#Ler know

[v--143]

Anon Request: Drunk tckls- Would love to see this with Lee Know and Han, Lee Know being the drunk ler and Han being the lee just tryna get Lee Know to settle down and "go to sleep already goddammit"

< Night Night >

[Ler! Lee Know]

[Lee! Han]

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Han snored softly in his bed. He had fallen asleep immediately after getting home, tired from a long day of practice. He had asked Lee Know where he was off to, his reply being to “the club”, so Han just assumed he’d be fine and find his way back. He offered his home and bed over to his best friend for whenever he got back since his house was way closer. However.. that may have been a mistake…

*wobble*

The doorknob loudly shook as a groggy Lee Know stepped into Han’s room.

“What.. what the-“ Han whispered as he stretched a bit before turning to his beside clock. It read ‘4:07am’.

“Hi HanJiseeoongggg~” Lino said with a smirk. Through the darkness of his home, Han could see Lino’s hair was all ruffled up and his clothes halfway on. His navy pants and short-sleeved white shirt were slightly wrinkled and smelled of alcohol. He definitely had an amusing time.

“Ugghh..” Han moaned, “it’s 4am hyung...” he said as he placed a hand over his eyes. Han could barely keep them open as Lino giggled loudly and kicked off his shoes, then shuffled over to the bed.

“I had fun” Lino chuckled out.

“Did you?” Han was trying his best to sound like he was actually listening. He’s noticed over time that Lino tended to get offended easily when drunk. His form of payback? Being an annoying little shit.

*yawn*

“What..” Lee Know said sternly, “Am I boring you?!” He teased as he crawled onto the bed.

“Hyung. Read the room, it’s 4am…” Han yawned again as he turned over to lay on his stomach.

“Ooooooo” Lee Know cooed, crawling closer to Han and suddenly flinging his body atop the sleepy boy.

“ARGH- get ohoff me!” Han laughed in a deep voice at the sudden weight on his body now. He couldn’t love much considering Lino really spread his entire body out over Han’s, even putting his head into the crook of Han’s neck.

“Come onn let’s do something!” Lino insisted as he suddenly sprung up and began to grab at Han’s shoulders.

“Hyuhung no! Go to bed pleaseee” Han huffed as he unwillingly giggled at Lee Know’s predictable attitude.

“Am I funny?” Lee Know asked.

“Noho, go to bed!!” Han shoved at him. He had to keep swatting at his own neck too from the tingly sensations Lee Know’s whispering brought.

“I’m so funny” Lino squeezed both Han’s sides at the same time.

“Ahaha!” Han curled in on himself when Lino decided not to stop, “Stohop!!”

Lee Know laughed way too loudly at Han’s reactions, “You’re so sensitive!” He said as he began to tickle all over his sides.

“Wahahait waIT WAHAIT!” Han became frantic as he yelled out some loud “HA HAHA”’s as he turned his body over to face Lee Know. He began throwing his head back onto the sunken pillows every time Lino hit a sensitive spot or squeezed him harder than usual. Being as he was, crushed by his body weight… it wasn’t particularly easy for him to escape the situation.

“You’re sooo cute Hanjisungiee~ and loud!! Who knew your deep sleepy laugh could be so powerful~” Lee Know teased.

Han swung and slapped in every direction while trying to grapple at Lee Know’s hands, but the latter thought it was the funniest thing in the world to have Han laughing this hard. His frantic grabbing at Lino’s hands as he simultaneously clutched his quivering stomach was so entertaining to the boy that he didn’t want to stop.

“Plehehease PLEASE!!” Han began to kick at the bed hard, his legs going in all directions, making Lee Know laugh and tease him loudly.

“Please what?” Lee Know said with a way too calm voice.

“PLEAHAHA” Han arched his back.

Lino laughed, “Speak right idiot” he said as he began to tease all over Han’s torso with lighter and quick movements rather than such intense ones. This was even more entertaining to him than before since Han’s anticipation grew by miles every time Lino took a pause.

*heavy breathing* “Plehease wahait ahh~” Han breathed shakily as he giggled, “please please I cahan’t- STOHAP AHAHA” he would scream, and soon after he’d calm down until Lino dove into another spot near his hip, “NohAHA!! Please plehease no!”

Getting bored of only his torso, Lee Know decided to use both his hands to attack Han’s neck and chest. With his hands in a claw-like cat form, he scribbled them all over Han’s collarbones and wiggled them into his neck, causing lots of the most adorable twitches and grabbing at his hands.

“Plehehehe! Aaahahaheha!” Han was smiling so wide while Lino just took the advantage to wreck him to the fullest. So much so that he abandoned his sitting position to lay back down fully over Han.. only to grapple his teeth onto Han’s nape.

“Whahat are yo- NO- AHAH! AAAHAHA” Han screamed at Lino’s mischievous demeanor (and, of course, the awfully ticklish sensations at his neck) as he was clearly smiling into his neck as he bit down gently yet hard enough to make him scream. No matter how much Han shuffled from side to side, he couldn’t seem to get the older off of him.

“AHah.. ahh ahaha!! Plehehease I- hyuhung!” Han only got weaker as Lino began to shake his hair into the crook of his neck and gently traced his fingers over his torso.

“Cuteeee!” Lee Know teased loudly as Han’s little giggles filled the room. He still had an iron grip on both of Lee Know’s wrists with his own hands, but he was too weak to truly stop him now.

“I cahan’t I cahan’t!” Han pleaded to Lino, lazily swatting at his head. He decided to finally let up on the poor boy and he rolled off of him… only to trap him in a hug.

“Lehet me go I don’t trust you” Han giggled.

“Whaattt why!” Lee Know said. His arms were completely enveloping Han’s waist, and because of that comment, he dug the very tips of his fingers into his torso.

“Stohop!! Hyuhuhahng!!” Han slurred his words.

“I don’t know who that issss~”

Han was pushing at Lee Know’s bear hug grip but not really getting anywhere. The subtle poking of his fingers into his sides or ribs was all too overstimulating for it being 4:30am. Once he began to fall limp into Lino’s arms, the older knew he had tired him out enough.

“Your deep laugh is cute Hannie!” Lee Know whispered into the crook of Han’s neck as he squealed a high pitched “ee aah!”

Han had his face covered with both his hands as he began to fall into another deep sleep, a better one after how tired he was now. Lee Know remained holding him with his bear hug grip as they both fell asleep… but not without Lino asking Han if he was happy while he was asleep.

He said yes, very.

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Meowmeowmeowmeiemeowmeoewmeowmeow I love Minsung

[hearted-anon]

Pillow fights!

Words: 1287 Note: For @seungsluvv T/w: None, it's raining cats and dogs ain't it? Lee(s): Know, Seungmin Ler(s): Minho, Seungmin

"Come here, Kim Seungmin!" Minho screeched as they both ran around in endless circles in the bedroom, akin to animals chasing their tail. Lee Know gripped the fluffy pillow tight in his hands, darting after the bolting puppy that had his own pillow too. To Chan's sleepy thinking, courtesy of his overworking behaviour that got his fair share of punishment, he decided to put Seungmin and Minho in the same room, which turned into a massive pillow fight. 

"Get away from me hyung!" Came the reply of the running vocalist, who threw basically everything that was soft, wouldn't hurt anyone but would definitely disrupt his balance of chasing him down. Gasps and grunts came from Lino as he struggled with the amount of pillows thrown at him, although most were dodged from his fast reflexes that were thought to be inhumane. 

"I'm going to catch you- ARGH!" The cat let out a cry when he was toppled onto the pile of pillows he finally got past, just to be knocked down back into them. Seungmin tackled him as hard as he could, using his fluffy shield to protect them both from the pain of their strength. Straddling his waist, Seungmin lifted the pillow above his head, as if wielding a silver sword in his hands, ready to emerge victorious in this battle with rose red blood staining his weapon, a confident smile on his face. 

“Get ready to say goodbye, hyun- GAHAHAHA!” The younger’s once prideful words were cut short as fingers shot to his hips in an instant, kneading the hollows aggressively as the older panted heavily. Seungmin let up with a deafening squeal, his arms crashing down with his pillow that bounced off the floor reluctantly, tugging at the cat’s fingers. He howled in laughter as Minho regained his strength, eyes darkening with vengeance that screamed revenge.

“You thought I’d lose? Lee Minho, losing?” Lee Know scoffed, his voice heavy in sass as his hands worked happily to defeat his mini self. If anything, their only weakness was knowing each other inside out, including how to bring them down from their high horse. The younger nodded rather aggressively, swallowing down another breath in an attempt to regain his strength to no avail. That was a terrible mistake on the puppy’s behalf, another howl emitted as a finger thrusted into his navel, slipping sneakily under his shirt to wiggle and scratch all over in the soft skin.

“NOHOHO! WOHOHORST SPOHOTS ARE CHEHEHEATING! YOHOHOU CHEHEATER!” Seungmin shook his head rapidly at the sensations that quickly took over his lower tummy, digging his heels into the soft pillows that provided no ground to relieve all the shocking sensations. Lino simply chuckled slowly, smiling mischievously as none of the sensations that the younger wanted to stop, stopped. He pondered if this was revenge for forcing Lee Know to admit dogs were better than cats previously, having been quite the ‘cheater’ last time, now revenge being served to him quite coldly. The puppy panicked internally through his hysterics, he had to act fast, not wanting to surrender to Minho in the slightest, he would dig his grave which he was currently doing before that happened.

“Cheating? You call your hyung a cheater?!” Lino finally sounded in feigned anger, narrowing his eyes into slits which paused Seungmin’s thinking. Within a split second, a ring in Minho’s ears vibrated from the sheer scream that the younger one let out when a raspberry was placed below his belly button, his finger still occupying that space. The puppy kicked out through his howling, head tossed back onto the pillows that provided no comfort to him. 

“AHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAP STOHOP STOP!” Seungmin pleaded breathlessly, unable to think straight through the roughness of the torture he was put through. His thoughts clouded through the electrifying sensations, his hair sprawled out over the floor through his thrashing. Minho didn’t let up, determined on hearing his trumpets of victory, and would not stop until he heard it. Although in a blurry haze, Seungmin’s hands mustered up the last of his strength to dig harshly into Lino’s waistline, as roughly as he could through his desperation.

“YOHOHOU LITTLE-! ARGHAHAHAHA!” Lee Know fell backwards with a squeal of his own, the tables finally turned in Seungmin’s favour and to Minho’s dismay. Gasping for air heavily, the younger was quick to throw himself back onto the cat, squishing his nimble fingers into the cat’s v-line without an ounce of regret. His fingers trembled, his face still an incredible bright red from what he was put through, now hungry for his revenge.

“Little what? You’ve had your fun hyung, unless you can’t handle what you dish out? What a shame.” It was quite bold of Seungmin to taunt so teasingly, considering that he was put in the same vulnerable position mere moments ago, laughing his little head off. But he was going to take his revenge, in every way possible, and no matter what. Lee Know could only cackle to his heart’s content, clawing at the younger’s hands to get them off his pudgy skin to no avail.

“YOHOHOU SHUHUCK! LEHEHET GOHOHO!” Minho squealed out, getting more and more desperate with each passing second that the unrelenting fingers stayed put on his waistline, kneading and massaging roughly into the skin that drove him absolutely insane. His smile lines were prominent through his boisterous laughter, his jaw open slightly to let out all the cackles he needed to.

“Hmm…admit defeat..” Seungmin hummed thoughtfully, which wasn’t really that thoughtful considering he replied almost immediately, almost sarcastically thinking to give the older the hope of being let go. The puppy grinned down at the cat who was in ticklish hell, his eyes crinkling up as his smile spread apart his teeth slightly, creating an open mouthed smile that was made to melt anyone’s heart that even saw it. Seungmin was no different, sighing in adoration as Lee Know squealed for mercy when his fingers hit the middle of the sensitive line of skin, slamming his head onto the floor, narrowly avoiding the wood and landing onto the pillow.

“NO! NEHEHEVER!” Minho screeched, his arms lifting up Seungmin’s fingers for a split moment to breathe, before eventually tackling the puppy on the floor. Out of energy, they both stared at each other for a moment, in an almost uncomfortable silence that would make anyone shiver. But as one said, ‘disturb the normal, comfort the weird’, as the next moment both of them bursted into soft giggling, tossing playful insults about their smiles and flushed cheeks and ears. Pillows were thrown, attacks were made, eventually both of them laying in the middle of the room, panting with tears of mirth streaming down their faces as they laid still on the shared mattress.

“Thahahat was soho fun…” The younger breathed out slowly, earning a hum of agreement from the one beside him. He squeaked when arms wrapped around him comfortably, warm breath hitting his scalp as Lino buried his face into Seungmin’s scalp, taking in the scent of his shampoo. Their eyes lidded next to each other, the aircon that circulated throughout the room calming their nerves after the war had finally ended. Breath stilling, pillows and blankets engulfed them in a safe and warm embrace, the once loud shrieks and squeals were replaced with quiet breathing, the two troublemakers cuddling up next to each other as if their life depended on it, as if the moment they let go they’d sink into a pit of darkness that separated the two forever.

Of course they didn’t wake up like that, of course they pushed each other away the next minute, after all, only they knew each other inside out…

[prplocks]

COMEBACK: STRAY KIDS

ROCK-STAR

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[cloudysfluffs]

prismo stop moving, hes trying to make up some constellations!!

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inspired by @tickletails post abt the stars on prismos back and one of the convos we recently bc we are the normalest ever about these two

[coy-lee]

Inspiration smacked me upside the head a awhile ago. As take the product of my random muse!

[bratbutcute]

Sooo after writing this fic I really needed to see some of my favourite parts in the fic. Then I remembered… I can draw.

So here are some parts of ‘A sparkle in the night’.

Honestly Vox saying «I can just hypnotise people!» is one of my favourite moments and I love how it turned out in the drawing.

Also… Vox being ‘foggy’ was just so perfect because old tv did that and I just can’t stop imagining Vox drinking and then just getting foggy for a few seconds.

And then I felt like I needed to draw Alastor. It’s the first ever time drawing him and omg I’m so proud of how it turned out.

This is one of my favourite drawings ever 🥺 I hope you like it 🫶🏻

[mapachedepapel]

A ver, esta vez si en serio.

Hello! I'm Mapache. I'm not used to posting on Tumblr, so I'm probably not gonna post a lot, I'm too lazy anyway. I do traditional drawings, mostly Lorax related stuff, but also some Rpg maker horror stuff,,, I guess???

I don't feel like there's drawings I can say I'm proud of, for like, showing here, but there are these Once-ler scenes redraw anyway. I just finished them.

So, yeah, that's all for now and for a long time too. 👋👋👋👋

[midnightfrappe]

ARE YA’LL READY FOR THE FINAL ROUND?

i really love the chaos of these polls and i had to do my part at posting some shitpost. Tbh i don’t have a specific design for Cecil and couldn’t chose one so i just drew the fkin eye.

[tkpuke]

Best Mistake

Pairing - Alastor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,015

In which you’re a new member in the Hazbin Hotel trying to redeem yourself. Everyone has made you feel welcomed, you’ve warmed up to everyone, everyone except one. It is no secret that you do not trust him, and Alastor seems to take matters into his own hands and change that.

This is a tickle fic. Do not read if that’s not your thing.

It has only been a month, but you vividly remember how your first day went when entering the doors of Hazbin Hotel. Charlie immediately running up to you with such a tight suffocating hug, asking but almost demanding Angel he takes your bags into your room as she expresses her delight of having you stay.

Staying wasn’t your first option. The idea of a sinner redeeming themself enough to see the pearly white gates of Heaven greet them was almost laughable to you. When you first entered Hell, you thought that you finally reached the end. Made yourself at home and rot yourself away almost like how you did on earth.

One stroll in town is when you saw a commercial advertising Hazbin Hotel. You watched Charlie eagerly tell the purpose of the Hotel as she gives the viewers a thirty second tour, almost losing her breath as she tries to fit in as much information as possible before her timed commercial ends. You weren’t alone watching it, people gathering near you as they whisper to the person next to them their opinions. The majority of the reaction was chuckles here and doubts there. You, admittedly, also had your doubts.

Although, did you really believe you belonged down here? That this was your final ending?

Which brings you back to remembering your first day. Charlie had an iron grip on your hand from her excitement, pulling you to every room in the hotel and showing off its purposes and making sure to not leave any details out. Once an hour went by and she finally finished, she made you meet the staff and other guests individually.

You were a little intimidated by Vaggie, but could tell she will be very sweet once she warms up to you. Angel seemed like the guy that could make you crack out of your shy shell by spending five minutes with him. Husk didn’t say much, but you could tell he likes being here rather than anywhere else. Just don’t call him out on that. Niffty left you guessing if she is twelve or somewhere in her mid 20s, would not be surprised if older than that. Oh and also, her swiftness and pleasure for pain and torturing bugs kept you awake on your first few nights. Sir Pentious looks naturally suspicious, but he was actually very nice when greeting and you asked him a little about his egg minions.

“Aaaannd the last person I want to introduce you to is…!” Charlie sing song, bringing you down the halls in search for her last friend she has yet for you to meet. She opens a door, assuming to yourself that’s their room as she peeks her head in a little. You waited behind her, rubbing your neck a little as sudden goosebumps were felt. Charlie turned around after not having much luck finding him in there, but quickly gasped when she looked behind you.

“Alastor! There you are!”

You froze in place for a few seconds as the name fell upon your ears. Alastor. Alastor. You inhaled deeply, slowly turning around and almost having to crane your neck to make visible of the face smiling down at you, arms behind his back and small radio statics being played. Every hair on your body stood up, forgetting to blink when you two locked eyes for a good solid minute.

Count yourself as scared shitless.

You came back to reality, stepping back to keep a good distance between you two but went for a small tumble. “Woah, I got you!” Charlie giggled, catching you before you could fall. Unaware of the now fear written all over your body, she continues on by gesturing her hand towards the seven foot demon.

“Y/N, this is Alastor. Alastor, this is Y/N. Our new guest!”

He sticks his hand out towards you for a handshake, but all you could do was stare at his red claws that looks like he’s been sharpening them every five minutes. Alastor took your hand, knowing he would be standing there all day if he let you willingly shake it.

“Don’t leave me hanging, dear! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/N.” You knew awkward silences went by after that, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his hand interlacing with yours. You just want to get the hell out of here and run far, far away from this hotel and never look back. You knew there would be regrets when you gave this hotel a chance.

Okay, this was actually your first time meeting Alastor, but his stories were no stranger to you. Recalling back when hearing those horrifying, blood-curdling screams being broadcasted on the radio for all to hear as if it was a fair warning, people begin telling you the man responsible behind all of it. You wished later on you’d never asked, The thought of The Radio Demon selecting you as his next victim crawling into your dreams which turned to nightmares. Of course, you know that chance is slim, but is never zero. Down in Hell, you just don’t know what the fuck kind of trouble you’ll find yourself in.

Now having a face to the name, he completely became a new wave of terrifying to you. The red claws you observed earlier sent a shiver down your spine. Those pointy yellow teeth that you swear on Lucifer he’s put to good use. Bonus points for his tall, lanky figure which practically makes him towering over you so easily.

What you did not expect, though, was his strange resemblance to a deer. The antlers and, also, are those ears? Funnily enough, it kind of made him less scary. Almost. Not really.

Ever since your first interaction with him, you weren’t dumb understanding that he right off the bat knows your lack in trust and feeling unsafe around him. You would often walk down the halls being paranoid that eyes were watching you intently, eyes belonging to Alastor but had no further proof it really was him.

At certain times, you were convinced the demon was toying with how you felt by saying things to you that definitely came off creepy, but could never accuse him of doing it purposefully when he smiles like there’s no tomorrow. He always looks at you harmlessly, but you’d be a fool to take that as a sign to let your guard down. Every conversation he picks up with you ends short on your end, pretending you have somewhere else to be.

That somewhere being away from him.

Everyone knew the relationship you stand with him. Some didn’t blame you, especially Vaggie. Others, like Charlie, tried her best to ease your worries.

“Alastor is a great friend, Y/N! Just give him a chance.” She would say to you on most days, but it was gonna take more than believing someone’s word for you.

So, bless her, Charlie decided to come up with a trust activity exercise.

“Charlie, I appreciate you trying but I don’t see how this will make a difference…” You say as she rounds everybody up, some sitting and some standing. Charlie waves a dismissive hand. “Not with that attitude it won’t!” Her confidence is quite admirable, something in which you lack greatly.

She went over the jist of the activity, it being pretty simple. Everyone gets a turn to stand on a table and fall backwards, trusting everyone behind them that they will catch you with no hesitation. It seems easy, but once you are up there doubts will for sure start flooding your mind.

It’s called trust fall. A game you remembered playing when you were in middle school, to test your friends on their trust. However, to put this test on a seven foot demon with a horrifying reputation that all of Hell is aware of? Yeah, you wish you could count yourself out of this one.

One by one, everyone went up on top of the table and fell into the arms of those whose duty was to catch them. Some fell as soon as they climbed on top without letting second thoughts get a chance to swoop in their mind, while others took a little bit of reassurance.

Once it was your turn, you did one last pleading look towards Charlie, but she gave you two thumbs up and gestured for you to go. Sighing, you made your way up and looked down at everyone having their arms up and ready. Your eyes looked over to the middle, there Alastor standing nice and tall with his signature grin. A grin you want to see drop at least once.

As you turned your back, you didn’t hear everyone scoot back and have Alastor the only one standing near the table, in range of catching you easily. You took a couple of seconds to yourself to ease your breathing, because you are embarrassingly afraid of heights, but then you let yourself fall.

Arms slide past under yours, fingers resting on your sides as your back hit against a chest. The first thing that clouded your mind was how it felt like only one person catch you, but the next thing on your mind was how you suddenly felt fingers dig a little in your sides, pulling a small squeal from you as you quickly turn around to view the culprit.

Alastor stared down at you, feigning cluelessness. He clapped his hands together, ignoring your confused yet questionable stare at him. “Now! That wasn’t so hard was it, darling?” Vaggie nodded slightly in agreement, while Charlie ran over and gave you a big hug and excitedly expressing how proud she was of you.

Yet, you are still stuck on the question what just happened right after you fell. Every time you look over at him, he just smiles your way innocently, making you second guess yourself on what you truly felt.

You weren’t crazy. You knew exactly what he did, and he damn well knows it too, but it still feels so unlikely to happen.

Ever since the trust activity happened, which has now been a full week, Alastor seems to be playing a one sided game with you. A game that leaves you frustrated yet confused on what he’s gaining from it.

You’ll find yourself reaching for an item placed high on a shelf. Alastor will come strolling along, offering to give you a helping hand, and in the midst of doing so you’ll feel a ticklish breeze near your ribs. Now, the breeze would feel so similarly like fingers dancing along your ribs, their intent to send a ticklish wave throughout your body. Hence you turning with a glare, but Alastor would simply ignore the face you’d be making and hand you the item you’ve been trying to reach.

Another time you felt the same breeze is when you ultimately made a bad decision thinking you could fit into a hoodie that definitely wasn’t your size. You saw it displayed in a store when you decided to take a walk downtown, immediately calling your name. It was so cute in your eyes, despite realizing it wasn’t your true size you usually get clothes in, you wanted to give it a try.

Now, you noticed it was a grand mistake and a waste of money when the tightness it held around your body was starting to get unbearable. What you weren’t expecting, though, was how it didn’t budge any further when you rolled it up and couldn’t get it over your head, blocking your eyes.

You didn’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed that Alastor was walking down the halls during that time. A blessing, because he saw your poor state and undoubtedly offered to help. A curse, because you felt that damn ticklish breeze along your ribs in the midst of him helping you out, a yelp of surprise leaving your lips.

“There we are!” He exclaimed heartily, tossing the hoodie to the side and watching you fix your ruffled up hair but also eyeing him skeptically. “What was that?” You asked, but it almost sounded like an accusation because you damn well knew what caused it.

“What was what, dear?” He beamed, raising an eyebrow with arms crossed behind. You stared for a couple of seconds, not knowing whether to sound like a lunatic explaining what’s been happening for the last couple of days whenever he’s around, or to let it slide once again. Unfortunately, you were already feeling exhausted and were in the middle of heading to bed, so you waved a dismissive hand.

“Nothing, nothing.”

It kept you on your toes. Always checking your surroundings when walking around outside of your room, it got Angel questioning to Vaggie if someone’s out to get you by how paranoid you look.

You knew how stupid you looked to others, because you haven’t talked about any of what’s happening to you with any of them. You thought they would either laugh and say your imagining things, which you weren’t guilty of also thinking the same, or they would confront the overlord himself. If anything, you were at your wits end. You were considering doing the latter yourself, because it really has you on edge.

And so, you did.

One thing that you like to spend your free time on is painting. Painting anything that’s in front of you or whatever idea you had in mind that day. It could also depend on your mood, and for this particular Tuesday afternoon you felt quite peaceful. Your hands were almost as dirty as your palette, sticking your tongue out a bit whenever you were focused and gently dragging the paintbrush across the paper.

Your peace filled mind abruptly vanished when ears picked up on a familiar humming and distant blue jazz playing on a radio. It didn’t take long for you to put the hum to a name, looking over your shoulder but he was already behind you.

You gasped, his sudden appearance startling you. Standing up a bit too fast caused your easel to tip slightly and send your paper flying down, but luckily Alastor caught it and brought it up high to fully view the painting in front of him.

“You never told me you paint, dearie! I’m certain this will turn out marvelous once you’re finished.” His eyes look up for a response, but you’re standing like it’s a predator vs prey fight. Nervousness written all over you, hands out to defend yourself.

“Don’t you dare.” You say, making him tilt his head and squint his eyes a little. “Don’t I dare what?” His smile tightens, but you swore up and down its a smirk laced with nothing but mischief behind it. He’s being a little shit acting oblivious, and he damn well knows it.

“You know what!” You raised your voice a little, trying to sound intimidating but if he keeps staring down at you like he’s about to pounce, you might shrink in fear. Alastor takes a step forward, and you take a step back.

“Oohh sweetheart, whatever do you mean?” He’s got you backed into a wall, which staggers your confidence. Nonetheless, you gulped away any indication you’re feeling quite rather terrified, as anyone else would, and stand a little taller. “Don’t act dumb, Alastor.” The radio demon hummed as if he was collecting any memory of what could possibly trouble you, which made your eye twitch.

“Ah! Do you mean this?” Bringing his hands forward, Alastor danced his fingers alongside your ribs, instantly having the same vibe as the breeze you’ve been feeling. You barely had any chance to react and defend yourself, immediately grabbing his wrists as tightly as you can to tear them away. It did absolutely nothing, by the way.

Being tickled by an overlord was not on your list of things that could happen down at your time in hell. If anyone were to tickle you at the hotel, Alastor wouldn’t even be one of your top three guesses. Him sending those ticklish breezes your way, knowing how easily it got you to squeal and feel embarrassed. Knowing how it kept you on your toes around him, but still not so sure of yourself if it really was him responsible for it. Knowing how easily it can get under your skin.

He tsked at your hands gripping onto his wrists, his tendrils making an appearance and snatching them away, making your entire torso fully vulnerable. However, he did not continue on with his attack and instead watched you struggle a little, chuckling under his breath.

“Why are yohou doing this?” You say, a nervous giggle tittering out because anyone would be a fool to think his onslaught ends there. Alastor traces his fingers alongside your neck up till it reaches under your chin, which tickles like hell.

“You’ve been far too tensed recently, and there should be none of that.” A calm tone in his voice, acting like he’s not about to bring you into a breathless mess. “And you think what you’ve been doing to me over the last couple of days was making me less tense?” You shot a glare, but it bounced right off of him.

Shrugging his shoulders, Alastor tiptoed his fingers on your tricep all the way down to right on the soft spot of your underarms, causing you to violently jolt. “I thought my little game was helping, with all your delightful short squeals you’ve been giving me. hmm, what does it sound like again?”

His fingers, more like claws, resting on your underarms started scratching, not disappointing him when you squealed just like he predicted. Alastor pressed his fingers in a little deeper, searching for a more boisterous laugh. Your true real laugh that you’ve been choking back lately because of how badly it made you feel insecure.

You did not fail him with his goal. You laughed a little harder and tugged on the restraints on your wrists a little harder, but wherever you move, his hands follow. “I must say Y/N, your laugh is like music to my ears. Shall we have everyone else listen?” He sways his radio stick closer to you, but you shake your head desperately.

“Nohoho! Plehehease!” It was a little humiliating, but you were already getting close to your limit. On earth, friends and family recognized how you were more ticklish than the average person. You were a regular victim to tickle fights with your close loved ones, always yelling truce within five minutes. In this situation, you were a little hesitant that begging would translate to him ‘continue’.

Yet, luck was on your side since Alastor took notice you were already having slight tears mirth your eyes. Regardless, he didn’t plan on doing this for very long from the get-go. The whole thing of him brushing his hands against your sides during the trust fall was a honest mistake, but when Alastor picks up on weaknesses that people have, he puts a pin on it and takes advantage of it later down the road for his own good use. Tickling was something Alastor learned was a common weakness for most people, but the other half people rather enjoyed the feeling and the bond it creates.

For you, he already found out it was the second preference. You will never in a million years admit to it, but this entire thing seemed kind of playful to you. The kind of playful you haven’t experienced in so long. Haven’t laughed genuine in so long, and have all your ticklish spots exploited when the reason behind it is for all in good fun. And oh, to be a teasy asshole. He’s doing great in that field.

“Such a sensitive being you are. Have you always known you were this ticklish?” To be honest, you kind of wished he would stop talking. You can’t explain it, but it made everything tickle ten times worse. He’s aware. Of course he is.

You felt his hands travel to every spot that can be ticklish, quickly catching on he was in search for that one spot that can make you go ballistics. “Alastor, wahahait..” you stopped struggling awhile ago, realizing it brought you no use. He yet again ignored your giggly pleas, fueling him to keep going. The more his hands traveled down almost near your hips, the more you start to get nervous and newfound energy kicking in to pull your body away from him.

He catches on.

His next movement happened so fast, you swear it all went down in a blink. The minute he latched onto your hips, you let out a snort, cheeks forming a tint of pink. The tendrils finally release your wrists, at the same time Alastor switched up the pace and drilled his thumbs in a motioning circle. Your legs didn’t stand a chance to support you up, immediately crashing down but he did not follow.

You laid there for a moment, greedily sucking in sweet air to the point you almost thought you saw Heaven itself. When you felt like you collected yourself, you slowly sat up and moved a couple of strands away from your face to view Alastor, looming over you with his widest grin yet in his books. “Bad spot?” He tilts his head down at you, and in response you huff and roll your eyes. He lends you his hand, looking at it hesitantly before taking it. “Come now, let’s get you on your feet.”

You brushed yourself off, finding your painting propped up neatly back on the easel. Alastor follows your eyes, coming to stand next to you. “If you add a pop of red into the sunset you’re creating, I’d say it would almost look like I’m viewing out from a window. What do you say?” Raising an eyebrow, you look up at him. “Do you know how to paint?”

Alastor beams. “Not at all.”

You chuckle at that, picking up the palette and switching to a new freshly blank paper. Picking up a second paintbrush, you handed it over to the demon. “Here, I’ll teach you.”

Teaching wasn’t your strong suit, or either Alastor was seriously terrible at painting. Either way, you guys shared a couple of laughs, listened to any stories he got reminded of along the way, gladly listening. The finished product was suppose to be anything his heart desires to paint of, and after examining it for a few seconds you felt the need to ask what the hell you were looking at. To him, it’s him and his mother enjoying a warm meal of jambalaya while sitting on their front porch. To you, it’s just a big blob of bright colors, but the more you squint the more you start to see his vision and let out a small smile.

The guilt of judging him way too harshly off the bat started to set in. You tried not to blame yourself too much, because if anyone heard the tales and myths you’ve been hearing about The Radio Demon, anyone would jump at the sight of him. Although, there’s one thing you always believed in people: Second Chances.

If everyone at the hotel did not see a problem with not only having him stay, but having him help out a tremendous amount to have Hazbin live up to its full potential, then that must mean they all put a lot of trust in the guy. Charlie specifically, and although people might say she’s naive, she’s not dumb. If putting full trust in Alastor was a mistake, she would’ve taken care of that a long time ago.

However, trust is a sensitive topic for you. Alastor has a long way of achieving that, but for now the time you’re spending with him is something you’ll smile to yourself later tonight.

Maybe The Hazbin Hotel has already started to redeem some qualities of yourself you thought you would never get to see.

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Hi I know you’re busy with like a ton of other requests and stuff but if you get the time can you write a part two to the knight’s foolish play fic? I loved it so much and I would LOVE to see more of that kind of trope! maybe with lee! Han and Ler! Minho?

Love yaaa 🖤

A King's happy indulgence.

Words: 1837 Note: I'm sorry this took so long, not really in the best of places... T/w: Roughness, hint of romantic development, pinning (not bondage), tools Lee: Jisung Ler: Minho

Minho trekked the walls of the castle longingly, hand running across the velvet carpet that was more than happy to welcome him in. He didn’t want to be filming himself in stuffy costumes and harsh words that he was forced to spit out for so long, but it was what the entertainment needed. He was nothing but a knight to his fate despite his role, a blade pressed to his throat to keep his lips sealed about whatever happened behind the scenes. 

“You said you wanted to see me?” A voice called out from behind him, below him, below his status. Right- He was acting, none of his members were his friends anymore the moment they stepped into the world of fantasy. Snapping his head, he met the eyes of his most loyal knight, Han Jisung. Cold brown eyes pierced the younger, his hands struggling to maintain their hold on the silver sword that stabbed into the floor below.

“Of course, please allow me.” The older gave the bare crumbs of a smile towards the younger, which was gratefully treasured before scurrying towards his Majesty. With a huff he stood in front of Lee Know, pushing out his chest to seem more courageous than he was; a King couldn’t be protecting his servants after all. It earned a chuckle from the older, which allowed Jisung’s eyes to sparkle in admiration from the heavenly sound. 

A wooden door creaked open with a squeaky giggle, sucking out their breath from its view. Jisung’s throat went dry at how Minho looked under the glistening moonlight, tinted blue eyes reflected with each breath that sounded through him. His heart pounded out of his chest, gulping down whatever dignity he had to gawk at the unreal looks on his Majesty, truly deserving of his title in the blank eyes of Han.

“Are you alright? You’ve barely moved.” Minho snapped Han out of his own thoughts with a voice filled with worry, Jisung blinked in confusion to the glove hands that waved in front of him, having been completely enamoured by Lee Know just a few moments ago that flew by with a gentle breeze of the night. He nodded quickly with a gulp, hoping that his sinful and eyes of admiration wouldn’t be noticed, god forbid it happened. 

“Would you come here for a moment?” The younger was never quicker to dash over to the older’s side, almost making it to the bed in the blink of an eye. His mind was hazy, repeating the image of someone so majestic under the glorious moon light like a broken record, jealous of anyone that was able to lay their hands on him. However, his lack of awareness might’ve been the end of him, so much for chivalry…

In what felt like a flash bang, Jisung was pinned onto the soft bed, arms trapped under his Majesty’s thighs. He shrieked, feeling a sense of deja vu at his vulnerability. The fluffy fabric of baby blue sheets didn’t do anything to let him away from the muscular thighs of the older, struggling to even move his arms an inch; he was completely stuck. 

That was when it dawned on him why he remembered it so well.

“Remember our ‘banter’ last time? Well, as King, I order you to let me have my fair share.” Minho chuckled mischievously, wiggling his fingers above Jisung’s vulnerable waist to earn a loud shriek of surprise. He twisted, squirmed and thrashed all he could but knew damn well that he wasn’t going anywhere trapped under thighs that felt like chains.

“Wahahait! Plehehease please!” Jisung begged, anticipatory giggles already slipping out of him, what an embarrassment of a knight. His armour was melted away in a matter of seconds, left behind the flustered shell of someone that wasn’t the strongest of soldiers at all. All he earned was a disappointed tut, before his faux silver armour was unbuttoned, revealing a set of faint abs that the older resisted the temptation to gawk at. 

“Please what? Please start already? Of course!” Minho enthusiastically exclaimed, earning quite the loud protest of screams in return. He shook his head playfully with a cheshire grin, grabbing the same bottle of body oil from previously. Waving the bottle teasingly atop the squirming quokka, he poured some right into his navel on purpose, snickering when it elicited a shriek from the cold feeling. 

“Noho no no! Plehehease Minho!” Jisung babbled and pleaded, shivering when the oil was rubbed all over his slim waist. He stamped his feet onto the sheets, throwing his head back in anticipation as he stared at the older with the most pleading eyes he could muster. In all fairness, Lee Know was tempted well enough to give in to those puppy eyes, the moonlight encapsulating how his eyes twinkled in it must’ve done something to him, definitely. However, when a cat has caught their prey, they don’t let go. 

“Where were the honorifics? Bold aren’t we? Well me too.” Minho teased lowly, dreaded fingers descending onto his pale tummy, stroking up and down delicately with a hum. The younger let out a shriek, giggles bubbling up in his throat like an active volcano in an instant. He spun his head side to side, unable to take the fingers that danced over his oiled tummy as if an ice cube. 

“Plehehehase! I-I’m sohohohory! Hyung!” Jisung babbled, barely coherent through breathless giggles that might as well have been stealing his Majesty’s breath away too. It dripped like honey off his tongue, naturally coaxing in a wild Minho to his den; how unfortunate. The older craved more of those giggles, lost in a trance as his fingers didn’t stop their movements. He was brought back by a squeal when he went to Jisung’s pale ribs that stuck out from his vulnerable position, shaking his head.

“Well, you’re not sorry if you pulled that move previously…” Minho scoffed, an obvious denial to what he was truly feeling inside.In retaliation, both to his growing flush and poor Jisung, his once gentle fingers dug harshly into the younger’s ribs, nails that were blunt slipping through oil filled crevices to the fleshy skin below. Worth it, Han thought, but was cut off with his own scream when Minho found his ribs more interesting. He bursted into cackles, tugging at his arms trapped under muscular thighs desperately.

“AHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE I REALLY AHAHAHAM!” His crinkled eyes tried their very best to open up to show his so-called remorse, but was more of a show of a moon cycle that was cut off way too quickly. His eyes squeezed back into crescents as fast as he opened them, oil dripping down his sides from all the thrashing. Now, Lee Know may have been a menace, may have the least amount of mercy out of everyone, and may do everything in his power to ensure no one left his grasp alive, but he was kind, letting up on his torso that buzzed with after tingles.

“Hm. Sorry? Then let me do this for…myself, not you, heheh.” Minho said rather thoughtfully, but behind those icy eyes held no meaning, blank as a canvas waiting to be painted with colour and life once more. Getting off Jisung, the younger rubbed at his wrists, though the feeling of having the older be so kind and caring made him melt. Hesitantly as if a stray cat, the ‘King’ rubbed at the ‘Knight’s’ wrists, ensuring he wasn’t badly hurt before tearing off the faux silver armour. It revealed tan thighs underneath with shorts, exposing his thighs for the world to see; well Minho was Jisung’s world, they just didn’t realise it.

“WAIT! Anywhere but thehehere! Plehehease please PLEASE-!” Although loud and whiny with his begs, there was no move to actually tap out or stop any of the cruel majesty’s action, earning a soft chuckle in return. That wasn’t fair, Han was sure with that chuckle he would be willing to let himself be tickle tortured for all he cared, it was too sweet not to crave more of. 

Well, if he didn’t rub oil over his thighs.

“And why not? Are you ticklish or something?” Minho inquired with a fake innocence and a cheshire grin once more, humming a tune under his breath as a squirmy quokka refused to give the answer he wanted; but maybe those cute and puffed up cheeks would be enough to satiate his craving? Unfortunately not. Grabbing a paint brush from his night stand, he swirled it into the younger’s inner thighs, right above his knee. His legs that once held the quokka’s arms down now spreaded his legs wide apart, wanting to paint his canvas nice and colourful with hysterics that bounced off the bedroom. 

“Y-You know I AHAHAM! NONONO! BRUSHES AHAHAHRE UNFAHAHAHIR! HYUHUHUHNG!” Pounding on the older’s back, tugging at his legs, squirming around, nothing worked to let the ruthless cat up on its prey, settling for his fate. The brushes that ran along his thighs paired with the oil were effective in driving him into crazed bouts of laughter, it felt like soft nails that worked up the squishy dough of his thighs.

“Unfair? Hm. I think this is unfair.” Lee Know grinned one last time before wrapping his nimble fingers around the slippery thighs, barely able to secure around it from its muscle and fat mass but it was doable. And then he squeezed, squished, scribbled everywhere on the undersides of them. Nothing prepared the older for the scream that was unleashed throughout the room, followed by laughter that might’ve been mistaken for a witch if they weren’t careful.

“NOHOHO! AHAHAHAH-!” Poor Han, he barely lasted a minute before drowning in silent laughter, his legs trembling in the air as the undersides were tormented without an end. The smooth oil allowed gliding of nails without a hitch, squishy enough to fit all five of his nails one each side. With a smirk the older let go, letting the quokka’s thighs slam into the bed softly with a thud.

He crawled close, cradling the younger in his arms as if nothing had happened. Panting with a red face, it seemed to glow brighter at the sudden close proximity of the two; he swore it wasn’t this hot in the room last time they played together. He melted when MInho ran a hand through his hair, cardling it with a smile that he swore flashed on and off as well, his heart choked in his throat at the soft sight.

“I order you to sleep.” Lee Know demanded softly, barely above a whisper as his nose dived for Han’s hair too, sniffing it with a contented sigh at the whiff of pine and mint. Only a tired nod was given back, both of their eyes lidding as they were lulled to sleep under the moonlight’s lullaby and the wind’s charm.

Maybe they both were oblivious, but when they awoke, it was no surprise of the stares they got by staff.

[shark-usha]

[starleska]

so those of us who've been writing for and discussing the Toymaker have found it a little tricky at times to discern the Toymaker's characteristics, given how often he changes up his accent, appearance, and temperament!! so, we developed a very silly solution 🙈💖 what's more fun that arbitrary categorisation? these are the different 'facets' of the Toymaker we've noticed - or rather, the characters he plays - and the shorthand names we use for him!! each name corresponds to a particular presentation of the Toymaker, largely tied to changes in voice, appearance and personality. there are moments where these distinct characters bleed into one another! we have:

1920s German Toymaker: the playful, teasing, pseudo-German speaking Toymaker who sells Charles Bannerjee Stooky Bill, and who menacingly juggles at the Doctor and Donna. this is the Toymaker at his personal best: fully invested in his character and thriving in a toy-themed performance. 🧸

French Cabaret Toymaker: the charming, lipsticked, French-accented dancer who accosts the Doctor on the street and sways amid the mayhem of The Giggle. this is a Toymaker who revels in chaos and destruction, and who is equal parts stunning and disquieting 🕺

Marionettist Toymaker: the frightening and severe puppeteer who grows to an impossible size, pulls marionette-Charles' strings and speaks in rhyme. this Toymaker feels the most similar to the original Celestial Toymaker played by Michael Gough! although superficially similar to other Toymakers, his hair is noticeably different and his demeanour is far more sinister 🧵

Showman Toymaker: the volatile ringmaster whose emotions shift on a dime, and who seems equally torn between performance, play, and injustice. this Toymaker is marked in contrast to Marionettist and 1920s German due to the occasional appearance of his American accent, and the apparent sincerity with which he delivers his show for Donna. 🎪

British Card Dealer Toymaker: the cool, calculating cardician whose respect for the game overshadows any desire for drama. much like with Showman, little glimpses of the Toymaker's other characters peek out here, but this Toymaker has a marked seriousness about him that's only knocked by his excitement upon gaining an advantage or winning. 👑

Band Leader Toymaker: the impossible menace with a distinctly feral energy. this Toymaker is a sadist: causing wanton pain, destruction and murder and loving every moment of it. Spice Up Your Life indeed 🌹

WWI Pilot Toymaker: the furious child who refuses to lose. this Toymaker is one who has grown frustrated with those around him who won't play his games, and these frustrations make him unable to maintain his previous playful persona: instead, we see lashings of anger coupled with violence, and the notable sadism of Band Leader 👨‍✈️

(Bonus) Flat Toymaker: the loser, and the lost little boy. i will admit, this was originally because i wanted an even set 😂💖 however, there's an intriguing moment of vulnerability from the Toymaker here, when he begs the Doctor for mercy. for a moment, we get a look into that 'vastness that will never cease' beneath all of the Toymaker's pomp and frills, and we see how truly frightened he is 🎁

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Made a pink Onceler Valentine 🩷

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commission for @bwamatoast !!!!!! these little guys!!! super fun to draw hehe :3

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''You know I'd wreck you if I could'' ''Ohh when I catch you~'' ''Just wait until I get my hands on you''

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