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my favorite bit is virgil's mischievous grin in the first photo LOL
#my art#sanders sides tickling#sfw tickling community#sfw tickling#sfw tickle art#lee!logan#ler!virgil#analogical tickles#also logan is wearing a sweater vest because i said so and wanted to draw him in it HABSNHA
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you gotta be kitten me
Pairings: Platonic Prinxiety
Word Count: 1,822 words
just a silly little thing i came up with when i used to play neko atsume djfhghdjskjdh. good times man
Some days were meant for grand adventures, Roman thought. Trying new things, climbing new heights, and achieving goals beyond your wildest dreams.
Other days were for sitting in the living room, half-watching a musical bootleg on the TV as you rapidly refreshed Neko Atsume over and over and over again.
Roman groaned for the fifth time in as many minutes as his garden, yet again, failed to attract any new cats. He knew the point of the game was to be patient, but come on! His entire yard was decked out with the highest quality cat trees, toys, and trinkets possible, all elegantly displayed along the beautiful Zen Garden backyard expansion model. He kept his food bowls stocked with Deluxe Tuna Bitz, even upgrading to a nice plate of sashimi or two when he had gold fish to spare. There was no reason at all why he should be so incapable of attracting rare cats to his garden.
“Lookit. I got another one.”
And of course, the worst fact of all: Virgil was fucking great at the game.
Roman groaned in exasperation. “Which one now?”
Virgil turned his phone around and held it up for Roman to see. They were both on the couch, lying toe-to-head so they could both recline while sharing the good blanket between them. After a few moments of blinking, Roman could make out the distinctive striped shirt, cap, and baseball bat that belonged to none other than--
“Joe DiMeowgio,” Virgil confirmed. Roman’s jaw dropped.
“What? How did you find him?”
Virgil shrugged, pulling the phone back and tapping the screen smugly. “He likes the baseball.”
Roman made an affronted noise. “That’s like, one of the most basic, boring, blah toys you can have in the entire game.”
“He’s a simple cat with simple needs, Princey,” Virgil deadpanned. Roman groaned, draping his arm over his eyes in defeat, but his dramatics were interrupted by Virgil’s foot popping out of the blanket to kick him.
“How dare you kick a man when he’s down, you villain!”
Virgil ignored him, settling back into the couch now that he’d stopped Roman’s whining. “Maybe just try switching up your yard once in a while. The cats need variety.”
The two fell silent again. Roman pouted down at his phone as he pondered the Goodies shop in the game’s menu. It was true, he didn’t like to switch out his items often-- his preferred method for games like this was to save up until he could get all of the expensive items first. It made sense to him; why waste time collecting cheap items if he could get the most payback from the expensive ones?-- but now, he found himself scrolling through the early pages of the shop’s catalogue, looking for a new toy to catch his eye.
And, well... something did:
Fluff-Thing Teaser: a ball of fluff that inspires playful strikes. Your cat will never get bored of this thing!
Roman eyed the toy in the photo. It was definitely a cheap one, costing only 100 regular fish. But what really caught his eye was the wording-- “inspires playful strikes”.
His eyes drifted from the screen in front of him, to Virgil’s foot, still exposed from when he’d kicked Roman earlier.
He turned the idea over in his head, his lips twitching into a smile. He dropped his hand to the side, and, as subtly as he possibly could, summoned a small handheld toy with a ball of fluff on the end.
Clearing his throat to cover the laugh building up inside him, Roman rearranged himself so the Fluff-Thing Teaser was hidden from Virgil’s sight, resting on his own chest so the fluff-ball tip was an inch away from Virgil’s foot.
He waited. Waited. Waited...
And swiped the piece of fluff straight down Virgil’s sole.
The reaction was minor, but immediate-- Virgil jerked, his foot pulling back minutely as a startled gasp burst out of him.
“What was that?” he asked sternly. Roman looked at him over his phone.
“What?”
He thought he sounded pretty innocent, but Virgil clearly wasn’t fooled. “Don’t do that.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! I swear on my sword, I haven’t touched you.” Which wasn’t a lie. Roman hadn’t touched him-- the Fluff-Thing Teaser had.
He dropped his eyes back to his screen, feigning obliviousness to Virgil’s glare. After a few moments, however, he too returned his attention to his game.
Roman bit his lip, flipping quickly through the item pages for his next trick. He quickly found it:
Wing-Thing Teaser: Mild curiosity will turn into obsession once your cat starts pouncing on this tufted teaser.
Roman bit his lip again to avoid laughing aloud. He focused on swapping the Fluff-Thing for the Wing-Thing (listen, he didn’t choose the names, okay?) and hid all but the feathery tip in his sleeve. He coughed, shifting himself again, and swiped the soft toy down just beneath Virgil’s toes.
“Fuck!” Virgil burst out again, yanking his leg all the way back to his chest. He grabbed his foot defensively as he rubbed at the skin. “Fucking-- stop that.”
“I’m literally not doing anything,” Roman lied, but he couldn’t stop the smile that was curling up at the edges of his mouth. “Why are you being twitchy?”
Virgil glowered at him. “I’m always twitchy.”
“Well, you’re being extra twitchy today. Just sit back and look at the cats.”
For a moment Roman was worried that Virgil would get up and ruin his game, but luckily for him, the anxious side merely rubbed at his foot once more before, hesitantly, stretching his legs out in front of him again. His brow was still furrowed, and Roman kept his eyes directly on his phone.
Waiting for the perfect moment to strike with a straight face was nearly impossible, but he knew that Virgil was expecting it now. As soon as his eyes caught sight of the Wild-Thing Teaser in the catalogue, he knew this one would be much more obvious than the first two toys.
Well. Time to give up the act.
Roman shoved the fluffy ball of the Wild-Thing directly in between Virgil’s first and second toe. The anxious side made a noise of confusion, then shock, then burst into laughter.
“Dude!” he managed through his giggles, reaching for his foot to yank the toy away. Scrunching his toes around it instinctively only made it tickle more, and Roman watched with amusement bright on his face as Virgil giggled at the accidental self-tickling.
“Did I do that?” Roman asked innocently. Virgil glared at him as he eyed the item with a fair amount of suspicion.
“Wait,” he said suddenly, eyes widening. “Is this the--”
“The Wild-Thing Teaser? Well, it appears so!” Roman finished for him, grinning widely as he waved his phone in the air before reading the description. “‘Talk about a big tease! Just try to stop your cats from pouncing at this fluffy fur ball.’”
He snorted. “Aw, looks like they’re right! This kitty right here couldn’t help but play with the lil’ fuzzball!”
He relished in watching Virgil grow more and more flustered at the teasing.
“Shut up-- I’m not-- I’m not a cat,” he protested. Roman laughed at his flustered indignation.
“Well, you’re certainly acting like one! Are you having fun playing with your new toy, Mr. Meow-Meow?”
He laughed louder as Virgil realized that he’d been rolling the small fuzz ball in between his fingers. The emo side threw the toy to the side, crossing his arms and pouting. “Well, you’re the one being freaking immature, summoning toys like that!”
“Ah, but that’s the spirit of the game, isn’t it? Finding all the cute little toys that make your little kittens as happy as can be--”
“I’m not a cat!”
“Oh, yeah?” Roman asked. “Prove it.”
Suddenly one hand darted forward and clamped around Virgil’s ankle, where he’d accidentally left his leg within Roman’s range. With the other hand, he summoned the next tool on the list, and this time he was lucky enough to see the recognition dawn on Virgil’s face.
“Roman!” he hissed (another point in Roman’s ‘Virgil is a cat’ agenda), but he was too slow, because Roman was already flicking and fluttering the Zebra Grass Gadget all up and down the bare sole of Virgil’s foot.
The result was immediate: Virgil squealed, yanking his foot back helplessly against Roman’s much stronger grip as the toy tickled his sole.
“‘Watch your cats’ fascination turn to obsession!’,” Roman recited over the sound of Virgil’s giggles. He made sure to brush the grassy toy in rhythm to his words as he continued, “‘It has a fluffy teaser tip that they just. Can’t. Resist!’”
“Stop ihihihit!” Virgil said through giggles. His other leg kicked out in time with his bursts of laughter, but Roman’s grip kept the captured foot nice and snug as he fluttered all along the wrinkles of his sole.
“Which toy is your favorite, kitty?” Roman teased. “Or do you just love them all so much?”
Virgil looked like he was about to argue (well, as much as he could through his silly laughter) so Roman flipped the Zebra Grass Gadget around and scratched its stem on the ball of Virgil’s foot. That was enough to make any snarky words die on Virgil’s tongue, replacing them with desperate screeches of laughter instead.
“Okay-- okay okay okahahahay!” he gasped, rocking back and forth in his trapped state. Roman moved to trail the stem up and down the arch of his foot, and Virgil gripped the fabric of the couch like he was fighting off torture. “No more, no more-- please it tihihihickles!”
That was enough for Roman. He slowed the tickling until he was just barely grazing Virgil’s foot with the stem; he waited until Virgil had calmed down before quickly flipping the toy around and giving one more tickle with the grassy side.
“Ah!” Virgil yelped. He yanked his leg back, and this time Roman let him go.
He couldn’t help but grin at Virgil as the anxious side caught his breath. The soft grass of the toy floated through the air as Roman lazily twirled it around his fingers.
“Well, well, well...” he drawled. “I’ll be honest, I think this is even more fun than the actual game!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Virgil said, face still flushed.
“Aw, you don’t think so? You sounded like you were having lots of fun. These cat toys really do work... kitten.”
Suddenly Virgil was lunging forward through the air, arms outstretched. Roman only had half a second to scream before the emo side had him pinned on his back.
“You think I act like a cat?” Virgil asked. “Lemme ask you this, Princey: did you forget that cats have claws?”
He raised his hands, ten fingers wiggling just above Roman’s stomach, and Roman realized that this game was about to get much harder.
#my posts#my writing#tickling#tickle fic#tickle community#sanders sides tickling#lee!virgil#ler!roman#drafted on jan 27 2021#you gotta be kitten me
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Virgil’s Voice
Roman walked into the living room, gently leading a blushing Virgil. Virgil was dressed in a loose tank top and shorts, with a ribbon loosely binding his wrists together and a soft headband covering his eyes.
“Greetings, book nerd and Padre, I have an announcement to make,” Roman said proudly, looping an arm around Virgil’s waist. “This darling ticklish emo would very much enjoy a thorough tickling, with several conditions.”
Patton leaned forward, curious, and Logan raised his eyebrows.
Roman grinned. “He has a few requests for the type of tickles we provide, but the most important is that he would rather not need to talk. As such, I will be his voice. We have discussed this all very thoroughly beforehand, right Virgil?”
Virgil nodded, biting his lip nervously.
Roman guided Virgil with the arm around his waist into the center of the room, and taking the ribbon gently, raised his arms above his head.
“If you two would enjoy participating, I’ll ask that you begin with soft traces and gentle scribbles.”
Patton was the first to stand, approaching Virgil and starting with just placing his hand against Virgil’s side.
“A very good choice, Patton,” Roman praised, both to show appreciation for Patton’s participation and also to inform Virgil of who was touching him. “He would very much appreciate if you tickle his sides and ribs.”
Virgil let out a little giggle, even before Patton did anything else.
“Aww, my cute little kiddo~” Patton coed, tracing his fingers just under the edge of Virgil’s tank top.
Virgil burst into light, easy giggles, slightly wiggling back and forth.
Logan was enticed closer by the happy sounds, and approached Virgil from behind, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Ahh, there you are, Specs,” Roman said. “If you choose to go after his armpits, do so gently, we want plenty of warmup.”
“Are you certain you’re comfortable, Virgil?” Logan asked.
Virgil nodded and leaned against Logan.
“He’s experiencing a desire to be non-verbal at the moment,” Roman explained. “I’m sure when he gets his words back he’ll be happy to explain more to you himself.”
“I see,” Logan said, in a tone more of curiosity than understanding. “I would enjoy that conversation with you, Virgil, when you’re ready.”
Virgil nodded again, tipping his head back to smile in Logan’s general direction.
Logan’s face grew very soft, and he trailed his fingers gently over Virgil’s neck, spidering softly just under his ear.
Virgil snickered and scrunched up his shoulders slightly, but then deliberately tipped his head to expose more of his neck to Logan’s fingers.
“Awww, you’re so ready to be tickled~” Roman teased gently, tracing his free hand ever so gently in one of Virgil’s armpits, and standing so that Virgil could lean against him.
Virgil melted into the soft tickles, giggling and blushing at the gentle teases and affection from the three of them.
Patton moved slowly from Virgil’s side to his belly, squishing and scribbling lightly, which made Virgil go from giggles to laughs.
Logan also shifted spots, tracing in Virgil’s other armpit similarly to how Roman was, but in a more fluttery scribbly way.
Once Virgil had been tickled gently for several minutes, and was starting to lean heavier on Roman, Roman sat down on the couch with Virgil in his lap. Roman lifted Virgil’s bound hands up and behind his head, and rucked up his tank too so that all of his belly was exposed.
“If one of you would be so kind as to take care of his feet, and the other his belly and especially that giggle button,” Roman said with a grin. “I will tickle under his arms, and we can all enjoy the laughs and snorts and other delightful sounds our gigglebug will surely make.”
Virgil gave a giggly whine, trying half-heartedly to hide his face in his arm.
Roman scribbled gently in both his armpits, and Virgil quickly melted against him, giggling and squirming adorably.
Patton sat down on the floor, taking Virgil’s feet into his lap, and spidering up and down his soles.
“You have the most important spot,” Roman told Logan. “He’s less ticklish on his feet and armpits, but his giggle button will truly have him drowning in tickles.”
Logan’s grin was large and sneaky as he summoned a small makeup brush.
Roman nodded emphatically, scribbling down Virgil’s sides and holding his hips.
The instant the brush touched Virgil’s bellybutton he squeaked, and then snorted, his squirming increasing greatly. Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil’s hips to hold him in place.
He and Virgil had discussed what to do if either of the others summoned a tool, and which tools Virgil was comfortable with and where. A makeup brush on his bellybutton? Not only ok, but desired. Roman would’ve summoned one himself later on if Logan and Patton hadn’t thought of it.
Virgil’s squeaks and snorts and laughter were absolutely delightful, and Logan clearly thought the same, as he happily continued brushing in and around Virgil’s bellybutton.
“Can I have a tool too?” Patton whispered, trying to get Roman’s attention without alerting Virgil.
Roman summoned a small round brush with stiff bristles for Patton.
Patton grinned and mouthed ‘thank you’, before going to town on Virgil’s feet with the brush, and reaching up for the backs of his knees with gentle scribbling.
Virgil held out for several minutes before tapping his fingers twice against Roman’s head, the signal for slowing down a little.
Roman released Virgil’s hips, so he could more successfully evade the makeup brush, and went back to gentle tracing in Virgil’s armpits.
Virgil’s laughter and giggles were getting a little tired sounding, but Roman waited for his next signal. It was nearly five minutes later, when his wiggling could no longer escape Logan’s relentless brushing on his sweet spot, that he tapped three times.
“Alright, it seems our giggly dear is tiring out,” Roman said for him. “You don’t need to stop immediately, but let’s slow down and be done in a minute or two. If one of you would so kindly fetch a sweet drink and perhaps a snack, we would be very grateful.”
Both Logan and Patton hugged Virgil once they were done tickling him, murmuring praises and affection and love.
Logan went off to get the drink while Roman gently rubbed all the tickly spots. He lowered Virgil’s hands back down to his lap, pulling the ribbon free and rubbing his wrists and shoulders to be sure he wasn’t sore. Virgil readjusted the headband to keep his hair out of his quite pink face.
“Was it all you had hoped?” Roman asked.
Virgil’s smile told him everything he needed to know.
Virgil curled into him, and Roman held him close in a cuddle. “I’m glad.”
#my fic#sanders sides tickling#tickle fic#lee!virgil#ler!patton#ler!roman#ler!logan#I haven’t written ticklefic in aaaaaaages#wow it’s nice to come back to
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Pride and Teases
With pride month starting Virgil decided to try something new, even though his anxiety brain told him other wise, he decided why not.
Walking into his boyfriend's room on his tip toes for rainbow colored eye shadows he sees that Roman is nowhere to be found. Either on an adventure or getting food. I'll ask him for the permission after I grab what I need. He won't mind. Virgil goes over to Roman's vanity and searches through his drawers, which had surprisingly been color coded, for the correct eye shadows.
When Roman walks in he leans on the door frame, snack in his left hand with his right wrapped around his waist, watching his boyfriend go through the drawers full of makeup supplies. "Whatcha doin' darling?"
Virgil jumps a little, "Oh, there you are, sorry, I was looking to get some different colors of makeup,"
"For?"
"My face?" Virgil says sarcastically.
"You normally just wear the black and purple ones."
"Trying something new." Virgil shrugs before going back to looking through Roman's drawers for the rest of the colors he needs.
"Well, maybe you should have asked?"
"Why?" Virgil asked. He saw Romans smirk and hears his tone. There's something familiar about it.
"Because now you need a consequence for not before you leave."
That's why that tone is familiar. Virgil froze, a nervous smile on his face.
"There's that smile I love my emo storm cloud." Roman states playfully as he sets his snack down on his dresser before wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist. "Are you green storm cloud?" Roman whispers in Virgil's ear softly, sending shivers down Virgil's spine.
Virgil nods slightly, his face getting more heated every second. "Then why don't you put down the makeup and then pick it back up when were done?" Virgil puts the makeup down enthusiastically. "Aww, so eager aren't you my precious tickle-me-emo?" Roman whispers gently into Virgil's ear before laying Virgil on his bed.
Roman makes sure that Virgil gets his full consequence for not asking for the makeup before he can even think about leaving.
(Sry it's short, I just don't know how to write tickle scenes to well<3 Thx for reading, if you have constructive criticism I would love to read it. Have an amazing day/night/rest of your day.)
[Idea from @hahanamegobrrrr on the post https://www.tumblr.com/hahanamegobrrrr/670440349804756992/makeup-mayhem-roman-wants-to-spice-up-his-makeup]
#t wording#twording#lee!virgil#ler!roman#virgil sanders#roman sanders#lee virgil#ler roman#sander sides#sander sides twording#sanders sides twording#sanders sides#sanders sides tickling#tickling
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if i had a nickel for every time i've found an asexual purple-themed friend by fangirling over sanders sides tickles out on tumblr, i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice
@switchyglitch and @hahanamegobrrrr you're cool
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Which three sides from Sanders Sides would you choose to wreck with tickles, have an evenly two-sided tickle fight with, and tickle you into oblivion? And why?
I would wreck Logan. Listen, he just needs some tickles, okay?
I feel like Roman would be the best to have a tickle fight with. He would be so dramatic and let me win, if I so wanted.
I would choose Janus to wreck me. He can sense lies so, he'd know when I actually need him to stop, versus when I'm just saying "no!" If that makes sense.
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Lee moods part 1 (logans mood)
TICKLE FIC
Notnobot, "Hello people!!! This is my first fanfic with the sanders, so bare with me. I would also like to announce that I will be starting to take requests for fics, no art because I don't do art, I will be making a request thing a mugig that will tell you what you can request, sorry forgot the name of the stupid thing, please remind me if any of you get the chance. Oh, and ENJOY!!!"
Logan was lying on his bed in one of the biggest lee moods a person could endure, fantasizing about the dreaded t-word while he stretched himself out and hung his feet over his bed. What if someone had been hiding under his bed, then slowly started to drag their fingers over his feet. Or what if someone, maybe patton, came into his room just to tickle his tummy until he was out of breath. Those both sounded pretty nice right about now, logan thought.
After about ten whole minutes of swimming in a six foot deep lee mood, logan decided to head to the living room in hopes someone there would be willing to tickle him.
As he walked towards the living room, he could hear someone laughing. He entered the living room only to see roman on the couch being tickled by patton.
"Ehehehe, pahahaAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE" Roman laughed as patton found an extra ticklish spot near his armpits, not noticing that logan was standing on the threshold of the living room door, only able to watch in pure silence.
Patton, on the other hand, did notice logan. "Wanna help? He is a pretty wiggley wiggle worm, could use an extra pare of hands." Patton asked cheerfully. Logan just stood there and started giggling.
Patton, being the one and only tickle monster of the mind palace, realized that logan had been in a lee mood. Oh yeah, he was in trouble now.
Patton stopped his attack on roman the second he realized this. Roman, once he caught his breath, saw Patton's face and knew someone was in a lee mood. He turned around only to see the mind palaces pocket protector, red in the face, giggling.
Both patton and roman had the same mischievous look on their faces. Roman had actually gotten up and picked up logan to bring him over to the couch, and guess what, logan gave absolutely no fight what so ever. All while Patton was wiggling his fingers waiting for logan to be brought over to him to give him the tickles he so very much wanted.
"Lee mood, huh? Well, don't worry, my ticklish friend, you will get the tickles you so very much want and deserve." Roman teased as he flopped logan onto the couch so his tummy was open for tickling.
Patton sat on his legs so he could tickle his tummy, ribs, and sides while roman was standing by his armpits, ready to tickle at any given moment. Logan didn't even protest. All he did was giggle, waiting for the tickles.
"Pick a number, Lolo." Said patton excitedly. For a moment, logan just giggled, thinking about what the number could mean. It could mean the time they tickled him for, or it could be the time he must wait to be tickled.
Logan thought that it was more likely that it was for the time he had to wait to get tickled, so "ehehe twohohoho plehehehase!"
"Two, it is!" Roman said, "Would you like to count down for us logan?" Logan looked at the two with a flushing face. They were really gonna make him do that?!?! Of all the ways to tease him! Well, logan thought, it's only two seconds.
"Ohohkahay," Logan started, "twohohoho, ohohone, zerohoHOHOHO!" Logan laughed. Roman was softly tracing circles inside his armpits while Patton was digging into his tummy. The ticklish sensations were unbearable, but he loved every last second of it.
"Awww, my cute little nerd is all giggly and cute. What more could a dad ask for?" Patton cooed.
"Yes, he is pretty cute, isn't he?" Roman answered,
After about five minutes of tickling, their favorite nerd, roman had to get it really going, for logan's sake, of course.
"Hay Patton, isn't it time for our afternoon snack?"
Patton looked at roman with the most mischievous, sly smile that roman had ever seen. "Oh, how could I have forgotten our afternoon snack?! We must find a suitable snack for today, but what?"
The two were talking as though there was not a laughing, wiggling logan right in front of them. His giggles, laughs, and snorts filled the room. He was truly lost in tickles, drowning almost.
Roman looked down at logan to see he was still holding up quite well for how long they had been tickling him, so why not tickle him a little more intensely, right?
Roman gave patton a sly grin, and in a smooth voice, he said, "Well, raspberries are very tasty and nutritious. Why not have some of those?"
"NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHE RAHAHSBEHERRIEHEHES!" Logan protested, not meaning a single word of it.
With that, patton pushed up logan's shirt and blew raspberry after raspberry on his poor tummy.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEH! IHIHIT'S SOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLEHEHEHE!"
Patton stopped with the raspberries but kept his face on logans belly to soak in all his beautiful laughter. Roman, however, had moved down to logan's ribs to keep him giggling, but no longer laughing as hard as he was with the raspberries.
Roman had stopped with his tickling to let logan calm down. Patton went to fetch him a glass of water while roman got him some apple slices. Logan gladly took all the snacks and drinkage he was offered before sitting on the couch leaning on patton.
"So," started patton, "was it all you wanted?" Logan cuddled closer to patton and nodded, with the biggest smile any of them had ever seen logan wear.
He was happy, they were happy, everyone was happy, even virgil! All the laughter had concerned him, so he came downstairs to find logan all smiliey and roman and patton all happy as well. Virgil had joined in to cuddle logan while he was still happy and smiley.
"All tickled out, huh?" Asked virgil with a small smile already forming on his face. Logan looked up at him and nodded, cuddling back into virgil as well as patton. In the end, they all took a nice relaxing nap on the couch.
The end
Sorry, it's short, guys. I didn't have much time to make it. Hope you all enjoyed it, because I enjoyed making it for you! More will be coming soon!!!
#lee!logan#ler!roman#ler!patton#sanders sides#sanders sides tickling#tickling fluff#me in a lee mood guys#sanders sides fanfic
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Tickletober Day 22: Vampire - (ler Patton, ler Logan, lee Virgil)
Summary: Virgil has always been a little quirky - he’s named his dog after a vampire after all. Perhaps he even thinks he is one when he playfully attacks Logan! Is this the end or does Logan know how to handle a scary vampire...?
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"Ugh..." Logan said, holding his head. "Forget it. I'll never figure out this lore."
He got up from his desk and put his laptop down, done with the FNAF lore. Not that it mattered anyways, as his favourite character was irrelevant to it.
Walking outside, he heard Thomas having a debate with the others. It was about dealing with his phobia of going into the bank and becoming an accomplice to a robbery. And discussing the morality of whether if someone holds a gun to your head and forces you to commit crimes, are you still guilty?
The other sides tried to encourage him that he'd be innocent. Thomas may have a guilt complex, but the criminal would be the true guilty party. He tried to convince himself it was true...
Logan popped up with a smile.
"I see I have taught you well."
"Logan!" Everyone said with a smile.
The only side who was currently missing was Virgil.
"Hey, where is-" Logan started, but was cut off by Patton.
"In his room, with his stress animal."
Nodding, Logan went to Virgil's room.
To his surprise, Virgil was playing with a little white Terrier. Seeing them look so happy, Logan smiled.
Looking up, Virgil jumped.
"Hey!"
Stepping back, Logan stuttered and gathered his words.
"Forgive me Virgil. I simply had to know what was "up."" He held up a vocab card for the expression. [Up; what's going on.]
Virgil nodded.
"Well... Here he is. My new dog."
The dog looked up at Logan, going up to him boldly and sniffing his pant leg. It then barked.
Logan kneeled down and let him sniff his hand.
"Patton got him for you?"
"Yeah. He remembered those stress dogs they had for us in college. Monday was dog day, and Thomas got to pet all the dogs! Patton thought one of those might help me."
The dog sniffed Logan's hand and licked it. Logan petted his head and scratched behind his ears. Then Logan sat on a chair, giving the dog time to get used to him. The dog paced all around him, sniffing, growling, pulling back, and looking up curiously. Logan petted him some more, hoping it would please him.
"His name's Drac."
"Like Dracula...?" Logan said in wonder. "I didn't know you enjoyed that book."
"Yep. Halloween's comin' up!"
Nodding, Logan petted the dog, who relaxed, absorbing the pets. Then he licked Logan's hand.
"Haha, hey!"
Virgil grinned.
"He loves doing that!"
Logan smiled and rubbed Drac's belly. The dog made little excited growls. Then he nipped at his hand. Logan let him go and Drac got up, clawing at the door. Virgil opened it and let him run through the mind palace.
Virgil grinned at Logan.
"As for being a vampire..."
Stepping back, Logan dodged Virgil's lunge. He grabbed him around the waist.
"Not this time, V!" And he started tickling, getting the spaces inbetween his ribs.
"AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHHHAAHAHAAA!"
Patton had come back, holding Drac in his arms. The dog was relatively calmer now, just panting and looking happy.
"What's all the commotion? Oh!" He chuckled. Setting the dog down, he came over to Virgil. "Can I help?"
"PLEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEHEHEASE!"
"Okay!" And Patton joined in Logan tickling him, getting his armpits. "Hey, I never said WHO I was going to help!"
"AHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA! TRAHAHAHAHAAHAHAITOR!!" Virgil cried, his eyeshadow running.
Finally, they pulled away and let Virgil breathe. Drac was hopping around, barking at the others and at Virgil, worried something was wrong. Taking long deep breaths, Virgil pushed himself up and petted him.
“It’s alright... I’m fine.” He courtesy smiled. The dog seemed to relax at this. “Anyways... It seems like I’ve got two humans to catch.” Dark smoke clouds erupted in the room followed by the sound of thunder. It was Logan and Patton’s cue to run.
Laughing evilly, Virgil’s eyes promised revenge would come sooner rather than later. For now, he let them run. It would be all the more sweet if his attack was a surprise!
#tickletober2022#wow it's been a while!#sanders sides tickling#lee virgil#ler logan#ler patton#tickle fic#my writing#I actually started this before my dog died#RIP to the best girl#the dog behaviours in this are based on hers
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Peek-A-Boo! I See You!
(This is a submission from Anne Onymous!! :) Thanks, and hope you all enjoy!)
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Roman couldn't remember how he got himself into this. One minute he's watching Pooh's Heffalump Movie with Patton, the next he's pinned down to the floor and being tickled by the fatherly figure. He seemed to be feeling extra teasy today because he was using every form of baby-talk under the sun, a.k.a the one teasing method Roman just cannot handle at all! "Cootchie cootchie coo, Roman! Tickle tickle tickle, kiddo! Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy coo!" Patton teased. Roman managed to pull his wrists out of Patton's free hand that was holding them above his head and hid his face in his hands as an attempt to cover his blush and muffle his laughter, which seemed to cause Patton to stop his tickle attack.
"How odd. Roman seems to have vanished. He was just here. Where has my sweet little prince gone?" Patton joked. Roman giggled and removed his hands. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed, continuing his attack on Roman's poor sensitive tummy. Roman squealed and hid his face again, unable to properly process the tease, causing Patton to stop again. "Where did Roman go? He disappeared again. Where oh where could he be?" Patton fake-pondered. "You need new glasses, I'm right here!" Roman exclaimed, quickly moving his hands away. "Peek-a-boo! I see you!" Patton chimed again, wiggling his fingers in Roman's sensitive hollows.
Despite the overwhelming sensations and his own loud, boisterous laughter, Roman managed to put 2 and 2 together. Every time he covered his face, Patton would stop; and when he uncovered his face, he treated it like a game of peek-a-boo. It's a new tease. He made a mental note to warn Virgil since everyone knew he was Patton's favourite Side to tickle. But for now, he wasn't sure how much more he could take on his worst spot. "HAHAHAHA! PAHAHATTOHOHON, SOHOHOMEWHERE EHEHELSE! PLEHEHEHEASE!" Roman begged. "Awww, ok, Ro-Ro. Don't wanna tire out my favourite wittle prince, now do I?" Patton asked rhetorically, moving down to Roman's ribs.
"Ahahand stohohop bahaby-tahahalking! Hahahahaha!" Roman laughed. "But why? Can wittle Wo-Wo not handle a wittle teasing?" Patton teased. "Pahahat, seheheriohously! I'm wahaharning yohohou!" Roman chuckled. "Are you sure you're in any position to make threats right now, Roman?" Patton asked. "I wohohon't wahahatch mohohovies with yohohou for a mohohohonth!" Roman cackled. Patton decided not to risk it and stopped everything. He got off Roman's waist and helped him back onto the couch. "You ok?" Patton asked. "Yeheah, it just stihill tihickles a lihittle." Roman giggled. "Oof, phantom tickles. It should go away in a minute or two." Patton reassured, rubbing Roman's back. As Roman's giggles turned to yawns, he snuggled into Patton as the two enjoyed a nice nap on the couch.
The End.
#sanders sides tickling#lee roman#ler patton#Anne Onymous#this is adorable thanks!!!#<33#aww#look at it dear followers and let's show it some love!
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A/N; my first fic! I hope you enjoy, this one’s for sanders sides. Let me know if you have any requests let me know! Check out my first post for the fandoms I write for!
New and confusing
Janus and Remus had recently moved into the mindscape. It took a while to get used to, and they were both learning new things all the time.
Today, Janus learned something. “ Pahahathohn nohohoho” Virgil cried. Janus raised a confused eyebrow. Was Virgil… laughing? And yet he sounded as though he was telling Patton to stop. “Patton yes!” The latter cooed and started doing.. something, to Virgil that made him scream and laugh.
“What… are you doing to him? “ Janus asked, his confusion plastered all over his usually smug, knowing, face. “What do you mean, Jan?” The other replied .
“He’s pleading for mercy and yet he’s laughing. Two very controversial things.”
“Oh , you mean this!” He then poked a finger onto Virgil’s stomach, eliciting loud laughter from the dark clad side . “PHAHAHATHOHON STAHAHaP” Patton smiled at this , Virgil’s laugh was so cute!
“Yes, that.” Janus said, fiddling with his cape-lit
“Yeah, I’m just tickling him , J. “
What “and that is supposed to mean…? “
“I’m confused by your confusion, Jan Jan.”
“I don’t know what … tickling, you said? Is.”
Patton suddenly stopped doing that … thing .. to Virgil. “Oh, whoops, I forgot, “ Patton started “none of you ‘dark sides ‘ ever touched each other. You don’t know what this is. I had to teach Virgil.”
“Oh. I’m definitely not curious to see where this goes. “ Janus said
“I’ll just show you!” Patton cried
Before he knew it, Janus was being jumped by the brighter, cheerful side. Patton started wiggling his fingers at his ribs, it was very .. strange .. to say the least.
Janus felt little jolts if electric nerves shoot through his body, he jolted away involuntarily. He also had.. something else.. “why dohoes it mahake me Whana laugh?” He asked, accidentally letting a few slip out as he said it “that’s what tickling does kiddo!”
Let’s just say Janus learned a valuable lesson that day.
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y'all i just had a dream where thomas just casually retweeted an animated tickling gif with Logan and Janus?? as the ler and lee? and then he deleted it after like 30 seconds but people who had notifications on s a w and lemme tell you tumblr was going wild
imagine Thomas's horror BAJSHJSHDA "OHNO IM ON MY MAIN"
also I think I'm going to have to try and recreate the gif because IT WAS A GOOD ONE
#the entire tckl community was simultaneously like “ONE OF US” and also horrified at the thought that thomas might've seen their art/fics#sanders sides tickling#sayin' stuff
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wake up call
Pairing: Romantic Analogince (Roman/Virgil/Logan)
Word Count: 1,476 Words
roman is lee in like 70% of the fics i have drafted rn. i just want to Wreck him
"Is he seriously still asleep?"
Virgil's voice came from the direction of Roman's bedroom door. He couldn't look at him to check, but he could imagine the fondly exasperated look on Virgil's face as he watched Roman 'sleep'. He was lying on his stomach, his face shoved into a pillow, and even with his eyes innocently closed he could tell how bright it was in his bedroom. He was supposed to get up hours ago, yet here he was.
"I've knocked on his door three times, and nothing," Logan added. He must've joined Virgil in Roman's doorway; Roman felt his heart flutter a bit at the idea that his partners were both watching him sleep.
It was silent for a few long seconds. Roman thought they might've left again, until Virgil spoke.
"Well, you know he needs the sleep," he said, voice strangely measured. "He was up late last night, and we had a lot of work to do yesterday... and plus you tickled him for like an hour before he fell asleep."
Roman inhaled so quickly he nearly choked. Oh. Oh, fuck.
"Ah, yes, I'd almost forgotten about that," Logan continued. "Only because we do it so frequently, it's practically routine to tickle Roman to sleep every night."
Oh, fuck both of them. Roman absolutely was going to make them pay for this stunt later-- if he could get through this without blowing his cover.
"Yeah, he's pretty loud when he gets tickled," Virgil said. "I was in the kitchen with Patton and we both heard it. Kinda... squeal-y, and shriek-y."
"Ah, that must have been when he said he could keep his arms up for five minutes straight. I told him we could stick to gentler tickles to help him wind down, but you know how he is."
They both laughed lowly, and Roman could feel his face getting hot. It's one thing for the two of them to talk about him like he's not even there-- it's even worse when he can't even try to fight back in some way without ruining his plan.
"What was that one thing he does? When he drops his arms almost all the way down again 'cause it tickles too much, but then he just sorta folds his elbows over his face, like he's trying to hide? It's pretty freaking funny."
"Especially since it blocks his vision and prevents him front anticipating the other hand moving toward his torso. We had a lot of fun with that last night-- I believe I found a new freckle, above his right hip, that seemed to be quite sensitive to spider tickles."
Virgil snorted. "Oh, yeah? I'll have to remember that for later... poor little Princey. He has no idea what he's in for as soon as he wakes up."
No, no, no teasing. The butterflies fluttering around his stomach were already bad enough.
"Roman..." Logan's voice was nearly a coo, and Roman fought the urge to shiver as he suddenly realized his partner must be standing right by his bed. "I do hope you're not pretending to be asleep when we've asked you so politely to get up."
He felt the logical side move to sit gingerly on the edge of the bed. He considered throwing in a fake snore, but decided that would be too much.
Especially when, all of sudden, he felt Logan's hand running through his hair. And then he felt Logan's nails running through his hair.
It took every single thing in Roman not to squirm then and there and ruin the whole game.
"We miss you," Logan said softly, and really that wasn't even fair, because if they're planning what Roman knows they're planning, then he was purposefully trying to be romantic and gentle in that way that made Roman's heart flutter in his chest. Stupid smart boyfriends and their stupid observation skills.
Another dip on his other side told him Virgil had joined him on the bed; he forced himself to stay still when he felt a warm hand rub up and down his back. "We have literally nothing to do today. Give it up to Janus on finally booking in that self-care day. And if we do end up doing any work, then everyone is gonna get to see the genius ideas you came up with yesterday. You did good, Princey."
Bastards, bastards, bastards. Roman's tummy would be full of butterflies just from the compliments and validation alone. Pairing it with the gentlest of tickles was overkill.
He could just give in. Roll over, get good morning kisses from his two favorite people in the whole world, and return the love they've showered onto him tenfold. But no one ever accused Roman of giving up from a fight, so his eyes stayed closed and his breathing stayed measured.
At least, until Virgil suddenly curved his fingers so his nails were the ones running up and down Roman's back. He kept his hand right along the spine, which wasn't so bad for Roman, but with every motion he let his fingers creep closer, closer, closer to the backs of Roman's ribs. Those horrible, wonderful tickle spots that Roman was utterly incapable of ignoring. He felt himself begin to tremble, and he wondered if Virgil could feel it, too.
Logan hummed, and suddenly his hand had moved, too, to gently brush and wiggle against Roman's ear. He softly scratched below the lobe, where Roman's ear met his jawline.
It took everything in Roman not to smile, not to scrunch his neck up, not to laugh. He ached to laugh, to wiggle and kick his legs and squirm away from his lovers' hands... and maybe even to be held so tightly, wrapped up in someone's arms, while the other let their hands trail all over his body in retaliation for sleeping late. Or each of his partners could grab one wrist, keeping him so vulnerable between them as they take turns inspecting each one of his tickle spots. Maybe-
"Alright, enough of this," Virgil said, before shoving both arms under Roman's chest and flipping him over onto his back like a pancake. "Time to wake up."
Roman had approximately 0.1 seconds to take a deep breath before both Logan and Virgil dived in with reckless abandon. Gone were the gentle, soft, nearly soothing tickles they'd began with; now Logan was leaning over to dig his thumbs into Roman's underarms while Virgil vibrated his hands all over Roman's soft stomach.
Immediately Roman screamed, eyes shooting open and limbs desperately trying to coordinate some way to defend himself, but his barely-awake brain coupled with the devious double attack left him beyond delirious and without any way to save himself. Virgil leaned down, letting his own morning stubble graze Roman's side while he massaged his tummy, and Logan dropped himself down to murmurs soft coos into Roman's ear that he couldn't even comprehend over how much his warm breath set his ear and neck alight with tingles.
"Nahaha- wahaha- wait!" he gasped. The tickles slowed, but his partners didn't pull away.
"Wakey wakey," Virgil purred, leaning down to leave slow, soft kisses against Roman's midsection. Roman's legs kicked weakly.
"Not fair," he whined. His ear seemed to vibrate with the sound of Logan's low laughter, before he, too, was peppering the spot with gentle kisses. Roman snorted; he couldn't decide which way to move his head (towards the kisses or away from the tickles?). Luckily, Logan made the decision for him, pressing his mouth even closer to Roman's ear so he couldn't scrunch his neck.
"It's time to get up, darling."
Each syllable sent breath against Roman's ear and shivers run up and down his spine. It was horrible, absolutely horrible- Roman could do nothing but squeal and buck against the bed, where Virgil's own kisses and wandering hands were still attacking his tummy.
"Plehehease..." he begged. His smile nearly ached, but he couldn't feel anything other than the soft warmth that came from being adored by his partners. Blissfully, his partners seemed to listen: Logan pecked his kisses down until he was merely kissing Roman's shoulder through his shirt, and Virgil folded his hands and rested his chin on them as he smirked up at his bedraggled boyfriend.
"That was," Roman continued through catching his breath, "utterly uncalled for."
"We warned you, dude," Virgil shot back. "You could've gotten up at any time."
"I was asleep!"
Virgil snorted. "Uh huh."
"I was!"
"Whatever you say, dear," Logan murmured. Roman opened his mouth to continue arguing, but suddenly Logan was once again running his nails through Roman's hair, and any word of complaint disappeared as he moaned.
Virgil propped himself up further, and even in his blissed-out state Roman could make out the softness in his gaze.
"You know what? I think you should sleep in every day."
#my posts#my writing#tickling#tickle fic#tickle community#sanders sides tickling#lee!roman#ler!virgil#ler!logan#drafted on december 27 2021#wake up call
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Lee virgil Lee virgil Lee virgil
LEE VIRGIL HOLD UP
• NÚMERO UNO HE GETS GANGED ON BY THE REST OF THE SIDES
• MOSTLY ROMAN AND PATTON
• bro has the cutest laugh and YOUD NEVER EXPECT IT
• bro just, roman and patton trying to cheer him up and they try jokes, funny faces, and nothing. so thomas walks in and he’s like “what’re you guys doing” and roman’s like “well our purple punk is more down in the dumps than usual, so we’re trying to cheer him up” and thomas just goes “try tickling him” and LEMME TELL YOU
• roman and patton had the biggest smirks on their faces
• as soon as virgil heard the t word, he booked it
• but of course they caught him and went to town, and they somehow convinced thomas to get in on the action
OK THATS IT🧍🏽♀️ this is my first time doing this so sorry if it’s bad but LEE VIRGIL
#lee!virgil#tword fic#sfw tickle#virgil sanders#tword blog#sander sides#sanders side fic#sanders sides tickling
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"Not Ticklish"
can be seen as a ship or as friends
As Virgil scrolls through his phone and the others watch a show on TV, Roman wraps an arm around Virgil's waist. Virgil leans into Roman while still staring at his phone.
Time passes and Virgil makes a sassy comment to Roman earning him a poke on his ribs. This would have been fine if Virgil didn't squeak and flinch at this.
Roman looks back down at the younger boy, a small smirk on his lips. "What was that?"
"Hm?" Virgil says as he acts like he doesn't know what the taller boy means. This earns him another poke on the ribs, making him squeak a little louder this time.
"Say, you wouldn't be *ticklish* by chance, would you?"
"Nope, not ticklish" Virgil says while going back to his phone.
Roman takes Virgil's phone and places it down on the coffee table in front of them. "Then you wouldn't mind if i.." Roman brought his hands into Virgil's view and started wiggling them, inching closer and closer to Virgil's torso by the second.
"Don't-" Virgil says while wrapping his arms tightly around his torso.
"Are you Green storm cloud?" Roman whispered into Virgil's ear causing him to scrunch up his shoulders and turn red before giving a slight nod.
Roman's hand reach Virgil's torso, tickling every inch in there wake while Virgil kick and squeals and laughs.
Let's just say that they were entertained for a while.
(Very sry it's so short, idk how to exactly explain the tickling. I'm open to constructive criticism if y'all have any. Other than that have a lovely day/night/ect, hope to have more fics soon<3)
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yes i only post things when @trrickytickle tells me to
she's my secret second identity, that's why we're both green
#liya is a cutiepie#tickle community#sfw tickle community#tickle stuff#virgil sanders is a goddamn lee#lee virgil#sanders sides tickling
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Janus teaches Roman to dance, but he keeps messing Roman up by tickling him.
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Ship: Roceit/none
Characters: Lee!Roman, Ler!Janus
Warnings: Tickles, otherwise none. Tell me if I forgot any!
Word count: 536
A/N: This, is what you call a good idea. Thank you! Also, sorry this fic is weirdly short.
Dancing Prince
"Your turn, truth or dare?" Janus asked.
"Mm... truth." Roman said.
"Tell me... an embarrassing thing about yourself."
"Um... hm... Oh, I don't know how to uh... slow dance." Janus looked confused.
"You don't?"
"No. Truth or dare?"
"You're a prince, though. Isn't that like, the whole... prince thing?"
"Yeah. But it's fine! Seriously. Okay, truth or dare?"
"No." Janus snapped, and suddenly they were sitting at a booth table, off to the side of a large open room with wooden floors. It was really beautiful. Chandeliers lit up the room, and there was some slow instrumental music playing.
"Wha- Janus. I just told you I can't slow dance."
"So I'll teach you." Janus stands up and offers a hand to Roman. "May I have this dance?"
"I don't know, I'm gonna mess it up-"
"Now, how did you become the great and powerful prince Roman with your stage fright?" Roman scoffed.
"I do not have stage fright."
"Then come on." Roman took his hand, and was pulled to the middle of the ballroom. Janus helped adjust his hands, putting one on Janus' shoulder, and the other was holding his hand. Janus put his hand on Roman's hip.
"See, now we just move to the music. It's not that hard." He leads the dance, moving his feet to the rhythm. Roman seems very tense, probably from never doing this before.
"Am I doing it right?"
"You're doing just fine, Ro. Relax a little." Janus squeezes his hip, tickling him purposefully.
"Hey!" He squeaked. "I'm trying to concentrate."
"You're concentrating too much. You need to lose tension a little bit, okay?" Roman sighed and relaxed a little bit. "Good. Now, follow my lead."
They did many steps, going forwards and backwards and to the side, spinning each other around, Janus being a great teacher all along the way.
"I think I'm getting it!" Roman said happily.
"Yeah, you're doing great!" Janus squeezed his hip again, causing him to jump.
"Hehey! Stop, you're gonna make me mess up!"
"You're doing great, I don't know what you're talking about." Janus slowly walked his fingers up his sides, beginning to tickle him there, too.
"Wahait, Jahan! Dohohon't!"
"Don't what? We're just dancing." When his fingers reached his ribs, Roman's body decided to stop moving, and begin to just laugh.
"Jahahan! Nahahaha!"
"Are you okay with this?" He asks, not wanting to go too far. Roman let's go of his hand and shoulder, instead burying his face in the crook of his neck and wrapping his arms around the deceitful side. Janus takes his hands off of Roman, crossing over his back and hovering just above his armpits, which the hug has given him access to tickle.
"Yeheah." Roman mutters, Janus practically feeling the head radiating off of his face.
"Good." Janus attacked, and he squealed. His arms bolted down, but his hands were already there.
"Stopstopstopstop Nohohohoho!" He didn't mean that, and Janus knew it.
"Tickle tickle, Roman." Janus teased, smiling at how many more giggles it caused.
He would be laughing for a long time, and they both knew that. His nerves would be lit up like than a Christmas tree, and he would enjoy every second of it.
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