#ler!warfstache

[most-fuckable-character-showdown]

Characters included in the showdown

If any of these characters are repeated or under 18 please let me know asap so I can switch them out

Remus Sanders from Sanders Sides (17)

Janus Sanders from Sanders Sides (14)

Logan Sanders from Sanders Sides (13)

Eda Clawthorne from The Owl House (13)

Roman Sanders from Sanders Sides (11)

Virgil Sanders from Sanders Sides (10)

Din Djarin/Mandalorian from The Mandalorian (10)

Remy Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (10)

Patton Sanders from Sanders Sides (9)

Noise from Roleslaying with Roman (8)

The Once-ler from the Lorax (7)

Sans from Undertale (6)

Angel from Hell’s Belles (5)

Julian Devorak from The Arcana (5)

William Afton from fnaf (4)

Ingo from Pokémon (4)

Leon S Kennedy from Resident Evil (4)

Anxiety Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (4)

Clay Puppington from Moral Orel (4)

Youngblood from Roleslaying with Roman (4)

Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls (3)

Shane from The L Word (3)

Jameson Jackson from Jacksepticeye (3)

The Other Side of the Pillow from Thomas Sanders Shorts (3)

Virgil the Rat from Ride the Cyclone (3)

Kylo Ren from Star Wars (3)

Megamind from Megamind (3)

Bucky Barnes from MCU (3)

Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield) from No Way Home (3)

Mike from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Ryker from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Roman from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Raine Whispers from The Owl House (3)

Vash the Stampede from Trigun Stampede (3)

Nicholas D Wolfwood from Trigun (3)

Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale (2)

Sage Lesath from Last Legacy (2)

L Lawliet from Death Note (2)

Crowley from Good Omens (2)

Dr. Bright from SCP Foundation (2)

Shrek from Shrek (2)

Peter Cola from CNP (2)

Peppino from Pizza Tower (2)

Tangerine from Bullet Train (2)

Luis Sera from Resident Evil 4 (2)

Darius from The Owl House (2)

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal (2)

Alastor from Hazbin Hotel (2)

Enjorlas from Les Miserables (2)

Jessie from Pokémon (2)

James from Pokémon (2)

Mettaton EX from Undertale (2)

Sampo Koshi from Honkai Star Rail (2)

Wilford Warfstache from Markiplier (2)

The Narrator from The Stanley Parable (2)

Shego from Kim Possible (2)

Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil (2)

Blackbeard from Our Flag Means Death (2)

Orange Side from Sanders Sides (2)

Lucio from The Arcana (2)

Burgundy Red from Roleslaying with Roman (2)

Puff Puff Humbert from Your Favorite Martin (2)

Viktor Humphries from Slime Rancher (2)

Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel (2)

Miss Secondopinionson from Moral Orel (2)

Eggman from Sonic (2)

Spamton from Deltarune (1)

The Corinthian from The Sandman (1)

Asra Alnazar from The Arcana (1)

Felix Escellun from Last Legacy (1)

Edwin from Gummy and the Doctor (1)

Hatori from Fruits Basket (1)

Izzy Hands from Our Flag Mean Death (1)

Undyne from Undertale (1)

Glamrock Freddy from fnaf: security breach (1)

Gummy from Gummy and the Doctor (1)

Nadia Satrinava from The Arcana (1)

Scorpia from She Ra (1)

Jareth the Goblin King from Labyrinth (1)

Vaporeon from Pokémon (1)

Rouge the Bat from Sonic (1)

Aaravos from The Dragon Prince (1)

Millions Knives from Trigun Stampede (1)

Spock from Star Trek (1)

Toriel from Undertale (1)

Bowser from Super Mario (1)

Shota Aizawa from My Hero Academia (1)

Tom Nook from Animal Crossing (1)

Critic Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (1)

Skeletor from Masters of the Universe (1)

Elias Bouchard from The Magnus Archives (1)

Asmodeus from Obey Me (1)

Guillermo from What We do in the Shadows (1)

Asgore Dreemurr from Deltarune (1)

Dio Brando from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (1)

Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who (1)

Death from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (1)

Red Guy from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared (1)

Padme from Star Wars (1)

Archibald Asparagus from Veggie Tales (1)

Shen Jiu from The Scum Villain’s Self Saving System (1)

Roxanne Wolf from fnaf: security breach (1)

Gomez Addams from The Addams Family (1)

Rick Sanchez from Rick and Morty (1)

Fiona from Shrek (1)

Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas (1)

Emile from Cartoon Therapy (1)

Vlad Masters from Danny Phantom (1)

Eyeless Jack from Creepypasta (1)

Merlin from Fate/Grand Order (1)

Verosika Mayday from Helluva Boss (1)

Ganondorf from The Legend of Zelda (1)

Michael Afton from fnaf (1)

Marvus Xoloto from Hiveswap (1)

Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium (1)

Jang Jaeyoung from Semantic Error (1)

The Bog King from Strange Magic (1)

Batman from Batman (1)

Randy Jade from Dialtown (1)

Yor Forger from Spy x Family (1)

Mark Winters/Wavelength from Just Role With It (1)

Dr. Alto Clef from SCP Foundation (1)

Striker from Helluva Boss (1)

Stoic the Vast from How to Train your Dragon (1)

Bandit from Bluey (1)

Spain from Hetalia (1)

Dorian Gray from The Picture of Dorian Gray (1)

Muriel from The Arcana (1)

[franklyshipping]

There Is Warmth In The Cold (Code Cold Part 2) ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE A FIC DERIVED FROM A BRILLIANT ANON PROMPT, AND THIS FIC IS ALSO TECHNICALLY A LIL SEQUEL TO THIS FIC RIGHT HERE WHICH YOU CAN READ FIRST IF YOU LIKE! LET’S DO THIIIS!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler @ericlee-derekson and @ericleederekson

I think we all know by now that Darkiplier is not often a playful man. On the Iplier side of things such silliness is usually embodied by Wilford Warfstache, or frankly literally anyone else… but not today. Today levity drove his heart as iciness thrived at his hands, and the shadowed gentleman prowled the halls of the ego manor looking for his prey… his soon to be tickled prey. Everyone knew the game was afoot and had hidden accordingly, all with giddy, nervous smiles, tingling skin and pounding hearts as the anticipation thrived inside them all. Silence roamed the halls along with Dark, for he was still looking for the one who would be his first giggly victim.

Dark entered one of the smaller living rooms, one that was home to browns and beiges. A single leather couch made up the room’s central feature, on top of a black, fuzzy rug, whilst off to the side was an armchair by the fire, whilst books and stray ornaments littered the rest of the room. It was lit by one great bay window, flanked by satin, burgundy curtains that seemed to always house a layer of dust no matter how many times Harold had them laundered. Dark smiled. Such was the nature of things in the manor sometimes. He stood by the window for a moment, sighing at the feeling of the sun… but then, quite the curious noise caught his attention.

It was a sneeze. A kitten-like sneeze to be precise, coming from behind one of the monolithic, dust-kissed curtains. Dark grinned, and in a menacing flash took hold of the curtain and opened it… to reveal a wide-eyed, pink-cheeked Eric Derekson. Eric gazed up at Dark and gulped. Suddenly the finely suited man seemed taller than normal, though Eric figured that was due to the menacing aura of shadow that teased the edges of his frame.

‘Hello.’

Dark’s voice was practically a whisper as he softened into an easy, charming smile.

‘H-Hi.’

Eric gulped as Dark got closer to him, his black eyes flicking over Eric as recollections of Eric’s ticklish spots filled his brain. The places that made him whine, squeal, giggle, and of course scream.

‘If you don’t mind my saying so Eric… I think you look wonderfully ticklish today.’

Eric’s jaw dropped as his face completely reddened, a choked squeak coming from the back of his throat as his nervous system suddenly flooded with tingles. This was so unfair. Eric was so susceptible to verbal teases that he just never knew what to do with himself! Like right now, he couldn’t find his words and therefore could only bow his head with a soft whimper. Dark felt the ice around his heart thaw a little as he chuckled, and snuck his fingers under Eric’s chin so he could tilt his head back up.

‘Ah ah, no hiding. I want to be able to see that pretty blush, and that even prettier smile.’

Eric bit his lip, but it didn’t stop the meek grin creeping onto his face as a nervous giggle escaped him. Dark smirked at the sound, and decided it was time to draw out even more. He leaned in, mouth brushing Eric’s ear as he whispered.

‘Now… it’s time to play.’

Eric squealed when he was suddenly slung over Dark’s shoulder, and the sweet guy burst into flustered babbles, stammering and pleading for Dark to be gentle, promising to behave – all sorts of nonsensical, adorable things that made Dark laugh fondly. He dropped Eric on the couch and crawled on him, using shadows to pin his arms above his head as he cooed.

‘Oh you sweet, sweet thing, I would never be so cruel to the likes of you. Don’t you worry…’

Dark trailed off as he teased a fingertip down the side of Eric’s neck, making him tremble and whine.

‘… you’re going to love every second of this.’

Dark winked, and then Eric gasped when Dark buried his face snugly in the crook of his neck… and started tickling. Dark’s chosen starting method were the softest, fluttering kisses you could imagine, cascading all the way from Eric’s ears down to his collar, then right back up again. Eric’s face scrunched up as he descended into a very cute stream of giggles.

‘D-Dahahark nonononoho plehehease!’

Dark chuckled, maintaining his tickling as he let out a soft sigh.

‘Aww, does this tickle?’

Dark’s rumbling, teasing voice made the sensations feel all the worse for Eric, who had now scrunched up his face as he babbled.

‘Yehehes ihihit ti-t-ohohoho gohohosh hehehelp!’

‘Oh no-one’s coming to help, it’s just you and me.’

Dark growled softly, before he elected to brush his deviously scratchy facial hair against Eric’s skin to make him squeal. Not one single part of Eric’s neck was left un-teased, despite Eric’s shoulders trying passionately to block him off.

‘Thihihis ihihis mehehean!’

Dark smirked and leant up, playfulness gleaming in his eyes.

‘You know, you’re complaining rather a lot for someone who volunteered for this little game of hide and seek.’

Eric gaped, before bashfully looking away from his dreadful ler. It was a fact that any ego who wasn’t in the mood would never be forced into anything tickling-relating… but it just so happened that today Eric was in a certain mood, and may have also been one of the first egos to eagerly try and find his hiding spot. Now, though Dark found Eric’s bashfulness endearing, he very much wanted his attention back. He raised his hands in front of him, and started absently curling and uncurling his fingers… slowly.

‘Goodness it was cold out there today…’

Dark sighed. Eric gulped, his attention immediately captured as Dark’s twitching fingers started to inch towards the edge of his t-shirt.

‘I’m so grateful to you Eric, for offering me your warmth so selflessly.’

Eric whined, smiling nervously as he instinctively started to struggle, but Dark’s shadows held fast. Eric was well and truly helpless as Dark’s fingers inched ever closer… before they made contact. Eric squealed as Dark’s fingers slipped under his t-shirt, dragging against his soft tummy and eagerly scratching at his bare skin. And boy those fingers were cold.

‘NUHUHU-nahahat thehere p-plehehease nahat my tuhuhummy!’

Eric arched at the feeling of Dark’s talented, icy digits as they scratched away. Eric found himself squeaking and yipping at the temperature before he even felt the tickles, it was maddening! Dark meanwhile was enjoying himself, immensely.

‘Mmh, so warm and soft, how perfect.’

Dark exhibited a devilish smirk as he pinched at the soft sides of Eric’s stomach, drawing out some precious snorts from the fruitlessly squirming man. Eric’s head tossed back and forth as his frantic giggling hit every octave known to mankind whilst electricity spread through his midriff, catching every little hidden nerve that Eric had.

‘Plehehehease mehehercymercymercy!’

‘Mercy? Hm… remind me what mercy is?’

‘DAHARK!’

Eric shrieked, before spluttering and wriggling helplessly as Dark scratched at his waistline, snickering fondly.

‘Poor thing, are tummy tickles too much for you? Are they too much for the little tickle baby, hm?’

Eric laughed brightly as he shook his head, feeling like his entire face and both his ears were on fire from how flustered he was!

‘Ihihihi’m nahahat aha BAHABY!’

‘No? Are you sure?’

One of Dark’s hands suddenly darted to tickle under Eric’s chin, startling him so much that he made the most adorable gurgling sound.

‘NAHA!’

Dark laughed warmly at the sound; also, said sound surprised Eric so much that he could only splutter, too embarrassed to form anything near coherent. Luckily for him, Dark was satisfied that Eric had been tickled enough – on this occasion at least. Dark dissipated his shadows and moved off Eric, sitting on the couch and looking down at him affectionately.

‘I think I proved my point there, don’t you think?’

Eric beamed as he curled up, pulling his t-shirt down and rubbing at his stomach as he mumbled.

‘M-Maybe…’

Dark smirked, and stroked his fingers tenderly through Eric’s dark hair, adoring how the young man sighed and melted at the gentle touches. It had taken Dark a long time to get to a place where he was capable of giving gentleness to others, and receiving it from them too. But now he was here, and it was the most beautiful place Dark could ever have imagined.

‘Hey Eric?’

‘Mmh?’

Dark smiled. A warm, sly smile.

‘How would you like to join me in my seeking duties?’

Eric’s doe eyes lit up, and suddenly a new, excited energy filled him to the brim. Eric loved it when others made him laugh, but making others laugh? He loved that just as much.

‘Yes please!’

Dark chuckled before they stood up in unison, and so began their hunt as a union, and oh what a mighty union they did make. They truly were the most perfect symbiosis of sadism and sweetness, taunting and praise, roughness and tenderness. And together, Darkiplier and Eric Derekson spread warmth across the manor so that every ego – tickled and un-tickled alike – could feel it.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO, WOOO LUV YOUS!!

[cloudysfluffs]

Handcuffs

A Christmas fic! A HUGE thank you to @thetickleeraven to finish this up for me!! I neeeever would have had this dont if it wasnt for them, so thanks again!!! Anyway, yup, christmas ego fic!

Warning; Darkstache and tickle fluff!

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It was a tradition recently started. The Septic egos and the Ipliers would have Christmas together. For the most part, it was a lot of fun! The gift exchanges usually went well and it was a good time to talk with the others.

Anti, Will, and Dark were seated on the floor by the Christmas tree, talking and catching up. Anti slid a gift to Will, chuckling softly. Will didn’t hesitate in opening the brightly wrapped gift.

Inside was a black box, and inside that black box, rest a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs.

Will glanced up at Anti, who had at this point, nearly died laughing. It wasn’t long before Will joined him; even Dark was forcing back a smile.

“Veeeery funny, Glitchy!” Will chuckled, picking up the gift. “I get it, you know me so well~”

“I sure do, Bubblegum~!” Anti teased, tossing the key he had taken earlier between his hands. Dark sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose to hide his amused grin. Will locked the open handcuffs around his wrist, smirking as Anti started giggling again.

“Any takers~?” He purred, leaning against Dark. Dark’s face tinted blue a bit, though he shook it off almost immediatly. Dark grinned, turning towards Will and taking his hands. A few nearby egos ‘ooh'ed at the turn of events. Will chuckled, hooking his arms around Dark’s waist so that they were basically stuck together. Dark rest his hands on Will’s sides as he pulled the other into a gentle kiss.

Anti ‘ew'ed jokingly, like a child seeing their parents kiss. But Will and Dark ignored him, to caught up in the moment. Well, Will was.

Dark, however, developed an idea. Wilford was handcuffed, completely vulnerable, right in front of him. It was too perfect an opportunity.

Dark’s hands found their way to Will’s sides as his fingers began kneading into the soft flesh. Dark couldn’t help his grin as Wilford recoiled before bursting into silly giggles.

“Dahahark! W-Whahat the Hehehell?!” The pink-haired ego squealed at the feeling of wiggling fingers. He couldn’t pull himself away, his handcuffs were looped around the one tickling him! Everytime he jumped back Dark came with him.

“I know you love being tickled, but you don’t have to keep pulling me closer, Will.” Dark snickered as his fingers danced beneath his boyfriend’s shirt, squeezing and poking at every scrap of skin they found.

“Oh mahahan, thihis is priceless!” Anti laughed as he jingled the key in the air. “There’s no escape for poor Wilfy~”

“Gihihimme thehe kehehey!” Will laughed and squealed as Dark nuzzled his neck, letting his prickly stubble scratch over the ticklish skin.

“Nah, this is way more entertaining.” Anti sneered, spinning the key chain on his index finger.

“SHUHUT UHUP!” Will squealed as Dark’s fingers began making their way down to his hips. “DAHARK NO STOHOHOHOP!” Dark grinned wickedly at Will’s hysterical laughter and wild thrashing that only served to bring Dark closer.

“You shouldn’t have been so careless around the tickle monster, Will~ Now he’s gonna get you!” With that, he dug his fingers into those ever so sensitive hollows.

“FUCK PLEHEHEHEASE! PFFTAHAHAHA!” Wilford bucked and shrieked in full belly laughter, his thrashing pulling Dark so close he was chest-to-chest with him. Dark didn’t mind, it meant he got to see that adorable smile and those pink cheeks up close.

“Please what? Tease you some more about how helpless and ticklish you are? Because I could definitely do that. Cootchie coo”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Will quickly brought his hands up to cover his burning red face. At least he tried. Since they were still handcuffed to Dark, as soon as his hands shot towards his face, they only managed to push Dark’s face into Will’s. Thus, bringing the two in for another kiss, only this time with more laughter.

“Oh come on you guys, we get it, you’re in love.” Anti mockingly gagged as Dark stopped his tickling to enjoy a calmer kiss.

After a few minutes of Wilford and Dark enjoying each other Anti had run out of patience and left the room, leaving Wilford, still in handcuffs, alone with his tickle monster.

[switchy-lee-tan]

Who do you ship Schneeplestein with?

I like him with Anti, Chase, Jack, Warfstache, idk I’m a multishipper. Just asking for help with some future t-fic ideas :)

[bimlee-trimmer]

Hello....

I am back, and I hope you guys are not too mad at me...

@darkipli-ler @google-switchy-red @bubbleegum-warfstache @lil-star-child @franklyshipping

[luminary-gremlin]

Silver vs Wilford (Poly vs Poly) [Finale]

Tagging: @wilford-lee-warfstache @yandere-ipli-ler @thehostofleetrature

@darkipli-ler @magnumtickles

           “Alright, and…begin!”

           Yan cheered out, thus starting the final fight. Both Silver and Wilford stood on their side of the matt, yet both hesitated to move, eyeing each other. You see, when you’re the main lee in your poly it can be really easy to become…lee.

           “Aye, why aren’t they movin’? Or tickling each other?”

           Magnum looked over to Dark, who stroked his chin with a smirk. Now he understood why this fight was so complicated. Not only was it just as equal for the hero or his boyfriend to win, but it was equivalent on whether they would be lee or ler. He let out a fond chuckle.

           “Who said that they were going to tickle each other?”

           Host inquired, sipping his hot cocoa beside Yandere. His statement made everyone turn their heads, including the two fighters who were blushing at being called out.

           “W-well it’s not MY fault that Darky had to be so teasy with Host and I got jealous cause I wanted to be teased like that!”

           Wilford huffed, turning his back with a huff and turning his nose up.

           “Y-yeah! And when Yan took down Magnum and made him s-so helpless, I-i-i-it made me want to be helpless too…”

           The hero mumbled, playing with his fingers shyly as he looked over to his group innocently.

           “So, why didn’t either of you speak up?”

           Yan tilted her head in confusion. Both Silver and Wilford looked at each other and bowed their heads in embarrassment.

           “W-we thought that if either of us said we were lee it would disqualify us a-and we really wanted to be a part of this competition with you guys cause it sounded so fun…”

           Silver rubbed his arm shyly as Wilford nodded in agreement. Dark and Yan shared a look and nodded, knowing exactly how to resolve this. The latter then walked over to their respected lee and held their hands.

           “I think I may have an idea to help resolve your moods and still be a part of this competition~”

           Wilford’s eyes lit up at Dark’s purr before he was pinned down with his arms over his head, and even giggled as Silver received the same treatment. They both lied side by side with enough space for Host to sit in between them to sense their vitals and to pin down their legs to hinder them from escaping while holding a stopwatch. Magnum joined by lying on top of both their arms above their heads, which in returned allowed Dark and Yan to have both hands free for tickling their lees.

           “The rules are simple. Each ler will be required to tickle both lees’ top 3 spots without holding back for fair play. Each lee will endure a round of 3 minutes on their 3rd place spot, and 5 minutes on their 2nd place spot if neither have caved in. If once again neither have called mercy or their safe word, then both of their #1 ticklish spots will be tickled indefinitely until mercy is called.”

           The Host announced to both groups, grinning as seeing the lees squirm happily.

           “But Hostie, how do we know what spots would be equal to their others. I mean I’m sure Silvy’s underarms are the same as Wilford’s.”

           “Hmm…perhaps that is true, I have an idea, ahem… ‘Both of Silver’s and Wilford’s top 3 spots were marked with a Sharpie to keep things equal.’”

           Just then both Silver and Wilford squealed and squirmed about, feeling their top three spots being drawn on before the markers disappeared in thin air.

           Yan grinned as she lifted up Silver’s shirt to already find his number 1 spot, resisting the urge to poke her shy as heck blushy hero, currently hiding his face in his bicep. She spun around and rolled his shorts up just a tad to find two number 3’s drawn on each inner thigh.

           “Remember, no holding back Silvy, there won’t be a miss nice girl~! Especially after you act so cute being so lee and being so tempting all day with your cuteness! Right Dark?”

           “Oh of course, did you really think I was gonna let go that because you rubbed your cologne on me that it gave me away to Host, Will~?”

           Dark purred, moving Wilf’s hair out of the way to find a 3 on the backs of his ears.

           “3, 2, 1. Begin!”

           Host announced and started the stopwatch. Yan wasted no time tracing silver’s thighs with her nails, tracing to his knee and back up to his upper thigh, grinning when the hero began to squeal and cackle, twisting and kicking his legs to try and free himself.

           “Aw, my little wiggle worm is dancing with joy isn’t he~?”

           “GYEEHHEHEHE IHIhihihiHIHIHihiHIH CAahahahHAHAHAN’T HEEHEHEehehheehHEHEHLP IHIHIHIHIT!”

           Wilford, when hearing Silver squeal and watching him squirm made him squirm at the very thought until he felt Dark’s fingers caress the shell of his ears. He cackled and belly laughed, tilting his head to try and escape the tickly fingers but Dark kept up with him just fine.

           “Oh don’t think I’ve forgotten about how much you love my attention dearest~”

           Dark purred next to his ear with a teasy coo as he traced his fingers all over his delicate ears. No part of Wilford’s ears were untouched from Dark. The shells, the lobes, the tips of his ears fell under Dark’s mercy.

           “Bwahahhah! DAhahahHAhAHAHRKY! THIHIHHIHIS IHHIHIihihihihIHIHIS SOHOHOHOHO EHEHHEMBARRASSING!”

           “Oh, but isn’t that what you wanted? To be flustered and embarrassed from yours truly?”

           Welp, he got Wilford there. Meanwhile back to the other poly, Yan went to town on Silver’s inner thighs with no mercy whatsoever, despite his adorable exclamations, they only seemed to fuel her to tickle him more!

           “BAHAHAHHAHABE! IHHIIHIHihiHIHIhiHIT TIHIihihihiHIHIHIHICKLES!”

           Yan smirked as she added gentle pinches to his inner thighs, making him snort at each one.

           “That’s the point senpai! Aw listen to those snorts! I could listen to them forever! Lets see, 1, 2, 3, 4…”

           “And time! Halt your tickles!”

           Host announced. Both lers stopped immediately and were left with two very giggly sweet boys. Magnum ran his hands through both of their hair fondly to reveal their adorable red faces. Yan cupped Silvy’s face and kissed him sweetly while Dark stroked Wilf’s cheeks fondly to help cool them down.

           During their break they were given water and a small, healthy snack to bring their energy back. Yan would play with Silver’s snack like an airplane and fed it to him, while Dark struggled to not tickle Wilf to get him to open his mouth because ew healthy foods.

           Soon enough it was time for the second round, both parties began to set up before Yan noticed reluctance on Silver’s face.

           “Is something wrong dear?”

           Silver looked up at her with big puppy dog eyes before whispering.

           “A-actually could we skip the second round? I really wanna cuddle after all of this is over.”

           “Do you still wanna be tickled dearest? If not you can just say so, no one is going to be upset.”

           Silver buried his face in his arm with a small blush and a wiggle, signaling a yes to her question.

           “A-actually I’m in agreement with the dear boy. Darky I wanna be like how Hostie was! And get snuggles from my boys!”

           Dark smirked fondly and patted his head.

           “So be it, besides, I’ve been dying to get to your number 1 spot lately.”

           And so it was agreed. Dark turned around with his back facing Wilford and rested his hands on his thighs, already making him hitch his breath. Silver meanwhile couldn’t help but gasp and squirm when Yan placed a finger just under his button.

           “Ready, set, go!”

           Just after Host’s exclamation, the room echoed with shrill screams of laughter. Dark wasted no time digging into Wilford’s thighs, using his nails to scratch his bare skin highlighted from his shorts. Yan used her fingertip over Silver’s nub of a bellybutton fondly, rubbing it gently since it didn’t take much to drive him off the rails.

           Suffice to say, everyone knew this round wasn’t going to last long, especially for our lees. Just seeing their lers touch their spots already made them squirm. Despite Silver’s incredible stamina, he couldn’t take his button tickled like this for too long unless it was a gentle little feather that could break him in the best way and last quite a while. For him it wasn’t just his button being tickled, but it would radiate through his whole body, making it quiver as he arched and thrashed. Although arching his back only made it tickle be-worse!

Wilford; however, was going mad from the sheer amount of hysteria overflowing through him. Dark’s deep massages into his thighs lit up his nerves all the way down his legs. You know when you hit your elbow just right and then your whole arm feels that way? That was exactly what Wilford was experiencing but in both of his legs.

“D-DOHOOHOHOHOHOHOVE! CHEHEHHEHHERRIES!”

They shrieked at the exact same time before dissolving into silent laughter. At hearing the words everyone immediately stopped everything. Host snapped his fingers to get everyone off them as the hero and the interviewer curled up tightly, with tears of mirth rolling down their cheeks

Host immediately crawled over to Silver the same time Magnum did for Wilf, both pulling them into their chest lovingly as both lees were curled up. Yan fetched Silver some water as Dark crawled over and stroked his cheeks.

“Hey, hey. You were amazing Will. Don’t you forget that. You lasted so long. Did I push anything? Was I too rough?”

Wilford looked up to Dark with hazelnut eyes and hugged him tiredly. He was so happy to have people so loving and encouraging.

“Yohohohhu w-wehehehre perfect dear.”

Yan hurried over and fed Silver some water as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Oh dearest, you were so tough. I hope I didn’t push you too far. I’m so proud of you for knowing your limits! Host and I are so proud of you!”

Silver looked up at his lovelies and melted under her touch, gulping water down. He gave her a thumbs up to reassure he was okay. He felt incredibly lucky to have people so aware of him and loving and proud no matter what.

Host and Magnum had pulled them into their big coats so they were surrounded by love.

“W-well…I guess it was a tie then?”

Wilf was the first to speak up. The rest then all looked up at each other.

“Oh does it really matter who won? The more important part is we all had good fun.”

Dark hummed while he kissed his cheeks. Then Magnum carried his boys over to the Sweets poly and sat so they were all one big cuddled fest. Everyone snuggled in. Wilf to Magnum, Dark to Wilf, Host to Magnum, Silver to Host, and Yan to Silver and Magnum.

“…You know…I wouldn’t mind having a rematch, just to test Host’s theory that is.”

Yan whispered softly, getting everyone to chuckle.

“Mmm, perhaps. But first, I think we all need a well-deserved nap, and some smoothies.”

Dark hummed and everyone nodded before they all closed their eyes, snuggled up to each other and surrounding their love.

Sweets: 2 | Sundaes: 2

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Oh, you know...just @anti-and-darky being adorable~ @ed-edler @darklespark-ler @wilford-lee-warfstache

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Top 3 Lees to wreck first!

No offense to the rest of the lees, they’re all special!~

@anti-and-darky

@wilford-lee-warfstache

Aaand

@darklespark-ler

Been a while since Robbie’s gotten at Dark’s little feet and played this little piggy! Should be fun!

Darky, Robbie would love to whisper every little tease in those adorable ears!

Wilford, haven’t met completely! Nice to meet you!! How is our little Lee Warfstache doing?~

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You ever think that Murdock (murderiplier) would make a perfect tickle monster? Like replace everything about murder with tickling and mans is the ultimate ler of the ego manor. Not even Dark can lay a finger on him. He could probably tackle Dark, Author, Host, and Google without breaking a sweat (and maybe even Unus and Annus) But he'd make sure not to go too overboard, especially with the less lethal egos. With Eric he just pulls him into his lap with a look that says "if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself"

He's able to clock anyone's spots, much like a bartender who can read anyone's issues from afar. He'd watch how someone stands and speaks and be able to guess someone's hotspots. Sure, he can guess someone's death spot but what's the point in going there first? It's a delicacy. Unless you really rile him up, then he'd consider going for a death spot first

But naturally there is one ego that he has a 50/50 shot. Wilford Motherloving Warfstache. He wasn't even hunting him, Wilford was just annoying him one day and touching his things. Murdock grabbed him and pinned him against the wall but before he could do anything, a second Wilford tapped his shoulder from behind the ask him what he was doing. Distracted, Murdock takes a double take to find out the first one is gone. Portal and time shenanigans ensue and there are currently two timelines. One where Murdock keeps his title of being untouchable, and then the other timeline where he in fact is not

He's also a great source for Author and Host for questions about murder for their dark writings and is Host's top listener for his podcasts

*disintegrates*

HOLY HECK ARE YOU TRYNA END ME THIS IS AWESOME AAAAAAA 😆💜

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Too Late - PART 2 ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HANG ON TO UR HATS AND GET A BEVERAGE CUZ THIS BITCH IS LONNNNNNNNNG!!!

Patience is a virtue, make no mistake. It gives you time to plan, rationalise and come up with multiple ideas and contingecies; sometimes it can be essential. However, and I can say this with reasonable certainty, this was one of the many virtues that did not reside within Wilford Warfstache. He was seething on the couch, mind still processing the sensations he’d just endured. His shock was what kept him stationary, for just over an hour at least.

He started by sitting up, since he had to start somewhere. Then he stood. Most conveniantly, there was a full length mirror against one of the walls and Wilford decided to fix himself up. He uncrumpled his shirt and straightened his suspenders, emitted a dashing smirk as he wiggled his moustache in satisfaction. He set himself a steely expression and spoke aloud, he didn’t need to but it gave him more confidence.

‘Wilford Warfstache don’t take shit from nobody.’

He strode through the spacious apartment floor, turning at a pillar and reaching a kitchen area that was shared between all of Mark’s egos. Because of course they all lived in the same building. He felt his chest tighten at the sight of Dark relaxed in an armchair, perusing his goddamn literature. His eyes flicked to the counter where he saw Bim leaning lightly with his mandatory mug of tea.

Wilford grinned, things always were better with an audience.

‘Ahh Bimmy! Enjoying your plant water?’

Bim furrowed his eyebrows but chuckled lightly at Wilford’s phrasing, he set his mug down gently.

‘Uhm, yeah it’s good-’

‘Excellent excellent, now how would you feel about being an audience for me?’

Wilford’s ambiguous and slightly haphazard wording not only confused Bim hugely, but also peaked Dark’s attention. The latter was peering over his book with curiosity, oh but little did he know. Little did he know.

‘A-an audience for what…exactly?’

Wilford winked and grinned before taking Bim by the forearm and guiding him to the couch, as Bim sat Wilford darted to bring him his tea. Surprisingly without spilling a drop. Wilford looked at the set-up with satisfaction, since the couch was directly opposite Dark’s armchair.

‘Is the audience sitting comfortably?’

Wilford’s grin widened as Bim nodded gently, and without warning Wilford swivelled and latched a hand onto one of Dark’s arms. The owner of which looked up, a warning in his eyes. A warning that Wilford took no heed of.

‘Observe…’

Wilford yanked Dark off his chair with an intense strength that, unfortunately for him, took Dark off guard. He grunted as Wilford took his other arm and wrenched both limbs behind his back before forcing Dark face first on the carpet. Dark growled and struggled harshly.

‘WILFORD UNHAND ME THIS INSTANT!’

Wilford smiled happily, using his own strong aura to keep Dark’s at bay. This was too good an opportunity to miss, he turned to Bim and laughed aloud at the mortified and fearful expression he wore.

‘Is the audience enjoying the show ye-’

‘GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!!! I WILL RIP YOU APART!!!’

Wilford giggled as he transferred Dark’s hands under his knees so he had two hands free as he straddled Dark’s back.

‘So rude…’

Wilford reprimanded childishly.

‘W-wilford, is this really a good idea?’

Wilford turned to Bim and winked with a wide smirk, revelling in the whole situation.

'Of course it isn’t, but the thing is…’

He leant down to whisper into Dark’s ear with a sneer.

’…you don’t get to mock me, without repurcussions coming your way.’

Dark froze beneath him, and it was at that point Dark knew he’d fucked up. He should’ve known better but he let his pride get in the way, he grimaced and bit his lip when he felt two hands rest on his sides. Dark buried his face in the carpet, and couldn’t halt his growing smile as the fingers started to ever…so slowly…drag. Wilford was going to enjoy this.

'Wilf-ord ss-stohop…’

'Oh Dark. Dearest Darkipoo…I’m afraid you’re far too late.’

Dark’s chest shook with repressed laughter as his mouth forced a stupid grin to emerge as Wilford’s fingers tortured his sensitive sides with devious strokes. Wilford was taking his sweet time, wanting to draw out every single reaction that he could.

'I ask the audience to observe, I particularly draw their attention to my victim’s futile attempts to keep his composure.’

Wilford dug in with a spontaneous harshness making Dark yelp before a stream of deep cackling followed suit, Wilford glanced at Bim who was mostly shocked…but also gleeful. It’s how anyone would react to the opportunity of seeing Dark undone, Wilford grinned widely.

'Is the audience entertained so far?’

Bim giggled and nodded, but jumped at Dark’s harsh outburst.

'Ihihihi wihihihihill ahahahanihihihilahahate bohohohoth ohohohof yohohohou!!!’

Wilford started pinching the protruding ribcage before him, working atop and in between each bone as he tested their sensitivity. He was not disappointed.

'Wihihihihilfohohohohohord!! Stahahahahap thihihihihihis!!!’

'Awwww, has Darky got ticklish ribs?’

Dark snorted and felt his face reddening from the teasing as he tried to force his aura out, but Wilford was focused and determined. Said tormentor forced his hands under Dark’s arms and wiggled ruthlessly, and Dark’s laughter went to a higher pitch…he wasn’t in control now.

'FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOU!!!’

'Wait till we’re alone! God…’

Wilford smirked at Bim who was observing and enjoying his tea, it was kind of like watching an actual show. His fingers alternated between gentleness and recklessness as he forced them under Dark’s shirt to get at the sensitive skin, Dark could only try and endure. He’d never been tortured like it, his lungs were burning and his body was alight with electricity.

'Ihihihi wihihihill ehehehehend yoho-AHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!’

'Oh my gohod!’

Bim exclaimed, face aghast at Dark’s reaction. Wilford smirked as his fingers found the back of Dark’s neck and his ears. Such vulnerable, and wonderfully sensitive areas.

'Tickle tickle Dark…’

Wilford teased as he flicked and fluttered with his very fingertips, grinning as Dark shook his head rapidly amidst new giggles. Yes you heard right, giggles.

'Wihihihihilfohohohohohord yohohohohohou mohohotheheher fuhuhuhuckeheheher!!!’

Wilford cackled as he kept this particular method up, he was rather enjoying the reactions of the man beneath him.

'Is someone a lil giggly? What does the audience think?’

Even Dark flicked his eyes to Bim, and his embarrassment peaked when he remembered the other person in the room. Bim bit his lip and grinned lightly.

'I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so giggly before…’

Dark stuttered at the light tease accomodating Bim’s voice, and blushed forcefully at Wilford’s loud cackle. Wilford was surprised at Bim’s tone, but it couldn’t have helped more. Wilford examined the red hues on the grey skin with rapt joy.

'Is Darky embarrassed about being so sensitive? Awwww what a cutie!’

'Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhuhuhup!!!’

Dark squirmed as his face continued to burn, residual giggles trickled from him as Wilford looked over Dark’s body. These reactions were certainly magnificent…but there had to be a spot that made Dark scream. Because that was what he really wanted, for Dark to scream and beg. Wilford cast his eyes to Bim, perhaps he’d have some insight?’

'Hmmm, I wonder if there’s a spot that’ll drive him crazy…any ideas Bimmy?’

Bim twisted his lips in thought as Wilford relished in Dark’s light shiver at the word 'crazy’, that gave him hope. Bim looked thoughtful for a moment before his eyes seemed to glint, and a small…mischievous smile grew on him. Wilford felt the hope within him growing.

'Ohhh I like that look, it seems our audience has an idea…’

Wilford turned Dark’s head carefully so he too could see Bim’s expression, and the pinned man felt a chill run through him. A chill that settled at the bottom of his stomach at the realisation that Wilford wouldn’t stop until he’d exploited his worst spot. Bim grinned wider and cast his eyes behind Wilford, Dark gulped.

'Why don’t you try his knees-’

'NO!!! WILFORD DON’T LISTEN TO HIM!!!’

Wilford grinned and raised a teasing eyebrow, he glanced behind him at Dark’s legs which had noticeably tensed. He reached behind him and lightly ran a single finger down the back of Dark’s left knee…and oh was he rewarded. A loud squeal ripped from Dark’s throat, bordering on a scream as his whole body jolted.

'Well well what do we have here? A hidden tickle spot…not so hidden anymore…’

Wilford spoke slow and tauntingly as he trailed two fingers down that same bundle of nerves, and Dark let his heart’s voice break forth.

'WIHIHIHILFOHOHOHORD NOHO PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING! ANYTHING, JUST DON’T DO THIS!!!’

Wilford chuckled as he withdrew his light touch, leaning down to whisper.

'Anything…?’

Dark nodded rapidly in response, and Wilford for a moment felt a spark of pity at the emotion in Dark’s eyes…but then he remembered. The smirk, and the relentlessness…and his euphoric reasoning returned. He tilted his head and smirked.

'Laugh for me Darkiplier.’

With that resolution, ten ruthless fingers went to work. Dark screamed and writhed and laughed, high-pitched and helpless he smiled like a madman.

'NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!’

'Tickle tickle…can someone not handle all the tickly tickles? And here I thought you were tough…’

Wilford sneered, diverting from his primary focus to squeeze and pinch the backs of Dark’s thighs, making the owner snort and squeak rather adorably. Wilford didn’t make his touch too rough though, he used his fingertips to skitter and tweak to keep it torturously unbearable for Dark. Said man was kicking his legs and rocking his hips in the form of futile attempts to ease Wilford’s tickling, but as described…it was futile.

'I don’t think humping the ground is gonna help ya buddy…’

Wilford snickered which sent Bim into a light giggle fit, Dark let out a wail and his laughter sounded so desperate. The torment at his most sensitive spot, combined with the teasing and the embarrassment of being humiliated publicly. It was so much…too much. He felt tears prick as he screamed out.

'PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!!’

Wilford ignored him with a devious sneer, but Bim could see the true need for relief in Dark’s visage.

'IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!’

'Okay Wilford, I think he’s had enough. Look at him…’

Wilford flicked his eyes down to Dark and grimaced a little, it looked like he was actually being consumed by his own mirth. Wilford hummed and withdrew his fingers, he stood and plopped into the armchair.

'Ugh fine, the audience is always right as they say!’

Bim opened his mouth to correct him but decided against it, he only smiled lightly and looked at Dark who had managed to sit himself up. Dark caught his breath and set his sights on Wilford, the atmosphere tense and uncertain as Dark’s aura stretched and unfurled with it’s regained freedom. But Dark only grinned, eyebrows raised at Wilford as he offered one of his hands.

'Well played Wilford…well played.’

Wilford grinned and accepted the hand, they shook and chuckled lightly as Dark fixed his jacket, Bim shook his head at the pair. Dark glanced at Wilford, his voice regained and demeanour replenished.

'It goes without saying that what happened here does not leave this room.’

'Well duh, I’m not that cruel!’

Dark sniggered before turning to Bim, an expectant expression on his face which Bim caught on to.

'Oh yeah, obviously of course.’

Bim smiled nervously as Dark narrowed his eyes, a sudden animalistic grin developed as he got to his feet slowly. Bim gulped.

'Hmmm, you just saying so isn’t enough…I need…security.’

Wilford laughed loud and raucously as Bim bolted from the room, Dark hot on his heels and Wilford closed his eyes to the sounds of yelps and distinct laughter. The mixed sounds of joy and desperation, his favourite lullaby.

okay this is fucking lonnnnnnnng, I’m sorry but also i’m not cuz i really enjoyed writing this piece of stunning shit 😂 plz tell me if you liked it and if you have requests just send em my way cuz i have nothing better to do, luv yous xx

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Over-Working ~ Markiplier Egos Fanfic

In the mood for a Markiplier ego drabble cuz I’m trash and need to spend more time on this blog, so have some Wilford Warfstache and Bim Trimmer platonic fluff (plant boi must be protected at ALL COSTS! and also prepare for a lil angst)

It was a busy day on the set of Warfstache Today, with technicians running about, camera people sorting prep and microphones being attached. Wilford Warfstache was straightening his bowtie with a light pout in a mirror held by one of the countless staff he’d never ask the names of, he waved them off and scanned his eyes round the set; everything was in place, except for one thing. Bim Trimmer. Wilford was frankly a little offended that Bim hadn’t deigned to turn up, and nor did he turn up during filming and pack-up. The moustached man’s anger had dimmed to concern as he rushed from the set to find his associate, he went to the dressing room that he’d provided Bim when he started working with him.

He rapped hard with a knuckled hand and frowned at the silence he received.

‘TRIMMER?! Ya better be decent when I come in!’

He hollered before pushing open the door, and he dimmed a little at the sight that greeted him. Bim was fully clothed in his suit with hair slicked and ready for business, but the man was sprawled on his couch with a contented expression and glasses askew. Fast asleep. Wilford folded his arms and tip-toed closer so he could examine the slumbering man. There were dark circles under his eyes and Wilford took note of the paler complexion and slightly thinner physique, and he admitted to himself what he’d been worried about for a while. Bim was over-worked, and it was his fault.

He perched on the couch and gave a light poke to Bim’s shoulder, the man stirred and upon seeing Wilford jumped to sit up.

‘W-Wilford! U-um, am I late for filming today’s episode? I’m so sor-’

‘Bim take a chill pill, lie back there buddy.’

Bim furrowed his eyebrows but relaxed into the couch with a light sigh, he rubbed his eyes a little before looking back up at Wilford with a hint of trepidation. Wilford relayed his next words with a light grin.

‘It seems that you’ve actually slept through the whole working day-’

‘WHAT?! Oh God Wilford I-I’ m s-so sorry…’

Bim’s voice cracked as he shifted his spectacles on his nose and Wilford despaired at the look of stress encaptulating him. He placed a firm hand on Bim’ s shoulder.

‘Relax Bim, besides I think we can both agree that you needed it.’

Bim smiled bashfully, avoiding Wilford’s concerned eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck.

‘I’ve just been tired recently, I should’ve said something I’m sorr-’

’Jeez will you stop apologising?! Your goodness is giving me fuckin chills! Besides…’

Wilford sighed, undertones of dejectedness plaguing his usually bombastic voice.

'It’s my damn fault for workin ya so hard, so I’m sorry for that.’

Wilford felt a buzz of glee when Bim smiled happily.

'Thanks Wilford.’

Wilford grinned and nodded with satisfaction before giving Bim’s shoulder a rough nudge.

'Why didn'tcha say anything in the first place? I woulda listened!’

Bim giggled lightly and looked to his fidgeting hands as he muttered.

'Well it’s uh…kinda hard to get a word in edgeways-’

'EXCUSE ME?!’

Bim bit his bottom lip to repress a giggle at Wilford’s indignation, the latter raised an eyebrow at Bim’s reaction. Wilford leant forward and narrowed his eyes and Bim shrunk back into the couch, eyes widening in nervousness.

'Are you laughing at me Trimmer?’

Wilford smirked when Bim gulped and started shaking his head with rapid stutters.

'N-no I-i-i wa-’

'Because it sounded to ME…’

He cut Bim off, his smirk growing more and more malevolent every passing moment. Wilford shifted so he was kneeling on the edge of the couch and looming over Bim who was almost shaking in anticipation.

’-that you were laughing at MY expense!’

Bim jumped when Wilford rested his hands on his stomach, and the moustached man’s eyes twinkled and shone with unrestrained glee. Wilford leant down lightly and whispered.

'Since you already find me so funny, I might as well try and contribute.’

With that his fingers started scribbling against Bim’s taut shirt causing the man beneath him to burst into a stream of high-pitched giggles. He tossed and turned but Wilford was blocking any chance of escape so he could only push and shove at his tormentor’s hands, which only made Wilford work harder. Said man was smirking widely as he found his way under Bim’s shirt and scratched around his navel with one hand whilst the other worked on his side; Bim’s giggles switched to cackles rather quickly.

'Nahahahahahaha Wihihihihilfohohohohord!’

Wilford snickered at Bim’s pleading as he kept his fingers animated, and ever so skillful they were.

'Wow I didn’t know ya found me so hilarious Bimmy boy!’

Bim could only laugh as he tried the new tactic of curling into a ball, which only succeeded in trapping one of Wilford’s hands at his stomach. Wilford wiggled his fingers in earnest and relished in Bim’s wide grin and squeezed shut eyes, Bim’s joy was always contagious no matter its form.

'Dohohohohon’t dohohohohoho thihihihihis!’

'Don’t do what? You’re the one who’s taken my hand!’

His wiggled his fingers more for emphasis, Wilford realised he was probably enjoying himself too much but he couldn’ t stop yet! Wilford yanked Bim out of his curled up position and used his hands to pin Bim’s at his sides, the younger man regained his breath and shivered at the feral grin Wilford wore.

'I didn’t know you were so sensitive Bimmy.’

'There’s a good reason for that…’

Wilford raised his eyebrows before fixing Bim with a teasing, yet amused, smirk.

'Do you really think you’re in a position to be so sassy?’

Wilford let out a barking laugh when Bim stuck out his tongue with the most confidence and vigour he’d ever seen from the man, he was a little impressed. However when Bim’s face started to show regret for his actions, Wilford couldn’t help but take advantage. He used one hand to pin one of Bim’s whilst transferring the other under his knee so he had one free to…have some fun with.

'W-wilford I’ m sorry, I sh-shouldn’t have-’

Wilford hushed him with a light grin before he started walking his fingers over Bim’s torso, the man shivered and bit his lip but couldn’t keep back a huge smile. Wilford found himself mirroring it as he spoke.

'Y’know I don’t think I’ve ever met someone SO ticklish, I’m barely touching you…and is that a lil smile I see there?’

Wilford cooed tauntingly but internally revelled in the embarrassed blush he drew from his friend who was scrunching his face in earnest, but his shaking chest proved that he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long.

'Plehehehehehease…’

He nearly whispered as his voice gave him away, Wilford bared Bim’s stomach and started trailing his five fingers in a broad circle round Bim’s navel. The trapped man could only giggle and squeak with his head thrown back as the light and torturous sensations caved him, the circle drew gradually closer and closer.

'Wihihihihihilfohohohord plehehehease!’

'Tickle tickle Bimmy…’

Wilford grinned as he ignored and teased the poor man and used one finger to circle the rim of Bim’s navel, Bim was shaking his head rapidly.

'You seem to have a lil button here, I wonder what’ll happen if I-’

Wilford poked his belly button quickly and was both delighted and surprised at the undignified snort and loud few cackles that Bim elicited.

'NAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE WIHIHIHIL!’

’Awwww, has someone got a ticklish belly button? How adooorable!’

Wilford cooed, Bim hid his face as he smiled embarrassedly and Wilford decided that it was time for the main event. He held his finger up in the air and slowly descended it with the occasional wiggle, his taunts and teasing taking centre stage.

'The tickle worm’s getting closer Bimmy, and it can’t WAIT to tickle your ickle giggle button!’

Wilford talked in a childish voice because of how it was ever so effective on Bim, it got his giggles coming out in little bursts as his chest shook with uneven breaths; the anticipation was torture in itself. And then…Wilford pounced.

'NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!’

After the mandatory snort Bim fell into wild cackling as he thrashed in earnest, Wilford single finger scratched and burrowed to torture every inch of Bim’s belly button; Wilford had never been more gleeful.

'Does it tickle? Is the ickle baby ticklish, coochie coochie coo!’

'STAHAHAHAP TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASIHING!!!’

Wilford chuckled as he leant over Bim, making sure that Bim had a full view of his wide smirk and sparkling eyes.

'Why would I do that? Your reactions are too damn cute!’

Bim let out a loud squeal as Wilford drew back and use his hand to spider and skitter up and down his sides, Wilford couldn’ t help but feel a warmth in his chest every time Bim squeaked or giggled. Knowing he did that made it even better. After administering a few light squeezes he decided to withdraw both his hands, at which point Bim curled up into a ball of giggles which Wilford couldn’t help but look fondly on.

'Yohohohohou’re sohohohoho mehehehean-’

'Does someone wanna go for round two?’

Wilford held up his hands in the shape claws, at which Bim’s eyes widened as he held up his own hands in defense.

'Nohoho no no no I tahake it back you’ re not mean!’

'Damn right, and don’t you forget it!’

Bim let out a light sigh of relief as Wilford lowered his hands with a grin that embodied smug cheekiness, Wilford cocked his head at the man beneath him who had now regained his breath; his eyes a little brighter as they turned to Wilford.

'Now you gotta promise me something?’

'What?’

Bim spoke curiously as Wilford sighed lightly through his words.

'If things are getting too much you gotta tell me okay? I don’t wanna see you so exhausted cuz it ain’t good for ya!’

Bim nodded, a happy and grateful smile plastered on his lips.

'I promise.’

'Good, otherwise the tickle monster’ll be coming back for more y'hear?!’

Bim shivered and nodded with an embarrassed giggle when Wilford wiggled his fingers with a threatening grin, he clapped Bim on the back as he stood. Bim went to do the same but Wilford waved his hands rapidly.

’No no no you stay, imma go order a take-away-’

Bim smiled as Wilford stalked flamboyantly out of the room, hollering over his shoulder.

'Hope ya don’t mind the smell of chinese for the next few days!’

Bim chuckled and then sighed, his body relaxed into the couch as a bombastic voice most likely terrified a take-away worker over the phone. Bim spoke lazily, and gladly.

'Not one bit.’

GOSH THAT TOOK A LIL WHILE AND SOZ FOR THE LARGE BUILD Up cuz i’m a kind of a sucker for context so apologies for wordinesd and the slight angst. plz tell me if ya like it and stuff, luv yous xxx

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Lullaby

D A R K S T A C H E   T I M E

MY GOD GUYS THIS SONG-

I HEARD A COUPLE DIFFERENT VARIATIONS BUT I WENT WITH WHAT SEEMED TO BE THE MOST COMMON

ANYWAY; DARKSTACHE AND TICKLES AND FLUFF AHEAD

~~~~~~~~~~

Warf flicked off the lights of him studio, dismissing Bim to go. He rubbed his eyes, yawning softly. It had been a long day, longer than he expected. All he really wanted to do at the moment was curl up beside his boyfriend and talk to him. With that intent in mind, Warf fixed his suspenders and started heading towards his door.

His hand had only just touched the doorknob…when he heard it. Yep, it was Dark alright. But he had never heard him sound like…that! It was gorgeous!

Dark was singing.

Something emo, Warf assumed, though he couldn’t tell.

He softly turned the doorknob to peer inside.

Dark was in fact singing. It was low and sweet, though in perfect pitch. Almost like Mark’s, but a bit more…hypnotizing. Warf stepped in as silently as possible as Dark shed his black jacket, singing his heart out. Dark had slipped into a more comfortable outfit and was at the mirror by the time he finished his song. As he was wiping off his eyeliner, he saw Warf’s reflection in the mirror, staring at him with a shocked expression. Dark grinned, wiping off the last of the black on his eyes.

Dark spun on his heels, crossing his arms.

“Can I help you?” He chuckled, rasing his eyebrows.

“You can sing?” Warf questioned after a moment of silence.

“Yes?” Dark asked, leaning against the sink. “Why?”

“Do it again!” Warf smiled brightly.

“Why?” Dark laughed, walking over to him to kiss him on the nose.

“Cause I love your voice!” Warf replied, grabbing Dark’s hand and pulling him to the bed. The two sat down, Warf still with a big smile.

“My voice?” Dark asked, slightly surprised. “It’s really nothing special, Will.”

“Yeah it is!” Warf whined. “C'mon, please? One more song?”

“What for?” Dark pushed himself back against the bedframe, patting the bed beside him. Will sat next to him and put his head on Dark’s shoulder.

“Because you love me?” Warf said hopefully. Dark rolled his eyes.

“While that is true, it’s late. Are you not tired?” Dark put an arm around his lover, leaning against his head.

“Kinda,” Will shrugged. He suddenly gasped. “You could sing me a lullaby!”

“A lullaby?” Dark shook his head. “Will, I don’t-”

“Pleeeeease? One song. Then I’ll stop pestering you for as long as you want!” Warf looked up at Dark with puppy-dog eyes. Dark sighed.

“No, Will.” He insisted. Dark was starting to wonder how he fell in love with this man. Warf huffed.

“But Daaarky!” Warf groaned playfully. Dark had to smile. But really, how could you not? Sure, he could be annoying. But he’d be lying saying he didn’t think Will was cute as all hell. Warf nuzzled his face into Dark’s neck. “Sing for meeee!”

Dark fliched, his shoulder moving up to protect his neck. His expression twitched into a wider smile, eyes wandering to the floor. He hoped Will wouldn’t notice, but he knew he had. Especially when Warf’s arms wrapped around his middle, drawing shapes on Dark’s stomach.

“Will…cuhut it ohohout…” Dark said warily, cursing the glitching and giggling in his voice. Warf smiled wider, lightly scratching the skin of Darks torso. Dark jumped, swatting at his hands. “Wihihilford!”

“All you gotta do, Darkasparkles, is agree to sing me a sooong!” Will chimed, his fingers crawling up Dark’s sides. Dark bit his tongue, shutting his eyes.

“N-No!” He said, firmly though not quite sternly. Warf grinned, shrugging.

“If you say so~” He laughed, his fingers growing closer to Dark’s ribs. The second they hit them, Darks hands locked around Warf’s wrists. Dark caught his breath in record time, pushing Warf’s hands away. He managed to hold both of the others wrist in one hand, adjusting himself to face Warf who was smiling like an idiot. Dark sighed…then smirked. He let go of Warf’s hands.

“Fine then,” Dark huffed, watching Warf’s face light up. “I’ll sing you a lullaby. Lie down.”

Warf did so, lying with his arms behind his head. He watched curiously as Dark stradled his thighs, clearning his throat.

“Alright, I’m gonna sing to you,” Dark said, still grinning like a madman. “But if you want me to sing, you have to do one thing.” Dark warned. Warf cocked his head.

“And what’s that?” He asked, albeit a bit nervously.

“Keep you’re arms above your head, just like that. And try not to move or…mess up my song.” Dark chuckled. Something about the way Dark spoke was unsettling, but Warf nodded all the same. “I have a perfect lullaby.”

Warf visably tensed when Dark rested his hands on his stomach. He had a feeling he knew what was coming. He already felt the butterflies swarming around his stomach and Dark hadn’t even done anything yet!

But when he had, Warf regretted ever asking him to sing. Dark pulled up Warf’s shirt slightly, just enough to expose his navel. Then, he began drawing torturously light circles around it…

“‘Round and 'round the garden, like a teddy bear~” Dark sang, continuing his circle pattern. He watched with a maniacal grin as Warf’s face lit up like a firework, biting his lip. Dark walked his fingers, first one…

“One step…”

Then another…

“Two steps…”

He added his second hand on his one, one on either side of Warf’s ribs.

He paused, and so did Warf, who held his breath. This is not at all what Warf was expecting…but it definitely was what he was hoping for. After what seemed like an eternity…Dark finished the lyric.

“…A tickly under there!” Dark moved his hands underneath Warf’s arms, scribbling his fingers in the hallows. Warf’s arms slammed down from behind his head, grabbing Darks arms in an attempt to fend off the sensations.

“DAHAHARK! Yohou ahahahasshole!” Warf giggled heavily, squirming underneath the other. Dark chuckled, ruffling his hair.

“You brought your arms down~” Dark sing-songed. “Lets make a deal. Every time you bring your arms down, I do another verse. Got it? You have to make it 30 seconds. That doesn'tsound to bad, does it?”

Warf paused for a moment, reviving from the after-tickles. He nodded, blushing harder. Dark smirked.

“Good. Now, put your arms up again.”

Though hesitant, Warf did.

Dark repeated his actions from earlier, smirking as he traced circles. Warf didn’t even make an attempt to stop his high-pitched stream of childish giggling. He held his arms where they were though.

“'Round and 'round the garden, like a teddy bear…” Dark sang. Warf admitted, he still did love his voice. But…the pitch and the way he sings, especially lyrics like these brought a blush to his face. Warf’s breath hitched slightly as Dark walked his fingers across his stomach.

“One step…two steps…”

Warf held his breath, shutting his eyes. Thirty seconds, Will. You can do this.

“A tickly over again~”

Wil, you cannot do this.

Darks fingers scribbled and skittered across Warf’s stomach, occasionally going up to his ribs or under his arms. The timer had begun. He could hear Dark counting over his laughter.

“DahahaHAHARK!” Will whined playfully, fighting the urge to pull his arms down. “Stoppit- Ahahaha- Nohohohooo!”

“Aww, where’s the fun it giving up? Kitchy kitchy coo, Wilfy~” Dark teased, speeding up his motions momenarily. “15…16…17.”

“SHUHUhuhut uhuhup!” Warf ended up snorting mid-sentance, only making him blush harder as well as making his warning less meaningful.

“Cute snort, sweeheart~” Dark cooed, poking each and every one of Warf’s ribs. It was practically madening…but he still had his arms up. Dark would be lying saying he wasn’t impressed. “26…27…28…”

Warf had an odd feeling Dark was about to go for the kill, but to his surprise, he started slowing down. Warf took a moment to regain himself…However, he had less time than he anticipated.

“…30.”

Dark suddenly vibrated his thumbs into Warf’s hips, smirking devilishly as the other broke into loud, booming laughter. Warf’s arms shot down and grabbed Dark’s wrist, pushing in vain at the other.

“DAHAHAHAHARK!” Warf yelled, curling intoa desparate ball of laughter. “STAHAHAP IT!”

Dark felt himself laughing along with him, finally retracting his hands and laying down beside Warf.

After Warf had taken a moment to calm down, he wrapped his arms over Dark, who did the same.

“You should sing more.” Warf mumbled into Darks chest. Dark smiled.

“That song?” He joked. Warf huffed playfully.

“Nooo! Not that one!” He insisted.

“I’ll think about it. Now, get some sleep, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A moment of silence was followed by Warf’s after-tickle hiccups. He slapped his hand over his mouth, peering up at Dark. In the darkness of the room, there was still a bright red on Warf’s face. Dark only laughed softly, holding him closer.

“Adorable~” Warf didn’t even bother protesting, shutting his eyes, and dozing off. Dark followed suite, finally relaxing as well. Dark really did love him, he always had. And sometimes he forgot how much he valued that until he was holding Warf in his arms. It was sweet, but he’d never admit it. And honestly, neither would Wilford. But I can assure you, neither would change a thing.

~~~~~

… SECRET ANGSTY ENDING IF YOUR UP FOR IT BELOW BECAUSE I CANT HELP MYSELF-

Dark wished he could have gone to bed. He watched with a sigh a his lover fell asleep in his arms. He whispered his name, just to make sure he wasn’t awake.

“Wilford?” He asked lowly. The other didn’t stir. Dark very slowly retracted his arms from around him, getting out of bed. He paused when Warf reached to the empty space, but by the looks of it, he was still asleep. Dark stood, shutting his eyes. And, in an instant, he was gone. Two took his place.

One red, one blue.

Damien adjusted his suit, creeping towards the other.

“Damien,” Celine sighed. “We can’t…be here long.”

“It’ll only take a moment, Celine. Please. I just…” Damien rubbed his eyes. “I need…to see him again.”

The two sat on the edge of the bed, the lightness of the spirits not denting the matress. Damien lie beside Warf, examining him.

“…He’s so different now.” Damien said softly, propping himself up on his elbow.

“He’s not the Colonel anymore.” Celine answered quietly,  wiping Warf’s hair from his eyes. Whatever she touched turned red on Warf’s skin, though only for a moment. Damien fought back tears, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I miss him, Celine.” He choked, wiping his eyes. Celine put a hand on his shoulder.

“So do I, Damien. But he can’t know us. It will only hurt him more. He’s been through enough already.” Celine stated with a trembling voice. She felt tears in her eyes aswell. As light as he could, Damien put a hand on Warf’s shoulder, the area around it going blue.

“…Goodnight, William.” He said softly, retracting his hand. Celine nodded, standing where she perviously was with open arms. Damien took one glance back at Warf, then stood to embrace Celine.

As quickly as they had arrived, they were gone, Dark standing in their place. Dark wiped his eyes, straightened his posture, and crawled back into bed. In almost no time at all, Warf had pulled him close, and he had done the same.

Warf was never going to admit he was awake.

[cloudysfluffs]

Movie Night

Warf and Dark are very different people. Especially when they’re tired. The pair have known eachother as long as they can remember, and their extremely close at that. They know everything about eachother. Theyve been hand in hand through the best and the worst. And neither would have it any other way.

Except Dark. On movie night.

Bim started it. He picked up a movie a friday night, then invited every ego. There was rarely times when everyone showed. At least one person would always be missing. Tonight, was an unusual night. Everyone showed up. But they began dropping like flies.

The Host and Bim fell asleep quite quickly, Doctor Iplier picking them up one at a time and brining them to their rooms to sleep. He didnt return. Ed and Silver left about halfway through to go to bed. Google followed after them, complaining his charge was low. The other three Googles agreed and followed. Now, it was just Warf and Dark.

They know the signs that the other is getting tired.

Dark gets kinda…out of it. He answers questions lazily, and slurrs ever so slightly with his speech. His eyes remain half-open, closing for about 5 seconds, then opening again. Like he’s been put in slow motion.

Warf is the opposite. He gets this final burst of energy, then crashes. In his little energy burst, his speech speeds up a bit, and he gets more jumpy and fidgity. He gets ridiculously giggly, laughing at practically anything. He gets much more physical aswell. Like now.

Dark was leaning back on Warf’s bed, his arms behind his head. He half-heartedly watched the tv-screen, swearing he would doze off any moment. However, the slap-happy man at his side kept him from doing so. Warf, calming down from one of his giggle-fits, rolled onto his side, pushing himself closer to Dark.

“Hi Darky.” Warf remarked with a large smile. Dark smiled every so softly.

“Hey Wilfy.” He responded, ruffling the others hair. He wasn’t surprised at the bubble of tiny giggling beside him. Warf wrapped an arm around Dark’s waist, to which Dark softly pushed him off. This cycle repeated about 4 times before Warf excepted defeat.

“Daaark why don’t you loove meeee?” Warf whined playfully. Dark rolled his eyes.

“You’re so affectionate. Are you not tired?” Dark questioned, eyebrow raising in curiosity. Warf grinned, making hand motions in the air.

“You are? Laaaaame.” He giggled, his hand falling onto the bed. Dark sighed.

“Come here.”

Warf didn’t hesitate in the slightest, rolling closer to Dark and wrapping his arms around his waist. He nuzzled his head into Darks ribs, turning his attention back to the movie.

It was peaceful. Well, for Warf it was.

With his face half-pressed into Dark’s ribs, whenever Warf would laugh or say something, it sent a momentary shock through Dark’s ribs. It tickled.

Warf, usually, would notice immediatly. However, in his state, he payed no mind. Unfortunately, Dark’s state was no better for his predicament.

He was to tired to have the strength to hold back his laughing…so when he had peace for a minute, Warf took him off gaurd.

Dark didn’t even realize he had started laughing softly, until he saw Warf look up at him, wide-eyed and grinning.

Their eyes met, nervous to mischevious.

“Will…lets not be so dramatic…” Dark muttered warily, backing up a bit.

“Me? Dramatic? Dramatic is my middle name, Darkiplier!” Warf chuckled darkly. Something about it was offputting. Dark only knew one thing for sure, though.

He was dead.

Before Dark could even respond, he felt hands, moving like spiders, begin to crawl up his sides.

With a growl of slight concern, Dark weakly shoved Warf’s hands off.

“Don’t.” He warned. Warf smiled innocently, looking down at his hands. Dark had a firm hold on his wrist. Warf blew a raspberry in the air.

“Lemme gooo!” Warf whined, narrowing his eyes. Dark sighed.

“Sware to me, you won’t tickle me?”

“Swaring is a bit extreme, don’t you think?”

“Warfstache. I sware over your dead body. If you try and tickle me, ill get you back 100 times as hard. Understood?”

Warf groaned dramatically, moaning a ‘Fiiiiiiiine!’. Dark released his wrist, and lay an arm to his side for Warf to cuddle into him. As the movie resumed, Warf started getting ideas.

Okay, so. He could tottally tickle Dark to death right now…or, alternitively, he could fall asleep peacefully with no revenge…or both, if he does good enough. He’ll be to tired then, right?

Yeah, Warf was gonna regret this.

Dark had began dozing off. Warf set his plan into motion.

He wrapped his arms around both of Darks, still hugging him close. Smiling, he began softly nuzzling the skin of his sides.

Dark opened one eye. That pink idiot was asking for it!

“Wihilford.” Dark said warily, avoiding eye contact. “Wehe talked abohout this.”

“I know, I know!” Warf hummed into Dark’s skin, causing him to flinch. “Can’t I have a little fun?”

“Nohoho.”

“Pleeeease?”

Warf slowly began crawling his fingers up Darks sides again.

“Wihihill I will anihilate you!” Dark shoved pointlessly at the others hands, though he couldn’t stop them from trailing upwards.

“Phht, right.” Warf scoffed, drawing light shapes. He was stalling, and Dark knew it.

“Go ahahany closeher to my rihibs ahahand ill slihice your hahands off!”

Dark’s threats did nothing to stop the hands, how resting still atop Darks ribs.

“Not if you dont have the energy!”

“Wilford. Do not.”

“Don’t what?”

“Tickle me!”

Silence hung in the air, Dark pausing as he realised how he had been set up…He was to tired to deal with him right now. And, hey, how bad could this-

“Okay!”

“WIHIHIHILL!”

Oh. Much worse than he thought.

“Yes?” Warf asked mockingly, nearly drowned out by Dark’s laughter.

“GEHEHET OFF MEHEHEHE!”

“No! Wheres the fun in that?!”

It only took a minute for Dark to grab Warf’s wrists again, forcing them away and allowing himself to catch his breath. Warf froze. Warf didn’t know what he was going to do, but he knew one thing for sure.

He was dead.

Bim found the two the text morning, Warf pressed against Dark’s chest, and Darks arms resting at his sides. Bim smiled softly. Sure, they were loud the night before. But they were happy, and thats what mattered. At least, thats what mattered to Bim.

[cloudysfluffs]

Softies, All of them.

Wilford trash is here with a fic because the damn Pink, soft Onesie prompt is just soooo cute. Hope ya’s enjoy!

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Where on earth was He? Dark took his seat after explaining the reasons of this meeting. Brilliant, now if He came He wouldn’t know what was happening, and would rather mess around than actively listen. And if He didn’t come, He’d have even less of a clue of what was happening.

“Has anyone seen Warfstache?”

It was the same answer as at the start. An awkward cough, some shuffling, nervous quiet mumbling to deny it. Dark sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Well, I must continue without him due to the importance of this meeting, I take it you lot will understand that this message must be passed on.”

There was a murmur of agreement, then a slam. Dark looked up and there Wilford stood at the door. Dark rose from his seat, squinting at the man who was grinning like a maniac. “What. On Earth. Are you wearing?” “It’s a onesie~!” “Why?” “It’s soft!”

The others had turned their attention to Wilford as he sat and a murmur started as people discussed his outfit. Dark’s eye twitched in annoyance as he heard both the Jim’s comment on it as if judging the weather.

“A nice pale pink here, Jim and it does definitely look soft. I’m getting the urge to stroke it, Jim.” “I completely understand, Jim, I, too, would like to stroke it.” “Yes, all in all I feel we all should be allowed to wear pyjamas to meeting, people would be much happier about that. Back to you Jim.”

And he heard Bim Trimmer whining about wanting to bring his own pyjamas.

“Wilford always gets to do these things without warning, I bet if I came in with pyjamas I’d be dismissed to put on regular clothes. Humph, I have a lovely set of pyjamas I want to wear!”

And Dr. Iplier’s outloud worries.

“It’s possible Wilford isn’t getting enough sleep, and he is hiding this by oversleeping, then acting as if he came to meeting undressed on purpose… If this is the case it’s important I check up on him, I can’t have someone developing sleeping problems…”

Aaaaand the four Googles’ discussion with another.

“It is in my analysis that the combination of materials used to create that piece of clothing go together in such a way that it makes it incredibly soft.” “That is true, Yellow, and in my analysis I believe is very much suits Wilford Warfstache, I feel that it brings out his eyes.” “It is in my analysis that, Red, that sounded pretty gay.” “It is in my analysis that you should shut up, Green, I wasn’t the one looking at his legs.” “I WAS NOT!” “It is in my analysis that we should not have made an account on tumblr.”

Even the host was commenting!

“Host believes this is causing quite the conundrum. Wilford’s pink onesie was definitely a show stopper as everyone lost interest in the prior meeting and now discussed the outfit. Dark rose from his seat to…”

Dark rose from his seat to silence them by abruptly banging his hand on the table. Most jumped, apart from Wilford who had been watching Dark as his did this, and the murmurs subsided.

“May we continue the meeting…?” He hissed out. They all nodded, apart from Wilford, who yawned (Dr. Iplier frowned at this action).

“What is this even aboouut? From the looks of it, everyone is bored, we should just skip it.” The soft man drawled. Dark snarled in reply. “You may not know because you were too busy catching up on “beauty sleep” but we are meant to be discussing the financial crisis right now. Youtuber Markiplier can only give us so much, and someone has been foolishly splurging it without notifying anyone.“ “That may have something to do with the fact that I roughly remember going to Las Vegas, last weekend I think.” “… What?” “Yes, it’s blurred memories as I think I drank a lot, and you know, alcohol isn’t cheap there buuut I did win a few small jackpots in the casinos, which should even it out~ Oh, no waaaiit, I lost the money I won after I had a quick stab with a guy. The damn cops came, didn’t have enough time to grab it before making a run for it. Police men are so pesky sometimes!”

Dark sat down. He put his head in his hands as Wilford joyfully explained how the money was lost.

“I’ll notify the Youtuber to close the bank account to you, and you alone, Wilford.” He groaned softly.

“Whaaat? Unfair!” The moustache man pouted.

“Well, I hope you find it fair that the meeting is done, no further discussion is needed. Everyone leave.”

There was a soft murmur as people got up. That’s when one voice above all sounded out.

“Wilford rubbed his arms in a huff. While he was annoyed at this development, the softness of his onesie was helping him to calm. Indeed, simply rubbing along it had a soothing affect. The material was as soft as how the sky looked when the sun was only just rising. It felt like it had been blessed by someone of holy background to be so soft. It surely had an addicting feel to it, the softness was almost hypnotic.”

There was a pause as people listened. Wilford stood slowly. “Yeeees, you are correct, Host! It is indeed very soft~”

Bim piped up. “Can I touch it?”

The Jims stepped forward, claiming that they wish to touch it too. Dr. Iplier seemed curious to feel it too, even Bing and the four Googipliers wanted to feel. Wilford was ecstatic at this development. “Of course, of course! Everything can feel it, go ahead~!”

They didn’t need telling twice. Dark glanced up, rolling his eyes as he saw the group rubbing Wilford all over. He turned his attention back to typing up his message to Markiplier, until he heard a squeak.

“Heh, watch it there, Jim, that’s a bit- EEK! Aaand, other Jiiim, d-don’t pinch, thahat’s- Weheh- oh god-”

Now this was a good development. Dark set the computer to one side, watching the chaos unfold.

“Wah- Hey, hey! Who just pat my butt?!” Wilford yelped. This was starting to get out of hand. “If I were to guess, it was most likely Green.” Red Google snickered. Green Google cried out indignantly. “False! Red did it, he’s only framing me!” “Well b-be careful- Ahaha, Doctor, Dohohon’t!” “My, I think the clothing around the stomach may be most soft. Feel this, Google.”

There was a echoing of “Ok” from the four synthetic men as they moved to feel Wilford’s tummy. Wilford yelped, falling back. However, he was merely followed to the floor. Bim had started squeezing up Wilford’s thigh, making the doomed man kick out. The two Jims had taken to feeling over his arms, so he couldn’t defend himself as the four Googles started prodding over his tummy.

“Nohohoooo! Wahahahait, stohop!” He pleaded, bucking as he laughed out. He really should have considered the fact that he’d feel the touching through the onesie, but he’d been so caught up in the attention he didn’t realise it’s consequences. Wilford yelped, descending into louder laughter as someone, namely Dr. Iplier, squeezed a hip.

“NOHOHO GEHHET OOOHOHOFF!” He cried in desperation. This was agony, absolute ticklish agony. He had half his friends on him, for goodness sake! He yelped as Green took after Bim, squeezing over the thigh that had not been paid attention to, and squealed as Blue Google massaged his ribs. No amount of bucking or writhing was getting them off.

“DAHAHAHARK HEHEHELP MEHEHE!!” He cried out. He threw his head back as he laughed loudly, internally cursing his own sensitivity. Dark sighed, getting up and slowly walking over to the scene. “Wilford?”

“YEHEHES?? WHAHAT??” “Will you splurge our much needed money on random ventures that are of no use to the rest of us?” “NOHOHO! NEHEVER AGAHAHAIN, HEHEHELP!” “Will you come to meetings on time, and fully dressed?” “YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEEEAAASEE!” “Good.”

He smirked as he turned away, retaking his seat.

“WHAHAHAT?!?! DAHAHAHARK, NOHO, PLEEEEEAAASE!!” Wilford wailed. But the man merely smiled as he continued to silently watch the event unfold, only meaning to get involved if he sees Wilford really needs air. But when you have four synthetic men who can keep track of air supply, energy, and anything else, you don’t really need to doubt that it’ll stop when needed. For now though, Dark believes Wilford has finally put on a show that he can enjoy.

There’s definitely change after this meeting. Wilford is rarely late, which used to be a regular habit of his, and he’s always dressed up. He doesn’t dare wear the onesie again. The only way to catch him in it would be to suddenly storm into his room during a rainy day. Any other time, he avoids wearing the maliciously soft thing, the dastardly onesie that put him though such a ticklish hell. Although… He’d be lying if he were to say that he hasn’t been tempted.

RESPONSE: !!!!!!!!!! OMG THE CU TE IM DYING AHH!!!!!!! AMAZIN G GO OD YESS S

[cloudysfluffs]

HI ITS SERPENT WITH A TEENSY MINDLESS FLUFF THING TO COUNTERACT THE SADNESS OF WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER HERE WE GO:

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Wilford sighed in content as Dark played with his magnificently pink hair. The two were settled in bed, Wil’s head in Dark’s lap. Wil smiled when he caught Dark’s fond smile. As the darker ego’s fingers massages his scalp Wil practically melted, his eyelids dropping and his body going pretty much limp.

Dark chuckled. “This must feel nice for you to purr like this.”

Wilford hadn’t even noticed the content sounds escaping his lips. He couldn’t even care, Dark’s massages were heaven.

The pinker ego didn’t even notice how much time had gone by because when Dark stopped a whine of disappointment immediately left him. “Why’d you stop?”

Dark smiled. “We have to go, love. I can’t spend all day in here massaging your head.”

“Why not?”

“Because we have things to do.” Dark stood and kissed Will’s cheek. Wilford huffed and grabbed Dark for a hug, which he reciprocated, but then Wil refused to let go.

“Don’t leave yet.” He whined. Dark couldn’t help but chuckle, amused at the other’s shenanigans.

“Wilford. Let go.”

“No.”

“Let. Go.” Dark poked Wilford’s sides at each word to emphasize his point and grinned and the squeaks it produced.

“Dahark! Stay!”

“Let go and come with me, doofus.” Dark began poking and prodding all over Wilford’s torso eliciting all kinds of squeaks and giggles, yet Will still refused to let go.

“I wahant mohore cuhuddles!” He tried pouting but the tickle-induced giggling made that difficult.

“Last chance to let go, love~” Dark wiggled his fingers at Wilford as a final warning. This of course did not deter the ego from pestering him more.

“Just sit down and cuddle me for 10 more minutes goddamit!” Will whined.

Well, he warned him.

Dark launched ten wiggling fingers at his lover’s sides and tummy which resulted in booming laughter.

“Dahahark! DARK! Hahaha- stop- ahaha!”

“You wanted some more time together, and so you’re getting it, cutie~”

That last word always got to Will and Dark noticed how his cheeks always took on the cutest and most suiting pink hue when he used that pet name. Dark let his hands explore, one wandering to the victim’s very sensitive bellybutton and the other to his underarms.

Wilford slammed his arms down and arched his back and melodious laughter poured from his lips.

“Cootchie cootchie coo, Giggles~” Dark whispered in his ears, making them blush to match his cheeks in pink.

“STAHAHAP- FAHAHA- FAHAHACKING TEHEHEASING! BWAHAHA!” Wil was barely coherent through his laughter and occasional snort, which Dark made sure to tease him about.

“Aw, you sound like a pig with those snorts. How adorable.”

“DARK! AHAHA- STOHOHOP!”

“Hm…” Dark used a single finger to scratch right below Will’s navel. “Should I?”

“YEHEHEHES!”

“Are you going to let us leave?”

“YEHEHEHES!”

Immediately the tickling stopped and Dark retracted his hands.

“Good.” He planted a kiss on Will’s forehead and stood back, reaching out a hand to help Will up.

“Can yohou at least do that again later?” Will asked and accepted Dark’s hand up.

“The tickling?”

“No!” Wil went a bit red in the face at that. “The massage!”

Dark laughed. “Sure.” With that the two left the room, ready for the rest of their day.

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RESPONSE: OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AMAZING GOOD YES OMG I  CANNOT RN THIS IS SO GOOD

[cloudysfluffs]

Google's Dial

Hi! It’s Serpent! Aka thetickleeraven. Here’s the first fic I’m submitting to this blog. Forgive me for the length. I got carried away. 

Hope this is decent! 

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When developing something mechanical to imitate a human, senses are one of the most difficult hurdles. How will the being compute senses, and how will it intake information?

Google, being mechanical, can’t sense things like humans. He doesn’t have organs, instead he has intricately designed and advanced robotics.

For example, his sense of touch is controlled by a small dial on his chest. His sensitivity can be heightened or lowered if need be.

After living among the other egos, Google has learned to make sure it is never turned up, after one incident.

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“G, take off your shirt please, I need to examine your ribs.” Doctor informed the patient sitting on the examination table, who nodded and slipped his shirt off.

“We need information of physical capability and vulnerability.” Warfstache informed the doctor.

“I understand, Warfstache. Dark explained it to me quite well why we needed to give Google a physical examination. I don’t think you looking over my shoulder is quite necessary.”

“I’m stepping in for Dark who has other responsibilities right now. He’s the boss and he gave a direct request for a physical of every ego, starting with Google, here.”

The doctor huffed. He wasn’t really ecstatic to have Warf looking after him like a child. He was a trained medical professional and it was a simple physical examination.

Well, he thought it’d be simple. But Google was not a human being, he was a highly advanced machine. He didn’t have normal organic human parts that the doctor had been trained to understand.

There was a single dial upon his chest turned to “4” out of 10.

“May I ask the purpose of the Dial is, G?”

“It is a dial connecting to my synthetic nervous system. By turning it to a higher setting it allows me to have more sensitivity to my physical environment.”

“I see. I think it’ll be best for the physical if I turn the dial up. It’ll make it easier to find points of vulnerability.”

“I agree.” Google nodded, unaware to the consequences. He had never turned the dial above 5.

Dr. Iplier turned the dial to “10”.

Immediately Google felt a difference. The air conditioning wafted breezes across his frame and he could feel every single one. He felt each crease and fold of his clothes and every time they so much as shifted in position. The frames of his glasses put pressure on his nose that now felt way more obvious. However these were just a minor annoyance.

“I’m going to feel along your upper body and tell me if you feel any shifts in pain, this will help us account for points of vulnerability or anomalies in your design.” The doctor explained. Google nodded.

“Oh, just get on with it already! If every patient takes this long it’ll be weeks before you get through everyone!” Warfstache groaned.

“Wilford, your impatience and volume are unnecessary.” Google glared at the pink ego, who returned the look. Those two never really got along.

“Let’s continue.” The doctor interrupted their silent fury to get on with the physical. As soon as the doctor rested his hands on Google’s sides he flinched back violently.

“Sorry, G. Did the hurt?”

“No. It felt… odd. I don’t think I recognize the feeling.”

“Should I continue?”

“Yes.”

Doctor Iplier put his hands back on Google sides and began feeling along the skin for anomalies. He did not expect the reaction he received.

Google whirled back, curling into a ball, giggling up a storm.

Both Doctor and Warf were quite amused at the new discovery.

“Whahahat ihihis thihihis?” Google asked through the giggles he attempted to suppress.

Doctor chuckled. “It seems your increased sensitivity has made you ticklish.”

“Ticklish?”

“Hold on… Don’t tell me you don’t know what tickling is!” Warf laughed.

“Please explain to me what this is.” Google was perplexed. He had never felt something like that before.

“Perhaps we should just turn the dial down and contin-”

“Hold on, Doctor. Maybe we should give G a little demonstration.” Warf grinned at Google, who seemed clueless to his malicious intent.

“I thought you wanted me to hurry up.”

“No reason we can’t have a bit of fun!”

Doctor sighed but couldn’t help the amused smile on his lips, he had to admit, it would be pretty funny.

“Fine. If G allows it.”

“Of course. I would like to expand my knowledge of- HEY!” G clutched his sides, immediately overcome with laughter as Wilford began squeezing up and down his sides.

Google didn’t know why but the odd tingling sensation across his body was causing him to laugh against his will!

“Ihihihi dohohohon’t uhuhunderstahahand!”

“Maybe we need to kick it up a notch then, hm?” Wilford began scratching at G’s underarms. The ego threw his head back in laughter and couldn’t help but kick out and squirm at the unbearable sensations.

“Wow I’ve never heard Google laugh before.” The doctor snickered.

“Why don’t you give me a hand, doc? The faster we help Google understand tickling the faster you can get back to your examination!”

“Well, since he’s meant to simulate a human, I suppose that would mean he’s most ticklish where he’s most vulnerable.”

“I like your thinking, doc! So we just have to find where he’s most ticklish!”

“I guess.” Doctor sighed and shook his head with an amused smile.

“Cootchie cootchie coo, G~” Warf teased, his face lighting up when Google’s laughter increased and his face suddenly glowed with a subtle blue hue. “Looks like G blushes blue! How cute.”

“Is teasing really necessary?” The doctor asked, grabbing the victim’s foot and sliding his shoe off.

“You’re a doctor, you should know that feelings of embarrassment or anxiety increase the sensation of tickling.”

“How do you know that?”

“I know many things.” Warf smirked and turned his attention back to the flailing ego before them.

“DOHOHOCTOHOHOR, STOHOHOHOP!” Google shrieked suddenly, his thrashing becoming more violent.

“What’re you doing, Doc?”

“Seems his feet are rather sensitive.”

Wilford laughed along with Google, although not as violently.

“So let’s see. How about we try… here!” Wilford starting scratching along his ribs, sending G into a frenzy of cackles and snorts. “Seems his ribs are veeery ticklish~”

“YOHOHOHOUR TEHEHEASING MAHAHAKES IHIHIT WOHOHORSE!”

“Of course it does. Good to know you can be embarrassed, this information will come in handy in the future.” Warfstache grinned as G’s face was now a deep blue.

“We’ve gotten your armpits.” Wilford shoved his hands under G’s arms and began scratching at the hollows. Google squealed rather high-pitched and rocked side to side, trying desperately to dislodge the tickling hands.

“We’ve gotten your sides.” The pink ego kneaded his fingers into the sides of the victim, eliciting and snort and deep belly laughter.

“We’ve gotten your feet!” The doctor chimed in and raked his hands down the soles of G’s bare feet. He received an ear-piercing shriek and a string of curses and pleads.

“And we’ve gotten your ribs, of course.”

“NOHO- NOHOHOT THEHE- AHAHAHAHA!” Google exploded into powerful booming laughter as Warfstache scratched relentlessly at his ribs.

“Hm, where else do we need to tickle doctor?” Warfstache asked, spidering fingers along G’s ribs to keep in a state of laughter.

“Well… we still have thighs, knees, hips, back, neck, and belly.”

“PLEHEHEASE! TIHI-TIHIHICKLES TOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!” Google sputtered through his cackling.

“You’re just gonna have to hang in there, your physical isn’t done yet.” Wilford sang. “Doctor, won’t you test his thighs?”

“Certainly, Warfstache.” The doctor chuckled. He was starting to have some fun with this. He moved up and held the leg down so it wouldn’t kick him in the face. He then used one hand the squeeze up and down the thigh.

Google bucked and tried jerking away, giggling frantically with little hiccups in between.

Suddenly Google began thrashing wildly. Doctor looked up to see Wilford nuzzling into Google’s neck, his mustache hairs tickling the poor victim.

“Found another tickle spot!”

“IHIHI GEHEHET IHIHIT! IHIHI’M VUHUHUHULNERAHAHABLE!”

“We need to know every spot, G. You can handle a little more, can’t you?” The doctor cooed.

“NOHOHOHO!”

“Aww, too bad~” Wilford giggled before drilling his thumbs into Google’s hips.

G bucked and squealed once more, his whole figure bouncing up and down with each laugh.

“Time for your belly!” Warf cooed in a patronizing voice. He was rewarded when G’s neck started turning blue to match his face. Wilford began poking and prodding Google’s belly.

“Wihihihilfohohord! Ihihihi cahahan’t taHAHAHAKE THIHI- FUHUHUCK!” Google’s laughter skyrocketed as soon as Doc decided to help and started swirling a finger in his navel.

In a last ditch effort, Google flipped himself over to shield his ribs and stomach from further torment.

This proved to be a huge mistake, as Wilford decided to try tickling along his spine.

As soon as skittering fingers met his back he thrashed and screamed so loud Dr.Iplier had to cover his ears. G was bucking, rocking, tossing and turning. His laughter was desperate and his eyes began to water with tears of mirth.

“Holy shit! I didn’t know Google could get that high-pitched!” Doctor laughed. Wilford laughed at poor Google’s predicament and clutched his own middle in a fit of laughter.

Google gasped for air as soon as he stopped and scrambled to turn his dial down.

“Sorry, G, but that was pretty funny. And I DID get information on your vulnerability.” Doctor laughed.

Google was panting with a deep blue face and a smile he just couldn’t seem to suppress. As soon as he recovered he glared at Warfstache and the doctor.

“I assume from your earlier reactions that organic beings are naturally ticklish?”

“Well, most are yes.” The doctor answered without a second thought. Warfstache caught on quick, however.

“Oh, it seems Dark needs me! I really must be going.” The pink ego ran off, leaving Dr.Iplier alone with Google, who was already getting up.

“G? What’s wro-”

Oh.

“N-No need to be hasty, G!”

“Let’s see your level of ticklishness.” Google growled before launching at the doctor.

He sought his revenge to the fullest.

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Response: !!! YES OMGGGGG

THIS IS 100% HOW THE EGOS FOUND OUT ABOUT HIS DIAL HC ACCEPTED!!

I LOVE YOUR WRITING, MAN!!