Literally js call me anything idm, im very much a switch guys
I dont really post alot of like fics/art cuz my frineds found my last tk blog account and that didnt go well...
Line: fandom disappearing from my intrest/not in it anymore, bold: heavily fixiated on it/really intrested on it,normal text: js a fandom im in but like not as fixated on it as the bold ones ykyk
Er anyways,
My inbox is open to literally anything
Fandoms im in:
Pokémon
Hazbin Hotel
Yandere simulator
Yo-kai watch
FNaF
Creepypasta
Your favorite martian/YFM
(Probably more i just cant think of them rn, will add more as i remember)
I like tickling cuz its cute,silly nd its kind a comfort thing too nd i like the thought of it being a way of bonding/connecting with ppl
DNI: sexist,racists,homophobes,transphobes, proshippers, pedos, and the standard dni list
I can't even be surprised anymore lmao we all knew I was gonna draw this! As soon as @altheadajoysoul told me bout this scenario it's all I've been thinking of! Turned out adorable 😝
Damn this took waaay too long oml! I’m proud with how it came out tho! I knew I wanted to do another comic but I didn’t know what I wanted it to be about. Luckily I got into danganronpa, it’s given me inspiration I haven’t had in awhile.
I SAW A SCREENSHOT THAT IMMEDIATELY HURDLED ME INTO A LEE MOOD
EXCUSEMESIRWHATTHEFUCK-?!?!
ABEL PLEASE-
LOOK AT HIS HANDS IM CRUMBLING OVER HERE 😭
I didn’t think too much of it when I first saw the clip cuz he’s just reaching for his helmet but HOLY FUCK seeing this isolated screenshot is DOING THINGS TO ME
Does anyone else see the vision or am I just deeeeeeep in a lee mood? 😅
Hi! Here's another lee!Vox tickle fic! This one comes straight from a prompt by @thetickleeraven which they very kindly gave me permission to write for! The full prompt is here if you wanna take a look!
Lee: Vox
Lers: Vel and Val
Summary: Vox gets his body back, but it comes with some new... ticklish... features...
Warning: slightly suggestive dialogue between Vox and Val here and there, nothing explicit though
Don't You Forget (You're On Our String)
Vox was ecstatic when they said they would give him back his body. Pshhh- he knew they'd come round eventually! Ok, so things hadn't gone as planned with the heaven takeover (the details escaped him now) but there was still plenty to be done, and his plans were far from over! He just needed to wait for the right opportunity to come his way. He was glad his counterparts could finally see that again, and trust him to take them there!
Vel and Val had been giving him the cold shoulder for a few weeks now since the "glitch" (their news channel was calling it an 'accident', so he didn't know why they were calling it different - although he did remember the doomsday machine having some issues, which he was forced to remedy himself). Being keyed-in as he was, he understood they'd be a little mad - he knew he'd probably been a bit preoccupied in the weeks preceeding the big event, and they might be suffering a lack of his attention. He also knew he'd gotten a little out of hand on the day - but really, what did they expect?! Taking over heaven was no mean feat! At least he was giving it his all - they just liked commitment. In fact, the problem was probably because of their failure to commit! So if anything, they should be seeking his forgiveness for ruining everything! But he was sure he could find his way to forgive them, once they came to their senses again. And that's what appeared to be happening, now they were finally returning his body privileges - being a head the last few weeks had been hard.
"See you soon, papito," Val had grinned down seductively at him just before he was powered down for the procedure, a rare show of attention from the moth who had been much more distant since the failed coup. Vox had rolled his eyes at the term, never having stopped to learn the meaning but knowing it always made him feel diminutive - and without even a body, that was just something he could not tolerate at the moment. As his vision faded off, the last thing he saw was Val's scowl.
He knew the procedure wasn't too complicated - after all, he'd replaced his head before - but he did know it was much more comfortable to have it done unconscious, so despite the general atmosphere, he'd allowed his two associates to organise it for him. Besides, they'd been rather insistent. Perhaps they still cared for him more than he thought. The work would be slightly complicated by the fact that his body - particularly where the wires and arteries had been so uncermoniously ripped apart - would be in need of some repairs, but it wouldn't be too long, and then he would be restored to his full glory again.
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Some time later, he felt himself lying in bed. Felt..? He could feel the softness of the covers lying over his skin - his skin! He tried to shift, just to feel some more of it, but his system was still catching up with him. With a lot of effort, he managed to move his arms from side to side slightly, enjoying the light fabric rubbing on him. He smiled and let out a satisfied little hum.
"Feel good, papi?"
Vox's eyes flew open with a gasp, landing immediately on Val, lounging back in a comfortable chair by his bedside. His eyes caught movement further back in his room near the window, where Vel was amusing herself, twirling in his own chair, nose to her phone.
"Uh... yeah," he ignored the humour in Val's comment, managing to lift himself back onto his arms to sit upright against the softly glowing headboard. "God it- it's so good to have this body back!"
He looked down at his arms, turning them over to inspect them fully; down his chest, grinning at the sight of his own muscles and planes (despite being a little out of shape from the lack of use of a few weeks), and then - he lifted the cover slightly to peek underneath the waistband of his shorts. He let out a little sigh of relief as his shoulders dropped, letting the cover fall back down.
"Happy?" Val prodded again.
"Yeheah!" Vox chortled with glee, now exploring all of it voraciously, running his fingers - his fingers! - over it, revelling in the command and response between himself and himself, wiggling his clicker-like toes and feet, flexing his ankles, knees, hips in turn, working up through all his joints, stretching them out-
"Yeah, yeah, it's fucking brilliant," Velvette interrupted his joy, suddenly having appeared beside them both. "You got your body back, but it's gonna come with some ground rules."
"Huh?" Vox looked up, "wut?" His confusion twisted into a stroke of annoyance.
"Ground rules? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about ground rules, Vox. You went fucking batshit back there, and you are not doing it again. You need a leash." Velvette clapped angrily, placing a hand on her hip.
"A l- what the fuck?! I don't need fucking rules! Who do you think I am?!" Vox felt the heat rising to his face.
"Yes you do." Val interjected with a frown, his arms crossed.
Vox stared for a moment, eyes wild, his recently re-attached body tense as if it might do something in the next moment.
He threw the covers off and jumped out of bed, storming past the two of them, still in his shark-print boxers.
"Whatever! I don't need this, you can't tell me what to do-" he sent some cables out to gather up some clothes and things, but nothing happened. He looked down at his own hands accusingly. "What the fuck?!"
"Looking for these?"
Glancing up quickly, he saw Velvette smirking at him, holding up a short bundle of black wires.
"Hey! Why have you got those?! Give them back!" He cleared the distance between them in a few large steps and lunged towards her, knowing he could get them back easily with his far-greater height, only just in time for her to throw the cables cleanly into Val's waiting hands.
Vox growled and approached the bigger demon without hesitation.
Val snickered as he passed the cables from hand to hand, using his extra limbs to keep Vox back.
"-fucking- VAL!!" Vox struggled, desperate to use his cables to grab the other and manoeuvre him where he needed him to be, but there they were, right in his annoying, tall, fiddlesome, bastard hand-
"Come on, Voxxie!" Val purred, smiling more all the time. "You're just a little off!" And he took the cables into one of his top set of hands, holding it far above his head, and far far above Vox's reach, adding insult by pushing one of his lower hands down onto Vox's face until he was almost horizontal, preventing him from being able to claw his way up like he was desperately trying to do.
Vel interrupted Val's giggling more seriously. "You're not having them, fuck-for-brains! I'm not joking, Vox - you were fucking insane, and we need to know you're not going to do anything like that - ever - again."
Vox threw himself off of Val, standing a few paces back and staring at them both with a wild, almost pained expression.
"You know what, fine! If you don't trust me, if you don't want me t- then just- fine-" He had completely turned his back, hiding the beginnings of salty drops that welled up in the corners of his eyes, uninvited, the ones he swore to himself would never touch his face again, storming towards the door to go god knows where, when an awful sensation gently but unignorably wracked his body, from top to bottom. He froze, convulsing on the spot, quickly doubling over. It only lasted a moment, disappearing almost as soon as it started, but not before an almighty yelp slipped out of him.
Good god.
"We didn't say we didn't want you, dick-brains. But yeah, the trust is a problem."
"That's why we installed this thing!" Val said hopefully.
Vox had been struggling to listen, instead remaining doubled over, breathing hard and looking terror-stricken, but at Val's words his head whipped up.
"What thing?!"
"This!" Vel said with a scowl, tapping her phone. Immediately the sensation was back, rippling through him in jitters. He felt like he was vibrating from the inside out. The sensation was everywhere: on his skin, and under it. He was bent over again, hugging around his stomach at the god-awful feeling, and this time it wasn't stopping.
"Sorry to have to do this, Vee, but we need to know you're not gonna go off the rails again. We want you with us, but we need to know you're with us, not-" She was interrupted by another strained noise from him.
"Hng- stohop!" He dragged out, but there was a strange brightness to his voice.
"Hm?" Both Vel and Val looked over immediately, to where their partner, friend, was hunched over, trembling.
Val noticed the look on his face, and said incredulously, "Are you... laughing?"
"Hn- hngg- nohoho!" Vox growled, but he couldn't keep the wide, strained grin off his face now. "J-juhust- turn it ohoff!"
Valentino's openly blank look slowly slid into a sly smile. "Oh, baby- I knew you were sensitive, but not like this." He did nothing to disguise the delight from his voice as he cooed.
"He what-?! He's- it's tickling him?" Vel sounded miffed, until she locked eyes with Valentino. They suddenly shared a dangerous look.
Vox, from his tricky position, observed this exchange. "Nnnnahah! Nonono- hah!" T-tuhurn it ohohoff!!" He tried to sound commanding but it came out laced with giggles.
"Oh sure, Voxxie." Val looked at him hungrily. "Just as soon as you show us you can be good~!"
Vox squeaked incredulously.
"Yeah," Vel said with an air like an idea was dawning, "how about we give you the full tour of this new feature we got you? It was supposed to taze you, but this is even better!"
By now Vox had fallen to his knees, hugging himself around his middle as if that would somehow remove the gentle tickling going on all over him. He had tensed himself as much as he could against the feeling, whining and tittering around his groans and attempts to reason with his treacherous teammates.
"Ohohoh!" Vel giggled, all giddy. "This is only level two!"
"W-WHAHAT?!" Vox piped up, staring at her with wide eyes from the floor. "THEHEHERE'S LEHEVELS?!"
She grinned. "Yep. Five! Wanna see number three?"
"N-noho!" Vox was losing that commanding tone. "V-Vehel! Th- thihis isn't fahahair!"
"Fair?!" Her eyes narrowed at him. "What wasn't fair was that fiasco at the takeover! Your little glitch almost got us killed! Oh this is more than fair!" And with a practised look of aloofness, she hit the button.
Vox arched. He squealed into full giggles, unable to stop himself with the newly assertive tremors working their way through him, more present than the gentle tingles of before - he wished he could go back to that.
"Vehehel, Vehehel!!" He giggled boyishly. "Ssstop itttt! Rihight- nohohohoooow!"
"Mi amor, you are down bad," Valentino looked at his squirming partner with concern.
"This is your problem, Vee! You think you can go around telling everyone what to do! Well check your notifications babe, because you can't! We're not taking it anymore!" Vel argued with the man slowly coming apart on the floor before her.
Whether Vox had heard her and meant to respond was unclear, as all he seemed able to do at this moment was curl his arms round himself and roll around the floor in a laughing fit.
"You hear me, prick?!" She approached, leaning over him to get his attention, but his eyes were screwed shut, lost in a world of his own ticklish torment. When she started poking him in his midriff, however, she got a better reaction, as he squiggled around like a little fish, his giggles becoming panicked, and his eyes opened to meet hers.
"Do - you - hear - me?" She punctuated all her words with more pokes, expertly finding unprotected spots wherever he tried to go. Despite her rage she was smiling beside herself.
Words failing, he shook his head obstinately.
"Oh you-!" She growled, and started poking more rapidly with both hands, wherever she could reach.
"I wouldn't make her any madder, Voxxie~" Valentino sang from afar, watching appraisingly at this new discovery, and the professional in him inwardly wondering if there would ever be an opportunity to test it in the bedroom.
Vox squealed loudly at the words and something in his demeanour shifted. He started nodding his head to rapidly.
"Okahahay okay okayahay- I hear- I hear- I hehehehehear!!!"
"Hah!" Velvette remarked, withdrawing. "That's better! It's a start anyway."
Vox continued giggling and writhing for a moment, the 'tazer's' sensations still keeping him busy, until Val spoke up again.
"Move over, Dolly, it's my turn."
Velvette stepped to the side with a smug lookwhile Val approached, looking for all the world like he wanted to eat the writhing man on the ground.
Brain finally catching up, Vox's eyes popped open, and when he saw Val looming over, he somehow managed despite everything to clumsily kick his legs out, pushing himself messily backwards a few inches, throwing a hand out sporadically at intervals as if it would somehow keep the other away, though he was unable to keep it off his sides for long.
"V- VAHAhahahAAAL!!" He begged, chopping between brighter giggles and full-belly laughs. He looked up with eyes that pleaded with Val, pulling on Valentino's heartstrings.
But he was nothing if not devious.
Val smiled wide before scooping him up in his grand arms and walking him back towards the bed.
"Oh come on, babe. We're only doing this to help you~" He babytalked. "We're gonna help you to stop and enjoy what we've built! You know... let someone else be in charge..." He chuckled at the way Vox's laughter-garbled protests intensified at the suggestion, knowing full-well this would be an agonising learning curve for his long-time 'partner'.
"Oh come on, Voxxie! You wouldn't deny me after you let Velvette have a turn!" And he dumped him ceremoniously on the covers, watching him bounce from the height.
"I WOHOHOULD!! I WOHOULD!!" Vox was nodding frantically, his face taking a delightful cyan around the centre.
Ignoring the response, Val descended, four arms falling down like a bad omen. "Let's see how ticklish our little ruler really is~"
cw/tw(s): fluffy stuff, tickles do get a little intense
this is my first time writing Val, please give feedback! /nf
It had been quite the day for Vox. Nobody wanted to cooperate, half his employees were sick (or dead, this was hell after all), and everything production wise was behind. Vox’s assistant was also nowhere to be seen, and Velvette had called on Vox to calm a certain moth down. Vox sighs in annoyance, setting down his half empty cup of coffee. He stands up, smoothing down his coat before teleporting up near Val’s room.
Vox made his way up to Valentino’s room. There were things scattered everywhere–that included multiple glass shards from broken wine glasses and probably a few bottles as well. It was a bit of a mess, something Val would probably call on servants to clean up.
The moth demon himself comes out, looking relatively…happy? That was odd. Velvette had said he was ticked about something, although who knows what. Val grabbed Vox’s arms with an excited look in his stupid eyes. Charming. Vox rolls his eyes. ‘What? Velvette said you were pissy. And I’m not in the mood to deal with it. You look happy anyway, so–’
‘But Voxxy, I have something for you!” Valentino giggled happily.
‘Val, what kind of setup is this?’ Vox was led into a room. It wasn’t anything entirely exciting. ‘Amorcito, you have been too stressed lately! You need some form of stress reliever!” The moth sits the television demon down on a pillow. Vox looked up at him, unamused. ‘And what is your plan here? To kill me?’
Valentino laughs and shakes his head, kneeling so he is at Vox’s level. The one fluffy antenna he still had brushed ever so slightly against the side of Vox’s head, and he pushed it away with annoyance. “Val, just get to the point.’ At that, he heard Valentino chuckle low. ‘But cariño, i haven't even gotten to the best part!’ The moth demon hugged the shorter one close, reaching one hand back to fiddle with where Vox would have wires attached to his head. He flutters his thin fingers over the port, causing his partner to squeal and try to shove him off. “Vahal!’ Valentino chuckles softly, cuddling up to the other.
His antenna–the one fluffy one–brushed up against it, making Vox squirm with a little smile. ‘Val, stahp it. Yohou know what you’re doing.’ Valentino slowly reaches down with his lower set of arms, fingers gently crawling up Vox’s sides and waist. Vox jolts to either side, letting out a little snort. ‘Vahahal!”
The moth demon quickly pinned Vox down with one hand easily. Vox squeaks, the noise sounding so unusual coming from television speakers. ‘Oh, mi amor, I’ve barely started!” He uses one hand to gently unbutton the bottom of Vox’s coat. He pushes the coat aside. He pushes the bottom of Vox’s shirt up jsut to quickly slip another hand under the shirt to scribble over Vox’s bare stomach.
The television glitched for a second before squirming quite a bit. ‘Fuh–HUHuck yohou!” He tried to curl up to get Valentino to stop, or at least get the sensations to feel less intense. All he felt was Val had managed to crawl his hand further up his bare skin–now two hands both scribbling on either side of his stomach and waist.
Valentino laughed softly, reaching up to grab gentle restraints so he could use all four hands on the shorter demon. ‘You know, this wouldn’t be so bad if you weren’t so sensitive.’
Vox makes a sound comparable to a squeal as Val quickly goes for his underarms. It was so stupidly sensitive. ‘Vahahal, stahahahap! I’m–I’m hahappy!” Vox twists himself to the side somewhat, but the moth demon quickly puts him back in position. Vox felt a hand go near his television antennas, and he quickly breaks down into begging. ‘Nonono plehehease anywhere buhut thehere–Vahal plehehase-!’
Valentino chuckles softly. He coos in some sort of teasing way, gently brushing his fingers up and down the antennas. Vox wriggles hard, struggling against the restraints. ‘Vaha–haha–L!” His screen was starting to glitch out badly, which caused his voice to sound hilariously cut in and out.
Val decided if he was going to break him completely, might as well go all out or nothing, right? All four hands go to Vox’s torso–one at his underarm, one at his ribs, one at his stomach, and one at his hip. Vox didn’t even have time to protest before it all came to work. Valentino laughed to himself as Vox arched and fought against the restraints. Amusing, really.
“Awh, what’s the matter? Does it tickle? Tickle tickle tickle, my sweet Voxxy!” Valentino leans down to nibble lightly at Vox’s neck. Vox glitched out again before laughing hard. He was starting to bluescreen, and could feel the internal systems starting to work to desperately bring him back down from overheating. ‘Vaha–ahah–hal! Ple–HEheEas—plehe–!’ Val shook his head, knowing Vox wasn’t completely broken yet. He knew he could push him until he glitched out completely.
Vox squealed as Val started to slowly knead into his hips. Now Vox was really getting affected. He writhed side to side, and he felt Val’s hands follow. The upper set held him down firmly. It was getting more difficult to focus, to actually try to fight. After another minute or two, he blue screened and went limp. Val stood up with an amused and fond sigh. ‘Oh, mi amor…I forgot how easy this was to do.’ He picks up the limp demon and carries him to their shared bed.
Vox wakes up after a minute, noticing the moth had plugged him into his charger. ‘You’re so mean,’ he huffs, annoyed but also feeling…relaxed. Perhaps the tickling actually felt okay and relaxing. Sure, it got intense in places but it felt nice to let loose and laugh for once. He laid back down, feeling Val’s weight as he sat next to him.
“Cuddles?” Vox mumbles. Shy. Valentino laughed and curled in close to the television demon, pulling him close and making him feel cocooned in his wings. Vox rolled his eyes then closed them. His breathing slowed as he fell asleep.
Val gently pet Vox’s antennas and murmured, ‘There’s my relaxed Vox that I know.’ Sometimes, Vox just needed a good way to relax. And this was the best way of providing that to him.
