Hi everyone!! My name is Shedletsky/Telamon, but you can call me anything idm! im 14-16 years old, I go by he/him/cat/catself pronouns and im an artist!
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"I'm barely even touching you!" (Roblox Admins tickle fic)
A/N: A break from the killer series. Nice. I wanna make a trilogy. Might be taking reqs for these fics after I finish those... Headcanons I have on my inbox (I keep forgetting..) I love Roblox admins okay. Hyperfixiated on that crap. Anyways, does anybody like NaturalOdds... or LuckyLeaf? Or whatever you call it-
Plot: After yet another panic attack, StickmasterLuke can't help feeling low. And who would offer help, other than Luckymaxer himself?
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Just a little heads up before we start!
This fic contains: Intense tickles, panic attack, implied s/h. If that discomforts you, feel free to skip!
With that said, enjoy the fic!
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The sanctuary was... Unusually quiet.
StickmasterLuke was simply arranging some weeds and flowers after he left Builderman's office, removing the impurities from the ground to soothe himself after... that.
He wasn't wearing his white, antlered hooded cape for once, letting the roots that formed his hair flow freely in the wind. Normally, Luke was known for being mischievous, but he got the news that he dissapointed him. And his burst of panic earlier before coming in? It didn't help either.
He's been getting those a lot recently, so this shouldn't be much of a surprise to him. And yet, it was. He cleared his thoughts before preparing for natural cleansing.
He kneeled on the ground and placed his hands on the soil below him, and winced as he absorbed the natural power. He didn't remember it hurting this much, but it's the only way to stop himself from impulsively harming his own body.
He does know what his actions are, despite this. Dissapointing. Disgusting. Pathetic, even. And then... He felt dread.
Dread that hit Luke like a brick, each ounce faster and more hurtful, harmful than the last. He tried to take his hands off the soil, but he couldn't move—he was frozen.
His breathing became shallow, his vision blurry every intake of air like taking a whiff of poison. His chest couldn't pump enough, so it desperately tried to get more air, failing in the process.
This reaction? Over things like this—things he can't control? How disappointing for a Guardian like him. And would you know it, that was the last straw. He curled in on himself even more, unable to see the world, just pitch black.
The trees and leaves turned ever so slightly, as if even they could sense his distress. Wind began to pick up, becoming powerfully potent. He could feel it all.
This was it. He was going to die, and no one was going to help him.
And it hurt. All it did was hurt. He begged, begged for the thoughts to go away. His eyes closed, tears escaping from them. It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it HURTS-
"Luke!"
He snapped out of it faster than he thought. He didn't even realize someone entered the room at all—and that someone was Luckymaxer of all people.
Lucky kneeled down, grasping Luke's shoulders as he shook with residual panic. He gently carried him over to the conveniently placed fallen log, sitting them both down there.
"Come on, Lukie, breathe." He went down to his ribs and held them. "In. Out. In. Out." Lucky said in that gentle tone he only used for Luke. "Keep breathing, you're doing good."
Luke used that technique he was taught. He just kept on breathing until he calmed down.
"Come here, Lukie. You did so well." The lucky rabbit wrapped his arms around the guardian of nature, soothing him a bit. When the hug ceased, Luke looked back at him with a gentle smile.
"Thanks, Luck. I-... I owe you one."
That made Lucky blush so badly it hurt. "I, uh... you're welcome." Then silence, where Lucky spoke first. "Soo.. what's wrong? Rabbit got your tongue?"
"N-no, just... it's just the discussion I had." Luke started. "I'm scared that I might get suspended if I keep up the mischief."
A silence took over.
"And if I keep panicking, I... I'm scared I'll end up questioning my worth as a guardian. A person."
"Lukie..."
Luckymaxer's hand went over to Luke's, gently going above it as it petted it. The wooden, mannequin-like feeling was soothing to the admin of luck.
"You are worth it as a guardian and as a person... even if you don't see it. There's people who love you, just the way you are. And I'm one of them." Luke looked away, blushing.
Then Lucky smiled. "Oh, sweetheart..." he said, affectionately. Lovingly. Then he realized what he said, covering his flushed face.
"Uh.. I.. I mean..—wait that's a bad impressiohon, my bahd-"
After he said that, there was another silence that took over before Luke burst into giggles.
"Yohou idiohot! That's—thahat's so stupihid—" The guardian of nature laughed out, elbowing the other admin gently, covering his smile slightly. But it was true. Genuine.
He'd get smacked gently by the lucky rabbit, cackling while saying, "Oh, shut uhuhup!"
When the laughs were over, Lucky simply smiled, softly this time, and gently scooted over to him, a bit closer. "You know, I've gotta say," he began. "You're so cute like that!"
Luke looked over to him. "Huh? What do you mean?" And that's when Lucky gets an idea.
"I think I know a way in which I can cheer you up. Don't worry, it's all in good fun after all~"
Luke squinted at him. "I don't know. The way you're saying it, it sounds a bit suspiHIHII—"
Seems like Lucky went over to test the waters. He had poked the guardian's side, causing him to flinch and cover his mouth, therefore covering that smile.
"What are you doing?" Luke asked. Gosh, that laugh earlier. It was so cute Lucky couldn't even question it, let alone explain himself. So he just looked at him and said,
"Just trust me, alright?"
So he continued his ministrations, this time full on gentle scribbling in both his sides. That alone drove him up the wall. He'd hold his giggles in, alongside some that would occasionally slip out.
"Ah, come on man! There's no way the great Guardian of Nature is ticklish!" Luke instantly retorted with a "shuhut—" as he continued getting tickled, this time on his ribs.
"Let alone this ticklish!~" He punctuated his words with a flick towards his ribs.
"shahadAHAP!!— *hic*"
The dam broke, Lucky going a little rougher now. Luke was cackling with laughter, trying desperately to stifle his laughs, flinching occasionally, and squealing whenever his sides are squeezed.
"LUCKY, STAHAH*hic*—AHAHA-!!"
"But Lukieee!" Lucky grinned. "I'm barely even touching you!"
Then Lucky's fingers zeroed in on his stomach making him let out a short squeal, as well as flinch. They got closer and closer, until they reached the area where his belly button would be, hovering inches away from it.
"WAITWAITWAIT NOT THEHE—*hic*-"
"Not where? Here?~"
And Lucky went towards the belly button area. Luke's laughs became hysterical, his face beet red as he is cackling and moving his arm, in which Lucky snuck up one hand to tickle an armpit.
"LUHUCKY! *snrt* YOU BAHAHA-*hic* AHAHAHA-"
"Aww, that little sound! You're so cute!~"
"AHM NAHAHAT!-"
"Are so!~"
To emphasize his point, Lucky scribbled on his sides a bit faster, going up to the ribs, fingers descending from them as if they were a water park slide. Luke's legs kicked pitifully as the tickle attack continued.
The other arm went up to cover his mouth. Big mistake. Lucky's other arm went to Luke's other armpit, causing the guardian of nature to let out a huge squeal. The tickling became rougher, but not too rough. He didn't want to overwhelm the guy after all!
"BWAHAHAHAHA—*hic*—AHH-*HRK*—AHAHAH—ANYWHERE BUT THERE, PLEASE!!"
Lucky went a bit rougher. "Anywhere but here?~"
"PLEAHEHESE—*HIC* HAHAHAHA!!"
Lucky went between armpits, ribs, and sides, moving roughly as he continued to move. Tears fell out of Luke's face, his glasses were fogging up. He was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. This sensation... there's no doubt. It was enough to overwhelm Luke.
"OKAY OKAHAY! ENOHOUGH!!—"
That's when Lucky's hands went up, putting them next to his ears, a couple spaces away, like he is a criminal who has been caught by the police. (except he wasn't).
Luke panted helplessly, laying on the grass while small hiccups escaped. "Phew!" Lucky sighed. "You okay?"
He wanted to be careful to not have gone too far by accident. Despite being a wooden mannequin, Luke's body is rather sensitive to touch. Lucky laid down on the ground with him.
The ground was full of four leaf clovers and flowers, both admins looking at each other now, tired but happy.
"M...mhm. In fact..." Luke looked back at Lucky with an elated smile on his face, as both stared at the sky above them. Lucky smiled back, seeing Luke offer his hand for him to hold.
He grasped it, and Luke smiled even wider, glasses fogging up again as he let out a little giggle.
"I feel a little better now."
The guardian of nature gets up, sitting as he looks at the lying admin of luck. "Remember when I said I owed you?"
Lucky's ears perked up, Luke having gotten his attention. "Yeah what's up?"
"How about I help you get rid of all your worries?" Without warning, Luke's fingers suddenly grabbed Lucky's sides.
"waitwaitwAHAHAIT—"
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A/N: Merry Christmas guys! Enjoy this gift from me! I tried with the panic attack scene okay, please don't throw tomatoes at me😞😞
I genuinely tried to make it as realistic and genuine as possible, pls tell me if I need to correct some things. This was a doozy to write btw. Might write lee Luckymaxer in the future!
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[This IS INDEED a TICKLE fic, so if that’s not your cup of tea you can hashtag [[SCROLL DOWN]]!!!]
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The Heights. It was a warm place, the fire-colored skybox providing a warm atmosphere. Various players were scattered about the arena, swords clashing with eachother as they fought to get to the top. And most importantly.. win.
Some were more skilled than most. Some fell off of the narrow columns that connected some of the brown pillars together. Others landed impressive trick shots on various players.
But there was one presence watching over everything. Telamon.. holder of the Illumina and creator of The Heights. Most importantly; he was an admin. Not a particularly nice one.. quite arrogant actually, given his godhood.
He saw himself as superior to almost (if not all) Robloxians. He wasn’t entirely wrong either.. that’s what fueled his ego. It was about as big as Roblox HQ itself.
Today was different. He was waiting for someone. MrDoombringer, admin of the forums. He was one of the more social admins, and wanted to meet Telamon at The Heights today.
Soon enough, he joined. MrDoombringer’s avatar spawned in, and immediately started heading towards the platform Telamon was positioned on.
He didn’t need to walk for long, because with a snap of Telamon’s fingers, he was teleported right beside him. Telamon looked at Doombringer with his usual gaze of arrogance.
“Hey Tela.. what’cha doin’ up here?”
“Watching the sword fights. Entertaining, isn’t it?”
“Maybe… doesn’t it get boring? Just watching the same thing over and over again?”
“Never. When you’ve made a game as superior as this, it never gets boring.”
Doom hummed to himself softly as the conversation trailed off into nothingness. This type of game wasn’t particularly his taste, but he couldn’t deny that it was impressive in itself. He fiddled with the end of his hammer as he turns to Telamon once more.
“Why are you so serious sometimes?”
“What?”
“I mean it. Sure, you kinda smile sometimes.. but it’s never genuine. It’s more like.. arrogance instead of actual happiness.”
“I am a god. I have no need for happiness.”
“That’s kinda depressing, dont’cha think? I think you need to lighten up.”
“And I think you need to be quiet.”
Doombringer scoffed a little in mock surprise at the words. You could always count on Telamon to have absolutely no shame for his words.
“Well excuse me for having a little concern for one of my friends. Can you blame a guy for wanting someone to be happy?”
“Maybe.”
“How nice of you.. y’know, I have a specialty for making people happy. Specifically making them laugh.”
Telamon’s wings press behind him slightly as his expression contorts into that of confusion. What was Doom trying to get at here?
“I don’t laugh. Your attempts are futile.”
“I have my ways, Tela…”
Doombringer stepped closer, letting his hammer clatter to the ground as he readied himself. Successfully catching Telamon for what he planned to do wasn’t going to be an easy feat.
“Step back, Doombringer. Cease this foOLERY-“
Telamon backed up as well. His tone raised an octave as he narrowly dodged a pounce by Doombringer, wing feathers puffing up slightly in a defensive stance.
This went on for a second time. Telamon only truly stayed because he knew (or rather, thought..) he could stay out of Doombringer’s grasp. He hadn’t teleported away or forced away Doombringer’s grip purely because he wanted to play into this childish situation.
“Uff.. really playing around here, arent’cha?”
Doombringer grunted, taking a moment to catch himself as he lost yet another ‘pounce’ attempt on the feathered god in front of him. Telamon was practically glowing with smug energy.
“Yes. Unless you’d like for me to go away? Or are you wanting to continue this game of cat and mouse?”
While Telamon was monologuing, Doombringer pounced. Telamon didn’t notice until it was a fraction of a second too late.
The two tumbled to the ground in a mix of feathers and fur, scuffling for a solid minute or two. Telamon became slightly irritated, trying to teleport away.
That is.. until something happened. He felt a jab to his side, which caused an unfamiliar tingling sensation to flood his nervous system. He jolted, hiding the involuntary starts of a smile with one of his head wings.
“So it’s true! The mighty Telamon, god of The Heights and holder of the Illumina.. possesses ticklishness!!”
“I do NOT!! SHUT YOUR TRAP—“
Telamon snapped, trying to force himself away from Doombringer. He did NOT like this. He hated that feeling—how it sapped his godly strength away—how weak it made him feel. He tried kicking Doom away, but it didn’t work. He hated Doom’s brute strength and how he couldn’t get out of his grip.
“Calm down there buddy.. it’s not like I’m gonna hurt ‘ya or anything. It’s all just in playful fun.”
“By making me look like a FOOL? This is almost as stupid as that BUCKET on your head.”
“The one that you gave me. Right.”
Telamon scoffs. Doom was right. He did give him the bucket, but.. THAT DIDN’T MATTER RIGHT NOW!! HE WANTED OUT!!
“I don’t care. Let me freHEE—“
Telamon almost glitched as the foreign sound forced itself out of him. A giggle. When he was in the middle of talking, Doom had poked him again. How rude!
Then again.
And again.
And again.
Telamon struggled to contain himself as the poking continued.
“GHK—relEASE me!! You foHOOL!!”
Another giggle. Telamon covered his face with his head wings, nearly burning up with how embarrassing this was. How dare Doombringer think he could do this?!
“I fear not, Tela. Like I said! You need to lighten up a bit. Laugh, maybe!”
…
“Besides, this is only poking! Imagine how you’ll react when I actually start.”
‘Actually start’. The words bounced around Telamon’s head as he froze up slightly. It could get WORSE?! And he thought this was bad already..
Before Telamon could say anything further, it started up. Relentless but steady scribbling along his ribs and sides. Helpless giggling bubbled out of him regardless of what he did, the god trying to curl up into a ball in a useless attempt to get away from the offending hands.
“YouHUHU baHAHASTaHARD!! StoHOHOP!!!”
Telamon squirmed like a stubborn worm, wings flapping about the platform the two were positioned on like something that just refused to stop moving. No matter what he did, he just couldn’t seem to get away. Doombringer’s hands just kept squeezing away at his sides at that infuriatingly gentle pace.
“Nuh uh, Tela. I’ve come aaaallll this way to make you happy! And I don’t plan on stopping now… hehe.”
Doombringer’s tone was maddeningly teasy, as if he knew how much he was affecting Telamon. It didn’t take a genius to see it, though..
He drew out the ‘all’ by dragging his fingers slowly up Telamon’s sides, then scribbling them all the way back down.
“OHOHO MY HEHEIGHTS—YOUHUHU IMBEHECILE!! IHI’M GONNA KILL YOU!!“
Doombringer brightened slightly at the musical sound, giggling to himself as he continued.
“Wow, Tela!! I didn’t know you were this ticklish.. so cute.”
“IHI AM NAHAHAT CUHUTE!!!”
“You sure? Because you’re sure acting like you are.”
Telamon made a sound of both laughter and frustration at Doombringer’s words. It infuriated him how easily this affected him and how weak he became at the very thought of it.
But he couldn’t deny this sort of.. giddy feeling starting to rise up inside his innermost core. He tried to ignore it—to push it away—but it only came back stronger.
“C’mon Tela, lemme see your face! I wanna see that smile of yours.”
Doombringer moved a hand toward Telamon’s head wings. He only planned to gently nudge them aside. Even with the wings covering the god’s face, he could see how flustered he was.
A sudden pain to his side. Doombringer winced slightly, looking down in confusion. ..ah. A kick. Telamon had managed to muster up enough energy and strength to kick Doombringer in his side.
“Kicking me now, Tela?? How rude of you. I might just have to teach you a lesson about niceness for once.”
“FUHUHUHACK OFF!!”
Doombringer was still unused to seeing (and hearing) Telamon laugh uncontrollably like this, but it wasn’t unwelcome. In fact, it was as welcome as it could be. It was an adorable sound (according to Doombringer).
“Wow.. now you’re cursing me!! That isn’t a way to treat your friends..”
“YOUHUHU’RE NAHAT MY FRIEHEHEND!!! I HAHATE YOU!!”
Telamon continued his squirming, wings nearly smacking Doombringer upside the head as the other’s fingers pressed into a tender spot on the ribs.
“I’ve had enough of your rudeness!!”
Doombringer takes a deep breath. Telamon tenses. He didn’t know what he was gonna do, but it wasn’t going to be any good—especially if Doombringer was looking at him like that.
The next ten seconds were chaos. Once Doombringer drew in as much breath as he could, he blew a raspberry on Telamon’s stomach. And BOY did that work.
“wHAHAHAHA—stAHAHAHAAAHAP!!”
Telamon shrieked. Actually shrieked. He himself didn’t even know why he reacted this severely. He felt the feeling of Doombringer’s raspberries a handful of times more. Each time, he responded with peals of shrieking laughter.
His feathers were ruffled and unkempt by all the squirming he was doing. And for once, he didn’t care about how he appeared. He only cared about getting away from Doombringer and his stupid tickles.
“How CUTE! Truly, Tela. You should laugh more. Maybe the civilians would approach you more if you did. Makes ‘ya look more approachable.”
Doombringer couldn’t help but giggle at the flurry of half-broken words that escaped the other beneath him. It was no doubt he was frustrated, but he could tell this was having a positive effect on Telamon.
“GEHEHET OHOFF OF MEHEE YOU OHOAF—“
He was flailing and kicking, all sense of dignity lost. Luckily they hadn’t drawn any attention from any nearby players (they were far too absorbed in their own battles), which made Telamon feel a slight sense of relief.
“Nah, I don’t plan on getting off just yet. I have one more spot I plan on getting.”
“..?”
“Say, your wings look a lil’ messy…”
Oh.
Oh no.
This isn’t good.
“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH MY WINGS!! I CAN GET THEM MYSELF!!”
“Gee, I can always count on you for explosive reactions. C’mon, Tel! You know I’m not gonna actually do anything negative. Just.. THIS!!”
Telamon felt an overwhelming sense of this tickly feeling as Doombringer’s hands dove into the pits of his wings. You would’ve thought he was being MURDERED by the shriek he let out.
A flurry of threats and curses tumbled out of his mouth, head wings and back wings alike flapping and flailing like crazy as Doombringer’s fingers scurried all across the most sensitive parts of his wings he didn’t even know he had.
“Hehe, I didn’t know you could get this loud! I know I said this would be the last part, but.. I wanna try one last thing!! Then I’ll let ‘ya go, ‘Kay?”
Normally, he would’ve fought tooth and claw to get out of this. Normally, he wouldn’t allow ANY of this in the slightest. Normally, he wouldn’t even be in this situation in the first place.
But this wasn’t a normal situation, was it?
Doombringer took a deep breath again. Telamon froze, and everything seemed to be going still. Before, he wasn’t familiar with this tactic. Now? He was more than familiar with it. He HATED it. He hated it when it was just on his stomach, but his WINGS? He was in for a whole world of pain (or rather.. ticklishness, heh).
“waITWAITWAITICHANGEMYMIN—“
He blabbered out, putting his hands in front of him as if that would do anything. But before he could finish his pleading, he felt it. That torturous feeling. Raspberries.. that was the name. It almost slipped his mind before Doombringer oh so helpfully reminded him.
It tickled. It tickled ALOT. Telamon fell into another fit of shrilly laughter, his body and mind completely on autopilot as he failed to defend himself from the offending tickles.
Then something interesting happened. A squawk. Then a chirp-like squeak. The two of them froze, and Doombringer looked as if he’d stop for a second.
“Did you-.. did you just squawk?? And chirp??”
“NO!! NOW GET OFF OF ME, YOU FOOL!!”
“How CUUTEEE!!!”
The raspberries continued for about 5 minutes or more. Telamon was in shambles by the end of it, the god a flustered and unkempt mess of feathers on the ground.
“..you okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?”
“I..Ihi’m FINE. I am a god, I will not be taken down by something as inferior and childish as tickling.”
“Heheh, alright. Although you looked like you enjoyed it kind—“
“SHUT UP!!”
“Fine, fine!!”
It was obvious Telamon was kind of irritated, but it was also equally easy to tell he was much calmer than before. He sat on the ground, wings twitching slightly before getting up. After a moment of catching his breath, he snaps his fingers. His appearance changed to that of the one before this whole tickling incident happened.
“Farewell, Doombringer.”
“Bye, Tela!!! See ‘ya later!!”
Telamon went back to surveying The Heights. Nothing much had changed, just a few new players. He felt calmer, whether he liked it or not. Maybe Doombringer’s childish strategy did truly work.
But now that this ‘tickling’ concept had been brought to light before him, he was already planning. Planning for something he knew would work.
He would get his revenge. Doombringer just didn’t know it yet.
Warning: Intense tickles (atp whenever I made a story it might always be intense 🥲 /silly)
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Ah yes, another round with Jason, just how much malice did he have to be killer twice in a row? That was nearly impossible! Must be that hatred for that Two time. Backstabbing, stunning, stabbing then twisting the knife on him all the time, gotta be very annoying, especially since Guest and Shed had helped Two time whenever Two time got low. Though most of the time, Shed almost had never helped since he was to “lazy” too. His excuses were just made of plain air. Guest had noticed the…mean or…LAZY behavior and wanted to confront Shedletsky about it but never really had the chance to since rounds started constantly and whenever the rounds were over for a long period of time. Shedletsky went to venture outside.
That was until this round.
The killer was 1x1x1x1. As usual Shedletsky said “nope” and ran away to hide. It was a little different this time since 1x was legit his creation to transfer all his hatred. So…if they saw him, he would be absolutely cooked. This time Guest followed, he noticed Shed’s wings shrunk down a little and were in pretty rough shape, some feathers were crooked and ruffled up. He slightly felt bad and wondered if it hurts at all, considering wings are very fragile. Anywho, pushing those thoughts out of the way, Guest walked over to Shed. Sitting down beside him.
He just stared right into his soul until Shed noticed him which honestly took a hot minute… Shedletsky exhaled and stretched his limbs. He looked to the side for one second and then the other he snapped his head back, he let out a girly like scream, like he had been stabbed. “WHAT THE- FUCKING- SINCE WHEN WERE YOU NEXT TO ME?!?” He yelled, putting a hand over his chest like he had a heart attack. Really? Gosh…
Guest sighed as flicked Shed’s forehead which lead a wincing noise coming out of his mouth. “What’s with you and leaving others hanging?” He asked, crossing his arms as he gave a blank stare at them. Shed yawned and just flopped back onto the wall. “Because it’s not really my problem.. not that I don’t like them or anythin’! But really…we all respawn anyway… and it’s not like they need my help EVERY time!!” He explained, he had a point yet a horrible excuse.
“…Okay, that’s absolute bull…” Guest said darkly, his expression had hardened and he stepped forward, leaning towards Shed. “We all need each other’s help either way! Like it or not, you have to help too, especially Elliot! You could cover him as he is handing out pizza to the injured survivors…” Shed looked down, feeling a little guilty for being immature, Guest was right after all, but he was stubborn as hell so he didn’t want to admit. “Whatever…”
poke!
A small jab was made on Shed’s side, making him jerk forward. “H-hey! What the hell?!” He yelled, though he probably had shut his mouth as Guest lowkey had a goddamn death stare of the grim reaper itself. “Ngh- wh-what’s that stare for?” He said, obviously nervous. Guest grabbed onto their sides and Shed immediately got the idea…
“NAHNAHNAH!! WAIT!”
Squeeze!
“BWHAHAHAHA!!! NONOHO! DOHON’T!!” He laughed as his retractable wings flail out, Guest continued to squeeze their sides. “Don’t what?” “TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHE!!— CRAHAHA!— WAHAHAIHIHIT!! THAHAHATS NAHAHAT WHAHAT IHIHI-!!” Shed had quickly realized what the trick was and then he suddenly felt Guest’s hands go to his armpits. Guest scribbled and clawed away at his armpits, making Shed flail and squirm like a fish. “Should have thought of being more helpful than being such a lazy sentinel…” he said as he tickled a little faster. He nearly shrieked in laughter! His wings flapped and flailed around as he squirmed. “BEHAHAHAH!!! GUHUEHEST! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!!!” He yelled.
He felt their hands scribble from their armpits to their sides and then back up. It was torturous! Though throughout all that loud laughter, 1x had heard them all, they used Unstable eye and winced it pain, their red “eye”, more like a diamond shape highlight, bleeding down their right cheek a bit. “Ngh… ouch…” they huffed before walking to where they saw the yellow highlight.
The music was getting closer..
“GUEHEHEHST!! PLHEHASE!! HHHAH!! THEY’RE—- PFFT!! -COHOHOMING!!!” He yelled as he tried to grab Guest’s hands. Guest pinned their hands above their head and with their free hand tickled their right armpit. “-SNRK!- PFFTHAHAHAH!!!” He laughed out loud again.
Laughter? They were very confused and once they turned the corner, they knew what was happening. 1x stood frozen for a few moments before sitting down, watching the sight before them. “Wanna join me?” Guest eventually said. They tilted their head, they should be killing them, but…the hatred wasn’t as boiling as usual. They exhales loudly before shrugging a little, dropping their swords to the ground. “WAHAHAIhihIHIT!! NAHAHA!!-“
They began tickling their wings which made them shriek. Shedletsky, the lazy but brave sentinel had been reduced to a screaming, giggling mess. Their claws slid and skittered around under the secondary feathers. “BEAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! OHOHOHONE EHEHEHEX!!! PLEHEHEAHA-!!!” Shedletsky could barely say anything, and in all honesty, Guest was pretty shocked. He never knew his wings were this ticklish. Especially since Shedletsky LITERALLY shrieked!
“BWHAHAHA!! OHOHONE EHEHEX!! -SNRK!- LIHIHIHISTEHEHEN TOHOHO MEHEHEHE DAHHMMIT!!” He wheezed, his hands struggling under Guest’s grip.
“Maybe later..”
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The round had ended and they were teleported to their spawn points. Shedletsky flopped onto the ground with their wings cocooning them, hiding their face that was obviously painted with embarrassment, but he knew secretly, as much as he doesn’t like to admit, he liked the attention.
can you possibly make Lee! shedletsky and ler! Builderman because shed is not being mature during he round and Builderman confronts him after the round and tells him he has to be mature. Except shed tells him he is overreacting then Builderman tackles him to the ground and immediately starts ticklin him and telling him he has to be more mature and stuff. 🙏🙏
(this is sfw tickle art! if you don't like it then scroll)
ok i didnt really wanna write this one soo.. did i cook or am i banned from the kitchen🙏? click for better quality btw tumblr nerfed my ass
