#hsr tickles

[ppyspsps]

mydei art?👀

Indeed!

I drew this commission to @xsezzie a while ago!!!! 💓💓💓

Note, comment or reblog if u wanna help with boosting. This is a respost from the account I lost unfairly!!

[teapomegranate]

[laughbait]

bwaaa.. sampo my beloved

[aceoftickles]

⚙️ Lee!Boothill (HSR)

made this for oomfie and got a little too carried away (first time shading something like this so tell me what ya think)

i don’t actually play honkai but my dear friend Val does and she keeps me caught up (we have like our own little boothill cult so @vxlkyrxe come get your wife)

[xtokxyo]

Lee Mydei that Lee Mydei this Lee Mydei blah blah blah.

ENOUGH >:(

Gimme Ler Mydei I deserve it.

Or am I the only one seeing ler vibes....?

I MEAN LOOK AT THOSE GAUNTLETS!!

So...pretty please? Ler Mydei? :3

I NEED him to tickle me until I'm snorting.

[norikostavern]

Krampus Night and St. Nicholas Special

My hometown is celebrating the Krampus night before St. Nicholas and I figured I'd offer you a small special event for it! Send me a Dm/ask and wish for your favourite characters (or your yourself/OC and a character) and send me a scenario (SFW or suggestive) completely free of charge for small arts and Fanfiction! Grab a spot before they're gone or time runs out <3 (OPEN UNTIL 28th NOVEMBER)

Spots open; 4

Menu

The staff has brought you a special event menu! Choose as much and as little as you'd like~ call out to us once you know what tickles your fancy today!

Trinkets

Krampus Mask - / (Run)🎭 Ropes - / ("are you trying to rile me up?")🪢 Bengal lights - long duration (boo!)☄️ Bengal lights - short (Fire show)🔥 Krampus Fur - beige (Don't let go)🐾💛 Karmpus Fur - black (No reason to fear)🐾 Krampus Horns - black (festive fear)⚔️

Hot Drinks

Hot cocoa - Marshmallow Mug (Magic lights)☕️⛅️

Alcohol

Wine - Glass with horns (Aftershow)⚔️ 🍷 Wine - Glass with fangs (lonely but never harsh)🗡️🍷

Snacks

Sugar sticks - / (lost item)🍬 Krampus - small dough krampus ("Get back 🍰here!") Krampus - with chocolate chips ("I'll find you~!")🍰🍪

[ghastigiggles]

For the mischievous prompts "are you sensitive there."

With lee Argenti and Ler Boothill

Or you could do a lee of your choice I feel like Boothill would in a way be a mean ler

Especially with testing out new information he finds out about those he knows

Mischievious Prompts [Still Open]

“I must thank you wholeheartedly for your aid in my time of need! Truly, you couldn’t have arrived at a more perfect moment.”

“Save the thanks,” Boothill snorted; “I barely got you back to the Express, and your armour’s all nicked up.”

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed, I was simply too enraptured in the beauty of your battle!”

“Geeze, this guy… Look, would ya mind dressin’ down a bit so we can make sure you’re not injured?”

Once the knight had dropped his chestplate, Boothill grunted, going about a light examination while his patient waxed on about beauty or… Something to that regard. He was beginning to think the guy would never shut up until a slightly rough prod got him to gasp and stutter over his words, twitching back. The Ranger halted, momentarily worried.

“Aw, shirt – Are you sensitive there? Did it hurt? ”

“N-no, no,” Argenti easily assured him, leaning back a bit with slight fluster; “Quite the opposite; it rather tickled.”

Boothill stared, a little surprised that –

“… You admitted that pretty fudgin’ easily, huh.”

“But of course! Where is the shame? Ticklishness is, too, a beautiful trait!”

The Ranger’s stare turned deadpan, and he rolled his eyes, sneering as Argenti gave a surprised squeal and jolted – yet made no move to stop his saviour/assailant.

“All this beauty this, and beauty that…! I think you oughta start makin’ different sounds with that big mouth of yours!”

“Wait –! Wahahait!”

Across the cabin, Dan Heng opened the door with intent to leave, watched the scene for a moment, then sighed softly and turned right back around. Some things just weren’t worth interrupting; he’d leave once the two of them were gone.

[vxlkyrxe]

boothill tickle headcanons NOW make that cyborg beg for mercy/vice versa 😈🥀 (you don’t know me)

hey!! here you are!! i definitely have nooo idea who u are… ><

ahem, i took some inspo from a certain someone’s drawings, some ideas… i went on a whim and wrote a fic instead, hope ur happy w this!! if not i can do some hcs in the future! i have a few in the works already!

(i didnt feel like proofreading sooo…maybe ill edit later, ahem, enjoy!!)

spoilers for boothills backstory and lighter ones for rappa!!

⛓️Malfunctions ↷↷

If anything felt wrong not having anymore, Boothill would probably say his hands. The ones he used to play guitar, and wrangle his siblings and the younger kids on the farm, and cook for Nick and Graey when they were exhausted, and carry little Clementine high on his shoulders.

His little girl hated storms, and she’d hurry to be with her father when a particularly large boom of thunder woke her up.

Teary eyed, Clementine climbed into bed with her dad, and sat in his lap. He smiled, resting his hand on her back, rubbing the soft cotton of her shirt which he’d sewn together from one of own.

Once she felt him, all the tension in her body melted away, and she fell asleep right next to him. He’d kiss her good night, wish her sweet dreams, and see those big green eyes in the morning.

Clink clink

His metal fingers meet his palm, and forms a fist.

It was odd, at first anyway, the sensation of his flesh, his nerves, his real body not being there anymore.

At first it was like he could still feel it.

The burning, the smoldering embers gnawing into his palms and forearms as he dug through the old farm, praying that Graey, Nick…and his little girl were still there.

He pressed his shirt against his nose and mouth, the now cropped cotton shirt turning dark from soot and flame. It didnt matter how much it burned. No matter how much fire he had to walk through until he could walk away with clementine.

He hated it. He hated praying for one life instead of the rest of his family. He wanted them all, he wanted the Aeons to have mercy on him, just this once.

“Please.” Unshed tears well in his eyes, and then he catches it. That little shirt, those hair bows Graey had made for her…

Just the shirt, and the bows, and the remnants of the little wooden guitar she held so tightly.

He holds her tightly, as if wringing her like a washcloth might bring her charred form back to life.

She was hoping her daddy would save her…

and he was too late.

His throat tightens. Boothill blinks, staring at his now empty hands.

That’s right, he wasnt in Aeragan-Epharshel now.

“..wait patiently for change.” The pink haired young woman muttered to herself.

It was Rappa’s idea to take Boothill stargazing in Penacony.

It was the one planet he had settled in, just for a month or two, but he kept his distance. From the Astral express, the Family, the other rangers…especially Rappa.

He couldnt pinpoint what it was about her that just triggered that need to protect, to make sure nothing bad happened to her…

Maybe it was the red ribbons, the same color as Clementine’s hairbows, maybe those big, curious green eyes, or maybe the flaming scarf, dancing as if truly ablaze.

Her enjoyment of vandalism? Painting? He’d have to give Clementine paper and figure out what to do with the drawings of the family on the walls…

“Silvergun Shura.” She says with a smile, nodding her head.

Boothill blinks once more, trying to fix his eyes on the stars in the dreamscape, but it was hardly of use. It only reminded him of the rain of fire that once terrorized his planet, his people, and took his family away from him.

“fudge.” He groans, stacking himself to his feet, leaving Rappa on the pale blanket. “it’s gettin’ late. I’m gonna head out for now, Rappa.” His expression looked bitter, but she didnt care to comment on it. She only grabs his wrist, leaning closer.

“are these visions the dealings of evil ninja osaru?”

He squints his eyes for a moment, though after spending so much time around the pink haired ninja, decoding her words came as naturally as using his metal body.

“Nah. Just them IPC fudgelings.”

“Hardly do you speak of your past life. Please, if you wish to speak, i will listen.”

A frown tugs on his lips. “I should go.”

Her hand lingers for a moment, then drops to her side. She nods, slipping her hair back into a ponytail and into the red horned hat.

“I will…meditate then.”

Suddenly that young woman was closed off. A side of rappa he rarely saw, her eyes distant, reflecting on the past, something he knew well. Something he avoided adamantly.

“…Hey.” He sits back down, hand hovering over her back. It’s been years. He didn’t know if he was still capable of helping. If he could do this care thing right.

She blinks toward him, green eyes wide. She held her breath, hoping to not say something off or wrong, she just wanted him to accept her help, for her to know the best course of action to alleviate his pain.

“You did nothing wrong, kid.”

His throat worked around the last word he spoke, her vigor, her smile, everything reminded him of his little girl.

This was not how this was supposed to go. Rappa thought, brow creasing and frown deepening. “Nay.” She says with a huff.

“If you wish to teach me in the arts of comfort, i wish not for that now, only to teach you instead.”

“It’s nothin’ but old scars.”

“Do you wish not to reopen the wound and remove the poison?”

Her statement gave boothill pause. He cups his cold metal fingers to his mouth and chin, glancing away, back at the stars.

He swallows the lump in his throat, unable to find where adams apple ended and mangled wires began.

“You remind me of her.”

Her eyes widen once more, ever so slightly.

“if you had deeper skin n orange hair, i would’ve believed her still alive.”

Anger seared him just like the glowing wood cutting into his arms. “But she was there, I held her, and I was too late.”

Rappa’s heart sinks, the pain of losing someone, she knew she had felt it before. She had to course through muddled memories—ones mixed with ninjas and doctors—until she could find that small shred. The one ninja who cared for her, to help her escape the clutches of evil ninja osaru…he got her out safely, but she would never see him again.

“I…am sorry.” She wraps her arms around her knees, keeping her gaze upon boothill. Her ponytail swinging into her face and grazing boothills arm. He flinches.

Was there something wrong? He could use his body, in the same way he would a controller, he didn’t usually feel it, he turned his pain sensors off. He had to be in control, but this…it didnt hurt. Was she able to bypass his sensors, because it wasnt pain…?

It was something involuntary, something his body couldn’t forget. Except he was never the one being teased…except for when his siblings ganged up on him, holding him in place as he cried from laughing.

It was a feeling he thought he might never feel again. The warmth, the..tingling.

“Rappa,” He says, mind snapping away from the past, metalic nerves buzzing, craving.

“help me put a name to somethin’.”

A nod, “I will do my best.”

“Yer hair, it brushed my arm. It didnt hurt, didnt burn, it sorta..tingled though.”

“Tingling sensation…are you in…” She leans in close, her ponytail brushing his fingertips.

Boothill snorts, snatching his hand away.

“Strange indeed.” She confirms, “Do you believe removing, or strengthening that sensation will put an end to those painful visions?”

“what’re you gettin’ at?”

“maybe a physical attack will work.” she mutters

“wait- k-kid—“

She tackles him, pressing boothill into the blanket.

“I’d like to try a medicine on you.”

“but—“

“hush. let me help.”

Silence passes between the pair, before her hands dig under his shirt, between his armpits.

“RAAAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!!” He hardly manages to cough out her name through laughter, his arms suddenly weak.

“oh, and try to stay still.”

Mercilessly, she scrambles her fingers across his metal tummy, pressing out laughter as he tries his hardest to do as hes told.

“PLE-AHAHAHAH!! PLEASE!!”

“Why are you pleading Silvergun Shura? Is it not working? Should i try…here?!”

She goes for his neck, a symphony of laughter overtaking the cowboy, and rappa couldnt help but giggle while he thrashed beneath her.

She leans in, an evil smile across her lips while her hair brushes his stomach.

“I wonder how this works? I was sure you couldn’t have the sensation of a physical body…”

He manages to grip her wrists, pulling her wiggling fingers away from his neck as he gulped in air, his face red from laughing.

“I feel fine now, kid!”

“That was neither a nay or certainly…”

“NO!!”

But she had already taken in a menacing huff of air, and blew it out right on his belly button.

“GAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! RAPPA!! KID PLEASE!!”

“You must train to become stronger!” She hums, fingers reaching his sides. “How will you ever defeat me with such a sensitive body?”

Rappa’s tickles finally cease, and she makes her way to her feet, hands on her hips, as she looks at her work.

A still giddy cyborg, covering his face with his hands.

“So, did my medicine work?”

Boothill only huffs, “Y’know…back home no one would dare upset me, in case they woke up another evil ninja..”

“Another evil ninja?”

“I don’t think you’ll be able to defeat him.” He smirks.

“Whats his name?”

“Evil ninja kusugu yokai.”

He had already trapped her in his arms, and once the last two words slipped from his lips, she realized she hadnt won, perhaps this was part of his plan all along…

*note, kusugu yokai literally translates to tickle monster hehe!