Tickle blog run by an idiot. Forsaken and Roblox nerd. Adult (21). He/they or literally anything but she/her. SFW BLOG. Asks open, requests are CLOSED for now! Will open later!
Hihihi! My name is WACKY/NOLI and this is my tickle blog! If that makes you uncomfortable, you are free to block me (I’m not gonna be mad, promise) but if this is something you’re interested in, you’re more than welcome to stay!
My pronouns are he/they (mainly) but I do use neopronouns and anything except she/her. I am ALSO an ADULT!
I prefer personal DMs by 18+ only but anyone is allowed to interact. I am completely SFW and will NEVER repost/reblog/post anything NSFW.
Here’s my DNI list:
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Basic DNI (racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, etc.)
People who have real life tickles on their feed (if you repost a couple, that’s fine but if it’s your entire page, I’d rather not see it). I prefer fictional tickles instead (unless it’s me ofc /silly).
NSFW blogs, proshippers, darkshippers.
People who make content of weird fandoms.
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Now that we’re past that, let’s take a look at the fandoms I’ll write for and it’s all Roblox. I’m not kidding (mostly, anyways).
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FANDOMS
- Forsaken.
- Phighting.
- Regretevator.
- Die of Death.
- Pressure (though I’m still new to this one).
- Block Tales.
- Let Him Go.
- ^_^ / Happy World with Happy People.
- Frozen Soul (maybe, also still learning this lore too.)
- Scotomophobia.
- Grace.
- Dandy’s World.
- Bad Things
- Limbus Company
… and I think that’s it.
Feel free to request anything.
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MASTERLIST
FICS
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FORSAKEN
Properly Cared [ler!Elliot, lee!007n7] ; Elliot is concerned about 7n7’s health, particularly noticing that he’s not eating. When 7n7 tries to deny it and stubbornly admit he’s fine, Elliot takes the situation into his own hands and finds an interesting weakness of his.
Overworking [ler!Elliot, lee!Mafioso/Don Sonnellino] ; Don's overworking tendency is out of control, and Elliot, being the most loving partner he is, tries to help mediate that. After not listening to him, Elliot uses a newfound trick to get him to come to bed.
Cheater! [ler!Coolkidd, Bluudud, Pr3ttyPriincess, lee!Jason/Slasher] ; The Coolkidd siblings are bored. Extremely so. But when they find a console, they're over the moon with excitement. Unfortunately, their game requires four people. Jason agrees to be their fourth and absolutely destroys them at the game. Bluudud gets frustrated but one move from him completely turns the tide in his favor. Jason, however, will learn that there are consequences to losing.
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BLOCK TALES
Don't Laugh [ler!Player, lee!Finn McCool] ; Finn McCool totally believes that Player was the one that sent him through the time-loop. Player has to convince him that they weren't the one to do that, but how? They can barely manage to defeat him without a baseball to the forehead! ... that is, until a new piece of information was revealed, and Finn has to pay the price.
Hi how are you doing with some fics or they still lost?
hi hi!! coming out of hibernation to answer some things,
most of what I was working on (azure/tt, elliot/mafioso) was deleted when my data moved so there’s quite literally no chance of getting them back 💔 and they were quite long
im still trying to make time for my other fics but currently I have so many side-projects (makin’ a game + funnily enough, i have experience in directing with actors so I’ve been doing that in a server im in) and I have two jobs + all my doctor’s appointments and schlop like that, so I’ve been trying to sit down and see where im taking it
also depth spelunking and tds on Roblox has a chokehold on me (im so very close to making it on the leaderboard in ds and I know I can get up there, but it just takes so long 💔)
In terms of the fics that im still gonna write, they’re still hanging around in my notes app on my current computer,,, and honestly i just haven’t played forsaken like that in a hot minute (i still love it, just other fixations are holding me tight)
everything is just up in the air until I get a decent day off to myself (right now im headed to two doctor’s appointments, three if you include my dads) but I haven’t forgot about this account or anything! I look at it once while im working every so often, just thinking about how im gonna write half of these things lololol
but yeah! thanks for asking,,
now if you’ll excuse me, imma clear my inbox out of other asks
bad news: computer just killed itself and I lost all my writing with it 😞
my azuretime fic, my pressure fic and my pizzadebt fic is down the absolute drain,,, along with my narrator drabble and my headcanons that I had sittin in my files
now if you’ll excuse me, im going to go sit and cry in a corner /hj
comes back from the abyss. ummm hi guys! hiiii! puts this. puts this on The Plate™. please dont eat me
also these prompts work perfectly considering i have some hcs on builderman and elliot's relationship
(this is a sfw tickle fic! if you don't like it don't read it)
"Could have been worse than simple payback."
words: 3,450
ler!elliot, lee!007n7
summary: (pre-forsaken) Given the chance, Elliot would readily throw 007n7 into an oven on broil. But with a little help, there are somewhat satisfactory alternatives.
additional TW: mild restraint (one hand is cuffed), lightly implied pizzaburger
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Elliot’s cheek pressed into the cash register counter. A pretty typical activity for Monday at three something in the afternoon, since not many people showed up around then. A break was nice of course, but he couldn’t help but itch for something to do. He didn’t even have to be here right now, and yet he felt responsible for making sure everything went smoothly.
Something he regretted thinking when the door bell jingled against the wall, a little breeze hitting his face from outside. In walked a certain… person, whose corrupted red had taunted him so often before.
To say he wasn’t exactly pleased to see the man would be an understatement.
007n7, ‘in terrible disguise’ Elliot thought, shamelessly strolled in, waving to the pizzeria worker behind the counter in a sly sort of way. It looked stupid.
Probably here to bother him again, but this time, Elliot wouldn’t be able to use work as a distraction. But he sure as hell wasn’t about to sit through it.
“Hey, pizza boy~!”
“...”
7n7 smiled at the tired glare he received. “Whaaat, not gonna ask me for my order?”
Elliot’s face ducks into his arms, the cashier sighing as he collects himself enough to groan out a response. One he already knows 007n7 won’t listen to. “Get out.”
“Already?? But I just got here!”
He almost huffs at his tone. “That’s the point, terrorist.” He raises his head just enough to glance out the drive-through side window, only to see nobody and let his head fall back while listening to the unfortunate not-sound of 007n7 leaving the building. “uUhughhh, can you just go away?” Why today? Why any day?
“Nahhh, I’m good.”
When Elliot opened his eyes again, 007n7 was gracelessly sitting on the counter and poking at him like a zoo animal. He hated that expression. He’d also hate it for a regular to walk in and see him, a normally well put together worker, with a terrorist you’d probably recognize if you squinted just a little.
There’s faint giggling from the back of the pizzeria. Elliot groans, and stops leaning on the counter. Great. “Could you wait one moment. Please.”
007n7 snickered. “I dunnoooo, you’ve got about a minute before I burn something–”
Elliot scoffed. It’d been a pretty long time– nearly a year now– since the last workplace fire caused by the hacker (or his annoying friend that had often tagged along), strangely enough. Even so, it had been minor. Those empty threats hadn’t really meant much to him as of late. “Right, cause’ you just can’t wait for that long without me being here for you to bother.”
Elliot pushes the door back into the kitchen open and walks through before 007n7 can respond, treading through a short hallway to the pizza boxing room and stopping when he found the problem. Slacking teenagers, and not the first time with these ones in specific. The conversation between the four girls there abruptly stopped.
“Hey! What did I say about congregating by the office? I’ve told you guys multiple times, a slow day does not mean you stop, and crowding in this building, especially this room, is a safety hazard.” A couple ingenuine sorries were quietly murmured back. Elliot would’ve been kinder, but for obvious reasons, he wasn’t exactly in that mood today.
“Assemble pizza boxes, please. We need more ready to go.” He thinks for a moment. Idea. Pointing at one of them, “You, on the register.” With a teenage girl in tow, Elliot pushes back out to the front.
“Umm, is that guy supposed to be sitting on the-?”
“Don't worry about him.” Elliot drags a hand down his face, walking out in front of the register and silently glaring at the greasy idiot in question.
007n7 hopped off the counter and followed Elliot through the front double doors as the bell rang again. “Mann, you really suck at your job. Leaving the register on the clock?”
“You're literally not even employed.” Elliot looks side to side, before wandering over to the non-drive-through side of the building.
“Self-employed!” 007n7 proclaims.
Elliot groans. “Terrorism isn't a job. Anyway, I've been on break since ten minutes ago. I usually just choose not to use it.”
“Aww, so you mean you went on break just for me? You're so sweet, pizza boy.” 7n7 puts an arm around Elliot in a condescending way he already knows the other will hate.
“Wh- I-” Elliot splutters at the notion, shoving the hacker back and shrinking away. “NO?! I just can't bear to stand at the register while you bother me, you greasy asshole.”
007n7 just smugly stares back, eyes seemingly somewhere else.
“Oh my- Are you even listening to me??”
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Elliot sat in one of the chairs in Builderman’s office, chatting away about a certain irritating hacker while the architect of Robloxia in question did paperwork.
Builderman sighed, pausing his writing to give Elliot a sympathetic look. “I… don’t know what to do for ya, kid. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I just- it’s so infuriating, y’know? When he’s threatening to terrorize the place, he comes right up close– just to pester me. Sometimes he goes to the restaurant for an hour or two in terrible disguise just to tease and poke at me while I’m on the job. A lot, actually. He obviously finds it funny– always looking at me when he knows I'm pissed off–”
Builderman scoffed, clicking his pen a few times. “Oh really. Yeah, not much else to expect from–” He does an expressionless double take, processing what Elliot said and pausing. An hour or two? Up close? Nooo other motives than just.. being there?
“..A hacker..” Two things.
1. If he knew anything, that pesky exploiter was definitely interested in his nephew, and 2. If 007n7 was going up close, that’s an advantage worth, well. Taking advantage of.
…
“Handcuffs? Really?” Elliot turns the metal object over in his hands, which gleams a bluish color after being shifted underneath the light.
“They ain't normal ones, Elliot. I give em’ and similar tech to m’mods so they can actually pin hackers in place.”
Elliot smiles at him, spinning the so-called ‘device’ on his finger as he's handed the corresponding key. “uh. Honored… I guess.”
Builderman chuckles. “Yeah, yeah, I trust you that much. Just.. on the off chance he gets distracted, try and use em’, yeah?” He sighed.
“I’ll be honest, you probably won’t catch him, but maybe he’ll learn to keep his distance from you.
…Or maybe you could be the reason we have one less notorious pest in our lists.”
Elliot huffed. “Yeah, maybe.”
→ → →
Distracted.
Elliot harshly yanks the insufferable hacker’s right arm towards him. It doesn’t move the exploiter at all considering 7n7 is probably at least forty kilos heavier, but it gets 007n7 to meet Elliot’s unimpressed gaze. “Dangg, we moving into the violence phase now? Cute, I didn’t think you’d get past the whining–”
Click.
When 007n7 tilts his gaze back down at the noise, he’s too late.
Click!
Elliot lets go of his arm, leaving him attached in part to the convenient nearby metal rail.
“Did. Did you just handcuff me?” 007n7 laughs and immediately runs a script.
…But the code voids itself before it works. The hacker’s expression immediately drops. “... What the hell?”
Elliot had stared blankly at the other, and at the sight of the failure, a smile slowly crept onto his face. It actually worked– finally, some leverage. “Oh yeahhh! About that. This one’s different! I think they use these when arresting exploiters, or.. Something. I don’t know. Cool, huh?”
7n7 refused to be afraid, so he just acted on his surprise instead. “... Elliot, where did you– Where did you get your hands on this type of tech?”
Elliot deadpanned at him, but it was with a subtle smile. “Oh, so suddenly, you remember to call me by my actual name. Interesting.”
“Elliot I’m serious–” 007n7 cut himself off with a yelp, a visible flash of blue light sparking through and up his arm as he mindlessly attempted to exploit his way out of the handcuffs again. Eugh, feels… weird.
‘Probably a built-in warning system,’ Elliot thought, watching as the hacker jolted like someone touching an electrical line. ”You’re an idiot, Seven. Have people really not tried going undercover to catch you off guard before?”
“Thihis is differehent!” 007n7 slapped a hand over his mouth. Okay, feels REALLY weird. Every time he tried to use the C00lgui, something shot through his arm and rattled the nerves in his core– his code– enough to stop the scripts. And he had always prided himself in escaping the clutches of admins before anything like this could happen, so he was also vastly unprepared.
Elliot huffs, almost amused. “Different how? How is it differe–” His eyes narrow. Definitely amused. “Why are you laughing?”
…No response. The hacker wouldn’t dare to. Instead, they both blink at each other, 7n7’s free hand still pressed over his mouth as a lingering fleck of blue sparked up his arm.
“… Do that again.” Elliot presses.
Oh hell. “Do. Um. Do what?”
“Use your panel thing, or whatever.”
007n7’s eyes darted back and forth. “...It doesn’t work.”
“Okay? Do it anyway.”
“No.”
Oh, he had him now. “Oh? You sure? I mean, I could just leave you here until someone finds you and calls the authorities. Or better, I could report you to them myself! I’m sure they’d be happy to–”
7n7’s eyes widened at the notion. “No.”
“Well tick tock, college dropout! I don’t have all day!” Elliot can’t remember the last time he was this ‘cruel’ to someone. It's relieving, in a way. Only because it's this idiot, though.
When 007n7 inevitably tries one more time to free himself, and use the GUI at Elliot’s request– strike three; the cuff visibly rattles and shocks the hacker, who folds over instantly at the feeling. He snorts and rapidly shakes off his bound hand, covering his mouth with the other.
The code he attempted to process was probably being mangled into lines of nonsensical characters, and yet it felt like THIS instead of just hurting. Curse everything.
Elliot scoffed, with an air of amusement. Out of all things. “You cannot be serious. Ohh...”
007n7 wheezed as he tried to compose himself, but it was clearly too late from the look in Elliot’s eyes.
The humble pizza place worker had decided he liked the sight of the other crumbling in front of him instead of the other way around for once. And he wanted to see more of that. Actually? No. He was going to see more of that, now that he had the chance to stand up for himself. “...I take it you’re not going to willingly do that again?”
“Fuhuck off, Elliot.” 007n7 slid to the ground against the anterior wall of the pizza place, yanking at the handcuffs with regular physical force instead of code. Of course, it didn’t budge at all.
So Elliot sighed, and kneeled. “I have to do everything myself around here..”
007n7 sucked his breath in at the ‘you’re going to regret even coming here today’ look in the other’s eyes, not to mention what Elliot was implying. Oh, he's so fucked.
While his thoughts were stuck in between regret and ‘it can’t possibly be that bad’, Elliot threw the anticipation out the window in favor of going straight for the kill.
…He had no idea where to start, but from the hacker’s immediate response of cackles and loud protests, he was in the right direction.
“ELLiHIOHOT- ELLiOT fuHUHACK FUHUCK GET OHOFF!!”
“It feels weird hearing you call me by my actual name.” Elliot remarks, dryly– as if he isn’t actively raking his hands across the hacker’s stomach. The cackling terrorist in question had seized one of Elliot’s wrists with his own free left hand, but Elliot was surprised by how little he pushed back. “You can't possibly be this weak-sauce.”
The ‘prestigious’ exploiter was in fact, not so good at fighting back. Not like this, on an even playing field. Well, even-ish. So after leaning back to dodge multiple kicks from the hacker’s scrambling, panicked form, Elliot easily trapped his legs under his own. Methodically returning to his task, he lightly squeezed and pinched where he pleased. Which was wherever 007n7 seemed to protest and curl up on himself (or at least try to) the most in response.
“...You know that if your volume attracts somebody’s attention over here, I’m just gonna ditch you, right?”
“You wouhouldn’t FUckIHING DAHARE-" 007n7 writhed, letting go of Elliot’s wrist to press his free arm over his midsection.
“I one-hundred-percent would, and you know that. The only thing I wouldn’t dare to do is be caught turning you into the mess you are right now.” Elliot teased, shifting one hand underneath the hacker’s free arm to flutter his fingers in the space there, only causing 7n7 to press it closer to himself. He didn’t put any real effort into wrecking the exploiter, considering the man in question didn’t really deserve his time in the first place, but. His lazy sort of technique seemed to make it even worse for the other.
“You know, I’m still considering whether or not I should report you. But either way, I should tell the kind person who gave me these cuffs how well they work. Along other…” He poked the hacker’s middle. “Things.”
007n7 splutters something out between choked giggles and snorts– a mix of a threat and a question. “DOhon’t even— Whahat type ohof CONNECTIONS DOHO yohou HAVE?”
Elliot deadpans, digging his fingers in as if they too were offended. “Hey. You don’t get to ask questions, you get tha-?”
007n7 made the mistake of interrupting him. “Ihi’ll ask whatEvER I DAMN WAHANT, PIZZA BOY. I cohould KILL YOHOU, YOU KNOW THAT?”
Elliot has to stop himself from audibly giggling at how bothered he sounds, seeing as the hacker is clearly struggling to maintain his dwindling power over the situation. Well, as bothered as someone curling up into a ball of involuntary cackles can sound. He had to admit it was kind of fun, and not just because his pure spite for this man was being rewarded.
Instead he tsks, an almost believable glare playing over his face. “Warned you.” And true to his word, he starts relentlessly kneading at the hacker’s lower stomach and sides.
007n7 shrieks, his free hand fruitlessly trying to pry at least one hand off his admins-forbiddenly sensitive core.
Elliot didn’t stop himself from laughing this time. Uh. At 007n7, not with him. Obviously. Right. “Ohhhhhhhh, is that bad? Figures.” He enunciates by digging his thumb into a sweet spot just beneath the hacker’s lowest ribs, still kneading like the hacker was going to be his next pizza. After all, he would throw this guy in an oven if he had the chance. “Don’t you spend all day inside when you’re not terrorizing people or something? Makes sense that you're pretty soft.”
This was insulting to 7n7's reputation. His normal demeanor was absolutely gone, replaced by the shrieking, curled up mess he was now. And his jacket was half off his shoulders and pushed aside, only aiding Elliot- the person he should be the one teasing– in crumbling his composure even further. He tried to keep himself at least somewhat quiet in fear that someone would actually come.
007n7 resorted to threatening the other in hopes of distracting himself from the sensation, even though he couldn't commit to anything except focusing on it. “IHI'LL END YOhou for thIHIS–”
Elliot scoffed, stopping momentarily just so 007n7 could understand the severity. “... If you mean that, I will leave you here. You get that, right?”
Safe to say the hacker wasn't pleased with his options, whining out a complaint that he shouldn't have voiced. Because he didn't exactly want the other to answer. “Whahat- hic- what am I suppohosed to dooo?”
Elliot giggled. This stupid exploiter. “I don’t know. I’m not the one bound to a metal rail, you figure it out.”
“YoHOU ASSHO-”
The worker sighs and picks up the kneading again without any warning, except this time adding some smaller squeezes here and there. “Shhh. I can’t hear the sound of payback over your voice.”
The pitiful exploiter shrieked again, twisting away as much as he could. In a panic, 007n7’s habits caused him to try and use his exploits again. Which, as you could guess, did not help his situation. Elliot felt a faint shock from the handcuffs as well, and retreated just a bit until it finished. He could only imagine it was much worse for the captured hacker, but he didn’t exactly feel any guilt about it.
He deserved it, after all. And yet, Elliot gave him an offer. “I could let you go, maybe. If you promise a few things. Possibly.”
007n7 couldn’t help but notice how his squirming and twisting made it all worse. Whether that was because of the handcuffs or Elliot, he didn’t know. But it was like he was being punished for trying to dig himself out. “Yohou’RE GONNA EXTORT MEHE?”
“PffttHA— As if you haven’t done that at least once. Maybe I am, yeah.” And then quieter, he mused: “Huh.. I could do this for a while, now that I have someone on the register…” The comment was mostly to himself, but it was loud enough for the exploiter to hear as well.
007n7 flushes, the suggestion finally cracking any sort of thought he had that he could get out of this himself. “FihIHIHINE! fIhIHI- snk! OKAHAHAY, OKAHAY!”
“Oh? You’d like to hear the offer? Hmm… I don’t know, you were pretty rude. Maybe I should just continue like this.” …Okay, fine. He just wanted to hear 007n7 plead a little bit more. Just a little. “Cause’, you know. You just seem to love the kneading-!”
7n7’s heart stutters. Wait, no. Maybe that’s the code jammer. Either way, he hates this. How he’s being wrecked by someone he’s always held power over, much less some kneading fingers. Admins no.
“NaHAHA- ELLIOHOT!”
Elliot scoffed, but couldn’t keep up an irritated expression for the life of him. “Alright, alright. The deal is you don’t follow up on your threat. Oh, and while we’re at it? No more workplace terrorizing, even though it’s been a while. In return I let you go.” He made sure to drag the entire deal description out, pausing in between words to do some particularly mean pinches above the hacker’s hips.
007n7 was too focused on getting out of this, getting away from Elliot's hands, to even consider denying the deal. After all? Those were two things he didn’t even plan on doing.
“DoHONE! DEAL—hic! DEHEHEAHAL!”
Elliot instantly stopped. “Shake on it.”
7n7 didn’t say anything for a solid twenty seconds as stupidly unflattering giggles and snorts escaped him. And then there was one last speckle of defiance. “I'm nohot shaking your fuckin’ hahand, pizza boy.”
“You sure?” Elliot reached for the hacker’s middle again, and 007n7 ‘generously’ extended his free hand out before Elliot’s even got close enough to graze him.
. . .
Elliot stepped back, key in hand, as the exploiter got up off the asphalt ground. He was a little nervous, to be honest. Because for obvious reasons, he wouldn’t exactly count on the other to keep his word.
7n7 cracked his knuckles, looking Elliot up and down. He was surprised the other was even willing to let him go. A small part inside of him ran over the fact he could have been in a moderator’s clutches, forwarded to the banlands all because of this little messup. It could have been worse than relatively simple payback. And yet here he was, free, because someone was merciful enough.
“Guess I underestimated you, pizza boy.” He fixed his jacket, straightening himself up a bit as he growled out a reluctant admission. “Well. A promise is a promise, I guess. No more harm to you or your little place. Only because I like y- YOU let me go.”
He cleared his throat, repeating himself. “Only because you let me go. But.” He grinned, teeth showing. “You didn’t say anything else.”
He took out the C00lgui, preparing a teleport script. “So I might just get you back instead some other time. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
Elliot cursed himself internally at the threat. He should have considered that.
“See you around, pizza boy.” And like that, he was gone. As much as he hated it, the silence left over filled Elliot with a sort of.. Curiosity. Eagerness. But of course he shooed that thought away. He had work to do.
tw: implied death/"respawning", tickles, and whatever is wrong with finn mccool (bitch syndrome 100) (the last one is a joke btw)
summary: finn mccool totally believes that player was the one that sent him through this time-loop. player has to convince him that they weren't the one to do that, but how? they can barely manage to defeat him without a baseball to the forehead! ... that is, until a new piece of information was revealed, and finn has to pay the price.
wc: 3.7k (GAWD DAMN i need to write smaller fics)
a/n: block tales drools can't wait for the men in this game to be real,,,, anyways
Crack.
Player didn't know how they ended up in this scenario. At first they had wanted to take some time to relax after their latest adventure, and maybe perhaps get to know the locals to see what sort of new and exciting things they could do in this hot, desert wasteland. They had found a lot of things to do; relax with the snake charmers, talk with the one-armed guy running the store or tend to the camels by brushing them and giving them some love every once in a while. And then they heard the rumors. The whispers, the gossip about a 'bat-wielding weird guy on the outskirts of town'. Apparently no one knew about him, the only thing they did know was that he just ... kind of sat there. Not doing anything, not being anyone. Just there.
And like a fool, Player wanted to know.
They had some weird fascination with things they didn't know. It may be a reason, besides rescuing Builderman from the clutches of the person who so rudely interrupted the Roblox VIP convention that they had waited so long to attend, that they had for getting the swords from their respective holders for Shedletsky. But the person in front of them was something else entirely. Deemed from the same realm, the guy whose name was revealed as Finn McCool, was extremely annoyed at the fact that he had got caught up in the situation alongside Player. Time traveling wasn't something Player had on their plate themselves, and while they embraced it, they could also understand why it was such a big deal for him. The anger that they were presently faced with though was something else entirely. It probably didn't help with the fact that they couldn't help but choke back a giggle at his last name too - in their defense, who was actually named Finn McCool?!
But as another piercing crack flew through the area, they dove down to the ground, their thoughts once interrupted yet again by another baseball flying past their face. "Hah? Getting tired already?" Finn teased as he bent down on one knee, staring at their weakened form. This wasn't good. They were one unlucky hit from spawning back at the post - not like they could ever die in this strange world, but the feeling of teleporting and being put back together was far from pleasant - and here he was, mocking them for something they had no control over anymore. "Maybe that'll teach you not to involve me with your shenanigans."
A soft groan escaped their lips for the hundredth time. Every time they tried to tell this guy that it wasn't their fault, he just wouldn't listen. He'd end up in some rant about how he should be back home, hanging out with his gang instead of wasting away in the dry desert. The worst part about the whole thing wasn't the fact that he was complaining, however, it was the fact that he was right. And hearing him say it out loud sort of threw them off in a way they couldn't describe. "You're tryin' too hard, you know?" Finn replied as he dodged yet another onslaught of pellets from Player's slingshot, grinning as he juggled the baseball right on the edge of his bat. "You're in over your head."
CRACK.
And the next thing Player saw right before it all came crashing down was a baseball headed right for their face. The impact of it blinded them so bad, it made them drop to their knees. It felt like their chest was caving in on itself but the feeling of crashing was something that was all too familiar to them. The last thing that rang out in their ears was the sound of Finn's laughter, knowing that they were helpless to the current situation. Player's hand extended once more weakly, reaching out for someone to help them before their body hit the sand, their vision darkening as they found themselves embracing the darkness.
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Respawning was something that they'd never get used to. They blinked as the ended up on the ground, gasping and panting as their body was simultaneously put back together. Their inventory had been repaired, along with all their energy and the ability to use their skills. It was probably the work of more time travel, though that was the least of their concerns. The more pressing matter, which they knew was a little petty in the long run, was to beat Finn McCool and finally get him to understand their side. They would be damned if they just gave up now, not after learning most of his moves... which they still had trouble dodging in the long run. To be fair, no one can really accurately dodge a baseball hurling at the speed of light towards you unless you get really lucky. They stood up with the help of their sword, though still a little wobbly, and made their way back to where Finn was standing in the blazing summer heat.
He was leaning on his hip, weight pressed against the baseball bat he had digging into the sandy ground. His men were the first to notice them creeping back into their area. They quickly nudged Finn, who just ask expected, turned around with a wide grin that had victory written all over it. A chuckle escaped his mouth as he moved forward, spinning his bat with his nimble fingers. It was almost impressive how he could do that so easily. "Well, well," he spat out, tilting his head. His bangs quickly fled into his eyes, which he promptly moved before continuing, "I was almost sure you'd given up and gone home. Oh, wait. Can't. Oh well. Back again for another beatdown?"
Player grumbled. They hated the fact that he was right. He knew deep in his mind that they would just fight him again, and ultimately fall to their demise again, and again, and again. They would never beat him with pure strength alone. They had to do something different. But what could that possibly be? They usually had keen eyes - it kept them on their toes during stressful situations, and when they went through the depths of their own mind, it kept them alive then - but there wasn't a single thing that they had seen that could be used against him. It was like he was invincible.
And that's when they noticed it.
Finn kept his eye on Player for a while longer. Maybe he was waiting for them to try something more, to attack knowing their buttons had been pressed a little too hard. But in keeping all of his attention directed on to them, he completely ignored the other gang members that were trying to get his attention. It was subtle but the way Finn's body tensed up when Megaphone Man's hand had reached a particular spot on his back, right where the hip connected in an attempt to get his attention didn't go unmissed. They knew that he hadn't been injured during the fight; they were the one tanking all of the hits from the batter anyways. They had thought about the idea of Finn being averse to touch but with the way the gang hyped him up like he was a middle-schooler winning his first fight, they quickly erased that thought. There was only one thing that they could think of that would cause a reaction like that.
Finn could be ticklish.
The devious smirk that managed to creep across Player's face was immaculate. Could it be possible that Player didn't need to physically fight him, but to tear down his walls of endurance to get him to listen? How could they even get him to lower his guard long enough, or better yet, how could they get him in a battle alone? The batter usually kept his friends on standby in case he ever needed them. Not that he did when the two were fighting, but still as a backup. Thoughts rummaged through their head, finally setting in on an idea that could work.
"I have a better idea," Player announced, watching the plan starting to go into motion. Finn's head perked up, a hint of curiosity drawn on his face. He swung the bat around a few times, setting it in front of him after he was done showing off. The sand kicked up, flying past the Player's face. They didn't move an inch. "How about we have a fight? Just us. No weapons. A true 1v1. Loser does anything the other offers."
The deal was intriguing, more so to Finn's ego than anything. A sharp-toothed grin made its way on his face. Player had him on a leash by the first words. They knew people like this - so cocky that they don't see anything more than a guaranteed victory, yet their doom was lying right underneath it all. Finn's foot tapped on the ground as if he was actually pondering taking the deal. The hero knew he had already decided on an answer before the rest of the deal was even said. With a swift shot of his wrist, Finn threw his bat to the side. It landed right next to the rest of their belongings, making its home in the sand. "Consider it a deal."
"But." Player continued, holding up a finger. The group paused, raising an eyebrow. "Your friends are not allowed to help you under any circumstances. I win if they do."
Finn's hand clenched. A look of determination rang through him, and Player watched all the pieces of the puzzle fall right into place. Megaphone Man and Shotgun Bloke turned their heads toward each other, wondering if this was such a good idea. Knowing that they couldn't go rescue their leader if necessary was a little intimidating, yet they knew him. They knew that he was a strong guy and that he'd be through a lot worse in his times. Even Finn waved them off with a soft, "It's alright boys, I've got this." In his eyes, there was no way that he could lose.
Oh, what a fool he was, Player thought.
They kept their end of the deal. Their Slingshot and Launcher were quickly tossed aside, and their closed bag containing the four Heights swords they had collected was neatly tucked away behind them so it wouldn't get damaged. The two stared at each other. Determination was burning through both of their eyes, but the hint of playfulness couldn't be wavered from Player's own. Finn got into a battling stance, keeping his arms close to his chest. He really had believed that they were going to fight. The hero stepped forward in an instant, launching themselves into battle. Half expecting them to hit, the batter blocked.
Leaving himself wide open.
Player's hands reached underneath Finn's elbows, grabbing at the loose tank top he wore and pinching the skin gently. "What are you-" He stumbled back at the contact, his body twisting away from their hands. Trying to step back, Finn's ankle twisted in his daze of confusion and slight apprehensiveness and sent him down to the ground. The hero wasted no time in following him, straddling his waist to keep him down against the blazing summer sand. A scoff escaped Finn before he had realized what happened, his hands moving to grab Player's wrists to fend them off. For a good minute, the two were pushing at each other aggressively.
"I thought you said we were going to fight," Finn grumbled as he tightened his grip, holding out fairly well for the daze he got. "Not... whatever you're trying to do!"
Player chuckled as they quickly moved their arm to the side, breaking free of his grip. Their fingers moved down and planted themselves under his tank top, skittering alone the soft skin there. "Is this not technically a fight? Hmph." Their grip got a bit tighter. "Maybe this will teach you to actually listen to the person you're fighting."
Finn's reaction wasn't instant. His whole body felt like static-electricity shooting up every sensitive part of him, and he was fighting like hell to keep it under wraps. With shaking hands, he reached out to try and grab Player's teasing hand again, failing miserably when their touch got more frantic. His nose scrunched up as he turned away from both the person sitting on top of him and his gang, feeling almost a little humiliated. He expected a fight, a hand-to-hand fight. That's exactly how Player trapped him. As much as he'd hate to admit it, it was clever. Too clever.
"C'mon, you're not fighting back... is this really getting to you?" Player teased, pinching his side gently. The sole action made the one underneath buck upward, a muffled squeak escaping his mouth. If Finn didn't have such a giant ego, maybe the hero would've found it the slightest bit cute - slightest. But this would teach him to stop thinking with his bat and instead use his head. Finn, on the other hand, was practically dying from how hard it was to keep his reactions under control. Every slight poke, every grab sent him over the edge. "N-No, s-sohomething like this would... never gehehet to me!"
Player's lips thinned, clearly not convinced. "Uh-huh," they spoke gently, looking up to Finn's gang members out of the corner of their eyes. They seemed conflicted on what they wanted to do. Save their boss and ruin his pride or let him ruin his own pride himself was their only two options. It wasn't good either way but hey, at least no one was constantly respawning. They focused their attention back to Finn who was letting out titters of giggles every so often, hiding his face into his elbow. For someone so cocky, he sure was easy to embarrass. Or maybe he was ashamed that he lost so easy.
"So, you wanna admit you lose? You don't seem capable of fighting back right now anyways." Finn's teeth gritted hearing those words. His hands tried to move toward Player's shoulder, finally showing his expression. He was biting his lip, trying to make sure that nothing came out. All that seemed futile the moment Player's hands moved up toward his armpits. Finn regretted putting his hands on the hero's shoulders, unintentionally letting them access a spot that was particularly sensitive. A loud peel of laughter escaped him as he threw his head back, all hope of keeping his dignity in tact shattered like stained glass in front of Player.
"CohohOHOME OHOHOHN, q-quHIHIHIhiht ihihit...!" Finn half-growled, his laughter betraying any sense of threat in his tone. Player narrowed their eyes down at him. This was a little pathetic. Able to take them down in regular battle but weak to such a childish tactic. Was this really the same guy? Maybe it was the slight huff they let out or maybe the twinkle of amusement in their eye, but Finn caught on to the slight demeaning expression. "Thihihis isn't fuhuhuhnny!! Don't lahahauhgh..!!"
Player felt their own expression crack hearing that. They were trying so hard not to giggle at this sight but they eventually succumbed and smirked alongside him. "I'm not laughing. You are though."
Finn didn't know how to react. He'd never been bested this easily; he was the champion and the leader of a strong gang yet here he was, taken down by some tickling?! What did his men think of him now? Did they find him weak or even at all worthy of being their leader? ...why was he even being self-conscious about this sort of thing? All of those thoughts flew out the window, however, as Player's hands moved down toward his hips, pressing their thumbs deep against the bone.
"P-PlaHaahHAAHA-" He was quickly cut off by his own resounding laughter, his body scrunching up as best as it could with the hero on him. His legs kicked out wildly behind the two, dust flying with the howling desert wind. Despite twisting and turning the best he could, their hands continued to dig into his hips with no mercy, vibrating the tips of their fingers to drive him utterly insane. Player watched his back arch surprisingly high, and knew they had hit the jackpot. "So, you wanna talk about that? Or are we just gonna continue this little cat and mouse run?" That question immediately got them a fragile slap to the chest, the only place that he could honestly get his hands without completely dissolving at their touch.
"PfFTAHHAAHAH- fuhuhuckk...!! W-WhahAHHA- what dohoho you eheheheven- snrk- waHAHnHAHAnT?" Oh. Right. They hadn't even made their plea deal yet. Then again, Finn showed no signs of wanting to listen anyways through the earsplitting shrieks he was letting out. But Player had gotten what they wanted, and that was to finally beat him. Getting him to listen on the other hand would probably cost a lot more energy, more than the few minutes of them tickling him cost. The hero kept squeezing his hips, not letting him think for even a second as they started to carefully explain the situation. "I knew I couldn't beat you normally. I mean, a three on one? How fair is that?"
Between the few normal words they shared, their fingers moved up toward his sides. He tried to respond with a logical answer but all they were met with was a mix between hysterical laughter and squeals. "I had to figure out a smarter way to beat you. I have pretty keen eyes, you know." They winked, eyeing the two standing in the corner. The two froze, clearly realizing that something they had done had ticked off the hero into figuring out how to beat him.
"oOhoHoKAY?? I diHiHIHIhihidn't ahahaha- shihihit-" Finn paused for a second, trying to gather his bearings as best as he could with those teasing hands still raking down his sensitive skin. "N-NoHOHOHT whAHAHAT I ahahAHAHSKED!"
"Can it, I'm getting there." Finn growled at the response, though it melted away into laughter yet again. Player sighed. "I saw Megaphone over there touch your hip and you jerked. There isn't a whole lot that could get the mighty Finn McCool to flinch like this huh?" As to prove their point, their hand squeezed his hip again and just like they had predicted, his body jerked to the side, almost throwing them off entirely. They managed to stay on by digging their heels into the sand, placing themself in an awkward position just to keep themselves on him. "I had thought just maybe I could get you to finally listen to me when I tell you that I'm NOT the one who messed with time!!"
Finn visibly paused after hearing that. Player stilled their hands when they noticed, frowning. "So, you didn't teleport me to this world?" He asked, completely out of breath.
The hero's body relaxed. "Yes! Finally, you got it! I've been trying to tell you that this entire time!"
The two shared an awkward silence for a few seconds. Finn sniffled, probably feeling a mix of confusion and embarrassment. Not from being utterly destroyed, but for fighting with a person that he had no qualms with. Sure, his ego was huge, but he wasn't a bad guy. His anger towards being trapped in a new and strange world might've just clouded his judgement far too much. He rubbed at his eyes, wiping the tears threatening to spill out. Now that was embarrassing. His entire face was red, and now he was completely covered in sand from squirming so much. Player realized that Finn, without saying it, was giving the "battle" they had to them. It wasn't like he was going to win anyways. They quickly got up from his lap with no spoken words, dusting themselves off. It didn't take long before they both got up, the hero helping the batter up.
"If you weren't the one to take me here, who did?" And thus started the story of how the Player got here themselves. The battle between the Mysterious Figure, the whole 'time-traveling' thing, and how they were on a quest for Shedletsky to try and find Builderman. Upon hearing the story, Finn turned away from both his gang and the hero. "You probably just got sucked up here with me, if anything. It's unfortunate but there's nothing really I can do except continue on my mission."
"Guess I have to accept that, huh?" The batter muttered with a soft tone, crossing his arms over his chest. Player nodded. It seemed he finally started to understand, even if it did take a whole lot of effort in doing so. The two shared more intense silence, the two gang members not daring to speak either.
"Fine, here." Finn pulled out a card from his bag, tossing it over to Player. They stumbled forward to grab it, watching as it almost slipped through their fingers. "Found it laying around. Guess you, uh, technically beat me. Even if it was a little..."
"Unorthodox?"
"Yeah," he laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, you could definitely call it that. I have no use for the damn thing anyways. And just so we're like on the same page, me giving you this means you keep quiet about this. About... yeah."
Player stared at the card with amazement before shoving it into their pocket, careful not to bend or break it. Finn turned toward his gang members, still flustered out of his mind. Even Player could see the way his ears shined a bright red against the sun's rays. "Next time though, we fight for real. No cheap tricks, y'hear?"
They laughed genuinely. It had been a while since they had truly felt something. "Sure, sure. I won't tickle you to death next time. Thanks for the card. I hope we cross paths again on my journey."
"Mm. Go save the world, you dork. And make sure you bring us back with you, right?"
Player quickly grabbed their items, making sure all of their swords were still in tact. They looked as shiny as the day that they got them. Looking up, they nodded swiftly. "Don't worry. Everyone will get back to their homes. I'm sure of it."
"I wish you luck, sword holder."
Player looked a bit shocked. They didn't specifically mention the swords, considering there were people desperate to get their hands on them. "How did you...?" they started but were quickly cut off.
"I got keen eyes too, y'know." Finn replied, eyeing the closed off bag. He smiled, different from his cocky one. "Now get going. Before I decide to fight you now."
The last thing that they saw before heading out was Finn turning around, watching the two behind him wave them off. What a weird gang, they thought as they shook their head. Where was their next destination? ... right.
may i have some chance hcs maybe,,, that would be nice :)
blinks. wow this request is old. i finished it though!!!!!!!!!! yippie for me!!!!!!!! im touching up a block tales fic too, along with another forsaken fic so expect those coming soon... meanwhile,,,
have the silly gambler!!! i love chance i dont think you guys understand...,, (also how many people left in forsaken do i have to write,,, im getting kind of low on survivors and killers,,,)
CHANCE HEADCANONS
GENERAL
- Despite being a rabbit kind of guy, he also really likes cats. He just thinks they have a sort of elegance around them and they don't really make as big of a mess. He would still never trade his rabbit for anything but his second option is definitely a cat.
- They have EXTREME time blindness. They will get to events either hours early or extremely LATE. There's no in-between, and no matter what they do (ex. setting alarms, marking it on a calendar, etc.), they can never fix it.
- Has 15 different coins to flip though only sticks with one. Their parents always got them a coin for their birthdays custom made but they still only use one, and it has their name on it. One time they believed they lost it and had a panic attack before realizing it was in their pocket. ... they love that thing more than anything.
- He hates stuff that's too sweet. He prefers stuff like Tiramisu and dark chocolate. He will tolerate sweet stuff if he has to though. (A little note for this, I wrote this headcanon months ago. The facts from Christmas confirming that they enjoy colder desserts is JUST a coincidence. I don't even know how I like, half guessed that shit.)
- Switch-leaning lee.
LER
- Chance might be one of the most evil people when it comes to tickling others, especially when its in his favor. Not even kidding. The dude is a complete menace to people he cares for and trusts, and even to people he may not necessarily even like.
- They're not above tickling anyone. They have no shame when it comes to this. When it comes to fooling around with close friends or even as a last-case scenario for in the rounds, they're ruthless. Needless to say that everyone is a little cautious around them.
- In terms of survivors, he'd tickle just about everyone for shits and giggles but when it comes to people he's close with, the main ones he'd go for are Elliot, Guest 1337, Two Time and surprisingly Dusekkar. With the killers, it's a bit of a different story. The only one he has managed to actually strike down is Don, but he's come close to tearing down 1x1x1x1 too. He's tried doing it to Noli once, but then realized he had accidentally started tickling a hallucination. Not too fun when you turn around and see a disappointed expression before you respawn. How the hallucination even responded is something he doesn't understand either.
- Their style of tickling changes depending on the day and how they're feeling. If they're feeling generous, they'll take it easy and overall have a softer approach. Little pokes, soft fluttering and gentle strokes of their nails. But if you tick them off or get them to a point of a no-return, they're unrelenting. Fast scribbles, raking nails between each spot, squeezes in the most sensitive areas; they've got it all.
- Teasing people has got to be his favorite thing to do. He enjoys seeing how flustered people get because of it, and how extreme their reactions can get. He, of course, thinks its adorable. He tries not to go overboard but sometimes he just doesn't catch the memo, or gets lost in his own little world. It's not because he doesn't care, promise, he just gets caught up in seeing the cute features of each person and how different everyone is. He will pull out every dirty trick known to man, every tease ever, and anything that could get people to squeak and squirm more.
- Master of sneak attacks, next to Taph. They're quite knowledgeable on how to sneak. Unless their luck is low, and they trip on everything they see. ...most of the time, they're very good at being silent.
- He doesn't have to pin people down. He rather likes the challenge of keeping them down and underneath him when tickling his target maybe as a test of strength. Sometimes this really backfires with stronger people like Jane and Guest. He's been hit quite a few times on accident, saying, "oh it'll be fine." It was definitely not fine.
- Aftercare with them is kind of confusing, to be honest. If they don't like you/you're one of the killers, they'll run away at max speed after doing it considering ... they're against them. No pick-me-ups, nothing. But with someone in the lobby? Yeah, it's the complete opposite. They're very considerate to the person they've completed destroyed, offering to do whatever to make sure that they're feeling okay... even if they're complete garbage at what the person asks. The only person to actually break this rule is Don. They actually do care a tiiiiiny smidge about him, whether they'd like to admit it or not.
LEE
- Despite being evil when they tickle people, they REALLY cannot dish out what they give. Like comically so.
- Depending on his luck, how ticklish he is changes. Higher luck causes him not to be as ticklish as normal. Of course, his nerves are always heightened a little generally but it's never too bad. But when his luck is terrible? Dude. Even the slightest breeze tickles. The fucking grass tickles. Everything and anything will find a way to get him giggly. He is genuinely the most ticklish person ever, rivaling 007n7's own ticklishness. That's an achievement on its own.
- Like I said, they are a walking tickle spot. There is quite literally nowhere where they aren't ticklish. Some good spots to target to get their shield down is their neck, their ears, the spot between their ribs/armpits that just barely connect to their back, their lower stomach and their feet. All of those spots immediately disarm them and crumble their defenses. They do have a secret spot on their back that completely kills them but the only one to find that out is Elliot, though Guest has come close once.
- His laugh is absolutely wild. Most of the time, it's very calm and composed. He lets out a few chuckles, maybe some giggles. Nothing too over the top. When he's being tickled? Oh, all that goes straight into the trash. He's so loud that he might burst someone's eardrum out if they get too close, and his laugh almost sounds like, a little insane. Some people have mistaken it for Two Time's laugh due to how wild and wacky it is and got surprised when they saw the gambler on the floor instead.
- Chance can't fight back even if they tried. Their whole body seems to shut down when being tickled and they just curl up on the floor or wherever they're sitting and practically just take it. People have used this technique to get them out of stressful situations (ex. heated arguments that got a tad bit physical, when they're being an absolute brat and refuse to listen, or when they're in the rounds and playing with their life recklessly). It seems to work most of the time, even if you do get a slight pout from them.
- He has fallen into one of Taph's 'tripwire-tickle' nests by complete accident. It was meant for Shedletsky, but with his terrible luck days, he managed to find himself in it. This is the day he quickly became afraid of Taph... (he didn't mind it too much, he's just dramatic.)
- Teasing doesn't really work on them considering it heavily depends on the person doing it. If it's someone like 007n7 or Dusekkar, it has little to no effect on them. The minute Elliot, Guest or even Spectre forbid, Don starts teasing them, they fold like a lawn chair. Gone in a matter of seconds. They will turn redder than Coolkidd himself and that is also very much an achievement on its own.
- Aftercare with him isn't too special. If anything, he'd just get up and start gambling again despite being wrecked to high hell. Some days he does wish to be cuddled after it, though he'd never admit that.
i love this stupid gambler hes so me coded,,, in by which im just a gambler... theres no correlation anyways BYE BYE
,,, here's one of my headcanons, the others are coming shortly!!! for a fandom i've never wrote for before.,, also i am a bit tispy, its my christmas spirit trust (giggling)
anyways!
Andrew HEADCANONS
GENERAL
- He has a cleft lip which he's been pretty self-conscious of. He's had a couple surgeries to fix it, but he doesn't have the money to keep having surgeries. He usually wears a mask if he's not around someone he trusts.
- Insomniac. He always had trouble sleeping but it got worse when he lived with Ivan and with his desire to make good games, it drove him to constantly stay up and push himself to the brink of exhaustion. Before their relationship soured, Ivan would often put a blanket over him when he inevitably passed out at his desk.
- He is a jack of all trades. He knows how to cook, clean and overall live by himself. He's also well versed in taking care of plants and animals from his childhood, and from his garden. Most of the time, though, he gets lost in making his video games that he sometimes forgets to take care of himself. It's a bad habit.
- As much as he makes video games, he often doesn't play them as much as he should. He finds more joy in creating his own stories, though he doesn't back down from playing a good story game every once in a while. His favorite genre is RPG with dark fantasy elements.
- Didn't know where to put this considering this could be taken either way, but honestly, if either in a ler or lee mood, sometimes he'll write tickle scenes into his story-based games just to relieve himself of it. I'd also headcanon him to be somewhat aware of the community online, but is way too shy to actually say anything about it.
- Lee-leaning switch.
LER
- There's very few times where Andrew would actually tickle someone. It's not that he won't, he just doesn't have the time nor the friends to do so.
- The only person he'd ever feel confident to tickle is Ivan and even that is a slippery slope for him. He's not uncomfortable with the thought of doing so, he just has complex feelings considering he isn't around people a lot and it's Ivan. He has tickled his other friends before when he was a kid, but obviously not anymore. He's too dedicated to making games, and he shuts himself in his room when most of the time so socializing and physical touch is a very... touchy subject. No pun intended.
- When he does tickle Ivan, considering he's the only person he really talks to nowadays, its never too rough. He's already self-conscious about doing it in the first place, he wouldn't want to overwhelm his friend. He does think that Ivan's smile is really cute, though, and will sneak little pokes or waist grabs just to see it. He tries to hide that fact from Ivan but he isn't exactly too sure if his friend knows exactly what's going through his head.
- He doesn't really tease; moreso, he just points out little details. "You know, you look adorable with a smile," "do you know that you have dimples?", or riskier things like "gosh, can I make you laugh more often?" under his breath. He'll get embarrassed if you ask him about what he was saying and blush profusely. If he's annoyed though, expect constant teases.
- His hands and fingertips are really soft. He prides himself in taking care of his hands a lot more than the rest of him considering he is constantly on his computer and typing. Sometimes he even lets his nails grow out. It doesn't get in the way of him coding and making his games AND it drives Ivan absolutely crazy. Win/win.
- Just because Andrew doesn't tickle people often doesn't mean he can't be mean about it. He would often tickle Ivan to get him to shut up about writing in his games. Of course, it never stopped him completely, but it definitely kept him quiet for a while. It was also a bit of a distraction for him considering his shut-in tendencies. Despite how annoying the consistent pleading is, he is thankful for the slight break it provides.
- He's not too strong so he doesn't pin down Ivan, but he will often grab his hands if he tries to fight back too much. Restraining people just isn't something he does, he doesn't like it personally, but he's been hit a little too hard on accident by Ivan one too many times, so he does it mainly for his safety.
- Aftercare with him is subtle but sweet. He's more likely to get back to work more often than not, but he does make sure the person he tickled is okay. He offers comfort and other things like drinks or food before he goes back into his shell and doesn't come out for hours.
LEE
- Andrew is surprisingly super ticklish.
- When he was younger, he surprisingly wasn't tickled a whole lot. Sure, a few pokes were given and maybe a squeeze if the situation was playful enough, but no one ever had actually tickled him. Maybe it was because he didn't have too many friends that were hands-on with him, or maybe they all had just assumed that he wasn't ticklish at all. The closest anyone had come close to finding out is when he let out a squeak when someone brushed his ribs accidentally and he somehow managed to play it off as if he was just startled. Even he's surprised that worked. When he got older, made friends with Ivan and started living with him, it was a little harder to keep it under wraps. Ivan had once jabbed him in the ribs to get his attention once and knew from the moment that he squeaked that he had found something interesting and Andrew couldn't hide it this time.
- The only person to tickle him is Ivan, though he does sometimes wish that he had more friends that were willing to tickle him. He likes the feeling of it though he'd never admit it out loud.
- His main ticklish spots are his stomach, ribs, his inner thighs and right below his ankles. His neck is also ticklish but its off-limits due to how close to his face it is and that makes him uncomfortable.
- Despite having such a low, rumbling voice, his laugh is anything but. Normally its soft and wavy but when he gets tickled, you can throw all of that out the window. The minute he feels hands on his stomach, he's already tittering and squeaking to high heavens. Ivan finds great amusement in this though and even compares him to a schoolgirl. Andrew is so embarrassed by it but can't bring himself to necessarily hate it.
- He does snort but only if you tickle around his ankles. He gets super embarrassed because of it.
- Andrew will absolutely fight back. He doesn't want to cause he knows he could accidentally hurt someone, but he can't control himself when being tickled. He just squirms so much. He has smacked Ivan a couple of times, and Ivan has just tickled him harder because of it. There is a point where he stops fighting back, though it's rare to see. Ivan knows just the spots to target to get him to that point.
- Teases absolutely destroy him. It doesn't matter if it's the cleverest thing on the planet or just simple teases. He will ALWAYS turn a bright red when put on the spotlight like that, he cannot physically help it.
- Aftercare with him is simple. He would prefer if he got some food, drinks and some cuddles afterwards but he's really not picky. He, most of the time, feels really sleepy after sessions like that so he probably takes a nap afterwards. (He's never out for long though due to his insomnia.)
i love him,,, he's so me lowkey i really wish they expanded on his lore more RAGHHH sorry if its ooc,,,
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS (for those who don't celebrate christmas) !!!
i hope you guys spend the day with your family, friends and people who you love (and vice versa) and overall have an amazing holiday today !!!
i have a few gifts of my own coming out today, whether that be early in the morning or later in the evening,,,
i have six headcanon posts in the works, ~3 fics (if i'm lucky cause they are kind of long), and even something from a fandom i recently got into that i've just not been able to share or see any content about (yes, its on roblox ... when is it not). i'm excited to finally get them done and share them as a way to say thank you for supporting me even though i am kinda MIA a lot LOLLL
here's a little sneak peek of what i've got cooking up,,, hope you enjoy it
from, noli ^^
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"W-What are you- h-hey..."
Azure's body tensed as he felt the other's fingers glide against his dark torso, the cloak he wore providing no protection against what Two Time was doing. The reaction he gave caught them both off guard. Azure wasn't expecting to still be able to feel those... childish sensations. Two Time beamed at the realization that it still worked. It also gave them a small sense of relief. "Time," Azurewrath growled as he started to struggle a bit harder, the purple symbol on his chest glowing and fading rapidly as if proving that he was nervous, "whatever you're thinking of doing, don't."
Two Time only hummed in response. Their once rough fingers, covered in blood a time ago had managed to become maddeningly gentle. Eerily so. "Whatever could you possibly mean, Azure?" they teased back in a stoic voice, eyes narrowed down to their features. They could still make out that face from long ago despite all the changes. Despite the horrors they may have seen. The other sucked in another breath, looking down at their hands that were still gliding across their stomach as if nothing was happening. Their power felt weak. Even if he wanted to attack them, with his hands or with his tentacles, it felt like all their defenses were breaking down in front of them. It was humiliating, it was... pathetic. And it felt a little like what used to be their home.
you guys will get a good christmas harharhar (i've got things planned) BUT the main thing i wanted to share is that well... im sorta a VA for a rather popular roblox game...
its not out yet, and i'm not exactly sure if i will admit what it is right now, but just know i have a LOT on my plate now hahah
im thankful you guys have stuck around though, i know how hard it is to wait for content. <3
alright, gonna say that im gonna be coming out of hiatus soon enough
I’ve been working on a bunch of headcanons, some requested and some that I just chose to do myself because I got inspired,,,,
the fics will take a LITTLE longer considering I am sick right now (I have a double ear infection and a URI so screw me I guess) BUT while I am sick, I’mma touch up everything I’ve got done and just overall work towards getting things done so I can reopen my asks and all that good stuff
thank you guys for being patient with me, it means a lot !! 🩷
i thjnk i remember lowering the volume whenevrr a tickle scene happened aaaughhtfhndhss
BRO ITS SO BAD sobs
whenever i see a tickle scene or anything that REMOTELY resembles it, my face just turns a bright red. i cant even help it at this point, it just AUTOMATICALLY happens
when im with other people, it takes everything i have not to react... i just get so embarrassed,,, and very few people have realized it,,,, and i hope it STAYS that way,,,
Hihi person who sent the noob scoliosis hc thing uhh basically I had the surgery like 3 months ago and it's actually so miserable because I still can't run
(Idk if this needs a tw)
thats so real,,, i haven't been able to actually run in like almost a year (i think its nearly been a year since i've started walking with my cane) so i understand that struggle </3
you'll get back there, though !! just keep resting and healing at your own rate ^^
IT'S LIKE JUST INTERNAL SCREAMING LIKE yknow what I mean right?
ABSOLUTELY. it’s so scary cuz like now you’re wondering like “do they know” “is it weird that im staring for a little longer than usual” or if they ALREADY know it’s like
“….are they about to wreck me right now.”
spoiler alert, it’s always the second one. always. (I don’t think I’m complaining LMAO)
