#writings from the cosmos: star rail

[luminecent-sky]

Pre 2.2 yan!Sunday thoughts

Sunday believes that his dearest should always be prim and proper.

You've long learned to etch that into your mind.

No wrinkled shirt, no unkempt hair, no untoward behaviour.

So surely you must forgive him when has to correct any of those imperfections. What people think if they saw you together?

Him the proper and perfect head of the Oak family and you, tired, unkempt, hostile as he drags you around to accompany him. It would be a scandalous thing, he says, smoothing down your shirt and fixing your hair.

That is... if he lets you leave in the first place, so consired it a blessing that your public appearances are few, and those who seek you out are far, far away from where you are.

But it is one of those days, one where you are dragged out, placed in a too cold bath, dolled up to the nines, and placed like a toy upon his arm, a smile etched in your face as you deal with his usual fussing.

You can not leave until it's perfect enough in his eyes.

He talks you through the usual routine. You are to smile at all times, speak only when spoken to, and any and all viewers must perceive you to be a couple, lest anyone be stupid or brave enough try and take you away.

It's easy to tune him out, letting your thoughts wander to your life before this, back when you were just one of the many dreamchasers in Penacony, to your home. But such dreams are cut short by the ringing in your ears, head pounding as you try to keep the smile on your face. The throbbing pain that accompanies the Harmony in your mind.

He frowns, noticing your behaviour, wings twitching slightly.

"Might i remind you that you should not think of such things." he smiles wryly,

"You know what will happen if this façade breaks, do you not?"

Pray that this event will be one of the shorter ones you have to endure.

[staryuee]

hi ! ru still taking reqs? if so i hv one for u:

diluc, ei, ganyu, itto, venti and xiao's reactions when u tell them ur from another world?

kinda like traveler lowkey - since traveler did introduce u to [char]. so what happens when they clear out the fog of your origins? (lets also make u extremely overpowered 👍)

my apologies for the abundance of characters i want u to write for :( - i may or may not think out of all the people who's works i've read ur the best? aoqooqoao don't mind that but tysm if u take my req! ily :D

S/O THAT’S FROM ANOTHER WORLD

꒰warnings꒱ honkai star rail references, not proofread oopsie

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, venti, zhongli, ganyu, xiao, ei, itto

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . i’m currently on a hsr grind so i just decided to steal both that universe and technically the elements of honkai impact to feed into my delusions ♡

traversing the planets that sprinkle the gorgeous celestial galaxy above has led you to a sticky situation. for the past several months you’ve been wandering around the land known as ‘teyvat’ with the kind traveler aiding you as someone who understands your predicament all too well.

it wouldn’t have been so weird for you as a trailblazer - after all, a nameless’s job is to explore the cosmos and the planets that dot the universe - but what made it undoubtedly difficult was the fact you were: A. alone. B. in a whole different branch of the imaginary tree. C. completely attached to a person from this precarious world.

see, over the course of your adventure you’ve met so many different types of people; some the equivalent of scraping nails on a chalkboard and some…or should i say someone, who’s been at your loving side ever since their heart skipped a beat for you.

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

ʚ diluc doesn’t like to assume things unless it’s built on a foundation of logic and evidence. so this was an absolute surprise to him.

ʚ your sweet and silly habits, the little mumbles you kept to yourself, your reliance on him to converse with others…he thought those were just endearing quirks of yours! not because you were from a whole other world!!

ʚ listen, he’s not mad, per se. you’re the love of his life (as absolutely corny as that sounds), but he doesn’t appreciate having something like this be brought up so randomly and not with precaution. the traveler was one thing, this was another. he loved you. he needs to sit down for a moment…

ʚ in the grand scheme of things, this revelation made a lot of sense. there were moments you mentioned little tidbits about your personal life where it had him scratching his head. you were freely allowed to have secrets and friends outside of mondstadt…but it came to a point where he was absolutely sure you were making things up.

ʚ what do you mean you reminded him of a man called argenti? he didn’t particularly enjoy getting compared to another man of all things…but you seemed pretty happy with yourself so he’ll let it slide. you’re missing someone named…kiana? well, he’s not exactly sure who that is, but he’d be happy to escort you to meet them?

ʚ it was sweet, really—how much he tried to appease your little waves of nostalgia and nights of sorrow with nonchalant compliance while he had no knowledge of your situation. but, now that he has…everything has become so much more convoluted.

ʚ he’s already a man of very few words, preferring actions to prove his love than mere bluffs—but how was he meant to show you anything when all you ever want is something out of his reach?

ʚ diluc has never been in a position where he couldn’t give someone he loved something they desired. you manage to surprise him even now.

ʚ aside from the guilt he feels about not being able to give you more than a hug and a kiss with a muttered “it’ll be okay, sweetheart”, he’s utterly proud and in awe of you.

ʚ you were truly something else in battle. fierce, swift, barely visible through smoke and gashes of elements bombarding together like an alchemy lesson gone wrong—he couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

ʚ if diluc was one for relaxing in fairytale bliss, he wouldn’t hesitate to lean back as you slaughtered with delicate ease with a dreamy grin on his face.

VENTI — 温迪

ʚ venti knows every song from the past, present and the future. the future being the most helpful for situations like this.

ʚ but he certainly didn’t expect for you to just say it out right! i mean, he had suspicions (you called him wendy upon your first meeting, he immediately knew there was something curious about you…), but you’ve never really mentioned it before.

ʚ his initial reaction was a mix of unbridled curiosity and utter joy. he has SO many questions which he will let you use as payment instead of mora for every ballad and sonnet he sings for you. but also… you trusted him with this information? fr? (>﹏<)

ʚ he is SO down for you to chat shit about people who pissed you off in your world. will he understand any of the factions or wars involved? nope! but he’s always willing to listen to his windblume when they’re caressing and squshjng at his cheeks as a form of venting relief.

ʚ not only are you a super intriguing storyteller, one that does a heck of a good job to give him the proper material for future ballads, you’re so powerful and talented it makes him shiver! (*≧ω≦)

ʚ he already loved watching your skilful fingers wrap around a weapon…but watching your entire demeanour shift and posture straighten after you’ve left a residue of dust from a hoard of enemies? ooh you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

ʚ there is a certain bittersweetness to your predicament however… being the god of the freedom of all things means a lot of things, but one thing in particular that makes his heart ache: eventually, he’ll have to let you go.

ʚ and not in a dramatic romeo and juliet way, or an anti-commitment way—in the way that this isn’t your home. and venti would never deprive you of the chance to see your own peers and family.

ʚ what’s a little distance to a god who’s already been alone for most his life anyway?

ZHONGLI — 钟离

ʚ “i know.” were the only words that left his lips as soon as you reveal your identity. he never delves deeper into how he knew; or perhaps he didn’t and is just lying to save face…either way, he remains silent with a complaisant smile as he once again picks up his teacup.

ʚ it’s awfully unsettling how this proclamation is met with such nonchalance, but to be fair, he’s a god, and a dragon at that—he’s seen and been the fault of countless of empires falling and rising, including the one you’re standing in today with qingxin’s in your hair, he’s not fazed, but he is certainly intrigued.

ʚ won’t hesitate to bombard you with questions, slowly of course, he doesn’t wish to overwhelm you.

ʚ it’s not every day he gets to speak with someone who’s from a world completely unlike his own who’s actually willing to share their tales and past. of course the traveler was there to chat about their own experiences, but it always felt like they were leaving portions of their story covered.

ʚ it’s not every day he gets to speak with someone who’s from a world completely unlike his own who’s actually willing to share their tales and past. of course, the traveler was there to chat about their own experiences, but it always felt like they were leaving portions of their story covered. 

ʚ he’s suddenly a lot more in tune with your habits and quirks, he enjoys the whole process of guessing what things you’ve adapted to and learn from teyvat and the things you’ve clearly been conditioned into by your past.

 ʚ silly things like calling accidentally calling the archons “herrscher”, face suddenly going limp with sorrow at the mention of murata, he also does think it’s a little funny you mimic his osmanthus wine line with one of your own…something to do with life being ephemeral and being filled with worldly strife.

 ʚ aside from your unique quirks, another obvious thing that caught his eye was your power. he’s seen many a mortal in his life—some of which had left puffed scarring in his psyche from their sheer strength and will.

 ʚ but you? you were something else. he couldn’t even tell if it was just because he loved you so much that anything you did amazed him, or because it was simply endearing to see his partner so nonchalantly powerful.

 ʚ he may or may not pull the grandpa card occasionally to watch you in action. Can he technically match you in power? possibly. but you should forgive the old dragon, he merely enjoys watching you get sweaty as he sips tea, is that so wrong?  

GANYU — 甘雨

ʚ ganyu is barely awake when she comes home to you, so when you suddenly revealed such news, it abruptly awoke her. yes, she nearly lost a horn in the process—please don’t mention the bump on her forehead.

ʚ despite ganyu being extremely intelligent and quietly observant like an white barn owl with hooded eyes, this was the last thing she expected: was teyvat some sort of resort for outlanders strewn off their course? or did the gods specifically send you down here so you can play with her heart?

ʚ the revelation doesn’t change much apart from your late night pillow talks. suddenly, even the sleepy goat preferred counting the moles and freckles on your skin than imaginary sheep. please do enlighten her about your world!! she will soak up any information and perhaps help you relive some memories with some diy—she’s sure she can remake the food from the xianzhou luofu with some mismatched ingredients!

ʚ one thing that intrigued her immediately about your travels was the place called penacony; you seriously visited a world where dreams were a reality? where you can simply let go of the troubles of life and engage in mindless fun? that was far too out of her realm of imagination, but she was certainly replaying the image you placed in her mind during her late hours at work.

ʚ however…the rest of the story about the dreamy land solidified in her mind that maybe those few hours with ink are worth more than indulging in delusions…

ʚ your martial art skills and general technique with your desired weapon had also piqued her interest, but she had never really put too much emphasis on it or thought to express her curiosity. after all, it’s not like she gets out of liyue much—perhaps this was merely a style from one of the other nations?

ʚ of course, with the present context, she was now even more intrigued! you have to teach her some of those cool choreography moves! you practically use the entire battlefield like a dance floor, sliding around to avoid enemy attacks with such poise and grace you’d think you were merely doing ballet. she’s never been so motivated for something so seemingly trivial to you.

ʚ there’s certainly a hint of worry with your whereabouts. after all, doesn’t this mean you’ll eventually have to make it back home? if so, would you be potentially willing to return to her if your heartbeats ever sync again?

XIAO — 魈

ʚ that explains a lot of the mumbles you told him not to worry about where in which you compared him to people he’s never heard of in teyvat - i mean he barely remembers the blurry faces of people he’s encountered but even so.

ʚ i mean who in the world was blade?? like the weapon? if so, that’s a rather cruel comparison for a man used as a killing slave for most his life.

ʚ he did think it was weird that despite your long stay in teyvat, you hadn’t managed to properly integrate yourself into their cultures - though he wasn’t really one to judge you for that, he was born to protect liyue and he still hasn’t got a clue how to socialise, so really? he understood you all too well.

ʚ soon as you admitted to him your story, it’s like all the lanterns in his head suddenly flutter with light. ah, so you’re not just an outcast weirdo—you’re quite literally from a different planet.

ʚ xiao isn’t one to be super intrigued about other people, his life and duty is specifically intended for the protection of liyue and its people. he has no time to wonder about what’s beyond that.

ʚ but…since it’s you, he’ll try. during those alone nights at the inn, him wrapped up in your arms like an injured kitten as you brush away the dark streaks of hair clinging to his bloodied forehead—he’ll ask.

ʚ did you have any friends? any family? did they love you? what sort of things did you experience? …do you miss them?

ʚ he rarely wants the answer to the last one, he shuts it out almost entirely. he can’t bear the thought of you potentially yearning for somewhere, or even someone, that wasn’t him. it was petty and selfish—but for the first time in his sacrificial life, he allowed it.

ʚ as for your power…he’s not one to be impressed by something he was literally designed for, but it was another thing to watch you work so diligently. it was…admirable.

ʚ there’s been times where you’ve surprised him, and unintentionally hurt his ego. he’s supposed to be YOUR protector, he wants to be. because if he isn’t, what else can he be? you can’t just swoop in and snatch him by the waist while he’s in the middle of training because you think he’s in trouble!

RAIDEN EI — 影

ʚ she truly believes she misheard you at first.

ʚ you’re from where? huh? speak up, please before the stoic shogun breaks down.

ʚ you can’t be from somewhere unreachable…you were hers. and now you’re telling her you belong to a whole other world?

ʚ it’s a poignant moment. on one hand, she’s deeply honoured that you trusted her to admit something so important to you, but truly…the idea you were just barely hers made her irrationally upset.

ʚ once she gets over the sulking, ei finds a little peace with you as you retell some stories of your own life. it’s a little healing almost, knowing you handled yourself so fiercely without her need of protection.

ʚ another raiden shogun? well you better pray you hadn’t dated because otherwise…she’s not sure she can keep that purple electricity of hers in check enough to not leave a branch-like streak across your face (she wouldn’t dare no matter how tempting the idea of branding you as hers the thought may be).

ʚ yae sakura and miko though? now that was certainly interesting. at least she finally had a conversation starter with the kitsune that strayed from the typical teasing.

ʚ you must know that she will absolutely be using this information against you, in the most lighthearted manner of course.

ʚ no it’s actually very normal in the inazuman custom for a shogun to eat a handful of sweets before dinner, you simply haven’t heard of it! yup she also must be the little spoon at night no matter how much smaller or bigger you are from her—it’s a status thing, so come on, get to it.

A. ITTO — 荒泷一斗

ʚ OH SHIT??

ʚ unexpected, bewildered and absolutely enamoured.

ʚ not only did he manage to bag an absolute gorgeous partner, one that could kick ass like it was second nature, but also one that was from some super cool other world?! oh babe you shouldn’t have said anything, he will absolutely chew your ear off with this.

ʚ nonstop talking and questioning— did you have things like this in your world?? when reference to the most common items. dig you also have rain? did you wake up before dawn or was it always night in your realm? do you have family? what were they like? friends? gasp LOVERS?

ʚ ooh he suddenly couldn’t take it. he knows you’re the most beautiful, handsomest, prettiest person alive—but just the thought of someone else—someone who he couldn’t fight!!—thinking the same thing before he ever did made his stomach feel all funny.

ʚ were there monsters and freaks in your world too? and did you love them as much as you hopefully loved him?

ʚ he knows it’s a little unfair to expect you to only have had eyes for him, but for the sake of his ego…it’s much better to keep past romantic endeavours to yourself. he’s currently more than content that the great arataki itto is your first TEYVAT! boyfriend. no other dude from some shammy planet could change that significant status.

©STARYUEE do not copy, steal or repost ♡ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪʜᴇᴀʀᴛɢᴀɴʏᴜ

[thequietkid-moonie]

Little things they do when they are in love

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Argenti, Boothill ]

[ Honkai Star Rail ]

This is a new thing I wanted to try, instead of making general relasionship headcanons I wrote random and cutie headcanons, I actually enjoyed writing this more so i wil keep doing it from now on!

Argenti

Always at the side to protect you with his body. Argenti holds his title as a knight with pride and honor and thats going to be show in his affection and love too, he vows his like to Idrila but he is your knight too, what kind of knight would he be if he isn't really to protect you? Whenever you two are out, even if there isn't really an obvious threaten he always walk in the side of the road more crowded

Treating you as if you were made of glass. He doesn't do it in the way that he is scare that he may hurt you but in the way that as if he were holding the most precious thing it has ever existed in the whole cosmos, everytime he touch you he does it with such gentleness and care, even if is in a dangerous situation when he holds you to shield you he is surprisingly gentle with his touch. Although, Argenti doesn't underestimate you, he is far from that, is just that you hold so much value for him that he can't let anything happen to you

Fixing your clothes. It isn't that he judge your aesthetic or that he is a perfeccionist, he is just really caring, he tent to pay a lot of attention to you so he end up noticing the small details like when you clothes or hair gets a little messy and he simply decided to fix it for you, for him is nothing really, is just a small little detail, he doesn't even expect you to thank him or even aknowledge it he just do it because he loves you and wants everyone to apreciate your beauty

Always greeting and saying goodbye. Even if the path of a knight of beauty is in loneliness now that you are in his life he holds your relationship with great value and honor, he still has work to do but always has time to be with you, thats why everytime you see each other there is always a beautiful greeting fit for a knight of beauty, as well as a temporary farewell everytime you have to part ways, always promising on his life to come back to you once his job is done. Argenti is actually so loyal that whenever he has to go somewhere without you he makes sure to tell you where exactly is he going and how much time it will take him approximately

Pampering you with affection and compliments. Argenti is not shy when it comes to affection, as a knight of beauty is his duty to recognize the beauty around the universe, and you are one of the most beautiful people he has ever seeing and he is not afraid to tell you, with him at your side your life will never lack of compliments and prasises but when it comes to physical affectionate he waits because he doesn't want to cross your bounduries by accident, still he is a big fan to take your cheeks on his hands and leave gentle kisses all over your face or gently take your hand in his to place a kiss on your knuckles (even kneeling down to do it like a true gentleman)

Boothill

Speaking a little louder. Its not his intention to come across as rude, he normally speak in a rather quiet tone since his style is to do his job and go, he only speak louder when he gets excited or when the battle gets more serious, whenever he is with you he feels comfortable and happy so he can't help but speaking just a little louder

Acting like a simple couple and forgeting about the world for a second. For being a galaxy ranger Boothill's life is always a rush, he does his job and leave the place so whenever he has the oportunity he like to simply slow down and enjoy your company, having at least a second to simply relax and enjoy still being alive, enjoy having you in his life

Learning and teaching. Since Boothill used to be a cowboy and now is a galaxy ranger he knows a lot about surviving and fighting, he wouldn't mind teaching you things like using a gun and, honeslty, he would be rather excited about it! As well, if there is anything you would like to teach him or even he gets interested on something you know how to do really well he will be happy to learn too, actually this quality time is incredibly comforting for him, it makes him feel human

Keeping and arm around you. Again, his life is constantly a rush and he gets lonely quite often, so whenever you two are together he likes having you as close as posible. Keeping an arm around your shoulders or waist have diferent purpose, first of all is a protective gesture, a way to remind you that he is here to protect you if you need it (he is your galaxy ranger after all), the reason he keeps as a secret and prefer to don't admit out loud is for the comfort, he had lost everything in a second already once so keeping you so close is to remind himself that you are really here, that you are at his side still breathing, that nothing bad had happened to you

Staring at your skin. The days of being a human cowboy are long lost and his new robotic body is an eternal reminder about what happened and what he has to do, he is quite troubled by the fact that his only soft skin is on his face so he just got the tendency to stare at your skin, he doesn't do it in a creepy way he just accedently zone out while staring at your skin, his mind going back to his lost past, but at the end he always apologize if he make you uncomfortable by it

Gift you flowers. Honeslty, those flowers are almost never bought on a flower shop, everytime Boothill bring you flowers those are ones that he had collected personally from the wild, for him those flowers hold a greater meaning than any other flowers he could bought, not only shows that he had went out of his way to collect them but also shows the beauty of a living planet. The flowers he always brings are diferent, small or big, with soft or bright colors, he likes vary from what flowers he brought you on the past and loves seeing your reaction for them (but gets really embarrassed if you point it out)

[the-s1lly-corner]

A rest well deserved (Astro x reader)

as promised for assisting in me and my friends attempt to get to floor 20! (we failed/lh), here is @dollie-stars one shot! hooray! not my first dandy fic but its the first that is going to be posted! yay! prompt: astro and the reader unwind after a busy day in gardenview notes: fem toon reader, reader is an age regressor, based off of both mine and the requester's experiences woo!, pre game, short and sweet, admin is still trying to figure out how to write astro so his dialogue may be clunky or off, no use of y/n he calls you starshine/starlight, caregiver astro, not beta read we die like men, you both wind down for a much needed nap, admin has never written caregiver fics in long term so this may be hit or miss word count: 1.7k cws: none

Today had been… busy to say the least. Far from the busiest day Gardenview had seen- no new toon had been released and there were no time limited events that were being hosted that’d draw in some extra waves of people.

To the shock of no one the mains were given the most attention- with Astro being swept away almost as soon as he had set out into the halls. Something you’d grown used to even if it never fully dampened the pang in your gut at being separated from him for so long. 

Lunch time was kind enough to grant you about half an hour to catch up over whatever Sprout and Cosmo had cooked up. Something good, usually. 

Pizza and cookies were eaten- cutely enough the pastry was modeled after the mentioned celestial toon…

And right back to work. 

Taking pictures with visitors, signing any merchandise that they approached you with, and sharing the same sayings from lessons you’ve recited over and over again. It was almost a relief when everyone was warned that Gardenview was closing in five minutes over the intercom. 

Five minutes pass, and then a couple more to usher any stubborn stragglers away…. Finally, freedom. 

Your steps echoed softly through the halls are you bid your greetings to passing toons. 

Goob had craft bits stuck in his fluff, and Gigi was sneaking away with all sorts of lost items left behind in her arms. 

“Going up?” Dandy was already in the elevator- Boxten quietly tucked himself to his own corner a few feet away. You speed your pace up to cross the threshold of the door. 

“Mhm,” Your hands straighten out your dress. A yawn is clenched back in your teeth- the flexing of the back of your throat more than a little unpleasant. Dandy said something in response as he turned to the buttons of the elevator- stretching up on his toes before falling still.

“You wouldn’t happen to be going to Astro’s?” The flower shot you a glance over his shoulder. 

A knowing grin stretched over his face as he swayed slightly on his toes. 

Your words stumble slightly. 

“Yeah- yeah, I’am,” You mumble sheepishly. Without any hesitation Dandy presses a button and lowers himself back flat to the floor. “Had a hunch you were,” He hummed and looked over to Boxten. Then back to you. “He’s already in his room,” Dandy added with a wink. 

The elevator shudders to life and begins to rise…. Motion mixed with the creeping sleepiness in your body swirled into an almost disorienting and unpleasant sensation. You’re silently grateful for the rails installed on the walls of the elevator. 

“If you’re lucky you might catch him before he dozes off,” Dandy snickered softly under his breath. You only offer a hum of acknowledgement as you steady yourself. 

Slowly the elevator rises… before finally crawling to a stop- ending with a slight jolt. 

“Thanks,” You give Dandy a sleepy smile as the door cracks open and reveals itself to Astro’s themed floor. Every main had one- two actually, one for the visitors and one as a personal living space for the main. This floor had many similarities to the one allowed to the visitors; really the main difference was there were more resting areas. Bean bags, sofas, things like that. Slightly smaller too. Still massive compared to the rooms the other toons were given. 

You push yourself off of the railing and shuffle your feet forward- the exhaustion no doubt starting to hit in harder waves as your head tries to readjust to being still once more. 

“Have a good night-” You look over your shoulder and give the flower one last wave- one that was eagerly returned in a more exaggerated gesture. “You too Boxten-” You manage to quickly squeak in before the door slammed shut… The music box nearly scrambled out a response… failing before the door cut him off. 

Quiet once more. 

Astro’s floor was cooler compared to the others. That’s how he liked it when he slept- though to be fair he could fall asleep anywhere; and at this point you could too. 

The immediate area is scanned.

No sight of him, yet. 

You bring your hands up to your mouth and cup them. 

“Astroooo?” You call out in a half yell. You never liked yelling around the toon- he wasn’t the easiest to startle but he disliked sudden sounds almost as much as he hated flashes of light. A few seconds pass… nothing… 

You suck a breath between your teeth and prepare to call out again- only to fall silent as the first syllable passes through the air. He had heard you the first time. 

He shumbled slowly into view around a corner. 

“Starlight,” His tired face broke into a sweet smile as his singular eye lands on you. He brings himself closer and closes the wide gap between the two of you. He stops a few steps in front of you… his head is lowered as always, as if it weighs heavy on his shoulders. The sway in his step was apparent as the end of his blanket dragged across the floor. 

“You came here fast, did you need something?” He asked. Had it been anyone else the question may have come off as annoyed or impatient. Astro was never the best with tone but with you misunderstandings like that were few and far between.

He had only ever treated you with softness and compassion. 

“Missed you,” You mumbled and returned his same tired smile. 

Astro hummed softly… and his arms shifted under his blanket. You wasted no time in coming even closer and allowing him to envelope you in the soft fuzzy covers. Two sets of hands gently set themselves on your frame and guide you to the hiding spot the toon had come from. 

“I meant to come down and get you, but I couldn’t find you… I assume you went straight for an elevator?” His eye darts to you before focusing back to the path in front of him. 

You melt into his hold. Like his room he was cool. Not freezing but he wasn’t the warmest. The blanket made up for the chill… it smelled slightly of lavender and jasmine. It was a wonder Astro could stay awake throughout the day while constantly smelling the fabric. 

“I did, it looked like everyone else had the same idea,” You smile as you lean into his shoulder. 

“To the elevator I mean… not to your room,” You added sleepily. 

Astro hummed softly against you. The vibration meshed into your shoulder- another layer of comfort. 

“A sleepover doesn’t sound so bad, it’s been a while,” He turned the corner and while still guiding you he stepped towards the large bed he had made his own. Massive- wide, and absolutely littered with blankets and pillows. No one needed that much bedding… it more so resembled a nest than a bed. 

But it was nice, and cozy. 

“Not tonight,” He added as he gently set you on the edge of the bed. Astro’s arms shifted off of you for a second to adjust his blanket. Your hands reach forward again in an attempt to grab him and pull him back in. 

Astro’s expression softened. 

He allows himself to be pulled in as soon as his fidgeting passed. “Did you have a good day?”

He carefully shifts his legs onto the bed- more than a little mindful of his knees as he clambered in while you slightly tugged him onto the mattress.

Neither too soft nor too firm. It was perfect. 

You shimmy him to the middle of the bed towards the eye of the mock blanket nest. 

“It was real fun,” You let your head come to rest on one of the pillows. The scent of the blanket wafted over you as Astro covered you in it. The bedding carried the same calming fragrance. The lights were dim- fake stars hung around the walls illuminating the space around the bed. Soft music made an ambience for the room. Muffled, quiet, Calming. Comforting. A safe feeling. Almost nostalgic in its own way. Almost like taking a nap while it rained outside. 

“Yeah? What did you get up to Starlight?” His arms reach themselves to the top of your head and lightly pat the top of it… pats turned into light circular rubbing. 

If you were melting before into the bed… you were now reduced to a pubble of ichor under his hands. 

He always loved listening to how your day went, even if he wasn’t much of a talker himself.

“Me and Poppy helped Yatta out with one of her parties- we gave out sodas and candies… Yatta mostly did the candy, though,” You push your face into his shoulder. The toon hummed in response. 

“Yatta does throw good parties, doesn’t she?” His hands slipped from your head down to your back. Any tenseness left behind stood no chance. The massage shifts into a hug… and he doesn’t shift as you wrap around him like a koala. If anything he had grown to expect the move and would’ve asked if you were okay if you hadn’t done it. His thumb gently swipes across your spine in one last final movement before falling fully still. 

“Why don’t we get you some rest, Starshine,” He shifted you around into a more comfortable position. 

You didn’t have it in you to fight back. Even if you did have the energy you didn’t want to wriggle your way from his embrace. 

“We can talk more about it after a nap,” Astro added as he rested his chin on top of your head- comfortably nestling your face close to him. 

“And after dinner?” 

“And after dinner, of course,” He chuckled… then he began to hum a soft tune. 

So it was decided- the two of you would spend more time once you were more rested. The threat of oversleeping not much of a problem knowing Sprout would come looking if neither of you turned up to come eat. 

The promise of possibly seeing Astro in your dreams added extra encouragement to succumb to sleep. 

Not even a minute passed before his humming warbled and gave away to the quiet buzz of white noise in your ears before unconsciousness took over…

[mdhwrites]

THE. HERTA.

The writers from the Intelligentsia Guild wanted to give me an extra title. Something like "Herta Prime" to separate me from my puppets. How banal. Are the puppets not "me" as well? So, I gave them a suggestion — if they dared to write that, then I would call myself THE Herta. It's short, simple, straight to the point, and elegant.

Esteemed member #83 of the Genius Society, human, female, young, beautiful, attractive. It's said that she lives in the far edge of the Cosmos, almost never leaving. Sounds like her appearance this time... must be to deal with an issue that has to be handled herself, right?

Image and above text taken from Hoyo's English account on Twitter.

OH MY GOD I'M HYPED! And just this alone already feels right. I'll admit when I first saw her I went "Teen Lisa" at the design... But it's a teenager which is kind of major to me. Framing her that young fits exceptionally well with who she has been throughout the entire game. Hear me out:

When we first meet her, she's a petulant, uncaring brat who just wants to play with her toys and hardly cares for people who don't make her life more fun. A bad ending to Star Rail's beginning is sticking around and Herta losing interest in you because of the lack of change. All she cares about is her simulated universe.

By the time Ruan Mei is there though, she's spent a lot more time at the Space Station than she ever has before. She now has a group of peers she has been working with for a long while, something implied she hasn't done really, much like Ruan Mei. But instead of just taking charge and telling the others what geniuses they'll recruit, she's asking for input, wanting their thoughts, stuff like that. She is learning her game is more fun with more players.

A sidequest in Penacony pushes her the next step where she is given a heavy weight. A weapon used to destroy entire star systems. She doesn't mock the scientist, the gift or the weapon like she might have at the start. She treats the Stellaron in us as just a weapon to be played with after all. No, she solemnly tucks it away for later, respectful of the wish that someone who can maybe use it for good have it. It's a responsibility that she must accept, properly, with no one like Asta to shirk it off to. Instead of trying to ignore it though, she treats it with respect.

Finally, we have the Unknown Domain which has a LOT to it about Herta potentially opening up due to it being about something so critical to who she is... But the one I want to zoom in on is the ending. For someone who saw themselves as so high and mighty, who theoretically treats the universe as a curiosity to be replicated, who can only be interested in the strange and unknowable, the curiosities of existence... She gives a mundanite comfort. Thanks someone who could never approach her understanding for giving her the first step into being who she is. She knows it's a simulation but she feels that weight enough to feel the need to thank the simulation regardless.

And now she deems something so important that she comes herself? What could that possibly mean? She needs to kiss Ruan Mei? I can't even begin to properly guess but I am excited to put it mildly because we have gotten to see this teenager, some loli bait doll, become a young woman and now we'll get a physical manifestation of it and I LOVE IT.

Also, just a shout out to the description perfectly explaining why she's Ice Erudition again. "The puppets are me." So why would she be anything other than just a refined, perfected version of the puppets? Also she uses a keyblade/staff which makes the Kingdom Hearts fan in me happy and I'm just SO curious what we're going to see with her. A Herta who summons other Hertas? Does she spin with the key? Is the portal cat an actual thing to her? GIVE ME MORE INFORMATION STAR RAIL!

But for now, I am just excited to let my mind expand thanks to this first turn of her key to let us see who she will be. I just hope it's as exciting when she opens the door properly. See you next tale.

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A reminder my asks are open and I'd love questions about Star Rail or even story ideas! I struggle more with concepts to write about for Star Rail far more than I wish I did and I'd love to hear your all's thoughts for a font of inspiration.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

[yuumenakaiser]

Ashes of one life, stars for another

Oke Guys...hear me out. I might be insane and I'm not a very big fan of crossovers in fanfics. But i did it. I fcking did it, help. Lately I am obsessed with ken kaneki and honkai star rail. So I was thinking... To combine those two and please give it a chance!! Let me know what you guys think about it. I'm thinking to write another chapter about it aswell- but let's see haha...haha..ha..haha...ha Summary: Kaneki Ken has always fought to survive, but his world is breaking him. When you, a Nameless from another dimension of the Cosmos, offer him an escape—a new life beyond the stars—he faces an impossible choice. Stay and suffer, or leave everything behind. But once the rift opens, there’s no turning back.

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Ken kaneki x gn!reader

The night outside was eerily quiet. The usual hum of the city, the distant wails of sirens, and the occasional flutter of wings in the dark were muffled—swallowed by the weight of everything that had happened.

Kaneki had told everyone to leave him alone. He needed time. He had been locked in his room for days now, barely speaking, barely acknowledging anyone. Processing the conversation with Dr. Kanou, trying to make sense of why Yomo had taken Rize—why nothing in this world made sense anymore.

And yet, you stood outside his door, your hands clenched into fists.

A part of you was afraid—not of Kaneki, but of what you were about to do. Of what you were about to offer him. The reality of it felt absurd, surreal even. But at the same time, it was the only way. The only way to get him out of this misery.

You knew exactly what Himeko and Welt had warned you about. You knew what it meant to interfere. That if you went through with this, there was no going back.

But if he stayed here, he would die. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but you could feel it. He was breaking. Drowning in the weight of his own pain, in his desperation to be strong. And you—watching from the sidelines, as the Astral Express had always instructed—couldn’t bear it any longer.

Your heart pounded in your chest. This is a mistake.

But you knocked anyway.

Silence.

For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer.

Then, finally—a rough voice, hoarse from exhaustion.

"I said I want to be alone."

Your chest tightened. You knew this would be his answer. His voice was empty, drained of warmth. You hesitated only for a second before gripping the handle and slowly pushing the door open.

The room was dim, the light barely reaching the far corners. Kaneki sat on the edge of his bed, hunched forward, fingers tangled in his hair. His clothes were still battle-worn, stained with dried blood. His breath came unevenly, as if even breathing had become a struggle.

He didn’t look up.

"What do you want?" His tone was hollow.

You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. “…I needed to see you. Talk to you.”

A mirthless chuckle escaped him. “Why?” His hands twitched where they rested. “Aren’t you afraid? Everyone else is. That I might hurt them… just like Banjou.”

“I’m not everyone else. And we’ve already been keeping each other company for a while now.”

That made him pause. Slowly, he lifted his head, grey eyes locking onto yours.

Dark. Exhausted. Beneath the heavy eye bags and the weight of sleepless nights, his expression twisted something deep in your chest—because he wasn’t just tired. He was broken.

You took a shaky breath and stepped forward, lowering yourself onto the bed beside him. The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating.

“…What if we could just leave?” Your voice was a whisper. Barely audible.

Kaneki blinked, frowning slightly. “What?”

“What if we could leave this world?” you repeated, voice even quieter this time. “Go somewhere else. Somewhere without ghouls. Without the CCG. Without… all of this.”

For a moment, he didn’t react. Then, a sharp breath left him—not quite a laugh, not quite a scoff. Something in between.

“…I wish.” His voice was strained. “I’ve thought about it too many times already. What if this was all just a dream? What if I could wake up from it? But that’s not possible.” He exhaled slowly, shaking his head. “I’m still here. You’re still here. That means this is reality.”

You clenched your hands in your lap, heart pounding.

“But if it was possible… would you?”

His eyes flickered. For the first time, real emotion crossed his face—confusion, caution. And buried deep beneath all of it—hope.

“…I don’t know.” His fingers curled tighter. “I have people here. If I can’t take them with me, I can’t just—”

“You have people, yes,” you cut in gently. “But what about you, Kaneki? What about what you want? When have you ever allowed yourself to be selfish? Just once. Once.”

He flinched. His hands trembled where they rested on his knees.

“…What are these questions?” His voice cracked. “We don’t have time for… dreaming like that.”

But you could feel it—the war inside him. His duty to those he loved, clashing against a desire he barely let himself acknowledge.

“If I stay,” he whispered finally, “I know how this ends. I keep fighting. I keep getting hurt. And one day… I lose everything. Or I die. But I want to save them. I want a better world for my friends. For Hinami.”

The words sat between you like a confession.

But then, quieter—so soft you almost missed it:

“…If I could choose. Just once. One time, in a way my mother never did… then yes.” He closed his eyes. “I’d leave. And I’d wake up in a different world. As… human again.”

The sadness in his voice was unbearable. It made your own eyes sting.

You swallowed, hands trembling. Then, quietly:

“…Would it be crazy if I told you we could leave right now?”

His breath hitched. His head snapped toward you, eyebrows furrowing.

“…What?” He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Stop joking, Y/N.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

“I know how it sounds, but you need to trust me.” You reached into your coat, fingers brushing against smooth glass. Pulling out the small, glowing crystal, you held it between you both. The faint blue light flickered across his face.

“I’m not from this world, Kaneki.”

His body went rigid.

His throat was dry. His eyes darted between you and the crystal. He looked like he wanted to speak, but no words came.

You exhaled. “I was sent here from another universe. The Astral Express—it’s a train that travels between dimensions. I came here to observe. To understand. I wasn’t supposed to interfere.” You swallowed. “But I did. Because I care about you. Because I don’t want to see you suffer anymore.”

Silence.

Then, his voice—quiet, sharp.

“So, what? You were just… watching me?”

Guilt stabbed through you. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?” His voice rose slightly. “You came here to study us, and now you suddenly want to take me away? Why me?”

“Because I care about you, Kaneki!” Your voice cracked. “And I don’t want to see you suffer in a world that doesn’t deserve you.”

His hands clenched into fists. “And what about the people I leave behind?” His voice wavered. “Hinami? Touka? Hide? You want me to abandon them?”

You hesitated—you knew this would be a hard conversation, filled with emotions. You even prepared yourself for the possibility that he might start to hate you, push you away, or tell you to leave without him. You had imagined every scenario, from the best to the worst. From hope to heartbreak.

But you dared to risk it.

“If you stay… can you save them?” you whispered. “Can you save yourself?”

That made him stop. His lips parted, but no words came out. You could see it—that hesitation, that flicker of doubt. That fear.

He didn’t know.

His shoulders slumped slightly, tension leaking from his frame. His breath came out in a shaky exhale as he rubbed a hand over his face. You could see his eyes welling up, though he fought to keep them from falling.

Why was everything so cruel to him?

Why did he always have to make these impossible choices?

The silence was suffocating. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at his face, your own gaze falling to your hands. Your fingers traced the edges of the crystal, grounding yourself.

This is the right decision. It has to be.

Of course, it hurts to leave the others behind. It broke you to know that you couldn’t save them all. That this world would continue to devour them, piece by piece. But you weren’t strong enough to save an entire world. You couldn’t save everyone.

But you could save him.

“…Okay,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. “I’ll go.”

Your head snapped up. You met his eyes—so tired, so full of pain—and let out a slow, unsteady breath.

Then, without thinking, you reached for his hand. Your fingers curled around his, feeling their warmth. Feeling him.

Tears spilled from your eyes before you could stop them. You hadn’t expected him to say yes. Not really. Not after everything. But here he was, trusting you. Choosing you.

You gave his palm a small, trembling squeeze before placing the crystal in his hand.

“When I throw this on the ground, a dimensional rift will open,” you explained, voice barely holding steady. “You have to hold onto me. No matter what happens—don’t let go.”

Kaneki swallowed hard. His grip on your hand tightened. “I won’t.”

This still didn’t feel real.

You took one last shaky inhale—

And threw the crystal to the ground.

“Wait!” Kaneki suddenly shouted. “We didn’t even say goodbye—”

A deafening crack split the air.

You gave him a sad smile. “Maybe it’s better if they forget us.”

And then, reality shattered.

Thunder roared above. The walls of the room twisted and broke apart, the air itself tearing open into a swirling vortex of void. A force like no other yanked at your clothes, pulling you toward the abyss.

“Close your eyes!” you shouted, barely able to hear yourself over the howling winds.

Kaneki’s arms wrapped around you just as the ground disappeared beneath your feet.

For a moment—

Everything was nothing.

Then—

Cold metal. The scent of machinery. The low, steady hum of something vast and powerful.

You gasped as your back hit solid ground, breath stolen from your lungs. The world around you no longer smelled of blood or decay. It smelled clean. New.

Kaneki hovered over you, gripping your shoulders, his breath ragged. His eyes darted around, wide in disbelief.

The room was different—bright, sleek, filled with the quiet pulse of the Astral Express. Behind you, the rift slowly sealed itself shut, the last traces of his old world vanishing into nothing.

Kaneki’s breath hitched. He didn’t speak for a long time.

Then, finally, he looked at you.

“…Where… are we?”

You swallowed, staring at him, at the boy who had survived so much, who had finally been given a choice. A new life.

Then, softly, you smiled. Tears flowing down your cheeks. Reaching up to cup his cheek with your hand and caressing it softly.

“Home.”

[22ayla21]

OMG!!! I just discovered your blog, and I'm in love, especially since you write for Honkai Star Rail!! So, I was wondering, for this Event you're doing, can I request an Apple Pie with Cinnamon and Hot Chocolate for Dan Heng? He's my husbando for life and my favorite part of the game!!! I love him so much!! -Dan Hang Waifu Anon

"Apple Pie with Cinnamon and Hot Chocolate"

Event: "Sweet Stories, Intoxicating Feelings"

Immersed in the silence of the Astral Express archives, Dan Heng sat at a massive table, illuminated by the soft glow of a desk lamp. Only the rustling of pages and the quiet scratching of a pen broke the stillness. His usually reserved face now seemed serene.

Soft footsteps, like a quiet melody, echoed in the space, and without lifting his eyes from the book, he already knew who had entered.

She approached, enveloping everything around her in the aroma of fresh apples and cinnamon. In her presence, there was always this warmth, as if her smile held an entire autumn evening with its spicy scents and serenity. In her hands, she held a plate with a pie – her pie, which he secretly considered a symbol of the home he never had.

His love for her felt like this warm apple pie with cinnamon – cozy, homey, filling his heart with a warmth he had long thought lost. Her every movement, every word seemed to melt the ice within him.

She placed the plate in front of him and, kneeling beside him, offered a cup of hot chocolate – thick, rich, brewed by her own hands, as if she had poured her warmth and quiet wishes for his peace into every drop.

Dan Heng carefully took the cup, afraid to break the fragility of the moment. The first sip spread through his body with a soft, enveloping warmth, giving him a sense of protection. His soul, bound by guilt and loneliness, found a quiet haven in her care. His love for her was like this hot chocolate – warming from the inside, giving comfort and a sense of security, as if she had become his invisible armor against the cruelty of the world.

She spoke of small things: new books brought from the last stop, the flowers in the train car's greenhouse, that tomorrow she would bake a pie with honey and nuts. Dan Heng listened to her calm and joyful voice, and in the depths of his long-empty heart, something began to bloom.

He looked at her – so alive, so real, so far from the shadows of his past. She didn't demand revelations, didn't ask him to remember the nights in the House of Sandalwood, the long exile, the pain of betrayal. She was simply there – and that was enough.

Sometimes at night, when the archives emptied and the starry ocean stretched beyond the windows, Dan Heng allowed himself to hold her closer. He felt her head rest on his shoulder, her breathing beside him becoming even. And in such moments, the thought visited him: could the sin of the past forever deprive him of the right to happiness?

He had accepted his fate: the bearer of horns, the heir of the Imbibitor Lunae. He knew he couldn't run from himself. But beside her, he no longer wanted to run. He wanted to stay, to build something new, despite the ruins in his heart.

Love did not demand forgetting the past. It merely quietly reminded him that he was more than the sum of his mistakes, that he deserved love, just as every rain deserved to wash the earth, regardless of past storms.

She reached for him, like a star in the night, and he, at first timidly, then more confidently, answered that call.

Sometimes, waking up earlier, he would look at her, and in his eyes, a soft tenderness was reflected, rare and almost sacred for someone like him. He would cover her with the blanket and whisper with his lips alone a promise to protect her always, in a way no one had ever protected him.

Her love was something unimaginable for him: a warm apple pie with cinnamon in a house where the light always burned, and a cup of hot chocolate in his hands when the cosmos raged outside the windows.

She became a reminder that a broken heart could beat again. For her sake, he was ready to become better, ready to learn to live, not just survive.

And in that moment, in the silence of the archives, beside her, in the aroma of apples and chocolate, among books, stars, and hope, Dan Heng finally allowed himself to believe:

He was not alone.

He was loved.

And he deserved to love in return.

[thatringboy]

A Body Built for an Undeserving Soul, A Boothill Theory

My definitely sober thoughts while grinding for the eventual Ruan Mei rerun and writing some robinhill have led me to a startling train of thought. I’ll do my best to sound sane as I say this, but the 18 minute discord voice memo I originally made is definitely anything but. Spoilers for Boothill’s backstory, character stories, and other lore, and no I’m not really gonna be citing things because it’s 3 in the morning and I’m high. If at any point I say something that isn’t really supported by canon, please be nice i’m a little silly boy

Anyways

I don’t think Boothill is a Pathstrider.

Let me cook, please. Here’s my reasons why:

The way he talks about Aeons and Paths

The way his body is designed

And 3.

Enjoy the madness below the cut

So, there’s not really a proper way to word any of this without it being an ADHD word vomit. Bear with me. Please.

Penacony has been a fantastic update for those of us waiting for worldbuilding. We’ve learned a LOT about the many factions in the cosmos, the true nature of the IPC, the powers of the Aeons, and that the Paths are tangible things in the universe. The Luofu arc opened up a bit about this, but since it was so focused on The Hunt and The Abundance and The Permanence, we sort of fell back into the same story beats as the Herta Station arc. Either way, Penacony has been amazing for little lore bugs like me.

So what does this have to do with the wild claim that Boothill somehow isn’t a Pathstrider?

Let’s touch some grass for a minute and consider our places in the irl universe. Hi, I’m Perseus, a young transmasculine white adult guy from South Texas who grew up reading too many Rick Riordan books and now has a complicated relationship with both the christian god and the greek gods. It’s an autism special interest of mine to learn about the greek pantheon and while I don’t know everything about it, I’m a silly little guy and can recite fun facts about dozens of gods. I can also recite fun facts about the christian bible and christian mythology because I was forced to study christianity when I was younger. Nice to meet y’all. Now, when I, Perseus, talk to people about the various religions I know a thing or two about, I infodump. A lot. I think I once ranted about Dionysus for 20 minutes before my sister told me to shut up. It happens.

Now focus back in on the important topic: the fictional cyborg with jiggle physics. I’m working purely on memory, but I’m pretty sure when he first meets Dan Heng and Pom-Pom, he does go on a spiel about the Aeons and Paths as he tries to prove his identity as a Galaxy Ranger and Acheron’s identity as Not a Galaxy Ranger. The way he describes The Hunt, The Nihility, Emanators, and Paths, it all just sounded… i don’t know, canned? It came across as very emotionally disconnected, even as he talked about The Hunt, but he was saying all the right words. Like someone who studied a religion but isn’t actually a part of the religion. 

On its own, this means absolutely nothing besides just reminding us of his home planet’s hostile takeover by Qlipoth-worshiping IPC workers. If you haven’t seen the post yet, I really recommend reading the So, Honkai: Star Rail made a cyborg cowboy... an INDIGENOUS cyborg cowboy. post by @ahworm I’ll link it here, please check it out because it recontextualized a lot of how I viewed Boothill’s actions and mannerisms

So the way Boothill talks about the Path he should be a Pathstrider of sounds more like an encyclopedia than a follower. Now, maybe this can be explained by the fact that Galaxy Rangers aren’t the most zealous bunch, especially when standing next to the Xianzhou Alliance who worship Lan as a deity more than The Hunt itself. The Galaxy rangers are the opposite, they are hunters first and last regardless of what Lan in THEIR “greatness” does.

But if Boothill is just a normal Galaxy ranger (whatever that means), then how does he recognize the Jade Abacus of Allying Oath instantaneously? Dan Heng’s barely put the damn thing on the table and Boothill’s already jaw on the floor amazed. One could make the argument that, well, Boothill’s a well-traveled guy, of course he’d know the most valuable artifact to his Path. To that, I say: there’s more to it.

Boothill’s main accusation against Acheron in the beginning is, what? “An Emanator that shouldn’t exist.” He talks about The Nihility and Device IX the same way he talks about The Hunt; learned and detached in an agnostic way. He’s aware these are real concepts and beings, he’s crossed paths with an Emanator of Elation before so he can’t deny the existence of literal gods in the universe

We also know that it’s canon in the star rail universe that there are planets who haven’t heard of the Aeons before, like Sigonia - Aventurine’s planet. Instead of Aeons, we know the Avgins worshiped the goddess Giathra Triclops. I’ve seen the argument that Giathra is just another name for Xipe since THEY have three faces, but Aventurine’s flashbacks are very clear in showing that the worship of Giathra was very different from the worship of Aeons. We don’t know much about Aeragan-Epharshel, but from how the IPC described the indigenous people as needing civilization and other disgusting things (not to mention how they forced a synesthesia beacon into boothill when he was maybe like a teenager? And then his brain nearly broke from the influx of information?), I think it’s safe to say that the tribes of Aeragan-Epharshel also didn’t follow any specific Aeon.

But Aventurine is now a Pathstrider of Preservation, so why can’t Boothill be a Hunter Pathstrider too? Well, dear reader, allow me to bash my head against the wall trying to form words. Aventurine doesn’t believe anything about the sovereignty of The Preservation, just like the rest of the Stonehearts. He has his agenda, and if he has to play Preservation to do so, then he will. I think Boothill is the same, which is also why I can’t wait to see what happens in the upcoming quests with the two of them in the same room. That being said, Aventurine’s Preservation powers only come from his Cornerstone, crafted by an Emanator of Preservation. It’s how he and Topaz and Jade can all be such different people but all be classified as Pathstriders of Preservation, the sheer proximity to an Emanator’s powers canonically give them powers equivalent to actual Pathstriders.

So… what about Boothil? This leads me into my next point: Boothill’s cyborg body. By looking at his Character Story Part 3, we learn that Boothill VOLUNTARILY became a cyborg to become stronger. He literally shed the skin and name from an ancient, dead tongue to become a real loaded gun. His voice lines in combat talk about death a lot, his name literally is in reference to a graveyard - this man cannot wait to finally die in some sort of blaze of glory and vengeance. I say that with a little bit of sarcasm, but Boothill designed his body to be a weapon. 

In a lot of parts of the USA, it’s illegal to even insinuate that you have a firearm as that constitutes as the crime of  “armed robbery”, even if you don’t even have a gun. The threat alone is enough to warrant a higher penalty. But Boothill is already a great shot with a gun, why does he also need augmented teeth and crosshair eyes and hips that can fold his body into any sinful shape he needs? Because the threat alone is enough to give him power over his prey. Almost as if he’s compensating for a lack of magic godly powers. He needs to be able to keep up with even the strongest IPC goons, to pierce their Preservation shields with his bullets so that he can get closer and closer to Oswaldo Schneider.

But how can I prove that Boothill doesn’t have any Path magic? Well, let’s take a spin around his character model. What’s that thing sitting snugly against his exposed asscheek? His pistol? But that’s not weird, Perseus, most cowboys hold their guns there!

But what other playable character has their weapon on their actual model like him?

There are so many in-game cutscenes showing that, canonically, the Pathstriders summon their weapon from some sort of unseen storage or hammerspace. I like the term hammerspace, let’s use that. The playable Pathstriders all use hammerspace to easily summon their weapons. None of them actually carry their weapons on their model. Even Welt Yang has scenes of him summoning his herrscher cane (I’ve never played hi3 please forgive me for using incorrect terms) from his hammerspace. But not Boothill. He has his arm gun and he has his trusty 9 millimeter pistol on his little slutty hip. His idle animations involve reloading his weapons and putting them back on his person. No particle effects, no vanishing tricks, just a man sticking his tongue out to catch a bullet for a snack.

So what have we learned?

Boothill doesn’t have an emotional connection to his Path, it most likely is just the Path he figured met his needs and decided the philosophy was good enough

Boothill’s body is designed to perform specifically to kill Pathstriders, especially sturdier Pathstriders of The Preservation

Boothill either can’t or won’t use the same hammerspace the other canonical Pathstriders use

Each point by themself means nothing, or can be chalked up to unique character designs. But together? My intoxicated mind theorizes that Boothill is not a Pathstrider, merely a broken man trying to play the game according to the rules of the oppressors that colonized his planet and bombed his tribe into reservations and the dirt. Thank you for your time.

[mysteriawrites]

hi there!

this is for the trade. hsr is fine w me!

my info are as follows:

gender: female sexuality: bisexual (leaning towards men), aromantic personality indicators: intj 5w4 ; melancholic-choleric signs: pisces sun / taurus rising / taurus moon hogwarts house: ravenclaw alignment: neutral good alignment preferred gender to be matched with: male

personality: studious, business-minded, tech-savvy, a little bit of a perfectionist, highly values knowledge and intelligence, tends to overwork, stubbornly independent, calm and composed, intimidating at first glance (according to colleagues), reserved and extremely introverted, protective to loved ones, obedient and respectful to authorities but will not hesitate to call them out if necessary, blunt, idealistic but a complete realist/pessimist on serious situations, highly organised, loves to play video games or read and write books on spare time, passionate, drawn to mysterious, historical, gothic, and horror subjects

hobbies + likes: researching abandoned and haunted places, writing, reading, exams, stationery, business-related topics (esp finance), coffee shops, bookstores and libraries, electronic shops, technology, video games, dark royalty / dark academia aesthetic, classical literature, classical music, detective/crime/mystery/horror stories (esp. from 19th century), cats, history, listening and belting out to musicals when alone, greek mythology

dislikes: bugs, studying repetitive subjects without gaining new knowledge, failure to meet own expectations, unnecessary change

fashion choices: gothic, elegant, classic, vintage, and formal fashion styles

partner preference: someone gentle yet authoritative, smart/highly intelligent and has a lot of knowledge generally or on a certain subject

ideal date: no preference but museum dates and coffee dates are great

i think this info is enough. let me know if you need anything else! thanks! ❤️

Your Life in Honkai Star Rail

Backstory

You were born as a long life species on the Xian Zhou Lofu. And you dedicated that life to learning everything there is to know about the universe. After all you had who knows how long to learn everything and make new discoveries. When you exhausted all your resources ok the ship you decided to venture out into the cosmos to set your sights on new information. And that was how you ended up joining the Intelligentsia Guild. Your views on educating the world aligned with their’s…especially a certain someone in particular.

Path: Erudition

This path is usually followed by those with curious minds and the ambition to seek out as much knowledge as possible. Your vast knowledge and constant desire to learn make this path perfect for you.

Element: Quantum

I have no real explanation for this other than i thought it was fitting.

Weapon: Pen

The pen is mighter than the sword they say and you took that literally. You use your pen to write out spells in the air to cast on your opponents. It does give you mad carpel tunnel though…

Organization: Intelligentsia Guild

Match:

Dr. Ratio!!!

YOUR ASK LITERALLY SCREAMS DR RATIO AND I ARE FUCKING MENT TO BE TOGETHER IM SORRY-

Ahem anyway. You and Dr. Ratio have literally everything in common and look for the same time of people to surround yourselves with let alone pursue a romantic relationship.

You two met when you joined the Intelligentsia Guild. He was your mentor. At first he seemed to hate you and treat you as an errand girl, but every time he interacted with you it seemed he had a new question yo ask you as if he was probing your mind.

Eventually you were wondering if you should request to switch mentors when one day you came to his study and he asked you to help him solve a complex equation and said you were the only one he trusted to assist him on a one on one level.

You two spent an entire two weeks on this project. You shared notes and theories, ate lunch together, sometimes you would even fall asleep in the study together because you got caught up in the work.

Then one day you had a break through! You two were so happy (it was the first time you’ve ever seen him that expressive) and you hugged with joy.

You two look up into each other’s eyes realizing what you did. You should be thinking about how inappropriate you two are acting. But the air is hot and thick and you couldn’t cut the tension with a laser.

Next thing you know you two are making out on the desk (his promos literally show this man in a bathtub you can’t tell me he isn’t a bit raunchy).

He’s still a gentleman though so after your night of passion he asks you out on a proper date at a very fancy high end restaurant.

He picked you up in his suit and complimented you in your dress (that he totally wasn’t thinking about ripping off you noooooo) he opened doors for you pulled out your chair took your coat and even took the bill (despite your protests).

You and ratio aren’t the most touchy feely couple. You show your love through actions mostly.

You two mainly spend your time doing your own thing but love having each other’s presence around.

He’s always buying you the most expensive shit. New gadgets and books usually but sometimes he’ll buy you clothes and jewelry he thinks look good on you.

He also writes you very romantic poems to express how he feels on paper instead of outloud and puts it somewhere on the house where you’ll find it.

And like i said he may not be the most touchy feely but he always remembers anniversaries, your birthday. And other important events and celebrates accordingly.

He’s also always there to listen to you if you have an issue and come up with the solution.

He does subtle things to show he cares like making sure you eat and doing chores around the house.

Actions speak louder than words with you two.

[luminecent-sky]

Ooo i just got called out by that (hook still at Lv.1 at e3)

Well, in the case of Hook, she thinks (and this is reinforced by all the adults) that the Aeon of Fate wants to keep her safe! Because the Aeon knows best, and obviously, this is one of those moments.

While some of the older followers are more saddened by this, Asta and other followers that have responsibilities are thankful that they were given the strength and use it to do their duties more easily.

Teens like Clara, Yanqing, and HuoHuo, however....

Silence falls upon the teens as they take a break from training on the Astral express, seeing the adults come back from another successful adventure with their grace, the faint feeling of divinity that enveloped the train leaving it soon after they settled in. 

Yanqing looks over at the other teens in envy as they talk about the small adventures they sometimes joined their Aeon on.... Lynx looked particularly pleased as she recounted a valiant fight against a silvermane commander that she participated in.

It had only been a few hours since she became a vessel of Fate, quickly gaining power, and only a few of them could imagine of, unless you were Qingque or Pela, though the latter had confessed that her growth had been stopped as soon as a certain member of the Nameless reawakened his Vidyadhara powers.

Still, surrounded by other vessels that were younger than him, though being a teenager himself by the Xianzhou standards still stung. Was he not strong enough? Not capable enough? He knew that Sushang felt the same, but she still had something that he envied, she was at least a vessel with multiple glowing eidolons. He wasn't even chosen. 

.

.

.

 The Aeon was there when he fought the Stellaron hunters, when he fought Jingliu and he still lost, despite how their grace had done their damndest to help him triumph, guiding Pollux as she fought him under the control of that wicked woman, Kafka... were those battles, tests? 

Did the others have to face such things before they became vessels? Has he failed in the eyes of Fate? Was it the will of Fate that he could never be chosen? He sat there polishing his swords as doubt continued to swirl in his mind, he has to get better, for himself, and to prove that he was worthy enough for the Aeon to look upon him as a vessel worth relying on. The deep-seeded fear of abandonment rearing its ugly head the longer he dwelled on it. 

He needed to train, get his mind off of it.

—

Silver Wolf was getting bored, her games had gotten boring, and having no part in Elio's current script aside, she had to start from scratch, thanks to Herta and Screwllum* removing her accounts... along with the fact that she wasn't chosen as a vessel, 

It shouldn't bother her. This was fine, even Kafka wasn't chosen, the gacha didn't roll in her favour and all that. But it did sting, especially when Blade became a vessel, one of the main vessels, always returning back to base healed and with an expression of peace, unnerving to those who hadn't spent any length of time around him. 

Sending a hologram to the Astral express, she had the chance to talk to Pollux, to connect to their Aeon before the faint divinity she could feel faded away. 

She could never get used to it, the feeling of something watching you from every angle, seeing you, and through you. As the 'hacker', being unable to hide behind a screen, a hologram never sat right with her... she would only show herself when she wanted to cause chaos, or something really peaked her interest.

But lately, it seemed like the world was shifting again. The way that the other vessels moved seemed to be more.... lethargic, like their god had gotten tired and bored of them, it was unnerving to see the usually chipper and smiling members of the Astral express like this.

Until she found out the reason for this development, their god had encountered a lull in interest, much of the content had become tedious, boring, and much like a chore. But it would be alright, surely this game world would expand and bring their gaze back to her.

Just need to wait for the next update.

-

Clara always strived to be a good kid, caring for everyone in the vagrants' camp, making sure all the machines were in working condition and such.

It was always her dream to have everyone get along, no fighting or resentment, so she was overjoyed when the Aeon set their sights on her home, maybe they could really help unite everyone, sure they fought with Mr. Svarog, but it was a misunderstanding!

And after they came to help life had been slowly improving for everyone in Belebog.

They no longer had to fight with the other miners, and they could finally see the sunlight, feeling the breeze from the overworld. As a whole new world of opportunities opened up for her and the people of the Underworld.

But as she saw the others become blessed, blessed to help, blessed to make a difference in their slowly recovering planet, she felt empty.

Why was she not allowed the same? Was she not good enough? Had her efforts to help those she cared about lacking in the eyes of their Aeon?

Even if the other vagrants and robots assured her of the contrary, that seed of doubt would stay in her heart, taking root and slowly growing.

Nourished by the passing of time, as their Aeon moved to help other worlds, akin to a wound left to fester.

She hoped that one day she would be good enough to be seen by their god.

All she could do was wait.

A/n: no u didn't see this posted last year, tnx

lmaoo it rotted for so long, i will make a part 2 to this i think

[lucky0stars]

Welcome back! I'm excited to see you again! Your writing makes me happy. SO, for my request... Even, Ienzo, and Aeleus with an S/O (gender not specified) on a date under the stars. (hey, it matches your name!) I'll keep it vague and up to interpretation :D

Aw! This is such a beautiful idea.

I recently did a ficlet about Aeleus and Reader having a midnight date under the stars, so his section is a little shorter than the others. I hope that's alright!

And I also hope you enjoy :)

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Date Under the Stars - Headcanons

Ienzo

-You were giddy for your date with Ienzo. He stopped by during your break and asked if you’d possibly be free later that night. You were so taken by his sweet, genuine smile that it took you a moment to realize he’d asked you anything at all. Of course, once you realized what he asked you immediately said you were always free for him. 

-He met you by the castle garden once the sun had set. It had been raining a lot lately, but tonight there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Ienzo told you that was why he wanted to go out tonight. The world still smelled of fresh rain, with that overcast chill in the air, but the stars were also so clear for the first time in a long while. 

-The two of you walked along the edge of the garden. Your hands gradually met together, your fingers interlacing. He led you towards the lakeside, stopping at the stone railing. The starry sky reflected perfectly off the surface of the lake. It was breathtaking. 

-Gazing out at the stars, Ienzo told you about an illusion he used to create. It was one he gravitated towards the most often as a means of comfort and tranquility… At least the equivalent of it for a being without a heart. In his illusion he floated amongst the stars: alone, a speck in the cosmos. 

-He paused, a soft laugh coming out. “I know that must sound strange…”

-”No, actually,” you replied. You gently ran your thumb along his hand. “It sounds… peaceful.” 

-”It was…” he agreed. “It silenced everything else, even if for a little while.”

-Sometimes it was easy to forget everything Ienzo went through. If you ever really looked into his eyes, you saw the pain he tried to hide. But here he was, sharing the most vulnerable part of himself. 

-”I wish I could have been there for you…” you murmured, “back then.”

-Ienzo squeezed your hand. “You are here now.” He looked over at you, a soft smile curving his face. “And that’s enough.”

Aeleus

-You and Aeleus often had late night dates under the stars. Both of you preferred keeping your relationship as a private matter and there was something so beautifully romantic about sharing it under a blanket of stars. 

-Aeleus particularly enjoyed late night picnics on a secluded hilltop hidden behind the castle. The two of you even had a weekly scheduled night for them. You’d enjoy the sandwiches and cookies, before laying back and watching the stars in each other’s arms. 

-Those nights were when Aeleus talked freely. Anything and everything that happened that week would be discussed, but also deeper topics that left you pondering about them the following day. Philosophy, poetry, the true nature of hearts… there was no limit to the vast well of Aeleus’ thoughts and you loved listening to him. His voice rumbled through his chest, vibrating through you. Sometimes he’d unintentionally coax you to sleep and you’d wake up with the sunrise, both of you wrapped in each other’s arms. There’s a smile he gets on those particular mornings, and you have come to believe those are the moments he’s truly happy. 

Even

-Dates with Even are never traditional. The man is always high strung and prefers to keep any and all personal feelings as private as possible. So when he asked you if you were free later that night, you were rendered speechless. But once you found the words again, you of course answered yes.

-There’s a lovely balcony in the castle. It’s on the back, obscured from the town below by stony parapets. Thick vines cover the railing, with flower buds peeking out between the leaves. This was where Even led you that night. The flowers were in full bloom along the vine, which Even explained was part of the reason he wanted you to come here with him, as they only bloomed one night a year. They were so vibrant under the moonlight and smelled of sweet perfume. 

-A thick blanket and cushions were also laid out over the cobbled floor of the balcony and you settled down on it while Even watched, fidgeting his hands. You laid back, head propped up by cushions. A perfect view of the stars greeted you above the vines and you told Even it was beautiful. 

-He choked out a breathy laugh, still fidgeting and standing by the door. You asked him to join you and he eventually did, but remained sitting up on the blanket. He blurted out an apology for his rigid disposition. You could feel the chill emanating off of him.

-You told him everything was alright. This was perfect. You resituated yourself to lay your head on his lap. He put up his hands, staring as you looked up at him with a soft playful smile. “Is this alright?” you asked him and the tips of his ears warmed. 

-”Y-Yes, of course,” he stammered out in reply. 

-You looked back up at the stars and Even slowly lowered his hands back down. You asked him questions about his work in an attempt to ease the tension. At first his words were short, stuttery, but then he started to relax. He told you about his latest discovery and you could feel the tension leaving him. His cold hand swept over your hair as he talked, his other hand resting over your shoulder. 

-Eventually, you found yourself watching him talk rather than enjoying the stars. When he got started on a subject he was passionate about he could talk for hours. He’d get this smirk across his face and his eyes would light up. You loved seeing it and hummed softly with a smile curving your lips. 

-He caught your stare and stopped mid sentence. Looking down at you, his head tilted and he asked, “What? What is it?”

-With a small giggle, you replied, “Nothing at all.”

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-Mod Lucky

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

Seven Snippets, Seven People

Tagged by @time-to-write-and-suffer here!

I'm gonna try and do seven people, here we go. Gently no-pressure tagging: @avoidingcertaindoom // @aether-wasteland-s // @bellascarousel

@doublegoblin // @cosmo-lexies // @mysticstarlightduck

@words-after-midnight

And my snippets! From Midnight Madness, under the cut:

1

“Aimoupon,” she shouted, to which her tutor let out a gasp.

“Princess!” he chided. “Language!!”

She pushed the blanket off herself and sat up, crossing her legs and looking down. “Don’t fret at me Qwkas. It’s just a word.”

He frowned, rubbing at one of his ears as it quivered. “And where did you happen to hear this, ‘just a word’?”

She flitted her wings as she waved a dismissive hand. “Just…around.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Would it happen to be down by the waterfront?”

Her wings flitted again.

“Conversing with the workers?”

Her ear twitched and she flicked it.

“Where you’re not supposed to be?”

2

“They are trying, Qwkas. You must see that.”

He considered. “They are. But I doubt they will ever get there if they cannot figure out how to grow Qawn for themselves. It is not something to learn so much as it is something to feel.”

3

He took a breath. “And here,” he said, pointing to a cluster on the opposite side of the market, closer to the stem but still away, “is the Moh, the place of stories and myth.”

“The…” she paused. “The what?”

“It is said that the land of Gesh is ripe with legends, myths, and tales. The speakers of such fables gather here,” he said, tapping it again. “You’ll find stories on every subject, from the way they think the Great Tree was created to the end days, from the legend of some chosen king against evil to the stories as to why the stars fall during certain cycles.”

She stared at where his finger was before looking back up at him. “Qwakas…do you know the legends?”

He smiled a little, small and mostly to himself. He sat next to her and hmmed a little to himself. “Well. I might have heard one or two in my time. I wasn’t always a Qwakas, you know. I spent my time in the world, as we all must do. Now let’s see…” He tapped a finger to his chin in thought. “The easiest one to remember is the story of the king and the supposed evil that he fights.”

4

Qwakas patted her on the shoulder.

“I know…this is likely not what you want, princess,” he said softly, “but try to trust me when I tell you things are done this way for a reason. You will see. It will be good.”

She fixed him with a wide, brimming smile. “Of course it will be, Qwakas. I’m sure this will be the best mikoksno adventure ever.”

He immediately groaned and rubbed at his eyes as her grin grew wider. “Princess,” he chided tiredly, “...language. Please.”

5

She puffed out a cheek as she stared over the railing, hand on her chin. “I don’t see that it matters much if I like my accommodations,” she answered primly. “Seeing as how it didn’t much matter if I liked this tradition of being sent away in the first place.”

She couldn’t see her Qwakas, but she was fairly sure he was rolling his eyes. He let out a sigh and sat next to her. Took her hand gently.

“Princess. You know that it’s–”

“For the good,” she recited. “For the benefit of both my family, my kingdom, and myself. It’s tradition for a reason, we perform these actions because we must, blah bla-blah blah.” She pulled her hand free and joined it with the other, propping her chin in it. “It’s isiupon,” she spat. “Pure and mighty isiupon.”

She expected a groan or a sigh. A reprimand.

Instead her outburst was met with gloomy silence.

6

“If you’re really under my service and mine alone, why continue to try and teach me the kingdom’s cultures?” she asked. “Shouldn’t you be asking me what I want you to do?”

“I am at your service,” he sniffed, “not made into your puppet. And Qwakas or not, I still believe in preparedness. The second kingdom is rich in many ways our kingdom is not, and I don’t want you to be challenged by the culture you are going into.” He let out a small sigh. “Although I doubt you could be shocked by much of anything, princess.”

“You can use my name,” she said with a smile.

“Um…”

The smile turned into a grin. “Use it.”

He let out a small sigh and shook his head. “Princess Lyra.”

7

“Kasnauo,” he finally said. “My name is Kasnauo.”

She grinned even harder. “May I call you Kasnauo?”

“Seeing as how you are going to whether I want you to or not, I might as well say yes.”

She mocked a hurt appearance. “Why Kasnauo, I would never. It would be impolite and improper of a high-born such as I to not acknowledge or give notice to your preferences.”

He took one of those deep, long-suffering inhales he saved for the days when she was intentionally pushing his buttons and let it out in a small burst of an exhale.

Her smile softened and she let off a little giggle. “I am sorry, Qwakas. I truly am. Continue your lessons and I will listen.” She folded her hands in her lap and let her wings flutter to her side, ears forward with her attention fully on him.

[thequietkid-moonie]

All my promises of love

[ DRABBLE ] [ Honkai Star Rail ]

⚠️ Yandere, I don't support nor try to romanticize this toxic behaivor, i just write it for entretaiment

> What trigger them to kidnapt their darling

Aventurine

The pass of time. Aventurine becomes incredibly dependant of his darling, his life is barely important for him but if you want it, if you were so kind he would devote that life to you, but the pass of time is a reminder that something bad can happen to you, he can lose you one way or another and he needs to prevent that from happening

Topaz

Your goals. Topaz is a business woman, she knows what it is to fight and sacrifice to achive what you want, to work hard, and because of that she sees your own personal goals like something that will take you away from her at the end, please allow her to make your goals her goals, she would achive whatever you want with ease as long as you never leave her side

Jade

Your value. No matter what you say ot think of yourself Jade can see your true value, she makes risky deals and takes just as valueble things and feelings as the risk in exchange, she can see more than you can see in yourself and is the great value that she sees in you what lead her to want you all to herself

Boothill

His feelings. Boothill has suffered and lost enough already, he has lost even his own body, he now dedicate his whole existance to the revenge, meeting you was something completely unexpected, growing to love you so much was not necesary, but not that it have happened he won't take the risk of losing you too, he will take you with him and make sure to protect the only thing left for him, he will do better this time

Rappa

Your love. Whatever your reason was to accept her the way she is it was enough for the obsesive love to grow, whatever it was, love, care, admiration or just amusment, it was enough to make Rappa think that you could be the perfect partner in her journey, you are an unique ninja, no one can compare to you and because of that she will dragg you with her into her journey to fight the evil

Argenti

Your beauty. Kidnapting is such a stronge word that just don't feel right for him, is something he would never dare to do, however as a knight of beauty is his duty to devote himself to the beauty, he is dedicated to protect that same beauty and for him you are the most beautiful person in the entire cosmos, you can only compared to Idrila themself, so he became your devoted knight who would follow you even until the end of the world

Sunday

Your acceptance. Sunday has lost everything, even himself, he is starting over but that doesn't erease what he have done, he doesn't expect forgiveness but the fact that you accept him as he is now, that you give him another chance after everything have done before is what will lead him to cling onto you, he won't dare to kidnapt you, he has no place to call his own after all, but from now own he will never leave you side again

Robin

The incertany of the future. Robin is devoted to the harmony, she have been working really hard and give everything she has to be able to bring the harmony and peace where is more needed, and whenever you are around she can feel the harmony, you are what she needs to continue so she decides to keep you safe at her side, to never let you go, so both can be grapped around the harmony, together forever

[bittopup-1]

Beyond the Shield: Why a Character's Story is Becoming the New Meta

In the ever-shifting cosmos of Honkai: Star Rail, a character's worth has often been measured in numbers: How much damage can they do? How strong are their buffs? How thick is their shield? But as the game’s narrative deepens, a different kind of "meta" is emerging—the meta of story. And no character embodies this shift more than the IPC's flamboyant and high-risk gambler, Aventurine.

With his recent banner rerun announced alongside a new Trailblaze Continuance mission, the community isn't just talking about his top-tier defensive capabilities. They're talking about him. Aventurine's journey through the Penacony story arc was a masterclass in character writing. He arrived as a potential antagonist—arrogant, manipulative, and seemingly driven only by profit. Yet, by the end, players were left with a portrait of a man forged in tragedy, using his brilliant mind and manufactured luck as armor against a cruel universe.

This is the new dilemma facing Trailblazers. In the past, skipping a rerun of a powerful support might have been an easy decision if you already had a functional team. But how do you skip a character who has become central to the game's emotional core? Players who missed him the first time are now faced with a choice that goes beyond gameplay advantage. They want to add him to their roster because they've become invested in his story. They want to see his unique animations and hear his confident voice lines on their team, making him a part of their journey.

This creates a fascinating conflict for resource planning. Perhaps your account is already well-stocked with powerful Preservation characters like Fu Xuan or Gepard. From a pure "needs" perspective, pulling for Aventurine might seem redundant. But the heart wants what it wants. The desire to collect a character you deeply connect with on a narrative level can be just as powerful as the desire for a meta-defining unit. It's a testament to the game's quality when players are making pull decisions based on compelling storytelling rather than just spreadsheets.

Of course, passion doesn't magically generate Stellar Jade. Deciding to pull for a beloved character, especially when another anticipated banner might be just around the corner, can be a nail-biting experience. Being just a handful of warps short of that guaranteed 5-star when the banner is about to end is a feeling all too familiar to many players.

For those who have decided that their team—and their story—isn't complete without a character like Aventurine, having a reliable way to bridge that small resource gap can make all the difference. It turns a moment of potential disappointment into a moment of triumph.

Click Link To Top-up Honkai Star Rail：

In the end, how you build your team is a personal choice. Do you prioritize raw power, or the satisfaction of journeying with the characters who have made the strongest impression on you? There is no wrong answer. The fact that we can even have these debates is what makes Honkai: Star Rail more than just a game.

Good luck, Trailblazers. May you win your 50/50s and bring your favorite characters home.

[mylightsatnight]

Опікун - (Guardian)

To my left, a window into a closed down store. It previously stored boudoir books and fantasy-hungry women, searching for a tattoo-covered prince charming in pages of cream and ink. Now, black blinds prohibit light from entering.

To my right, a railing, glass and brass coated. The design, the ornamentation is leaf-based, spiral-bound, curling, curving, the waves of forged alloys on this sundown Friday. Pop-punk on my headphones, jacket thrown askew on the chair, just making my way through this life.

And on the table. My guardian. 'Opikun'.

The half-warm, all-love beverage that has accompanied me through every writing journey, each pen-to-paper moment. It has watched me construct sonnets, and scribble out elegies. It's seen my fingers type essays, compose poems, lyricize my life and each other way that language has passed through my beating heart.

It has bubbles crawling up the side, a single string hanging from the side. It has come in transparent glasses. Opaque mugs. Cardboard cups, dishes, saucers, and coasters to create mosaics with.

There's a chance, that in these 500 posts, you've only been touched by a couple of the words that I've wrote. That's okay if that's the case. Just realize that with each time my hand connected to this blog, that I intended nothing but true feelings. Genuine Bona Fide...

I heard lyrics that reminded me of being so love-drunk, that I abandoned all other ambition. I felt feelings that were so real, and so fleeting, that shooting stars lasted lifetimes. And a few of the times. *chuckles*, Even a few of the times, I ended the session feeling better than the start. I would look out the window, and see the sun, colours changing. The acoustic guitar on the headphones would strike just right, and I would know what to say, I would know a better way to live my life. Sometimes I did the spontaneous thing. Sometimes I did the stupid one, but hell, I learned from that too. I can't tame the tigers. They are wild, they are dangerous, always have been. But at least I'm immune to the venom now. Their teeth may be sharpened each month, but honey,...

I fished with my father on the open lakes of Alberta.

I had coffee with my mother and made her smile expand beautifully.

I've told my friends the qualities in them that truly impressed me.

I've looked deep into the eyes of love, and been wanderlust ever since, dancing through cosmos and cornfields, wherever it may take me...

This life is alright, hell, I'd go as far as to say this life ain't half-bad...

If you don't weaken.

I don't really get a choice there. But I'll truck on.

Find me at the grave, lay me down a flower.

Tell me what you miss, but don't let tears be showers.

~MLAN

[devoreve]

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TRAVELLING  THE  COSMOS  WITH     [  …  ]  godfled vulpesse

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒     ◈    𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐁𝐎𝐗     ◈    𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋     ◈    𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

                    𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ... bold are primary

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 [ ... ] raiden ei , ningguang , shenhe , navia 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 [ ... ] feixiao , yukong , acheron , lingsha , jingliu ZENLESS ZONE ZERO [ ... ] miyabi , zhu yuan , rina

currently testing adora from she-ra & the princess es of power

i  am  an  avid  supporter  of  people  that  write  as  female  muses  .  i  will  not  tolerate  any  kind  of  down  playing  or  over  sexualisation  of  female  muses  to  the  point  where  their  personalities  and  actual  interesting  points  are  not  recognised  .  female  muses  are  not  here  to  be  your  ship  fodder  and  they  are  not  here  for  you  to  use  only  for  fantasies  .

this  brings  me  swiftly  onto  female  characters  that  identify  as  lesbian  or  are  canonically  heavily  implied  as  lesbian  .  i  will  absolutely  not  tolerate  anyone  taking  a  canon  lesbian  character  and  changing  their  sexuality  so  that  they  can  be  paired  with  men  .  it  is  something  that  will  result  in  me  hard  blocking  you  without  any  warning  .  i'm  going  to  give  you  some  examples  of  characters  that  ,  if  i  see  them  being  written  as  anything  but  lesbian  ,  will  result  in  me  hard  blocking  you  ;  ACHERON  ,  ROBIN  ,  JINGLIU  ,  YUKONG  from  Honkai  :  Star  Rail  &  RAIDEN  EI  ,  ARLECCHINO  ,  NAVIA  ,  CLORINDE  ,  BEIDOU  from  Genshin  Impact  .

Every  single  one  of  these  characters  are  HEAVILY  implied  to  be  lesbian  .  while  you  might  argue  that  'nothing  is  really  canon'  i  implore  you  to  be  aware  that  because  these  games  are  made  in  China  ,  any  kind  of  LGBTQIA+  representation  in  media  is  BANNED  and  therefore  Hoyoverse  has  to  be  very  careful  with  the  way  in  which  they  give  us  diverse  representation  .

...  and  to  be  VERY  clear  ,  i  am  not  doing  this  because  i  hate/dislike  any  other  sexualities  .  myself  i  am  a  asexual  lesbian  and  i  have  seen  FAR  TOO  MUCH  LESBIAN  ERASURE  in  the  hoyo  communities  to  the  point  where  it  just  makes  me  sick  .  you  can  do  absolutely  anything  you  like  with  other  characters  ,  in  fact  i  welcome  seeing  more  diverse  LGBT+  representation  on  my  dash  .  i  do  not  have  any  issue  at  all  with  that  ,  i  just  really  believe  that  the  characters  who  are  heavily  implied  lesbians  should  stay  that  way  .

i   do   not   post   starter   calls       !!       the   best   way   to   interact   with   me   is   through   sending   in   unprompted   asks   or   something   from   my   askbox   tag   .   my   inbox   will   never   be   closed   and   there   is   no   limit   for   sending   things   .   continuing   asks   as   threads   is   the   best   way   to   get   to   writing   with   me   besides   plotting   something   out   . 

please   be   aware   that   this   blog   will   contain   not   safe   for   work   themes   that   include   ,   but   are   not   limited   to   …   sexual   themes   ;bloody   violence   ;   gore;   manipulation   .   all   nsft   content   will   be   tagged   as   the   following   …   #suggestive   /       #nsft   / 

in   terms   of   law   ,   general   rules   apply   .   no   godmodding   ;   no   force   shipping   ;   no   killing   my   characters   ;   don't   be   an   awful   person   ;   make   sure   you   cut   your   posts   and   do   not   interact   if   you   are   any   of   the   following   …   racist   ;   zionist   ;   homophobic   ;   transphobic   ;   sexist   ;   ped*phile   or   write   any   kind   of   content   that   has   to   do   with   extreme   themes   such   as   r*pe   or   inc*st   .   any   of   these   things   will   get   you   hard   blocked   on   site   ,   along   with   harmful   dashboard   drama   .  also please do not follow me / interact with me if you ship feixiao x jiaoqui . since he met her when she was very much still a child and he watched her grow up , that ship just gives me the ick .

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