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AAAHHHHH!!!!

Thank you very much to the person who voiced it!!!

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Two Time Regressor Head Canons!

Two Time is from Forsaken!

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Two Time is either a bit older (8-10ish) or a bit younger (3-4ish) when they regress.

They prefer being alone and when they do need comfort they’ll usually just tough it out in their room instead of seeking help.

They don’t like being looked after as though they’re literally a kid and it feels almost demeaning or infantilizing to them

It’s bit easier for them to get overstimulated and overwhelmed whenever they’re regressed, which is also why they stay in their room more frequently when they are.

They also regress more at night time since there’s less people and they feel more comfortable regressing at that time.

Plus they’re lot more paranoid when regressed because it’s overall just a more vulnerable (and clumsier) state for them to be in, so they have more doubt in their abilities to protect themselves.

Despite not liking being treated like a kid when they are regressed, they do find comfort in pacifiers and plushies when they’re regressed younger than usual.

They like going outside the cabins and making flower crowns when they’re regressed, it reminds them of Azure.

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Thanks for the like friend 💖

Omg ofc !

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Over-thinkers should be tickled until they don’t feel anxious anymore

It’s me. I’m the over-thinker

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I'd tell more of my friends ab this godforsaken (/j) interest

However

Last time tickling came up as a topic (oncd ever I think), my friend called it masochistic so...

Hi I'm a minor and only view tks as sfw and mostly platonic (sometimes romantic) - so no sexual stuff

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sprints at you full speed and drops a paper saying “I require Lee!shelly.”

i was digging through my inbox for an excuse to draw shellivision LOL

i need to stop drawing tkl art w this pose it never works w the way i draw proportions lmao

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I wonder if anyone will

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forsaken guys amirite

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you asked for it.

summary: the demigod of chaos has had quite enough of your shit, onyn ring. (lee!onyn ring, ler!chikn nuggit)

warnings: this is a SFW tickle fic, don’t read if that’s not your cup of tea. i am biting the bullet and risking this showing up in main tags so i know this is gonna reach ppl who aren't in the tk community. pls be nice <3

a/n: hiiii baby’s first (published) tk fic woooo let’s gooooo!!!!! based off of the short of the same name but i write about onyn Getting Got instead because i have free will. he wants that demigod so badly!!!!!!!!!

and before we start: mr jackson was a great guy /ref

gurt: yo

"Chikn Nuggit, listen!" Onyn pleaded with the demigod in front of him, trying oh so desperately to get him to see his point of view.

"I must be terse... I think your friends are holding you back."

Chikn stared back at him. His face was null of emotion, his eyes but two blacks void of... Onyn himself could not make out what he was feeling. Even without speaking, it was obvious that he was daring the orange bat to continue speaking.

And that's what he did.

"You'd be well on your way on your journey to create the new reality if it weren't for them trying to halt you."

"...Ya think so?" was all Chikn could mutter out.

"Unfortunately, I do."

Chikn had no idea what this guy's deal was, why he wanted the near end of the world to happen again so badly. But to tell him he'd be be better off without his friends? The people who helped him come back to his senses and call off Armageddon?

That was one step too far for the demigod.

And he decided right now that enough was enough.

No one. No one. Is allowed to speak down about my friends like that. Like they're... obstacles.

...

"It's Armageddon you want, is it?"

Onyn was greeted with a quick but gentle pinch to the side, causing him to stumble forward with an "EEP!" He could not ignore the sense of a godly presence behind him, and upon turning around...

There he was.

Chikn Nuggit, in his true demigod form. Poised to do something Onyn was absolutely dreading.

Despite the dread welling up in him, Onyn couldn't get himself to break eye contact with Chikn. He was mesmerizing, terrifying in the best way possible. And the thought of what was about to happen next made the bat's heart flutter, made his face go a deep shade of red.

"Oh. my goodness," Onyn muttered, the alarm finally settling in as the demigod got closer to him. "I- uh- surely we can talk about this, we can come to an agreement in a different way, yeah?"

Unfortunately, his requests went unheeded.

"Then it's Armageddon you'll get."

Without any further warning, Onyn was tackled to the ground, his midsection being mercilessly tickled by the demigod.

“AH-! AHAHA- OHOHO MY GOODNESS!!” Onyn let out an uncharacteristic squawk of laughter, the blush dusting his face growing ever brighter. “I- NAHAHA- CHIHIKN!!”

"This is what you wanted, is it not?" There was no emotion in Chikn's voice, just nonchalance as he continued to wreck the researcher beneath him.

"I- IHIHI-!! N-nohohot what I had ihIHIN MIHIHIND-??"

"No? Then I do wonder... what else were you expecting of me, the Demigod of Chaos?"

God, did Onyn try his absolute best to answer. Turns out it's not so easy to think when you're being tickled within an inch of your life.

"I knew all along you wanted to see my powers in action. And look at you now, experiencing them first hand~" For the first time this interaction, there was a hint of amusement in Chikn's voice.

Onyn was in absolute shambles. His professionalism, his dignity, it was all but shattered, all at the hands of the demigod of all people.

To make matters even more embarrassing...

"...You're stimming."

It was brought to his attention that Onyn was subconsciously flapping his wings in front of him. He was, indeed, stimming.

And once he was given a brief moment of respite, he was mortified.

Onyn immediately gasped for air, feeling as if he had been underwater for the past few minutes."

I. I was. Wasn't I." he muttered, after finally gaining the ability to breathe again. As much as he tried to maintain his professionalism, The poor thing was blushing so much, it was almost comical.

"...How cute."

CUTE?!

"Wh.. HUH?!"

This wasn’t real. This had to be a product of Onyn’s overly wild imagination-

"I think I might just continue.”

“W-wait- WAHAIT-!!”

The tickles continued, and so did Onyn’s never ending stream of giggles.

“After all, you do seem to be enjoying this, are you not?”

“IHIHI- DOHON’T KNOW- I CAN’T!! PLEHEASE!!”

As much as he refused to outright admit it, Onyn was thoroughly enjoying himself. He hadn’t laughed this much in god knows how long, and to be tickled by the Demigod of Chaos himself was just… exhilarating!

...God, what was he thinking?!

"Mm.. I suppose I can give you an out," Chikn began, "but you'll have to do something for me first."

"AHAHANYTHING!!" The researcher exclaimed, a little too eager for his own liking.

Did he really want him to stop, though? Or was he just that willing to do anything for the demigod?

More importantly, could he stop being down bad for five seconds?

"I don't know what your motives are. But leave my friends out of it. I don't take kindly to people referring to them as.. in the way."

As if that wasn't obvious enough!

"OKAHAHAY- AHAHA! UNDERSTOOD!!"

And in the blink of an eye, as if none of this ever happened, Chikn was back to his usual dog form. Onyn slowly sat himself back up, desperately trying to catch his breath.

"Ya good?" Chikn seemed to be... quite chill. No bad blood after the interaction they had beforehand.

Meanwhile, Onyn was bewildered, to say the least. To think that he had just gotten the daylights wrecked out of him, and now he's being checked up on, all by the Demigod himself...

Amazing. Exhilarated. Electrified. So many words swam through his mind. How was he feeling?

"...Never better," is what he finally settled with, staring down at the ground with a goofy smile on his face.

*remainings voice* Hey Guys.

SO UM LIKE UHHHH I WROTE A TGJFLGJDLGi wrote. this. *pointing up that thign you jsut read. WHAT!

ok so yeah HOPE U ENJOYED MY FIRST EVER TK FIC i liked writing lee!onyn he's silly af.

(also idk what ur timezone says but it is around 11:30 pm on friday for me and i somehow fulfilled my original promise of getting this out when i said i would. you can do anythinf)

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hihihi!!! first of all, LOVE your fanfics ! I feel like there’s a dire need for forsaken tickle fanfic writers because LORD there’s none teehee,,,

second of all… … the way you write 1x is absolutely scrumptious (I’m also a she/her 1x user teehee, fem 1x supremacy /silly)

i come bearing a request for my silly domino crowned majestic queen (lee!1x). as for a plot, i’m not exactly sure! maybe either something with John Doe would be cool or maybe even Shedletsky if you’re cool with that lol

also this is your daily reminder to stay hydrated !! go eat snacks, and stay safe :3 !!

bathing in the glazes rn /silly and yes fem 1x supremacy

also i hc john doe's corruption is significantly less when not in a round, which means instead of a spike and a claw he just has non-deformed corrupted arms (and he becomes significantly less aggressive)

anyways without further ado!

(this is a sfw tickle fic! if you don't like it don't read it)

"Don't push it"

words: 2,530

ler!john doe, lee!1x1x1x1

summary: 1x is salty about miserably losing a round and picks a fight with doe. spoiler alert she regrets it (or does she?)

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John Doe knew it wasn’t completely out of the question for 1x to have won a round in such a short amount of time. Sometimes the survivors had bad days, whether it was a result of bad communication or just a few unlucky misses. And any day, a killer could do exceedingly well– which 1x did, more often than not. The manifestation was often unyielding in her efforts for any form of victory. Naturally competitive.

Yet, her expression as she leaned against one of the walls in the main room of the cabin was nothing but poisonous and bitter, a stark contrast to her usual ‘winning face’. A few seconds ago should have cued the detailed description of how she had achieved victory or at least gotten extremely close, but nothing came. Not even a word out of her.

It amused Doe. This was new.

“Something happen, 1x?” Other than to glance once at the crown-bearing killer, he kept his attention on what he had been doing before: reorganizing the few books the cabin had. He was the only one who cared about them, anyway.

“No.” She snapped at him, crossing her arms. One of her hands still tightly gripped both of her swords. She already knew her denial was pointless, but chose to follow through with it anyway.

John Doe made eye contact with her, tilting his head slightly. She looked away almost immediately. Despite being a calculated killer, she was terrible at lying, or hiding anything for that matter. That’s when it ticked– her lack of usual post-round commentary was an obvious indicator she had not, in fact, won the round. Given that and the timeframe of her turn, she most likely hadn’t been able to kill anyone at all. Doe simply chuckled, eyes following hers even when she didn’t look back. How long had it been since she’d lost like that? Weeks? Months?

“Be quiet.” It was almost more of a whiny plea than a growly demand, her entire body turning like it would shield her from the corrupted killer’s doubtful, amused gaze.

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“You’re laughing at me, idiot. It’s not funny.”

“It’s not my fault you lost, 1x.” The corrupted killer said dismissively, returning his attention to the bookshelf.

“No clue what you’re on about, Doe.” She hissed out, trying to backtrack the conversation from scolding the other to denying she had even lost in the first place.

“Can’t decide how to defend yourself, hm?” Despite having most of his attention on something else, Doe still managed to catch on to every little tactic the crown-bearing killer used. Maybe it was because they were so used to each other, probably being the most intelligent ones in this hellhole.

Just as Doe predicted, she became defensive. “Oh, you can’t be talking, Doe. You lose significantly more than I do, it’s not even a debate–”

“Trying to deflect the conversation to me?” He resisted the urge to say ‘again’, knowing it would just stray the ‘argument’ away from the original topic. Her lack of responsibility for her own habits was just a little concerning, but he could address it later.

“Are you really that embarrassed over losing once?”

Her breathing audibly hitched with a snarl as she stopped leaning on the wall. There was brief silence before the loud clattering of two swords tumbling across a table reverberated throughout the cabin, at 1x's fault. The sounds of rattling metal were followed by loud footsteps, creating an angry discord of noise. Might have struck a nerve.

“I know you are not teasing me right now.” That’s my job…

John Doe didn’t even look up at the other, not giving her the satisfaction of his attention. He was clearly unintimidated. “I’m not. Just saying you could use a little humility, Ms. Salty…”

She tried to ignore the nickname. “Me? Needing humility? That’s foolish, Doe. Sounds like something a coward would say…” She yanked the book Doe was holding out of his hand, harshly. It was almost like she had forgotten the other was also a killer, perfectly capable of ripping apart just as many people as she did on average.

The corrupted killer scoffed as he closed his hand around empty air, reaching for the book in the manifestation’s hand. “... Don’t push it, 1x”

“Or what?” She let him take it and set it to the side, taking a step closer like it would have any more effect than it had before.

And then she shoved. Maybe losing the round was clouding her judgment on what was a good idea, because that definitely wasn’t. Doe caught her hands, shoving back as much as she did, so they pushed at each other with a somewhat equal force. Like a two-handed arm wrestle.

“You should stop, you know. It would suck for you to lose something twice in a row, wouldn’t it?” Doe remarked, honestly.

She sneered, sharp teeth showing. “Are you implying I can’t win in a squabble against you? Not going to happen.” Despite the confidence, her eyes narrowed with… something, as her hands uncomfortably shifted against Doe’s. Every time they had a physical quarrel, playful or not, the slight buzz of his corrupted hands bothered her. It was hard to describe, but it was distracting, for one thing.

Doe hummed. “You just got done with a round. And if you killed absolutely nobody, even with your all put into it. You must be at least a little fatigued, yes?” 

“Just because I put effort into rounds doesn’t mean I get tired after them. Don’t think I’ve ever gotten tired after one, actually.” She took the opportunity to brag, continuing to push against him.

… Hah. That wasn’t even close to believable. 

He scoffed. “You are such a liar, 1x. Are you always going to pretend like you have no weaknesses whatsoever?”

“ ‘Pretend’? Don’t make me laugh, idiot.”

The ‘idiot’ in question raised his eyebrows. On second thought, maybe it was a good thing she picked a fight with him. Someone needed to be knocked down a bit. It was true there was a sort of loose hierarchy between the killers, but this was just getting a little out of hand.

Speaking of getting out of hand..

The crown-bearing killer pushed just a little harder than she meant to, accidentally leaning too far forward and putting them both out of balance. If it had been anyone other than 1x, John Doe would have probably just brick-walled it. But she was almost as heavy as he was, and even more fierce. Consequently, Doe tumbled to the floor, taking 1x with him. Neither were startled by the sudden elevation change; only a slight hiss from 1x was audible when they hit the floor. The corrupted killer still wasn’t super used to fighting someone so equally matched, but this wasn’t the first time the green-themed killer had gotten into a scuffle with him.

They both managed to get half off the floor when Doe shoved 1x back down, seeing an opportunity. “What are you even trying to prove with this?” 

She stopped trying to push herself back up with her arms, instead rolling over to throw the other off her. It was only somewhat successful, because each time she tried to get up, she was forced back onto the floor. The thought that picking a fight with Doe might have been a bad choice only ghosted across her mind. “That you don’t get to ridicule me, fool.”

“That’s unfortunate, because I do. You are not above everything, 1x. Especially not here.”

1x only glared, reaching up to swipe at his face. She made contact with a reasonable amount of force, making Doe’s expression scrunch in annoyance, and like clockwork, Doe smacked her face back directly after. The interaction would have looked so incredibly stupid to an outsider, with how pointlessly petty it was. It had no effect on either of them, anyway.

At least it wouldn’t have had, if Doe’s hand hadn’t left the annoying buzzing feeling on 1x’s face from the corruption. She growled, quickly taking her hands from pushing and shoving at the other and raising them to her head to quickly try and rub off the pesky sensation. 

Doe tilted his head to the side, confused about how being smacked once distracted her so much that she temporarily yielded. However, the confusion was short-lived as it was quickly replaced by focus, taking advantage of the moment to think. He wasn’t stupid, he knew she would just burn him and herself out roughhousing until she either ‘won’ or got completely spent, one way or another.

One way or another…

“a-AgH–” 1x yelped, her arms crashing back down to grasp at Doe’s, trying to pry them away from her. Embarrassingly, she missed the first time she tried.

John Doe’s hands barely moved against the force, staying in their position. Halfway dug into the sides of her torso. Interesting. “Hhuh... Quick question, 1x–”

She didn’t even allow him to speak. She already knew what the question was, and Doe already knew the answer. “I will rip your heart out.” The threat was sharp, yet panic seeped through the rough cracks of her voice. Subtle, but noticeable. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Doe held onto her alarmed state, fully planning to use every bit of it. Just for a moment, he let her push his hands away. “Ohoho… Will you now? You sound awfully unsure for someone willing to carry out such a threat…”

She didn’t know how to respond to that, too focused on how her arms suddenly got… weaker, after the comment. Eugh, why did they feel like that? “... Stop that.” She demanded, as if it were his fault that nervousness was plaguing her usual strength.

He smiled as he felt the force on his hands become weaker. “Hey, you’re the one who brought this upon yourself, not me.”

She gritted her sharp teeth against each other, trying to backtrack again even though it was far too late for it. “Well then, I… changed my mind. You can go back to your stupid books–”

“... No, I don’t think so.” Doe deadpanned, trying to move his hands back to where they were before. He knew 1x wouldn’t make it easy, but the nerve she had to ask him to stop and insult one of his interests at the same time was… incredible, for the lack of a better word. 

“If I’m being honest, I've become a bit sick of your entire demeanor lately. Like I said, you’re not above everything, even though you act like you are.” Doe paused just for a moment to study the other’s expression. Nervousness, barely masked by a glare.

“And you’re certainly not above this.” He yanked his hands out of her grasp, before bringing them to her sides again and roughly digging. If she were a survivor, it might have hurt. And for a second, it almost looked like it did, from the immediate reaction of writhing. However, the assuring audible response came only a few seconds after.

“I sWEHear I’ll-” The half-baked threat died in her throat, but her uneven, panicked laughter certainly didn’t.

John Doe chuckled. “You swear you’ll what?” He repeated the question when 1x didn’t respond, momentarily slowing to just grazing the area around her ribs. “You’ll what, 1x?”

Refusing to speak in such a ‘pathetic’ manner, 1x tried to stabilize her voice. She didn’t even bother finishing her previous threat. “Don’t- Do NOT laugh at mehe.” She smacked his hand away, like it had done anything before. She could feel the slight tremor of the other’s corruption being left in circular paths over her torso. The buzzing was a little bit more than just distracting now.

Doe chortled at the demand. “Why not? You’re laughing. Why can’t I do the same?”

She huffed. “No I’m nohot.”

The denial was met with a scoff. “Yeah, okay 1x. Whatever you say…” His voice trailed off, and his hands paused for a second.

1x saw it as him zoning out, attempting to get up by scrambling backwards while he was ‘distracted’. Only to collapse and start loudly cackling as Doe jabbed at the space in between her ribs with one hand, and scribbled over her sides with the other. She’d only made it to the wall next to the bookshelf, but at least now she was sitting up against something.

“Really? Trying to run away? Seems like something a coward would do…” Doe emphasized the word ‘coward’, lightheartedly indicating his discontentment with how she had name-called him earlier.

“I’M NOHOT A- UGHUHHG, I HAHATE YOHOU–!”

Doe flinched, a little surprised at how noisy the response was. He adjusted to it pretty quickly, though. The claim was a complete lie anyway. “You hate me just about as much as you hate dehydrated limes. Might be your obvious natural abhorrence to things not going your way that’s talking…”

1x complained, once more. “I’M NOHOT THAT SOUR, DOE.”

Doe was very thorough in lightly scratching around every single one of the others’ ribs, the task made significantly easier by the fact her torso was partially transparent. Safe to say, the action was maddening, especially with the feel of the corruption. It was also completely foreign to the domino-crowned killer, how she could feel so powerless yet so… giddy. Not having control over a situation meant danger, not whatever this was.

“1x, you started an entire fight with me because you lost a round. I genuinely don’t wanna hear it.”

She had nothing more to say as she continued to shove and pry at his persistent hands, although her efforts became increasingly more desperate and less effective. Plus, Doe just laughed at her attempts to free herself. 

“And to think you were so overly confrontational, for what? This?” He sighed in between sentences, half disappointed, half amused. “I told you it would suck to lose twice.”

Clearly, 1x was too unfocused to form any more verbal response to everything the corrupted killer said to her, because if she weren’t hindered like this, she most certainly wouldn’t have tolerated that type of mocking. From whatever she had left in terms of retaliation, she attempted to kick at him before bringing her legs closer to her. Like most of the other shoves, it made contact with him, but was too weak to have a significant effect. Doe rolled his eyes, removing a hand from her side to gently skitter it on the back of one of her knees. It was originally just a silly way to ‘punish’ the kick, but Doe was rewarded when she threw her head back and wheezed in reaction. It was all a little… unexpected, from the literal manifestation of hatred. But very welcome. 

Doe leaned back slightly, removing his hands. 1x couldn’t get up, even after a break. “Oh, so your knees, too?”

She growled out a response as soon as her voice steadied, but it was huffy. Unserious. “No.” 

The corrupted killer scoffed. Well, at least she looked a little defeated. “Next time you lose a round, don’t pick a fight you can’t finish.”

“Yeah? Well next time, I’ll win.”

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According to all known laws of #sfw tkl community, there is no way a #tword should be able to #ii balloon.

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How about a quiz, but every answer you get wrong, it's a minute added of tickling?

What do you mean you've never heard of this topic? You better be good at guessing then!

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I got to be a ler to my bf I'm okay now <3

i need to be tickled until every bad thought in my head is replaced with love

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i need to be tickled until every bad thought in my head is replaced with love

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i have been thinking so much about how unusual the tickle community seems to people who just don’t Get It. Like yeah hey everyone i’m really into tickling and i love to……… think about it. I love to conceptualize it in my brain. I love to make up scenarios in my head and fluster myself with them. No i don’t do anything else. Yes this is the most fun i’ve ever had

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i literally love making people laugh i love it so so sososoososososososooso much. i love going out of my way to do silly things. i love knowing that i have made people smile. it’s my favorite thing ever