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Pls? 🙏😋

Ofc!! Thx for being my first ask lol!

For forsaksn this is the artstyle I chose-

I hope I did the Roblox artists justice 😔✨

Anyway, y'all y'know that one "Get a Snack at 4am" game? Okay, well the cashier gave MAJOR lee vibes 😭

Recent tickle arts I drew ok,,, ok,,,, bye,,,, ok,,,,,,, bye,,,

@shedletskyz hi go feast em robloxshed

A/N: A break from the killer series. Nice. I wanna make a trilogy. Might be taking reqs for these fics after I finish those... Headcanons I have on my inbox (I keep forgetting..) I love Roblox admins okay. Hyperfixiated on that crap. Anyways, does anybody like NaturalOdds... or LuckyLeaf? Or whatever you call it-

Plot: After yet another panic attack, StickmasterLuke can't help feeling low. And who would offer help, other than Luckymaxer himself?

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Just a little heads up before we start!

This fic contains: Intense tickles, panic attack, implied s/h. If that discomforts you, feel free to skip!

With that said, enjoy the fic!

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The sanctuary was... Unusually quiet.

StickmasterLuke was simply arranging some weeds and flowers after he left Builderman's office, removing the impurities from the ground to soothe himself after... that.

He wasn't wearing his white, antlered hooded cape for once, letting the roots that formed his hair flow freely in the wind. Normally, Luke was known for being mischievous, but he got the news that he dissapointed him. And his burst of panic earlier before coming in? It didn't help either.

He's been getting those a lot recently, so this shouldn't be much of a surprise to him. And yet, it was. He cleared his thoughts before preparing for natural cleansing.

He kneeled on the ground and placed his hands on the soil below him, and winced as he absorbed the natural power. He didn't remember it hurting this much, but it's the only way to stop himself from impulsively harming his own body.

He does know what his actions are, despite this. Dissapointing. Disgusting. Pathetic, even. And then... He felt dread.

Dread that hit Luke like a brick, each ounce faster and more hurtful, harmful than the last. He tried to take his hands off the soil, but he couldn't move—he was frozen.

His breathing became shallow, his vision blurry every intake of air like taking a whiff of poison. His chest couldn't pump enough, so it desperately tried to get more air, failing in the process.

This reaction? Over things like this—things he can't control? How disappointing for a Guardian like him. And would you know it, that was the last straw. He curled in on himself even more, unable to see the world, just pitch black.

The trees and leaves turned ever so slightly, as if even they could sense his distress. Wind began to pick up, becoming powerfully potent. He could feel it all.

This was it. He was going to die, and no one was going to help him.

And it hurt. All it did was hurt. He begged, begged for the thoughts to go away. His eyes closed, tears escaping from them. It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it HURTS-

"Luke!"

He snapped out of it faster than he thought. He didn't even realize someone entered the room at all—and that someone was Luckymaxer of all people.

Lucky kneeled down, grasping Luke's shoulders as he shook with residual panic. He gently carried him over to the conveniently placed fallen log, sitting them both down there.

"Come on, Lukie, breathe." He went down to his ribs and held them. "In. Out. In. Out." Lucky said in that gentle tone he only used for Luke. "Keep breathing, you're doing good."

Luke used that technique he was taught. He just kept on breathing until he calmed down.

"Come here, Lukie. You did so well." The lucky rabbit wrapped his arms around the guardian of nature, soothing him a bit. When the hug ceased, Luke looked back at him with a gentle smile.

"Thanks, Luck. I-... I owe you one."

That made Lucky blush so badly it hurt. "I, uh... you're welcome." Then silence, where Lucky spoke first. "Soo.. what's wrong? Rabbit got your tongue?"

"N-no, just... it's just the discussion I had." Luke started. "I'm scared that I might get suspended if I keep up the mischief."

A silence took over.

"And if I keep panicking, I... I'm scared I'll end up questioning my worth as a guardian. A person."

"Lukie..."

Luckymaxer's hand went over to Luke's, gently going above it as it petted it. The wooden, mannequin-like feeling was soothing to the admin of luck.

"You are worth it as a guardian and as a person... even if you don't see it. There's people who love you, just the way you are. And I'm one of them." Luke looked away, blushing.

Then Lucky smiled. "Oh, sweetheart..." he said, affectionately. Lovingly. Then he realized what he said, covering his flushed face.

"Uh.. I.. I mean..—wait that's a bad impressiohon, my bahd-"

After he said that, there was another silence that took over before Luke burst into giggles.

"Yohou idiohot! That's—thahat's so stupihid—" The guardian of nature laughed out, elbowing the other admin gently, covering his smile slightly. But it was true. Genuine.

He'd get smacked gently by the lucky rabbit, cackling while saying, "Oh, shut uhuhup!"

When the laughs were over, Lucky simply smiled, softly this time, and gently scooted over to him, a bit closer. "You know, I've gotta say," he began. "You're so cute like that!"

Luke looked over to him. "Huh? What do you mean?" And that's when Lucky gets an idea.

"I think I know a way in which I can cheer you up. Don't worry, it's all in good fun after all~"

Luke squinted at him. "I don't know. The way you're saying it, it sounds a bit suspiHIHII—"

Seems like Lucky went over to test the waters. He had poked the guardian's side, causing him to flinch and cover his mouth, therefore covering that smile.

"What are you doing?" Luke asked. Gosh, that laugh earlier. It was so cute Lucky couldn't even question it, let alone explain himself. So he just looked at him and said,

"Just trust me, alright?"

So he continued his ministrations, this time full on gentle scribbling in both his sides. That alone drove him up the wall. He'd hold his giggles in, alongside some that would occasionally slip out.

"Ah, come on man! There's no way the great Guardian of Nature is ticklish!" Luke instantly retorted with a "shuhut—" as he continued getting tickled, this time on his ribs.

"Let alone this ticklish!~" He punctuated his words with a flick towards his ribs.

"shahadAHAP!!— *hic*"

The dam broke, Lucky going a little rougher now. Luke was cackling with laughter, trying desperately to stifle his laughs, flinching occasionally, and squealing whenever his sides are squeezed.

"LUCKY, STAHAH*hic*—AHAHA-!!"

"But Lukieee!" Lucky grinned. "I'm barely even touching you!"

Then Lucky's fingers zeroed in on his stomach making him let out a short squeal, as well as flinch. They got closer and closer, until they reached the area where his belly button would be, hovering inches away from it.

"WAITWAITWAIT NOT THEHE—*hic*-"

"Not where? Here?~"

And Lucky went towards the belly button area. Luke's laughs became hysterical, his face beet red as he is cackling and moving his arm, in which Lucky snuck up one hand to tickle an armpit.

"LUHUCKY! *snrt* YOU BAHAHA-*hic* AHAHAHA-"

"Aww, that little sound! You're so cute!~"

"AHM NAHAHAT!-"

"Are so!~"

To emphasize his point, Lucky scribbled on his sides a bit faster, going up to the ribs, fingers descending from them as if they were a water park slide. Luke's legs kicked pitifully as the tickle attack continued.

The other arm went up to cover his mouth. Big mistake. Lucky's other arm went to Luke's other armpit, causing the guardian of nature to let out a huge squeal. The tickling became rougher, but not too rough. He didn't want to overwhelm the guy after all!

"BWAHAHAHAHA—*hic*—AHH-*HRK*—AHAHAH—ANYWHERE BUT THERE, PLEASE!!"

Lucky went a bit rougher. "Anywhere but here?~"

"PLEAHEHESE—*HIC* HAHAHAHA!!"

Lucky went between armpits, ribs, and sides, moving roughly as he continued to move. Tears fell out of Luke's face, his glasses were fogging up. He was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. This sensation... there's no doubt. It was enough to overwhelm Luke.

"OKAY OKAHAY! ENOHOUGH!!—"

That's when Lucky's hands went up, putting them next to his ears, a couple spaces away, like he is a criminal who has been caught by the police. (except he wasn't).

Luke panted helplessly, laying on the grass while small hiccups escaped. "Phew!" Lucky sighed. "You okay?"

He wanted to be careful to not have gone too far by accident. Despite being a wooden mannequin, Luke's body is rather sensitive to touch. Lucky laid down on the ground with him.

The ground was full of four leaf clovers and flowers, both admins looking at each other now, tired but happy.

"M...mhm. In fact..." Luke looked back at Lucky with an elated smile on his face, as both stared at the sky above them. Lucky smiled back, seeing Luke offer his hand for him to hold.

He grasped it, and Luke smiled even wider, glasses fogging up again as he let out a little giggle.

"I feel a little better now."

The guardian of nature gets up, sitting as he looks at the lying admin of luck. "Remember when I said I owed you?"

Lucky's ears perked up, Luke having gotten his attention. "Yeah what's up?"

"How about I help you get rid of all your worries?" Without warning, Luke's fingers suddenly grabbed Lucky's sides.

"waitwaitwAHAHAIT—"

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A/N: Merry Christmas guys! Enjoy this gift from me! I tried with the panic attack scene okay, please don't throw tomatoes at me😞😞

Please follow the rules! And chose your roles too. I am not great at making rules, but hopefully, you'll understand.

[Lee!Telamon, Ler!MrDoombringer]

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[This IS INDEED a TICKLE fic, so if that’s not your cup of tea you can hashtag [[SCROLL DOWN]]!!!]

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The Heights. It was a warm place, the fire-colored skybox providing a warm atmosphere. Various players were scattered about the arena, swords clashing with eachother as they fought to get to the top. And most importantly.. win.

Some were more skilled than most. Some fell off of the narrow columns that connected some of the brown pillars together. Others landed impressive trick shots on various players.

But there was one presence watching over everything. Telamon.. holder of the Illumina and creator of The Heights. Most importantly; he was an admin. Not a particularly nice one.. quite arrogant actually, given his godhood.

He saw himself as superior to almost (if not all) Robloxians. He wasn’t entirely wrong either.. that’s what fueled his ego. It was about as big as Roblox HQ itself.

Today was different. He was waiting for someone. MrDoombringer, admin of the forums. He was one of the more social admins, and wanted to meet Telamon at The Heights today.

Soon enough, he joined. MrDoombringer’s avatar spawned in, and immediately started heading towards the platform Telamon was positioned on.

He didn’t need to walk for long, because with a snap of Telamon’s fingers, he was teleported right beside him. Telamon looked at Doombringer with his usual gaze of arrogance.

“Hey Tela.. what’cha doin’ up here?”

“Watching the sword fights. Entertaining, isn’t it?” “Maybe… doesn’t it get boring? Just watching the same thing over and over again?”

“Never. When you’ve made a game as superior as this, it never gets boring.”

Doom hummed to himself softly as the conversation trailed off into nothingness. This type of game wasn’t particularly his taste, but he couldn’t deny that it was impressive in itself. He fiddled with the end of his hammer as he turns to Telamon once more.

“Why are you so serious sometimes?”

“What?”

“I mean it. Sure, you kinda smile sometimes.. but it’s never genuine. It’s more like.. arrogance instead of actual happiness.”

“I am a god. I have no need for happiness.”

“That’s kinda depressing, dont’cha think? I think you need to lighten up.”

“And I think you need to be quiet.”

Doombringer scoffed a little in mock surprise at the words. You could always count on Telamon to have absolutely no shame for his words.

“Well excuse me for having a little concern for one of my friends. Can you blame a guy for wanting someone to be happy?”

“Maybe.”

“How nice of you.. y’know, I have a specialty for making people happy. Specifically making them laugh.”

Telamon’s wings press behind him slightly as his expression contorts into that of confusion. What was Doom trying to get at here?

“I don’t laugh. Your attempts are futile.”

“I have my ways, Tela…”