#Ler!Remy

[veryblushyswitch]

A cursed tickle hc I just thought of-

Ratatouille right? Ya know how Remy can make Linguini move his arms and hands by pulling his hair? Well… who’s to say Remy can’t make Linguini tickle himself ✨

[trashyswitch]

Day 28: Massage

Emile treats Remy to a massage in an attempt to help him relax. But much to Remy's dismay (and Emile's excitement), Remy's a little bit ticklish on his back ribs and lower back. Can he tolerate it, even while Emile finds it funny?

Day 28! Another massage fic, cause why not. Remy and Emile are back, baby! I hope you like it!

Dr. Picani walked up to Remy, and smirked at him. “I want you to close your eyes and come with me.” Emile told him. 

“Oooh? A little surprise? For moi?!” Remy reacted, surprised. 

“Yup! But close your eyes first!” Emile ordered with a giggle before grabbing his hand. When Remy had his eyes closed and his left hand over his eyes, Emily brought Remy into the usual therapy room and closed the door. “Open your eyes.” Emile told him. When he opened his eyes, Emile presented the room to him excitedly. “Tada!” he declared happily. 

Remy looked around, and noticed that the room was pretty much the same…only it was set up as a massage room instead of a therapy room. “Wow…It’s kinda…looks like you moved only 3 things, Emile.” Remy admitted. 

Emile laughed as he placed his hands on Remy’s shoulders. “Well, kinda…but that doesn’t matter. You need a break, and I’m going to provide you one.” the doctor decided. 

Remy raised an eyebrow. “Emile, you don’t have to…seriously-”

“Shhhh.” Emile gently laid him down onto the bed, and . “Just lay yourself down…get yourself comfortable…relax…” He told him. “And let me massage your troubles away.” Emile started rubbing into his shoulders and kneading his lower neck. “B-But…Buuut…Oooooh mygod- that’s good.” He reacted, surprised to feel such professional massages against his neck. Did Emile have a secret massage therapy degree or something?!

“See? Worry not. Just unwind and allow yourself to rest.” Emile told him softly. “Dr. Picani will take care of you.” 

“Mmmm…Ohyeah…Ooooh yeah…Mmmmmhmmm…” He mumbled, grunting and humming. The massage felt amazing. Emile was such a nice person to come up with an idea like this…he had no idea what he did to deserve it. 

“How about here? Is this too painful?” Emile asked, moving down to his back. 

“Oooohgosh-” Remy grunted and let out a breath. “It’sfine. Fine. Good.” He replied with an awkward smile.  

“You sure?” Emile reacted. 

“Positive.” He replied. “Don’t underestimate me and my pain tolerance.” Remy warned. 

“Or else what?” Emile asked, poking his side. “You’ll leave your massage early?” He teased. 

Remy jumped and attempted to slap Emile with his hand behind his back. “Dohon’t poke me!” Remy warned. 

“Awww.” Emile went back to massaging his back again. “Alright.” 

Remy held onto the side of the bed as he tittered and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh no, oh no! “E-Emile-!” 

“Hm?” Emile replied. 

“W-Whahat did I j-juhust say?” Remy asked. 

“Oh? Does it hurt too much?” Emile asked, removing his fingers. 

“Noho…No. It just tickled a bit…that’s all.” Remy admitted.

“Oh?” Emile reacted, before moving to the same spot. “This…” Emile pushed down a little bit on the spot on his back. “Tickled you?” He asked. 

Remy felt a smile grow onto his face as plenty of giggles filled his lungs. “E-Ehemile!” Remy reacted. “Dohohon’t eheven think about tickling me.” Remy warned. 

“Does that mean you admit it?” Emile asked. 

“Admit what?” Remy asked for clarification. 

“That you’re ticklish.” Emile replied. 

“Well…well yeah, but-” Remy squeaked and hugged himself as Emile started kneading his lower back. “WAHAIT! EMILENO!” Remy shouted. 

Emile giggled and rubbed the lower back near the buttocks. “How’s this area?” Emile asked, rubbing his back with his thumbs.

“Ihihit’s fihine. Aha lihihittle ticklyhyhyhy, buhut not bahahad.” He admitted softly. “Oh, that’s good. We don’t exactly want to kill you during your relaxing massage, do we?” Emile teased. 

“Ihi’d rather nohohot behe kihihilled todahahay.” Remy admitted. 

“Aw man…” Emile placed his fingers near Remy’s spine. “Would you rather be killed tomorrow?” Emile asked. 

“Whahahat?! Nohohoho!” Remy replied. 

“What about Monday?” Emile asked with a giggle as he moved his fingers up his spine towards the back ribs. Emile chuckled and shook his head. “Plehease nohoho! HahahAHAHA!” Remy gripped the bed as he let out some extra pent-up giggles he had saved up in his lungs. “EHEHEMILEHEHEHEE! TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!” Remy reacted. 

“Goodness! Looks like I found a ticklish little pot at the end of the rainbow~!” Emile teased. 

Remy snorted and cackled a little harder. “GOHOHOHOD! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” Remy pleaded. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAAA!” Remy shouted. 

“I’m not killing you! I swear!” Emile reacted, stopping his fingers. 

Remy’s laughter lessened back to softer, more breathless giggles as he tried to calm down. “Ihi…” He looked at Emile. “I thought this was a massage appointment!” Remy admitted. 

“It’s not completely a massage appointment.” Emile admitted. “It’s more a ‘loosen and relax’ appointment.” Emile explained. 

“T-tickle fights only tense me up and make me jumpy.” Remy admitted. “Tickles don’t exactly help me calm down.” Remy admitted.

Emile bit his lip as he felt Remy tense up the moment he felt his back. “I can see that…Why is that?” Emile asked, tilting his head. 

“Ihi don’t know…It just does.” Remy admitted. 

Emile smiled and started slowing down his back rubs. “How about…I slow down the massages a bit.” Emile offered, drawing circles with his thumbs. “Mmmmmhmhmhmmm…Ohokahay.” Remy replied. “Ihit feels…” He gasped and squealed in a high-pitched voice. “eeEEK! Hehe…Hehe! Suhuhure.” Remy replied. 

“Okay.” Emile focused his hands on his upper back to give Remy a bit of a break from the tickles. Though it still tickled a little bit, Emile was able to manipulate his hands so it was a little more bearable. “Is this a little better?” Emile asked him softly. 

Remy sighed, letting out a couple giggles. “Yehes…this ihis behetter. Sooo much betteher.” Remy replied. 

Emile smiled and kept it up for a little longer. He kept things somewhat quiet for a bit, letting Remy rest softly on the bed. He wanted to ensure he stayed calm and comfortable while in his massage room. 

“So…Whehen did yohou…get your massage degrehee?” Remy asked him. 

Emile smiled. “I got it at around the same time I got my psychology degree. I was very spry back then, and worked my head off for both degrees.” Emile told him. “I remember I had to finish my anatomy exam, and then head right to my graduation to get my Massage Therapy degree.” Emile told him. 

Remy smiled. “Wow…That’s a lot.” Remy reacted softly. 

“It was…It was the most stressed I’ve ever been. I couldn’t technically take a break. But…thankfully, some of my courses ended up turning into my breaktime, so it turned out fine.” Emile told him. 

“That’s…wow. I wohould never be able to doho that.” Emile admitted, still slightly giggly. 

Emile smiled and rubbed into his back ribs again, making Remy squeak. “Well…I did. So beat that.” Emile declared. 

“BAHAHA-” Remy pounded his fists into the bed. “EEEHEHEHEHEHE! EMILE NOHOHOHO!” He shouted. 

“Sorry, sorry.” He said with a giggle. “I couldn’t resist.” He admitted. 

Remy sighed and hid his face in his arms. “Picani…I can’t relax when you’re tickling me like that.” Remy told him. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop now. I promise.” He told him, before rubbing into his neck and shoulders. “There. Is that better?” Emile asked him. 

“Mmmmm…Mmm hmm. Thaaaat’s soooo much better.” Remy admitted. 

Emile smiled and massaged his neck and shoulders for a while. He didn’t dare go back down to his back, for fear of tickling him again. He rubbed through the traps, moved his fingers up to the spine of his neck, up to the lower scalp and scratched there a bit, before going back down to the lower neck and shoulders. 

Then, Emile grabbed some oil and started rubbing it all over his neck and shoulders, before moving down his back, and down to the lower back before moving back up to the neck and shoulders. All the while, Remy was groaning and humming softly and contently. Emile seemed to just know the spots to go for. It was…rather inspiring, actually. 

After about 30 minutes of proper massaging with minimal tickles, Emile removed his hands and cleaned up his back a bit. “There. How do you feel now?” Emile asked. 

Remy smirked and brought his head to the right to look at him. “I feel like a million dollars.” Remy told him. 

Emile smiled and dabbed his hands with a towel. “I’m glad.” he replied. “Now: I want you to take your time getting up. And if you feel any muscle aches or headaches, don’t worry…It’s normal, and it should go away in a day or two.” Emile told him. 

Remy nodded his head and slowly began to get up. “How much do I owe ya?” Remy asked, pulling out his wallet. 

“Oh my gosh, Remy…” Emile shook his head and pushed Remy’s hand of cash away. “It’s all on me.” Emile told him. 

“B*tch, no! I’m paying you.” Remy ordered, pushing the money back. 

“Nonsense. Take it back.” Emile insisted. “Emile…” Remy warned. 

“Helping my friend is reward enough.” Emile told him. 

“No, no. I’m not going to allow myself to take your love for granted. Take it.” Remy insisted. 

“You never take me for granted. So don’t worry about it. My treat.” Emile said. 

“Oh my go- At least let me buy you a coffee, or something!” Remy begged. 

Emile chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Fine…A cappuccino?” Emile asked. 

Remy smirked and nodded his head. “With pleasure.” Remy pulled out his keys and rang them in his hand. “Be right back!” Remy declared, running out of the room. Emile chuckled and shook his head as he put the fold-up mattress back into the closet. It’s a good thing he holds onto that thing after all these years…

[most-fuckable-character-showdown]

Characters included in the showdown

If any of these characters are repeated or under 18 please let me know asap so I can switch them out

Remus Sanders from Sanders Sides (17)

Janus Sanders from Sanders Sides (14)

Logan Sanders from Sanders Sides (13)

Eda Clawthorne from The Owl House (13)

Roman Sanders from Sanders Sides (11)

Virgil Sanders from Sanders Sides (10)

Din Djarin/Mandalorian from The Mandalorian (10)

Remy Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (10)

Patton Sanders from Sanders Sides (9)

Noise from Roleslaying with Roman (8)

The Once-ler from the Lorax (7)

Sans from Undertale (6)

Angel from Hell’s Belles (5)

Julian Devorak from The Arcana (5)

William Afton from fnaf (4)

Ingo from Pokémon (4)

Leon S Kennedy from Resident Evil (4)

Anxiety Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (4)

Clay Puppington from Moral Orel (4)

Youngblood from Roleslaying with Roman (4)

Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls (3)

Shane from The L Word (3)

Jameson Jackson from Jacksepticeye (3)

The Other Side of the Pillow from Thomas Sanders Shorts (3)

Virgil the Rat from Ride the Cyclone (3)

Kylo Ren from Star Wars (3)

Megamind from Megamind (3)

Bucky Barnes from MCU (3)

Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield) from No Way Home (3)

Mike from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Ryker from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Roman from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Raine Whispers from The Owl House (3)

Vash the Stampede from Trigun Stampede (3)

Nicholas D Wolfwood from Trigun (3)

Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale (2)

Sage Lesath from Last Legacy (2)

L Lawliet from Death Note (2)

Crowley from Good Omens (2)

Dr. Bright from SCP Foundation (2)

Shrek from Shrek (2)

Peter Cola from CNP (2)

Peppino from Pizza Tower (2)

Tangerine from Bullet Train (2)

Luis Sera from Resident Evil 4 (2)

Darius from The Owl House (2)

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal (2)

Alastor from Hazbin Hotel (2)

Enjorlas from Les Miserables (2)

Jessie from Pokémon (2)

James from Pokémon (2)

Mettaton EX from Undertale (2)

Sampo Koshi from Honkai Star Rail (2)

Wilford Warfstache from Markiplier (2)

The Narrator from The Stanley Parable (2)

Shego from Kim Possible (2)

Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil (2)

Blackbeard from Our Flag Means Death (2)

Orange Side from Sanders Sides (2)

Lucio from The Arcana (2)

Burgundy Red from Roleslaying with Roman (2)

Puff Puff Humbert from Your Favorite Martin (2)

Viktor Humphries from Slime Rancher (2)

Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel (2)

Miss Secondopinionson from Moral Orel (2)

Eggman from Sonic (2)

Spamton from Deltarune (1)

The Corinthian from The Sandman (1)

Asra Alnazar from The Arcana (1)

Felix Escellun from Last Legacy (1)

Edwin from Gummy and the Doctor (1)

Hatori from Fruits Basket (1)

Izzy Hands from Our Flag Mean Death (1)

Undyne from Undertale (1)

Glamrock Freddy from fnaf: security breach (1)

Gummy from Gummy and the Doctor (1)

Nadia Satrinava from The Arcana (1)

Scorpia from She Ra (1)

Jareth the Goblin King from Labyrinth (1)

Vaporeon from Pokémon (1)

Rouge the Bat from Sonic (1)

Aaravos from The Dragon Prince (1)

Millions Knives from Trigun Stampede (1)

Spock from Star Trek (1)

Toriel from Undertale (1)

Bowser from Super Mario (1)

Shota Aizawa from My Hero Academia (1)

Tom Nook from Animal Crossing (1)

Critic Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (1)

Skeletor from Masters of the Universe (1)

Elias Bouchard from The Magnus Archives (1)

Asmodeus from Obey Me (1)

Guillermo from What We do in the Shadows (1)

Asgore Dreemurr from Deltarune (1)

Dio Brando from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (1)

Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who (1)

Death from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (1)

Red Guy from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared (1)

Padme from Star Wars (1)

Archibald Asparagus from Veggie Tales (1)

Shen Jiu from The Scum Villain’s Self Saving System (1)

Roxanne Wolf from fnaf: security breach (1)

Gomez Addams from The Addams Family (1)

Rick Sanchez from Rick and Morty (1)

Fiona from Shrek (1)

Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas (1)

Emile from Cartoon Therapy (1)

Vlad Masters from Danny Phantom (1)

Eyeless Jack from Creepypasta (1)

Merlin from Fate/Grand Order (1)

Verosika Mayday from Helluva Boss (1)

Ganondorf from The Legend of Zelda (1)

Michael Afton from fnaf (1)

Marvus Xoloto from Hiveswap (1)

Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium (1)

Jang Jaeyoung from Semantic Error (1)

The Bog King from Strange Magic (1)

Batman from Batman (1)

Randy Jade from Dialtown (1)

Yor Forger from Spy x Family (1)

Mark Winters/Wavelength from Just Role With It (1)

Dr. Alto Clef from SCP Foundation (1)

Striker from Helluva Boss (1)

Stoic the Vast from How to Train your Dragon (1)

Bandit from Bluey (1)

Spain from Hetalia (1)

Dorian Gray from The Picture of Dorian Gray (1)

Muriel from The Arcana (1)

[virgil-isnt-a-lee]

If all the Sanders Sides characters were switches, what percentage of Ler/Lee would you hc them as? (Bonus points if you include Picani and Sleep)

Virgil is pretty easy, I'd give him about 75/25 lee/ler. I 100% see him with a huge lee lean, but don't underestimate him as a ler! C'mon he makes such a good ler, he absolutely plays off the anticipation and shit, and he and Roman get into tkl fights ALL the time, and someone's gotta bring princey down a peg or two, no? As a lee, he's just the cutest little shit ever, definitely tries not to giggle and fails.

Logan, hmm.. maybe 65/35 ler/lee. Definitely ler leaning when he indulges in the playfulness, but he's very methodical as a ler, he does that slight smile as he gets someone's worst spot, definitely. Makes mental notes of their reactions too. But also he gets tickled frequently when he's been working too much (usually by Patton, Roman, or Janus)

Patton is a solid 55/45 ler/lee, like ALMOST an even 50/50, but just slightly more ler leaning. Listen, he loves laughing and making the other sides laugh, even though he is the resident tickle monster and he 100% gets evil tickle monster moods, he always ends up wrecked too, and he loves both very much, but he's morality, and he just slightly loves making the other sides laugh more

Roman is an even 50/50, okay? He may start most of the tickle fights, but let's be so fr, at least half of those he starts because he wants to be tickled and he won't admit it outright. Very playful and teasy ler, probably calls the others princes or some other noble title while tickling them. Definitely curls up into a ball when he's tickled

Janus is like a good 80/20 ler/lee. He's got no problem wrecking the others, though he sometimes feels a little less secure when he's the lee, though he enjoys it occasionally. He usually only lees in three scenarios; Remus is bored and no one else is around, he didn't wreck his lee into being too tired to get revenge, or he really looks like he needs it. Very methodical ler, like Logan, but he's very teasy, unlike Logan (usually)

Remus is like 60/40 ler/lee, like Roman, he starts a lot of tickle fights, but not always because he wants tickles. A lot of things time, he just wants the chaos, the noise and laughter and adrenaline. And the tickles. As a ler, he's teasy but mostly focuses on making the lee laugh as loud as he can (he does know when to stop) as a lee, he is very squirmy but very happy and teasy, laughs really loudly and unrestrained, too.

Now I don't know too much about Emile, but I know enough to say he's probably lee leaning with a super cute laugh, so I'll give him about 70/30 lee/ler, because he and patton definitely have tickle fights.

Remy though, listen I love Remy. He's a solid 75/25 ler/lee. The other sides (really just picani) might try to tickle him out of bed, and it'll wake him up, but he'll just pull him back down into bed and tickle him until he agrees to take a nap with him.

Send me more asks y'all 😭

[lostoneshq]

Boa tarde, pessoal! Cheguei do salão e estou esperando umas correções em fichas para aceitar as fichas que chegaram. Não vou conseguir postar as atualizações da página de NPCs hoje porque tenho uma aula às 19h, mas amanhã eu não terei compromissos à tarde e serei mais presente. Eu recebi asks de vocês pedindo para estender um pouco mais o game, mas eu acho melhor não! Fica para o próximo, tudo bem? 🥺 Entrou gente nova, então é melhor focarmos nas interações. Sobre a galera nova que vem vindo aí! O resumão no fixado está 90% atualizado, falta só colocar a parte sobre terem conseguido empregos e a chegada misteriosa do restaurante do Remy, mas vocês podem conferir isso lendo o @jornalmagico também. Todavia, mais tarde eu atualizado o resumão e reblogo ele de novo, mas não deixem de ler para se inteirar!

[just-your-average-author]

How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)

Hmmm okay so PERSONALLY I'm a sucker for a good trope so I'm always feeling Virgil is the most ticklish.

so starting with Light Sides we have

Logan: 5 (average ticklish person, mostly have to be really keyed up to get a big reaction but ticklish none the less. can hide it the best out of all the sides)

Patton 5.5 (Slightly more ticklish then Logan, but despite that, he has some of the biggest reactions because he's having fun and the bigger the reaction, the more the others will tickle him!

Roman 8 (V ticklish!! despite being the primary Ler in the Mind Palace, he's actually the second most sensitive side. he has big hearty laughter that everyone loves if they dare to try!)

Virgil 9.5 (sweet boi, literally touch him ANYWHERE he at the very least giggles, and at the most screams. hates it with a passion ((not really)) but puts up with it for everyone else ((again not really)) )

Alt:

Remy: 4 (def ticklish in one very specific spot and no where else for some reason. will laugh alot and have fun with it but he's much more of a Ler)

Emile: (y'all don't kill me please I've never seen cartoon therapy I keep meaning to but still haven't so all I know is he's a therapist(?) so I can't really do him but for the heck of it I have him as 6.9)

TW DARK SIDES:

Janus: 6.5 (Fairly ticklish, mostly in obscure (?) places and almost none in the traditional "tickle spots". places like palms, ankles, wrists, face, and neck. He hides it well but if you're persistent he'll die)

Remus: 3 (in my personal HC I don't really like Remus all that much so I just hc him not at all but realistically I think he's a solid 3 cause that's like everyone on earth tbh. he hides it incredibly well tho)

anywho these are my personal HC thank you so much for the ask anon!!!!

[ticklingmesoftly]

14, 24, 31, 36

Two tickles, two non-tickles!

14. What is your go-to music when you want to feel happy? I actually have a whole playlist for this. I don't think I ever listen to it, lol -- it's mostly songs that are fun to sing, upbeat, etc. But I'll name one from it -- "Monte Carlo" by Remi Wolf.

24. Give yourself a compliment! Is EVERYONE going to ask me this?! Lol. Um. I'm gonna sayyyy... I'm pretty open! I don't know if it's a compliment, necessarily, lol. But I like that about myself.

31. For lees, do you have fictional characters you'd want to be tickled by? For lers, do you have fictional characters you'd want to tickle? Honestly, not really! I haven't had a character hyperfixation in years, so maybe that's why? But I think I'd want to know my actual dynamic with the person before actually wanting them to...do that. With a fictional character, I'd just be assuming. And what if the character didn't like me? Lmao, you know how I know I have social anxiety?

36. If you had to move to another country, which country would you choose? Assuming I'd have to pick up and move now, I'd probably choose Canada, because it's close and English-speaking. I'd be cold, though...

[dj-banana-love-2]

Big City Green TK

Lee!cricket

Ler!....

[s2ofthejungle]

starter para @theatrangel

“you're terrible at keeping secrets from me.”

no restaurante chez remy

Os dizeres de Christine não lhe surpreenderam – ele era péssimo em manter segredo de todo mundo, praticamente, já que era alguém cujas emoções eram perfeitamente desvendáveis na maior parte do tempo. Dela, em particular, era pior ainda, já que a Daaé parecia ter uma habilidade acima do normal em ler as pessoas (mais uma coisa que Tarzan só havia descoberto ser possível recentemente) e ela era uma das poucas humanas de quem realmente se considerava próximo. "Sou" concordou, lançando um olhar cúmplice em sua direção. Estivera tentando convencê-la de que aquele convite para jantar não tinha nenhuma finalidade específica, mas tinha preparado uma pequena surpresa em agradecimento pela última peça da Casa da Ópera. Tarzan vinha se tornando um frequentador constante desde a reabertura no reino dos perdidos, e a temática do último espetáculo havia sido a floresta de Maldonia, o que lhe fez matar um pouquinho a saudade de casa. "Você deve ter imaginado que gostei muito do último show... então te preparei uma surpresa para agradecer! Mas só vou contar quando a gente terminar de comer."

[nymphadorateival]

@bookofroscs + @notyourdoggie

NOMES DE SHIPP:

Reli. Reli nela pra tu ver, hein! Ela vai perdoar, tô avisando!

RATING:

0/0 (não tinha nem espectativas pra começo de conversa.)

DINÂMICA:

A escritora dócil e gentil que é tímida, inocente e do lar, sem noção alguma do mundo (mesmo com todos avisando e praticamente deus mandando sinais) é pega nos braços de seu segurança carinhoso e preocupado, que apesar de não ser o mínimo perto de um príncipe, age como um! Claro, se você ignorar todas as injúrias e reclamações do resto da academia e inclusive do irmão gêmeo do sujeito, mas para gente! Bobagem! Vocês nunca leram um dark romance? Assim ela cai de amores com o homem que não trata ninguém bem, mas ela! Afinal, ela é especial, querida, requintada, amada e só precisa se auto afirmar disso na frente do espelho, já que quem tá dizendo provavelmente são as vozes esquizofrênicas que ela ganha por ler demais! E claro que com todo esse amor ela deixaria de ser uma princesa pra casar com seu guarda costas que não tem luxo algum pra te dar, mesmo ela querendo um príncipe! Ah gente, perspectiva! Ele sempre pode ser o rei do gado. (Ou dos presidiários.)

QUEM É O ATIVO?

Remi. Não é como se ele fosse dar a escolha do contrário.

ACABARIA NO ALTAR OU NA TERAPIA?

Na cadeia..ou no necrotério.

CONSIDERAÇÕES FINAIS:

Zero de Zero porque começa mal e termina pior, mas se estão almejando em recriar um conto gótica da nova era encantada, parabéns, tão indo pelo caminho certo. Quando começar a música sinistra, não é o Aaron reinventando os bailes vampiros e nem eu hipnotizando alguém pra dormir, é seus momentos finais de liberdade. Mas está tudo bem, você tem ele....não é como se você quisesse um príncipe, não é?

[leedrop-angel]

Tickletober day 18: unusual spots.

Ship: Remy (ler) X Emile (lee)

Emiles day was hard. Many patients, and one even had to go to the hospital from trying to harm himself, and then Emile when he said that the patient would have to be hospitalized.

Remy never seen Emile so stressed, and knew what to do. Snuggles was always Remy and emiles way to keep one from snapping in either rage or tears.

Emiles head was laying on Remys chest, eyes closed, calming enough that he wasn't on the verge of tears. But Remy knew, he was still in need of a smile. And he was the only one to knew this one spot, that always made Emile giggle.

Remy gently grabs emiles hand and traces all around his palm.

He can feel a smile from emile on his chest, a small tremble coming from him to not giggle. But soon from Remy not stopping, Emile giggles and looks up at Remy, and remy just smiled, seeing the happy look on emiles face.

All Remy asked was " do you want me to stop the tickles on this perfect spot" Remy kissed emiles palm after asking, making him sqweak and shake his head.

Remy just smiled and kissed and tickled all over emiles hands.

[kanene-yaaay]

Guardian Angels

Kanene’s notes: This universe is basically: Emile is a kid and the sides + Remy are his tiny angel guardians. They’re smol. They can shapeshift. They have wings. They can do magic things. They’re all soft.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Emile and Ler!Logan, Ler!Patton and Ler!Remy. Original AU.

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* This have about 2.000 words. Everything is platonic.

* Tiny/Giant tickles.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda. Eu espero! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Take a break, rest, be kind (especially with yourself) and drink water! Byeioo!~

                             [~*~]

“And the botulism… botulism, botulism, b…” Emile bit the tip of his pen, trying to remember the words he wrote on his flashcard yesterday, his mind spinning his thoughts and attempting to run into other fields of memory, but he was sure he could remember that one! Botulism… he used that glittery pink pen his friend gave to his and… “BACTERIA!” He bounced on his chair, “Botulism is caused by bacterias who, as they eat, release CO2. That is why the cans get all-” Emile gesticulated with his pen, poofing out his cheeks and continuing as the small angel waved in a gesture for him to keep going, “-poof! Also, it’s not an infection nor an inflammation when they harm humans and yes an intoxication.”

“Correct. Although you forgot to mention the name of the bacteria, which is Clostridium botulinum.” Logan flew in his direction, passing to the boy the flashcard he carried, ignoring his snickers since the guardian and the piece of paper had almost the same height, saved by a couple of inches, and landed smoothly on his shoulder, wings shaking for a second behind him.

“Okay dokey!” Emile uncapped the pen and began writing on the air, imagining the letters slowly forming the scientific name, murmuring it to himself the entire time. When the last ‘m’ was formed, his voice spiked, a squeal escaping from his mouth.

“Logan!” Emile controlled his urge to shake his head as the feathers continued their lazy grazing on his neck, the smallest opening and closing his wings with a hint of a smirk on his expression, totally unfazed by the titters already building up their way to the boy’s lips. “Lo, noho!”

“I am very proud that you finished your studies for the day. We can of course, advance on your homework if you want, or make some research on a topic you’re curious about but-” Emile scrunched his neck, quickly regretting his decision as the tip of the wings started to tease the sensitive skin behind his ear, soft snorts cutting his high-pitched giggles, “- I believe a break is in order. Besides, Patton also asked to be called on this occasion, if I am not mistaken.”

“Nonono!” The kid yelped, kicking. “Not Patton! Nohohot-”

“Hello, kiddo! Did you call?” Patton’s smile only increased when the new guardian, a tad taller than the first, saw the predicament his ‘kiddo’ was. “Aww, is Logan tickling you pink?”

Emile hid his face behind his hands and Logan may or may not have moved closer so he could tickle that spot right under his jawline, gathering a couple of squeaks. “Oh, yes, Patton, we would like to inform you Emile finished studying for the Biology test.”

“That one he has been stressed about those days?”

“I believe so.”

“Gasp! Congratulations, kiddo!” Patton flew around him, his wings fluttering at highest speed as he maneuvered to stay still in front of the cartoon lover, even if the aforementioned continued to hide, his kicks getting faster. “I am so proud of you. You already did so well!” He hugged his left cheek, resting a small, fond kiss there.

“Pat-Pat!” His smile was so big he could see a piece of it even behind his fingers, the tip of his ears getting painted red as well. “Thahahanks.”

“You’re welcome!” The guardian angel beamed, only leading Emile to giggle harder, completely aware of what comes next. “Now, can I see your hand?

“No!” It was the squealed answer, the boy sliding some inches out of his chair. “Lo, no, n-not there!”

“Not there? Where? Here?” Logan fluttered his feathers under his chin, keeping his voice neutral even when a chuckle fled from Emile’s mouth, “Or perhaps here? Or right here? Maybe you’re talking about this specific, very, very ticklish and unprotected tickle spot here?” He went from one spot to another, keeping his fast pace so the younger wouldn’t guess where his precise, soft strokes would attack next, scribbling on his ears and entire neck as Emile wiggled in protest, laughter increasing with the playfulness of the activity. “I believe you’re asking me to stop tickling you silly, as I believe you humans say, but since the instructions you gave me were unclear, I have no option except continue with my task.”

Emile just squealed - in an extremely cute manner, if you ask them, - shaking his head.

“Come on, Emile, please give me your hand?”

“I-Ihihi can’t!”

“And why not, kiddo?”

“You’re gonna to ti-tickle it!”

“Well, of course I will! But don’t you think you deserve some rewarding tickles after so much work?”

The boy tried to pout, an impossible task with all the snickers bubbling from him as he lowered his right hand in direction of his guardian angel, who shook his wings until a lovely feather fell of them and was quickly caught, its owner passing his fingers across the stem and making it longer, fluffier, ticklier. After a few seconds he finally looked satisfied with his creation.

“I am going to tickle-tickle-tickle yooou.~” Patton sing-songed, approaching his feather inch by inch, trying to not get overloaded by cuteness when Emile yelped and squirmed, yet keeping his hand still. “I am going to tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle you itsy bitsy silly! Aren’t you excited for some tingly tickly tickles, sweetpea?”

Logan slowed his attack, the laughter becoming an aired giggling.

“Pat-Pat!” He kicked harder.

“Okay, okay, kiddo.” Patton fondly smiled, starting to follow the lines of his protected’s hand with the tip of the feather, fluttering and dancing the bristles across every single inch of skin amidst the peals of high pitched laughter from the boy. “Aww, kitty kitty coo! Kitty kitty coo, kiddo!”

Logan and Patton continued their playful reward, filling the room with a music of laughter, yelps, squeals, snorts and giggles for a few more minutes before stopping, patting Emile’s hair as he slid from the chair on the floor, pretending he was dead, an eventual titter bouncing here and there.  

A poke on his cheek made him open his eyes, a smile still plastered on his expression as he huffed Patton’s and Logan’s hair – ignoring the latter’s scoff with his usual roll of eyes at the motion, even if the winged tiny made no move to escape from it - with his index finger, protesting.

“You’re two are like thohose cats from Thehe Lady and the Tramp. Working together to be mehean.”

Patton hugged his cheek and Logan pretended he wasn’t looking fondly at them.

[...]

“I will not tell this twice: grab. The. Coffee. gurl.”

“No. Pat-pat said you can’t have any more coffee for the day!”

“Yes, however…” Emile narrowed his eyes at Janus, who seemed to smirk more under his gaze, “your so loved snacks are under the coffee pack and it seems that you won’t be able to retrieve them without moving the coffee, oh, such a pity.” 

Emile crossed his arms, a hand holding his chin as he seemed in deep thought. “If I move, you won’t try to get it?”

Remy combed the boy’s hair with his fingers, still laid on his favorite spot on the top of his head basically since the human had arrived home from his playdate, a spot, by the way, which granted the perfect opportunity to the two winged beings to exchange looks without being caught. “Uhh, yaas! Duh!”

Emile turned to look at Janus, who stopped his gesturing mid-air, hiding his arms behind him, turning his attention from Remy back at him with a couple of naïve blinks, a toothless smile resting on his expression. “What?” Was his soft question.

He pouted, crossing his arms tighter.

“I already say I won’t try to get it, gurl, relax!”

Emile knew a trap when he saw one, especially living with his guardians since he was born. He recognized the exact gleam, now clearly resting on Janus’ golden eyes, they all got when they were planning something, the way Remy’s hands couldn’t stay still, the way the bat of wings would get too much slow and their forms would swing slightly in the air… Buuut they didn’t know that Emile knew, the kid thought, loosening his position, so he would use this to make a plan to vanish their evil plan!

“Okay. I’m getting it then!” Cute smiles. Hidden meanings. A plan, ok, he needed a plan. A very good plan. The best one.

“Please,” Janus gestured to the cupboard with his hand, “the floor is yours.”

“I’m getting it right now.” Ok. He was getting out of time. Come on! A plan. He needed a plan! “Very, very right now.”

“Wo-hooooo,” Remy lazily cheered, rolling onto his hair, “you go, gurl.”

He would run. And call Roman if anything happened. The exuberant guardian always loved to save him and he was his hero in a shiny armor, after all! Emile nodded confiantly to himself. He extended his right arm, his eyes nervously flicking from Janus to the cupboard. As his fingers grabbed the bag, his attention turned to watch every movement from the one with golden eyes and a big smirk, who waved at him to continue. His other hand followed to catch his snack, legs tensing to run with both items at the slightest hint of a move from his guardian.

Then something poked and vibrated on his ribcage, making his body jump with the ticklish sensation, the snack forgotten as his hands crashed down to protect his sides, only to be stopped mid-air when Janus attempted to pry the bag of the called ‘life bean juice’ from his fingers. 

“No!! That is not fair! You said you won’t do that!” They were basically in a tug war. The kid planting his heels on the ground and Janus summoning his six arms to pull at the coffee with all his strength.

“I said no such thing, dear. I think you’re mistaking me with Remy.” His tune would have seemed as a velvet soft if the words hadn't floated from his grittered teeth with the effort he was currently doing.

“Noicee. Just keep his arms up like that and we will have the victory in a few secs.”

“No! Remy! Rehemy!! Go ahahaway!”

“He is just too much ticklish for this, isn't he?” Janus remarked.

“Noho! I am nohohot! Nahaha! Don’t!”

“Yup! Like a baby! See? I just need to poke here, here and hereee and he goes all cute-cute wiggly-wiggley everywhere.”

“Aw. Poor him.” Janus said, not a single drop of guilt in his tune. “Attack the center of his armpits, he will totally lose it.”

“NO!” 

A sound cut the comments, making all the three stop on their tracks.

“Wait,wait. W a i t, did you just snort? Oh. my. god. Adorable. Gurl, I need to see it again.”

“Oh, yes, just my favorite sound in the entire world. Don’t you agree, Giggle Bug?”

Emile just shook his head, struggling to low his arms to protect the sensitive spot but refusing to let go from the bag stubbornly still trapped by his grip, which got weaker and weaker at each pinch, prodding and kneading the tiny guardian delivered at every centimeter of his armpits, flying from one to another while Janus waved with one of his hands, as if they were conducting an orchestra constituted primarily by their playful teases and his wheezed laughter and bubbly snorts.

“The itsy bitsy spider climbed the waterspout…~” The one with sunglasses began to sing, changing his tickles to a spidering motion which followed the patch to the boy’s upper ribs in the rhythm of the song, grinning as the younger kicked in a frenzy, his smile widening.

“Uncle! Uncle!!” He shouted before letting go of the coffee, his body falling to hit the ground. Remy immediately shapeshifted to a taller, adult-human like form in order to catch the child on his arms, giving him a brief hug and safely returning him to the floor as reminiscent giggles still escaped from him.

“Tickling is cheheheating.” Emile proclaimed with a pout, turning his back at them and pretending to ignore both guardians. Janus let the coffee rest on the countertop and flew to the younger’s eye field.

“What if we make a deal? We can help you to make a hot cocoa as a proper apology for our attack. How does that sound?”

Emile’s pout started to disappear. “With magic marshmallows?” He hoped.

“And magic whipped cream.” Remy changed back to his tiniest form, sparkles falling from his sunglasses as he adjusted them. “Just the best to our favorite little monster.”

“I am not a monster, I am the avatar!” Emile’s smile shined bright, gleaming just the perfect amount to melt the coldest heart, the kid bouncing to get his favorite mug from the cupboard, the joy of the delicious treat erasing any pout that one day habited his expression.

“Be careful!” Janus hissed, alarmed. He frowned when a snort came out from his friend’s lips. 

“You’re getting soft.”

“Sorry, sorry, mister ‘anything to our favorite little monster’. You lost your touch.”

“Yeah, but I never tried to deny it.”

“Ssshut up.”

[august-anon]

Are you doing with Emile and Remy, too? If so... What about 3 with them? If not, maybe a Lee!Cute Nerd with Ler!Emo Boi? Oh! And congraaaaats for you 300 followers!! Your fanfics are absolutely lovely and w o n d e r f u l! I love them!

Yeah yeah, I can totally try Emile and Remy! Idk if I quite got their characterizations, but it never hurts to practice lol

Distraction

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): Could be platonic or romantic Remile whatever floats your boat 

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Emile, Ler!Remy

Word Count: 512 words

Summary: Emile slips up and gets a bruise. Remy has just the thing to distract him from the pain.

[ao3 link]

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Emile twirled around their small kitchen as he emptied the now-clean dishwasher, humming aimlessly along to songs caught in his head. He didn’t even notice he had overbalanced until it was too late, his ribcage crashing into the counter after a particularly dramatic twirl where he was trying to reach up to put a cup in the cupboard.

He yelped in pain, dropping the (thankfully, plastic) cup on the counter and reeling back, a hand against his ribs. Remy came rushing in moments later.

“Emile? Girl, you alright?”

Emile plastered on a pained smile. “Oh, I’ll be fine! Just a little bruise, is all.”

Remy frowned. “Let me take a look at it.”

He walked over and carefully lifted up Emile’s shirt to inspect the skin. Once he was satisfied there was no cut from the sharp edge of the counter, he started prodding at the skin.

“Tell me if it–”

Remy didn’t even manage to finish his sentence before Emile squealed and jerked away, bringing an elbow down to protect the sensitive area.

“… hurts. Did I hurt you?”

Emile giggled lightly and waved a dismissive hand, rubbing at his ribs with the other. “No, no! Just a little ticklish is all, don’t worry! I’m okay.”

A predatory grin spread across Remy’s face. “Ticklish, babe?”

Emile giggled again, albeit more nervously. “Yes?” He slowly started backing away.

Remy advanced on him quickly. “I think I know a way to help you forget about the pain.” He said with a grin, tossing his sunglasses onto the counter so they wouldn’t get knocked off during the scuffle.

Emile squealed, but he was quickly pinned against the counter with no escape. “Rem, no!” He giggled as hands started prodding at his waistline.

“What?” Remy asked innocently. “I’m only trying to help!”

Emile didn’t reply, lost in his own bubbly giggles as he tried and failed to protect his ticklish torso. Anytime he managed to get a solid defense on a spot, Remy would glide his hands to another. His ribs, his tummy, his sides, they even spidered up and down his back at one point!

At that one, Emile bent over backwards to lay his back flat against the counter, but that only left his stomach all vulnerable and stretched out for Remy’s wiggly fingers. And, because of the tickling, he couldn’t get the strength to lift himself back up. All he could do was laugh and take it as Remy vibrated his fingers into Emile’s belly, and sometimes directly into the bellybutton itself.

Eventually, Remy had mercy, pulling his fingers away and helping Emile to stand up straight once more.

“You good, girl?” Remy asked, an undercurrent of laughter in his own voice.

Emile nodded, still giggling from the ticklish attack. “Thanks, Remy.”

Remy patted him on the shoulder before shoving him out of the kitchen. “You go chill out, I’ll take it from here.”

Emile nodded his thanks and went to relax on the couch, dozing off to the soft noise of clanking dishes and Remy picking up humming where he’d left off.

[oliviaischillin1204]

t2eb, day 3: “unusual tickle spot”

Emile curled tighter into his boyfriend’s side. One major perk of dating Remy, apart from all of the other perks of dating Remy: naptimes were the best. 

“You comfy, babe?” Remy’s teasy voice cut through Emile’s sleepy haze. He nodded.

“Love cuddling with you,” Emile murmured. “Makes me sleepy.”

He felt Remy grin against his hair. “Want me to do the thing?”

Emile nodded again, closing his eyes and waiting in anticipation until he felt Remy’s pointer finger make contact with his forehead.

Just that one little sensation, that one point of concentrated pressure, was enough to make his breath come out in huffs, which grew to light giggles as Remy trailed his finger in light circles across his soft skin.

“I will literally never get over how cute this is, Emmy,” Remy said, the smile evident in his voice.

“Don’t tease,” Emile whined, scrunching his face as Remy traced between his eyes and down his nose. “’S not nice.”

“Neither am I.”

He swatted at Remy’s chest. “Liar. You’re very nice.”

He heard Remy click his tongue at being called out for being a secret sweetheart, but Emile was mostly focused on melting into the mattress as he felt his boyfriend skim all around his face, from his forehead to his temples to his cheekbones to his chin. It felt good, really good, especially considering Emile was already sleepy and this kind of light, tickly touch was enough to send him straight to sleep.

Until he began stroking a seemingly random spot on Emile’s left cheek, about half an inch away from his mouth, and Emile’s eyes shot open, a shocked laugh escaping him as he jerked his head away from the touch.

“Emile?” Remy asked with concern, but Emile could barely hear it over the ringing in his left ear. He rubbed at the spot with the back of his hand, chasing away the stray tingles.

“That felt- different,” he stammered, a confused smile on his face. “Really different.”

“Good? Bad?”

Emile thought. “Good. Very tickly. So, maybe don’t touch me there? Not while we’re napping, at least.”

Remy’s eyes softened, and his finger resumed his journey, lightly tracing back up to Emile’s forehead. “You got it, sugar.”

Emile could feel his smile widening, and as he snuggled back into Remy’s chest he allowed his eyes to droop closed yet again.

[kanene-yaaay]

THIS IS SO PRECIOUS THAT MY HEART IS MELTING.

GOooosh!!! Gold. Pure g o l d

!!!!

They both are so lovely and cute, and they being absolutely adorable and soft??? My day was blessed!!! Wonderful fanfic! <333

platonic kisses

characters: Remy (Sleep), Emile Picani

pairing(s): queerplatonic aromantic remy/emile (remile?)

summary: Emile, ever the worker bee, is reminded by Remy that relaxing can be lots of fun.

word count: 731

a/n: This takes place in my own universe where Emile and Remy are aromantic and in a QPR! Enjoy! <3

“You’re in quite the predicament,” Remy purred; he gazed down at Emile with a sly smile.

“C’mon, now, Rem, I have paperwork!” Emile tried, shifting in minuscule increments underneath his partner. Remy had him pinned at the waist, and could tell that he really didn’t want to get away.

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[just-your-average-author]

If all the Sanders Sides characters were switches, what percentage of Ler/Lee would you hc them as? (Bonus points if you include Picani and Sleep)

Okay so:

Virgil 60% lee, 40% ler

Roman 25% lee, 75% ler

Logan exactly 50/50

Patton mostly 80% lee, 20% ler (unless he is hyped on caffeine. The other Sides don't let him have caffeine.)

Janus 0% lee, 100000% ler (he ruthless)

Remus 69% lee, 420% ler ("That is statistically imposs- " "Shut up Logan that's what he said I asked him myself)

Picani 40% lee, 60% ler ("It's a form of therapy)

Remy 0% L- wait a minute. ("Remy you lying son of a bitch you're the biggest lee of them all stfu" "AM NOT")

....

100% lee

No further questions.