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!!!!
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closed starter to: @shivesposito
location: benito one - little italy
THE HEAVY AROMATICS of garlic and genuine olive oil were fragrant to the point of near intoxication amongst the mood lighting of the restaurant. Even in the broad daylight of a mid-afternoon lunch, there was a certain muted atmosphere held in here. As if all the traffic outside these doors melted away, and Severin had chosen this restaurant very specifically for his meeting with Shiv. As he did with every meeting and every interaction with the mayor’s chief of staff. Everything spoken to her had to be carefully chosen to deliver the exact message he intended to, and he had to move with her, as tide does to shore, to ensure he was always getting one step closer.
His assignment had been that of longevity. After all, building and securing trust took a long time. In Shiv’s case—years. She had been one of the harder targets to crack. Amongst the few people he was spying on in the city, she’d been the one to need the most patience, and she truly had given him a run for his money. She was observant, in ways that he could find glimmers of himself within her as she looked around. And for that, she’d become a challenge. But he would be lying to himself if he’d have said she hadn’t begun to grow on him. As were the terms of his contract, getting emotionally involved was messy, but it was moments like these where he might negotiate with himself. What his true motives were when inviting her out to lunch. Was it to coax information from her? Or was it to spend time with her. He might convince himself it was always the former; the truth tended to linger in the darker, more untouched areas of his psyche.
He had priorities, ones of federal nature... but he was still human, at the end of the day. Sitting across from a woman with such authenticity as Shiv, and having to play the role of Joseph, it was no easy feat.
“Have you decided yet? The waitress tried to sell me on their carbonara before you got here... I’m not sure whether that’s a good sign or a bad one,” he quipped, lifting a brow in her direction. “Why don’t you just order for me, miss Italiana? I trust your judgment more than my own.”
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Send 💀 for a drabble where my muse witnesses your muse’s death.
It.
It was just supposed to be like every other day, dull and boring before going into the woods. A routine. No surprises.
Not this.
Not THIS!
The man who he was supposed to marry had announced he had a gift for him. It brought a sinking feeling to his stomach. That man had given him many a horrid gift, attempts to remind him of his place. Some he'd turned on that bastard, but this.
Being taken to the balcony and immediately being grabbed as the sight of purple scales came into view. Making the prince lurch, an attempt to launch himself before being restrained. His heart thundering in his ears, the fear and tears so evident. Writhing in the harsh grasp, feeling it bruising his ribs and forcing his arms to grind into his sides.
His focus was on the naga, hardly hearing a word the brute of man had to say. Still breathing.
But barely.
Bloody, battered, beaten, and broken.
Pinned to wooden boards like a display insect, patches of torn away scales, snapped spikes, forcibly twisted for his chest gem to be visible along with parts of his back. They'd been cutting at him, gashes around his gem. A few over his gut.
He struggled as his ex-betrothed and his cohort carried him down. Something he deserved. Something that had been coming. The bastard kept taunting and talking, crouching beside Vincent, snatching one of his horns to yank his head up and back. Bringing a dagger to his throat.
The prince would scream.
He begged.
"Please. Please, don't kill him. I'll do anything."
He pleaded.
"I'll cease my games, please! Don't hurt him."
He was desperate. He'd do anything. He swore to it. Willing to lose so much. Hardly hearing the hushed protest of the naga. The vile man feigned to listen, even demanding.
"No more nonsense, you become mine, promise that. And I'll let him go."
"Yes! I promise! I swear it. Please!"
The man would chuckle, retracting the blade for a moment, "good. Good. Then you won't be needing this."
Thrusting it down into Vincent's chest and wretching it up, making the prince scream and thrash. Tears burning as the naga gave a severely weakened squirm and attempt to writhe only to wither. Crimson liquid coated so much of the ground and wood, seeping between cracks and seams.
The bastard pulled out the dagger before purposefully striking at Vincent's gem. Causing sparks and spasms, as he dug it back into him. Taking joy in the despair and distress.
Eventually shoving the dead naga away from himself, queueing to his cohort to drop the prince.
A lesson so he wouldn't misbehave ever again.
Crawling to Vincent's side as they left, his breaths shaky and rasped from from his crying and screaming. Hovering his hand over the naga as he continued to sob. Apologising and pleading. Begging for this to be just another nightmare. A fear fueled nightmare.
A very lucid nightmare. That he'd wake up. That it was going to be okay.
That.
That...
Oh gods...
This was his fault...
He'd gently move to half cradle Vincent. He didn't know what else he could do. He couldn't do anything like with the deaths he'd witnessed before. Failed to do anything. And now.
His first friend, the man he cared for and even loved, was gone.
This was all his fault.
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Redrawing my Sanders Sides role swap series before I get to drawing Remus' swaps starting with Patton!
He absolutely wears a bell so the others can hear him coming but it's not like knowing would stop them anyway. Good thing he's not very malicious, just a little mischievous.
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wait why would ghost be pondering if he made the worst mistake of his life? was he that entrenched in the idea of dying on the job that he prefers it to civilian life?
Hmmmm. I think in my mind it's more Ghost's own anxiety around his personhood that hes fully catastrophizing. It's not so much that he loved the SAS but more jumping feet first into a pool he no longer knows how to swim in. The last time he was allowed to be a civilian and enjoy quiet was right before his family was killed, before he became Ghost. I think Ghost's worry is that there isn't a civilian left in him, that the SAS is all that there is and he will never be able to reaclimate.
I always see Ghost as a character that is rigidly settled on the idea that he is one thing, he serves one purpose, and he does it well so why should he try and be anything else? But it's also a very... hm. When you live for so long anticipating your death, living past it feels wrong in a way. There's a piece of you that gets left behind. You wake up the same as you were the day before, but you're not the same as when you went to sleep. Ghost barricades the door because it's an old habit in an unfamiliar environment. But it's not a safe house, there's no watch, there's no one coming after him, there's no expectation he might not see the morning, and that scares him in a new way that dying hasn't in a long time.
Price is offering him the opportunity to be Simon again, and that's scary too. That's a choice with a heavy potential for mistake. What if there isn't any of Simon left? What if he does something wrong, plays the part of Simon wrong? What if he can't be happy as a civvie? I don't think he was happy(maybe familiar, satisfied) with being an operator, but it's the enemy he knows. This is a wide open unknown, an abyss he has to stare into and hope it doesn't stare back. When he meets Goose at the bar he makes a choice to be Simon for her, to take a baby step with a stranger, to give her a fragile part of himself because he gets this squirmy feeling in his chest when he sees her smile, and then has that ripped away from him the next morning.
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*materializes into existence*
Hi :D
Mm, Intruloceit for the soul? I am absolute trash for them <3
Idk, maybe Logan and Janus both simultaneously in love and mildly annoyed with Remus? Like he's doing random Remus-typical things because he loves showing his partners his random chaos as a love language or something, and the other two are just like "why are we in love with you?" Then Remus has this excited face and they're like "oh, that's why."
Anyway, had a little idea.
Have fun :D
i love them so much 😭
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