#Unus Annus tickles

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Normies look awayyyyyy

GOD ethan nestor is such an obvious lee, it KILLS me inside

Y'all remember aaaall the unus annus t-compilations?? Yeah. He's just... asking for it. All the time.

If that wasn't enough evidence, just take a listen to "If Heaven Real... Maybe Half-Pipe?" from the Brain Leak podcast, starting at 01:06:00.......

[gigglz]

i miss unus annus so much-

HE’S SO TICKLISH

anyone else remember this from unus annus? cuz i do. i think abt it normally.

[gigglz]

Throwback to when Mark (Markiplier) and Ethan (Ethan Nestor) had the channel Unus Annus and…

WHYD HE HAVE TO SAY “oh~ ill tickle you alright.” SIR IM-

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No-One Is Above A Smile ~ A Markiplier and Ethan Nestor Ego Fanfic

Hello again! This time we're writing from a fab prompt from @coolm456 featuring not just Unus & Annus, but Darkiplier too! This is a fun one, so without further ado LET'S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler

The primary living room of the ego manor was usually very sophisticated, full of leather furnishings, fine mahogany, with a colour scheme of dark browns, reds, and glimmers of gold. Today it was still sophisticated, but there was more of a monochrome vibe filling the room courtesy of the trio using it as their “hangout” space. Dark was in his favourite armchair, scotch resting on his knee as he let himself relax. Annus was reclined on one of the sofas with his eyes closed, a peel-off charcoal face mask in place. Meanwhile, Unus was sat cross-legged on the carpet with about six blankets covering him, and Dark Chica was laying in his lap and boofing softly for tummy rubs. It was an unusual scene for sure, but this time of decompression was much needed for the trio, just to have a little break from the chaos for once. It was mostly silent other than steady breathing, but every few minutes Unus would snort or giggle as Dark Chica spontaneously licked his cheek or ear. At the sound of his giggle Annus smiled subtly, and Dark raised an amused eyebrow.

‘Having fun Unus?’

Dark asked, and Unus grinned. Today he’d swayed away from his stoic side to his more giddy self, mainly due to having Dark Chica’s attention.

‘Yohour dog is the behest!’

He replied, and Dark Chica immediately boofed and licked at his neck, which happened to be a particularly ticklish spot. Unus scrunched up with a giggle as Dark chuckled and Annus rolled his eyes. The elder of the existential pair sat up on his sofa, peeling his face mask off effortlessly as he smirked.

‘I swear you somehow get more ticklish every day.’

‘I do not.’

‘Yes you do.’

‘No I do no–AH!’

Annus’ fingers darted out to flutter at the back of Unus’ neck, coaxing out yet another torrent of giggles which in turn excited Dark Chica more so she licked one of Unus’ ears. The younger man’s cheeks reddened as he batted Annus’ hand, attempting to clear his throat as he glared up at him. Dark bit back a chuckle as he observed, shaking his head lightly as Annus mocked.

‘I hope I didn’t embarrass you.’

‘Annus I swear I will go for your armpits if you don’t shut up.’

‘Oh my, is that meant to be a threat?’

Annus taunted. Unus appraised him, all stretched out without a care in the world. In a flash Unus suddenly darted his hand out towards one of his armpits in a feint, and Annus suddenly lowered his arms to protect himself, letting out a nervous noise from his throat. Annus frowned as Unus grinned at him, giggling and returning his hands to Dark Chica’s belly.

‘That’s what I thought.’

‘Oh… shut up.’

Unus snickered as a slight smile appeared on Annus’ face. Dark rolled his eyes at the pair of them, amazed that two existential beings such as them could be so endearingly ridiculous and wholesome. He sipped at his drink and remarked amusedly.

‘I had no idea you two were getting so soft.’

Annus raised an eyebrow at Dark as Unus gaped, the two replying in tandem.

‘Excuse me?’

‘We are not soft!’

Unus’ particular indignance made Dark snort as he set down his drink, and Annus narrowed his eyes as the shadowy man replied.

‘And yet those tickle spots of yours suggest otherwise.’

Until that point Dark Chica had been flopped fully horizontally and on the verge of a nap, but hearing the word “tickle” from her dad’s mouth made her perk up. Suddenly she was paying attention, but no-one else quite noticed.

‘Those don’t indicate anything of the kind, everyone has them.’

Annus retorted, and Dark sneered.

‘Do they?’

‘Don’t you?’

‘Oh please.’

Dark chuckled, and Unus and Annus shared a blatantly surprised look at the implication. Was Dark… not ticklish? Both of them racked their shared memories, certain that they’d heard somewhere that Dark was ticklish like every other ego in the manor. And yet… the conviction with which he spoke, the casualness, was undoubtedly very convincing. Unus couldn’t help but gape at him, the idea of someone not being ticklish just baffling him.

‘You can’t be serious?!’

‘I’m always serious, Unus. I’m sorry to disappoint you.’

Dark replied with a little grin, internally crowing at himself at the prospect of actually getting away with this. This had to be the most bold-faced lie he’d told in a while, and the idea that it was actually working rather tickled him, if you’ll pardon the pun. Meanwhile, Unus and Annus felt bamboozled, which was a rare thing for the pair. Dark had been the one to educate them on tickling in the first place, but now they thought about it they’d never seen him getting tickled himself. Could it really be true?

Amidst all of this… Dark Chica’s attention darted from the shocked pair, to her smug dad. Despite her being a supposedly “dark” puppo, she was in fact a very good girl and very smart girl indeed. She was taking in the interaction with far more intelligence than you might think – in fact, she was always able to sense when her dad was telling a sneaky lie. She also remembered hearing the world “tickle”… and everything made sense in her belly-rub-loving brain. So, she figured she’d get in on the fun.

In an instant she’d popped up on her feet, and bounded to Dark whilst wagging her floofy tail. Dark naturally reached out to give her some chin scratches, which she let herself enjoy for a few moments… but then to everyone’s utter shock she chomped down (harmlessly) on one of his shins and pulled him out of his chair onto the carpet! Dark yelped out as he landed on his back with a thump, making Unus and Annus bite back laughs.

‘Wha– Chica?!’

Dark looked at her in disbelief – he knew she was playful, but this was a lot! Dark Chica boofed at him and put a paw of his chest so he couldn’t sit up, before looking at Unus and Annus. The silence made it clear that everyone was confused, until the duo watched her start nudging at Dark’s and neck with her wet nose as Dark spluttered. That was when they realised. She was trying to tell them something very interesting indeed, and Dark had realised it too. He let out a casual chuckle, clearing his throat a little as he tried and failed to sit up.

‘Hah, alright Chica alright, we can play just–’

‘Hold on there Dark, I think Chica’s trying to show us something.’

Annus interrupted, a thin grin on his face as he and Unus shared a devious look… before pouncing together and pinning Dark down properly. Dark Chica barked with excitement, her tail wagging as Dark grunted and struggled and let out a number of vague threats… until Unus started fluttering his fingers down the sides of his neck.

‘What have we here?’

‘Nothing!’

‘Are you sure? Chica seems to think it’s something.’

‘Unus, Annus, let me go!’

He grunted, but the wobbly smile on his face made Unus and Annus share another grin. Dark Chica boofed again, and Annus chuckled as he scratched fondly behind her ear.

‘Is your master lying to us, hmm? Is he ticklish?’

Dark’s face reddened as Dark Chica boofed, wagged her tail harder, and licked Annus’ cheek for good measure. That was all the confirmation they needed. Dark let out another series of grunts, gritting his teeth and trying not to giggle as Unus’ fingers kept fluttering.

‘Unus!’

‘Yeah?’

‘D-Desihist this!’

‘Desist what?’

Dark went to speak again, but ended up snorting and chuckling as the flutters snuck behind his vulnerable ears. He tossed his head weakly, his fresh giggles taking all the heat out of his growl.

‘I’ll gehet yohohou fohor thihihis!’

Unus grinned and snickered, whilst Annus leaned over Dark with a twinkle in his eyes.

‘Did you just threaten my other half?’

Dark couldn’t ignore the chill he got down his spine, Annus’ voice echoing a little in his ears. Then before he knew it, a laugh had exploded out of him as Annus’ hands delved beneath his shirt, scratching swiftly at his sides. Dark jerked and twitched, but his hands were pinned beneath Annus’ knees, and he had no chance of freeing them now.

‘Yehehes! Yohohou wohon’t gehet away wihith thihihis, eheither of yohou!’

He exclaimed, trying to maintain some semblance of a tough façade. Unus giggled as Annus smirked.

‘Somehow that doesn’t fill me with dread.’

Annus continued his scratches as Unus’ fingertips zeroed in behind Dark’s ears, tracing the shells as Dark tried to toss his head even more – he was refusing to admit to himself that he was screwed, even though it was so adorably obvious.

‘Dahamnit gehehet ohohoff mehe!’

‘Aww, this doesn’t tickle does it–?’

‘SHUHUT IHIT!’

Unus snickered at Dark’s outburst as he and Annus continued their tickling, Unus’ fingertips now teasing right behind Dark’s earlobes – an utterly maddening tickle spot, by the way – whilst Annus’ thumbs were massaging circles into the dips of Dark’s fleshy sides. All Dark could do was belly laugh and thrash about, meanwhile Dark Chica was sat and watching with a happy look on her face – though occasionally she did playfully nudge Dark’s shirt or lick his face.

‘Sounds like Chica loves that laughter of yours Dark, I wonder if we can make it louder?’

Annus mused, and started squeezing Dark’s sides rapidly to make him cackle – it got so intense that Unus had to abandon his ears to hold his arms as he tugged at them. Unus had Dark in a half hug, giggling as Dark howled with a red face, his eyes flickering with crimson and blue flashes.

‘AHAHANNUS DOHOHON’T!’

‘Listen to that laugh! I think he’s enjoying that Annus.’

‘I quite agree Unus.’

Dark’s laughter was deep and warm as it reverberated around the room, like his mirth was a mighty opera. His hair was quickly becoming dishevelled as he struggled vainly against the tickling (which he was secretly enjoying, but Unus and Annus didn’t need to know that). It had been quite a while since Dark had been tickled so thoroughly, and honestly? It was even more fulfilling than he’d remembered. Though, Dark couldn’t help but kick as the tickles at his sides grew deeper and more intense, his instinct to wriggle free irresistible.

‘UNHAHAHAND MEHE!’

‘Why should we do that?’

‘BEHEHECAUSE IHI SAHAID SOHO!’

‘Hmm, I suppose that is an option…’

Annus remarked. Then Unus grinned and piped up.

‘Maybe if you admit how ticklish you are we’ll let you go.’

Dark’s lips parted in shock. The audacity of the demand was one thing, but the embarrassing nature of it was what really took the damn biscuit!

‘I would be amenable to that. What do you say Dark, will you confess?’

Thankfully Annus eased up on the tickling for a moment, allowing him to catch his breath, before he spluttered his indignant response. As if Dark would give in so easily!

‘Absolutely not!’

Dark started kicking again in an attempt to escape, though the existential duo didn’t miss the smile he was wearing – the fun of the whole thing was obvious, and they were happy to keep playing. Unus laughed as he hugged Dark’s torso again to try and keep him down as Annus resorted to grabbing at Dark’s legs, his hands gripping his knees and squeezing them… which drew out the most colossal shriek from Dark. There was a moment of silence as everyone looked at each other. Unus grinned, Annus raised an eyebrow, Dark Chica boofed, and a wobbly smile appeared on Dark’s face as he cleared his throat.

‘Annus.’

‘Oh dear, what’s this?’

‘Annus, my friend–’

‘I think I know just how to persuade you.’

‘Annus wait I–AHH! NOHOHONONONO NOHOT THEHEHERE!’

Dark was a hysterical mess in seconds. Gone was any semblance of the smart elegance which hung from his figure every day, for here now he was merely a man whose kneecaps were ticklish as hell. Annus was delightedly squeezing them, pinching them, rubbing them with his thumbs and forefingers as Dark cackled and jerked. Meanwhile Dark Chica had started barking along excitedly and doing tippy-tappies, happy to see her dad laughing this hard. Unus giggled along, giving Dark’s arms a squeeze.

‘I think you’ve got his sweet spot.’

‘Mm so do I, I wonder if he’s considering a little confession yet?’

‘It’s hard to tell, I think we keep this up for a few minutes.’

‘Fine by me.’

And so they did. Five minutes objectively is not such a long time, unless you’re being tickled of course. Then it might as well be five centuries! Dark was helpless as his knees were tickled within an inch of their life, his suit trousers offering no protection as misty grey tears built in his eyes. Eventually he knew he had to do it. He had to admit defeat, though it pained him to even think of it.

‘THIHIHIS IHIS TOHOHORMENT!!’

‘It doesn’t have to be a torment, you know what we wish to hear.’

‘YOHOHOU AHARE EHEVIHIL!!’

‘I shall take that as a compliment.’

Annus smirked as Dark let out yet another howl of laughter… before he finally conceded.

‘ALRIHIGHT ALRIGHT IHIHI’M TIHICKLISH DAMNIT IHI’M TICKLIHIHISH!!’

Unus and Annus shared a satisfied grin, before they released him carefully from their tickly grip. He remained on the carpet, and slowly rolled into his side and tucked his knees up to his  chest as he panted. He closed his eyes for a few moments, his smile lingering as he felt himself start to calm down. When he opened his eyes, and before he could say a word, he was greeted by Dark Chica lying by him on her belly. She licked his cheek, and he huffed fondly.

‘You were absolutely no help.’

She boofed happily and licked his nose, making him laugh as he sat up – naturally she flopped in his lap, earning her some affectionate belly scratches as her tail thumped rhythmically on the floor. Dark looked between Unus and Annus, his eyes narrowed yet warm.

‘You’re both lucky I value our friendship.’

‘And we value yours.’

Annus replied as Unus grinned, before sitting close so he could scratch behind Dark Chica’s ears softly. Dark smiled lightly as he and Annus shared another look… and Dark was surprised to see Annus’ expression turn soft.

‘It’s endearing.’

‘What is?’

Dark asked. Unus and Annus shared another look, and Unus replied.

‘To know you’re as ticklish as the rest of us.’

Dark huffed and rolled his eyes, but nevertheless felt the warmth of the sentiment the existential pair exuded as they all sat there together. It didn’t take long for them to get comfortable in the soothing room with countless blankets, with the sweetest (and most attention-seeking) puppo in existence. They were a dark group indeed, right to each of their cores… but even so, there was no-one there who was above a smile.

WOOOO HOPE YOU LIKED THIS FIC (SORRY IT TOOK A WHILE!) LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOO LUV YOUS!!

[trashyswitch]

Day 6: Chase

Sean and Ethan just finish wrapping up Brain Leak Episode 11, and are ready to play around like the childish people they are. A lot of silliness ensues.

I was up at 1am last night, when I realized I forgot to upload the latest tickletober fanfic. But...I decided to upload it today to make up the difference, and upload today's fanfic as well. So...2 fanfics in 1 day? On accident? Sure. We'll call it that.

I decided to experiment with Sean and Ethan's podcast 'Brain Leak', and had written this back when the tickle scene for Brain Leak episode #11 was being talked about in the community. And honestly...I felt excited to write about these two! I watched a lot of Brain Leak videos to get their friendship interactions correct, so I hope this is accurate. I hope you enjoy!

Here's the link to Brain Leak if you're interested.

Seán got up and turned off the cameras, while Ethan stayed on the couch. “Alright. That’s a wrap for Brain Leak.” Ethan declared into the microphone. 

Seán laughed a bit. “Mic’s off, you know.” He reminded him. 

“Yeah, I know. But it’s funnn!” Ethan reacted dramatically. “You can spin it around, you can swing it back and forth…” Ethan started swinging the mic back and forth, while watching it swing with just his eyes. 

“You are getting sleeeepyyy…” Seán joked. 

To go along with the joke, Ethan leaned himself over and went limp before snoring dramatically. 

This made Seán laugh at him. “Woooow. Sooo sleeeepyyy.” Seán walked around the right side of the couch to the back. He leaned his arms on the back of the couch and started to whisper something to him. “When I snap my fingers, you will say ‘Buddy’ in your silly voice.” Seán said, giggling near the end, which only broke his facade as the hypnotizer. 

Sean’s giggles only made Ethan start smiling and giggling as well. 

“Hey, I didn’t snap my fingers yet.” Seán warned with a bright smile, poking his side. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.” Seán told him. 

Ethan jumped and giggled. “Sohorry, sorry.” He cleared his throat and pretended to be sleeping again. “Okay.” Ethan said quietly. 

Seán snapped his fingers, and waited for Ethan to do his thing. Right away, Ethan lifted his head back up, put on the stupid little signature face, and smiled all childishly. “Buddyyy!” Ethan declared. 

Seán doubled over and bursted out laughing, absolutely loving the Unus Annus reference. “Buddyy!” Seán imitated almost perfectly. 

“Buddyyy!” Ethan declared in his baby voice. 

“Buddyyyy!” Seán imitated, laughing. “God, I think we drank too much giggle juice before this.” Seán admitted. 

“What’s giggle juice again?” Ethan asked. 

“I dunno.” Seán replied. “Probably water.”  

“Ah.” Ethan replied with a laugh. 

Seán hopped back onto the couch. “Okay.” He thought for a moment. “Just to clarify, is it actually true that you can’t do massages?” Seán asked. 

“Yeah. My neck and shoulders are toooo tickly.” Ethan admitted. 

“Meanwhile I can’t even handle being touched.” Seán joked, touching his own right side. 

“Really?” Ethan asked in his ‘eef’ voice. “You can’t handle a little touchy-touchy?” Ethan asked, bringing his wiggling finger closer to Seán’s face.

Seán pushed his hand away. “Don’t even think about it.” He warned. 

“Aww come on, buddyyy.” Ethan said, referencing the Unus Annus quote again. “Not even a poke? Not even a little boop?” Ethan asked before bringing his other hand to his side. 

Seán pushed his other hand away this time. “You touch me, I punch you.” He warned. 

Ethan laughed. “Wohohow.” 

“That’s what’s gonna end up happenin’. You poke me one too many times, and I end up sucker punching you all the way to space.” Seán warned. 

“It’s just a poke.” Ethan told him. “Come on.” Ethan adjusted himself and put up his hands in fists. Only, both his index fingers were up. “Put ‘em up! Fight me!” Ethan teased. 

Seán raised his eyebrows. “Oho, you’re on.” He put up his fists with the index fingers up as well, and put on his game face for the poke war that was about to ensue. 

Seán ended up throwing the first poke. He poked Ethan in the left side, making Ethan double over slightly. “AH- Hey!” Ethan poked Seán’s right side with his left finger, before following it up with a right finger against the left side. 

“Ah fAHCk! You fuckin-” Seán threw his fingers towards Ethan’s sides and unloaded several pokes against him rapidfire. 

On the last poke, Ethan felt more than one finger touch down, which only made him laugh more. “HAHAhaha! Yohou cheater!” Ethan reacted, poking Seán���s right and left side with his index fingers super quickly. But Ethan’s hands would slip out of the fists, and he would end up throwing a few more fingers in. 

Seán fell back onto his butt and laughed, wiggling himself around and attempting to grab at Ethan’s hands. “ETHAHAHAN!” Quickly, Seán tried to take the upper hand. “YOHOHOU BASTArdly little-” Seán pulled Ethan’s arm out from his belly and pulled the childish blondie across his lap. “Gotcha now.” Seán proceeded to cover Ethan’s sides with tickles and squeezes. 

Ethan wheezed and closed his eyes, laughing almost hysterically as he kicked his feet like a little ballerina. While he wiggled around, Ethan managed to turn himself onto his left side with his back facing Seán, which somewhat got him out of an uncomfortable position. Ethan grabbed at Seán’s hands, attempting to pull them away and escape. “HAHAHA! KKKHAHAHAHAHA!” Ethan threw Seán’s hands away from his sides and just barely managed to escape on his feet. “HA! I got out!” Ethan cheered, throwing his hands away. 

Seán got up onto his feet. “Not for long.” He warned. 

Ethan looked at Seán, and quickly saw the mischievous twinkle that filled his eye. Realizing he might be fucked, Ethan sprinted away from him. “YOU CAN’T CATCH MEEEE!” Ethan shouted. 

Seán ran after him. “IS THAT A CHALLENGE?!” Seán yelled back. 

“I DON’T KNOW!” Ethan replied. 

Ethan ran through doors, thankfully having a better understanding of where he was going. Seán had started out following him, but seeing where Ethan was going, Seán quickly noticed a secret little passage he could take and turned to take the detour. 

Ethan turned around and smiled brightly. He had lost Seán! Time to get to the backyard and do some mad stunts! He opened the door to the backyard and ran out, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Ethan ran and slid across the green grass, completely covering his light brown pants in grass stains. 

Ethan made it to the bottom of the hill, and hid behind a tree. He was breathing heavily by this point, which he likely knew may be giving away his position. But he didn’t care. He felt he was hidden enough. He looked around at the yard, and sighed. He was safe now. He can rest. 

By this point, Seán had slowed himself down and was shaking his inhaler. He took a moment to breathe in the medication, and held his breath to let it kick in. He didn’t want to experience an asthma attack while he was simply running around with Ethan. that’d be a sorry reason to end up in the American hospital. When Seán felt physically ready again, he let his breath out and put his inhaler back in his pocket as he resumed walking at a faster pace to find Ethan. 

“Ethan?” Seán called, looking around. “Eeethan?” he called again, turning to look at the other side of the yard. “Eef?” Seán called teasily. 

Then, he heard it. A little Ethan giggle. A contagious Ethan gaggle. There was his clue! Now how to make Ethan giggle all over again… 

Seán thought for a moment, and smiled a bit as he remembered Unus Annus moments again. He remembered Ethan’s failure to say ‘skillet’. And then he remembered the infamous song…

“The dance of Italy!”  Seán sang loudly. 

Ethan gasped and smiled brightly. An Unus Annus song! “WOH-WOH-WOH!”  He loves that one! 

WAIT- DAMMIT! HE TRICKED HIM! HE ACTUALLY TRICKED HIM!

Seán widened his eyes. There’s no fucking way…That WORKED?! Seán sighed and rolled his eyes with a smile as he kept going. “The dance of Italy!” Seán repeated. 

Ethan sighed. “WOH-WOH-WOH!” Ethan replied, giving up and not even caring about being found anymore. 

Seán smirked and noticed a tiny finger hiding behind the tree. He showed off his teeth in his smile and walked closer. “It’s the dance of Italy~!” Seán said. 

“Woh-Woh-Woh??” Ethan said, turning to listen for where his friend was located. 

Seán ran to the tree. “GOTCHA BITCH!” He shouted as he charged at Ethan. “AAAAAAAH!” Ethan yelped as he was successfully tackled to the ground by Seán. 

The moment he managed to keep Ethan under control, Seán started poking the absolute heck out of the man. “Poke war finale!” Seán proclaimed. 

“AAHAHAha! HahaHAHA! OHO! OHOHO GOHAHAD! GAHA- HahAHA!” Ethan cackled, his voice going up and down, and all over the place. 

“A little poke here…” Seán poked his belly button a few times. “A little poke there…” Seán poked at his ribs next. “Ound a leetle poke zhere!” Seán declared in his ‘Henrik’ voice as he poked his right side a few times. 

Ethan tried and failed to push Seán’s hands away. “HAHAHA! Naha- PLEHEASE! Ahaha- Ihi’m SORRYYY!” Ethan reacted. 

“Sorry doesn’t fix how much I can tickle you now that we’re in-person.” Seán reminded him. 

It was here that Ethan started to try and get him back. His pushing hands moved to poking Seán back, specifically going for his right side. “Poke de nerve.” Ethan kept repeating. 

Seán jumped and chuckled, curling in on himself. “Yohou motherfucker.” Seán muttered, resuming his poking. 

Then, Ethan grabbed both his hands and used them to push his friend down. “Poke fight over. ONLY TICKLES!” Ethan covered Seán’s right and left side with endless tickles. 

This made Seán wiggle around and curl up into a ball, laughing involuntarily. “HAHAHA! YOHOHOU BAHASTARD!” He yelled. 

Ethan smiled eagerly. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle-” He kept repeating the word over and over again. 

“SHUHUT THE FUCK UHUHUP!” Seán yelled back at him. 

“Tickle tickle- Hm? Why? Too ticklish for your own good?” Ethan asked in his Eef voice. 

“WHAHAT DO YOU THIHIHINK, AHAHASSHOLE?!” Seán shot back, kicking his feet while still in the fetal position. 

“Would raspberries be too much for you-” Ethan started to genuinely ask. “DON’TYOUFUCKINGDAHAHARE!” Seán warned, pushing Ethan’s head away from him. 

“Ahalright, alright! Fine!” Ethan stopped his fingers and moved away from him. “Too much?” He asked. 

Seán let out a breath and slowly unraveled himself onto the grass. He grunted and sighed. “A little, yeah. But I’ll be fine.” Seán replied. 

Ethan smiled, laid down a couple feet beside him. They hung out outside for a little while longer, chatting about a few different things. They chatted about the next couple days of filming, and chatted about the different topics they may chat about on the podcast. 

Eventually, the boys went back inside and continued their conversations within the walls of Ethan’s home. 

[golbrocklovely]

haven't done one of these in months, so i thought it was the perfect time to bring this back

here’s some of colby’s tweets from 2021.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

~~~~~~~~~~~

April 1 - just wanna make things right

April 4 - happy easter i’m hungover goodnight ?

@/mannymua733: 30 flirty and thriving

happy birthday!!! @/mannymua733: thank you my love!

fan: all manny wants from colby is this (video of colby grinding)

@mannymua733: that’s all i’m asking for colby if this is your b day wish i gotchu

hey if any of you guys have a semi truck could you please run me over with it thanks

@/deefizzy: Can i join the more the merrier !

April 7 - watch the time go by

there’s an angry squirrel in our backyard that tries to kill me every night

April 9 - i can admit that i have big commitment issues when it comes to relationships

April 11 - to the two girls i just met at chipotle … you made my day thank you for lifting my spirits i’m so grateful

April 13 - sometimes life just feels like a big dream to me it’s so hard to explain.

April 15 - who’s your comfort person?

April 19 - it’s hard to find things that excite me as much as they use to and i find that kinda sad. i miss being stoked about every little thing. wanna get that back

learning to let go

no matter what changes in the future .. just know i’ll remember the past

April 20 - i know you don’t believe it but i’d do anything for ya

April 27 - @/ohkailno: when im vaccinated im coming for u @/ColbyBrock

😈

May 2 - i got a PCR test yesterday that literally felt like they were trying to tickle the back of my Cranium

May 11 - fan: So you just gonna leave us hanging like that @/ColbyBrock (photo of him with the caption "it's time")

😏🖤

May 13 - @/katstuartmusic: should i make colby bald

no

May 17 - i hope you’re happy today i love you

May 23 - someone broke into our rental car in San Fransisco and they stole everything. but i’m most upset about my journal i’ve been writing in daily for the past 6 months… all my emotions, memories, details of life just gone. my 2021 story i can’t get back .. i’m heartbroken

@/lukewaale: duuude what :( that's messed up man, i'm sorry it’s all good man 💔 thanks for sayin something. gotta look at the bright side .. everything’s replaceable

May 28 - you can’t miss what you forget

(it's so clear to me now that this man was clearly going thru so much. this is when things really changed for him and how he interacted with us. it's sad to look back on this now)

June 19 - feels good to be back.

June 28 - fan: I FORGOT @/ColbyBrock IS AN UNUS ANNUS FAN SIR EHAT WAS UR FAV VIDEO

the one where they have a staring contest ! hahahah

[teddybearfics]

Hihi!! ^~^

My names Teddy n this is my blog!! I write mainly about SFW tickling but i often do fluff/comfort fics too!! I’m a minor so I do not permit NSFW people interacting with me in such ways!!

I wrote for a whole lot of stuff!! But my main ones right now are Hannibal, Criminal Minds, Scream and FNAF !!

My requests are always open!! I’ll provide a list under the cut of what I write for/what I take requests for !!

Hannibal

Criminal Minds

The Umbrella Academy

Scream 1996

Five nights at Freddys

Miss Peregrines

American Horror Story

BBC Ghosts

Marvels Avengers

Unus Annus

The Walking Dead

[unusannuscrap]

_Unus Annus_

WARNING: This is a tickle fic. Arms tied.

“Today, as you can see by the title, we are figuring out who can last the longest getting tickled.” Mark opened the video.

“This is gonna be torture.” Ethan groaned.

“So over there,” Mark pointed to a fence which Amy angled the camera towards, “we will have our arms tied above our heads and we will see who can last the longest in different spots.”

Ethan gestured to himself as he spoke, “Armpits, belly and sides, and feet.”

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

“Ha! I won,” Ethan exclaimed, “so... you go first.”

They walked over to the fence, and Mark put his arms up. Ethan tied the rope around the top of the fence and around Mark’s wrists. His hands ended up just above his head.

“How ticklish even are you?” Ethan questioned.

“Not like you, that’s for sure,” Mark teased.

“In 3, 2, 1, go!” Amy announced and hit the stopwatch.

Ethan lightly ran his fingers against Mark’s armpits. Mark winced at the sensation and turned his head closer into his shoulder.

“Ooh is this a bad spot? I’m not doing much.” Ethan joked. He began speeding up his fingers, and the quicker he went the wider Mark’s smile grew.

“Don’t hide your laughter,” Ethan continued. He started poking the hollows, and Mark broke. He was laughing now, and tried to bring his arms down. It became harder for him to stay, especially with his arms tied.

“Okay stohahahap!”

Ethan untied his arms and got in place for his turn. “I got you quicker than I was expecting, but I don’t think I can last that long.” Mark had gotten 38 seconds.

He stood the same way Mark had, hands right above his head.

“Ready?” Mark asked with a smirk as he finished the knot he had made in the rope.

“No,” Ethan laughed. “This is so much worse now that I’m standing here.”

“I know right,” Mark chuckled and took a step closer to Ethan.

Ethan pushed Mark away with his leg. “Get away from me!” He giggled.

Mark pushed his leg down and smiled evilly at his friend.

“Annnnd go!” Amy repeated.

Ethan let out a loud squeal as Mark started wiggling his fingers in the hollows of his armpits. “AH! AhahAhaHaHAhahA!”

“Give up yet?” Mark asked as he began more poking.

“I’ll beheheat yohohohou!” Ethan remarked, trying to hold in his laughter the best he could. He was determined to win this round as he didn’t think he’d be able to for the rest.

Mark tilted his head, “You sure?” He started making more sporadic movements.

“YeHeHEhehEs!”

“Amy, what’s the time?” Mark turned his head around to face the camera.

“I’ve got 36, 37, 38, 39!” Amy exclaimed.

“Ha!” Ethan rejoiced.

“I know I’ll beat you at this one so you wanna see how long you can go first?” Mark asked.

“Sure,” Ethan stood catching his breath.

“Ready Ethan?” Amy asked, ready to start the stopwatch.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he sighed.

“And, go!”

Mark started at Ethan’s ribs which caused him to squirm and kick his legs at Mark.

“AhAhaHaHAhA!” he giggled.

“Let’s try your sides,” Mark said. He poked each of his ribs as he moved his hands down right above Ethan’s hips.

Ethan froze.

“Oooh good spot huh,” Mark smiled.

Ethan shut his eyes tight, preparing for the attack on one of his worst spots.

With no hestitation, Mark began spidering his fingers across Ethan’s belly stopping a few times to squeeze his sides.

“SHIHIHIHIT!” Ethan cackled. Out of instinct he fell to the ground.

As soon as he was sitting down in the grass, he realized his mistake. The rope slid down the fence a few feet, but stopped as there was a horizontal bar in the way. Ethan’s arms were now stretched above his head, and he couldn’t move at all.

“Crap,” he breathily whispered to himself.

Mark followed him to the ground, continuing his attack. He was merciless, never giving Ethan a break to breath.

“MAHAHAHAHARK! I- I CAAHAHAN’T- AHAHAHAHA!!”

“Are you done?” Mark’s voice was barely audible next to the high pitched laughter.

“AHAHAHA YEHEHEHES STOHAHAHAP!”

Ethan sat still on the ground catching his breath, head down. “How- long- was- that?”

“47 seconds.” Amy replied.

“Hell yeah,” Ethan said.

“That’s pretty good dude.” Mark untied his wrists. “But I can do better.”

“We’ll see,” Ethan smirked and stood up.

Mark got in place, standing the same way he had before.

“Ready?” Amy asked.

“Yep,” Mark answered confidently.

“Go!”

Ethan began running his fingers across Mark’s belly, poking and squeezing his sides. Mark just smiled slightly, mostly from knowing he would win. Ethan decided to try a bit higher, and went for his ribs. He noticed the higher he went, the more laughter he got from Mark.

“Just- gihihihive uhahahahaup!” Mark giggled.

Ethan realized there was no hope for him here. He gave a few last pokes to each rib, and dragged his nails up and down Mark’s sides until Mark had a longer time than him.

“Time,” Amy said.

“Okay here’s the score,” Mark did jazz hands and made explosion noises. The screen showed it was 1-1.

“Last round,” Ethan stated.

“I’ll go first,” Mark sat down and kicked his shoes off.

Ethan put his arm around Mark’s ankles to lock his feet in place. Ethan glanced behind him to see Mark’s head turned away and his face scrunched up. He smiled at it realizing he might have a chance at winning.

“3, 2, 1, go!” Amy said.

Ethan began dragging his fingertips lightly across Mark’s soles.

Mark held in a giggle, but soon after couldn’t do it anymore.

“Eehehehethan! Stohahahap- NO! AHAHAHA!”

Ethan jumped at Mark’s reaction and looked down to where his hands were. His fingers had ended up right underneath Mark’s toes.

Ethan laughed and started speeding up his hands, scratching the sensitive skin.

“STOAHAHAP! MOHOHOHOVE SPOTS! PLeHEhEheHEse!!

Ethan just laughed at his friend waiting for him to give up.

Mark finally pulled at his legs hard enough to release Ethan’s grip.

“50 seconds!” Amy exclaimed. “That’s much better than I thought you’d do.”

Mark glared at her.

Mark and Ethan switched places. Ethan was feeling a little more confident than he was before.

“And... go!” Amy said.

Ethan was laughing within the first second. “AhaHaHAhaHa MahAhAHark!!”

Mark moved his fingers quickly all over Ethan’s soles. Just like Mark, the closer the tickling got to his toes the worse it was for him.

Mark readjusted so his leg was holding Ethan’s feet down instead of him arm. Now that he had both hands free, he dragged his nails all around Ethan’s toes.

This killed Ethan, “MARK PLEHEHEHEASE!!” He couldn’t take anymore, and somehow found the strength to pull his legs out of Mark’s grip.

He sat there breathing heavily, and giggling from the leftover sensations.

“41 seconds,” Amy told everyone.

“I win!” Mark shot his arms in the air victoriously.

Mark kneeled down next to Ethan who was sitting on the ground with his arms still tied to the fence.

Ethan was trying to end the video, when Mark interrupted by drilling his fingers into Ethan’s sides.

“MAHAHAHAHA- AHAHAHA!”

“Thanks for watching everyone,” he continued to poke all over Ethan’s belly.

“STahAhAHaHaHAhAP!”

“And that’s for losing,” Mark said with a final poke.

Thanks so much for reading!! I hope you liked it! If you have any suggestions for future fics please send me an ask. I love talking to you guys and getting your opinions.

[franklyshipping]

You absolutely give off a vibe that if you were to ever quit writing tickle fics of the egos that you would send it off with a grand finale where EVERYONE gets tickled. Probably by a big viney monster.

I can see the plot being something like Marvin's magic mishaps and one of Henrik's experiements (or an experiment on Marvin's magic) going "horribly wrong" and how each character has their own little perspective of the chaos. And knowing you, you'd add small details the reference someone else's perspective (aka hearing a "manly shriek" followed by the perspective of said shriek). Each perspective of each character and what they were doing before the mishap, like Magnum tying up his boat before being scooped up by a creature similar to Gazooks from Raggedy Ann and Andy. Or Dark doing paperwork, his mind numbing as he reads over the numbers as Wilford bugs him to get up and stretch. Dark finally snaps after a playful poke and pins Wilford to the wall with a growly growl "You're about to stretch in a minute" followed by both also being grabbed by the monster.

The jims were doing brotherly twin activities with Eric, roughhousing with him. Both Jims get him pinned and are just about to get him. Eric closes his eyes, too flustered to watch but nothing happens. Surely it's an anticipation trick, but he falls for it. He peeks an eye open and reporter jim is no longer straddling his thighs. Camera jim ran off to rescue his brother and gets captured. Eric attempts to run off to get help and of course, gets captured as well.

Googles were probably in the middle of maintenance. Bing was doing a sick trick where he's doing a handstand on top of a ramp. Anti and Jamie were planning their next prank and it goes "horribly wrong" in the sense that it was rudely interrupted by the monster (they probably duct taped Chase to the wall and were just about to get him out. Poor chase doesn't even need to be scooped up!)

Robbie was being a little assistant for Shawn and in an attempt to show affection, he paints one of Robbie's cheeks to make him giggle. He goes back to work and finds something is brushing against his cheek. In a comedic turn of events Shawn thinks it's Robbie trying to get him back, only to discover it was in fact a paint brush like tendril/vine. Hijinks ensue.

Yancy was on facetime with Murderslaughter who is NOT helping the situation at all, telling the beast to aim for his ribs and teasing him about going soft if he couldn't handle one monster when he was used to 20 or.more hands grabbing him at a time. The beast proceeds to grow more appendages to get Yancy.

Jackie and Silver were probably practice sparring with each other for training as Host, Yandere, and Dr. Iplier watch. Jackie 80 percent of the time is able to pin Silver down, but Host keeps resetting their positions either way, getting a kick out of Jackie's determination and playful annoyance. Dr. Iplier is watching their vitals, superhero stamina is such an interesting thing, especially since this sparring has been going on for hours and only starting to get a little tired. Yandere is there to cheer on and shout out fighting manuevers, planning to have both heroes tuckered out before attacking themselves. They then just barely hear Host's narration murmurs, something about a monster about to interrupt their sparring. Couple of seconds later and bam, all 5 of them are captured and just their luck, the two superheroes are also captured and too weak to pry off the appendages

Illinois is the only one who almost got away. Almost. His overwhelming luck allowed him to not get captured. Until he ran into Actor who thought it'd be funny to throw him into the chaos. Actor was just about to walk away when Ben got captured. Some would say Actor would have just left him, but he was fulled by jealousy because no one messes with his butler but him!

Unus and Annus were in the middle of a séance for fun to see what would happen. They think they caused the monster to appear.

And that's all the ones I could think of. Obviously I would never ask you for such a big feat. But you defo give off the vibe that if you ever quit writing fanfics, you'd give one hell of a last hurrah!

YOU DAMN FUCKIN BET I WOULD HOLY SHIT THIS IDEA IS SO COOL - I'm not at the point of stopping outright yet as I still have prompts to fulfil, but you have correctly identified My Vibe for a finale 😆💜

[trashyswitch]

Madness In the Rage Cage

Mario rents out a Rage Room in downtown Brooklyn, so he, Luigi and Peach can destroy anything they want to. Though nervous, Peach and Luigi attempt to try out this 'rage room' activity, and end up getting even more invested than Mario ever anticipated.

Totally didn't spend from 8pm till 12:30am writing this fanfiction...Tooootally not me! But in all seriousness, I was so inspired, I just HAD to write a fanfiction on this! I couldn't NOT do this! That was just not an option! And honestly, I was having so much fun writing this fanfic, that I didn't even think tickling was needed! So...this will be the second normal fanfiction that I've written on this account.

This fanfic was greatly inspired by both Game Grumps' video on rage rooms from 2 months ago, as well as Unus Annus's old Rage Room video. Memento Mori, and I hope you all enjoy!

Luigi put on the orange helmet and tightened it up. “I feel like a wrecking crew member.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario laughed as he helped Luigi tighten it a slight bit more. “We kind of are, in a way.” Mario replied. 

“So…What’s the point of this ‘rage cage’ place?” Peach asked. 

Mario chuckled. “It’s supposed to be a place where you can release all your anger in a safe environment.” Mario told her. 

“Huh…” Peach looked at Luigi. “And you wanted to do this?” Peach asked. 

“Eeeh…” Luigi zipped up the white onesie cover. “Mario insisted I try it out.” Luigi told him. 

“Because I know you’re gonna enjoy it.” Mario told him. 

“And I couldn’t bring power ups because…” Peach asked. 

“Because it could be considered cheating.” Mario admitted, before knocking on Luigi’s helmet to tell him it’s ready. 

Luigi put the face shield over his helmet. “Plus, we don’t know if something we hit is going to ricochet and hit us back, or make us bounce back into the wall.” Luigi added. 

Peach nodded as she zipped up the white, baggy onesie for the room. “Alright.” Peach said. “But still…This had to be expensive.” Peach admitted. 

Mario shook his head. “Don’t worry. We covered the costs.” Mario told her. “We’ve been saving up for a fun activity like this for a while now.” Mario added. “And considering how much we had saved, this is nothing.” Mario finished. 

Luigi chuckled and put the face shield onto Mario. “There.” Luigi said. “No going home with glass in your eyes.” Luigi let him know. 

“Thanks!” Mario said, chuckling at Luigi’s words. “You two ready?” He asked Luigi and Peach. 

Peach put on her face shield and smiled. “I think so.” Peach replied. “But how much time do we have to smash?” Peach asked. 

Luigi smiled. “An hour.” Luigi replied. 

“...That’s it?” Peach reacted. 

Mario laughed. “The sessions were in 30 minute intervals. And considering there were three of us, I figured 30 minutes wouldn’t be enough time.” Mario admitted. “An hour will feel a lot longer than it is. I promise.” Mario finished.  

Mario led the way, heading out of the locker rooms and walking to the room they would be smashing things in. After the employee explained the ground rules of the rage cage, they were sent in for the session. “The first 30 minutes starts…NOW.” The person clicked the timer before closing the door. 

Peach took a quick scan of the stuff that were in the room. There were several plates and glasses on the side table. There were also several different types of electronics on the ground and on black tables in the room. There were even a bunch of weapons leaning against the one wall. 

“Whoa…” Peach muttered. 

“Hey Mario!” Luigi said, picking up the baseball bat and gently throwing it vertically to Mario. “Batter up!” Luigi added. 

Mario grabbed the bat midair, and drew it back behind him. Luigi threw a plate over at his brother, and watched as Mario swung at the plate, smashing it to tiny pieces. “WOOOO!” Mario cheered, raising the baseball bat in the air with both his hands. 

“Nice one!” Luigi reacted. 

Peach walked up to the wall, which had several weapons hung up against it by nails on the wall. She wasn’t sure which one to choose at first…but then the sledgehammer caught her eye. She picked it up, and held it with both her hands with shock. “What is THIS?!” Peach asked with a big smile on her face. 

“It’s a sledgehammer.” Mario told her. “It’s like a hammer, but with a really long handle. You use two hands with it.” Mario added. 

Peach looked around at the items, unsure what to hit. “Hmm…” She mumbled. She looked at the boxy black thing that was on the ground, and knocked on the top of it with her knuckles. “What is this?” She asked. 

Mario smirked. “It’s a printer.” Mario told him. 

Peach drew back the sledgehammer. 

“Hold on!” Luigi yelled. 

Peach froze, before putting down the sledgehammer. “Yeah?” She asked. 

Luigi picked up the printer and put it on the table. He backed up, and smiled a bit. “I figured you wanted it higher up.” Luigi admitted. 

Peach nodded. “Thank you.” She replied with an innocent smile. And within a second, her innocent smile snapped into a face full of rage as she let out a war cry and absolutely unloaded the sledgehammer into the top of the printer!

Mario shielded his face with his hand, backing up a bit. “HOLY-” 

“RAAAAAH!” Peach smashed the sledgehammer into the top of the printer again! “COME ON!” Peach shouted, slamming the sledgehammer into the printer one more time and causing a huge dent in the middle top part of the printer. 

Luigi looked at Mario with growing fear on his face. 

Mario chuckled at Luigi’s face. “What? Are you picturing yourself as the printer?” Mario asked. 

Luigi bit his lip. If he wasn’t picturing it before, he certainly was now. 

A couple seconds later, Peach put down the sledgehammer somewhat gently before picking up the printer and throwing it against the wall! The printer busted against the wall, bouncing around before skidding across the floor. 

Then, Peach turned around, put her hands on her hips and smiled brightly, and almost innocently at the boys. “This is fun!” Peach reacted. 

Mario smiled with shock and amusement on his face. “Alright. Note to self: Don’t piss off the princess.” Mario joked. 

Peach tilted her head. “You didn’t know that before?” Peach teased. 

Mario put his hands up in arrest before handing Luigi the baseball bat. “Time to see what you’re made of, Lu.” Mario told him, grabbing a plate.

Luigi looked at the bat, and tapped it on the ground. “Are you sure about this?” Luigi asked, a little nervous. 

“You’ll be fine! It’s just like little league baseball…just with a large plate, instead of a tiny ball. Swing the bat when the plate gets close enough.” Mario told him. 

Luigi nodded and drew back the bat. When Mario threw the plate, Luigi swung at it, breaking the plate with the baseball bat midair and making glass shards explode within a 360 degree radius!  Luigi flinched and covered his head instinctively, while Mario laughed. “Wow! I see you’ve kept up your batting skills.” Mario reacted. 

Luigi looked at Mario with a smile, mixed with slight nervousness. “That was…nerve-wracking.” Luigi admitted. He held out his hand with a chuckle. “I’m shaking.” Luigi showed him with a giggle. 

“That’s good! That means the adrenaline is kicking in.” Mario told him. “And remember, you’re wearing safety equipment. You’re not gonna get hurt.” Mario told him. 

Luigi bit his lip, unsure. “I don’t know…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario picked up another plate. “Just give it another shot.” Mario offered, holding up the blue plate. 

Luigi let out a long breath before he hit the bat against his heels like a traditional batter. 

“Come on, Luigi!” Peach cheered. “You can do it!” 

Luigi chuckled a bit as he drew his bat back again and focused on the plate. When Mario threw the plate to him, Luigi squeezed his eyes shut and swung the bat. The bat destroyed the plate midair, breaking the plate into bigger-sized chunks. The bat also happened to knock the plate into the wall, where it smashed into even more tiny pieces! 

Luigi gasped. “WHOHOHOOA!” Luigi shouted. 

“WOOHOOOOO!” Peach cheered, clapping her hands with pride. 

“Now how was that?!” Mario asked. “Was that better?!” 

Luigi looked at Mario with the biggest, most energetic smile on his face. “That was AWESOME!” Luigi shouted, jumping up and throwing his fist into the air.

Mario laughed and patted Luigi’s shoulder. “I knew you’d enjoy it.” Mario replied. 

Peach looked at the other weapons, and grabbed a golf club. “I didn’t know a golf club counted as a weapon.” Peach admitted. 

“Wanna try it out?” Mario asked. 

Peach nodded and looked around at the other things that were in the room. She looked at the computer screen, and smirked. She drew the golf club back like a baseball bat. “FOOOORE!” She smashed the computer screen, causing a huge crack in the screen. 

Luigi chuckled and picked up a large wrench off the wall. “Hey Mario…” Luigi said with a big smirk. 

Mario gasped and took the wrench from Luigi’s hands. When Luigi backed up, Mario swung it around a bit, and wiped away a slight bit of dust from the wrench. “Oh HECK YES!” Mario yelled. He turned around and looked at the unplugged clock that was on the groundnearby. “Hey! Don’t like what time it is?” Mario asked, picking up the clock. He threw the clock in the air, readied his wrench and demolished the digital clock midair. “TIME IS AN ILLUSION!” Mario shouted, before crumbling into laughter. 

Peach bursted out in hysterical laughter. 

Mario picked up a big beer bottle. “Tired of your uncle drinking too much beer?!” Mario asked. He threw it against the wall, making it smash into tiny bits. “GO TO REHAB!” Mario shouted. 

Luigi wheezed and doubled over, laughing his head off. Then, he looked over at a small flip phone that was on the table. He picked it up. “Tired of those awful telemarketers?!” Luigi asked, before throwing it up and blasting his baseball bat into the flip phone. “GET A REAL JOB!” Luigi shouted. 

Mario wheezed and cackled super loudly. “Ohoho myhy gohohod! Buhut telemarketing IS a real job!” Mario reacted. 

“Not in my book.” Luigi shot back. 

Mario looked over at Peach with a smirk. “Does anything ever piss you off?” Mario asked. 

Peach smirked and picked up the sledgehammer again. “You ever feel proud of yourself because you’re in first place in a race? Only to get hit by a blue shell and knocked completely off the track?” Peach asked before drawing the sledgehammer back. “And then you just wanna go-” She smashed the sledgehammer into the top of an old-fashioned stereo. “AAAAAAAUGH!” Peach smashed the stereo one more time, for good measure. “DAMMIT!” Peach screamed as loud as he possibly could. 

Mario fell over and absolutely HOWLED with newfound laughter! “OHOHO MY GOD YEEEHEHEHESS!” Mario cackled. 

Luigi watched with growing fear on his face once again…accompanied by a nervous smile. “Wow…” was all Luigi could say at that point. 

“Okay. New challenge:” Mario picked up a couple plates. “What is the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?” Mario asked before handing them the plates. “Say the stupid thing, and then throw the plate.” Mario told Peach and Luigi. 

Luigi smirked. “Okay. You go first.” Luigi told Mario. 

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “Alright.” He readied himself and cleared his throat. “The earth is flat!” Mario said before smashing the plate against the wall. “IT IS CLEARLY NOT! THERE ARE MILLIONS OF PHOTOS DISPROVING THAT!” Mario shouted afterwards. 

Luigi laughed at his words before looking over at Peach. “You go next!” Luigi told her. 

Peach smirked. “Let’s rule the world together! Will you marry me?!” Peach threw the plate onto the floor. “I WILL NEVER MARRY YOU, BOWSER!” Peach screamed. 

Mario tittered and laughed. “Ohoho gosh! You tell ‘em!” Mario reacted. 

Luigi nodded and cleared his throat. “I don’t deserve love.” Luigi threw the plate at the wall. “THAT IS SO UNTRUE, IT SHOULD BE A GOD DAMN CRIME.” Luigi shouted. “YOU ARE LOVED, YOU ARE WORTHY, AND WHOEVER TELLS YOU OTHERWISE SHOULD DIE ALONE IN A PIT.” Luigi finished. 

The room went completely silent. It was so quiet, one could easily hear a pin drop. The only sound you could somewhat hear was Luigi’s heavy breathing. And even THAT was somewhat muffled by the shield. Peach and Mario were staring at Luigi, completely thrown off guard by Luigi’s unusually personal response. Mario stared at Luigi with awe. Everything in him was aching to say something. “I….” Was all that came out of his mouth. Even if Mario wanted to say something…what was he supposed to say? 

Luigi turned to look at Mario. “Sorry…was that too personal?” Luigi asked with slight worry on his face. 

Mario was taken aback. “No! No no no, it wasn’t. But…” Mario struggled to think. “That was just…not the answer I was expecting from you.” Mario admitted. 

Peach looked at Luigi with worry, before placing her gloved hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” Peach asked. 

Luigi looked over at Peach, and nodded his head. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Luigi said back. “Sorry to make it personal.” Luigi apologized. 

Mario shook his head. “No. I…think you had the best answer out of all of us.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi tilted his head. “Really?” 

Mario nodded. “Yeah! There are millions of people who still believe they don’t deserve love. And unfortunately, no matter how much they’re told otherwise, they still believe it.” Mario said. 

Luigi nodded. “Yup. I wish I could punch every person that told those people that they didn’t deserve love.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario sighed and chuckled dryly. “I know what you’re trying to say, but…” Mario shook his head. “That’s billions of people. And millions of assault charges against you.” Mario reminded him with an awkward laugh. 

Luigi chuckled. “Yeah…that’s true.” Luigi muttered. 

Mario picked up the baseball bat and handed it to Luigi. “How about we smash something I know has REALLY pissed you off.” Mario offered. 

Luigi looked at the bat, before looking at Mario. “What is it?” Luigi asked. 

Mario smiled and opened the door. “Be right back.” He told him before leaving. 

Luigi looked at Peach with confusion. But Peach looked equally as confused. They had no idea what Mario was going to bring into the room. But…knowing Mario, it was going to be something good. “Hey Luigi?” Peach called, picking up something off the wall and holding it in her hand. “Wanna break something with an iron skillet?” Peach asked, holding the skillet like it was nothing. 

Luigi giggled and nodded his head. He hung up the baseball bat before grabbing another skillet that was on the wall. With that in hand, he looked around for something else to smash. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Luigi to find something that was already partly smashed up, but still had more pain to go through: The printer from earlier. 

Luigi placed the printer back onto the table, and brought the skillet behind his head. “EAT PAN, PRINTER!” Luigi shouted as he destroyed the printer with the skillet. 

Peach cheered and waved her fists in the air. “DESTROY IT!” Peach shouted. 

Luigi swung the skillet down. “YAAAAAAH!” Luigi shouted as it made contact with the printer. He drew the skillet back one more time, let out a strong, rage-filled battle cry before completely flattening the rest of the printer with the side of the skillet. Luigi breathed somewhat heavily with a smirk as he dusted off the side of the skillet. “You just got Luigi’d.” He declared proudly. 

Peach wheezed and fell over, laughing her heart out. “WOHOHOW! Are there cameras in here?” Peach asked, looking around the room. She smiled brightly as she saw the tiny camera in the top right corner of the room. “Yes! There is!” Peach reacted, pointing to it. 

“Oh! I guess there are. Hello!” Luigi reacted, waving to the camera. 

“Mario’s gonna want to see your frying pan action on video.” Peach told him. “Do you think we can get that saved on a DVD?” Peach asked. 

A little beeping sound filled the room for a moment. “Sure! We can certainly do that! Better yet, we can put it onto a USB key so you can save it on a computer!” The voice of the employee told them through the speaker. 

“Awesome!” Peach reacted. “Cause Mario’s gonna regret missing out on seeing that.” Peach mentioned. 

Luigi chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “Yeah…” Luigi mumbled. 

Right on cue, Mario opened the door and closed it behind him. “Okay. I got it.” Mario said. He turned around and went to grab a table, when he noticed that the printer looked even more beat up than it was before. “Wait…” Mario looked at Luigi, who was hanging the skillet back up on the wall. “Did you do this, Luigi?” Mario asked. 

Luigi giggled. “Yeah, I did.” Luigi replied. 

“Aw man…” Mario reacted. 

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll have it on video for you after the hour is up.” The employee told them through the speaker. 

Mario smiled brightly. “Can’t wait to see it.” He added as he walked up to the table.

“Also, the typewriter will be added to your bill at the end.” The employee added. 

Luigi raised an eyebrow. “Typewriter? What-” Luigi widened his eyes as he saw the big, bulky black typewriter get placed onto the black table by Mario. “YOU DID NOT…” Luigi shouted with a growing grin on his face. 

Mario chuckled and swiped his hands free of the dust. “You remember how much those reports and essays pissed you off in high school?” Mario asked. “Especially when you made 1 little mistake, and had to redo the whole thing all over again?” Mario added. 

Luigi quickly removed the skillet off the wall again and looked at the typewriter with the most villainous, adrenaline-filled face Mario had ever seen on Luigi. 

“Count me down.” Luigi told them enthusiastically. 

Mario and Peach looked at each other with slight worry on their faces, before smiling nervously and doing as he said. “3…” Mario said, putting his hand into his pocket.

“2…” Peach said next, growing more excited. “1…” Mario said, clicking ‘record’ on his camera. 

“GO!” Peach shouted. 

Luigi let out the loudest, strongest, most rage-filled cry he could possibly muster as he threw the skillet down onto the typewriter. The typewriter keys smashed, the ribbon cover fell off, and the whole typewriter actually bounced up a couple inches post-impact. 

Mario had to cover his mouth to prevent from screeching with shock and excitement. 

And Luigi was far from done! He used every ounce of strength in himself to turn the stupid typewriter into a mess of broken parts. 

“AAAAAAAH!” 

<SMASH!> “STUPID!-” 

<CLANG!>

“PIECE!-” 

<CRUSH!>

“-OF CRAP!” Luigi shouted loudly, before unloading one more destructive smash onto the typewriter. The best part about the typewriter was how durable it was…meaning Luigi needed to put a lot of strength and dedication into its destruction. 

And boy, did he ever deliver! To the point where Mario was in awe! The man had NEVER, EVER seen Luigi so filled with bumbling rage! This was the type of rage that not even Jack Nicholson was capable of showing on screen! And here was his timid, emotional, younger brother…completely losing his shit against a typewriter with a goddamn iron skillet of all things! 

And the skillet wasn’t the only weapon he used. Luigi would switch out weapons occasionally, to get a new type of smash out of the experience. Every hit felt like a new revelation for Mario. Luigi was capable of much more anger than even he himself could ever show! It was INSANE! 

Meanwhile, Peach was having the time of her life, just watching Luigi unleash his years-long, pent-up anger! She was screaming, cheering, shouting and jumping around, losing her mind as she watched Luigi destroy this ‘typewriter’ thing. 

Several smashes later, and Luigi was dripping with sweat and almost wheezing amidst his heavy breathing. Mario almost felt bad seeing Luigi push himself beyond his limits. So, Mario stopped the recording and put the camera into his pocket, before taking the skillet from Luigi. “Here…” Mario brought Luigi to a chair and took off the shield for a moment. “Cool yourself off.” Mario told him. 

“This…” Luigi let out a long breath, before laughing breathlessly. “This was the best idea you have ever come up with.” Luigi told him. 

Mario smiled brightly upon hearing that. “Thank you, Luigi.” Mario told him. “Now take a big break. I’m gonna make sure I get some smashing in too.” Mario told him. 

Luigi tittered and said something under his breath. 

Mario paused for a moment, and turned to look at Luigi. “What did you say?” Mario asked. 

Luigi wheezed. “Ihi said ‘that’s what she said’.” Luigi declared. 

Mario widened his eyes in shock and guffawed, covering his mouth. “HAHAHA! Ohoho gohohod…Cohohome ohohon, Luigi!” Mario laughed. “Seheriously?!” Mario asked. 

“It made you laugh. You know it did.” Luigi reminded him. 

Mario sighed and pushed Luigi’s head and helmet away, before walking back to the destruction room. “Okay.” Mario picked up his trusty wrench, and smirked as he looked at the typewriter. “My turn.” Mario declared, before smashing the wrench into the typewriter. Mario would also end up picking up the glass cups that were nearby,  and making towers out of them. He would break the glasses a couple at a time with the wrench, before knocking the glass off the table. Break a few glasses, remove glass. Break a few more glasses, remove the glass. And after about 10 minutes, Luigi would join back and start destroying things all over again. Peach would end up putting the skillet to good use too. It ended up being the best ‘vacation’ they could’ve ever asked for. Who the heck needs Cuba, Hawaii or Paris, when you could have printers, glasses and typewriters to smash in your local Rage Cage?! 

Oh! And before you go, I wanted to let you know: The Rage Cage is a real place in Brooklyn, where you can smash and destroy things to your heart's desire! It's by appointment only and you can book 30 minute sessions based on how many people you're doing it with, and how much stuff you wanna break. Though this fanfic will not be entirely accurate, it still gives a general jist of what is involved in these rage rooms.

[pebblee-penguin]

ANOTHER ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE UA TKL FIC 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Unus Annus fic

AN: First fic on here! Decided to make a tickling fic for Unus Annus before the channel goes away. This fic is platonic or queerplatonic. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Mark and Ethan are filming an endurance test video and for one of the rounds, Ethan decides to do a slightly childish method of getting Mark to crack and it works. However Ethan forgets that Mark is always one for revenge.

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[orientfool]

I’ve been thinking about Unus Annus a lot lately so I made this movie poster. Enjoy.

[morgsticklee]

Annus being tickled, just cause he is a wonderful ego who deserves ALL THE TICKLES! 

[happyandticklish]

Do you write for Unus Annus?

No, sorry. I haven't actually seen any of the Unus Annus stuff, I just know who Ethan and Markiplier are from other videos.

[bug-puppy]

“I got a bullet allergy!” made me fucking cackle.

[pebblee-penguin]

HOW HAVENT I SEEN THIS FIC BEFORE K KSHDHKSJD

_Mark, Ethan, Tyler, Bob, and Wade_

Mark, Ethan, Tyler, Bob, and Wade decide to do another Don’t Laugh Challenge, but this time they’re allowing touching.

WARNING: Tickle fic

“Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome back to the Don’t Laugh Challenge. I’m joined by Ethan, Tyler, Wade, and Bob.”

They each entered frame as their names were called.

“But this time,” Mark continued, “we’re allowing touching. However, each of us can only use that power once. Once we touch someone, we can’t do it again in another round, so use it carefully!”

The video was zoomed in on Mark, Tyler, Wade, and Bob. “Alright guys,” Mark said to the camera. “Ethan just went to the bathroom so we’re gonna come up with a plan to make him laugh.”

“What if we all tickled him at once?” Tyler asked. “We wouldn’t be able to do it again but it’d be really funny.”

“I like it,” Bob said, “but what if we do some bad jokes at the beginning so he’s not expecting it.”

“Yeah,” Wade agreed. “We can act like we’ve about given up, and then attack.”

Everyone smiled at this and nodded their heads, just in time for Ethan to get back.

“Ethan you wanna go first?” Wade asked.

“Sure, mate,” Ethan responded in his British accent.

The four of them shuffled around behind Ethan, looking through the props. Mark and Tyler walked to the right of Ethan, Mark wearing his white top hat and Tyler wearing a black tie.

“Memento mori,” Tyler stated.

“Annus Singulos,” they said in unison.

This almost broke Ethan, but somehow he kept it together while everyone else laughed. Which was great for their plan.

Bob and Wade went, but neither of them got Ethan either. At this moment they all nodded at each other for their plan to go into action.

“We have one more thing and if we can’t get you with this, you win.” Mark told Ethan.

“I really doubt you’ll get through this though.” Wade said and everyone smirked.

This worried Ethan a little, but he was determined. He had gotten through everything else, there’s no way he’d loose now!

But he couldn’t be more wrong.

Wade stood behind Ethan and grabbed both of his wrists, holding them above his head. Ethan pulled on his arms slightly, but Wade was pretty strong. He was stuck.

Oh no.

Tyler, Mark, and Bob walked in front of Ethan. They began wiggling their fingers and moving closer to him.

Ethan’s eyes went wide and he tried to kick at them and cover his stomach with his legs. He was already smiling and giggling quietly.

Tyler started scratching at his ribs while Bob began poking all over his sides.

Ethan spat out the water immediately and tried to pull his arms away from Wade’s grasp. He couldn’t escape, so he stood there laughing.

“Stahahap!” Ethan protested.

“What’s wrong Giggles?” Mark teased. “We aren’t doing much.”

This made Ethan blush and his giggling increased.

Mark smiled at him. Ethan’s laugh was pretty cute and he had to admit, it was fun tickling him.

Mark slowly brought his arms up to tickle Ethan’s armpits. He rested his fingers against the skin, waiting for anticipation.

Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, knowing what was coming.

Finally, Mark dragged his nails around and pressed his thumbs into the hollows.

Ethan shrieked with laughter. He stumbled over and fell on the couch to the left of the camera. His four friends continued their attack, now more aggressively.

“GUYS! AHAHAHA! STOHAHAAAP!”

Ethan had curled up into a ball on the couch, trying to protect himself as best he could. He had his arms glued to his sides, trapping Mark’s hands at his armpits and ribs.

“MAHAHARK STOP!”

“You have to move your arms away then!” Mark teased.

“I- HAHA! CAHAHAN’T!” Ethan squealed.

“Well then I guess you’re stuck like this forever,” Mark shrugged.

For another minute Ethan got tortured by his friends, almost forgetting about the camera.

(I really hope you guys got my joke about Annus Singulos lol)

Thanks for reading!! I’m so sorry this took so long to get written. I didn’t feel like writing for a while, so half of it was just kinda sitting in my drafts for a month lol