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riddle's bestie
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sfw tickle blog, 18, all pronounsbuy me a coffee!
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tklpilled · 19 hours ago
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venti and shi qingxuan for the ask game please? wind,,, besties,,,
listen. i think they are both chaotic switches in the way that neither of them mind being tickled, but they're more ler in the sense that they are DETERMINED to win. i'll say sqx wins because venti is slightly less stubborn and would accept his fate (while plotting how to get them back)
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tklpilled · 2 days ago
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new ask game!! send me two characters from different fandoms and i'll tell you what i think a tickle fight between them would be like
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I love you Kaz 🫶🫶🫶 /p
I LOVE YIU!!
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tklpilled · 2 days ago
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dead wife montage #23: mydei canonically ticklish
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tklpilled · 3 days ago
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twst 7.5 predictions:
- floyd spends every two minutes trying to get riddle's attention
- florid mysteriously disappear into another room and when they come out floyd is wearing riddle's lipstick
- floyd intimidates mrs. rosehearts into paying for their wedding
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tklpilled · 3 days ago
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Happy pride month to whatever these two have going on
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tklpilled · 3 days ago
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Not Quite Embrace
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[sfw tickle fic!! honkai star rail — lee!castorice, ler!stelle]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY KESSIE @keslerberiies 💜 !!! The no. 1 stellerice shipper deserves some stellerice!!! I hope you have the most wonderful amazing prosperous serendipitous year!!!!!! Love you bestie westie /p :DDDDDDD!!!!! I have not finished the Amphoreus story so most of the characterization is from you lmao. Hopefully it's not too scuffed.
ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 Because of Castorice's killing touch, tickle fights are challenging. To this, Stelle says, "Bet." ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮
ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ ☆ ʚїɞ
Warm and writhing fire, beautiful, delicate snowflakes, mesmerizing stars — these things were impermanent, easily destroyed, devastatingly short-lived. But death – cold and inescapable death – was a constant.
Castorice was so familiar with death — it was her life. She accepted the lonely conclusion and the cold that her hands couldn’t rub away. She didn’t know faces or the heat that pulsed through one’s skin when eyes met eyes or fingers collided. She didn’t know the texture of living, beating flesh against her own; it was a fresh, hot meal on the other side of a locked window.
Her touch withered all that breathed, so Castorice settled for felt, faux fur, paper snowflakes, her own arms as the only embrace. She frolicked in flower fields covered in lumps of snow, because at least she hadn’t snuffed out those tiny blossoms. At least the cute little creatures hadn’t run because of her.
Castorice understood the rules for this existence. Things that were warm and pulsing were transient. Things that were beautiful were fragile.
Except Stelle.
Stelle was an oddity. She was warm, hot even, blazing. She was so used to death yet had never experienced it. She’d stared the inescapable in the face and bounced back like a tensile rubber band, hands steady and strong.
In conjunction with her sturdiness, she was beautiful, in the way a mountain or the ocean or the galaxy was beautiful. And she was inventive, assured, creating solutions to get around Castorice’s incapacity to touch, even if she didn’t need to worry about that. Her jacket thrown around Castorice’s shoulders, encircling her in her scent, could nearly be called an embrace. A cup of hot cocoa on a winter’s night thawed her from the inside out.
The present moment brought Castorice out of the darkness of her mind that sunny day.
Stelle slapped away another mosquito on her arm, grunting with irritation. “Ugh! If one more skeeter bites me, I’m going to burn down its house.” She leaned back into the grass with a sigh. Her curious gaze turned to Castorice, so intensely warm it gave her shivers. “You’re not bothered by them at all.”
Castorice laughed from her perch atop the rock, arms coming to wrap around her knees. “Smaller creatures like that usually die before they can even reach me.”
Stelle jumped upright. “Riiiiight, I’m not supposed to be able to touch you,” she said, leaning back against Castorice’s lap.
Castorice giggled as Stelle nuzzled her forehead against her leg. “No. You’re quite the special one.” Her mouth lifted into a sad smile. “But you shouldn’t get used to it.”
“Why not?”
“Because you won’t be immune to my curse forever.” Castorice sighed, eyelids drooping. “And then, we won’t be able to do… this.”
In this case, it was “death” that was impermanent, but the warm sentiments were yet just as fleeting. Although she of course wished the Trailblazer to be alive and healthy, she knew she would no longer feel that unique, almost supernatural warmth. The cold grip around her heart told Castorice that she would miss this.
Stelle perked up as if attuned to Castorice’s sadness, sulfur eyes glimmering with a certain intent. She braced herself on either side of Castorice’s legs then climbed up the stone on her hands and knees. In the manner of an overexcitable pet chimera, Stelle crawled forward until Castorice was forced to fully recline.
She blinked, bewildered and flustered at the sudden closeness. “Stelle…?”
“Cas…” Stelle kneeled on either side of Castorice, careful not to make contact. As her hands curled into claws, Castorice felt her stomach drop. “I’m gonna getchu~!”
Inches from her sides, Stelle ran her hands up and down her torso without touching. Somehow, even the telegraphed tickling left Castorice high-strung and ready to flinch away or squeal. Laughter teetered at the tip of her tongue.
“Whuhuhahat are you dohohoing?” Castorice’s hands pressed against her cheeks to hide her jittery smile. Warm. “Do- Dohohon’t!” She wanted to, but she couldn’t look away from Stelle’s skittering hands. She shrieked as they swooped down to almost grab her sides, and heat flooded her skin at her own reaction.
Laughing theatrically, Stelle explained, “Just pretend I am affected by your curse! Pretty clever, yeah?” She mimed circling Castorice’s shoulders, and it was somehow effective in sending her into a frenzy. “Tickle tickle tickle~!”
Castorice shook her head. “Thahahat—” She swallowed. “That’s not how it wohorks!”
Humming, Stelle countered, “Looks like it’s working just fine to me.” Castorice choked. It was truly impressive how much heat Stelle was able to elicit without physical contact.
Castorice giggled nervously, eyes squeezed shut and hands pressed over her ears, embracing the darkness. If she couldn’t hear or see anything, she couldn’t feel anything. Castorice was sure of this, but as Stelle said, rules were meant to be broken.
Breath gusting over the skin of her neck drew a squeal from her. Castorice’s eyes popped open to gray hair invading her vision. Castorice’s hands gripped the stone, resisting the urge to push Stelle’s head away.
In reality, there was no need for abstinence, seeing as Stelle was currently already dead. Mayhaps Castorice had been too absorbed in this scenario.
Chuckling, Stelle leaned back just enough to catch Castorice’s gaze. “Eyes on me, Cas!” She breathed over Castorice’s pointy ears evilly.
“S-SteHEHElle! This ihihihis dahahahangerous!” Castorice exclaimed between desperate shakes of her head.
“Whaaaat?” Stelle replied with a wicked grin. “But I’m not touching you~.”
Castorice shuddered. Though she wasn’t held down by anything, she couldn’t escape. If she turned her head to one side, she only pushed herself in Stelle’s direction. If she turned the other way, she left her neck and ears unprotected. She felt trapped, or rather, enraptured.
Butterflies. There were butterflies in her stomach, but ones with the pattern of giddiness, love, and life on their wings instead of death and empty eyes. It was a pattern she had almost forgotten.
Stelle… had reminded her.
She could have afforded to bask in the sentimental moment if not for the fluffy feeling running down her chin. Her tittering rose in pitch while she slapped at her face as though trying to catch a mosquito.
Finally, she caught the fluffy object between her fingers and forced her eyes open. She sputtered, seeing the pink quill Stelle used to call forth her memosprite.
“Stehehelle!”
“Hey, I’m not touching you,” Stelle snickered, looking far too smug. She fluttered the feather across Castorice’s ears, swirled it around the nape of her neck, and ran it up and down her forearms. Castorice snorted and giggled and flailed, until her instincts won and she pushed at Stelle’s shoulders.
At the contact, Stelle seemed to remember their roleplay. “Bleh, I’m dead.” She swayed, pretending to swoon while still reaching to scribble the quill where she could.
The daughter of Styx laughed half at Stelle’s antics and half at the tingling feeling. “Plehehease spahare mehe!” Castorice pleaded. Stelle rolled off with a drawled “fiiiiine,” allowing her to breathe.
Pressing her back to the stone with relief, Castorice blinked up at Stelle, eyes adjusting to the sunlight that silhouetted her. She was radiant, like a star that Castorice could fit in her hands, and she had to turn away to not be blinded by that halo.
“You’re ahabusing your privileges,” she accused.
Stelle let out a dramatic offended gasp. “I am not!” Her face slipped into a smirk, hands raised with nerve-inducing intent. “This is abusing my privileges.”
Before wiggling fingers could make contact with her sides, Castorice snatched Stelle’s wrists and pushed them behind her head. Her amber eyes widened as pale lips wobbled into an upward turn. Amusement rippled through Castorice’s chest.
Castorice smiled, deceptively sweet. “Thank you, Stelle, but may I take over the narration? You can be the actor this time.” The girl containing a stellaron squirmed desperately away from Castorice’s fingers. “This is the kind of role that everyone should participate in, no?”
“Wahahait wait wait! Cahahas, I’m sorryeehee! Nooooo—!”
Castorice descended nails first, but this time, she wasn’t afraid of skin colliding.
Warmth enveloped Castorice’s heart as Stelle shrieked and ferreted around under her withering touch. Evoking such vitality and redness in Stelle’s cheeks, Castorice’s hands almost appeared to bring life instead of death. One day, she truly would learn to give new life to that which had wilted.
Then the laughter would be more than just a memory, and Castorice could say a “we’ll meet again” instead of “goodbye.”
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Castorice and her sister instincts make a cameo <3 Stelle does the whole "But I'm not touching you~" thing to make Cassie feel more included in tkl fights. It spreads around quickly (especially thanks to Cipher and Hyacine)
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tklpilled · 4 days ago
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midnight snack
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tklpilled · 4 days ago
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what's a job that requires no experience no qualifications no training no motivation no work no showing up and pays $500 an hour
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tklpilled · 5 days ago
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traveler: i really miss my sibling :( i just wish i could see them again
dainsleif behind them, aurafarming:
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tklpilled · 5 days ago
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POV This is your 46th time dying to Jevil and Kris is starting to Snap
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tklpilled · 7 days ago
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HELLO OMG ,,,, I adore your deltarune art , and would LOVE to see ler!susie and lee!kris in your style IF YOU WANT TO. I haven't seen any art with lee!kris and its breaking my heart..
(speaking of hearts, if the player is making a comment about it too?? or making kris say something tkl related?? SUPER bonus points HEHEHEEEEE)
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i mightve gotten a little bit carried away with this one ..
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kink/fetish blogs dni pleeease!!
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tklpilled · 7 days ago
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something about the way susie left blood on ralsei after holding his face so gently. something. something.
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tklpilled · 8 days ago
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suselle are gonna be celebrating their 15th anniversary with their three kids and living in the same house and they'll still say "kyaaa this is so awkward...i wish kris were here...!"
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tklpilled · 9 days ago
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THEY ALL LOV AND CAR EACHOTHER!!!! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹
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tklpilled · 9 days ago
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playing the first couple chapters makes you realise how much kris has developed so quickly. at first they would barely move or speak unless directed by the player but now they're becoming more independent, literally beating the shit out of the player and refusing to say some things that they don't want to. i'm glad that susie is getting to see more of the real them, bc it makes me sad knowing that her friends are just lies
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tklpilled · 9 days ago
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i love whatever's wrong with dahlia
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