...Get it? Cause Silver Shepherd and the Host has a gold stripe in his hair? This is what happens when your romantic partner is the child of Dark.
This by far is my favorite teasemas drawing yet since i didn't even use any poser for this one! The og idea didn't sit right and so i just sketched this up!
I also used the concept if in Yandere Sim where Ayano can make a deal with a demon and get lots of hands in the ground like Dead Hands from OoT.
Intro: Hi there! I’ve been dealing with finals and so I haven’t done much when it comes to writing or interacting with people. Recently I just had a strong feeling to want to write some fluffy gentle tickles, and then that maybe the Host would be a good character for this. I always imagined him to have a kind of toughness, as if he had a bad past, I mean the man wears a bloody blindfold/cloth over his eyes. So I figured with that, he would be much more sensitive (and possibly enjoy, wink wink) gentle tickles.
Thought process: Again, with the whole Host and gentle tickles. For some reason I had a thought that maybe he secretly enjoys it and that in his spare time somehow would do it to himself. One was dragging a feather around on his spots and just giggling away. However, with what I had in mind wouldn’t work. Another one was him using his own narrative powers to tickle himself with; however with that once he starts giggling he wouldn’t be able to make a clear sentence for tickles to continue (and I would have had Dark come in and save him since with celine’s powers, he may have a small fraction of narrative powers, nothing big like controlling someone, but enough to describe feeling). So then I was thinking that maybe, Host can use his narrative powers on the feather, so as he drags it across himself it feels like someone else is tickling him so his nerves don’t expect it’s actually their own user. Now at this point it was to come two paths. I could have it so the feather “malfunctions” and tickle attacks the Host, or a character walk in on Host and then a fluffy story with that. I eventually chose the latter, but now I do have an idea for the former. I figured telling my thought process could help other people with writer’s block take an idea and start there. And with that, onto the story!
Word Count: 1973
It had been a pretty calm day for the Host. Nothing too exciting was going on. He currently had been strolling around the library pondering at the vast amounts of literature displayed on the shelves. He had been feeling off lately, the feeling being very familiar to him. You see there was a reason the Host hanged out in the library when he had this feeling. It was a very personal space as not many come to visit the library.
This feeling he had, makes it almost impossible to be around the others. Perceiving all sorts of objects that could be weapons. No, not the dangerous kind. The kind that gives you goosebumps. The kind of weapons that bring tingles and shocks in your nerves. The kind that will tickle. Ah yes, the Host could barely stand straight when perceiving those objects without getting flustered. You see, my dear reader, the Host was in a mood. A mood to laugh you could say. A mood of playful teasing and tickling and bonding. However, that’s what had make this mood difficult.
Many upon many scenarios flew through the Host’s mind. Could they be possible futures, or are they secret fantasies? Questions came along with the visions. What if he were to say reaching for something the normal Mark ego cannot reach, but reachable just enough if he were to just stretch. Oh my, the mere thought of the amount of vulnerability made the Host shiver with delight. The Host loved this feeling. He loved the thought of bonding with the others over such a delicate and playful manner. But alas, the Host couldn’t tell. He felt bashful with the very thought of asking one of them to partake in the activity.
As much as he would have loved to pretend that he was in an…exposed state, he couldn’t even hide his bright flush that beamed from his face, matching the cloth wrapped around his head. And so, we lead to where the Host is placed in this situation. He merely only had to take care of it himself.
The Host glides over to the office area of the library, checking to make sure no one will see what is about to happen, although maybe he wouldn’t mind if they did either. He opened up a draw and plucked out a stiff, long, feather. Twirling the tool in his fingers he spoke, “It was then when the Host’s hand no longer became his own, until further notice.”
He then felt his hand go numb as it continued to hold the soft tool. It then raised itself up and brought itself closer until the feather brushed lightly against his collarbone and neck. The Host did not resist the giggling that escaped his lips. It felt nice. The feather oh so delicately flicking across his neck, at times moving up to tease the shell of his ears, before moving down to his collarbone once more. Try as he might, but the Host couldn’t help but twist his neck to protect the side being tormented with feathery kisses.
“Hehehehhahhaah nohohohoho!”
“Ah, I was beginning to wonder where that delicious laughter was coming from.”
The Host turned white, reaching for his attacker hand. Someone was with him, and that someone was the one and only Darkiplier. Unfortunately, his possessed hand knows his body too well and dropped the feather, and quickly diving into his coat and gently scratching at the open underarm that was given.
The Host let out a surprised squeal at the contact under his arm. He had no way of retrieving his hand now until it decides to move on. What only made it worse was seeing Darkiplier stare at him curiously with an amused smirk. Oh god what would he think of him? Defeated by himself over tickling! Darkiplier continued to observe the silly Host as he held his arms behind his back as usual.
“Having a bit of trouble are we today?”
“Sh-sh-shuuhuhuhut up and hehehehelp t-the Hohohohost!”
“Such attitude towards your hero, but if I must.”
Darkiplier waltz over towards the Host and lifted his arm that was pinned to the desk to minimize the tickling, taking in the sweet frantic giggling as now the hand scribbled its dull fingernails across the open armpit.
“My my, it’s really going at it isn’t it?”
“Dahahahahahark please! The Hohohohost can’t stahahand you seeing hihihim like this!”
Now Dark COULD help the Host out and be done with it. However the sound of Host’s giggling was too much to pass by. Dark instead knelt down while still holding Host’s arm above his head and pushed his coat to the side. The former then began gently prodding his fingers up and down the Host’s side, delighted to hear the squeal the Host exerted.
“D-DAHAHARK?!”
“Yes Host?”
“IHIHihihit tihihihickles!”
Dark awed to himself with Host’s innocent choice of words. He allowed his fingers to very gently knead the fleshy sides of the Host, constantly switching to surprise him. Honestly, it was adorable seeing the Host jerk from side to side, doing his “best” to escape his devilish fingers.
“Oh really? Does it tickle, tickle, tickle? You got yourself into this, and now I’m beginning to wonder why. Care to tell Hosty?”
The Host shook his head. The sensations were driving him mad, in a good way. The hand gently scribbling away at his underarm, along with the kneading and spider tickles on his sides. It’s almost all what the Host could want. He could feel his face burn with a red hue of blush. His entire body trying to escape while his will attempts to keep him still so he could endure more. That is, when his hand switched and poked his tummy.
“EEEHEHEHAHAHAH NONONONHAHOAH!”
Dark bit his lip, trying not to laugh along with the Host. It was a very bubbly and happy laughter, similar to Wilford, but without the accent and slur. It was adorable, and perfect.
“I’m guessing you’re sensitive there? That’s frankly adorable Host. How could you for all these years hide this from us?”
It was then when Dark noted the feather that was dropped onto the floor. In order to reach it, he would need to let go of the Host. And let go he did. Bending down to retrieve the device, only to reel back up to notice the Host was using his free hand to grip the chair he sat in instead of protecting his sensitive tummy. Dark smiled adoringly at the Host. It was majestic to see someone who is normally stoic and monotone, speak so vibrantly and blush a beautiful red.
“YEHEHEHEHES!” The Host squealed out. He gripped his chair as soon as he felt his arm free. Just because it tickled so much from such a gentle touch, doesn’t mean he didn’t want it to stop yet. Of course, due to his hysteria, the Host was unable to focus and see the feather Dark held slowly float closer and closer to a piece of exposed skin on his waist until-
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHNONONONO DOHOHOHN’T YOU DAHAHHARE! PLEEHEHHHEASE!”
As much as Dark fought, he could no longer hide his fond smile for the Host. He gently dusted any patch of exposed skin, while the Host’s hand slowly pulled up his shirt. Afterwards, the hand then went to hold the Host’s free hand and allow Dark to do all the work. The Host’s nerves caught on fire as Dark drew shapes lazily around, sometimes giving the feather a small flick over the small pudge on the Host’s waist, earning a delightful squeal. Yes, this was exactly what the Host needed.
“Don’t I dare what? Tickle this adorable, sensitive tummy before me? Dragging this feather over every inch of flesh just gentle enough so it’s maddening? You know you lie, you do wish for that, do you not?”
Oh yes, Dark knew. With how flushed the Host was before he interrupted, with how he refuses to escape even when he’s free. Hell he’s pretty sure he’s seen Host lean into his fingers a few times. Plus, this wasn’t exactly the first time he’s seen Host do this. It’s not like the Host has the library to himself. It was honestly amazing to see the Host like this.
“Y-yoouohohohou’re ehehevihihihl…”
“Oh am I? I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure a CERTAIN Host enjoys such delicate touches. But if you want evil…”
Dark then slowly made bigger shapes, big enough until one big circle was all that could be displayed on the Host’s abdomen. Dark made sure to be careful in slowly making the circles smaller, while making them seem like the same size. It of course worked until Dark slowly brushed the rim of his navel.
“I don’t know, from what I know this is your favorite spot correct?”
The Host simply blushed a bit more and attempted to hide his face in his arm.
“N-no…th-thahahat is f-f-false!”
Dark shook his head, acting disappointed.
“Oh Host, you don’t have to lie to me. Besides, little liars don’t get what they desire.”
Dark purred in a sing-song like voice. Host’s blush began running down his neck. He regained some of his sense to where he can see Dark’s crimson orbs staring, waiting for a response. Meanwhile that damned feather continues to tease. Host didn’t care anymore, if Dark has dealt with this for this long, he might as well open up. He turned his head towards Dark and gave a small nod.
Now Dark isn’t that cruel. Honestly he commends the Host for such bravery. Knowing the Host was able to sense him, he gave a comforting smile, before it twisted into a devious grin.
“Now, shall we?”
Nod.
“You’re funeral.”
He dipped the feather into Host’s bellybutton, fluttering it around and twisting it just so all the bristles touch every inch. The Host shrilled and boomed with laughter and arched like no tomorrow. Well except for the fact that arching caused the feather to plunge in deeper, causing his body to react in shock from so much energy in the bundle of nerves. Host shrieked and pulled back, his whole body thriving to just curl up right then right now, but he won’t let it.
“Oh? Did Hosty like that? Cootchie coo! Cootchie coo the bellybutton!”
Dark then, dipped the feather in just enough where it hits the bottom and the tip of the feather fluttering over the core of the nerves, the knot. As a grand finale, Dark then took his index finger from his free hand not holding the feather, and gently scratched the spot right under the ridiculously sensitive navel. That’s when the Host broke. With a final shrill, he let go of the chair and allowed his aching body to finally curl up, nearly falling out of the chair.
Dark looked at Host worriedly. He knew the Host was a tough man, but he still feared he took it too far. He pushed his fingers on Host’s chin to make him look up. There were a couple of red, blood tear streaks that painted over his scarlet face. The Host was still giggly as he recovered from the ghosty tingles and faced up with a smile, ensuring Dark that he was okay. Dark sighed and smiled fondly at the Host.
“Are you okay Host?”
“Heheyes, t-theheh…Host…is fine.”
“Good. Now Host, just know, you don’t ever have to be afraid to tell me if you are ever in this mood that you’re in. Despite how wonderous you look, you just looked so alone in here all by yourself. I know it’s going to take some time, but just know I’m here for you. Do you understand?”
Starting tickletober off strong! When you're psychic with the ability to know whatever is going on in your vicinity, it can make it pretty difficult to sneak up on Host. But that doesn't stop his lovelies from using his claircognizance to their advantage! But don't worry, they aren't completely evil to deprive him of tickles
Who's to say the manor isn't filled to the brim with ghosts?! A lot like to hide in Host's library, since it's the quietest room in the manor. But once in a while they like to brew their own chaos
"but Silver had the talent of being a very dextrous fellow. He was rather adept at tickling you see....well, how else was he supposed to interrogate his regular villains, he couldn't very well HURT people! So Silver's torture method of choice was tickling, and as [...] was now realising, Silver very much made it into a torture."
