#ticklish!roman

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don't mind me, just warming up before art fight

@legendofzeldafan05 @junimotardis @hahanamegobrrrr

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A Twinning Challenge

A/N: This story comes from the prompt list concept I had created. I decided to make them their own individual fics. With that being said, enjoy ❤️💚💙🩵

Sidenote: I do not know exactly when I would've written these since it was only very recent that I added dates to my works. The closest date I can think of is between 2021-2022.

Character(s): Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remus Sanders, Roman Sanders

Concept(s): Roman is ticklish, Remus is ticklish, Patton is ticklish, Logan tickles Roman, Remus tickles Patton, Patton tickles Remus, Arms Up Challenge, Playful brotherly rivalry, Remus refers to Patton as "Daddy" (non-sexual), Remus refers to Logan as "Whale Penis"

Pairing(s): (Platonic) Logince, Intruality

Prompt(s): "Challenge"

Synopsis: Roman and Remus have a stand-off to see who can keep their arms up the longest

Trigger(s): Caps (Let me know if there are any more)

Word Count: --- words

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Arms Up Challenge. Fair enough. If the standoff was between literally any other Sides. But of course, sibling rivalry lasts a lifetime. As the two were set up for the tickly challenge, Logan wanted to make sure they knew exactly what they were getting themselves into.

“So you two know the rules, correct?” “Yes, Specs. I can’t wait to beat my brother at this!” “Only if you beat me as hard as you play with your meat, little Ro Boat!”

Roman rolled his eyes as they were both finally secure to the wall with pillow lining and wrist restraints. They were both pulled taunt enough that they weren’t able to scrunch up their arms but were able to move their legs around freely. The rule? Swinging is allowed but kicking is not. Patton made his way over to the Duke’s side of the wall.

“Are you going to behave like a good kiddo this time?” “Whoever gave you that thought will be my next crime victim.”

Patton immediately plunged his fingers into the latter aspect’s pits, making Remus go straight into kicking.

“Uh uh uh! If you keep that up, mister, there will be consequences!” “LIHIHIHIHIHIKE SPAHAHAHAHANKING?! OHOHOHOHOHOOH!! THAHAHAT’S NOT LIKE YOHOHOHOHOU AT AHAHALL!!” “Being difficult, eh? How about this?” “HEY! IHIHIHIHIHI THOUGHT MY LEGS COULD BE FREHEHEHEHEE!!” “Not if you aren’t going to be a nice little Dukey!”

Remus burst into even louder laughter from the nickname being used in that awkward context. Roman was trying so hard not to kick but was unable to keep from swinging as far as he could left to right. He realized that kicking was prohibited but stomping wasn’t. He let his feet try to hit the ground every other motion.

“Roman. All of your extra motions are making it difficult to complete this task thoroughly. I will need to revoke your leg bearing privileges.” “WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT?! NOFAIR!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!” “It is all fair, Roman. After all, you two came up with the rules for this. The first one to ‘chicken out’, as you called it, will be the winner. The loser will get a longer sentencing of underarm tickles for ‘research purposes’.”

The way Logan worded the last part of that statement made it clear that it would definitely not be for “research purposes”. This went on back and forth. Digging, scratching, wiggling, poking, and prodigy were all factors played in order to get one of them to crack. Roman eventually couldn’t take when that oh so delicate sweet spot near his upper ribs was the targeted attack. The screech and bellowing laughter that followed was the key indicator in who the winner would be as well as Roman stating that:

“ISURRENDER! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA– IHIHIHIHIHIHIHI SURREHEHEHEHEHENDERRRRRR!!” “Awh! And I was just about to go for the faux claws. You can handle that, can’t you, Remus?” “Now now, Patton. The two made a deal with each other. Whoever the winner is doesn’t get attacked anymore.” “I guess that’s fair.”

Patton snaps and the bonds on Remus come off. The moral figure misjudged Remus’ weight and they both fell to the ground with a loud thud. Patton tried getting up first, only for the latter figment to wrap his arms around his waist.

“Uhh, so… no hard feelings–” “Oh, Patton~ There are no hard feelings between us~ I just want to hear you laugh and scream~”

The wiggling of Remus’ mustache against Patton’s neck made him laugh in slight fear and anticipation. Of course Remus wasn’t going to hurt him too badly. He just wanted to hear all of the joyful laughter from the intrusive aspect.

“You handle my little bro, Whale Penis! I have a date with Daddy!” “Wait! REMUS!”

Patton burst out in laughter as he was carried out of Logan’s lab and Roman would soon be in the same state of hysterical laughter.

[affectionately-scaring]

From @cefsticklestoo HC on the discord :)

These are just sketches this time, apologies ^^,

[soft-tickleeee]

Sanders’ Sides Tickle Headcanons!

Hi! This will be my first post on this blog, so I figured it’d be pretty good to make it about tickling and Sanders Sides.

And, I know that some people have become more comfortable with Dark Sides as of recent, and even though I’m comfortable with seeing content of Janus and Remus, I still find writing about them myself rather unnerving. We’ll see if that changes in the future. But for now - no Janus or Remus.

Sorry.

But anyways, here you go.

- All of the sides are equally ticklish, but in different areas. They also express their ticklishness differently from one another.

- For example, Roman is most ticklish on his underarms - and when tickled there, he bursts out into loud, cackling laughter, and does his best to fight back.

- Patton is most ticklish on his stomach, and when he is tickled there, he curls up and his laughter immediately goes silent. He hardly fights back aside from wrist-grabbing beyond that point.

- Logan’s is his palms. He tries to pull his hands away almost immediately after being tickled there and stifles his laughter as much as possible. Due to this, it’s hard to figure out what his laugh sounds like when tickled on his palms.

- Virgil’s is his feet. But due to never being touched much and being relatively new to tickling as a whole, he doesn’t let people touch his feet. It makes him uneasy. (yes im self-projecting onto virgil here stfu)

- Since Logan’s worst spot is rather hard to find, he is able to stifle his reactions quite well when he is tickled in another area. At least, for long enough for the ler to assume he’s not ticklish, or until he gets annoyed and scares them off.

- But if you surprise him, he lets out the most high-pitched, surprised yelp you will ever hear in your life. And then glares, obviously embarrassed.

- It’s kind of the same with Roman, but when you tickle him in other areas, he still reacts. But not with laughter. He fights back, and it’s almost impossible to pin him down.

- Patton happily lets people tickle him - and will sometimes openly ask for it if he’s in the mood. (i envy anybody able to just walk up to someone and be like “hey. tickles. now.”)

- Virgil, on the other hand, squeals when he’s tickled. Literally. He’s a squirmer, too, so anybody who tickles him is at major risk of being punched in the gut from his flailing. But if you can pin him down, then he’s a goner.

- Tickle fights are rather common. Usually it comes down to Roman and Patton after the others became too exhausted, since both of them don’t know their limits, and both of them are absolute tickle monsters.

That’s all, really! If you’d like, you can request headcanons for a character or scenario, or request me to write a drabble for a scenario. Anything is fine, but no NSFW! Have a nice day.

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i’m thinking of giving writing fanfiction another go (i used to do it on my old blog)- feel free to send in prompts using the post i just reblogged! i’m looking to write for sanders sides :)

[lilacivories]

Feeling Better

characters: Roman, Patton

pairings: none/royality (can be read either way)

summary: Roman is feeling unsure of his purpose, and Patton helps remind him. In the end, they wind up helping out each other.

“Kiddo? What’s the matter?”

Roman groaned and threw his arm across his face, slumping further into the couch cushions. “Everything!” he cried. He had made himself comfortable on the couch, lying down like Snow White as he groaned.

The cushion dipped next to Roman’s head, and gentle fingers ran themselves through his hair.

“Would you like to talk about it?”

The prince let out a long sigh. “I’m useless. I have exhausted all ideas for a new video, and none of them are conceivable for longer than a few minutes! I’m afraid that I have failed you all!”

Although he always loved to hear Patton laugh, it was highly unusual to hear it during a time of such distress for any of them. Roman flung his arm away from his eyes to cross it with the other over his chest and pout up at the other facet.

“What is so amusing?”

Patton smothered his giggles. “Oh, I’m sorry, Ro. I’m not laughing at you, really– it’s just... It’s a little silly to hear you saying these things when you do so much already! You’re helping out even when you’re not thinking of video ideas!”

Roman blinked. “...I am?”

Patton laughed again, and resumed petting his hair. “I’ve never seen Logan so curious since you started taking him through the imagination to stargaze. Haven’t you noticed how much poetry he recites at breakfast now?”

“Well...I suppose...”

“And Virgil loves hanging out with you! I’m so glad you two found something to enjoy together.”

“Oh,” Roman looked away, but a smile was tugging on his lips. “It’s just makeup. And we don’t even really speak, we usually have those audiobooks on in the background that he likes to listen to.”

Patton was beaming. “It’s a pretty big deal to Virgil. It’s a stretch of time where he doesn’t have to worry about anything. You gave that to him. And now Thomas is more relaxed as a result. That sounds pretty helpful to me.”

Roman was smiling, too, but he knew that something was missing. “What about you?”

Patton cocked his head to the side. “What about me?”

Roman sat up, facing the other facet directly. “How do I help you? I can’t think of anyone more deserving than our dear old dad.”

Patton blushed. “Aw, kiddo! Just getting to see you all so happy is all I need!” To prove his point, he reached over and squeezed Roman’s sides, his smile only growing when the prince squawked in surprise and started laughing.

“See? Your laugh is so cute it’s making me happy!”

Roman was crumbling, and quickly; Patton was a formidable foe, making a habit out of living up to his tickle monster title.

“No, waihait!” Roman giggled, trying to remind himself how his arms worked in order to protect himself.

“Too late! Look at what a handsome smile you have!” Patton’s right hand found its way underneath Roman’s shirt and was tickling mercilessly around his navel; Roman knew that if he didn’t act soon, they’d reach the point of no return. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

With no other options in sight, Roman lurched forward and saved himself in the only way he could.

Patton let out a loud shriek when Roman suddenly began squeezing his thighs, and fell right back against the couch.

“I know exactly how I help you!” the prince teased, moving forward to trap Patton, fingers kneading expertly into the soft flesh of his thighs. “We all know how much our favorite sunflower loves tickles!”

Patton was quickly beside himself, sliding down into a very vulnerable position on his back. Roman only continued, using this new angle to kneel between Patton’s legs (still tickling all over them), and lean down to kiss all over his neck.

“Nohoho, nahat there!” Patton shrieked when Roman’s fingers dug into the backs of his thighs. His shoulders were scrunched up as the prince nuzzled into his neck, placing teasing kisses where he could. Patton kicked a little– certainly not enough to keep Roman’s hands away– and kept his arms tucked against his chest, fingers grasping onto the front of Roman’s shirt so that they were pinned together, giving himself no chance of escape.

Roman couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Oh, yes, right here! This adorable tickle spot of yours. I know you just love being wrecked like this. And you’re completely helpless, dearie!”

He was surprised that no one came to investigate the hysteric cackles coming from his victim, which were mixed in with snorts every time Roman blew little raspberries into his neck or tickled behind his knees.

“Oh, you’ve got such a cute laugh! And look at that adorable blush, I could kiss it right off of your cheeks!” Roman blew a raspberry into Patton’s cheek before nuzzling back into his neck. “Cootchie cootchie cootchie coo!”

Patton never once asked for him to stop, but Roman knew to back off once the other started wheezing more than laughing. When he pulled back to smile down at him, Patton was blushing bright pink up to his ears, eyes sparkling with happiness so genuine it nearly had the prince tearing up.

“That made me feel a lot better,” Patton admitted, releasing Roman’s shirt to let his arms flop against the couch in exhaustion. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard.”

Roman gave him a kiss on the forehead, just as Patton often did to him and the others. “We all adore seeing you laugh. I’m glad I know how to help with that.”

Patton eyed him mischievously. “I’ll get you back for this!”

Roman laughed at that. “You get me back? How do you plan on doing that when you’re ten times more ticklish than all of us put together?” His hands slid deftly underneath Patton’s shirt and just barely grazed over his tummy, but it was enough to have his victim squealing and squirming all over again.

The prince wasted no time in going right for the terribly sensitive area of Patton’s soft lower belly, noticing all the while how Patton kept his arms away.

“Aw, poor thing, you couldn’t get away even if you wanted to,” he cooed. “Giggle bugs should know better than to threaten the tickle monster! Especially ones with adorable tummies like this one!”

“No!” Patton squealed, but Roman squeezed his sides before returning to his belly.

“Yes!” he countered. “Four hundred percent yes! And I’ll have no argument about it!” 

His fingers spidered their way all over the sensitive softness of Patton’s tummy, the playful teasing never ceasing, until Patton himself started to push Roman’s arms away and curl up into himself.

“E– enough! Enough! Pleaheahease!” he managed to gasp, and Roman pulled away to let him breathe.

The two curled up into each other as they always did after a tickle fight, turning on the TV as they cuddled.

When Patton had caught his breath, he turned his head slightly to look at Roman. “Feeling better?” he asked.

“Much,” Roman admitted. “You?”

The other side beamed, cheeks turning a little pink under his freckles. “Definitely.”

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Turn of Events

OwO

My fist ever post! Wowie. Okay, so, I’m a big fan of Sanders Sides. Like seriously, HUGE fan of them. That’s why most of the posts will be dedicated to them. Anyway, hope you like this! And as always, I’m open to feedback~✧

Summary: Roman teasing Virgil about how ticklish he is, when Virgil finds out something very interesting about Roman while trying to escape him.

Warnings: Tickling...

Virgil didn’t know how he found out.

But Roman knew Virgil was ticklish.

It all started on a relaxing day, when Virgil was laying on his bed and scrolling through Tumblr. Like usual. When all of a sudden Roman just “happened” to stop by. He had a devilish smirk on his face, which lead Virgil to be suspicious, but most definitely not expect what he would do next.

Roman practically pounced onto him, and started obliterating his stomach with tickles.

Ever since that day, Roman wouldn’t stop bugging him about it. But he never told any of the other sides, either. Probably since Virgil threatened him not to, or else he’s “dead”.

Virgil was in the kitchen getting himself a late night snack before he tried once again to fall asleep. He didn’t notice the fanciful side in the living room watching him from the couch, though.

“Hungry?” Roman asked, announcing his presence. Virgil flinched, startled, and immediately settled again. Spinning himself around to look over at Roman, he shrugged.

“Guess so. Just getting one more thing before I go to bed.” Roman nodded and looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight already? Virgil thought to himself. Why is Roman even still up? He walked over to Roman and sat next to him, ripping open the chocolate bar he got from the kitchen.

Roman looked over at the darker side, and delivered a look that Virgil knew all too well since the past couple days.Virgil sensed what was coming next, and immediately tried to bolt, but it was too late. Caught by the shirt, he was dragged back as his sides were being tickled to oblivion by Roman.

“R-Rohohomahahan! Nahahahah! Fahahahahack!” Virgil squealed, as Roman pulled him into a tight embrace while tickling up and down his sides. As he moved more toward his stomach, Virgil started really trying to escape.

“STAHAHAP! K-KAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” The poor trait squirmed and tried to push Roman away, to no avail.

“Cootchie cootchie coo~” Roman teased, smiling down at the darker side.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Virgil really was a laughing and blushing mess at this point, and the teasing didn’t exactly help his situation either. At this point he had no other choice but to try and fight back. He wasn’t sure if Roman was ticklish or not, but it was the only chance of escape he had at that point.

Virgil quickly took advantage of Roman’s tickling hands to attack his underarms, and as soon as he started wiggling his fingers there, Roman’s attack stopped as he jumped backwards off of Virgil.

Still recovering, Virgil took a few breaths, and turned back to Roman. Roman was staring at him, obviously trying to hide a smile. Both of them knew what was going to happen next.

Virgil quickly jumped on top of Roman, and started tickling his underarms. Roman absolutely shrieked with laughter. It was high-pitched, though not as high-pitched as Virgil’s. He threw his arms down to his sides, thus only trapping Virgil’s hands in the sensitive area.

“V-AHAH-VIHIHIRGIHIHIHL!” Roman was struggling to utter any words, as loud laughter spilled out. He was most definitely regretting the attack on Virgil now.

“Yes?” Virgil responded, grinning down at him.

“STAHAHAHAHA-AAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!” Roman was cut off by his own laughter, as Virgil started moving his tickling fingers down his ribs, which must have been another weak spot of Roman’s.

“Say sorry, and I’ll stop.” Said Virgil, slowing down the tickling a bit so he could talk over the laughter.

“S-sohohohohorry..” And with that, Virgil stopped and let him breathe.

“Karma’s a bitch, Roman.” Chuckled Virgil. Roman shot him a glare, and then continued panting. “I’m telling Patton you’re ticklish.” Stated Virgil, only to get another glare from Roman, who was still recovering.

“Dho thahat and Ihi’ll tell him yohou’re tihicklihsh ahaswehehll...” Virgil immediately shook his head and leaned back on the couch.

“Nevermind. Patton shall not know about this.”

What they didn’t know, is that Patton already did. He had been awoken by Roman’s loud laughter and went down to see what was happening, only to see Virgil tickling Roman.

They’ll never hear the end of it. Ever.

Aaaand that’s it! Sorry it was kinda short... And yes, I know it’s terrible. But what can you expect, ya know? Anyway, I’m open to feedback, suggestions and prompts! See you! Have a nice day!

[could-be-crofters]

#30 -- "Bold words from someone within tickling distance."

A/N: For the final fic in this prompt list, I wanted to write a story between Roman and C!Thomas because I don't see that enough. With that said, enjoy ❤️🤎

Character(s): Roman Sanders, (Character) Thomas Sanders

Concept(s): Roman is ticklish, Thomas tickles Roman, Roman is experience an Art Block, Roman gets frustrated, Roman has ticklish hips, Roman has ticklish underarms

Pairing(s): (Platonic) Thoman/Romas

Synopsis: Thomas is trying to come up with ideas for shorts and Roman's frustrations is leaking out into his ideas. Thomas helps cheer Roman up.

Trigger(s): Caps (Let me know if there are any more)

Word Count: 537 words

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It wasn't an uncommon thing for Roman's frustrations to leak out into Thomas' work. It had been a pretty stressful week and in order to make up for that, Thomas wanted to make a few YouTube shorts to get out of this irritable funk. Roman, despite wanting to produce the best videos possible, was getting more and more flustered as time went on. He noticed little hiccups that he wouldn't have otherwise.

That kind hyper-aware nagging felt more of something Logan would do, which did not help his mood at all to acknowledge that. After going through several more edited list of ideas, Thomas finally sat up from his chair with a heavy sigh and made the rise up motion.

Roman was sitting gripping his pencil roughly and mumbling to himself before noticing where he was. His demeanor changed immediately when Thomas asked what was going on.

"I'm quite busy making coming up with ideas. As you can see, none of them are worth anything for your audience to see." "That's not true! Maybe we could compile multiple ideas in one. Like we used to do for Vines." "But will your fans actually want to see that or do they want 'real content'?"

The host sucked his a breath of air before looking down briefly to think. This ideas weren't even Sanders Sides related, however, he still believed that his audience would enjoy a bit of humor. Especially considering the current state of most online platforms. A bit of whimsy never hurt anyone, especially during hard times.

Roman finally snapped and went on about how every time he tried coming up with a new idea this week, his art block has been stifling it. His creative juices would be flowing but there seemed to be some barrier stopping it. Even causal hobbies were becoming harder to indulge in due to this funk.

"Oh that's terrible, Roman." "Yes, I know. But! I will keep trying." "Don't you think you need a break first, buddy?" "I have already lost a lot of time trying to reignite my flame. Maybe a different approach is needed."

Thomas chuckled under his breath as an idea surfaced in his mind. Roman looked to his host for a moment before completely turning his body.

"What are you laughing at, Thomas?" "Bold words from someone within tickling distance."

Roman gulped as he tried sinking out but rose back up immediately with Thomas already standing next to him. He felt a pinch to his hips and squawked, backing up slightly.

"Come on, Princey~ Laugh~" "Th- tehehehe… thomahahahas!" "Yeah, that's me." "Yohohou are thehehehe worst!"

Thomas gasped in faux pain and went for Roman's underarms, causing the other aspect of his personality to curl up.

"THOMAHAHAHAHAHAS!!" "I'll keep this up until you are in a better mood."

Roman tried fanning Thomas' hands away but to no avail. But the crimson aspect didn't hate it. It was a nice experience to be able to bond with his host. Just like old times where he would the one dishing out what he couldn't handle. But it was all fun and games at the end of it all, no matter how exhausted they were or how playful the rematch was.