#(i was trying to get misha bc hes a cutie)

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the ask game for honkai star rail and for genshin impact if its oki to req two at once

It's totally fine! I will post the genshin answer seperately just to avoid clogging dashboards with a long post though ;v; starting with hsr! there's only a small handful of characters i dont know much about (i approach all the hyv games with long breaks between playspells) so i apologize if i leave anybody out (also unfamiliar with the lore of the new 2.0 characters so </3 judging on looks alone there)

who’s the most ticklish character

March 7th, Bronya, Tingyun, and Misha!

who’s the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn’t

I'm gonna break some hearts here but honest to god. Dan Heng, I'm so sorry. I just believe it's infinitely funnier if he's not ticklish at all. Also Asta tbh

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

Specifically for the Express Crew & Stellaron Hunters; March 7th (she earns it I promise) and Silver Wolf (it doesn't happen often, but when she pushes the right buttons...)

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

Herta (she's mean), Kafka (it's funny), Sampo (it's his whole schtick), Stelle (she keeps an extensive log)

who’s the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

Seele, and Bronya knows :> - also because I've been neglecting the Luofu, honorable mention to Yukong (nobody other than her knows it though)

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

Stelle, Kafka, Seele

which character has a kink interest for tickling

Kafka, because she's just... Like That, Bronya, Tingyun, Arlan, and ngl. Jing Yuan.

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

Pela, Quingque, Argenti, Jingliu, Stelle

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

Stelle & March, Bronya & Seele, Jing Yuan & Yanqing (it's a very onesided victory)

[whump-only]

a friend visits

cw: referenced non-con, threat of non-con, trauma, slavery

Where Hunter is v angsty bc Lorelei cannot be trusted! But can a stranger?

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The doorbell rang and Hunter, on a panicked whim, slid into the closet. He felt stupid for trapping himself, knowing Lorelei would punish him for acting like an animal if he was found. 

Hunter listened as Lorelei laughed with someone in the kitchen. Their muffled voices shifted into the dining room, and Hunter knew he should take the chance to leave without Lorelei noticing. But all of his sleepless nights suddenly weighed down on him. The quiet darkness enveloped him and dulled his buzzing fear. Hunter sank deeper into the closet and fell asleep. 

Hunter woke to Lorelei calling him. He pushed away the now heavy and stifling coats, spilled into the hallway, fumbled to replace the shoes he’d knocked over. Breathless, he finally stood at attention in the doorway to the dining room. 

Only then did Hunter remember Lorelei was with someone else— a woman. A woman! It’d been so long since he’d been in the same room as one, that’d he’d grouped them into that vast category of ‘things on TV.’ Her presence made him feel so powerfully self conscious that he snapped his focus onto Lorelei instead.

“There he is.” Lorelei was leaning on the table, his face flushed red. Hunter barely had a second to register panic that Lorelei was drunk before Lorelei curled one finger. Come here.

Hunter moved to his master, but jumped in surprise as someone—the woman— grabbed Hunter’s pant leg and pulled. He shuffled to her, finding himself unable to look at her directly.

“Let’s see him,” she hummed, “Turn around for me.” Hunter did as she asked, feeling hot prickles all over his skin.

She let go. “You picked a good one, Lore. He’s cute.”

“I know,” Lorelei said warmly. Hunter grabbed the table, suddenly unsure if he was drunk too.  

“He’d be tall too, if he stood up straight,” she said and Hunter jumped into good posture, embarrassed. Lorelei was smiling loosely and didn’t seem to mind that Hunter forgot. 

“See?” the woman said and Lorelei hummed. 

“You cooked an excellent dinner. I thought it was delicious,” the woman said and it took Hunter a moment to realize she was talking to him. 

He was choked by surprise. “Ah— thank you miss.” He bowed his head. She kept staring at his reddening face. 

She continued. “And this place is spotless. Is this all just for me or is it always this clean?”

Hunter glowed. 

“Stop it, Bri. You’re gonna make me have to reward him,” Lorelei said. Hunter went still. Reward. No. He didn’t want that. Not from Lorelei. 

“Well, I insist. For such a good helper,” the woman said and Hunter wanted to beg her to stop, it would be bad, Lorelei was drunk, please stop. 

Lorelei leaned back, eyes half lidded. “What do good boys get?”

Hunter cringed, panic swelling at the thought of Lorelei pinning him into the floor, that’s a good boy—

“How about a piece of the cake?” the woman said. 

“Well, we could. Would you like that, Hunter?” Lorelei said, with his testing smile. 

Hunter’s throat closed at cake. This must be another one of Lorelei’s plans, Hunter realized. It had to be, it always was. Did she know about what cake did to him? She wanted this, to make Hunter feel heat and then touch him? He shook his head. No. Please no. 

The woman’s smile weakened. “First pet I’ve met who’s not a fan of cake.”

Lorelei shrugged. “Ehh. Sweets make him nervous. He thinks they’re drugged.”

“Drugged?” The woman said. “What do you mean, like medicine?”

“Like aphrodisiac. Or tranquilizer. Or both,” Lorelei said. 

“Lore. Really?” she said, with an edge of disgust, which sent a spike of defiance through Hunter, momentarily halting his sickened shame.  

“...What? Come on. We have fun,” Lorelei said and Hunter thought he’d throw up. 

The woman sighed. “Come here, cutie.”

Hunter obediently drew close, hungry for another scrap of pity, yearning for her to stand between him and Lorelei for another second. He liked the way her hair fell over her shoulders, shiny like Misha’s. Unlike Misha, her skin looked as though it’d be soft if he touched it. 

She looked up at him, sleepy but serious. “Lorelei, close your ears. What would be a good reward for you?”

Hunter stood up straight, trying to puzzle through his options but his mind remained stupidly blank. 

Then Lorelei said loudly, “Best gift I can give him is my absence. Right, Hunter?” 

Hunter knew the mean gleam in Lorelei’s eyes without seeing it, could sense the sharpness of the trap that was just set. 

She frowned, “Lorelei. I didn’t ask you,” then looked expectantly back up at Hunter. “You can tell me. What should your reward be?”

Hunter swelled with appreciation for her but then it cooled. He couldn’t know if this was a trick. She was Lorelei’s friend, wasn’t she? Hunter remembered. “A-anything you want, miss,” Hunter said. 

“I knew you’d say that,” she said, “Because you’re very good. But I know you’re thinking of something. I won’t tell your master. You can whisper it in my ear.” She flashed a grin at Lorelei. 

Hunter’s stomach was knotted up so tight it hurt. Two little rings hung from her ear. She could trick him. She could tell Lorelei, get Hunter in trouble. 

But Hunter wanted—needed— someone to care. To take his side. He whispered into her ear. “Can— can I sleep alone in the closet? Please?”

The woman smiled big again. “That’s a good choice. I could probably arrange that.”

“Thank you miss!” Hunter said forcefully. 

“What’d he say!” Lorelei demanded. 

“Nothing. That’s between us,” the woman said and stood up. She walked coolly into the kitchen and Hunter resisted the urge to bound after her. 

Lorelei leaned over the table and pointed a finger at Hunter. “I’m gonna find out.” 

Hunter didn’t doubt this. Lorelei could wring anything out of Hunter. He half expected Lorelei to jump over the table and lock his hands around Hunter’s neck... 

The woman, re-entered, holding a box. “Stop it, Lore. He just wanted the cake.”

Hunter was stunned. She placed the box on the table and pulled open the lid, and sure enough, there was a half eaten chocolate cake inside. 

She gestured toward the cake. “Go ahead. As big of a piece as you want. Just like you asked.” 

Was this a trick after all? Or—? Hunter grabbed a fork, pulled the flimsy box close, heart hammering in his chest. He couldn’t remember if he actually requested the cake. “Thank you, miss.” He gripped the fork tightly so it wouldn’t shake and stuffed a bite into his mouth. 

The piece of cake sat heavily in Hunter’s mouth, refusing to go down his tight throat. He tried to smile. 

“Told you,” she said sweetly, wrapping an arm around Lorelei. 

“Hah. He loves you already,” Lorelei replied, leaning into her. 

“Good,” she said, and planted a kiss on Lorelei’s head. “Ready for bed, Lorey?”

Hunter felt a lurch of disgust from the way they touched each other. 

Lorelei looked up at her. “You’re sleeping over?”

“If you want me to,” she replied. 

Lorelei stood up to kiss her and Hunter focused awkwardly on pressing his fork into the cake. 

“Of course I want you to,” Lorelei muttered. 

Lorelei led her to the bedroom and Hunter stood to start clearing the dishes. 

“Hey,” she called, at the threshold of the bedroom. “You should get some sleep too.” He thought he saw her wink before she closed the door behind herself. 

“Yes ma’am!” he called after her. After a beat, he felt a strange, overwhelming sadness he couldn’t place. 

Hunter carefully put the cake back in the fridge and their dinner dishes in the sink. He wiped down the table, dumped the leftover wine from the glasses. 

He then climbed back into the closet and lay awake for a long time before finally falling asleep. 

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