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Voodoo Duke-craft

An online article has been going around about a Voodoo doll craft for the risky people. Deceit, who comes across the article online, decides to ask Remus to make one for him. There was something he wanted to try out on the fellow sides...

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t2eb, day 17: “tickle fight”

“No,” Virgil insisted, his eyes wide in fear. He crawled backwards on the floor, desperately trying to get away from the two figures looming over him.

Deceit’s eyes were dark, four of his arms extended and ready to strike. “You brought this on yourself. You shouldn’t have tried to get away.”

“Please, I didn’t mean it, I won’t do it again-” Virgil babbled. He felt a wall against his back.

“Oh, damn right you won’t do it again!” Remus crowed, his gleeful smile just as terrifying as Deceit’s stoic expression. He cackled as Deceit shot out two arms to trap him in place aginst the wall. Remus knelt down next to Virgil, who was fruitlessly attempting to worm his way out of Deceit’s hold.

“Know why?” Remus asked, bringing his face close to Virgil’s terrified expression.

“Because we’re never gonna let you go again.”

With that, Remus leaned forward and blew a huge raspberry on Virgil’s neck.

Immediately the emo side’s demeanor went from scared to giddy, his face scrunched up in laughter as he kicked his legs frantically.

“No no nonono, Remuhuhus!” he squealed, his laughter rising as the creative side merely burrowed deeper and blew another raspberry, making sure that he wiggled his mustache enough to tickle Virgil’s sensitive skin.

“Hm?” Remus hummed against the skin. “What’s up, Stormy?”

Virgil couldn’t respond; his attention was rather forcefully grabbed by two hands digging into his sides, the thumbs wiggling mercilessly into his stomach.

“Deedee!”

Deceit snickered. “Aw, Virgey, are you having fun?”

He shook his head, but no amount of protests could hide the goofy smile on his face. Remus and Deceit shared a look before attacking Virgil’s neck and belly button in unison, making their victim shriek with laughter as he desperately attempted to curl away from the tickles.

The two lightened up their tickles for a moment, letting Virgil catch his breath. He was silent for so long that Deceit and Remus dropped the act, coming closer to him to ensure that he wasn’t hurt.

Virgil’s eyes darted open just as the two of them were face to face with him.

“I think,” he said, eyes darting between the two of them, “that someone else needs a turn.”

Without warning he leapt forward, grabbing Remus and pinning him to the ground, scrambling to sit on his thighs. He wasted no time in digging his hands into the creative side’s hips, relishing in the way Remus immediately broke into full cackles.

“V- Vi- Virgihihil!” he gasped, his laughter coming faster as Virgil moved one hand to claw at his tummy while the other stayed spidering at his hips.

Remus turned, weakly raising an arm to Deceit. “Dehehehe- hehehelp!”

Deceit paused for a second, looking between the two of them before smiling.

“With pleasure.”

Remus watched through bleary eyes as Deceit extended four arms, moving them down past Virgil, toward Remus’... legs... oh, fuck.

“No! No no nonono, Deedehehehe!” Remus’ pleads went ignored as Deceit used two hands to torture Remus’ knees, while the other two slipped off his shoes and went to town on his soles and toes.

Remus writhed, throwing his head back and forth. Virgil slowed his hands, watching with delight as Deceit wrecked Remus’ two worst spots.

“What’s up, Reemie?” Virgil taunted. “Having fun?”

Remus looked up into Virgil’s teasy face. A lightbulb went off over his head. Through his wild laughter, he subtly pointed to Deceit, making rather intense eye contact with Virgil as he did so. The emo side seemed to understand, because he casually swung himself off of Remus’ body.

Deceit paid him no mind, having too much fun tormenting Remus’ little piggies while tracing shapes behind his knees. He was having so much fun, in fact, that he was completely unprepared for Virgil and Remus lunging forward, each of them grabbing two of Deceit’s arms in their hands, yanking him within their reach.

“What?” Deceit started, shocked at their brevity. He opened his mouth to complain, but then each of them let one of his arms go, using their now free hands to begin poking and prodding all along his ribs.

“Ha-!” Deceit squawked, flushing at the undiginified sound, but he could barely think about that when Virgil and Remus were now expertly tag teaming on his ribcage, Virgil pinching up one side as Remus pinched down another.

“Oh, I just love a little payback,” Remus crowed. “Don’t you, Virgil?”

Virgil didn’t respond, just chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down Deceit’s spine. He tried to reach his other two arms out to pull them off or tickle them back or anything to make it stop, but he was wholly shocked by Remus and Virgil darting their hands in to wiggle their fingers at his, now exposed, armpits.

“Uh oh!” Virgil mocked. “Double the arms, double the pits...”

“Double the tickles!” Remus finished, and the two continued, alternating between Deceit’s ribs and his pits.

Deceit laughed and laughed, thrashing fruitlessly to escape. He could barely focus on anything, but he eventually came to a belated realization: he only had 4 arms right now. Which meant...

He screwed his eyes shut, digging deep within himself to concentrate on manifesting his other two arms. He kept them low to the ground, out of sight of his current torturers. While Remus and Virgil taunted him, Deceit was focused on snaking (pun intended) his arms behind the two of them, slowly raising his hands in the air, hovering them over their backs, until-

Virgil and Remus jumped and squealed in sync at the feeling of fingers skittering up their spines. They whipped around in confusion, only to fall backwards into mirthful giggles as each of the hands darted forward to attack their tummies.

Deceit sighed in relief as they released his other arms in their laughter, allowing him to move forward and lean over them ominously.

“Oh, that was very, very silly of you,” he said, eyes narrowed. “Looks like the Tickle Monster is gonna be busy for the rest of the day.”

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The Tickle Monster Tussle (Moceit)

*This was my first requested shot on Wattpad. If you have a request, feel free to leave it in the comments, or you can "Ask" me. Keep in mind that those shots will take a while to get done though, frankly. I hope you like it. Also, the next stories that I post that include Deceit will have him named as "Dolion" (Greek origin; means "deceit" or "liar") because this was before the snek's name was revealed (and I'm too lazy to go back and change it).*

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In the Mind Palace, life is usually pretty peaceful. Sure, there's the usual banter between Virgil and Roman, but it's not like it gets terribly heated. In fact, arguments between aspects don't happen too often unless the issue is a life lesson or a reoccurring problem. Bottom line: arguments are actually seldom heard.

It's especially a TRUE rarity when one of the people involved in a somewhat heated argument is actually Morality. What's more is that he was having an argument with his boyfriend, Deceit, so a disagreement between them is really few and far between. Thankfully the topic of said argument wasn't anything to stress about. When you think about it...actually there's nothing to think about. It was one of those cute arguments over a little thing that's shared between lovers.

Dolion sat in Patton's room as they talked about random things. Somehow, the topic fell to who had the cutest laughter in the Mind Palace between all of them. Of course, Patton vouched for Logan saying how he hardly ever smiles or laughs. Plus, when he finally found a way to get him to laugh, it was as if the sun finally came from behind the clouds at the sound of his precious giggle. Dolion rooted for Virgil, however, and argued that his chuckles were like a rainbow coming out after a storm.

"Oh yeah?" Patton questioned his lover on his argument, "then what's your technique to hear it?" Dolion just chuckled cockily and answered, "Simple, I tickle him silly." Patton looked at him somewhat shocked and only replied with a "Wow!" Dolion looked at him like he was crazy and questioned, "What? It's the easiest way to get it out of that worry wart." Patton shook his head and stated, "No no no, it's not that. It's just that I do the same thing with Logan, and he's VERY ticklish."

Dolion chuckled at a recent memory as Patton explained himself. "Funny, I do remember an unfamiliar laugh coming from his room." Patton gave a small giggle at that and replied, "Yeah. That was him in a sensitive situation." With curiosity filling his mind, Dolion leaned back in his chair and asked, "So, tell me, Patton. How do you go about these tickle attacks on your victims?" Patton blushed a bit at the question but still answered, "I usually grab them and hug them so tight that they can't escape. Then with all the strength in one arm to hold them, I use the other to tickle away as their laughter waterfalls from their mouth. What do you do, Dolion?"

The side in question smirked and responded, "I'm glad you asked. I just outstretch my four other arms and hold my victim in the air. Then I just hold them in my reach and use my remaining two arms and hands to tease and torture the little cuties." While describing his technique, Dolion displayed said four other arms, picked Patton up into the air, and kept his limbs bound to show what he'd do. "Whoa!" Patton yelped in surprise, "that's really neat kiddo, but would you mind putting me down? This is kinda high for me." Of course, with Dolion being the loving boyfriend that he was, he lowered the height but to the point where Patton was a little closer than arms reach. However Patton noticed the mischievous smirk on his lover's face, and asked, "Dolion, what are you thinking?"

Dolion's mischievous smirk turned to a playfully evil grin as his last two hands rose to Patton's view with his fingers ready to strike. Patton finally realized what his intentions were and went into a panic but managed to utter a warning, "D-Dolion, if you do this,"he gulped, "then you are declaring a tickling war between us. Do you really wish to do this?" Dolion seemed to show a little bit of guilt as he lowered his hands...until he shot them back up and scribbled them all over Patton's ribs and in his underarms. All the while, Patton did nothing but squeal and giggle at the sensations.

"Aaahahahaha! Doliahahahahan! Stahahahap!" Patton squeaked out as he squirmed in his boyfriend's grasp. Dolion couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight in front of him. Unfortunately, he felt a strangely strong tug from the arm that held Patton's left arm up, so he scratched at that armpit to weaken the pull and earn an adorable snorted giggle. The same thing happened with the other arm, and the same reply was given. This continued three more times on each side until Patton snatched both arms free and spun out of Dolion's grip and landed on his feet like he was in a ninja movie.

Patton stood up straight and looked up with a gleefully sinister glimmer in his eyes. "Dolion," he started. "You have just declared WAR!" Patton shouted at his lover as he lunged and tackled him to the ground. Take a mental note reader: "Never underestimate Patton's strength. It's the reason why he always gives the best hugs." Speaking of hugs, Patton had Dolion on the beige carpeted floor in a hug stronger than any kind of bear hug in existence that held all but one of his arms hostage. All the while, Dolion squirmed in the grasp of his lover to try to get away, but he found his attempts to be fruitless. In a somewhat frightened panic, Dolion tried his begs for mercy, "No! NONONONONO! Patton, please. Don't do this. Please, I'm sorry. We can talk about this. Can't we talk about this?"

Obviously, the answer was no. Once you started a tickle war with Patton, there's no going back until both sides got even, and that was the one thing that Patton had in mind. While holding Dolion with one arm, he used to other to scratch and pinch at his ribs while kissing and blowing on his neck. Of course, Dolion was giggling up a storm from the sensations on his torso. He writhed in his boyfriend's grasp to try to escape, but he had to admit that the technique was quite effective.

He continued to squirm in Patton's hold in attempts to end the torture. His desperation increased ten-fold when Patton started his teasing and causing him to blush profusely. "So," Patton started, "tried to out tickle tickle tickle me, huh? Trying to see who-oochie coochie who was better, eh?" (I'm like blushing as I'm writing these teases...I'm horrible to myself...😅) "NOHOHOHOHO! PLEAHEAHEASE STAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHI'M SAHAHARRYHYHY" Dolion screamed out as he wasn't sure how much more he could handle until he realized the one arm that was still free. With that, he reached behind him and squeezed at Patton's side, which he called his "Squeak Spots" with his stomach.

Patton turned his body away from the touch while giving a respective squeak. Dolion felt the hold weakening and continued to squeeze and pinch the Squeak Spot until he was released fully. When he was finally freed, Dolion turned to straddle Patton and attacked his sides and belly as he squirmed and squealed from sensations. He then took one of his other four arms, held one of Patton's over his head, and scratched at his armpit while proceeding with his Squeak Spot onslaught. Patton was screaming and flailing at the tickling feelings while half-heartedly pushing at the torturing hands to end the attack, but he was reaching his limit and fell into silent laughter.

Dolion saw his boyfriend's flushed state and finally stopped his torture and got off of him. Patton curled in on himself, panting while trying to chase away the remaining giggles from his body. Dolion awed at his boyfriend's adorable state, picked him up, and carried him to the bed to cuddle with him. Once he finally calmed down, Patton spoke up, "I guess you did out tickle me, huh?" Dolion chuckled and responded, "I can't help it. Once I want to hear my precious bean's giggles, I won't hold back until I hear them." He finished his statement with cute little scratches under Patton's chin and around his neck to earn him some more of the aforementioned giggles that he adored. He stopped his scratches with a kiss to Patton's forehead while quietly saying, "I love you, Baby Bear." Patton gave an adorable baby yawn and replied, "I love you, too, Serpent King," and nodded off to sleep with Dolion following soon after.

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t2eb, day 25: “playing dirty”

“This is not fair, this is not fair, this is not FAIR!” Remus screams broke down into unintelligible laughter, occasionally snorting as Deceit hit yet another tickle spot.

“What’s not fair?” Deceit challenged, his two middle hands vibrating their thumbs into Remus’ tummy. “If I have six arms, I’m going to use them.”

Remus couldn’t respond to that, too busy kicking his legs as Deceit managed to pinch and squeeze at both of his knees at the same time. With his arms being securely pinned by Deceit’s final pair of hands, the creative side had no choice but to take whatever Deceit did to him.

“Hm, I think someone might have a little tickle spot or two,” Deceit drawled, completely comfortable as he watched Remus fall apart below him. “Don’t struggle, honey. Think of it as just me using a... ‘tactical advantage’.”

His fingers suddenly skittered outwards to spider up and down Remus’ sides, while his other two hands crawled even lower and started tweaking his toes.

Remus gasped, pulling his arms in any attempt to free himself from Deceit’s grip, but Deceit only laughed.

“Oh, does someone think they can escape?” he cooed. “Poor little Remus, stuck in my trap. Nowhere to go and no one to save him!”

Remus was in a giddy panic. The tickles were driving him crazy, and Deceit’s snarky voice felt like bugs crawling across his skin, and he couldn’t do this, he was going to die giggling on the floor like a fool all because of Deceit and his goddamn six arms.

Remus’ eyes burst open. Idea.

He let himself fall even further into laughter, thrashing his body and screaming just a bit louder than he naturally would. He snuck a peek at Deceit’s face, took in the joyful expression he got whenever he got the chance to tickle Remus to death, and after a few moments, he felt Deceit’s hands slow, his fingers resting in the dips of Remus’ hips and underneath his toes.

“Aw, does somebody need a little break?” he asked sweetly, shifting slightly in his position on Remus’ hips. “Get your breath back, darling, because when I start again I’m not stopping-”

In a flash, Remus was lunging at Deceit, startling him enough to make him fall backwards and accidentally release Remus’ hands. With the agility of a man who’d spent his entire life dueling with his brother, Remus threw himself on top of Deceit, reversing their positions.

Deceit paused in shock before laughing incredulously. “Oh, if you thought it was bad before, you are gonna get it now-”

But Remus only grinned, because at that moment there was a flurry of movement and green, slimy skin, and suddenly Deceit was rather thoroughly pinned by Remus’ own tentacles.

There was a beat of silence before Deceit began tugging at his bonds, his cocky expression dropping into one that could only be described as fear.

“Let me up and I’ll do anything you want, anything, Remus, I’m serious!”

“Giving up already?” Remus asked. Deceit nodded immediately.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please let me go, please don’t tickle me-” he babbled. He never was afraid to beg, Remus recalled.

The creative side hummed, pretending to ponder, before shaking his head with a cackle.

“Nah!”

And with a snap, one tentacle began hovering over Deceit’s torso. It gave a little wave to Deceit, who was still shaking his head and begging for mercy, before coming to play with Deceit’s ribs.

Oh, Remus wished he had a camera with him. To see the great Deceit immediately break down into the most helpless, desperate laughter you’ve ever heard, all from one little tentacle playing hopscoth across his ribs.

“Rehehehehehemus!” he squealed, voice somehow going even higher when another tentacle starting wiggling along the other side of his ribcage, while even more took their places in all six of his underarms. “Plehehehehehease!”

Remus merely laughed, settling back to watch his tentacles take Deceit apart without him even having to lift a finger.

“Aw, don’t struggle, honey! You should be proud of me, you know, for using my ‘tactical advantage’-”

“Shuhuhuhuhut the fuhuhuhuck up!”

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Snakes Need Tickles too!

Deceit wants tickles. Lots and lots of tickles. But, the only way Deceit knows how to get him, is by annoying the people around him...

So, he does just that.

For @ticklish-sprout and @tickle-me-happy

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t2eb, day 7: “light tickles”

Roman thew himself down onto the bed with a groan.

Deceit, his ever-loving partner, didn’t look up from his book.

“Dee,” Roman whined, “I want attention.”

“When don’t you want attention?”

Roman didn’t have the energy to argue that point. “I want tickles.”

That got Deceit’s attention. Roman rarely asked outright; he was usually too embarrassed.

“Bad day?” Deceit guessed.

“Not awful, just frustrating,” Roman admitted, grabbing Deceit’s hand and bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

“Right now, I just want some love from my lover.”

Deceit scoffed, willing his blush to go away. But still, he shifted, opening himself up for Roman to come snuggle against his chest, which the creative side did gladly.

As soon as he got settled, Deceit wrapped an arm around his torso, both to pull him closer and so his hand could reach around to Roman’s tummy.

He felt Roman sigh contentedly as he began lightly skimming his skin; his sighs soon turned to huffs of laughter as Deceit neared his belly button, fingers sribbling at the skin around it for half a second before trailing away again.

“Better?” Deceit asked, his attention barely on the book in front of him anymore. He smiled as he felt Roman nod against his shoulder, his melodic giggles ringing in Deceit’s ear.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice hitching as Deceit passed another random sensitive spot.

Deceit thought that would be it, but Roman never failed to surprise him: before he could react, the dramatic side had slid a hand under his t-shirt, brushing his fingers along Deceit’s side. Not his scaled side, where even the lightest touches would send him into spasmodic giggles, but his human side, which was more of a melt spot than anything.

Deceit released tension he didn’t even realize he was holding, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. “Ro?”

“You think I can’t tell when you’ve had a hard day, too?” Roman replied.

He wiggled his fingers in the dip of Deceit’s hip, and the snake side released his own soft stream of giggles.

“Ro-” he started, but he cut himself off as his lover began pressing feather light kisses along his neck. Deceit let out another stream of quiet laughter, but he didn’t move away.

He felt Roman smile into his skin. “Let me do this for you.”

Deceit bookmarked his page, setting the book aside so the two could spend the rest of the night in a loving embrace.

“Of course, my love.”

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