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Hey everyone! Just a couple days ago I finally hit 300 followers! :0 I’m shocked! So finally...FINALLY! I’m going to start on the Jar of Doom part 3! It’s been almost 12 months. No longer. The Jar of Doom will Part 3 will be written soon! Until then, take this tickle fic I’ve been working on for about a month now.

A Fabrication of the Truth

Ships: Logince (Platonic or Romantic)

Words ~ 1,297 ~

Warnings: Tickling

Mornings were the only times Roman seemed to have any peace and quiet in the mindscape. Even then, Logan would be out of his room a half an hour later after Roman took his first step into the Commons for the day. Normally when he passed by the logical aspect’s room he would hear the buzz of Logan’s razor, the shuffling of papers, or his angry mumbling to himself. Today, oddly enough, however, Roman didn’t hear any of that and the disappearance of the normality stopped Roman in his tracks.

Hey everyone!! My first fic in a week! This is based off the prompt:  “If you’re still doing requests could u pls do one where Patton corrects Logan, upsetting him, so Logan pins him down (or ties him down) and lists off scientific names for body parts while tickling him mercilessly?” -Anonymous.

I may have strayed from the prompt a little bit by adding a few of my own features. But I still hope you enjoy it! So without further ado, please enjoy:

Sensitive Studies:

(Ships): Logicality if you squint

Words ~ 1,999 ~

Thomas sat in his local library, studying for his midterm in Anatomy that he needed to take that friday. If one had been walking past him, they would have seen him diligently typing away on his laptop. But if they could read his mind, they would have seen an entirely different scenario.

“Do we have to do this right now?” Roman leaned both elbows on his wooden desk and questioned Logan who was currently standing at the front of the room, using a ruler to point at the chalkboard. All three aspects were sitting at wooden desks in a line, obviously bored out of their minds. Well, Virgil and Roman were bored out of their minds. Patton, however, was paying attention.

“Would you rather have Thomas fail this test and retake the class Roman?” Logan looked to the fanciful trait coldy. It seemed even the teacher himself was having a hard time with this study session.

Virgil groaned. “Ugh. Look Logan. It's four o'clock pm. Thomas is distracted. I am distracted. We’re all distracted. There’s people around and Thomas’s social anxiety is acting up.” The darker aspect motioned to himself. “Let’s just accept that this is all pointless and that we’re gonna flunk.” Virgil slammed his head on the desk just to emphasize the fact that he was tired.

“Aww c’mon Anxiety! He will do just fine! We can push through it!” Roman and Virgil only groaned at Patton’s encouragement, however no one caught the small, mischievous smile carefully spreading across the moral aspect’s face.

“Yes. Thank you Patton. Now as I was saying,” Logan pointed his meter stick back at the chalkboard, unaware of what Patton was really trying to accomplish. “Inside of the leg there are two major bones: the fibula which is the main supporting bone of the shin, and then a shorter, thinner bone located on the outside of the fibula which is known as the-”

“Tibia honest Logan, I think you got your terms mixed up.”

Logan slowly faced Morality with a confused expression. “Erm…wha-ohhhh.” As the rest of the sides in the room gave a snort, Logan groaned. “Patton...really? Now of all times you decide to ‘drop’ a pun?”

“What’s the matter Teach? The pun was only an added BONE-us to your lecture!”

Yes. Logans eye did twitch. He tried to think of a snarky comeback, but was unsuccessful.

“Calseeum coming fast enough, Logan?” Patton wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

“Patton!! Stop. You are not helping! And I am right about the tibia being the thinner bone!” He pointed back to the chalkboard, completely convinced he was right. Virgil leaned over to whisper something in Roman’s ear.

“...yerkes-dodson…” The fanciful trait had to cover his mouth for fear of the giggles that would escape. Luckily, neither Patton or Logan was paying attention to them.

“Really? Haha. Well, maybe you should check the notes just to be sure.” Patton gave the logical aspect a knowing smirk as the latter grumbled.

Thomas abruptly stopped typing, and checked the textbook in front of him. Eyes widening, he realized the information stored in his mind about the fibula and tibia had been reversed. With a sigh of relief and recollection, he corrected the mistake, in his mind and on his laptop.

“Hahahahah!!! Patton was right! Logan was wrong!” Roman shouted as he flipped his desk and laughed heartily.

“OOOOHHHHH!!!!” Virgil pulled up an MLG Airhorn app on his phone and fired it about 10 times. Quite frankly, Logan was not amused.

“Hey Patton! What are the chances of this happening?” Roman continued to tease the Logical aspect.

“Gee, I dunno Roman. Maybe...infinitesimal?” Patton giggled cutely.

“Ugh! Both of you! Out! You are not helping!” With a snap of his fingers, Logan sent the fanciful and anxious aspects back to the mind palace before they even had time to react. “You weren’t really necessary anyways.” He scoffed towards their previous locations, before turning to the moral aspect.

“Awww Logan. That wasn’t necessary.” Patton pouted and stood up from his desk. “Even if Roman isn’t necessary for this midterm, Virgil still is.”

“Perhaps, but I am not in the mood to deal with anyone’s silliness at the moment.”

“Does that mean we get a little study break, before we tickle our memory with some quiz questions?” Patton chuckled as Logan stopped in his tracks, but suddenly grew confused when the logical aspect continued to remain silent.

“Hmmm...that is not a bad idea Patton.” Logan finally turned back towards Patton, but instead of looking at him, he had his nose in a version of Thomas’s notes.

“The study break is not a bad idea?” Patton grinned.

“No.” Logan replied cooly. He walked past Morality, completely ignoring the perplexed look on his face.

“Uhhhh Logan? What are you thinking?” Patton was growing nervous. Without saying anything, Logan snapped his fingers and a plethora of things happened at once.

The door disappeared. The desks had been scrunched together. And four mechanical arms came out of the walls, grabbing Patton by the wrists and ankles.

“Wo-woah!!!” Patton cried in terror as the four arms lifted him off the ground and laid him face up on the scrunched up desks. “L-logan!! What’s happening?” Patton used struggle, but it was not very effective.

During this whole ordeal, Logic didn’t even look up once. He just continued walking around, occasionally turning a page of the notebook he was holding, mumbling to himself. It was only after a minute that Patton had asked his question Logan decided to lift his head and look him straight in the eyes. “Ah. I see you are confused. Well, this is my dream space and I do have control over what goes on in here.” He lowered his gaze back into the notes.

“B-but Logan, what are you going to do?” Patton felt a small breeze daintily dance into his armpits, causing him to shudder.

“Why I’m only doing what you suggested…” He turned around and faced the moral aspect with the straightest face he could muster. “...tickling our memory. You see...we have finished all of our regular studying, and all thats left is the matching portion of the midterm. And because you are oh so smart,” at this point, Logan did begin to smirk. “And decided it a good idea to give your input, why wouldn’t I take it?” He closed the notebook and set it aside, the breath of the moral aspect shortening with each action he took. The pieces had clicked into place a long time ago.

“But Logan! There are tons of other ways to study! W-why this one?” Patton began to sweat.

Logan scanned Patton’s body. “Well, I already gave the reason, but if you must need another, I understand you enjoy getting tickled by means of knismesis and gargalesis.” Logan’s smirk grew as Patton blushed and gulped, deciding to shut his mouth and not respond.

Logan snapped and two more mechanical arms appeared and stripped Patton of his footwear and socks. The logical trait pulled out a feather and immediately ran it across the top of Patton’s feet. “We begin with the pedal area, also known as the top of the feet.” Patton held his breath and with it the tiny giggles too.

“Then we travel to the tarsal,” the feather trailed to the instep of Patton’s foot. “Down to the calcaneus or also known as heel.” In a U-shape pattern the feather traced the edge of his feet clockwise back up to his toes. Patton clenched his eyes and mouth shut, attempting not to encourage his tormentor. His plan wasn’t working.

Logan let the feather rest right on the outside of his toes. “Do you remember what the scientific word for ‘toes’ are Patton?” Even in his teases the Logical aspect was professional.

“Carpals?” Patton squeaked as Logan’s smirk formed itself into a grin.

“Wrong answer.” The feather being discarded from Logan’s hand allowed his fingers to wiggle daintily underneath Patton’s toes, a mixture of scuttling and stroking. Patton’s giggles bursted out and escalated quickly.

“Nohohhohohohohhohh!!! Uhuhuhuuhuhuh DIGITALS!! Ehehehehe! Its Digitaahahhals!!” Patton thrashed and shouted the answer that came to his mind, trying to get away, but the mechanical arms stood their ground.

Logan stilled his hands and retrieved the feather. “Very good. I must say Patton. This was a brilliant idea.” Oh there was no mistaking it. Logan was definitely enjoying himself.

“Nohohohohoh more!!” Giggles continued pouring out of Patton’s mouth, even though Logan was not touching him.

“No more? But we have so many more terms to cover.” He motioned to the notebook. “But, it would be in your best interest to answer the rest of the questions I ask correctly. Which shouldn’t be a problem, for someone as smart as you. Now let’s continue.” Logan fired his shots and lowered the feather onto one of Patton’s ankles. “Here is the talus, and as it extends upwards it becomes the sural or calf.” It traced up his leg and stopped to examine it closely. “Now if my memory serves me correctly this is the tibia and this is the fibula. Am I correct?” He squeezed the different parts respectively.

“Yehehehehehs!!!!” Patton almost squealed and nodded his head frantically.

“Very good. Just checking.” He continued stroking the feather up Patton’s leg. “This should be your crural.” Once he got to the hem of the moral traits shorts, he set the feather back down and placed his hands gently on Patton’s thighs. “Tell me three scientific names of body parts covered by your shorts, begin.”

“Wehehehehll okay, theres AHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHH!!! Nohohohohhohoho FAHAHAHAHAHIR!!!” Logan began squeezing Patton’s thighs rapidly.

“I’m not hearing any names Patton. I’m not stopping until I do.”

“AHAHAHAHH!! Fihiihihihne!! Feheheehehmoral, Pehehehehrineal, AAHAHAHAH COXAHAHAHAHAHLL!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Like he promised, Logan ceased his attack and returned to the feather.

“Well done. Next is the abdominal region.” Patton panted and squeaked as he felt Logan lift up his shirt, the feather swirling up into his chest area. “Pectoral and sternal are quite similar.” Patton continued giggling at the tickling sensations. “Not much to say here, but I forgot something quite important.” Patton’s giggles rose with anticipation as the feather trailed back down to his tummy, right into his belly button.

Patton snorted and desperately tried to get away from the devilish feather, but was still unsuccessful. “What is this called Patton?” Yes Logan was still smirking.

“BELLY BUTTON!!!” Blushing, Patton’s laughter bubbled out.

“That is a correct term, but not the right terminology in our case. Perhaps this will prompt you.” Logan bent down to the Patton’s navel and blew a raspberry right on it. Patton squealed.

“AYEEEEEE!!! OHOHHOHKAYYYY!!! UMBILLICUHUHUHUHS!!”

“Ah. There we go. Was that so hard?” He stood back up and tossed the feather on the floor. “For the last few minutes of this study session, we will quickly cover the last few body parts in Thomas’s notes. Are you ready?”

“Nohohohohohohohoo!!!” Patton was blushing and shaking his head violently.

“Great! Name this.” Logan’s hands shot straight up into Patton’s armpits, peaking his laughter once again.

“AHAHHAHAHAHAH AAHAHAHXILLARY!!!”

“Good. And this?” Logan’s hands dived into Patton’s neck earning a couple soft squeals from the moral aspect.

“CERVIHIHHIHIHCALLL!!!”

“And finally...this?” Logan’s wiggling fingers were reduced to one soft stroking finger underneath Patton’s chin.

“Heeeheeheehee mental…” Patton closed his eyes and just smiled, enjoying Logan’s soft touch.

“And we are finished.” Logan stilled his fingers and snapped, returning the room to the state in which it once was. The mechanical arms released the moral trait and set him upright on the floor, in which he almost collapsed, but the logical aspect caught him.

“I would say today’s study session was very...effective.”

“Youhohohohh did ahahahll that on purpose.”

“Perhaps I did…” Logan was still smirking.

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.