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Hello everyone! I’m sorry once again that this isn’t a request. I have them almost ready to go I promise. Thank you for being patient with me. This is just to hold you guys over until I get done with stupid finals!! Anyways please enjoy this tickle fic I threw together last night for my friend @tinysidestrashcaptain! (She is so awesome and a really go writer! Go follow her and check out her stories.) I’m also gonna tag another amazing tickle fic writer @ticklyfandoms and you should also follow them because their content is beautimous!

Love you all and thank you so much! Hope you enjoy!

Vulnerable Information

(ships): Logicality

Words ~ 2,499 ~

Warnings: Tickle fic, some angst at the beginning, very teasy at the end

It was one of the moral aspects clumsy weeks. Patton had been dropping just about everything he touched. From breakfast yesterday morning, to Roman’s sword collection later on, and finally just now he dropped an entire stack of papers he was helping carry for his boyfriend Logan. As he watched the papers fly everywhere across the mindscape, Patton’s emotional threshold about had it. He broke down, sobbing right there in the middle of the hallway, unable to follow Logan down the steps he had traveled down not a minute before.

Logan heard the sudden exasperated cry from his boyfriend upstairs and he instantly abandoned his own stack of papers he was carrying. He raced up the steps until he saw the papers flying past. The logical aspect frowned knowing exactly what had occurred. Patton had managed to yet again drop something else. Normally he would be angry, but the last thing that Morality needed right now was his wrath. Logan took in a deep breath as he walked around the corner and swept away the enormous loose pile of papers that was covering his wailing boyfriend.

“I’m *hiccup* sorry Logan!! *hiccup* I can’t do *hiccup* anything write.” He picked up a pencil trying to make a pun, except he dropped that too causing himself to cry more. Logan frowned sadly as he tried to lead his boyfriend off the floor, only to see him to slump back down again.

The thump the moral aspects’ rump made when it hit in contact with the floor alerted the other two aspects of Patton’s current distressed state. Roman and Virgil were in the kitchen not a moment later, helping pick up the loose leaves without question. Logan tried one more time to pick his sobbing boyfriend off of the floor and this time succeeded, wrapping one of the moral aspect’s arms around his own shoulder.

“Take care of dad, Logan. We’ll clean this up.” Roman nodded with Virgil in agreement, and the logical aspect thought, knowing the two probably wouldn’t put them back in alphabetical order like he had them. He shrugged the matter off however, knowing his boyfriend was more important than any sort of information he could filing at the moment.

Silently thanking them, he exited the room with the moral aspect leaning onto him like his life depended on it. Seeing his boyfriend in such a state as this about broke his heart in two. Logan then led him, runny-nosed and teary-eyed, to his own room, opening and closing the door behind him. Before Patton knew it however, he was picked up bridal-style and placed on top of Logan’s bed, his eyes transfixed on the ceiling, and then his love’s  face came down to his level.

Patton felt his tears and cries began to slow as the logical aspect began to wipe his eyes and his nose lovingly with some Kleenex™. Logan then pressed a gentle comforting hand to his face, watching the emotional myre slowly relinquish its hold on his boyfriend, until all that was left were gentle sniffles. Patton finally turned his head, but was kindly shushed by Logan.

“My dear Patton. You do not need to apologize for the papers. I understand it has been a hard week for you. Do not worry about what I need to do. My primary focus right now is taking care of you.” Patton sniffled once more and sighed leaning his head against the logical aspect’s hand for grounding and reassurance. Logan smiled and signaled for his boyfriend to scoot over.

“May I lay with you dear Patton?” The moral aspect lifted his head, giving Logan a small smile as he made room for his boyfriend beside him. Gingerly, Logan laid down beside him, and immediately grasped the hand closest, raising it up to his lips kissing it gently. Patton gave a tiny giggle and a final sniffle, as the sadness finally subsided from his eyes and facial features. Logan gave content sigh of relief and stared into Patton’s beautiful brown eyes, his own lighting up as Patton’s happy smile returned.

“T-thank you Logan!” He wiped his nose with his cardigan once more, before cuddling into his boyfriend and wrapping his arms around Logan’s sides. The logical aspect flinched slightly, but allowed himself to be trapped by the moral aspect.

“Anytime my beloved.” After about five minutes of an absurdly long hug however, Logan began to squirm out of Patton’s grasp, to which the moral aspect whined persuasively.

“Nooooo...stay with meee...please?” Logan rolled his eyes fondly.

“Patton. I would cuddle with you, but I have work to attend to.” Patton only squeezed tighter.

“Nooooo!! Work can wait!!” He nuzzled his face into the logical aspect’s chest, causing Logan to raise an eyebrow.

“Are you positive you only want me to stay Patton? Or is there something else you were getting at?” Patton stopped moving in his grasp for a second to think of his answer, before desperately shaking his head.

“No I just want to spend time with you.” The little giggle at the end of his sentence betrayed his true thoughts to Logan. The logical aspect chuckled at this.

“I am not sure I believe you, dearest. I think I’ll ask again. Was there something else you wanted?” He pushed himself down until he was eye-level with his boyfriend, their noses touching and Patton’s arms now wrapping around his neck.

“Nope!” Patton blushed knowing full well he would be found out eventually by his preceptive boyfriend and found out he was not a moment later.

“I’m not quite sure I believe you Patton. Perhaps we should test your null hypothesis, if I reject it...then there should perhaps be some consequences involved, don’t you think, Patton?” The logical aspect rested his fingertips, starting at Patton’s wrists and slowly began to travel their way down his arms stroking slowly. Logan didn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend once, even as his giggles began to increase. Once he felt the sleeve of Patton’s shirt he stopped, watching Patton squirm closer and not away from him.

“Patton?”

“Eheheh. Yes Logan?”

“I believe I found out what it is that you wanted.” He gave him a knowing smirk slowly making tiny circles with his thumbs on the undersides of his arms, that were still currently wrapped around his neck. Patton began to give a series of soft squeals, as he did his best to keep his arms around the logical aspect’s neck. “But...for research purposes, I need you to tell me what you want.”

Patton shook his head defiantly unable to speak from the delightful sensations coming from Logan’s strategic hands.

“Now Patton. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is you can deliberately tell me what it is you want right now and I will give it to you. I can assure you that this course of action will cause you to blush less in your cheeks than the hard way. The hard way entails my hands resting right where they are and a large amount of verbal teasing, until you decide to comply, telling me what it is you want.”

Patton grinned through his giggles, deliberately choosing the hard way from Logan’s perspective.

“I see the hard way is the path you have chosen. Do you wish to continue? Because there is no escape once you have made your choice, dear Patton.” Logan’s hands gripped Patton’s arms, preventing escape. Patton blushed and closed his eyes, shaking his head furiously.

“As you wish then.” Logan began to move his thumb once again, only this time in a quicker and lighter fashion. “So...I will state my hypothesis in question form and you must repeat it back as a sentence if it is true. Patton Sanders, do you enjoy being tickled?”

Patton’s eyes widened as he shook his head vigorously refusing to open his mouth. The speed of Logan’s thumbs quickened as he let out a low and growly chuckle.

“Lying will get you nowhere. How am I able to get results if your stubbornness inhibits your ability to cooperate? Allow me to try again. Do you, Patton Sanders enjoy my fingers gently wiggling against your skin, the rush of adrenaline as I squeeze your tummy, and the tiny kisses I apply to your sides?” Patton’s laughter flushed with his face, growing redder by the minute at Logan’s teasing voice. The moral aspect once again shook his head through his laughter, continuing to deny the logical aspect’s words.

“Patton you are only making this harder on yourself.” Logan began lightly squeezing the area under his arms now. “I will state my hypothesis once more, do you Pat-”

“YEEHEHEHS!! Yes I do!!”

Logan raised an eyebrow in victory. “Oh? Do what Patton?” He left his thumbs there hovering just outside of Patton’s armpits.

“Ihihihih doo like it!”

“What is this ‘it’ that you like, Patton? Please. Do tell.” Logan smirked gladly he was finally getting the upper hand of the battle.

“I LIKE BEING TICKLED!!” Patton practically yelled it and arched his back of the bed, badly wanting Logan to stop hovering and get on with it, but Logan moved his thumbs away just in time.

“Well why did you not say so in the first place, my dearest Patton. So...is there anything in particular you would like me to do with this piece of information?”

Patton shrunk back and made eye contact with his boyfriend, surrendering himself to his vulnerability. “...tickle me? Please?”

Logan smiled fondly as his fingers creeped back towards their target. “With pleasure, dearest.” It only took his digits a second to enter into the defined arches of his armpits, wiggling his index fingers lightly and stimulating as much area as possible. Patton shrieked at the touch and held Logan’s body firmly, refusing himself to respond to the fluttering touch.

Logan chuckled at his boyfriend’s antics. “You are quite adorable in this state, Pat. I know you adore the act of gargalesis and your responses to my touches are quite entertaining to watch. Could you tell me how much you are enjoying this...by...let’s see here...a show of hands? Raise your arms to the sky dearest Patton. It is my intention to maximize your pleasure from this stimuli.” Patton’s chuckles heightened as he shakily stretched his arms to the sky, doing his best not to clamp down. In response, Logan slowed his tickles too, until it was only gentle stroking and gentle giggles. It was then that Logan attacked in the deepest part of his armpits causing an enormous amount of laughter to bubble out and Patton’s armpits to come clamping down.

“You seem to be quite ticklish here my dear Patton? Are you enjoying yourself? Would some verbal teasing put your over the edge per se, however? Tickle tickle tickle my dearest Patton. I know you like it!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!”

“No? I thought we just established that you did...perhaps a different area is in need of a tickle however.” Logan smiled fondly. “Where should I tickle you next? Your ears? Your nose? Your ribs? Or your toes?” He gently stroked a fleeting finger over each body part as he named it, soaking up the tiny giggles Patton expelled from his lips. “Perhaps your belly would suffice for now.” As Logan reached his hands down Patton’s arms flew off of Logan’s neck as he tried to protect his tummy, shying away from Logan’s touch.

“Ah ah ah. None of that Patton. Hands down at your sides please. You know you are going to enjoy this.” Patton’s face couldn’t blush anymore as he complied slowly lowering his hands to his sides and letting Logan lift up his shirt, slowly.

“Eheheheheheh!! Go faster!!”

“What? Am I not allowed to tease you?” He slipped his index finger gingerly into his bellybutton wiggling it a bit, before lifting up the rest of his shirt and proceeding to gently squeeze across Morality’s abdomen. Patton’s whole body shook with laughter as he gripped the bed sheets, enjoying all of his boyfriends touches. “You are truly adorable Patton.” He then moved from squeezes to subtle scuttles all about his tummy, scratching at various speeds and intensities.

“AHAHAHHHAHAHAHAH!!!” Patton tried not to squirm, but his self defense mechanisms were fighting against his freewill. Logan slowed down his tickles until it was only two index fingers drawing obscure equations on Patton’s bare belly, his laughter subsiding into tiny giggles.

“Lohohogan?”

“Yes Patton?”

“Can you...please tickle my sides?”

“Why yes of course my dear Morality! Thank you for asking.” His fingers then lightly trailed to either side of his stomach beginning to flutter again at a more intense speed. Patton’s laughter skyrocketed once more as he almost jolted off of the bed. “Judging by your responses, you must be very sensitive here. Perhaps some kisses are in order.” Patton’s laughter when silent as he felt Logan’s lips trailing up and down his right side, peppering him with kisses and blowing the occasional teasy raspberry. He switched to his other side soon after, giving it the same treatment fondly. He ended his escapade on Patton’s belly, with one final gigantic raspberry, right on the top of his navel, causing a silent shriek to course through the entirety of Patton’s body.

Patton thought his tickling session was over after that glorious ending, but he was wrong. Logan’s lips then shot up straight to his neck, peppering the area with kisses and sending the moral aspect back into happy hysterics. He nipped with his mouth and tickled with his fingers, soaking up every beautiful sound that gave way out of Patton’s mouth. He only stopped however when he felt the joyful tears trickle down off of Patton’s face and onto his own cheeks.

He retreated and memorized the way Patton looked after a tickling session, hair tousled, eyes happy bright, and his smile. Oh goodness his smile is what got Logan everytime he looked at the moral aspect. It was like a whole world of opportunities was waiting for him, and all Logan had to do was explore it. In how many ways could he get Patton to smile like that? He could only wonder because he was sure the possibilities were endless.

It took him a few minutes to regain himself, the ghostly tickles beginning to subside leaving a yawning and tired Patton in their wake. He grabbed out towards Logan once again, pulling him back into his embrace and dozing off quietly.

Hello everyone!! I’m sorry this isn’t your average tickle fic I make but I just had to write it because it’s been on my mind for a couple days. This is a fic between two Sander’s Sides OC’s made by @availe and @ask-us-sanderssides. I highly suggest you check out her blogs before you read this if you want to understand who they are and the full story, but I’ll give you a tiny synopsis under the cut for people who want spoilers.

Heya! Got a drabble out from the Anon who sent in this prompt: “Heyo! I’m not sure If requests are open but if they are could you please do a fic with prince and anxiety? Like Anxiety doesn’t take getting hurt well and prince makes it a little… easier for him? If ya get what I mean!”

This was quite hard to write. I don’t feel like this drabble flowed as well as my other’s. But I think I did okay. Anon who sent this in, I hope you like it! It could be gayer, but ya know. :3 Feedback is always appreciated.

Please enjoy:

Gauze and Effect

(Ships): Prinxiety

Words ~ 1,457 ~

(Warnings): Slight Hurt and Pain, Slight NSFW

“Yes you were angry, but that didn’t mean you had to take it out on the door. What did the hinged wooden plank ever do to deserve such a profound kick?”

“It was in my way that's what!” Virgil hissed as Roman applied a cleansing ointment to his swollen right foot.

“Well it's not in anyone’s way anymore. You can thank your foot for that.” Roman capped up the ointment he was using and got out a bandage cloth.

“I was only mad because one of Thomas’s so called ‘fans’ was being a-wait no. You are NOT putting that on me.” Virgil took one look at the cloth bandage before pulling his foot away from Roman’s grasp.

Roman rolled his eyes. “Oh please Virgil. At least it’s not Logan doing this. He wouldn’t be as gentle.”

“No I would rather have Logan do it. At least he knows what he’s doing half the time!”

“What!? Take that back!”

“Hell no...well maybe I’ll consider it if you get that sorry excuse for a blood soaker away from me!”

“Virgil. I am wrapping your foot up whether you like it or not!” Roman tried to reach for his foot only to have his hand smacked down by the darker aspect. “Urgh! In your current state, you have nowhere to run! Give in already!” All of Roman’s attempted grabs were continuously slapped out of the way each time.

“No! It feels like one of the pressure things at the Doctor’s Office.”

“It’s to keep the swelling down and protect the foot from any infections.” The two aspects turned their attention to the logical trait who had just walked in the room. “Would you rather me do it Roman?”

“No. I’m doing this. Virgil’s just gonna have to deal!” He grabbed at his foot once more, but missed again. “Ugh! I refuse to give up!”

“No matter what you do Princey, I’m not letting you put that piece of gauze on me!” Virgil hissed again. The darker aspect had climbed onto the back of the couch trying his best to keep the injured foot in the air and fight off Roman at the same time. In doing so, he didn’t notice how close to the wall his foot was. While swinging around quickly to avoid another one of Roman’s grabs, the inside of the injured foot was then forcefully shoved into the wall.

After yelling at the top of his lungs, Virgil doubled over in pain and fell off the back of the couch.

“VIRGIL!” Just before he landed, Roman managed to hop the couch, roll under the darker aspect’s shadow, and catch him heroically in his arms. Anxiety writhed, whimpering in the Prince’s grasp.

“Shhhhhh...its okay...I got you.” Roman whispered lovingly into his ear as he carried Anxiety back to the couch. “Logan!”

Logan had already came back as soon as he had left carrying a bottle of Ibuprofen and an Ice pack. “It seems we read each other's minds.”

Roman carefully set the hurting aspect on the couch and pulled up a footrest, setting Virgil’s heel delicately upon it. His eyes were closed and only distraught noises came out of the darker aspects mouth. Seeing his boyfriend like this ripped Roman’s heart and pride into pieces. The prince gingerly pulled him onto his lap, wrapped his arms around his waist, and continued whispering into his ear, trying to calm him down.

After seeing Roman had discarded the gauze, Logan knelt down beside the foot and began to wrap it, only to have Virgil shake Logan off. “I...I don’t want it!” Anxiety seethed between grunts of pain. The logical trait grumbled and looked towards the royal expectantly.

Roman acknowledged and held down both of Virgil’s legs with his own, preventing the darker aspect from moving his lower half. Immediately, Virgil began thrashing about his upper body attempting to get free, that is until the prince buried his face in the crook of his neck and began kissing and tickling with his breath.

Slowly Virgil’s whimpering turned into light giggles as his body relaxed. Roman continued kissing up and down Virgil’s neck, but decided it wasn’t enough. The fingers resting on Virgil’s waist, cautiously picked up speed and began to wiggle all around his tummy. With the pain completely forgotten about, Virgil’s giggles transformed into laughter. His hands clamped down on Roman’s wrists, attempting to pull them away from their positions, but with the darker aspect weakening fast, the prince had the upper ‘hand’.

Unable to move his legs, Virgil was at the mercy of his lover. All he could do was giggle and laugh as Roman moved his hands to the various tickle spots he knew to drive Anxiety crazy. Once Roman’s fingers trailed up into Virgil’s armpits, the grip the latter had on Roman’s wrists slipped, hands falling limply to his sides.

“Pffffahahahahahahhahahah!!! Princey!!! Cut it out!!!”

“But you seem to be enjoying yourself. Plus, I would rather hear your adorable laughter than to see you screaming in pain.” Roman continued gently scratching at the hollows, making sure each stroke elicited a fair amount of giggles. Moving his tickling fingers back down their previous route, they halted at his hips and began to squeeze lightly and rapidly.

“PRIHIHIHIHIHIHCCCEEEYYYY!!!” Virgil threw his head back into Roman’s chest, cackling like a madman.

“Awww Virge. Don’t be laughing like that just yet! We haven’t even gotten to your most ticklish spot!” Roman stopped his assault only for a second to boop his lover on the nose, eliciting a high pitched grunt from the darker aspect followed by more laughter as Roman continued his tickle attack.

“Ahem. Roman.” The royal turned his attention to Logan who motioned to Virgil’s foot. The pair had been too busy with their own antics they hadn’t noticed Logan had already wrapped up the foot and laid an ice pack on it.

“But...but...I wanted to do it!” Roman pouted.

“I would have let you, but you seemed slightly...preoccupied.” Whilst smirking, Logan took the bottle of Ibuprofen, opened it, and handed a pill to Roman. “Have Virgil take that. The swelling and pain should be gone within the next 20-45 minutes.” Roman nodded and stopped his assault only to be faced with an uncooperative, sour faced Anxiety.

“Take the pill!”

“Heck no!”

“Take it!”

“Noohohoho-*gulp*!” As Virgil tried to protest, Roman delivered a sharp poke to his ribs which in turn opened his mouth and allowed Princey to shove the pill in. He kept his hand there in case Virgil decided to spit it out. The darker trait huffed in irritation through his nostrils and swallowed the pill.

At that moment, Patton walked in on the scene and the biggest smile played across his lips as he saw the two other aspects parenting Virgil like he would have. The darker trait was now burying his face into Roman’s chest, while the latter held him close.

“AWWWWWW!! This is so cute!!! What happened here?”

“Long story short. Virgil was being difficult about us wrapping his foot up, thus he accidently injured himself further. Roman tickled him to ease his pain and I wrapped his foot up for him. It seems his compliancy has returned.”

Patton chuckled. “Ah! No worries there! He was just being salty because he was...defeeted. Glad to see hes TOEtally okay.” Roman and Virgil both chuckled at his puns while Logan just blinked at his dichotomy.

“If...you know what? It’s not worth it.” Logan threw his hands up in the air and marched out of the room, not wanting to deal with anymore ridiculousness for the day. Patton smiled at the two cuddling aspects, before following in Logan’s footsteps.

“At least he wasn’t disARMed!” The moral trait shouted happily.

“PATTON I’M DONE. No more please!” Patton only giggled as they both faded from Roman and Virgil’s view.

Virgil cuddled into Roman’s arms, still heaving from the bout of tickling he had received. Even though he had secretly enjoyed it, Anxiety would never admit it to his lover. Seeing as how the darker aspect was no longer trying to get away, Prince removed his legs from restraining Virgil’s and set his feet flat on the floor. Virgil’s gaze met Roman’s as they stared at each other lovingly for awhile.

“Sorry...for being difficult.” Virgil mumbled as he buried his face back into Roman’s chest. The royal smiled as he placed a kiss into the darker aspect’s fluffy hair and then carted a hand through it.

Not all tickle fics have to be light hearted! >:-3 This was the big project I had been working on. I tried a different writing style and I’m not sure how it turned out.

This is my attempt at writing an angsty tickle fic. I dont know how well I really did. So this is just an experiment! If no one likes it then I won’t write another one. Problem solved. I just wanted to challenge myself ya know? So now I can go work on the three prompts the anons sent in so I’m excited! :3

Without further ado, please enjoy:

Ad'fix'tion

(Ships): Analogical

Words ~ 1,837

(Warning): Tickle fic. Contains Self-harm, suggestive themes, NSFW, sensual wording, and a crap ton of angst, (turns fluffy in the end though).

The world is a twisted place, full of the illusions humans so often call happy endings. He of all the sides knew this the most. Whether it was because he had been the bearer of bad news for so many years, or that he was the only pessimist of the bunch, he did not have the complete answer. Perhaps it was just him blowing things out of proportion, like usual. The other options formed in his head one by one. Through all the excuses, all the complaints, all the sorrow, and pain, he needed an escape. Sadly, the escape he chose had dire consequences.

    Virgil sat in the bath tub, shirtless, gatorade to his right and the knife to his left. Deep inside he did not want to cut himself. Deep inside he wished he could stop. Oh with every fiber of his being did he want to stop, but he was bound. Fastened. Held. Chained to the thoughts that plagued him every single day. He was unable to prevent the thing he feared most from occurring.

    Obeying the command that rang within his very soul, his left hand shakily grabbed the knife and held it up to his throat. It demanded that he not disobey the ritual the darker aspect had performed for so long, lest his grip would fail him and plummet the holder into an endless sleep. A gasp of helplessness pursed the darker aspects lips as the knife moved away from his face, and down to its original target, accepting his surrender of the daily blood offering. Try what he may, Virgil could not utter a single word or stop the trajectory of his left hand, but someone else could.

It all happened so quickly. The bathroom door had opened. A yelling figure rushed in. A separate hand intervened. The hand that held the knife was yanked away, preventing further damage to the shaking aspect.

Virgil stared at the wall, unable to make sense of what was going on around him. He sat paralyzed from the fear instilled in him, until a fourth hand chose his hair as its nesting place.

It relaxed him, stroking the black strands in the direction it was combed, lightly skimming the top of the darker aspects scalp.

Virgil’s body instantly relaxed into the touch. He felt himself regain control over his left hand, the death grip loosening around the tool of torment as it tumbled out of his fingers and landed with a loud ‘Clack!’ on the floor.

The sound startled him out of his trance, his gaze snapping away from the wall and into the eyes of the one who had saved him from his self-torture.

The look on his face displayed one of bitter sorrow mixed with deep concern. Eventually it all faded into a neutral, stern expression, his hand still carting through the darker aspect’s fluffy hair.

“Virgil…” His savior spoke.

“…Logan…” Virgil was barely able to mumble the logical traits name as his worry completely faded out of memory. Logan’s grip slackened on his left wrist, trusting Virgil was free of the madness.

“Virgil. How long has this been happening?” Logan moved his hands and began to caress the darker aspect’s face as the latter looked up into his eyes.

Anxiety took a deep breath, regaining his senses. “Too long…” He was about to stand up when Logan quickly moved a hand on his chest, stopping him from doing so.

“No. Do not move. I will not allow it.”

As defiant as Virgil wanted to be, he huffed and stayed put, looking at Logan expectedly. After removing his hand, the logical trait took this chance to sit on the edge of the tub.

“Please. Talk to me. Why?” With one foot he kicked the knife on the floor to the other side of the bathroom, out of Virgil’s reach.

Anxiety sighed in defeat. “I’m sorry. Everything is better now. I know I have no reason to continue doing this to myself, but I’m addicted to self inflicted pain…and…I’m not sure why. Please don’t tell Patton. Or Roman. I wouldn’t hear the end of it. I used this as an escape from the pain all of you gave me before the incident in my room, but now…I can’t stop.” Virgil stared at his feet, awaiting one of Logan’s lectures, but it never came.

“Do you want to stop?” Logan’s gaze did not steer from his eyes as he spoke.

“Yes!!!” Virgil yelled almost sounding heartbroken.

Logan nodded. His complexion shifted with Virgil’s plea and almost mimicked the same amount of hurt the darker aspect had voiced. “When the skin is penetrated, the body releases endorphins to help it deal with the physical pain.” Logan began, breaking eye contact with Anxiety. “Scientists used to believe that it was only this fact an addiction for self-harm appeared, however recent studies show that it includes much more.”

Virgil lifted his head some, now interested in what his fellow aspect had to say. “Much like porn,” Logan shivered and made a face. “seeing the action of cutting yourself can also stimulate your brain into a pattern of thinking it is pleasing. The same thing can happen when one sees the color of blood. The brain recognizes and connects it with the endorphins being released and logs the color as pleasing to the eye.” Eye contact was restored between the two aspects as Logan finished his exchange of the conversation.

“Why are you telling me this?” Virgil shifted his position slightly in bathtub.

“Because I wanted to bring a logical outlook on the situation at hand. I’m not Patton nor am I Roman. I am unable to comfort or boost your confidence, but if you’re willing to listen, I may have a solution.”

Virgil looked around nervously. From the door, down to his feet, then back up to the Logical traits face. “Sure. I got nothing better to do.” He shrugged hiding his curiosity for what Logan had in mind.

The latter nodded, carefully arose from his seat, and disappeared out the door, making sure to close it behind him. It was not a minute later before he returned, carrying something small and blood red in his fist. Returning to his previous location on the tub, Logan held out the object to Virgil, which he delicately took.

“A feather? And its blood red too.” The darker aspect marveled at it, confirming Logan’s words.

“Yes. It is the color of human blood. Try using this feather in the place of the knife.” Virgil looked at the logical aspect like he was insane. Logan only blinked in response.

Cautiously, Anxiety grasped the feather in his left hand and stroked it over the same area the knife had targeted previously. The tingly feeling that followed could be compared to the same fiery sensation followed by the icy chills when cutting himself with the knife.

Virgil took a moment to process these sensations, before actively running the feather over his skin again. And again. And again.

It was addicting. A warmth spread throughout his body and centered itself in the middle of Anxiety’s abdomen.

The darker aspect found himself chuckling, forgetting that Logan was still there watching him. This was much better than the knife would ever be. And the upside would be he would never cause harm to himself by this method.

Logan smiled and nodded in satisfaction. As he stood up to leave he felt a hand grasp his arm.

“Would…would you like to try?” The logical trait raised an eyebrow, but sat back down as Virgil requested. He then took the feather from his hand stroked it across Virgil’s extended arm, starting from the wrist and making his way up the arm. As Logan arrived at his bicep, Virgil began to giggle. Each stroke that Logan made was getting tantalizingly closer to his armpit. Logan began to smirk, glad that his fellow aspect was laughing instead of screaming in pain.

Once Logan had reached his shoulder, Virgil had tried to clamp his arm shut, but was instead lifted upwards, exposing Virgil’s armpit. Logan moved his feather strokes to Virgil’s under arm, getting even more giggles from the darker aspect. All too soon, the feather wormed its way into Anxiety’s armpit, causing him to snort and chuckle up a storm.

“It appears you are ticklish Virgil.” Logan grinned slightly as he took the feather out of its playplace.

“You think!? You don’t need to state the obvious Mr. Exposition.” Virgil wise cracked, but suddenly regretted his words.

Logan glared at him. “Perhaps it’s best if you keep your mouth shut, unless you are laughing.” Like lightning, the feather dived into a new spot: his bellybutton. Virgil’s chuckles turned into laughter while he tried to push the Logical traits hands away, only to be unsuccessful as the feather continued to twirl mercilessly.

“Lohohohogan!! No stahahahahp!” Said Logical aspect was grinning from ear to ear. He then moved the feather to gently tickle Virgil’s bare ribs. Instantly, Virgil’s laughter increased by tenfold, unable to protect himself because his hands were held over his head.

“I do not want to Virge. This laughter you are emitting is proving to be more enjoyable than the pain you were going to inflict upon yourself. Perhaps, we use this time to release all the endorphins trapped inside of your anxious skull.” And with that, Logan disregarded the feather and began to wiggle one hand over Virgil’s exposed ribcage. If Virgil wasn’t in hysterics before, he was now.

“LOHOHOHOGAHAHAHAHNNNN!!”

“Yes Virgil. I believe that is my name.”

“Stahahahahahahahppp!!!!”

“By Merlin’s Beard, what on earth is happening…in…here…” The darker aspect’s laughter must have caught the attention of Roman, because the royal aspect was now peeking in at the situation at hand. His voice trailed off however and his mouth curved upwards as he saw how happy the two more serious aspects were.

Princey chuckled. “Haha! Oh this is precious!! Well…Patton made brownies if you care for them that is.”

Logan stilled his fingers giving Virgil a well deserved break. “Why would we not care for Patton’s brownies?”

Virgil gave a couple last chuckles. “Yeah. It gives this guy a reason to stop his assault.”

“You were the one who asked me to do it. Remember?”

“I didnt ask you to tickle me! That was all on you!”

“Yes. I suppose you’re right, but if we go out to get brownies I suggest you put your shirt back on.” Logan playfully chucked Virgil’s shirt into the darker aspect’s face giving Logic enough time to escape the bathroom. Once Virgil recovered, he put his shirt back on and ran after him, but not before pausing to look at the knife that laid neglected across the floor. He felt a burden had been lifted off of his shoulders. Though he knew the knife would win him over again, he was sure Logan would help him through each trial. After all, this whole situation could only be described as a growing process.

Hey everyone! I said I would get part two of the Jar of Doom out for Roman’s appreciation week and I did it!! If you have not read Part 1 of the jar of doom and would like to before reading this part you can use this link to read it first and catch up.

I had the idea of making The Jar of Doom almost like a series where I do all the different ships/pairings. If I did this, Part 3 would either be Analogical or Princiality which ever is requested more I guess.

I am extremely happy with how this fic turned out. Roman’s and Virgil’s exchange is just perfect. I hope you all agree too! Please enjoy:

The Jar of Doom Part 2: Blinded By Sweetness

(Ships) Prinxiety, implied Logicality

Warnings: Tickle fic, slight NSFW, Slight Language

Words ~ 2,112 ~

Princey could not wipe the smile off of his face as he tucked the jar under his arm and followed Virgil out to the kitchen. He wasn’t able to see the darker traits face, but he new for a fact that he portrayed the same amount of amusement as he did. The two were still able to hear Logan’s screams of laughter even all the way out in the living room, but what puzzled the two aspects the most was the fact that Thomas still hadn’t woken up. One would think Logan was being loud enough to wake up the entirety of Thomas’s neighborhood.

Roman set the jar of cookies on the kitchen counter, still feeling too exhausted to climb up the shelves and return it to its proper place. He drug his feet tiredly to one of the living room couches and plopped down. Looking to his left, Virgil was sitting on an adjacent couch curled up with a blanket looking at his phone, obviously scrolling through tumblr. Princey yawned loudly as his eyes began to droop. Unable to stay awake, he let his body drift into unconsciousness.

His nap was cut short though, when the sound of an opening jar awoke him. Without moving the rest of his body, he opened one eye. Virgil had opened the jar of cookies on the counter to grab one for himself. He was trying to be quiet to not awaken Sleeping Beauty, but sadly he had failed. Princey could feel the growing smirk on his face as he watched the darker trait cover the jar with the lid and walk back to the other couch. When Virgil was about to bite into it, that's when the fanciful trait acted.

With such grace and speed, Princey sprung up, snatched the cookie right out of Virgil’s hand, and took a bite out of it.

“What the-Hey! I was gonna eat that ya know!”

Princey smiled proudly as he chewed and swallowed. “I know. I just decided that your stomach wasn’t worthy of this particular sugary delight.” He took another bite, intentionally aggravating the previous owner.

“Ugh.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Fine then. I’ll just get a different one that is “worthy” of my stomach.” He stood up and walked past Roman, who quickly finished his cookie and snuck up behind the darker trait, getting ready to steal another.

Virgil wasn’t stupid. He knew what Prince was up to, so he casually took off the cookie jar lid and set it down on the counter, watching the fanciful trait’s every move from the corner of his eyes. Suddenly, Virgil swooped the jar off the counter using one arm and grabbed the largest cookie he could find.

“You want this?!” He ducked under Roman’s attempt at snatching the treat out of his hand. “Then have it!” As forcefully as he could, the darker trait literally ‘pied’ Roman’s face with the cookie, sending the Royal hump-back style to the floor. No literally. When Virgil slapped Princey’s face with the cookie, it lifted his feet off the ground a couple centimeters causing Roman to then unwillingly perform an unfinished back flip. His body flew back in an arch like pattern, landing on his shoulder blades knocking the wind out of the royal trait. The rest of his body followed him in a chain reaction, flopping to the floor like a fish.

“.....ow…..” Roman’s mouth moved slightly under the layer of cookie smothered on it.

Virgil clasped a hand over his mouth as he chortled at the pitiful sight before him. He was laughing so hard that it almost rivaled Logan’s coming from down the hall. “Bwahahahahahahaha!!! Oh my-pfffffahahahahah!!! Where’s the camera when you need it?!” He was only slightly worried when the fanciful trait wasn’t moving. He knelt down to Roman’s level.

“Hey Princey. That was the best stunt you’ve ever pulled. Too bad it....flopped.” He snorted again at his own joke. He couldn’t stop laughing, even when the fanciful trait gathered enough strength to lift his head at him.

Roman’s face was still covered with cookie as he laid his head back down again and pretended to die. “Virgil! What have you done to me!?” He clasped his hands over his heart dramatically. “Now I will never live to see another day!” Virgil rolled his eyes still silently chuckling at his fellow aspect, portraying a small smile that the latter could not see because he was blinded by cookie guts. “Death!!! Sorrow!! Blinded...by a cookie….blargg…” With the final phrase, Princey reached out with a hand in the air and flopped on the ground lazily, imitating a ‘grand' death.

Virgil just stared at him for a few moments. He was still breathing which told him the fanciful trait was only joking. Anxiety had apparently been very silent, because not a minute later, Roman raised his head and seemingly looked around.

“Virge? Are you there?” Roman was about to wipe the cookie off of his face, when he felt his wrists being grabbed and his hands restrained above his head.

“wait-Wha?! Who goes there? Virgil-pppppfffahahahahah no stahahahahap!!!” He was taken by surprise as he felt a finger in each armpit scratching at the sensitive skin there. Unable to move his arms he began to kick his legs out trying to stop the attacker. Lets just say he was missing by a long shot.

“Ohohopponent!! Ceeheeheehaese Thine AttAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!!!” He felt more fingers enter the fray all of which were tickling more rapidly.

“I thought you were dead Princey. Dead royalty doesn’t laugh. You must be a ghost of some sort then. I mean you are faceless.”

“THERE IHIHIHIHIHSSS COOOHOHOHOHKIE ON MY FAHAHAHAHAHCE!!!”

“Oh. Is that what that is? I couldn’t tell. Why don’t you wipe it off?” Virgil’s grin was growing by the minute. His fingers trailed out of his armpits and began to pluck his ribs rather harshly.

“You’re hooohohohohohlding my hahahahands you NincomPOHOHOHOHOHOOOP!!!!”

Virgil tsked. “Nincompoop? That’s hardly a harmful nickname. Nevertheless it kind of hurt. I thought you said you’d be nicer than that Princey.” He put on a playful frown that Roman still wasn’t able to see. Anxiety had moved his fingers to Princey’s stomach, but clicked his tongue in disappointment as it didn’t display much of a reaction.

“Hehehehehe! That niceness has to go both ways, you know.” Virgil could feel Princey beginning to regain his strength. In response, the darker trait managed to flip Princey over by jerking his right arm over his left so that his cookied face was now buried in the floor.

“Ooof!! Oi! What in the name of thor are you DOing!?” Virgil had just performed a stunt of his own. With all the strength he could muster, he sprung from all fours in a crouched position and managed to land on the backs of Roman’s thighs. Seeing as his hands were no longer restrained, Roman tried to push himself up only to find that he was unable to under the weight of his fellow aspect.

“No more midnight snacks for you either! You’re so heavy!”

“We’re the same weight dammit!” Virgil slapped Roman’s thigh as hard as he could as punishment. In response, Princey actually squealed.

“Ayeee! Hey! Watch it!” The royal trait threw his leg back attempting to kick Virgil in the face, but it instead allowed the latter to catch his next object of interest. Anxiety trapped Roman’s legs with his arms and began to work his boots off with one hand.

The fanciful trait’s eyes widened as he felt his footwear being stripped from his feet. “Virgil! No! Please don’t! I’m sorry! I’ll let you get a cookie just don’t...tickle...them…” Roman’s voice trailed off as he realized reasoning with his attacker was only breath wasted. He knew Virgil well enough to understand how head strong he was when it came to justice.

The anxious trait only silently smirked before he began to run his fingers lightly over his victim’s soles. Roman was automatically in hysterics rivalling that of the logical trait--who was still laughing down the hall--as he thrashed about and pounded on the ground, begging for Anxiety to stop. He was finally able to wipe the cookie off of his face only to find crumbs flying into his mouth as he began to cough and laugh at the same time.

“ANNNXIET*cough*YYYYHIHIHIHIHIHI!!” Virgil’s finger’s trailed down to his heels, using the same techniques on his soles.

“Yeah?” Virgil tried to sound as casual as possible, like this whole situation they were in wasn’t out of the normal.

“STAHAHAHAHAH*cough*AHAHAHAHAP!!!” Virgil smiled at the power he had over the fanciful trait.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself though. I mean tickling is one of the best punishments there is. It can even be more effective than waterboarding. I guess it just depends on their...Anxiety.” Virgil’s fingers switched from Princey’s heels to his toes like lightning, scraping the flesh underneath and in between his digits.

“Ihihih SWEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHRRRR!!!”

Virgil chuckled. “I don’t think you should swear. If dad comes in and hears you, you’ll be in even more of a pickle than now.” Roman was laughing too hard to respond. Anxiety wasn’t able to see, but he was pretty sure Roman was crying tears of joy by now. After a minute more, the darker trait stopped his assault and stood up off of the creative trait. Seeing as how Princey wouldn’t be able to a move for a few moments, he took this opportunity to re-cover the jar with the lid and climb to return it to its shelf.

As he set the jar up there, he heard Princey beginning to arise from his place on the floor. Not wanting to be the brunt of retaliation at all, he just sat on the surface that wasn’t meant to be sat on with the jar, high out of reach of any of the other sides. Just as expected, he heard Prince’s footsteps come thudding up to the pantry where the jar was kept.

Roman was so exhausted he was running clumsily. So much for the elegance he ‘claimed’ to have. He looked up to the figure sitting on the highest shelf and called out to him. “Rapunzel rapunzel! Let down your hair!” Even from this high up, Virgil could see the glimmer of revenge in his eyes.

“Not by the hair of my chiny-chin chin.”

“You don’t even have a beard!”

“Exactly. The answer is no.”

“Oh C’mon! You have to come down at some point! What if you get hungry?”

Virgil laughed. “I’m in the pantry Roman. That’s not going to be a problem.”

“Ummm-Ah! What if you need to use the restroom?”

“I can go literally all day without using the bathroom.”

Princey groaned. The fanciful trait was running out of ideas, but then an idea struck him. “What about your battery life?” He grinned evilly at the darker trait.

For a second, Virgil’s eyes widened as he checked his phone life, only to find it was at 73%. He shrugged down to Princey. “I gotta while.”

“UUUUUUGGH-”

“Hey there kiddos! What’s up?” Morality appeared next to Prince. The two had been so busy talking to each other, they hadn’t notice Logan’s laughter had gone extinct from the mind palace.

“Ah Patton.” Roman was still red and brown in the face, because of his former laughter and the remains of the chocolate chips still on his face. Patton did all he could to not giggle at how funny Roman’s face looked. “Are you done torturing poor Logan?”

“Nope! He fainted.” As Patton continued smiling, the look of surprise the other two aspects portrayed almost turned into worry for the logical trait.

“Oooohhh kaaay. Well, I stole cookies from Virgil, then he slapped me in the face with one. This lead to me being blind for a period of time, and then he used the blindness to my disadvantage by tickle torturing me. Now he ran up the same shelf Logan found you on this morning, before I could catch him and get my revenge. So I’m going to stand here until he comes down.”

“Is that so, huh?” Patton disappeared behind the pantry door and pulled a secret door to reveal a lever. As he jerked it clockwise, Virgil felt something under him begin to shift. It was too late to act however because the shelf rotated 60 degrees downward without warning, sliding the darker trait off of the shelf and straight into the arms of Roman, sending Virgil to his doom.

Princey caught the aspect with ease. “Why hello there.” He smiled maliciously.

Virgil’s state of mind at that moment was then summed up by two words.

First I want to apologize for the two month unexpected Hiatus! I want to let everyone know that the competition fell through and no one submitted a single thing. So in my frustration I left. I was hoping it would give me a break from writing because school was proving a lot of work. But that didn’t turn out to be the case. So I ran from it, unsure with how to deal with the blog until I could get my words out.

As of now I am still busy with school, but I’ll try to post at least something every once and awhile. I am back and I have like three different requests from you guys sitting unfinished in my google docs. I will get those finished, but it might take some time. Thank you for your patience.

As for those of you who asked questions and sent prompts, my apologies for not answering back. Because prompts are closed currently, you might consider resending you prompt when I’ve stated that prompts have reopened. They will most likely reopen after I finish Jar of Doom Part 3 which will be in about 3 fics from now.

Again thank you for your kindness and patience. I apologize for the inconvenience. I am back, but super busy. Please don’t be surprised if I don’t post something several days after I post this. I will get fics up though. I promise. Even if it takes me another month. Love you all so much!

This litterally happened tonight! This blog now has 50 followers! It snuck up on me! But thank you to everyone who has been following me and supporting my fics! Because all of you enjoy what I do, its the only reason why this milestone has happened! And I cannot thank each and everyone of you enough for helping me! Soooo...I have a couple things planned for this milestone. But I’m going to let all of YOU choose what I do! :3

Options for this milestone:

A) I would write about a 2000 word fic about me personally getting tickled. (So much embarrassment. XP)

B) Host a Sander’s Sides Tickle fic contest. (Where you guys would send in tickle fics after I give out guidelines and I would have 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winners! With rewards!) (Doesn’t have to be a follower to enter! Its For anyone!)

C) The Jar of Doom Raffle! (This could have one of two setups: it would be like the jelly bean game, or I’d post pictures of the Jar of Doom on my Blog and whoever got to them first would win!)

D) I could start writing tickle fics for a second fandom early! But it would be one between these three fandoms that I chose: Steven Universe, Villainous, Platonic Septiplier (Will only do friendships for this one.)

These are all the options! If I add a fifth option I’ll let you all know! Please comment down below the letter that corresponds to the choice you want and I’ll keep tally! I’ll leave this up for a couple of days so everyone can see it!

Hello Everyone! Finally I’ve written rules and regulations for the tickle fic contest that I will be hosting on my blog. Just so everyone knows this will be starting tomorrow on September 1st and will end on the 16th! This gives everyone about two weeks to get their fics in! Should be a good amount of time. I will extend if need be, but not until it comes down to the wire.

Without further ado, Lets get straight into the regulations:

SSTickleFic contest Guidelines:

1. Most ships allowed! The types of ships I won’t allow is when they are between three of the sides while one of them is left out. Also sidexthomas will not be allowed to enter either.

2. Must be kept SFW! If I catch a major innuendo, you could lose a few points. If it’s subtle then I won’t make a huge deal out of it. But still try to keep it sfw.

3. Length should be between 1,000-1,500 words! I’m making this pretty chill and laid back so if you go over or under a little I’ll be lenient but if the word count is excessive or too little I will take a couple points off.

4. MUST include tickling somehow. This is kind of a given, but its here just in case.

5. MUST be Sander’s Sides! Maybe I’ll do one in the future where I’ll except from multiple fandoms, but for now please keep it specific to this fandom only!

6. Please no OC’s! (Fandom general OC’s like Missy and Pranks may be allowed as long as they do not participate in the tickling portion of the fanfic.)

Point System.

The rubric will be split up so that there is 100 points total! Again I’m going to be laid back and somewhat lenient about this, because I don’t want people to get overwhelmed.

25-points for story. (This includes characters, setting, exposition, All that good stuff. Ending)

25-points for the tickling portion. (Does it fit well into the story, does it flow nicely? Does the tickling have an actual driven location to where its leading? Is there too much or too little tickling?)

25-points the ability to follow the regulations. (This is where points would be taken off if people strayed from the guidelines too much.)

10-points for making sense. (This includes grammar and spelling. I’ll be lenient on this part because I’m not too good at it in my fics either, but I will grade fairly.)

15-points for how much I personally enjoyed it. (I’m not going to add these up until after the deadline so that placement does not affect my brain until then.)

How to submit your fic!

In the submit a fic link on my tumblr account, you will drop it off! Please submit it anonymously and then assign a number for yourself between 1-1000 and that is what I will refer to you as. I want this to be as non-biased as possible! I’m not sure how the submit box works, so if you cannot submit it anonymously, then I’ll think of a different way. But until then, rely on this!

REWARDS!

People’s Choice Award: Based on how many reblogs the fic gets from the general public. (Reward will be a surprise)

Most Likes Award: Based on how many notes the fic gets from the general public. This only includes hearts. (Reward will be a suprise.)

Cef’s Choice Award: This will be to the fic who receives all 15 points on the how much I personally enjoyed it section. (Reward will also be a suprise.)

1st Place reward: 2000 word tickle fic of a fandom/pairing/universe of your choice, and you choose the prompt. If you give me a detailed enough description of you OC I will use it in the tickle fic. I can even write NSFW for this if you wish and only at your command, but I will make sure it is concealed. (Smaller random prize included.)

2nd Place reward: 2000 word tickle fic of a fandom or pairing of your choice. It sadly has to be from a fandom from here on tumblr and not just from any universe. May use OC, and can do slight NSFW. (smaller random prize included.)

3rd Place reward: 1,750 Sanders Sides drabble. You choose the prompt and I will write it. If you give me enough info on your sanders Sides OC I will use it if you wish. Will not do NSFW for 3rd place.

And I think thats it! Ask any questions if you have them. I think I’ve covered a lot of the points! Keep on the look out for edits in case things change. But for right now, take it easy guys, gals, and non-binary pals. PEACE OUT!