Hello, I recently started playing Honkai Star Rail and immediately latched onto Sampo like a parasite
I would absolutely love to see more tk content of him (if you want to ofc) 💜
if i want to? if i WANT TO?????? bro..........
but, in all honesty, TYSM ANON (even though i'm pretty sure i know who you are gheehee 😈) BECAUSE I CANNOT COUNT THE AMOUNT OF TIMES THAT LEE!SAMPO MADE ME CRAWL OUT OT MY LITTLE COFFIN CALLED LACK OF MOTIVATION LOL 🙏🏻😭 and it's actually kinda funny that people who are new to the game and happened to like sampo end up stumbling onto my blog on occasion lol ghehehe 🧙🏻♂️ FEEL FREE TO YAP TO ME ABOUT HIM IF YOU WANT, I'LL EAT THAT RIGHT UP TRUST ☀️ (or anyone can yap to me about anything really, i don't mind, and it's always nice to find asks like this one hehe ❤️🩹)
......fuckkkKK i love sampo koski i love drawing him with that stupid grin and that stupid snatched waist and those huge stupid tits of his and he's so dumb and pathetic and 100% ticklish as all hell and i hate him and AFTER ALL THESE YEARS I can NOT STAND THIS MANNNNNN (he's literally my husband)
A/N: First out of two commissions for no other than the @otomiyaa herself! Thank you so much for the trust and support, Ginny, it means a lot to me to write a commission for you!
Summary: Someone triggered the alarm system inside the Robot Settlement. Now, who could it be and how are they going to deal with them?
Word count: 1913 words
Just how hard could it possibly be?
Get into the Robot Settlement. Check.
Find the pieces and gears the client requested. Check.
Steal Borrow them for an indefinite amount of time. Check.
Get out. ….
Well, it seems like the good, old Sampo Koski found a nice challenge for himself this time, huh.
Against what he expected from a bunch of old machines running around, the security in the Robot Settlement - especially around that big, scary manor where the little girl in red lived - was… hard to crack, to say the least. It took him a couple hours studying the best route to get in - for which he was definitely going to charge extra.
Now, if Sampo could figure out how to get in, then what’s the problem? Well, get out. Who could imagine that tinhead would have alarms against invaders all around the house? All the sorts of robots were patrolling the place, from the silliest, smallest ones to the big, threatening ones.
Sampo, hiding behind a conveniently placed wall, peeked at the grounds in front of the manor and watched the robots walking left and right, left and right… Damn, Svarog was really prepared for anything, huh? No opening in sight, maybe it was time for Sampo to wander a little more. Maybe he would even bump into something valuable interesting enough.
Walking a little deeper into the site, Sampo carefully followed a nearby why to the zone behind the manor. Luck seemed to be on his side as no robot was spotted patrolling that part of the settlement so far.
“My my… what do we have here..?” Sampo muttered quietly, peeking again as he reached another safe spot. Svarog, the so-called and feared tinhead, and the little girl in red, Clara. Maybe this was some sort of playground for the girl, Sampo thought, still not sure what kind of thing she did with all those gears and screws scattered around, but who understands kids these days anyway?
The most logical thing to assume was that Svarog drove her here while the machinery did the patrol on the other side of the manor. Such a good guardian, huh?
Sampo leaned against the nearby wall, pressing the back of his hand against his forehead. If he could make it past those two, he would be out of the manor’s ground - but why did it have to be those two?
He sighed, feeling defeated by Svarog’s security system. A loud, long sigh that slowly dragged itself out of his throat. Also, a mistake.
As soon as the air left his mouth, Sampo could hear a faint metallic sound coming from where he last saw Svarog and Clara standing. However, when he turned his eyes back to said spot, they were nowhere to be seen.
Uh oh.
“Target located,” Svarog’s heavy, deep robotic voice announced seconds before his hand crashed into the wall. Sampo widened his eyes as the hit missed his face by barely a couple inches - he didn’t even want to think about what that would’ve felt like if it did land. Well, he didn’t have time either.
Thanks to Gepard’s endless chasings, Sampo managed to develop quite the agility when it came to avoiding blows - still, this was not the best scenario to put them into test. “W-woah, careful that, you could hurt someo-wOAH!”
Sampo gasped as Svarog almost hit him again. “Target ‘Threat Index’ undetermined. Stay back, Clara,” the robot commanded, his free hand in front of the girl.
“I-I’m not a threat!” Sampo wheezed, desperately waving his hands in front of his chest, hoping it would appease the angry robot dad. “I’m just your good ol’ pal, S-Sampo Koski!” He spoke in a hurry, his words barely understandable under the fear in his voice.
Svarog didn’t seem to be convinced, though. Before Sampo could even have another chance to speak, he swayed his hand at him again and, this time, managed to push him against the nearby wall. Svarog’s palm was large enough to pin Sampo’s body against the surface behind him, making the mercenary gasp - half in pain and half in shock at how fast Svarog could be despite how big he was.
“Commence annihilation.”
…What?
Sampo widened his eyes as he saw Svarog lift his other hand and spread his fingers. The cannon within his palm charged at an alarming rate and, no matter how much he kicked or squirmed, he could free himself.
Was this the end of the good ol’ Sampo Koski?!
As Sampo prepared himself for the worst and closed his eyes shut, all he could hear besides the machinery in Svarog’s body running was a panicked, yet firm command.
“Svarog, s-stop it!” Clara pleaded, tugging at Svarog’s leg. And so he did.
“Clara, stand back. I couldn’t confirm the intruder’s intentions. It can be dangerous,” Svarog explained calmly, turning his attention to the girl, but making sure to not ease his grip in the slightest.
As stubborn as her robot dad, Clara shook her head. Her cheeks were a little flushed, as if she was just about to cry. “N-no! I don’t want to see you hurting someone!”
Sampo nearly cried along with the girl as he heard those words. Yay, he was saved!
“The intruder could harm you, Clara. I can not let them go,” Svarog insisted, his head turning back to Sampo with that threatening, but faint red light coming from his ‘eye’. “They need to be ‘taught a lesson’, so they won’t come back.”
“C-can’t we teach him some other way?” Clara muttered, still clinging at Svarog’s leg with teary eyes. “Without hurting him?”
Svarog didn’t answer and, if his face could express emotions like humans, he would probably look half confused, half concerned. Sampo pawed at the large, metallic hand keeping him place, but Svarog didn’t lower his guard yet. “In what way should we deal with the intruder? What do you propose, Clara?”
“Hmm, m-maybe…” Clara hummed, looking at Sampo and then back at Svarog. Something that would leave the message, but wouldn’t hurt? “T-tickle him!” She beamed, remembering the times when the kids in Boulder Town would decide their the one to lead the Moles’ squad through a tickle fight. Surely adults could solve their problems like that, without needing violence, right?
Sampo, on the other hand, didn’t look at the suggestion as brightly as Clara did. Svarog wouldn’t consider something like that, right?
Wrong.
Carefully wrapping his fingers around his body, Svarog picked Sampo up and brought him down to the ground. With his massive strength, pinning both his arms above his head with a single hand wasn’t a big deal.
“E-eh? Wait a second, C-Clara, darling, can you tell your d-”
“Understood,” Svarog sadly coldly, his attention turning back to the man he had pinned underneath him. Sampo gulped.
Getting tickled certainly sounded better than getting blasted into pieces, but Sampo wasn’t sure if he should be thankful yet. Did Svarog even know how to tickle someone? Or would he have his bones crushed one by one by the giant robot dad?
The answers for those questions soon came into his mind. Clara watched attentively as Svarog moved his free hand and began to knead Sampo’s side and stomach. A crooked smile took place in Sampo’s face while he started to squirm and kick his legs. Yes, it tickled. And tickled a lot.
“B-be careful, mr. Svarog. Just tickle, don’t hurt him,” Clara instructed and Sampo nearly told her to shut up, but the last bits of sense he had told him to keep quiet.
“Understood,” was Svarog’s simple answer as his cold, metallic fingers continued to prod and wiggle against Sampo’s body, testing out his reactions and studying where it would work the best. “Target’s heartbeat frequency increased. Suspicion: embarrassment.”
“H-hehey! That’s- agh, c-cohohome on!” Sampo grunted, his cheeks quickly turning red as he fought the urge to laugh with all the bits of strength he had. His eyes widened as Svarog moved his hand down to his hips. “W-waitwaitwahaHAHA, NOHOHOHOH!!”
Clara nearly jumped from her spot as Sampo bursted in loud, uncontrolled laughter. Well, that was the sign that Svarog was, indeed, listening to her, right? “I-I think you got him, mr. Svarog!”
“Target’s reaction: positive,” Svarog announced, his analysis bringing new results into this system and allowing him to tell which method worked - or, better saying, tickled - the best.
There barely was any room for Sampo to complain about the coldness of Svarog’s hand or about how rough a touch or two were. As expected of a machine, his tickling was meticulous and every move felt like it was calculated. From the way he kneaded into his sides, to the repetitive pokes all around his stomach and, of course, to the squeezing and pinching over his exposed waist and hips.
It was not like Sampo could see it clearly, but Clara had a relaxed look on her face. Svarog managed to find a way to deal with the intruder without harming him. How amazing! Still, all Sampo could feel and see was an ominous figure that was surely going to tickle him into his very death.
Choking between a laugh and the other, Sampo planted his heels into the ground. With teary eyes and flushed cheeks, he shook his head left and right, thrashing as much as Svarog’s pinning allowed him to. “PLEHEHEHEASE!!” He wheezed, the air barely making it into his lungs before he laughed again. “I’M SOHOHORRY!! I SWEHEHEAR!!”
Svarog didn’t even consider those words, as if they were unknown to his system. He looked to the side, gazing at Clara. “Unable to determine if the target is lying or not. Heart rate too unstable to consider. Your assistance is required, Clara,” Svarog pointed out, almost casually, while his hand continued to wreak havoc.
“M-me?” She chirped, clenching her little hands in front of her chest. “You want me… to help you t-”
“No,” Svarog promptly interrupted, not giving her a chance to even consider it, “it can be dangerous, don’t approach the target,” his eye then turned back to Sampo, that now terrifying, but dim red light pointing straight into his laughing face. “Do you believe the target tells the truth?”
“I D-DO! AHAhaha, plehehease!! I’m truhuhully sohoHOHORRY!!” Sampo cackled, having to almost squeeze his words out of his throat to make sure they would be heard through all the laughter.
“A-ahm, I… I think he did learn his lesson,” Clara smiled, a sense of getting the job done filling her heart. “You can stop now, mr. Svarog. Thank you,” she said, nodding shyly.
Again, listening to Clara and Clara only, Svarog stepped back. Sampo’s body went limp on the cold floor, his head spinning as he still had to come down from his high. “T-tha- ahh… t-thank you… I t-though… haaah, I was d-done fohohor…”
“Warning: further attempts of trespassing will be punished accordingly. Leave at this moment, intruder,” Svarog ordered, coldly, taking his place in front of Clara and holding his hand out in front of her.
“I-I will! I swear!” Sampo cried, prostrating himself in front of Svarog and Clara, hoping to convince them he was going to ‘behave’ this time. When the two didn’t oppose his plea, Sampo understood it was the time to flee as fast as he could.
The components his client wanted? Screw those, he would try to look for a phony to deliver instead.
Omg okay so I've just gotten into HSR and I'm obsessed with your Lee Sampo drawings like.... he is just SUCH a tickle-able character with his goofy personality and his schemes. And the waist windows in his clothes??? Come ON. That man NEEDS to be wrecked. His laugh would be so sweet and silly I just know it -🍬
w.hat. have you done. 🪦 what have you doneeee 🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦 my gay little hand slipped once again, because or you- 🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻
Sampo anon back again bc he makes me CRAZY. I need someone to share with
I honestly like to imagine him and Seele have somewhat of a sibling relationship, and he's always getting on her nerves (whether intentionally or not she never knows...). At some point she gets fed up with him trying to swindle her into doing something (it's harmless, but she never falls for it) and just lunges for him.
I feel like she'd be a SCARY ler. Like no teasing or build up she goes straight for it and he tries to bargain but she's already clawing at his sides and he's in stitches. His real laugh sounds totally different than his practiced one, it's higher pitched and squeaky and he's decent at holding back reactions but once you get him going? Bro can NOT stop
Occasionally he risks revenge, or instigates, but there's no doubt that most of the time it's because he's anticipating retaliation. Seele can take a lot, and she has wayyyy more endurance than him
I'm not sure if you ship Sampard but if you do.... once Gepard finds out Sampo is ticklish its OVER (even though Gepard is worse than him, Sampo likes to let him win sometimes)
IM CRAZY. -🍬
NAHHH OMG HIIII HELLOOOO I LOVE YOUUU???? THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD, I ACTUALLY FEEL HONOURED. okay holy moly, you and this man, anon... my desire to yap resurrected against my will, okay, it's 4 am, leT'S TALK ABOUT SAMPO KOSKI THEN YEAH?????? (i'm unwell) 🚑🚑🚑
✧. Sampo Koski • 💷
It's about to be super random and disorganised, but who cares?? I'm doing this for me and his other 3 insane fans out there lol
Lee Sampo 💥 is so 💥 underappreciated 💥 damn it 💥
He seems like a total lee-leaning switch to me tbh, literally since day one. I mean yeah, he can tease people, crack jokes and be a little shit all he wants, but he is such a loser omg, let's be real
AND YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT HIS TICKLE LAUGH. It's just so funnnn to listen to, definitely the kind that makes it nearly impossible for his ler not to crack a smile at least (even for Seele lmao). So high-pitched and squeaky, with some little wheezes mixed in if you get a good spot arghhhh 😵💫😵💫😵💫
Literally the most 'teehee haha' man out there
Gets giggle-drunk easily, it usually takes a minute for him to calm down
And yes, he will bargain and plead a lot even if he knows for sure it won't save him. Like, my brother, you already brought this upon yourself by being annoying (and you probably knew what was gonna happen), tf are you begging for
«NoHOho, wait-! Wait, c-can't we tahalk about this? Y-you reheally don't have to do thIHIHIS-!»
«AhaHAh-! Eeheehee! Oh- oh plehehease noHOt there! Anywhere but thEHERENOHO-»
*grabs him* shut. sHUT UP I WILL EAT YOU ALIVEEEE
And if you manage to really get him going, his pleading becomes nearly incoherent and he just gives up, laughing his silly head off, occasionally begging for 'mercy' until his ler is done with him lol
Very chaotic with his movements. A squirmer. A wriggler, if you will. But not a fighter. I'd say he looks like he's fighting for his life, with his brain telling his body to do 10 different things at once, and it's literally not getting him anywhere. Like he jumps, constantly rolls over, arches his back, bro could turn into a giggling flurry of limbs and it'd all be useless ☠️
I guess he feels the need to relieve the energy somehow, but his body is just so dumb and overly dramatic about it, it basically lets you do whatever you want most of the time (it's adorable though) 🥴
I'm also a strong believer that Seele was embarrassed to actually tickle him in front of the others at first, up until the point when Sampo got on her nerves so much she just pounced lmao. And well, now everyone knows how to deal with him aljdksk
And don't even get me started on the fact that he's screwed if he ever gets ganged up on, man's dead next question
Sampo seems like the type to test the waters at first, to see what he can get away with when it comes to each of his friends. And if he knows that something he does or says may result in a tickle attack? Oh he's gonna do it (and will start begging to be spared immediately after lmao 🥴). Truly, The Instigator™
I think that any kind of verbal teasing doesn't really affect him??? Most of the time, at least
What does make him flustered, though, is a playfully ruthless ler, me thinks (only if they actually know his limits, of course). Realising that all his pleas are falling on deaf ears??? Seeing a (mostly) serious face in front of himself while getting wrecked for something he did??? Just that feeling of «Oop, you're not getting out of this one». Like, tf is he supposed to do? So he would actually start blushing akjdksk
And that's why I ship Sampard lol
Okay I'll say it, we're all underestimating our baby Geppie guys ✋🏻
«The honorable and upstanding captain of the Silvermane Guards» and you think he CAN'T be at least a little bit evil after he beats the initial awkwardness??? 😀 Especially if it's with Sampo lol
Well, yeah, he's a little more ticklish and is easily flustered, but when he's had enough? It's over.
...Yeahhh, maybe he's blushing a bit while trying to keep a serious face during that 'tickle interrogation', so what??? 🙄🙄🙄 (he loves Sampo's laugh akhdjsaks)
Bruh I'm actually insane, what the hell was that 🫥
I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOUR 1000 FOLLOWERS OMG 😳 YOU DESERVE IT ALL AND MORE
Can I request Sampard with Lee!Sampo and pecs as the spot? just that he's huge and deserves tickles ☺️💓💓
Hello anonn ~~
Thank you for your words, you're so kind, hahah ~ I hope this one comes out as you expected!
“I know you’re hiding something,” Gepard groaned firmly, sounding almost authoritarian.His fingers closed around Sampo’s wrists as hard as they could, pinning his hands against the wall above the other’s head while using his free hand to search and inspect for any illegal things he could be smuggling into the upper world.
However, much to his surprise, Gepard simply… couldn’t find it. He knew Sampo was hiding something, but where? It wasn’t under his clothes or in his pockets, so where could those things be? “G-Geheheppie! I tohold you I’m clehEHEH- H-hey!! Where ahahare you t-tohohouching, captahahain?!”
“Don’t try to play dumb with me, Koski- a-and stop squirming! You’re making it harder for both of us,” he scolded, gritting his teeth as Sampo continued to laugh whenever he palmed around his torso, searching for… well, he didn’t know yet, but he knew he eventually would find it.
