much fun being a tormenter to his brother. He loved making a mess of his insanely ticklish tickle spots, watching as he squirmed and laughed. He put the brush down, picking up the electric toothbrush.
The sound of it turning on was enough to make Anti start squirming. The anticipation filled the air, he didn’t move an inch, which was totally rude in Anti’s opinion as it just made him feel even more open and vulnerable and ticklish than he already was.
“Do you know where this lovely tool is gonna go?”
Anti bit his lip, swallowing as he shook his head.
Robbie lifts his thin shirt up past his stomach. Robbie looks up at Anti’s face, wondering if he’s figured it out yet. The look on his face was priceless; his eyes were the size of dinner plates, his head slowly moving side to side to say no, but Robbie could see in Anti’s bashful smile that he wasn’t wanting it to stop just yet.
Who was he to take that away from him?
“It’s going riiiight here!”
Robbie descended the torturous buzzing tool into Anti’s navel, letting it sit there as he watched the whole thing unfold. He thrashed and wailed amidst his laughter as Robbie smirked down at him teasingly, his words were making the ordeal ten times worse.
“So ticklish and so helpless, Antisepticeye, the one and only terrifying and spooky individual is here screaming and laughing like a little baby to his baby brother’s tickly tools and fingers. How embarrassing, wouldn’t you agree?”
“NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!” He squealed.
Robbie didn’t answer, however, leaning down to nibble and nip at his tasty neck. He watched as Anti threw his head back against the carpet, only exposing his neck even more for Robbie to blow a big fat raspberry into the vulnerable area.
“FAHAHAHAHACK!!”
“Such language…” Robbie frowns.
The brush seemed to be pulled out, but Anti couldn’t see where it went. But he sure felt it. It crash landed into the bowels of his hips, making the other’s body thrash even more wildly.
Robbie placed a little loving kiss to his neck as he sat back up, pulling the brush up off his body and showing Anti proof he turned it off as the sound of whirring and buzzing left the air. The only sound left in the room was Anti’s still wild, loud, giggling fit.
“Thahahahank yohohohou..” He breathed.
“You think we’re done? We got a grand finale!”
“Oho come ohon! Yohou’ve tihickled me enohohough!”
“Robbie disagrees.”
The weight on his legs moved downwards to his shins as he felt his socks being worked off. Oh god.
“Robbie could just attack these little feets of yours, Anti, or… we could find out more about that secret spot of yours-”
“NONONO HOW ABOUT WE DON’T-”
Robbie giggles. Anti sure seemed frantic about that. What, was he so worried about letting it slip where his super secret ticklish spot was? Robbie didn’t know if anyone else knew about this super sensitive spot, but oh was it a good one. Wouldn’t you like to know?
“Ahanywhere but thehere..” Anti squeaked.
Robbie, deciding to obey, nodded his head. He wouldn’t wanna give away the big surprise to just anybody. It was a tickle spot only he could share. A spot only he and Anti would know.
“Aw, only for you!” Robbie smiles, as if the past half hour wasn’t as ruthless as it seemed. “But that means Robbie gets to tickle tickle tickle these poor little feets of yours~”
The socks off and forgotten, Robbie decided his good old fashioned fingers would work like a charm here. Boy, was he underestimating how ticklish Anti was. As soon as two wiggling fingers spidered up and down each sole, Anti lost it. Anti bucked violently as Robbie relentlessly scratched and dug into the sensitive flesh.
“FAHAHAHAHAHAHACK! NAHAHAHA!! RAHAHAHABBIE!”
Robbie relished in the melodious sound of Anti’s wild laughter. Robbie can’t remember a time they’ve had a one sided tickle fight where Anti laughed this hard. It was a great way to avoid all their responsibilities, a way to make someone insanely happy and giggly, and if you’re really lucky it makes them shriek-y. Which is exactly how Anti was right now. Robbie loved it, he wished he could hear it forever.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!”
Anti couldn’t remember a time himself either he laughed so much his lungs burned, a time his eyes started to water, his chest and stomach felt tough from laughter booming out of him like a drum. No matter how insane it got, no one knew how much he adored this tickly sensation.
“Come on, this spot can’t be that bad, can it?”
“YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEASE!!”
“Please what? Please tickle you more? Gosh, you tickle-addict~”
It only took Anti’s laughter falling silent to get Robbie to wrap it up. Pulling his torturous fingers away from the sensitive soles and toes that he’d attacked, climbing off of Anti as he watched him pull his legs up to his chest in defense as if he wasn’t done. Low and behold, Robbie knew when to call it far enough, even if Anti didn’t want it to be, but in this case Robbie assumed he did need it to be over.
The glitchy man looked exhausted. His hair was a mess, his cheeks and pointy ears were bright green, a wide goofy smile stretched across his face. His toned body was shaking slightly from all his laughing, his muscles tense and sore from squirming; but that look in his different colored eyes showed that he had just as much fun as Robbie did.
“Nehever… tehell ahahanyone abohout… thihis….”
“Robbie promises. Bubba Anti loved it way too much for it to be ruined!”
“Dihid.. Nohohot..”
Robbie raises an eyebrow, pointing upwards, and forward, with one finger. Anti follows where his brother pointed, and his cheeks only grew darker in flush.
Anti had kept his arms up and held onto the table leg the entire time.
Robbie smiled, watching as Anti slowly lowered his arms and sat up. The zombie boops a finger to Anti’s nose.
Sans! Be careful who you start tickle fights with! You almost got yourself killed! D<
Inspired by my own ticklishness - I get kind of physical trying to escape and have a tendancy to accidentally hurt people in the process ^^’ (Which is why I always warn people first, but some ignore said warnings)
