#eeeee unexpected cuteness!

[blackjackkent]

So, to sum up - Saradush is a sanctuary city for children of Bhaal, led by a mad warlord Bhaalspawn named Gromnir il-Khan. The city is currently under siege by a DIFFERENT Bhaalspawn named Yaga-Shura. Both of the are super willing to kill me and also everyone inside the city. And our new friend Melissan, who claims to be a "protector of Bhaalspawn," isn't willing to give us any more details until we solve the whole situation.

Caden and I are both very unimpressed with this place.

Current goal is to find our way into the castle, so time to wander around aimlessly and see what we can find.

The city is a fairly big one with a number of POIs - about the size of one district of Athkatla. Our first stop is going to be the tavern, because Springy has encouraged me to set up Aerie with some important spells (specifically Raise Dead and Horror) which will apparently be important for some possible side quests here.

This is funny, because I don't know anything about how magic works in this game at all. I am playing on super easy mode and just left-click everything until it falls over and spits out loot. But I'm looking at the spellbook now and man, Aerie could have had loads of stuff memorized this whole time!

So I've gone through and queued up a bunch of memorized spells for her, as well as Imoen, Jaheira, and Minsc(!) - apparently he could cast priest spells this whole time? And Rasaad doesn't? Go figure.

Off to the tavern because we have to sleep to make this take effect. The tavern here does not have a fun name like The Hanged Goose or something like that. It does however have a prostitute out front who is either extremely on the grind or extremely oblivious:

Ma'am there are bombs being thrown at the walls.

What I want to know is - is this a Bhaalspawn prostitute? Or did Melissan have her shipped in especially?

Well, that's right good of you, Mr. Bartender. I will gladly give you my coin.

This bartender also offers approximately every kind of weapon for sale in several levels, in case I suddenly had a burning desire for like six katanas.

And...just as we purchase our room for the night, Aerie decides it's time for another lovetalk! <3

Eyyyyyy! <3

This is like the least romantic possible scenario she could have chosen for this, but I will go ahead and find this cute regardless and you can't stop me. :P

EEEEEEEEEEEEE <3

Cuties!

Caden is, I think, not in a very good place emotionally right now (especially since he never really had time to properly recover from all the shit with Irenicus) so god knows he really needs some cuddle time right now (and whatever else they get up to - it's not my business :P ).

And hopefully Aerie feels really inspired on learning those new spells. ;)

[aychama]

I was wondering, does king Narinder have ever had any funny episode with catnip in his life?

-Im getting the warnings of becoming sick so no art but you guys can have a little idea I have!-

"What is going on? Why is everyone running out of the building?" Lambert looks to the panicked palace staff.

"The king has accidentally sniffed catnip!" One maid yells as she rushes out the door.

"Huh? Why is that a problem? Is he alergic or something?" Lambert grabs the arm of a fleeing butler, not understanding the urgency. Their grip is firm on the poor butler.

"The problem is, whoever sees him in that state gets punished the day after!" The butler answers as another maid stops by the two to warn them.

"Years ago one had seen him lick his own hand and the next day the poor butler was forced to clean horse shit with bare hands!" She says it like its the grosest thing in the world.

"And another maid had heard him purr and my god.... she was almost fired!" The butler pries Lambert's grip off of his arm as he speaks.

"That just sounds like he is embarrased of the state he is in?" Lambert understands the situation of everyone fleeing as no one would want to be fired from the palace for such reasons, working at the palace pays well, but the situation was still too ridiculous for everyone to run away.

"Yea it- eeeee!" The butler and the maid hightail it as Narinder approaches them.

He picks Lambert up, they dont even protest (were they really this light for him to easily hoist them up?) as he brings them to the garden. The sun is still up but no one is around, everyone has fleed from the palace.He purrs and wraps his hands around Lambert, who wasnt wearing their armor. He cuddles them, burying his nose into their nape and licks wherever he gets his snuggly face on while lying down as the birds chirp and Lambert looks at the blue sky all stiff, not sure what to do in this unexpected turn of events.

"Oh im so dead tomorrow..." Lambert says outloud to no one, feeling dread in their gut while they are forcefully cuddled in grass. Their heart beats fast in their chest and they think it has to be because of fear.

His nose tickles...

The next day, however, when Narinder and Lambert run into eachother in the corridor, the morning sun hits Narinder's face in just the right angle for his face to be seen behind his veil and he is... blushing? He turns away before Lambert can properly see.

How weird, he would usually give them an order to follow him or something else.

Maybe he forgot. Cute.

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (9)

@tastetherainbow290 long (ish) one today

chapter 17

author says they’re excited for this chapter… should i be scared

yeah. i’m scared.

SYBILL!!!!!! AND LILY!!!!!!!! AHHHH

dumbledore mention

omg i love sybill and lily

im obsessed with lily actually

are they like district 13 or like what is this. is dumbledore president coin

poppy!!!! ok i am liking this chapter a lot

remus sacrificed himself for lily ❤️‍🩹

oh. lily thinks remus is dead. and remus thinks lily is dead?! remu and lily reunion when

i gasped

sirius pov ok

frank mention!!

evan 💔

james and reg ☹️ ugh i just feel so bad for everyone

dorcas!!!!

molly!!! 

rip fab and gid 💔

oh no molly doesn’t know

dorcas what are you doing you have to tell her

ok she’s telling her but did molly have to strangle her 😭

order mention!!

sirius pov

pandora my love <3

james talking to sirius omg i’m going to cry

regulus jump scare

“I’m just saying, maybe you'd appreciate it if I put them down yours instead” JAMES

wolfstar eeeeee

me trying to contain my happiness bc i’m in a silent classroom

oh no now it’s getting sad

oh yeah. i forgot remus has to stay here.

AHHHH FINALLY they’re kissing

WHY IS THE FIRE ALARM GOING OFF RIGHT NOW READ THE ROOM NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR A FIRE DRILL

“if you like you could do it again” smooth, sirius.

and they’re doing it again

“is it too soon to be sure i love you” i have goosebumps rn

ok this was a good chapter

chapter 18

remus pov!!

mary mention!!!! i hope we see her in this i love mary so much

SIRIUS LICKED JAMES 😭😭 yeah he would.

eeeee they’re kissing again

remus being sirius’ first lover 😯

and they’re kissing again

PANDORA NO 😭

ugh i love her so much

james pov again!!! this means the game which means sadness but JEGULUS

“Oh, look at that convenient cave over there,” yeah james that’ll work

unrelated but my neck hurts really bad rn

james only surviving for regulus ugh. i love them. 

james being a hopeless romantic

“if you tell me what the mitochondria is, I'm not sure I'll be able to restrain myself” BAHA JAMES

regulus writing about james in his journals he is so me

he burned them?! he really is just like me. 

james being regulus’ first crush ahhhhh

“you made me feel” AHHHHHHH

not regulus almost killing peter and then just LEAVING

reg pov!!

regulus being…. silly

hmmm maybe these thoughts you’re having about james mean something? did you ever consider that?

not regulus thinking james ABANDONED him sweetie no james would NEVER

chapter 19

JAMES!!!

did i just predict that

regulus you do trust james don’t lie

ugh

"I'll kill them if they try it. I'll kill them all before they ever got a chance to lay a hand on you." REGGIEEEEE AHHHHH

vanity!!!

yeah. how are the rest of them gonna die. like. aghhhh i cant think about this now

“at least no one is calling him lover boy” nooo don’t think about evan

ant juice 😭 poor vanity

oh no the fires. this is just like what happened to rue.

oh no. they’re all going to die. ahhhhhh

peter is doing it 💔

LITTLE LOVE BLANKET IM CRYING

vanity is so cute im not ready to lose her

confession time (5) ive had to pee so bad for the last like 2 hours but i’ve just been reading this and i don’t want to get up 

vanity and hodge unexpected duo

vanity is so me rn

her asking james about kissing 😭

james “love isn’t even that great” potter, everyone.

i love that the harry potter lingo is used in this. like hallow, auror, horcrux. it just is so silly

vanity PLEASE do not die. i am literally begging you do not die right now.

vanity naming the hornet 😭

IRENE AND PETER 😭 jump scare but honestly good for her

oh poor james

him blatantly lying about him and reg i just know sirius knows

i live for jealous regulus

irene is an ICON i am not ready to lose her

i feel like vanity is going to try to smuggle vespa and then someone is going to die because of it

regulus calling james the sun. even as a joke im giggling rn 

ahhh kiss kiss kiss

nooo they’re leaving

should i read another chapter??

[ultimatecutenesspeaks]

Soon both heard a squeal and see haruki coming towards pinkun and hugging him pinkun geeeh !?

Haruki: Eeeee, so cute!

Mizuki: ...Yep. Saw that coming.

Pinkun: Erm... What do I do?

*Saki simply chuckles in response. Haruki lets Pinkun go shortly after.*

Saki: Well, that was certainly unexpected.

Mizuki: Yep. That's our brother for ya.

[ato-khsz]

O-oh my..

AAAAJAHDHHDGEHBFBF ZEROOOOOOO!!!! EEEEE GOODNESS HE'S HANDSOMEAJSDB ฅ(๑*▽*๑)ฅ!!

I made a silly reply ft X ahahs..

ooooooooh X has an unexpected visitor in the middle of the night...... at least that's what I first saw if I try to connect the lovely artwork with a cute scenario :3

Tis I! Who have appeared to tell you..

.. That I really, really love your drawings! Everytime I see them, I feel the sudden urge to come to your blog like knocking on the door loudly and giving flowers as a way to say "thanks for the yummy artworks!!"

Oh yeah.. My favorite piece that you made is.. um.. Yokai Zero.. haha.. he's hot.. ❤

"Is that so? I wouldn't recommend getting too close to a Yokai..."

thank you so much for loving my art =w= I love what I do right now. I love the characters a lot, and I love making AU content for them! I drew this Yokai Zero specifically for this answer, so I hope you like it...

Xan tells me you're a big fan of hers. I just want to thank you for always cheering her up n stuff <3

[renthony]

Your unexpected lava video was the first time I heard your voice and ohmaigosh your voice is so cute and amazing!!!!

eeeee, thank you!

[franklyshipping]

Let Us Give You A Hand ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

This is a tale of two cheeky boys getting their comeuppance! LEEET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @robbie-lee-zombie @googlee-oliver and @thehostofleetrature

It had been.....a day of mayhem. Cheeky, playful, strategized, giddy, adorable mayhem. The makers of the mischief this time being Robbie the zombie, and the sweet sunflower android Oliver. Recently they'd had a realisation that they had more in common that you may think....an appreciation for the pure things in the world, a happy innocence, a subconscious ability to bring joy to those they loved....and the ability to detach limbs in a non-grotesque, comedic manner. After they both came to this realisation in a moment of squealing joy, they hatched a plan to give some of their loved ones a chance to....smile....whether they wanted to or not. Oliver would plan the strategy efficiently with his hard-drive mind, Robbie would scope out the area by taking out an eye and letting it roll about silently. They were the perfect combination for seeking their targets....and then taking them out.

Their targets would often be carrying out a task and having a minor difficulty with it, and said person would comment to themselves on how they were having a hard time....and then Oliver and Robbie would both ''lend a hand''. At which point, each of them would detach their hands which would scurry forth and launch a brief tickle attack; then the hands would return to their owners who would promptly make their escape whilst cackling with unrestrained joy....whilst leaving one of their loved ones flustered and disorientated. Pretty ingenious and impressive in my opinion....but when you do something like that over and over again....a pattern shows. Targets get together. The targets decide that enough is enough....and a plan is hatched.

'I can't WAIT to get Hosty! He'll be SO surprised!'

Oliver giggled as he skipped down the corridor, hand in hand with his new best friend, a giggling, giddy zombie boy. Robbie was clinging to Oliver's hand with both of his excitedly, feeling so happy that he had such a kind and clever best friend to play with. Not only that, but Oliver would sometimes just....randomly compliment him, because that's what happens when you adore someone, the compliments just fly out.

'Yeah, yeah! Surprise Hosty!'

Oliver giggled as he looked to his friend.

'He'll probably get distracted from how cute you are!'

Robbie's eyes widened as they stopped outside the doors of the library, and the zombie boy whined with embarrassment as he softly head-butted Oli's shoulder.

'Nuuuhhh! Ou cute....'

Oliver giggled and ruffled Robbie's hair before scanning through the door excitedly. They'd been informed by Dr Schneeplestein in passing that the Host needed a hand with something, and they'd immediately jumped on the opportunity to get someone else....the fact that Dr Schneeplestein had been targeted by them earlier that day didn't make them suspicious at all. They were just too excited to notice. Oliver grinned.

'Okay....okay he's sat at his desk. As soon as he perceives us and faces us, that's our chance. Ready?'

Oliver's eyes glinted as he wiggled five of his fingers at Robbie, to which Robbie responded by wiggling five of his back happily.

'Ye!'

Robbie felt all jittery and giddy inside, if you'd felt a pulse point he would have felt nearly alive. As for Oliver, his chest core and eyes were shining bright as his circuits filled with energy, which was his adrenaline. They opened the doors....and stepped inside. They closed them and walked forward together, barely containing their grins as they saw the Host's shadowy figure standing from his chair.....he was turning to face them. Oliver and Robbie were ready, so ready....but the Host didn't face them. He spoke first, or rather.....narrated.

''Oliver and Robbie found themselves being ambushed by strong, ghostly hands. They were held in the air by their wrists, ankles, and by the backs of their t-shirts. Numerous other ghostly hands surrounded them, hovering and twitching....warningly.''

The air was filled with a series of surprised squeals and yelps as the Host's words came into reality, and by the time the Host had reached them, Oliver and Robbie were restrained just as the Host had described. They were both struggling and whimpering in their own ways, but Oliver managed to find the nerve to speak, even as he gulped.

'H-H-Host wh-what the hell?!'

Robbie let out a shaky whine as he watched the Host chuckle and sneer at them both with his arms folded at his chest.

'Did the pair of you seriously think that you would not have to endure consequences for your mischievous actions? Bim Trimmer, Dr Henrik Von Schneeplestein, Silver Shepherd, Jackie-Boy Man, and Jameson Jackson have told the Host everything. Everything.'

Oliver and Robbie both gulped and shared a nervous glance, struggling more against the ghostly hands as they realised what was coming for them. Honestly, they hadn't given a second thought to retribution...they'd figured they would be able to pout and say they were just having fun, and then they'd be let off....but they now understood that cuteness could only get them so far.

'H-Hosty....w-w-we s-sorr.....s-so-oorree....'

Robbie stuttered as his cheeks flushed a light lilac....but the Host only smirked.

'Ohhh the Host doesn't think you are, but fear not, the Host here to ensure that your apologies to each of our friends are well meant and from the heart. The Host thinks that the best way to do that is to.....go over exactly what you did to them, yes?'

Oliver and Robbie let out fearful squeaks when the hands around them suddenly became much more animated, all the while the Host calmly clasped his hands behind his back and started to slowly pace around them. His smile was subtle, but it had a truly formidable edge of mischief to it. Basically, the Host's two victims were screwed.

'N-Nonono H-H-Host w-wait let's discuss-EEEEE! Nohoho nohohoho nahahat thehehere!'

Oliver was about to try and see if he could negotiate with their captor, but he was too late. The hands had gotten to them first. Four hands. Two for Oliver's armpits, and two for Robbie's. They scratched and scratched away lightly, but fast, making their victims squeal and giggle in the most adorably high pitched voices. The Host had begun.

'Ahhh yes, Bim Trimmer was the first. It was rather early in the morning and he was hanging up a newly repaired stage light, but it seemed to be proving rather difficult for him on his own....'

As Oliver's cheeks got warmer, the little zombie's squeals echoed around the room as he thrashed about, both trying to stop the tickling AND drown out the Host's voice.

'H-H-Hohohosty shuhush Hohohosty shuhuhuhuuuush!'

The Host certainly did NOT shush, and instead spoke louder so that they would be able to hear him nice and clearly over their giddy mirth. His smile was less subtle now.

'Bim called out, hoping there would be someone nearby who would be able to lend a hand....but instead he received four. Two held his arms up whilst the other two scratched his poor hollows until he was a giggling, squealing mess. The poor man had to have a gallon of tea to soothe himself!'

The Host was almost actually starting to SOUND like Bim with how dramatic he was being with his pacing and arm gestures, as if he was reciting some great speech of Marlowe's to an audience garlanded in finery. In a way though, Robbie and Oliver had their own finery in the form of their wide smiles and bright blushes; they were the most precious to behold, especially when trying to remain strong.

'Y-Yohohou ahare ehehexahaggerating!'

Oliver defiantly called out, meanwhile Robbie was in the midst of trying to land little bites on the scratching fingers in his armpits as he giggled frantically. The Host had finished another circuit of pacing and now stood before his two victims, and he threw a smirk to Oliver as he purred.

'Why, the Host would never!'

The Host ended with a chuckle, before waving one of his hands to relinquish the armpit attack. He clasped his hands at the small of his back, sighing out through his nose happily as Oliver and Robbie giggled residually. They exchanged flustered glances when the Host started pacing around them once more, musing.

'Now who was next....?'

The Host trailed off playfully....before receiving an unexpected, giggly reply.

'N-N-Nuhuhohone!'

The Host raised an eyebrow at the giddy little zombie before him in amusement. Robbie had his head bowed with bashfulness as he whined and nibbled his bottom lip, his lilac eyes watery with cute mirth. The Host grinned as he continued pacing, whispering in Robbie's ear softly as he circled by.

'Now, now, it's naughty to lie.....ohh yes, the Host recalls now....'

Oliver's and Robbie's eyes widened when they saw a hand approaching them each, and they squeaked and let out similar high-pitched tittering when they found their waistlines being traced.

'Ohohoho noho....'

Oliver whimpered and trembled as the soft fingertips slid under his t-shirt with ease and teased his soft skin, and only became more flustered when he saw the same happening to Robbie. Then the Host continued his story re-telling.

'The good doctor Schneeplestein has a difficult, packed line of work, so thus it is imperative that he gets a good burst of energy in the mornings before he gets to his clinic. For some reason however....his coffee was a little out of reach....'

Oliver shook his head and tried to crane his neck, endeavouring to gaze imploringly at the Host whilst Robbie shook his head and tried to sound insistent.

'N-Nahahat uhus nahat uhus!'

'R-Rohobbie!'

Oliver squeaked after he heard his friend trying to deny it....he didn't want to risk the Host punishing them even more for lying about their mischief. The Host meanwhile, only found it wonderfully endearing. He snickered, and as if in sync with the Host's mirth, the delicate fingers moved from their victim's waists to the bowels of their hips. This made both Oliver and Robbie jerk about....and shriek magnificently.

'Just as the doctor murmured that he could possibly use a hand to help him retrieve his caffeine....he found himself being attacked at his poor, delicate waist and hips. Needless to say, his laughter woke up everyone else this morning.'

The Host had to work much harder to make himself heard, but it just made the whole thing more fun. The Host adored the sounds of it all. Thrashing, laughing, stammering....such exquisite cuteness.

'HOHOHOSTY PWEHEASE H-HOHOSTY NAHAT THEHERE!'

Robbie cried, the zombie still in awe that the quite man was being such a teasy meanie! Robbie was just a poor mess right now. His normally messy hair was past the realms of unkemptness and nearly covered his eyes, all the while his face shone....purple; a legitimate purple. The Host tilted his head up at the zombie with a playful grin.

'Oh no, the Host assures Robbie that that's where the doctor was tickled. The doctor was very specific in his descriptions-'

'YOHOHOU SAHAHARCASTIHIC SHIHIHIZZ!'

The Host paused. Now this WAS a rare occurrence. The Host had been cut off in the middle of speaking.....how....very....rude. On top of that, he'd been cut off by someone who was usually oh so mild-mannered and sweet; the Host felt happy that he was bringing out the sass in little Oliver. However, such rudeness was NOT going to go unpunished. The Host's head snapped to Oliver, making the little droid gulp fearfully.

'That wasn't very pleasant Oliver.'

Oliver knew that as soon as he'd cut Host off he'd made a grave mistake....but nothing could have prepared him for the retribution. The droid's eyes widened when he felt one of his hipbones being kneaded.....kneaded.

'AAHAHAHA OHOHOLI WHYYYY??!!'

Oliver looked to Robbie in shock, gasping in realisation through his own laughter as Robbie's wails caught his attention.....the Host had decided to punish Robbie too, even though he wasn't sassy along with Oliver....this was what true evil looked like. Oliver cried out as he arched his back sharply, mouth and eyes wide as he looked between Robbie and the Host helplessly.

'AHHHHHI'MSORRYROBBIEI'MSORRYHOSTY NAHAHAHHHH!!'

The Host chuckled softly, humming playfully in the wake of Oliver's sweet apologies.

'HOHOHOOOOST C'MAHAHAAAN!!'

If the Host could have rolled his eyes with affection, then he would have. He settled for a stream of chuckles as he snapped his fingers, allowing for Oliver and Robbie to have a little mercy.

'Ahalright, the Host believes Oliver....goodness, the Host never knew that pacing could be such a workout....'

The Host grinned and turned his back on his captives for a moment, but only so that he could pull up his armchair before them and sink down into it with a satisfied smile. As the Host got himself comfortable....the looks that Oliver and Robbie shared had....changed somewhat. They were happy....because....well, being treated so playfully was rather fun for them....they didn't dislike the situation that they were in. Not only that, but they could both tell that the other was somewhat eager to find out what the Host would have in store for them. They both looked to the Host with soft smiles and tittering voices as the Host laced his fingers together in his lap.

'Speaking of workouts....'

.....Oliver knew what was coming next. Oliver remembered. Ohhh no...oh no oh no oh no. The little android started getting giggly, which ended up making Robbie giggly too as they both squirmed giddily; they didn't have it in them to be defiant anymore, only cuteness remained.

'N-N-Nohoho w-w-wahahait h-hahang ohohon-'

'Why should the Host do that? If anything, waiting would merely make the anticipatory butterflies on Oliver and Robbie's bellies so much worse.'

The Host cut Oliver off, and smirked with satisfaction at the squeaks he received when he mentioned Oliver and Robbie's soft, trembling....vulnerable, bellies. The Host sunk into his armchair more as Oliver and Robbie subconsciously sucked in their tummies....which would not serve to save them from the Host's next assault.

'Now with workouts, personally the Host admires whoever dedicates themselves to such endeavours of fitness. Especially when it comes to Silver Shepherd and Jackie-Boy Man, who have their routines doing pull ups together so they can motivate one another....'

Oliver and Robbie saw that a hand was approaching them each, and approaching them slowly. Oliver felt himself blushing as subtly twitching fingers came closer and closer to his abdomen, whilst Robbie was just whining and giggling already; the anticipation was already tickle inducing. The Host liked a slow approach, it did wonderful things to the nerves. The Host purred under his breath to make the hands slip under their t-shirts and rest on their bare tummies, and he smirked when they both tensed and squeaked with practically perfect synchronicity. The Host next words came slowly too, like his magical manipulations. He drawled out each word and every syllable.

'On this occasion though, both of them were a little tired. However, they were determined to meet their targets and mused to one another about calling for someone to help motivate them....and guess who answered their call?'

And here we see one of the Host's many tickle tropes; a teasy, rhetorical question. In combination with another tactic which was to persist gently so that the true attack would unexpected and more intense, and it certainly worked. Oliver and Robbie in fact let out quite shrill screams when those calm hands suddenly dug into their tummies.

'FRIHIHIHIHIHIIIICK!'

Oliver exclaimed, which caused the Host to muse.

'Mmm, not quite. Namely, it was the pair of you. Ruthlessly targeting their poor abdominals whilst you used a spare hand each to help keep them hanging from their pull-up poles. Truly evil....'

The Host shook his head and tutted in a reprimanding fashion, all the while his poor victims begged and begged and begged....and were rather rude.

'AAAHHHAHAHA POHOHOHOOPY POHOHOHOOOOPYYY!!'

The usually mild-mannered Robbie was the one who shrieked those filthy words as he laughed and quivered, his soft tummy was a wonderful weakness it seemed. Now, we all know that the word poopy is as far from swearing as you can probably get, Robbie knew that, Oliver knew that, and the Host certainly knew that....except....it wasn't exactly a NICE word either. Since it wasn't a nice word, this led Host to the conclusion that Robbie....was a rude, rude boy.

'Goodness, the Host was not aware that Robbie knew such foul language....he supposed that Oliver was being a devious influence....'

The Host crooned, and at first Oliver and Robbie sighed in relief at the fact that they weren't getting additional punishment....but Oliver ended up blushing bright at the Host's ending words. Oliver cried out, filled with the most indignation that it was probably possible to feel in one moment.

'IHIHIHI CAHAHAN'T SWEHEHEAR YOHOHOU MAHAHATCHFIHIDGET!!'

.....now the laughter of Oliver and Robbie was not the only laughter in the room. The Host was able to predict many things, but the results of Oliver's censoring module was not one of them, and he loved it. He clapped his hands together in amusement as the droid blushed even harder, still laughing with his comrade as their struggles started getting weaker. They both moved in sync again, trying to hide their flustered faces in the wrists or forearms or elbows or biceps, and the Host figured it was time for another instance of mercy.

'Ahhh of course, it must have slipped the Host's mind....'

Oliver and Robbie gasped as the hands crawled out from their t-shirts, drifting away as they trembled and whined. They looked to each other, wanting nothing more than to be able to fall into each other's arms and rub each other's ghost tickles away. The Host could feel it, and his heart utterly melted, it was like they were pining for each other's friendly comfort....and the Host knew they would have it soon, very soon. Now....it was time for the final act of retribution.

'How sweet you both are.....just like another that the Host is sure you both know. Dear little Jamie....'

The Host purred gently, and as Oliver and Robbie looked to the Host, they felt a mixture of emotions. Nervousness, because they knew what tickling came next....but also relief, because they knew that Jamie was the last person they'd managed to have their fun with. They gulped when they felt hands on their shins bending their legs, so they were hovering in kneeling positions as their feet faced sole up behind them. The Host continued.

'The poor thing had misplaced his monocle, until he noticed it gleaming far underneath his bed, and thus he dove under to retrieve it. And retrieve it he did....but then he discovered himself to be stuck. What a bother! Plus, with no socks on, his exposed feet started getting chilly....'

Oliver and Robbie squeaked when they felt their socks being pulled off, their feet wiggling and scrunching in anticipation as they gazed at the Host with utter desperation.

'Plehease....H-H-Hohost plehease no mohore....'

'W-W-Wehe s-sorry!'

'Wehe are w-w-we're s-so sorry!'

'P-P-Pweh-EEEEEEEEK!'

The Host snickered at their frantic back and forth begs, and particularly at Robbie's squeal. There was one hand per foot, and each foot had five blunt nails dragging up and down it at a ceaseless, tickly pace.

'Apologies, the Host wasn't quite listening, what did you both say?'

Neither of them could handle their feet being tickled, even if it was gentle it was just pure torture for them. Robbie's laughter was filled with uncontrolled snarls, whilst Oliver's were filled with voice crackles and adorable, metallic hiccups. Either way, they were both hysterical.

'NAHAHAT OHOHOUR FEHEHEHEHEEEET!!!'

Oliver screamed, with Robbie soon following suit, teary eyed as he tried his best to ignore the scrapes at his delicate inner arches.

'WEHEHEHE SAHAHAHAWWYYYY!!!'

The Host raised an eyebrow, humming as he fiddled and played with the tassles of his armchair with one hand. With his other hand, he cupped one of his ears, calling out with a playful smile....or was it sadistic...ah well, same thing in this context really.

'Say that again?'

The Host's lips spread into a smirk when the air around him was filled with intense cries and babbles.

'PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!!'

'WEHEHEHE SOHOHO SAHAWWY!!'

'YEHEHEHEEES SOSOSOSO SOHOHO SOHOHORRY!!!'

Oliver and Robbie were pretty much on the verge of tears, but then it all stopped. The Host waved his hands, making all the ghostly hands disappear, apart from the ones holding Oliver and Robbie aloft. He made the hands carefully cradle the two recovering boys and set them down on the carpet gently, before the Host swept forth and opened his arms, his smile was kind.

'Come here.....come....it is alright....'

Oliver and Robbie had clung to each other almost instantly after being released, and now they crawled forwards hastily into the Host's arms, both whining for warmth at affection. With those wide lilac eyes and shining golden orbs staring up at him, how could the Host NOT care for them?! He brought them to his chest and wiped their tears away, kissing their foreheads and rubbing their backs as soft, whispered words of praise left his lips, Soon, Oliver and Robbie were both smiling and eagerly snuggling, holding each other's hands. Robbie was the first to whisper back to the Host.

'F-F-Forgiven?'

Robbie nibbled his bottom lip softly with nervousness, and the Host immediately kissed his temple warmly as he crooned.

'Everyone forgives you both, in fact, they all told the Host that they were very impressed at your brave cheekiness....'

He ruffled Robbie's hair whilst giving Oliver's shoulder a gentle nudge, making them both giggle happily. Then the Host realised something....he was trapped on the floor in their cuddles now. He cleared his throat softly.

'Ah, Oliver....what is the probability of the Host being released from these cuddles?'

Oliver grinned and hummed, sharing a look with a smirking Robbie, before replying.

'Approximately.....zero.'

The Host pursed his lips, and repressed a bashful laugh when their embraces tightened and Robbie growled into his chest.

'Our Hosty forever!'

The Host sighed out through his nose, before musing and holding them closer.

'Well, there are worse prisons.'

And so for the eternity of about a few hours, the Host remained trapped in the clutches of the most affectionate, warm beings on the entire planet. So, all in all, it was one of the best days ever.

WOOOOPPP DONE AND DONE HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT LEMME KNOW IF YA DOOOO WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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4th of December, 2017.

                12:00 AM. I was just chilling in front of my laptop and trying to find videos on how to improve my quality as a person. All of a sudden, I got a notification from my phone. Feeling surprised, I checked my phone and saw that my first small brother, that’s still studying abroad, gave me a warm birthday wish through LINE. “Kudos, bro! You were the first who gave me a birthday wish this year!”, I told myself. Then came my Mom and other smaller brother who came in and hugged me and gave me their birthday wish.

                  Out of all the birthday wishes that I received from today, probably the most unexpected wish came from my Mom. Mom suddenly said "Semoga semakin kuat iman ya" which somehow was one of my biggest internal problems in life. Problem is: I never even told nor show my Mom that I have problems with my Iman, not even the slightest bit. That particular wish really caught me off-guard.

                   Due to this, I am 95% convinced that Moms actually have super-powers or some sort of mumbo-jumbo Spider-sense, but they're just really good at keeping it a secret. Moms are actually scary, man. Real talk. After all of that, I turned off my laptop and went to bed, with a smile in my face.

                   I woke up in the morning, still half-conscious at around 10 AM. While still feeling drowsy, I remember I promised myself that I’d be up a bit early than usual, to be able to visit Dada (My Grandpa) and Papa Au (My Uncle) at Tanah Kusir’s Cemetery. I woke up. Saw my Dad in his uniform who’s ready to go to work for 4 days to the Eastern part of Indonesia. We had a little chat, I ate 3 of his total of 8 bread for his breakfast, then he sipped his Milo in his cup, and rode off to the airport. After he left, I gave my farewell to my Mom, and started to hop off my GrabBike to the Cemetery.

                     I arrived there at 11:45 AM. It was bloody hot, even though recently It’s been raining a lot. “Good thing I didn’t shower!”, I chuckled. After complaining about how hot it is, I saw their graves, gave them my Salaam, took a picture of them, posted it on my Instastory, and had a little chat with them. Told them the family’s a bit shaky, due to their passing. I told them I miss hanging out with them, because the impact that they gave on this family is unbelievably immense. I miss Dada’s presence to be able to tame the family. Plus, I miss Papa Au who can give joy and tranquility to the “Hamid Grandchildren”. Everything just feels different. It was a pretty sad moment. I gave them some prayers, after reminiscing and talking to them. Then, Dadi (My Grandma) gave me a call, gave me her birthday wish, and told me to come to her house to catch-up with her. After the call, I gave them my Salaam, hop on my GrabBike, and left to Dadi’s house.

                    When I arrived at Dadi’s house at around 2:00 PM (not the Korean Boyband), I checked my phone and saw the replies on my Direct Messages on Instagram. I couldn’t be more blessed due to how much of my friends that spared their time to give me birthday wishes. I was pretty... Overwhelmed, that’s the word, right? Every single one of you, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. It was a blessing too though, that some of my friends that I admire and look up to, gave me their birthday wishes as well. That really made my day.

                   I met Dadi, she gave me her typical warm hug again and we caught up a lot. She told me that Uncle Fifi, her wife, and my newest cousin is still sleeping.  I really wanted to meet them though, but rule no. 1 on my book is: “NEVER disturb someone when they’re still in their deep sleep”. They just got back from the airport and was incredibly hectic. It’s fun talking to old people, isn’t it? I’m not the talkative type in my family, but I’m incredibly happy to be able to still talk with them. I’m starting to get the feeling that I’m a ‘Tsundere’ now, though, every time I’m with my family. “ま, どうで���いい (Ah well, I don’t really care).” I stuttered in Japanese.

                   In the middle of our talk, Dadi suddenly offered me food on the table. Usually, I don’t really have the guts to eat her creations, due to the fact that It’s TOO GOOD, and I don’t want anyone in the house to not get a taste of it. So, I’m always backing out so that everybody could eat it first. But somehow, I was pretty hungry today. Probably due to the fact that I was exposed to the sunlight at the cemetery earlier. Plus, Dadi kept forcing me to eat because she saw me and I think I look pretty tired in her eyes. “Makan Bhai, ayo dong, itu ada banyak makanannya loh.” Dadi nagged. Not being able to resist the foods on a Grandma’s home, I dug in. I was in a Grandma’s home, man. No one can escape a Grandma’s invitation to eat. I’m sure you’ve went through what I went through, right? Right?!

                   Feeling a full stomach, I went to Dadi’s room again to cool down below her air conditioner. We continued to talk a little bit, then I saw the clock was already 3:30 PM. I told Dadi I needed to go back home to guard the house and get ready to have a dinner with my Mom and my smallest brother. My Uncle and his band were still sleeping, so I just told Dadi to give them my regards. After I got my GrabBike, I gave Dadi my farewell, and went home.            

                    I arrived at my home at 4:00 PM, ONLY to find out that Uncle Fifi just woke up THE INSTANT I arrived home. How frustrating is that? Holy guacamole, man! My Uncle suddenly called me, gave me his birthday wish, and invited me to a very fancy restaurant near Dadi (and their) home which is worldly known as “McDonald’s” to celebrate my birthday at around 7:30 PM. Feeling pumped, I told him “Sure, I’m definitely in for a Big Mac!”. Sadly though, I have to postpone the dinner with my Mom and smallest brother. But they understood my situation. I can’t really see my Uncle every day though. He’s most of the time just working hectically and has a tight schedule.

                      So I showered, hopped on my GrabBike for the FOURTH time for today, and went to Dadi’s house to finally meet up with ‘Uncle and The Band’.  Uncle gave me his wish again, so did his wife, and I saw my cutest newborn cousin! Gave the guy a little kiss, played with him a little bit, until the point that he suddenly cried like a maniac due to him wanting his Mom’s milk. I just made a facepalm and giggled throughout the part of him crying, cause It’s just funny to see babies cry for the funniest of reasons. He got quiet after he got his Mama’s milk though, よかったぜ (I’m glad).

                      Anyways, then we told Dadi we need to be off to the restaurant before it gets too late in the night for my newborn cousin’s curfew (Hey, babies need their sleep too, you know!) hours. We arrived at the worldly popular fancy restaurant which is known by society as “McDonald’s” and started to order our desired meal. I ordered a Big Mac, because I’ve never ate a Big Mac before in my whole 21 years of living on this planet, as far as I can remember. Then, my Uncle ordered this new Italian-styled menu called the “Bolognese Burger” that looked and actually tasted pretty good as well, after my Uncle shared some of his burgers to me.                        So basically, I ate the Big Mac after having the taste of my Uncle’s pretty tasty “Bolognese Burger”. Honestly, Big Mac was pretty okay. It tasted like a typical budget huge-sized burger. Nothing special. After eating, I saw my cousin given a rock-a-bye by his Mom, that is, my Aunt. Suddenly, he fell asleep and he was pretty cute when he was sleeping there. He’s seriously cute when he’s asleep and/or calm, but an absolute めんどくさい (pain in the ass) when he’s crying. After eating, we went home back to Dadi’s house. When I arrived, my Uncle and Aunt went upstairs, and I expressed my gratitude to them for treating me out to McDonald’s.                         After all that’s done, I ordered a GrabBike so I could finally return to my own home that’s around 20-30 minutes away from Dadi’s house. I told Dadi my gratitude for the hospitality of a typical grandma, gave her some kisses on the cheek, and said my goodbyes to her. I hopped on the GrabBike and the next thing you knew, I was suddenly in front of my home’s door step. I met my parents and told them about my day, which was most pleasantry. I loved my day for It’s simplicity. And the fact that my day was only filled with me just going around my own family’s houses, not even spending time with my friends or distant relatives, just my main family. That felt simply heart-warming. I even thought to myself “Wow, I think I still have a heart for this family, subconsciously. Alhamdulillah.”                         I went upstairs to my room, and managed to open my phone. I’m more than blessed again, that there were loads and loads of people who gave me their warm birthday wishes. I’m absolutely blessed people still care and want to take their time to wish me their personal birthday wishes. Beyond blessed, actually. Especially some of the crushes that I’ve admired for a while #eeeee.                         At the end of the day, all I’m blessed of was just about the amount of people who took their time in giving me their birthday wishes. I know a lot of my friends have changed, got new priorities that need to be taken care of, and some just... Left. Probably due to them feeling uncomfortable with me. But some of them actually came back and took their time to say their birthday wishes to me. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you. Anyways, It’s time to wrap this up. Thanks for reading!

P.S: GOKIL GW NGARET BERAPA BULAN BARU KELAR INI ASLI DAH.  FeelsBadMan