#ts tickles

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It's a bit rare of me to do these for meself but!! Redraw from this thing from three-ish years ago!!

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#22 -- "Are you laughing or screaming?"

A/N: I didn't know what to do for this one so I went with intense tickles and Patton because I rarely see Patton in more extreme situations and I think that he would secretly enjoy that. Plus, my headcanon of Remus being a robotic fanatic makes the situation even better. Hope you enjoy :D

Character(s): Patton Sanders, Remus Sanders

Concept(s): Patton is ticklish, Remus tickles Patton, Patton uses safeword, Foot tickles

Pairing(s): (Platonic) Intrulity

Synopsis: It had been hours of intense tickly torture and all Patton could do was laugh. Remus was there to help with all of this.

Trigger(s): More intense tickling, Foot tickles (Not NSFW), Nearing breaking point, Safeword usage, Innuendoes, Drug mention (as the safeword) [Let me know if there is anything else]

Word Count: 527 words

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It had been a few hours. Patton's feet felt like static, his voice was expelling various croaks and hiccups from laughing so long. Though he never shouted out his safeword, he was very close to breaking. But he was having so much fun. Then a timer went off. Patton gasped and breathed in heavily as the hands on the stocks retreated for a brief moment, only to reemerge with a damp towel to wipe his feet with. Remus stood up from his slumped posture to the side of the bed.

"It was so kind of you to come to little ol' me for tickling pleasure~"

Due to the sensitivity Patton was still facing, Patton squealed and cackled when Remus tickled his ears. Remus snorted as he held the remote up.

"Word?"

Patton stared at the remote, then Remus, then the stocks. He wiggled his toes a bit before smiling brightly and shaking his head. Remus laughed.

"Fine then! Your funeral!"

With a press of a button, the hands de-summoned then emerged once more. This time with some kind of special oil and fuzzy socks. Or what Patton thought was fuzzy. One hand used a brush to "paint" the oil on Patton's soles before the other one placed a sock on each foot. Oh no.

"Rehehehehehee! The … sohohohocks! They… tihi… tickle." "Well, they are made out of microfiber. Just a little experiment that I wanted to try out."

The hands started to massage Patton's soles with the socks still on and it became clear. This would be the thing that broke him. Patton couldn't hold back at all as he cackled with glee, his wrist now being bound down to the bed and his feet, while still in the stocks, had the toes held back with two appendages while the other two grind their knuckles on his heels.

It tickled like hell! With the added bonus of the itching powder and oil combo, this made for one of the worst tickling experience he had ever been in.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FU-FU-FU-FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!! RE-REMUS!! PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASE!!" "My my~ What's the matter, Uh oh Daddy-O? Are you laughing or screaming?" "AH- HEHEHEHEHEHEHE- NOHOHOHOHO!! REMUS!! REHEHEHEMUS PLEASE!!" "All you have to say is that little word."

Patton tried to hold in his breath but all that did was make his cheeks puff out and make it even harder to hold back. When the damn broke again, Patton finally hollered out.

"SHROOMS!"

The hands retreated again like the previous times and this time when they reemerged, they pat the back of the moral facet's soles. After they wiped his feet again, the stocks let his ankles go as well as the wrists letting go and slithering off either side of the bed to their original sitting position on either side of the bed.

Remus clapped happily as he walked up to the bed and lifted Patton up, who was still in a partial daze. Remus snuggled Patton for a brief moment before snapping for the bed to go back to his regular coffin-styled one.

"Well… it was nice of you to stop by again! It really is no bother! All you have to do is send in a request and I'll be there."

Patton nodded.

"Thank… … you… kiddo…" "No problem!"

His machines could be intense but sometimes Patton needed something like that after having to watch his every word and step throughout the course of the week. To know that Remus was okay with him asking whenever he wanted, that made Patton feel a lot more comfortable in a way.

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How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)

Patton - 8/10

Logan - 9/10

Roman - 7/10

Virgil - 10/10

Janus - 8/10

Remus - 7/10

Emile - 6/10

Remy - 9/10

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Still Bored?

Pairing: Logince

Summary: A very bored Roman disrupts Logan while he’s doing work in his room, demanding attention. Logan realizes Roman’s lee mood, and decides to cure both his mood and his boredom.

Warnings: None that I can think of!! Pure fluffiness in this household!

Word Count: 1025

Originally written for @kanene-yaaay! Love to my buddieeee  :D

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“Roman, you know I love you dearly,however, I request that you desist from your rampant rampage all across the room. I am attempting to finish some paperwork, and it must be completed today.”

Roman stared back before huffing indignantly at his lover, clearly dissatisfied with the amount of attention he was receiving. “Logaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan~” Roman drawled out, almost whining, rather pitifully. “Play with meeeee- I’m positively dying from boredom, and with Patton’s new rule of ‘no monster fighting’ without one of you accompanying me, I’ve got absolutely nothing to do!”

Logan pinched his nose, huffing, and only just managing to avoid the temptation of completing rather unpleasant strangling of his boyfriend. He quirked his eyebrow, rolling his eyes, albeit rather fondly, at Roman. As insufferable as the Prince was, he was quite fondly attached to him.

“Okay, well, what exactly were you going to suggest that we play, Roman? Do you perhaps have any particular activity in mind?” Logan recalled the little hints coming from Roman that day. The fidgety-ness, the restlessness, the fact that he had been on edge nearly the whole day. Roman had even had his little spurts of giggles. 

Roman slowly felt his face grow red, as his eyes widened. “I…” he trailed off, growing a bit shy, but being unable to hide the slight little smile that was currently worming itself upon his face.

Logan rolled his eyes before walking over to his boyfriend and sitting beside him on the bed. 

Roman hummed a random tune lightly, avoiding eye contact with Logan.

He was insanely, undeniably ticklish. And, Logan knew that. Now, let’s be fair, Logan held his fair share of ticklishness as well, but Roman... Oh, but Roman. That boy was quite possibly the most ticklish one in the mind palace, despite everyone’s previous assumption of it being Virgil. Roman was just a walking bundle of ticklishness. He supposed it was due to him being more well-toned than most of the others, due to all of his adventures. The more muscular he was, it seemed, the more ticklish he became.

Roman, in an attempt to spare himself some dignity, continued his original statement. “I-I just...I’mimabitofaleemood!” he hurried out, scrambling to get the words out before he decided to take them back.

Logan smirked, dragging the royal’s feet into his lap. “Well, why did you not mention this earlier, Roman? You know I am always willing to participate in your shenanigans, frivolous as they may be.”

Roman flinched, before giggling. Oh, so Logan was going less along the lines of a tickle fight, like expected, and more along the lines of a Tickling-Roman-Frenzy. This was quite alright with Roman and Logan both.

Logan felt Roman tense, and he glanced up, suppressing a smile, and he knew that this was exactly what Roman was wanting at that particular moment.

Logan, grinning, began lightly wiggling his fingers underneath Roman’s toes.

Roman snickered softly, and gently shoved at Logan’s hands.

Logan smirked slightly, glancing towards Roman. “Whatever could be wrong, hm? This is what you wanted, correct?”

Roman covered his face with his hands, blushing, and giggling sweetly, exactly as a royal should.

Logan scratched across Roman’s heels, and Roman squeaked lightly, and quickly tugged his feet away from Logan.

Logan fondly rolled his eyes and tugged Roman back down by the ankles, readjusting the both of them so that he was now sitting and straddling Roman’s hips.

“Why hello, Logan.”

“Hello, Roman.”

“Lovely day today, isn’t it?”

“Do not try that. You asked me to tickle you, and it is my intention to do exactly that.”

Roman bit his lip lightly, before giggling again. He really was too cute when he got like this, if Logan did say so himself. And he did- say so himself, that is.

Roman broke into giggles as he felt ten fingers all simultaneously wiggling into his sides. “Nononononono! Ihihit tihick-tihihic-!”

Logan smirked. “Tickles? Well, I definitely hope so, Roman. If it didn’t, I believe that would defeat the purpose of me tickling you.”

Roman flushed bright red when he heard that word being used against him so deviously. “Dohohon’t sahay ihihit! Yohohou knohow I cahan’t deal wihith ihihit!”

Logan cracked a smile. “What? ‘Tickle’? Is ‘Tickle’ the word you’re talking about? I promise it’s just a word to describe what I’m doing now to you right now. It cannot harm you in any way.”

Roman snorted when he felt two thumbs drill into his hips. “NOHOHO!”

“Something wrong, Roman?”

“Nohohohoho!”

“‘No’ what, exactly, Roman?”

Logan simply chuckled darkly, in a very un-Logan-like way.

Roman covered his grin and giggled. He watched as Logan wiggled his fingers above Roman’s tummy, Logan watching as well as Roman’s eyes followed his fingers carefully. Logan smiled when Roman giggled, wiggling slightly in place.

“What’s wrong, Roman? I haven’t even touched you yet.” Logan held a certain twinkle in his eyes that showed his sincere love for the other. 

Suddenly, the fingers resting just above Roman’s tummy touched down, scribbling rapidly across the sensitive flesh.

Roman fell into helpless giggles. “Ah! Nohohoho, Logahan!”

Logan halted his wiggling fingers before pulling the other into his lap, holding him there. Logan ran his fingers through Roman’s hair, soothing the other in his fit of post-tickle residual giggles.

“Well,” Logan started, a genuine smile still having a ghost of a presence on his lips. “Are you still dying of boredom, Roman?”

Roman scoffed playfully at Logan’s question, swatting at his boyfriend’s shoulder. “No, no, I’m very much not bored, Logan. Thank you for checking, Pocket-Protector.”

Logan tugged forward to rest his face above Roman’s. He smirked, still gently playing with Roman’s locks. “You know, Roman, I am sincerely glad that I have the absolute most ticklish boyfriend on the planet. It is, quite honestly, very adorable, Roman.”

Roman growled playfully, before shoving Logan back onto his back.

“Oh, you’re gonna get tickles too! I’m not the only adorable one!”

Needless to say, the rest of the afternoon in the mind palace was filled with lots of giggles and squeals from both boys, especially after Roman got in some not-exactly-revenge tickles to his boyfriend.

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Some doodles.

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We crave Logan tickles please this figuritive man needs attention and affection he is so stressed and underappreciated canonically. Janus saw his orange eyes for a moment and would team up with Patton to get Logan under the ruse of a playful tickle monster hut he knows Logan NEEDS THIS

Back in the fucking building once again. merry chrisis or whatever take this thing using the new designs AGAIN + obligatory throwback to @oliviaischillin1204 and her being Totally Normal about this idea.

So cramped in here! A couple of squeezes might slip!

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Tickle Jail

A/N: Credits goes back to Fluffymary (Their art is amazing!!). I actually wrote this almost three years ago believe it or not. I had made a re-write before but wanted to add a bit more since it felt rather abrupt and short. So, with that said, enjoy 💚✨

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

Concept(s): Art-Based Fic, Remus being a prankster, Remus is a little shit, Remus is ticklish, The other Sides get their revenge on Remus, They are a FamILY

Pairing(s): (Platonic) DRLAMP

Prompt(s): "Remus being put in tickle jail" ~ Fluffymary

Synopsis: Remus is put in tickle jail after pranking the others for a few weeks straight.

Trigger(s): Vague mentions of a smut, Food, Innuendoes, Light Bondage (Let me know if there is anything else I missed)

Word Count: 540 words

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The MindScape nuisance was on a pranking spree as usual. Every now and then, one of the others would be caught in a trap that would put them in awkward positions that left a certain area of theirs vulnerable to sensitive attacks and some that would involve moving a couple of items every few seconds to see if the person would notice. The pranks were mostly harmless for Remus pranking standards but they were still getting slowly out of hand and since repression wasn't an option, they had to confront him sooner or later. Two weeks of this ordeal and the others were finally sick of it.

Maybe it was molasses and feathers that made Janus banshee scream, or putting the sleeves of Logan’s books on his own self-binded smut stories. Or... maybe... the time he put some of Patton's collectible Squishmellows in a small guillotine. Or dyed all of Virgil's clothes red and Princey's clothes black. Or replacing Roman's Disney collection with CDs of the original Grimm's version of the fairytales.

The Sides set up a different kind of trap for the intrusive figment. They got Janus to summon Remus, who was immediately ecstatic at the idea of having more fun. But what Remus didn't realize was that it was a trap for himself. Soon Remus’ ankles were locked into stocks, wrists bonded to the floor of the living room. He stammered, asking what this was all about.

"Oh, Remus~ You know all too well why this is happening~" "No, I don’t, Janny! Was it the last prank?! In all fairness, I think Roman is just a poor sport. I could have actually dyed your hair white." "That baby powder made my foundation cakey." "Consider it an improvement, bro."

The others gathered around the stocks, with one of them snapping off Remus’ boots. Remus chuckled nervously as Roman wrote the punishment on the board that read:

Tickle Jail!

Name: Remus

Crime: He’s a little shit. Show no mercy 💚

Said aspect held back the toes on Remus’ right foot, allowing the Janus to skitter under them. Remus immediately began cackling, his body shaking and thrashing. With all of them putting their own personal spin on the torment, Remus was barely able to make a comeback or rebuttal to any of this.

Between Patton’s soft teases of "You’re in for oodles of fun, little Octo!" and "Aww~ You’re snorting! Can you count how many times you’ve done it?", up to Logan “counting” his toes, code for counting then writing it down only to then not “properly” write whatever number due to Remus’ thrashing and having to clean it to write it again, all the way down to Roman singing Nursery Rhymes.

"Guhuhuhuhuys! Wait! Sorehehehehery!" "You have been up to your pranks for weeks now. No apologies here."

If Remus were to be honest with himself, it was too much and yet it was so much fun. He had been wanting this for weeks, for someone to give him some undivided attention. Maybe not in this particular way but it worked. He had, in fact, been a little shit and was getting punished for it. And Remus knew that the others would not stop any time soon. Which was fine by him.

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#19 -- "Aww, does this tickle?"

A/N: First time writing for this pairing. Don't know if any one has done this yet or not but I think immediately thought of them when I saw the prompt statement. With that said enjoy 🌈🥕

Character(s): (Character) Thomas Sanders, Nico Flores

Concept(s): Thomas is ticklish, Nico tickles Thomas, Thomas and Nico are in a relationship, Nico is only partially ticklish, Nico has ticklish calves, Karrot Kings cuddling, Nico is a bit of a tease

Pairing(s): (Romantic) Karrot Kings

Synopsis: Nico discovers Thomas' sensitivity while cuddling

Trigger(s): Food, Restraints [momentarily] (Let me know if there are any more)

Word Count: 569 words

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Thomas waited anxiously as he got off the phone with his boyfriend. The relationship had just started and he was already worried about everything. That meeting with the others did not help as much as he thought it would. It might just be mindless panic, or something more. But Thomas was going to ignore that aching feeling for the time being.

Soon as the doorbell rung, Thomas peaked out from behind the doorway, as if he didn't know who it was behind it.

"Ah… Mr. Sanders~"

There weren't too many people that referred to him by his last name. It was just the courteous thing to do to refer to him that way. But he was just accustomed so much by his fans and family to just go by Thomas that hearing his last name made his face flush.

"Hello… to you too… Nico…"

The other man chuckled lowly and pecked Thomas on his cheek, which didn't help the blushing.

"May I…" "Oh! Right!"

Thomas let his partner into his apartment, watching as Nico looked around his living room.

"So, what's the move for tonight, Thomas?"

Oh the formalities were over. What a relief. Thomas let out a soft sigh before scratching the back of his neck.

"I guess… movie night." "Okay! I'll pick the movie. You can make the popcorn."

Thomas nodded as though he didn't know where he was. And for a brief moment, he had completely forgotten how to microwave popcorn. It was nice to see his lover take it so easy. Just laughing at how Thomas burnt the snack up and helping him with the next batch.

Once the movie marathon had begun, Thomas had relaxed up enough to where he allowed himself to rest his head on Nico's shoulders. In reflex, Nico combing his fingers through Thomas' hair. The latter man didn't mind the affection he was being given. Until…

"Sorry, Thomas. But… did you just… squeak?" "Yeah! yeah… sorry about that…" "No no! It's fine! I just wanted to know how I did that. You aren't usually so squirmy unless I get closer to your ears."

Nico lightly flicked one of Thomas' lobes, making the show host giggle louder and covered the sides of his head.

"I thought you might be sensitive but I guess this confirms it." "Whahahahat? Nohohohoho it doesn't!"

Nico smirked as he pinned Thomas down, tickling the sides of Thomas' neck. The latter person kicked out a bit albeit not as roughly since his neck was not that ticklish. His boyfriend cooed at him, making the blushing from earlier return with a vengeance.

"Aww, does this tickle?" "Nihihihih…" "You're so red right now."

A few pecks to the forehead and Thomas was begging Nico to stop, which he thankfully did. Since it wasn't anything too rough, Thomas was able to recover rather quickly.

"Glahahahad you didn't hate any of that." "Why would you say that? You were the one who was getting tickled." "Who said I wouldn't want to seek revenge or something?"

Nico smirked again.

"You have tried and found out that I am barely ticklish. I only have 'sweet spots' as you called them."

Another round of blushing before Thomas huffed and scratched under Nico's calves, making the latter man fall tumble off of the couch.

"Nico! You're okay?" "Of course I am!"

Once Nico was back up and cuddling Thomas, they decided to call a truce.