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trashyswitch · 7 months

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Day 3: Cuddles

Roman wants cuddles and tickles from Patton. And naturally, Patton delivers.

Day 3! I bring back Sanders Sides again. I hope you enjoy!

It was early evening in the mind palace, and most of the sides were in their PJ’s, relaxing in their rooms. A couple sides were reading, and it was safe to assume that the other sides were watching TV. Only…there was one side who wasn’t relaxing at all. Yes, he was in his PJ’s. But relaxing? No way! Not yet! This man…was running all the way through the mind palace.

The man, who had donned his red prince charming PJ’s, was sprinting through the mind palace and moving through the hallways and rooms. It was clear that the man was on a mission. Thankfully, everyone was in their rooms meaning there was no one in his way…meaning the Prince had only inanimate objects to dodge and move past to get to his destination.

His destination? Patton’s mind palace bedroom.

Roman skidded to a halt in front of the bright blue bedroom door, and knocked on it like a true gentleman. “Patton? You in there?” Roman called.

“Come in!” The person yelled on the other side of the door.

There was his cue! In we go! Roman practically kicked down the door to Patton’s bedroom and tackle-hugged the man that laid on the big, comfortable bed. “TACKLE-HUG!” Roman shouted, hugging his padre as tightly as he could.

Patton laughed rather loudly and hugged Roman back. “Tackle-hug!” Patton repeated to validate Roman’s desires. He rubbed Roman’s back amidst the hug, before playing with Roman’s hair for a few seconds. “I’m guessing you want cuddles too?” Patton asked next, already knowing what his answer was going to be. “You betcha!” Roman replied proudly, snuggling his face somewhat roughly into Patton’s shoulder, like a toddler. “So many cuddles! Give me all the cuddles!” Roman clarified happily before shoving his face further into Patton’s shoulder, muffling his next words too much for anyone to understand him.

Patton smiled brightly and hugged Roman as close as he could. Roman occasionally gets into these cuddly moods, and often feels a need to show his fellow sides lots of family-like love. But he will only go to a certain side depending on how he feels that time around.

If Roman feels somewhat unsure or shameful, Roman will cuddle with Virgil. This is mostly because the emo often feels similar feelings of hesitation, which often makes them both appreciate the cuddle session even more. Plus, Virgil’s PJ’s were polyester, meaning even more comfy to touch. On top of that, Virgil always wore his wool sweater until bedtime. So Virgil’s choice of clothing always made cuddling with him feel like you’re cuddling a living blanket.

When Roman is feeling more curious or talkative, Roman will often cuddle with Logan. Logan is more of a talkative cuddle buddy, which can be both helpful and annoying depending on what mood you’re in at the time. If Roman is tired or patient enough to listen and add to Logan’s constant conversations, Roman will cuddle Logan. Then, endless conversations about heavier topics would ensue. This made cuddles with Logan more interesting.

When he’s feeling playful and silly, he’ll cuddle with Patton. Patton is the most playful of the sides, and he loves playing childish games and showing lots of affection to Roman, or anyone else while cuddling the side. This was a common occurrence for every side. Patton was often anyone’s go-to for cuddles and play time. Even Remus didn’t mind cuddling with Patton because Patton didn’t judge. Patton was always a playmate or a cuddle buddy when anyone needed it.

And today? Roman needed plenty of cuddles from Patton.

Roman snuggled into Patton and closed his eyes, showing full trust in him. He felt completely comfortable in the father figure’s arms. He felt no need to let go. Though he wasn’t in danger, Roman trusted Patton with his life by this point. They had practically grown up together in Thomas’s head. They were practically inseparable for several decades. And today’s cuddle session was no different. This cuddle session only further proved the boys’ unbreakable bond. If there was ever a visual example of trust that needed to be studied or represented, Roman and Patton were the perfect candidates. *Poke, poke…*

“Mmhmhmm…” *Tickle* *tickle* *skitter~ poke!*

“Mhmhmmm…Hehehe-Pahahat!”

Well…trusting for the most part. Once in a while, Patton will test the friendship with tickles.

“Awww, what’s wrong, Ro?” Patton asked with a bright, mischievous smile. “A little ticklish~?” He teased, poking two fingers into the prince’s side.

Roman squeezed his eyes shut and grew a wobbly little smile. “Nohoho…Ihi’m nohot.” Roman blatantly lied.

Patton raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?” he asked with pretend shock, poking Ro’s slightly plump belly.

“Yehes! Ihi’m suhuhure. Nohowstahahap-” Roman shoved his face into Patton’s shoulder a little bit more, muffling his giggles in the process.

Patton giggled softly at his predictable reaction before poking near his belly button. “Stop what? I’m not doing anything except cuddling my gay little prince~!” Patton teased, using the word ‘gay’ as a double-meaning while tickling him enough to keep Roman giggling, but softly enough to not have him losing his mind yet.

Slow and steady…that’s the kind of game Patton enjoys playing.

“Yohohou’re tihihickling mehe!” Roman told him. Patton gasped softly. “Me?! Tickling the strongest prince to ever live?! How can this be?!” Patton asked dramatically.

“Yohohou suhuhuck ahat lyhyhying!” Roman argued.

“Lying?! Me?! Why would I ever lie? I am not Janus. I swear!” Patton took off his own glasses and put them on Roman’s nose and ears. “See? I have prescription glasses. Janus doesn’t have prescription glasses when he dresses as me.” Patton explained.

Roman widened his eyes and took off the glasses really quickly, already getting hazy and overwhelmed by Patton’s terrible eyesight. “W-Well…” Roman turned around and put Patton’s glasses back on. “I know you’re not Janus. Janus wouldn’t be so quick to tickle me.” Roman admitted.

Patton giggled and pushed the glasses up to the top of his nose. “True. Janus is not as touchy-feely.” He added. “He’d probably run away the moment you hugged him.” Patton mentioned with a laugh.

Roman laughed as well and snuggled his face into Patton. “Can…Can you…” Roman quickly stopped his words out of pure embarrassment. “Uh…”

Patton smiled brightly and started scampering his fingers all over his belly and ribs. “Of course I can!” he replied.

Roman snuggled his face into Patton’s chest and giggled helplessly in his arms. Patton knows it doesn’t take much to turn Roman into a blushy mess. All it takes is a few tickles and a tease or two, to turn Roman from a healthy peach color to a bright red color.

“Small question:” Patton stopped his fingers for a moment. “How many scritchies does it take to make a Roman Emperor laugh?” Patton asked.

Roman covered his face with his hands to further hide his sheepish face. Though, doing this only made Patton laugh at him more. “Let’s see…” Patton moved Roman onto his lap and moved his evil little fingers over to the Prince’s hips. He wrapped both index fingers and thumbs around either hip, and squeezed into the hollows lightly. “One…” Patton counted.

“hehehaHAHAHAHA!” Roman threw his head back and cackled hardily with pure excitement.

“Oh my gosh- It only took one?!” Patton reacted, legitimately shocked this time.

“YEHEHES! IHIHIHI’M TOHOHOO TICKLIHIHISH!” Roman argued.

“Too ticklish for a simple-” Patton squeezed the hollows of Roman’s hips again.

“NAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!” Roman cackled loudly.

“Woooow…” Patton reacted, poking his right hip. “Righty-tighty~” Patton teased evilly, watching as Roman jerked his hip away. Patton moved his left hand up to Roman’s left hip. “Lefty loosey~.” Patton declared as he watched Roman jerk his left hip to the right side. “Look at this man committing de twitches!” Patton reacted as he moved his right fingers to the right hip. “Twitchy-” He squeezed his right hip.

“PAHAHAHAT!” Roman yelled, twitching his right hip away.

“-Twitchy-” Patton squeezed the left hip.

“COHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” Roman reacted, moving his left hip away from the fingers as best he could.

“-Twitchy-” Patton squeezed the right hip again.

“IHIHIHI- IHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” Roman yelled next, moving his right hip away again.

“Twitch!” Patton reacted, squeezing the left hip once again.

“OHOHO GOHOHOSH- HAHAHAHAHA!” Roman cackled.

Patton giggled and moved his fingers away. “Alright, alright. I’ll give you a break.” He decided.

Roman calmed down and let out long breaths so he could recover. He cuddled himself into Patton again, further showing that the tickle fight mid-cuddle session didn’t even slightly change their unquestionable friendship. Patton knew he was able to test Roman’s patience all he wanted to without worrying about breaking their friendship. And even if Patton were to go overboard, Roman will still likely come back for more cuddles.

*gasp* PPPBBBFFBBBBFFFFBBT!

“wAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ROHOHOHO!” Patton shouted, kicking his feet lightly.

Roman giggled. “Whaaat? You really thought I wouldn’t get my revenge after you tickled me?!” He asked before blowing another raspberry.

Patton cackled and laughed all over again, not even trying to stop him. “Yohohohou’re mehehehehehean!” Patton playfully complained.

“I’m mean?!” Roman reacted. “You shouldn’t have messed with the first Emperor of Rome.” Roman reminded him.

Patton giggled and nodded his head. “Wohohorth ihihihit.” He declared.

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #cute #sleepy cuddles #tackle hugs #jokes about the roman empire #ticklefic #switch!roman #switch!patton

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theoncelee · 1 year

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Hi! @galactickles so sorry this is super duper late (seriously please don’t hate me, or do, it’s May I wouldn’t blame you) but I was your Squealing Santa!! Thank you @hypahticklish for orchestrating it this year. I know people usually do just Christmas stuff for these, but I’m half Jewish and wanted to write about both holidays because I love them both so much. Hope that’s ok :)

Again I’m so sorry 😭😭 I’m a horrible person

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Logince (romantic)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic. Some capital text. Other than that nothing this is pure fluff.

Summary: High School AU where Roman and Logan are around 16/17 and dating. Roman is Christian and Logan is Jewish. The two decide to spend December showing each other what’s great about their respective holidays. Chaos and tickling ensues.

Merry Chanukkah

Roman and Logan had only been dating for only around six months when winter rolled around. The second the clock struck midnight on November 1st Roman was in full Christmas mode. Christmas was his all time favorite holiday, how could it not be? There were presents, and loud decorations, and cuddling by the fire, and hot cocoa, and the people he loved most. But his favorite person in the whole wide world, his boyfriend Logan, was Jewish. So he didn’t even celebrate Christmas! He’d probably never even had a proper Christmas, and wasn’t that a sad thought to be having at midnight. So Roman resolved that this year he was gonna make Logan experience Christmas. All the good non-religious bits, anyways. Christmas had never really been about God for Roman anyways. He more enjoyed the family and community aspect of it all.

Unfortunately, both Logan and Roman were absolutely swamped with schoolwork and activities for the entirety of November. Roman was starring in the fall play, and Logan was working hard with his team to get their phenomenal rubber band car ready for the Physics Olympics. Between their busy schedules and Thanksgiving, the two barely even saw each other. Come December, however, a rejuvenated Roman set his plan into action: Operation Make-Logan-Experience-Christmas.

Step one: Decorate the house.

On December 3rd, Roman invited Logan over with no explanation. When Logan pulled into Roman’s driveway he was surprised to find the guy looking extremely frustrated as he furiously attempted to untangle a massive string of lights.

“Ro? What’s going on? Are you ok?” Logan inquired as he exited his car. Roman dropped the lights, a huge smile blooming on his face,

“Hey! You made it! I’m just trying-and failing-to untangle these lights…haha. I wanted to show you all the joys of Christmas since, yknow, you’re Jewish and all. So I figured we could decorate my house together and then drink cocoa?” Logan huffed out a small laugh. His boyfriend was adorable.

“Sure”, he replied with a grin, “Hand me the lights”. He then proceeded to untangle them in one smooth motion, smirking when Roman’s jaw hit the floor.

As the hours wore on, the work was getting agonizingly slow. Especially for Logan who didn’t understand the point of putting lights on the house to begin with. It wasn’t practical; why were they doing it? So, when Roman stretched up to wrap a string of lights around a tree branch, Logan quickly wiggled two fingers in each of Roman’s underarms, eliciting a small shriek. Roman immediately whipped around, light pink dusting his cheeks.

“Dohon’t”, he giggled, voice wavering slightly. See, Logan didn’t get mischievous often, he found it childish. But, well, he was really bored. And maybe Roman was cute when he was tickled or whatever, shut up. Roman tentatively reached up again, and again he he found tickling fingers in his underarms, forcing him to slam his arms down with a squeal. The cycle continued a couple more times before Roman finally whipped around and tackled Logan, squeezing his sides with vigor.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ROHOHOHOMAN PLEEHEEHEEASE IHIM SOHORRY STAAHAHAHAAP”, he squealed.

“All right, all right,” Roman relented, “but only because we need to finish these decorations”. And as much as Logan hated to admit it, the decorations did end up pretty great in the end. They were loud and obnoxious and garish and PERFECT. This whole Christmas thing was actually pretty fun, and Logan thought the concept of Roman showing him his favorite parts of the holiday was pretty cute. And that’s what sparked Logan’s newest idea: Operation-Make-Roman-Experience-Chanukkah.

Which is how Roman found himself at Logan’s house on December 18, the first night of Chanukkah. Roman honestly didn’t know much about the holiday, so he was pretty excited. Logan’s family, of course, were delighted to have Roman over. Logan’s grandparents, although not fully understanding that the two boys were dating, were supportive and excited regardless. Roman watched as Logan’s dad lit the shammash with a fire stick and Logan got to light the first candle. Not being religious or motivated enough to actually dig out the yamaka’s, all the male family members simply placed a hand on their heads as Logan’s grandfather recited a prayer. Roman didn’t understand a word of the Hebrew, but he enthusiastically exclaimed “Amen!” with everyone else at the end. The family then sat down for dinner, where Roman proclaimed latkes to be his new favorite food and then proceeded to eat half the platter. After an incredible dinner, they sat on the floor for a rousing game of dreidel. Barely 10 minutes in Roman was losing quite spectacularly. Logan’s grandfather was winning again; no one could quite figure out how he always won a game entirely based on luck. Logan himself had quite a sizeable stack of chocolate gelt in front of him. And maybe Roman was feeling a bit mischievous, sue him. So he sneakily-not-so sneakily stole Logan’s stack of the biggest coins and slid it over to his meager pile. Logan merely gave Roman a side-eye and stole the coins back, but the glint in him eye told him Roman was SO getting it later.

And get it he did, because as soon as Roman and Logan were able to sneak away to Logan’s room, out of earshot from the adults downstairs, Logan wasted no time in pinning Roman to the bed.

“Eheheheh what?” Roman questioned.

“You stole from me. Now it’s time to pay” Logan replied dramatically whilst wiggling his fingers in the air. Romans eyes widened comically at the sight,

“You wouldn’t”.

“Oh I would”. With that Roman burst into laughter, which was only strange for one reason: Logan hadn’t actually started tickling him yet, which sent the shorter man into a flurry of giggles himself,

“ihi hahaven’t eheven tohouched you yehet”.

“Shut up” came the embarrassed reply.

“I’m gonna count to 10”, Logan proclaimed, much to Roman’s horror.

“1”

“nonono wait please don’t”

“2”

“Logan wait please I gave it back”

“3”

“It was a joke! I didn’t mean it! Please I’m sorry!”

“10.”

And with that, Roman couldn’t say much else as he had quickly descended into hysterics as Logan dug mercilessly into Roman’s ribs. He couldn’t even complain that Logan had skipped 4 5 6 7 8 and 9. That didn’t stop Logan from talking, however.

“Aww does that tickle? Is my Prince just sooo ticklish he can’t even handle just a few tickles on his wittle ribs?”

“I bet you’re sorry now. Was my gelt really worth this?”

“Can you stop laughing? I’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”

Roman meanwhile was dying as fingers were now spidering all over his tummy, leaving the poor boy in stitches.

“This will not end until you apologize for the stolen goods”

“Nehehever”

“Fine. I guess I’ll have to use drastic measures”. Logan’s hands began steadily creeping back up, awakening Roman’s ribs from their much deserved nap. They didn’t stop there however, a terrifying fact that Roman was coming to realize.

“No no no nohot there nohot there pleaheahease” he babbled helplessly, “I cahan’t tahake ihihit”

“Aww, but I thought you liked this Ro. Any last words?”

“Fuck you!” And those truly were his last words for awhile as Logan wormed his hands into Roman’s underarms and vibrated his fingers like ticklish shockwaves pulsing into Roman’s core. Roman was in the clouds. He couldn’t feel his surroundings and his eyes were squeezed shut. He could barely hear his own hysterical laughter over the deafening buzz of fire in his nerves. He couldn’t comprehend anything besides how much it tickled. The sensation blurred reality until he found himself wishing it would last forever while simultaneously needing it to stop that second. It was like oxygen that suffocated. He couldn’t stand it, but he needed it, more than he ever thought he’d need anything. But the feeling was quickly approaching “suffocating”. Fortunately, it suddenly stopped. Reality rushed back through him. Dull tingles racing through his body, soft sheets under him, warm and grounding Logan on top of him. Hands were on his face, in his hair, making sure he was okay.

“Thanks..Logi. That was- fuck”

“Anytime Ro” Logan smiled softly before slipping back into his “mad” voice,

“That’ll teach you not to steal from the great professor!”

“Oh yeah?” Roman questioned as he picked himself off the bed and switched their positions with admittedly little resistance from his boyfriend.

“I think you’ve got a lesson of your own to learn teach.” He said before lowering his voice to a low whisper,

“No-one messes with the prince and makes it out unscathed” And then Logan was in hysterics as the tables turned, fingers on his neck, his ears, his sides all tickling with too much vigor for someone who’d just been tickled to hysterics themselves. The sensations were simultaneously too much and too little, altogether overstimulating while his body kept craving more, more, more as he leaned into the touch instead of away, a fact which Roman was all too eager to point out.

“Aww enjoying yourself there Logi-bear? Is the great professor enjoying his wittle tickles?”

“NO! I HAHAHATE YOUHOUHOO”

“Do you now? I’m not hearing a stop~” At that Logan fell silent because truthfully he was enjoying the affection from his boyfriend. That’s what the holidays were about, after all. Not candles, or decorations, or silly games with spinning tops and chocolate. They were about creating silly memories with the people you love the most. And as he was laughing himself horse, Logan hoped Roman would be there to make these memories with him for many more Christmases and Chanukkahs to come. Because Roman brought happiness and laughter into Logan’s life. And Logan didn’t want to stop laughing for a long time. And so he wouldn’t. ;)

I hope this is okay writing wise. I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m doing my best.

Again I am so so so so fucking sorry uhhh happy Easter? Memorial Day I guess?? I’m so mad at myself for this I procrastinated way too long I don’t even have a good excuse anymore.

#tickle fic #my fics #December in May I guess #lee!logan #lee!roman #ler!logan #ler!roman #switch!logan #switch!roman #sandersides tickle #logince #logince tickle

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stewyhosseini-bf · 1 year

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Also the fucking irony. Of Kendall getting mad at Tom for that unhinged line but then calling shiv a piece of dirt like 20 minutes later is not lost on me but also that really is the quintessential sibling experience, it has to be said

#have to think of ‘whose being nasty to Frank only I’m allowed to be nasty to frank’#also maybe that’s just me but for some reason when Roman and shiv fight awfully ppl are just like oh sibling fights LOL but whenever shiv #and Ken do people act like it’s wayyyy more serious. like guys they’ve done the worst things imaginable to each other and still forgave the #other person like #idk. that maybe hopefully is not the quintessential sibling experience but it is the quintessential Ken and shiv experience #succession #Kendall Roy #shiv Roy #they just do this. they’ll forget about it in 2 days (I say hoping and looking at Jesse Armstrong like you better not switch shit up this #time around ….)

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old-knightsvow · 1 year

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muppet cast for a succession adaptation....

#succession #txt #not very happy about shiv but there r so little female muppets. it was tough....but she does look like shiv doesnt she #alt for shiv could be annie sue. actually. but i feel like she would be more fitting as tabs bc of the hair #but yeah. this was way harder than i thought it would be #i wanted gonzo as roman at the beginning but i ended up with no one to play connor which made me sad. so i had to switch him w rizzo #which is not unfitting but hm...#if i kept roman gonzo id give fozzie to connor then tom rowlf and greg either beaker or walter #beaker is funnier though. but i couldnt sacrifice tom fozzie in the end #and well. gonzo connor with janice willa certainly is very Mr President and First Lady material

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shesalewa · 4 months

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SPOILERS 480 LOOKISM

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

I F-CKING KNEW IT.

GUN YOU LOYAL BICH.

WHY. Why. Please. Why...?

I FKN KNEW IT.!!!

I TOLD YALL. I FKN TOLD YALL. GOO IS THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN HUMANIZE GUN. LOOK. LOOK MY BABY LOOKS SO MFKN SAD.

GUN BABY. MY SWEET BOY. HE KNOWS WHATS GOING TO HAPPEN. HE KNOWS HE CAN'T BRING HIMSELF TO SEE WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN.

HE HATES IT OML. I HATE IT TOO.

GUN LOOKS SO HUMAN HERE. AND ONLY GOO COULD DO THAT. WHAT DID I TELL YOU BICHES. WHAT DID I FKN TELL YOU.

GOO NOOOOO

This is fkn sick. SICK. F-CKING SICK

FKN CLICHE, OF COURSE IT WAS BECAUSE IT WAS GOO. YOU TWO ARE PRACTICALLY MARRIED.

Don't die please

IT'S THAT FKN SIGNATURE

"I'm going to die"

SMILE AGAIN UGHHHHH

#lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism spoilers #lookism #lookism goo #gun park #gun angst #lookism gun #goo kim #gungoo #gungoo angst #HE'S DEAD. HE'S DONE FOR HE'S DUSTED. YOU CAN'T BRING HIM BACK GUYS. IT'S OVER. WHAT DID I TELL YOU. WHAT DID I FKN TELL YOU #I CAN'T GUN LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO SWITCH SIDES. HE WANTS TO. HE NEEDS TO. BUT HE CANT.#I STFG #GUNGOO IS THE MOST INFAMOUS DOOMED YAOI IN LOOKISM SO FAR AND NOT EVEN JAKE AND SAMUEL CAN TOP THAT #MY ROMAN EMPIRE.#MY BABIES.#NOOOOOOOOO 😭

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quackkaz · 4 months

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Roman : Am I a joke to you?

Janus : I mean… not a funny one.

#incorrect quote #sanders sides #sanders sides incorrect quotes #roman sanders #janus sanders #roceit #this actually works even if we switched roles HAHHA I just realized that

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fatuismooches · 6 months

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HAHXHDHSHS FRAGILE!READER GAME PLAY HUT WHEN SHE THROWS A PUFFTORRE IT EXPLODES INTO CONFETTI 😭😭 (it was dottore's idea, you were very upset at this!!!)

ALSO JXHDKFHDKEHKCDHI 💥💥💥💥💥 THE THE.. IDEA I GOT... WHAT IFFFF dottore n fragile!reader are 2 characters as 1 unit? Like Clara n Svarog in HSR... Dottore is main dps while ur doing healing on one skill, which is using the Pufftorres/Foxttores JDHDKHDKEE IDK I JUST THINK IT'S SOOO CUTE n one idle is just them being silly together.... Hfjdekgrke dottore holding reader's cheek and reader gigglinh before he huffs and turns cuz u gotta fight and all!!! If reader gets hit n hp goes below like what, 40%? 50%? Immediately switches to dottore n he gets buffs cuz no body hurts his beloved and gets away with it!!! 😡😡😡 reader having favoritism with characters... Fatui and dottore almost getting huge number healing while others get almost none (esp the archons 💀) :33

ALSO VISIONLESS CHARACTERS!!! I need that too... Dottore with a vision is SOOO off putting

Also my voice lines. I'm OBSESSED... maybe... in game interactions when in battle together??? 💥💥💥💥💥💥I can't.... Officially my Roman Empire 💔😭

IM GOING INSANEEEE RAHHHH THIS IS SO FLIPPING CUTE I CANT- Not the confetti!! The poor Puffttores didn't consent to this!! 😭 BUT BEWJDE IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY... imagine you have a Treasure Hoarder or someone cowering in fear because you're playing around with the Puffttores in your hands menacingly... and you throw it at them ready to end the guy but!! Instead both of you are freaked out by the confetti floating everywhere! Dottore gets a very passionate rant from you later that day >:((

But like. Let's not forget about how many other possibilities there are. FRAGILE READER TEASER. It is mostly scenes of them and Zandik during the Akademiya. Except, current fragile reader is there in the background, forlornly watching their former self and Zandik's memories. With every new scene, fragile reader walks behind them, their gaze growing sadder and sadder the whole time, but they do not say a word. Until, it gets to a point where their former self starts to fade away, and in a panic they run after themselves, only to be met with nothingness. They have to accept that they'll no longer ever go back to their old self. (Kind of like Raiden's teaser)

DEMO. I imagine it's kind of like Furina's in a way. Because fragile reader's demo is all in their head/a dream. It begins deceptively happy at first, bright sunlight, joyful music, and smiles. They are finally doing the things they wanted, traveling to other nations, doing things that any normal person would do. Showing Foxttore the world too. The segments are there as well, bickering as usual while fragile reader looks on happily, interrupting them and pulling them to see all the sights the world has to offer. There are no worries, nothing bad happening at all... which makes it all the more unsettling. And at the end- fragile reader wakes up with a start, in complete and utter darkness. For it was all a dream.

COLLECTED MISCELLANY. Dainsleif introducing you, but surprise surprise! Dottore takes over instead to describe his beloved!! EBWDIEWB him explaining all of the silly moves you do with Foxttore and Puffttores... 😭 all with a straight tone. You guys are so married couple 😭

AND YESSSS BRO IM LOVING THEM BEING A 2 IN 1.... do NOT separate them!! In reality... Dottore doesn't really need your support skills (he's incredibly strong after all) but!! He doesn't have the heart when you're so excited to finally be near him... :( AND OH MY GOSH A SHARED IDLE WITH BOTH OF THEM... also consider: Dottore playfully ignoring reader by looking at his notes and clipboard... and you get all pouty until you snatch it out of his hands and he chuckles... ugh so many possibilities...

Immediately getting swapped out when you get too hurt 🥺 i was thinking that happens when you're about to take a killing hit but!! That's more accurate because he'd never let it reach that point! OKAY BUT ALSO REAL. I always thought it'd be cool if certain characters got special buffs based on their in-game relationship with others (like members of the Qixing, or the Knights, Lyney and Lynette etc) We love fragile reader doting on their fellow Fatuis and shitting on the Archons!! They can stay on life support for all you care!!

AND THE BATTLE INTERACTIONS- okay hear me out. For the 2 in 1 character, you get two different ultimates depending on who your active character is. If it's fragile reader, it starts with Dottore ready to do the job for you, but you valiantly put your arm out in front of him, because you wanna protect him!! He watches on with amusement as you assault the screen with tons of Puffttores :3 (they're unlimited) If Dottore is the one on the field, before he brutally annihilates the enemies, you give him a little kiss for good luck and jump around in the background cheering him on totally ignoring how those guys are completely dead!! :3

Okay and your death voice line too - "Zandik... save me..." <3

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #playable reader <3 #not the roman empire 😭😭😭 BUT ITS MINE TOO #fragile reader is SO CANON!!#yk what would be kind of funny #if reader's stamina is lesser than the average character so u gotta switch to dottore whenever u want to run or climb longer distances 😭

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delimeful · 11 hours

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in sickness and in health (8)

warnings: captivity, arguing, remus talking about remus things, panic, gratuitous amount of puns, lmk if i missed any

“What’s going on?”

The impromptu staredown between all three humans was interrupted by Roman hurriedly leaning obnoxiously far over the counter, bodily blocking Patton’s view of the two borrowers.

“Patton!” he blurted, clearly aiming for a casual air and instead landing somewhere in the realm of ‘stewing in blatant panic and guilt’. “Hello there, what an unexpected and lovely surprise to see you here, in… the kitchen of your own home.”

Next to him, Virgil heard the small, distinct thwap of his fellow borrower’s palm meeting their face.

“…What’s going on?” Patton repeated, sounding far more awake this time.

“Extremely normal, non-fairy-related things,” Roman answered, visibly sweating.

“Extremely bloody Dionysian orgies,” Remus said at the same time, considerably louder.

Virgil could see just enough of Patton’s expression to watch the way it crinkled in a sort of morose confusion.

“In the kitchen?” he asked, voice pained, as though that was his main problem with the suggestion.

“If there aren’t any knives involved, can any orgy really be called Dionysian?” Remus replied in a faux-wise tone, lifting his arm to make a deeply inappropriate gesture in accompaniment with his words. This technically cleared the way back to the wall, but as it turned out, only for a moment.

Before either of them could get too hopeful about any chance of escape, Remus ended the gesture by quickly clapping his hands over the both of them in a makeshift dome shape.

Next to him, the other borrower only flinched a bit, but Virgil couldn’t help the outright squeak he made at the sudden limbs dropping down over them.

There was another pause from the humans above them, this one distinctly more harried.

“Um, guys?” Patton’s voice had gone from confused to concerned. “What was—?”

“Broken whoopee cushion,” Remus insisted. “Filled it with mayonnaise, you know how it goes.”

“He sneezed!” Roman added, his voice sliding up a few pitches. “Gesundheit, Remus! Totally nothing strange about that— Padre, wait!”

There were big steps drawing closer, now, and Remus’s hands cinched in a little tighter around the two of them. They were forced to huddle even closer together, and the other borrower’s bony elbow collided with his side in a way he wasn’t convinced was accidental.

He shot them a glare, which they returned with an expression that was equal parts indignant and frantic. After a second, they forced a barely-there whisper through grit teeth. “It’s your human. Will he hurt us?”

“How am I supposed to know?!” Virgil hissed back, just as quiet. “I didn’t ever get caught before you showed up!”

Not while the human was conscious enough to remember it, anyhow.

The other borrower’s eyes narrowed into slits, reminding Virgil that he probably shouldn’t be antagonizing the guy that already proved themself willing to try and murder him once. Before they could respond, though, the conversation over their heads continued.

“Guys,” Patton said, sounding stern. “What have we said about wrangling critters in my home?”

“That it was a firmly banned activity after the Great Frog Croak-tastrophe?” Roman guessed sheepishly. “And, y’know, that was certainly a fair and just ruling for that situation, however—!”

“Nuh-uh, I don’t wanna hear it,” Patton replied, unwavering. Virgil could practically envision the way his human was standing from his tone alone: hands on his hips, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Frog or not, I’m sure whatever you two caught will be much hoppier once they’re released safely outside, right Remus?”

“Eh, you might not feel the same after you see them, Pattycakes,” Remus warned. “I know I’m usually the harbinger of pests, wrangler of rats, champion of centipedes, but not even I know what to do about these guys.”

There was the shuffle of clothing, like Patton was shifting in place, and he sighed. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to figure it out together, huh?”

There was a moment of hesitation where Virgil assumed the twins were exchanging a wordless meaningful look, as they so often did, and then the distinct slide of glass across a countertop.

The moment the hands around them twitched, Virgil shifted into a crouched position, drawing his legs under him and preparing to bolt the moment there was space, even if it was probably totally futile. Next to him, he could feel the other borrower doing much the same.

Rather than lift off of them, however, the hands shifted to pinch even closer together, forming the shape of a spade, like a pair of nut shells that had been glued back together at the edges, leaving a hollow space inside. The two of them were forced to scramble upwards into the hold or get limbs stuck in between the sides of Remus’s palms as he scooped them up off the counter completely.

Virgil’s stomach dropped at the upwards movement, completely out of his control, and he reached out and latched onto the side of the other borrower’s shirt with a white-knuckled grip. They were still at least a little concussed, and Virgil wasn’t letting them get separated now, not when he’d already gotten himself into the most terrifying situation in his life saving them. Wherever they were going, they’d at least be stuck in it together.

To his surprise, the other borrower gripped him right back.

After only a few seconds, they were lowered and deposited onto a familiar smooth surface. Virgil grit his teeth at the feeling, resisting the urge to scream in frustration. He’d just gotten out of this stupid glass pitcher!

He didn’t get much time to seethe indignantly, however, because the moment Remus’s hands pulled away, there were much bigger problems to face.

Three of them, to be precise.

Heart in his throat, Virgil slowly lifted his head to look up at the face of his human, warped through the curve of the glass.

With a confused furrow to his brow, Patton moved to take a step closer, and then stopped short as the sight before him properly registered. His hand flew up to cover his mouth, his eyes widening with surprise. “Oh my!”

“I toad you so,” Remus interjected unhelpfully.

Roman cuffed his shoulder, and Remus immediately jabbed two fingers into Roman’s side in retaliation. It was only a firm warning look from Patton that kept them from devolving into another slap fight during the most terrifying moment of Virgil’s life.

Virgil shifted to stand, shuffling back until he didn’t have to crane his neck so painfully to make eye contact. Humans were so big, and it had never been more evident than it was now, staring up at giants.

Staring up at Patton. He was pretty sure he’d had a nightmare that had gone exactly like this. Well, minus the concussed would-be assassin. And the frog puns.

Patton, for his part, had developed a genuinely distressed twist to his features as he took in the sight of the two of them. After a moment of wavering, his gaze settled firmly on Virgil, sending a prickling sense of alarm up his spine.

“Hello again,” said Patton, smiling at him.

Virgil froze. The borrower behind him froze. Even the twins froze for a moment, before their heads both snapped around to stare at Patton with eerie synchronization.

“You know them?!” two voices asked, in two very different tones.

Virgil felt dread drop into his gut like a stone down a sewer grate. There was no way.

“I know one of them,” Patton answered, unperturbed by everyone’s shock. “That’s the little guy who helped take care of me while I was sick!”

He lifted a hand in demonstration and wiggled his fingers, the healing burns on them still visibly shiny.

The twins gaped. “He what?”

Behind him, in a far more bewildered tone, the other borrower echoed them: “You what?”

“You shut up,” Virgil muttered sourly without turning to look at them. His heart was practically shaking in his ribcage, knowing that the human had remembered all along, that Patton had returned home well-aware of the intruder in his walls.

The realization felt chilling, like a thimble of icy water had been dumped down his shirt. Patton hadn’t acted strange at all, hadn’t cast any speculative glances at the walls or scanned any shelves for undersized intruders. The twins and their ghost-hunting equipment clearly hadn’t known the truth, so why would Patton? Virgil hadn’t even suspected.

Who knew what would have happened after Roman and Remus left, and it was only the two of them, with Virgil blissfully unaware of the danger he was in?

Well. Caught like this, he supposed he was going to find out soon.

Patton’s smile faded, carefully watching the way Virgil’s chest was visibly shuddering with too-shallow breaths.

“You thought I froggot, huh?” he said, looking inexplicably sad. “I thought about it while I was in the hospital, and I kinda figured we’re really not supposed to know about you guys. That means it was pretty darn brave of you to try and help me anyways.”

Virgil swallowed, fear sticking in his throat. He didn’t know what to say. He certainly didn’t feel brave.

The other borrower stepped up to be at his side, ignoring Virgil’s reflexive attempt to shoulder them back behind him.

“I suppose the saying is true, then.” They paused, narrowing their eyes in a silent challenge. “No good deed goes unpunished.”

The encompassing flourish they made was a little wobbly, as though their balance was still off, but it got the point across: Patton had recovered from his illness, and they were stuck in a pitcher on his counter.

Virgil’s incredulity at the other borrower was enough to snap him out of the worst of his frozen terror, his head whipping to the side to stare at them.

They were insane. They had to be, using such sharp words and an even sharper tone with a human. This was just about the worst time to instigate an argument. The two of them were stuck in a pitcher on his counter!

Unsurprisingly, neither of the twins looked particularly happy with the accusatory turn the conversation had taken. Patton had been their friend for a long time. They had always jumped at the opportunity to defend him from harm in the past, and Virgil doubted that would change now.

For all their tomfoolery, the two of them could be downright vicious when they were angry. If they were willing to tear fellow humans a new one for messing with Patton, it was gruesome to imagine what they’d do to a pair of borrowers. They’d already been terrifying enough when they’d only been curious about him.

Before either of them could begin to speak, however, Patton nodded once, almost to himself, and pivoted to face his friends.

“Howsabout you two get started on cleaning up the living room so we can settle down and get some proper sleep?” he asked, the request firm enough that it was clearly more of an instruction than a suggestion.

Both twins started protesting immediately, looking extremely put out at the idea of abandoning Patton with their exciting new find. They were talking over each other, the words tangling and becoming an indecipherable mess by the time they reached Virgil, but he was fairly certain he heard phrases like “—but I’ll only lie awake haunted by fairy law and order,” and, “—you can’t keep me away from my new pyromaniac bestie!” in the mix.

“Mhmm, yup, we can discuss all of that later,” Patton replied stoutly, ushering the two of them towards the entrance to the kitchen with insistent sweeping gestures, like a shepherd with his herd. “There’ll be plenty of time to talk over breakfast in the morning, but it’s getting late, so hop to it!”

“We’re being banished with frog puns! This is an amphibian atrocity,” Roman bemoaned.

“Froggin’ unbelievable,” Remus agreed.

However, even with all their complaints, they seemed to understand that Patton wasn’t budging this time, and reluctantly allowed themselves to be shooed out of the kitchen like the world’s noisiest sheep.

At Virgil’s shoulder, the other borrower took the opportunity to lean in while the humans were across the room.

“You ‘didn’t ever get caught,’ hmm?” they asked, still far too smug considering the situation they were in.

A muscle in Virgil’s eye twitched. Despite everything, he wasted a moment considering the merits of trying to inflict another head injury on his fellow captive. They’d been a lot more tolerable with the beginnings of a concussion.

“Do you want to go back to trying to stab each other?” he snapped instead, stepping pointedly away even as he made the thinly-veiled threat. “Because it seems like you want to go back to trying to stab each other.”

“Oh, I’m so terrified,” they replied drolly, crossing their arms. “Won’t someone save me from the horrible Monoxide assassin and his entirely genuine threats?”

Virgil stared at them for a moment, disbelieving. “You know, I think I actually liked you better when you were trying to murder me in cold blood.”

“Don’t lose hope. Maybe I’ll try again later,” they retorted with a dangerous glint in their eye, and then they were both falling silent as Patton approached once more.

Out of the corner of his eye, Virgil caught the contemplative frown that flashed over the other borrower’s face, the only glimpse of their consternation at facing down a human. They may have had plans aplenty to deal with the twins, but Patton was clearly more of an unknown to them.

…Virgil knew Patton. He’d spent enough time watching the human to get attached, grown familiar enough with Patton’s life to cheer on his efforts and fret over his disappointments. He should be able to find the right words to get them out of this, convince his human the way the other borrower had effortlessly fooled Roman, but… he couldn’t.

It was impossible to think up a strategy for this situation. How could he possibly reconcile Patton, the guy who helped organize weekly PTA bake sales and volunteered to look after kittens he was allergic to and cried when he saw roadkill, with a human who knew, who would keep them trapped, who needed to be pleaded with for their release?

How was he supposed to bargain with a monster if he couldn’t even accept that the monster existed?

“I’m sorry if the twins frightened you,” Patton said, voice lowered to a softer volume. “They tend to be very exuberant, but they don’t mean any harm.”

The other borrower looked as though they were on the brink of scoffing at the very idea that they couldn’t handle Roman and Remus, a defensive slant to their shoulders.

“Why?” The word tumbled from Virgil’s mouth without his permission, his shoulders hunching under the undivided focus of Patton’s gaze.

“Why what?” he asked, tilting his head slightly like a confused dog.

“If you knew,” Virgil forced out, fingernails digging into his palms, “why didn’t you tell them? Or— or look for me?”

Understanding settled onto Patton’s expression, and he hummed thoughtfully, as though considering how to phrase his answer.

“If you wanted to be seen, you would have come out and said hi,” he finally said, simply. “You saved my life by calling for help. If you wanted to stay a secret, the least I could do is make sure to keep that secret safe.”

Virgil blinked up at him, trying to force the words into a configuration that made sense. Humans didn’t just let mysteries exist, especially not ones that were so easy to grab ahold of.

“I won’t lie and say I’m not awfully curious about you,” Patton continued, and his hand was reaching out for the handle of the pitcher and surely, this was the moment that it all came crashing down—, “but you can’t force a friendship. Especially not like this!”

Slowly, in gentle increments, the pitcher was shifted to lay on its side, the open end facing away from Patton. It was practically a straight shot to the closest wall entrance, their freedom waiting where the back of the counter met the kitchen wall.

They’d been prepared to make a break for it at the earliest opportunity before, but now, with escape dangled in front of them, both borrowers hesitated. Virgil exchanged a dumbfounded look with the other borrower, trying to stomp down the insane hope bubbling in the back of his mind.

“If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me!” Patton finished, making sure the glass was stable and settled before releasing it and stepping back. “Otherwise, my lips are sealed— and I’ll make sure Roman and Remus keep the secret, too.”

He made a zipping motion over his mouth, eyes crinkled with amusement at the edges, and then turned and walked out of the kitchen without a single glance back.

Virgil hadn’t uttered a single plea, and yet, the path back to the walls was right there. He looped the other borrower’s arm over his shoulder and led them, step by faltering step, across the counter, even scooping his bag up as he went. Nobody came rushing in, nobody stopped them from taking those last few steps into the safety of the walls.

He’d expected to face a monster, and instead he’d been offered kindness, unasked for and freely given.

They were both quiet as they shuffled further into the familiar cramped space, as though a single sound would shatter the illusion of this impossible release. The other borrower pulled away after a moment, their pain of their concussion likely more manageable in the dark. The silence stretched, relief and exhaustion weighing on them in equal measure.

Virgil yawned despite himself, absently wondering if they were going to continue that semi-murderous argument about cults and who wronged who, and if the other borrower would be willing to reschedule it to sometime after they’d slept.

Ahead of them, a third figure stepped out of the shadows, quickly looking them over as though checking that everyone was still intact. Oddly enough, they sort of smelled like gunpowder.

“Hm. That certainly didn’t go according to plan,” they said bluntly, the oversized pack on their back jingling slightly as they stepped forward. “Still, we all survived, so I suppose introductions are in order.”

#sanders sides fic #sanders sides g/t #ts virgil #ts janus #ts remus #ts roman #ts patton #isaih #in sickness and in health #my writing #writing #due to real life issues i'm switching update schedule to twice a month #hopefully

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jazzy-tzw · 1 month

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Nothing much to say, I’ve been saying it for years.

That man is the greatest of all time and he doesn’t need a title for that to be true, contrary to what some believe.

A hard ass worker, a humble man when the time is right cause y’all like to play with him all type of way sometimes… he knows his worth.

He’s proven time and time again that he deserves everything he has and coming his way and I’m so damn proud of him.

He represents more to me than just being a pretty face and being the best there is to offer.

YEARS of fighting and hoping to see him in this position and here we are 4 years later… over 1,300 days as champion, who would’ve thought man.

Watching and being able to experience him grow as an individual and even in this line of work has been so so special. Once in a lifetime thing we have right before our eyes.

Roman will never see this, but man do I love and appreciate you. I’m so so damn proud of you.

#could never make me hate him #man whenever he retires I’m gonna be a fucking mess y’all don’t understand #literally grew up with him basically and never switched up. crazy #this did NOT call for me to get sappy like this but it happens everytime okay #that’s my boy lmaoo #roman reigns

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trashyswitch · 6 months

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Day 19: Arms Up

Roman and Remus are playing a game of 'Arms Up'. Everytime Roman lowers his arms, Remus has to tickle him anywhere, mercilessly for 5 minutes. It doesn't take long for Roman to quickly realize how much of a brutal tickler his brother is...

God...when your own teases in your own fics start to effect you too...That's when you know you may have made a mistake...XD Regardless...I hope you enjoy!

Remus had placed down a tiny collection of tools to help him get the job done. He had an old fashioned timer, and plenty of energy to let out. “Okay. You ready?” Remus asked. Roman had looked at the tools for only 2 seconds…and was already a giggling, blushing mess. “Ohoho nohoho…Cohome on, why did you have to bring those into the game?!” Roman asked.

“Because it’s funny! And I need a way to win too.” Remus argued playfully back to him.

“Buhut you do! For heaven's sake, you have nails!” Roman reminded him. “...Well yeeaah…” Remus mumbled, blowing on his nails playfully. “But you know me. Tools are a good addition to a game like this!” Remus told him.

Roman bit his lip. “Ihi guess…” he muttered.

“Alright.” Remus slammed his hands onto either side of the carpet. “Your goal is to keep your arms up for as long as possible. If you drop your arms for any reason, then you get 5 minutes of additional tickles.” Remus told him. Roman tensed up, and covered his mouth. “Ohono…” He mumbled.

Remus smirked and wiggled his fingers at him. “Does that mean you’re ready?” Remus asked.

Roman let out a sigh to calm down, and lifted his hands up above his own hand. “Okay. Ready.” Roman replied.

Remus nodded and started the stopwatch. “Go!” Remus touched his fingers down on Roman’s armpits the moment the stopwatch began. Roman jumped and froze in place, his surprise evident on his face. “OH-” Roman gasped and squeaked helplessly as he felt both sets of fingers gliding down his armpits to his ribs. “eeEEEEHEHEHEEEEK!” Roman shouted.

“Kiiitchy kitchy koooo~” Remus teased, bringing his fingers uuuup and doooown his ribs. “Let the tiiiickles completely destroooy yoooouu.” Remus teased.

Roman clenched his fists and shook his head. “Sssstahahahap!” Roman reacted.

“Are you going to keep going for a while longer?” Remus lowered his fingers down the armpits to his middle ribs. “Or…Are you going to give up and lower those arms for me?” Remus asked with a big, evil smirk as he raised his fingers back up to his armpits. Roman’s arms finally fell down, crushing Remus’s hands under his armpits as Roman giggled helplessly on the ground. “Hehehehehehe- Dahahahang ihihihihit.” Roman yelled.

Remus gasped as he removed his hands and stopped the stopwatch. “Success!” he exclaimed, before cracking his knuckles. “34 seconds!” Remus declared. “Now for the most ticklish 5 minutes of your life~!” Remus declared next, before turning on the timer. “5 minutes starts NOW!” Remus shouted as he started skittering his fingers all over Roman’s belly and sides. Roman wheezed rolled onto his side, laughing and cackling loudly as he tried to cover up his ticklish spots. “WAHAHAHA! COHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” Roman shouted.

Remus smiled. “Coochy coochy coochy coo, Ro-Ro~!” Remus teased. “Which side tickles more? Left side?” Remus squeezed the left side.

Roman gasped and squealed, shaking his head as he snorted and giggled. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Roman pleaded.

“Oooor the right side?” Remus asked next, squeezing his right side.

Roman snorted and giggled, covering his mouth with his hands. “MMMM! MMMHMHMHMHMMM!” He screamed, all muffled.

Remus smiled and turned Roman onto his back before taking in a deep breath. “Raspberry incoming!” Remus yelled before blowing a raspberry.

Roman screeched. “WaitWAITWAAHAHAHAHA! NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Roman screamed, unable to stop Remus no matter what he tried. “PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE! HEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Roman cackled super loudly.

Remus giggled and looked at the timer, right as it went off.

[BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP!]

Remus turned off the timer and rubbed his hands together. “Now: Another round of ‘arms up’?” Remus asked him.

Roman was too busy giggling and holding his knees in fetal position, to answer Remus’s question. “Hehehe…Hohohohold ohohon…” Roman muttered.

“Still alive?” Remus asked. “I didn’t kill you, did I?” He asked.

“Nohoho. Yohou didn’t.” Roman replied.

“Aww fuck…I failed my one mission in life.” Remus muttered, annoyed.

Roman giggled a little more and rolled himself over onto his back. “Alright. Another round!” Roman declared, placing his hands above his head.

Remus chuckled and readied his hands. “Round 2?” Remus clarified.

Roman nodded. “Go for it.”

Remus clicked the start button on the stopwatch before touching his hands into his armpits again. “Tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle~!” Remus teased, fluttering his fingers in the hollows of his armpits.

“OhoHOHO NAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEEE!” Roman laughed, struggling to keep his arms up.

“You struggling yet, Romulus?” Remus teased.

Roman nodded his head while clenching his fists. “Yehehes! Whahahat doho yohohou thihihihink?!” He asked.

“I think you’re too ticklish to survive this game.” Remus admitted.

“FIHIHIGHT MEHEEEE!” Roman shouted back.

“Okay!” Remus removed his fingers for a moment, and started moving his index fingers closer and closer to the hollows of Roman’s armpits. Roman widened his eyes and looked back and forth at the fingers. He could see them visibly getting closer to his armpits, knowing he would have to make a choice to either risk getting destroyed with tickles and being unable to cover up his armpits, or lower his arms down and get another 5 minutes of tickles.

Roman held his breath and tensed up, awaiting the fingers in his armpits. Remus noticed his moment of bravery, and decided to have a little fun. He brought his fingers back and grabbed a tool from the tiny collection. Adjusting it, Remus brought the tool up to Roman’s belly button, and clicked the button.

BzzzZZZZZ!

“GAH!! HAHAhahahAHAHA!” Roman cackled, clenching his fists again and shaking his head left and right helplessly. “NOOOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAIRRR!” Roman shouted at him.

“All is fair in a game of ‘Arms up’!” Remus replied with a smirk.

Roman finally threw his arms down to cover up his armpits. Remus pulled his fingers out and stopped the stopwatch. “45 seconds! You beat your first record by 11 seconds!” Remus reacted.

Roman was hugging his arms, unable to contain his giggles as he kicked his feet like a ballerina.

Seeing Roman’s feet kicking like this, gave Remus an idea. He grabbed the hairbrush from his collection and brought his foot into a headlock. “5 minutes of tickles, starts NOW!” Remus started the timer and spun the hairbrush in his finger before ‘brushing’ his foot.

“Wait, WHAT?! eeEEEHEHEHEEEK!” Roman yelled, kicking Remus’s back with his other free foot.

“Goodness, I forgot how ticklish your feet are!” Remus reacted, continuing to brush the arch of his foot.

Roman pulled on his foot desperately as he struggled to overcome the tickles. It was usually really, really difficult to get out of Remus’s grip when he’s overcome with motivation. And this time was no different. He held his head with his hands and shook his head wildly, unable to explain just how ticklish his foot was. Remus knew this very well, and happily exploited this fact often.

But as if it couldn’t get worse…Remus pulled out a blending pencil and started poking it right in between his toes. And OOOOOH MY GOD, did that ruin the man! Roman had gone completely silent after only a couple pokes! His toes were just way too ticklish to be touched, let alone tickled!

[BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP!]

Roman went completely limp the moment he heard the alarm go off. He could not be more thankful to hear such a sound. The most annoying sound in the world…was like beautiful piano music in his ears. He thanked the stars he hadn’t died at the hands of his brother on this blessed day.

“Another round of arms up?” Remus asked him.

Roman shook his head persistently. “Nohoho. Nohoway. No way…” Roman replied. “Not again.”

Remus tilted his head. “R-Really?” He asked. “Not even a little?” He clarified. Roman shook his head. “Nuh uh! You’re brutal as a tickler.” Roman replied.

Remus’s face began to soften slightly. It began to dawn on him that maaaaybe he was tickling him a little too harshly. He began to think of ways to make it up to his twin brother…Maybe…

Maybe some revenge is in order?

Remus switched out the electric toothbrush head and placed it down in the pile. He pushed the tools over to Roman with a big smile, before laying himself down close by and placing his arms above his own head. “Okay. Your turn!” Remus told him.

Roman blinked in surprise and was taken aback. Was…Was Remus…giving him the tools…to tickle him? Roman looked down at the tools, before looking back up at Remus. “R-Really?” Roman asked.

“Yeah! I wanna play too.” Remus admitted.

Roman narrowed his eyes at him, before crossing his arms. “How do I know you won’t attack me the moment I tickle you?” Roman asked, well aware of Remus’s usual methods of cheating.

Remus summoned a red ribbon around his wrists and placed them above his head. “There. No tickle-backs.” Remus replied.

Roman rolled his eyes. “I know you too well…you’re perfectly capable of tickling me, even if your hands are tied.” Roman reminded him. “Well…” Remus thought for a moment…before letting out an awkward chuckle. “Okay, maybe that’s true. But…give me a chance.” Remus told him. “This is your one time to get me back. Take it, or you may lose that chance.” Remus told him.

Roman hesitantly scooted himself up to Remus. He slowly picked up the feather duster that was hidden amidst the collection, and fluttered it on his belly with great uncertainty. Remus’s giggles filled the room for a little bit. This was his attempt to show Roman that he wasn’t playing him. He was going to let him tickle him.

Remus’s laughter was enough to convince Roman to keep going. He slowly grew a smile as he fluttered the feather duster on his belly and sides more, before moving up to his armpit. The moment Remus guffawed at the armpit tickles, Roman was fully confident. He picked up the stopwatch, and clicked the start button. Roman was going to take advantage, and completely wreck this man with every tickle tool he had at his disposal.

And he was going to enjoy every single second of it.

#arms up #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #tickle tools #tickle games #teasing #ticklefic #switch!roman #switch!remus

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rats-the-bat · 5 months

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Okay, so- I have this Sander Sides AU that I've had for a long while now. And I think it would be neat to share it with you. I might also make several posts about it. So let me introduce you to:

Sanders Switched is an AU in which the sides' "roles" are switched around. To elaborate, their function (Logan as logic, Patton as morality, ect.) remains the same. Thomas' perception of them is what changes. So where Logan is the voice of reason in canon, another side would take his place. Here's all the sides in Sanders Switched:

Janus: Janus takes the role of Patton as the kind authority figure. He's seen as Thomas' self-preservation and always puts his safety and well-being above all else. He's a sort of motherly figure to the other sides, constantly caring about their well-being and acting as if he's older than them. He's much sweeter than OG Janus, but he still has a sassy side, and lives for gossip.

Remus: Remus takes Roman's role as Thomas' source of inspiration. He is seen as Thomas' comedic side and encourages Thomas to have as much fun as possible. Rather than being a Duke, he presents as a jester. He has issues with his impulsivity, and his jokes tend to be morbid and often mean, but he's overall harmless and much more tame than OG Remus.

The Orange Side: Obviously, I can't say exactly what the Orange Side will be, since we haven't been introduced to him yet. But based off what we do know, I place him in Logan's role as the voice of reason. Assuming he represents wrath of some sort--which is impossible not to believe at this point--he would probably be seen as Thomas' motivation, pushing him to get his work done.

Roman: Most people would probably switch Roman and Remus and make Remus, "good creativity," and Roman, "bad creativity." BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M COMPLICATED AND UNIQUE. So Roman takes the place of Virgil as the original, "antagonist." He is seen as Thomas' pride that pushes delusions that keep Thomas from growing as a person. He arrogant and rude, and claims he is a King rather than a Prince. Because of this, none of the sides really like him at all, with the exception of Janus. But near the end of season one, we discover that Roman only really wanted Thomas to achieve his dreams, and that most of his cockiness hid his secret insecurities. And after Thomas and the other sides realize how important he is, Roman is officially accepted as part of the group.

Patton: Patton takes the role of Janus as the antagonist to all of Thomas' beliefs and the possible leader of the dark sides. He is seen as Thomas' overbearing moral code that constantly tries push harsh rules rooted in Catholic Christianity onto Thomas and the other sides. He is extremely passive aggressive and overly judgmental towards the sides he deems, "wrong." Almost everything he says is a critisism of something Thomas or the other sides do. Despite being so harsh however, he loves puns and making jokes just as much the OG Patton, and loves to torture Logan with his puns.

Logan: Logan takes Remus' place as the bad influence Thomas tries to ignore. He is seen as Thomas' inner critique who judges Thomas for everything he does. He insists that Thomas' lifestyle is, "childish," and that he should abandon it for a, "mature," way of living so that he can live, "a normal, healthy life." He is extremely judgmental and criticizes all the sides for the smallest of details, making everyone hate him, even Janus. Despite this, he generally harmless, and he can easily be ignored.

Virgil: Virgil takes the Orange Side's place as the mysterious secret side that the fandom makes a million theories about. I can't fully explain who he would be, since, again, we haven't been introduced to the Orange Side yet. But for now, he still represents Thomas' anxiety. And when he reveals himself, he will call Thomas and all the sides out on their BS.

That's all for now. It isn't fully developed, and things will surely change when the Orange Side finally does reveal himself. But there's still a lot of things I would like to share. So please let me know if you want know more!

#Sanders Switched #sanders sides #tss #thomas sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #orange sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #ts sides #tss au

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oh my god unethical priest marius you're a genius!!!!! do you think armand resists the idea that letting his priest fuck him is totally okay in the eyes of god or is he relieved to finally let go and give into his baser desires.... or both! do you think it makes him less guilty or more? god and imagine if marius were to weaponize armand's guilt in order to keep him even more trapped, like yes you are so bad for this and i'm the only one who can absolve you. i'm so invested LOL if you have any hcs of how it would play out i'm aaalll ears

Omg! thank you! To answer your question:

I think it’s both kinda. I think for Armand it would be so liberating to finally give in to these desires, and I think the shame is also kind of what gets him off (it’s the classic “oh no this is so wrong, but it feels so good!”). But I also think that there’s still a small part of him that genuinely feels it’s wrong to do these sexual things. Armand desperately wants to believe in something, I think, and to have that stability so he can have a space for himself to rebuild and to trust again. (don’t get me started, I have this whole fic idea of Daniel trying to provide Armand with a cozy little home and emotional support and stability so Armand has a space to heal, but that’s another story for another day) But I also feel like Armand is very nihilistic in some ways, so maybe he feels guilty but he also goes against the guilt on purpose, to feel that hurt and to feel that shame, I don’t know if you’re following me hahah

And omg, Marius weaponizing the genuine guilt is so wrong and so deliciously GOOD. (idc! it’s fiction! they’re not real people! let us have our dirty thoughts OK!)

When I first saw “unethical therapist Marius” on @monstersinthecosmos I was so immediately hooked. (I then sent this anon bc I needed to talk about it lmao, I was still not familiar with tumblr again after being away for a long time and I thought maybe people will think I’m weird but now I say fuck it bc Anne Rice never shunned away from people thinking her stories/characters were strange/too much.)

Marius is always so seemingly in control, and I love when he’s fooling himself that he’s doing the right thing when he KNOWS he’s not. That’s also why I like Pandora and him together, she kinda sees through his mask. Spoiler: I still remember that one part in Blood Communion after Marius kills Arjun where they’re all sitting around the table and Marius is furiously talking to Pandora and Lestat says: “I had never seen him so angry”, in other words; Lestat has never really seen Marius’ mask break like that, except now that he is upset with/about Pandora. Or when he’s helped out of the ice by Pandora and Santino in QOTD where he childishly snaps at her and says “I can walk unaided, thank you!” when Pandora reaches out to touch him, and she just gives him a shove and is like ‘“Fine girl, walk then lmao”

He wants to be this voice of reason, this stability etc, and he is, but he’s also human. So I love it when those kind of characters secretly give in to their bad side and try to justify it! I also love it when usually reserved people finally snap and can’t control themselves anymore when they finally get what they want, it’s my favorite thing. (There is this beautiful fic by @0junemeatcleaver0 where Marius kinda loses his composure at some points and he gives in to what he really wants and it’s so good. Highly recommend that fic in general.)

I LOVE headcanons, please tell me if you have some! These are some of mine regarding priest!marius:

- Marius has to actively restrain his thoughts from going wild when he sees Armand on his knees, or when the boy is reaching up to clean a shelf and his shirt rises and Marius can see the silky skin of his lower back. He’s practically drooling :)

- Armand secretly kind of knows the relationship between them is wrong, but he tries to test Marius by experimenting. (Sitting next to Marius and accidentally letting their knees touch etc that sort of thing, playing it dirty but also safe you know)

- Armand gets turned on when Marius is preaching in front of the crowd (idk how that shit works I’m not even religious, I never grew up religious lmao! how bad I am!) because Armand loves to see Marius in a position of power, and he loves how the people of the church look up to him.

- Armand has definitely thought about sucking Marius off under his robes when he’s speaking in front of a church full of people.

- At night, when Marius can’t think of nothing but Armand’s shapely legs and his lovely mouth, he turns to his Bible with the stubborn will of A Good Man and tries to ignore the insistent throbbing between his legs. And he can manage it, at least for a while.

- But then one night, he walks in on Armand praying on his knees and he walks up to tell the boy to go on home because it’s late and he should get some sleep, and the boy looks up from where he’s kneeling and says in a small voice, cheeks blushing; “I can’t, father. I’ll have sinful thoughts when I’m trying to sleep, I need to pray first.”

- And Marius offers he can help Armand with these thoughts, if Armand is willing to learn how to be a proper man of God.

- Nothing gets Marius more worked up than the idea of Armand calling him ‘ Father’ when they’re getting dirty together, it drives him feral

Alors… as Armand once told David Talbot; “Look, I’m deranged x”

* English is not my first language so apologies if there are some typos. Edit: I can’t believe I forgot the word “not” in the previous sentence for DAYS I have No Brains

#vc #vampire chronicles #armand #marius de romanus #marius x armand #priest!marius #the way I constantly switch between ‘kinda’ and ‘kind of’ lmao #unethical marius #is MY Roman Empire #I’m not familiar at all with priest or religion in general grew up a very non religious Western European #anyway #the vampire Armand

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