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Lee!Bot and Ler!Goo please, these 2 are my favourite guys in all of I.I

I can write that, sure. They are quite the pair.

Thanks for the request!

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What about lee!Micheal and ler!Sean from love of the s*n if you watched it? Not forcing!

I am not familiar with the fandom. A list of fandoms I will write for can be found at the bottom of my pinned introduction post.

Best wishes!

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Hey can you do a Comic of Lee!Bot and Ler!Steve Cobs? Maybe like an interrogation Tickle thing?

Hello!

Apologies, but I only write fics. While this is an interesting prompt, the pairing is not one I am personally motivated to write.

Thanks for the ask!

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Oh yeah, and same person who said that Knife is a cutie here… Maybe this time, have Knife and Suitcase be lees? I’ll leave which ler up to you, since… Y’know, after the movie, sad finalists need tickles am I right?

Sure, that works. They very much do.

Thanks again!

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Hey, thanks for the Lee!Knife you delivered earlier, he is a cutie! I would like more, if you don’t mind! Thanks for the fantastic II tickle fics BTW!

Hey!

Glad you enjoyed it. He sure is.

I can write more lee Knife, sure.

Thank you very much, that is nice of you to say. Take care!

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hello no pressure but would you be willing to write lee fan & ler test tube at some point? again zero pressure and thank you for writing ii fics either way!!!!

Hello!

Sure, I can write for them.

No problem. I enjoy the series and am happy to produce content for it. Thank you for the ask!

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Knife Block

Summary - When Knife finds himself trapped, Suitcase tries to help free him.

Word Count - 1110

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Knife was on Inanimate Island, sitting out on the dock that overlooked the island’s lake. He had been there for a while, contemplating the events of the competition thus far.

As he watched the sun begin to set, Knife figured it was about time he headed elsewhere. He rose to his feet and began to turn around, ready to exit the dock, when he heard a loud creaking sound beneath him.

In an instant, the wooden planks gave way under Knife, and he found himself falling. He shut his eyes and braced in anticipation of plunging into the water below, but felt his body stop in space after only a moment.

Opening his eyes, Knife saw that he had indeed fallen into the newly-opened hole in the dock, but that he had only made it partially through before becoming stuck. He was now essentially hovering above the water, half of his torso suspended above the level of the dock, and the other half below it.

Knife grumbled. Planting his palms down firmly on the surrounding planks, he attempted to push himself up and out, but found that he was firmly wedged into the tight space.

Balling his fists, Knife took a swing at the wood, followed by another, and another. He kicked at the material from below. Despite his efforts, however, the planks remained intact.

“Rah!” Knife yelled out at no one in particular, feeling his anger start to build.

Just then, footsteps sounded from behind the object, stopping just a few paces away.

“Knife?”

Knife recognized the voice right away as that of Suitcase, one of his teammates.

The footsteps resumed as Suitcase made her way over to Knife’s front, turning to face him.

“Knife, are you okay?” She questioned, concern evident in her voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He responded gruffly. “This stupid dock just collapsed under me and now I seem to be stuck.”

Suitcase surveyed the scene before moving closer to Knife, tilting forward and gesturing her handle in his direction.

“Here, grab on.”

Knife obliged, using both of his hands to firmly grasp Suitcase’s handle. Suitcase then walked backwards, attempting to pull Knife out as he clung to her, but he wouldn’t budge. Knife then let go of her handle, with Suitcase falling onto her back.

“It’s no use.” Knife said as Suitcase stood back up. “Think you could go get someone else to come help? Maybe someone with arms.”

“I think the others are busy.” Suitcase shook her head clear. “Hold on, I have an idea.”

Suitcase walked around to the other side of Knife, who crossed his arms in a huff. Sitting behind him, Suitcase slid her feet under Knife’s arms. Knife appeared to wince at the sudden contact, with Suitcase drawing back immediately.

“Oh, sorry Knife! Did that hurt you?”

Knife was glad Suitcase couldn’t see the ever-so-slight blush now present on his face.

“What? No! Of course not.”

“Then, why did you react like that?”

“Not important! Just- help me out of here!”

Suitcase tentatively hooked her feet under Knife’s arms once more, unaware of the internal battle to stifle his reactions he was now facing. She attempted to lift Knife up, but he still wouldn’t move. She tried lifting him again, using more force, but still nothing.

After a few more attempts, Knife began lightly pushing at Suitcase’s legs in an effort to shoo her off. “It’s not working. Just- just stop that.”

Suitcase pulled away once more, standing up and returning to Knife’s front. As she approached him, however, Suitcase caught a glimpse of a smile that Knife quickly forced into a frown.

She smirked as the pieces clicked together in her mind. “Oh, I get it. You’re just a bit sensitive, aren’t you?”

Knife just grumbled and put his head in his hands.

Suitcase giggled, any hint of malice dissipating immediately.

“Well, if we can’t pull you up, why don’t we try pushing you all the way through instead?”

Knife uncovered his face. “I guess it’s worth a shot.”

Suitcase moved in close once more, this time gently placing a foot at the top of Knife’s torso, where his handle came into contact with his blade. She then started to push down against the surface.

Knife shut his eyes and bit down on his lip, a smile having returned to his face.

“Snrk-!”

Suitcase smiled fondly at the scene. She sat down, her other foot joining in the effort to push Knife through the gap.

Knife was no longer able to contain himself. Chuckles began sounding from him as he grabbed onto Suitcase’s legs, not making any attempt to move them away.

“Yohou’re dohoing thahat on puhurpose!”

“I'm reheally not.” Suitcase laughed in return. She pushed down slightly harder as Knife still wouldn’t budge.

“Nohoho!” He laughed, squirming around as much as his current predicament allowed.

Suitcase just giggled. She continued for about another minute before Knife spoke up.

“Ohokay, stohohop! Thihis ihisn’t wohorking!”

Suitcase halted her movements and pulled away from Knife, standing up. Knife regained his breath as she spoke.

“I have one more idea on how we can get you out of there.”

Knife shot her a look.

“It won’t tickle, I promise.”

His gaze softened. “Fine. What is it?”

Suitcase offered up her handle once more. “I’m going to pull you again, but while I do so, try wriggling yourself around.”

Knife gave an affirmative nod, grabbing onto her handle. Suitcase moved back, and Knife twisted himself around in every direction he could. After a moment, Knife felt himself be slightly lifted from the space. He and Suitcase shared a look before continuing the action.

Eventually, Knife was pulled completely from the gap, falling face-first onto the dock as he let go of Suitcase’s handle.

Pushing himself up onto his knees, Knife breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, Suit-” He paused. Nothing but an empty length of dock stood before him. “... Suitcase?”

Suddenly, he felt someone plant a raspberry from on the spot where his handle met his blade from behind.

“HAh-!” Knife lurched forward, covering the area with his hands. He quickly spun around to see a giggling Suitcase.

“Sohorry, I cohouldn’t help myself.”

“Oh yeah?” Knife said, standing up. “You have about 15 seconds before I give you something to really laugh about.”

Suitcase’s expression quickly switched to one of fear. She took a few steps back before turning and bolting in the other direction.

Knife looked down at the hole in the dock, then back up at the now-fleeing Suitcase. He chuckled to himself before chasing after her.

He could tell MePhone about the dock later. There were more important matters to attend to, first.

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hi!!! no pressure but would you be interested in writing maybe lee!mephone3gs at some point? sorry he’s not exactly on screen much and doesn’t exactly interact with a lot of characters so it’s totally okay if not

either way your fanfics are super cool!!! have a great day!!!

Hey!

I actually did have something in mind with him, but came to the same conclusion related to how much we’ve seen of the character.

It does seem likely, however, that we will be seeing more of him in the upcoming season. If this ends up being the case, take it as confirmation that lee MePhone3GS is on the way.

Thank you very much for the kind words. Take care!

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Idk if u already did one like this, but if ur comfortable with it, how about a fic of ler!knife and lee!trophy? :3 have a nice day!

I did receive a request for this pairing previously, and I do plan on writing for it, so no worries.

You have a nice day, as well!

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hi i just wanted to say your lee mephone fics are absolutely delightful have a great day

Hello!

That is very sweet. Thank you, kindly.

You have a great day, too!

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Would you be interested in doing a part 2 to the fic with MePhone and the Cheer Factor where MePhone gets revenge? It’s okay if not!!!

Sure thing, I can write a sequel.

Best wishes!

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Back-and-Forth

Summary - Candle helps Yin-Yang practice their newfound ability to give one another full control over their shared body.

Word Count - 850

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Yin-Yang was on the island of Paradise, sitting cross-legged in the grass alongside their teammate, Candle. Having successfully made it through the ‘Try Not to Laugh’ challenge earlier that day, their team was safe from elimination, allowing them some time away from the competition.

“Good job out there today, Yin-Yang.” Candle commented, turning to face them. “You did a wonderful job mindfully positioning your energy.”

“Oh, we can’t take all the credit! We would never have made it this far without your help.” Yin insisted.

Candle smiled. “You know, I actually had an idea for an exercise we could try based off of today. That is, if you’re willing to indulge me.”

“As long as it means that we keep winning, we are up for anything!” Yang proclaimed, raising the body’s arms.

Candle chuckled. “Alright then.”

Shimmying closer to Yin-Yang, Candle moved until she was sitting directly in front of them. They silently watched her, slightly confused.

Raising her right hand, Candle reached forward and lightly pinched the predominantly-white side of Yin-Yang. An audible squeak came from Yin.

“C-Candle? What are you…” Yin trailed off, watching as Candle brought her left hand over to the body’s other side and poised it over the white section. Candle then looked Yin-Yang directly in the eyes, her gaze being met, before gently fluttering the fingers of both hands against the light-coloured surface.

Yin broke out into giggles, drawing the body’s limbs in towards its centre.

“Ehehehehe! Cahahandle?!”

“You know what you need to do, Yin.” Candle stated calmly, continuing the fluttering motion.

A look of recognition flashed across the lighter half. Yin-Yang’s eyes closed.

-ching-

The body’s eyes opened, both now white in colour, indicating that Yang had taken full control. His giggles filled the air.

“Yohou cahannot dehefeat Yahang so eheasily!” Yang asserted, crossing the body’s arms.

“Oh? Is that so?” Candle smirked. Slowly, she crept her hands up the round figure, halting when she felt Yang flinch as contact was made with the body’s ribs. Shaping her hands into claws, Candle roughly scribbled over the area.

“WahaHAIT-! NOHO DOHOHON’T! AHAHAHA!” Yang laughed out as he fell backwards, arms waving wildly.

“You can make it stop at any time.” Candle reminded him, continuing to scribble.

Yang thrashed around on the ground for another moment before going still.

-ching-

Yin, now in control, immediately curled up into a ball. His giggles could be heard once more.

“Nohoho! I dohon’t wahant to behe bahahack!”

Candle chuckled. Spying Yin lightly kicking the body’s legs, she slowed her hands to a stop. Yin uncurled the body’s limbs, focusing on breathing during the reprieve.

Candle moved forward, situating herself on the body’s legs so that she was facing away from Yin. Reaching down, she began to scratch away at his soles.

“Eep-! CahAHANDLE! AHAHAHA!” Yin laughed, pulling his arms back close to the body. He lightly pulled at the legs, but Candle’s weight kept them in place.

After a moment of squirming around, Yin went still.

-ching-

Candle heard Yin’s voice disappear and continued to scratch away, but no other voice came to replace it.

Feeling a small rise of fear, she began to turn around.

“Yang?”

As Candle was turning, however, she was suddenly rammed in the side. She fell off of the body’s legs and onto the ground. Glancing up, she could see that Yang had indeed assumed control and subsequently knocked her off by body-chucking her.

“Oh Candle~!” Yang sang out as he stood, now making his way over to her.

Candle acted quickly, rising to her feet. Yang lunged at her once in reach, but she darted to the side, stuffing her hands under his arms from behind. She swiftly skittered her fingers against the surface.

The black-and-white body’s knees buckled before Yang fell backwards into Candle, cackling.

“AHAHAHA! OHOKAY! OHOKAY YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!”

Figuring she had tormented the pair enough, Candle slowly brought her fingers to a stop. She helped pull Yang back up.

-ching-

Slightly dizzy, Yin-Yang stood on the grass, now back to their regular state of dual-control.

“Thanks for putting up a resistance, Yang. I may have gotten a bit carried away.” Candle admitted, rubbing the back of her head.

“It’s alright, Candle! We trust you! Yang usually attacks anyone who even tries to tickle us.”

“They had it coming.” Yang remarked. “Besides, I could have easily endured it for much longer! My desire for revenge is just too strong to not retaliate.”

Yin gave a small smile. “Maybe don’t encourage her…”

Candle chuckled. “Well, you two did a good job of handing over control to one another. You’re taking a step in the right direction.”

“The direction of victory!” Yang cheered.

“We should probably go find the others.” Candle noted, looking around. “It would be wise to discuss our plan moving forward.”

Yin-Yang nodded, following behind Candle as she headed off to locate the rest of their team. While she could definitely be unconventional at times, Yin-Yang had full faith in Candle and her methods, trusting that she always had their best interests at heart.

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It's alright If you're requests aren't open & you don't have to do this, but if they are, can we get a fic of lee!trophy and ler!knife :3

Requests are always open. Sure, I can write for that pair.

Thanks for the ask!

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Anniversary

Hey all! Today is the 1-year anniversary of the proper launch of this blog, as well as its first fic. Let’s review.

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Total count: 25 fics for 4 different fandoms. To put that into perspective, each fic takes a day (or longer) to produce.

Next, to mark the occasion, a new profile picture has been added.

A trend was going around of people using this picrew to design what their blog would look like as a person, so I thought this would be a good time to share:

Speaking more to the future, the rate at which fics will assuredly be posted is currently set at once per month. There may be additional fics every now and then, but that is the official posting schedule.

Thank you to everyone who has interacted with the blog in any way over the past year. It has been a wonderful experience, and I hope you all feel the same. Here’s to a year!

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Device Repair

Summary - MePhone4 seeks out help from Cobs when his volume buttons cease to function properly. However, things don’t go exactly as anticipated.

Word Count - 1160

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It was an ordinary day at Meeple Headquarters. Or at least, it had been. Steve Cobs, founder and CEO of Meeple Incorporated, had been hard at work on the company’s next product. His progress was halted, however, when his latest MePhone alerted him to a technical issue he was experiencing.

MePhone4 now found himself sitting on one of the Meeple-branded beds in Meeple Care. Recently, his volume buttons had seemingly gotten stuck, with a great deal of pressure being required to fully press them in.

“And you’re sure you don’t know what caused this?” Cobs questioned, standing at the bedside.

“No clue.” MePhone4 replied, offering no help.

Cobs sighed. “Alright, let’s get this over with. I have important work to get back to.”

Leaning in close, Cobs carefully examined MePhone4’s volume buttons. He noticed something off about the small crevices that surrounded each one.

“It looks like there’s something wedged in there.” Cobs noted, moving in closer. “Wait, are those… crumbs?”

Memories of the entire jar of cookies he had downed yesterday filled MePhone4’s mind.

“Oh. Whoops.” He smiled sheepishly, raising his arms in a shrug.

Cobs pushed down the anger he felt rising inside of him, simply sighing.

“Luckily for you, I know how to fix this.” Making his way over to the other side of the room, Cobs grabbed a microfibre cloth before returning to the bed. “This shouldn’t take long.”

“What’s that?” MePhone4 asked, curious.

“It’s a special type of cloth that won’t scratch your material. I have to try and clear out the space around your buttons.” Cobs explained. “Now just hold still.”

Cobs pressed the cloth up against the right side of MePhone4, slowly wiping the area around his volume buttons.

As Cobs was working away, he felt a sort of vibration start up under his hand, soon realizing that it was MePhone4 shaking.

“Four, I told you to stay still.” Cobs drew back the cloth and turned to face him.

MePhone4 was visibly tensed up, his eyes squeezed shut and a wobbly smile displayed on his face.

“S-sorry.” He said.

Cobs was confused by the reaction, but decided to just ignore it, returning to his work with the cloth.

However, as Cobs began to clean the area once more, MePhone4’s shaking resumed.

Cobs promptly pulled away again, shooting MePhone4 a disapproving look.

This time, MePhone4 had brought his hands up to cover his mouth. Opening one eye, a small giggle escaped as he opened the other, moving his hands back down to respond.

“Ihi’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

Cobs raised an eyebrow.

“It tickles when you do that.”

“Well, we wouldn’t have to be doing this if you didn’t jam who-knows-what into your volume buttons. This is your fault, and sometimes we have to deal with the consequences of our actions.”

Cobs then went back at it with the cloth, feeling MePhone4 start to shake but continuing anyway. MePhone4 did his best not to move away as he endured the strange, tingly sensation high up on his right side.

After a little while, Cobs began to grow frustrated.

“Ugh, it’s not coming out.” He grumbled, pressing down firmer with the cloth.

MePhone4 could no longer contain himself. Giggles started freely spilling out as he shimmied towards the other side of the bed.

Cobs was quick to intercept this motion, using his free hand to reach around to MePhone4’s left side, pull him back over and keep him still.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Cobs tutted. “Stay here.”

“Buhut ihit tihihickles!” MePhone4 protested.

“Remind me again why that’s my problem? Oh wait, it isn’t.”

Cobs continued for about another minute before stopping. He let go of MePhone4 in a huff.

“This isn’t working.”

MePhone4 curled in on himself slightly, letting his giggles dissipate. Glancing up, he spied Cobs across the room, putting away the cloth and retrieving a large, soft-bristled brush.

“Wait, you’re not going to use that, are you?” MePhone4 questioned, his eyes trained on the object.

“Yes, yes I am. The cloth isn’t working. I need something that can more effectively get into that tight space.” Cobs explained, approaching the bedside.

MePhone4 felt a slight rise of panic.

“You know what? I don't think this is necessary. I can just live without the buttons.” MePhone4 moved to scramble off of the bed, but Cobs reached him first, pushing him back onto it.

“It’s a very safe, soft brush. You’ll be fine.” Cobs grasped MePhone4 from his left side, firmly holding him in place. He then began to briskly brush over his volume buttons, applying a good amount of force but not enough to possibly cause any harm.

“EheHEHeek! NohOHOho!” MePhone4 squealed out before erupting into laughter. He reached his arms up to grab at the brush, but Cobs swiftly seized his wrists, pulling them back down. “MihIHister CohOHObs!”

While Cobs was focused on his goal of removing the crumbs, he allowed himself a small smirk. MePhone4 had been driving him crazy with his avoidance of tasks, pursuit of irrelevant interests and constant pestering for snacks since the moment he was fully functional. Cobs had to admit, this mini act of revenge felt good.

Snickering, he took the opportunity to tease the poor MePhone. “Something the matter, Four~?”

“StaHAHahap ihIHit!” MePhone4 squirmed about, attempting to get away, but Cobs kept hold of his wrists, preventing him from leaving.

“Almost done.” Cobs ‘reassured’ him. “How about we take this as a lesson to watch where we put our -not necessary for survival- food, hmm?”

“NohOHoho! AhaHAHa!”

“No? Well then, this might take a little longer than expected.” Cobs stated, not letting up.

“OhOHOkay! OhOHokay fihIHine! I’ll beHE caHAHareful!” MePhone4 conceded through his laughter.

Cobs continued a few moments longer before slowing the brush to a stop, pulling it away and releasing MePhone4.

“All clear. See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Cobs said, walking across the room and putting the brush away.

MePhone4, who had fallen onto his back, failed to respond through his dazed giggling.

“Come on. Let’s see if it worked.” Cobs returned to the bedside.

MePhone4 managed to pull himself into a sitting position. Cobs pressed the volume up, and then volume down buttons. Both responded perfectly.

“Wonderful! Now you can get back to… your…” Cobs trailed off.

MePhone4, now fully recovered, could tell that Cobs was looking at something above his eyes. Then, Cobs looked down to meet his gaze.

“... Four, what’s that in your receiver?”

MePhone4 had but one guess, and quickly covered the area with his hands.

“Uh… nothing?” He flashed a nervous grin.

Cobs couldn’t help but smirk. “Looks like we’re not done with that brush.”

As Cobs turned, making his way over to where he had just stored the object, he heard the door to Meeple Care quickly open and shut. He turned back around to be greeted by an empty room.

Sighing, Cobs picked up the brush and set off to go find MePhone4.

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Same one who praised you for lee!MePhone4 (and thought is lee material) here, along with requesting lee!Knife, you love Yin-Yang? Me too! Can I have some lee!Yin-Yang too? Whichever ler works! Cabby, Candle, Soap, Tissues, maybe even OJ! But I will let you think of the ler (and it doesn’t have to be any of the five)!

Well hello again.

I actually was already planning on writing such a fic, so no worries.

Take care!

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I’m unsure if you’re okay with it, but… I am craving lee!Knife, so, maybe him? The ler is up to you, but if I have to pick, either Pickle, Suitcase, or Microphone?

Sure, I can write that.

Thanks for the request!