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When I get home...

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You know, I love how Mihoyo showed the relationships between Einstein and Coralie in Chapter 9, the character development etc... but Mihoyo's love towards adding some new characters without actually explaining what they were doing before appearing in plot is something.

And it sure gave me some random thoughts.

I was slightly confused about our girls age, because Helia once mentioned she's slightly younger than Durandal (January 1th 2000*) and she's same age as Coralie. Based on this, I'm assuming both Helia and Coralie was born in early 2000s (2000-2002), so Coralie might be adopted by Einstein in the middle 2000s (2004-2006). Looking at those dates, we're getting interesting picture: it's approximately Alien Space timeline. Post!Second Eruption, Pre!AE Invasion and Pre!Main Story.

It's bizarre to think about, especially remembering how in AE Invasion and main story Ein falls into nostalgia more often than before and gets even more reserved. Now it might feel as if Coralie's existence in Ein's life made her think even more about past and things she should or shouldn't do... but we know Mihoyo doesn't plan so far in advance.

Btw, now I'd be even less suprised how Cocolia was able to menacing around. Joachim recovers, Einstein is busy with her kid, Tesla is Tesla. In addition, imagine Coralie and Einstein in timeline of the main story. I can't help but think about Ein coming back home exhausted after a few days on the mission still rethinking everything, and how Coralie cuddles up to her to provide some moral support... and how tough it was for Coralie herself.

P.S. January 1th 2000 was used in the equation simply because it was Durandal's official birthday, even tho it was made up by Otto. Helia simply couldn’t reference any other date.

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Emma saw the opportunity to make the moment even more awkward and jumped at it

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THANK YOU, OH MY GOD THANK YOU🥺😭 Ah, AE's Anniversary content always gives me two emotions in the same time: «yuppie! yay! food!» and «I'M GONNA CRASH OUT RN MAN NO JOKE», which eventually leads toward me yapping about everything.

I don't know what will you cook next, but I'm so damn scary and curious that's insane. ANYWAY, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY AND SEE Y'ALL✨✨

A small piece of thoughts from the future AE compendium. Happy AE's anniversary! ---------------------------------------

Even though it was an uncommon practice, Welt and Emma would have pleaded with the hospital staff to move Tesla’s bed beside Lieserl’s. When the girls would wake up, the last thing they would’ve needed was for one to wake up all alone in an empty room, even for a moment. And this way, Welt would’ve been able to watch over the both of them.

Sleep had never come easily to Welt, but during those dark months it would’ve been a luxury he could hardly afford. The fear, the anxiety that the girls might never open their eyes again – it would’ve eaten at him. He would’ve barely rested, and when he did, it would’ve been only in short bursts. The moment his body gave out he would’ve jolted awake again, terrified that something had happened while he was unconscious. Still, more than once, Emma would’ve found him asleep beside their beds, fingers curled around Lieserl’s hand, as if his grip could’ve kept her to this world.

He would’ve refused to let the silence become their long-lasting companion. Planck has told him once that the girls might still hear everything around. So, Welt would’ve read to them – stories, news, anything. He would’ve talked to them, filling the sterile air with his voice, retelling every boring detail of his day. If there was even the slightest chance they could hear him, he would’ve made sure they never felt alone. And sometimes, in the quietest hours, a miserable desperate part of him would’ve wondered – if he begged hard enough, maybe they would wake up.

When Welt would’ve passed out from lack of sleep, Emma would’ve stayed with them through the dark starry nights, holding Tesla’s and Lieserl’s hands beneath the dim glow of the monitors. The weight of helplessness would remind her the one everlasting truth – no parent should have to watch their own child die.

Then, Tesla would’ve woken up far sooner than Lieserl. And as days would’ve turned to weeks with Lieserl still unmoving, the doctors would’ve grown concerned that something might’ve been wrong. They would’ve talked in hushed tones with Emma of the unthinkable. But both she and Welt would’ve thought that no. She had to wake up. She would. They knew it. Her body was just weaker, she was just tired, just resting - but she could hear their pleas. She had to.

So, Welt would’ve begged. Hands trembling, voice breaking, he would’ve pleaded with her. He couldn’t lose her. Not like this. It wasn’t fair.

And after the disaster, after the hospital, after both Tesla and Lieserl woke up, after the fear, after the slow return to something resembling their old normal life, they would have found themselves back in Lab 42. It would’ve been their home once again. And on that first night none of them would’ve wanted to be alone.

And with that thought in mind, they would’ve dragged every pillow and blanket they could find to the lobby and made a big messy nest on the floor. Just the three of them, sprawled together in the exhausted, relieved silence. For the first time in too long, they would’ve slept without machines beeping, without the dread of waking up to bad news. Just the quiet ticking of a clock and the steady breathing of people who had survived.

Though at first, return to the actual normal life would have been…difficult. Especially the communication part. Their sleep schedules would have been a mess, their bodies still recovering, their minds being foggy.

While one would have been dead asleep, others would finally wake up. Or all of them would’ve been asleep and only on rare times you would’ve been able to find all three of them fully awake.

One morning (or could it have been evening?), Ein rubbed her eyes as she walked down the stairs. The lab was too quiet, suspiciously quiet. A realisation struck her. “Welt,” Ein called as she scanned the lobby full of scattered tools but no signs of certain genius. "...When was the last time you saw Tesla awake?". Welt stuck his head out of the kitchen with a puzzled look on his face as if he was trying to recall the last century. "I’m not sure. Two days ago? Maybe three. It’s all blurry."

Ein sighed.

Little did she know that since their sleep schedules became completely desynchronised, Tesla came up with a new way to leave her sharp banter – notes. Everywhere. On the walls, on the fridge, on the tables, on their doors, tucked into coat pockets. The lab became a mosaic of their chaotic, sleep-deprived thoughts.

The first time Ein spotted the first one – it was left on a table, written in that familiar atrocious handwriting.

"Where the fuck is my magnetron?! I left it on the table!

Sincerely yours,

The greatest genius"

Ein couldn't suppress a smirk as she grabbed a pen and wrote a reply beneath it.

"Dear Tesla,

I don't believe you won't try and blow up our lab while I'm not around. I intend to keep potentially dangerous components with me.

:P"

She put the note back to its place and went to the fridge, where another note was waiting – this one in Welt's no less messy handwriting.

"Remember the bag of crisps I left in the fridge? That was mine :("

Beneath it, in a hasty, triumphant words a reply was left.

"Suck it up, green bean, we need food to recover.

– Tesla"

Ein shook her head and added an elegant line to their ongoing conversation.

"Nicola, you should practice your handwriting if you want your insults to be readable.

– Ein"

Eventually, they gathered every note they ever left and put them in a box – so they can have a good laugh years later.

Unfortunately for Tesla, the communication difficulty wouldn’t have been the only struggle they would’ve had to go through on the path of recovery.

During the days when everyone was asleep and all the comprehensible non-scientific literature was read, Welt would’ve found himself returning to a habit from his old lab days - physical exercise. What began as lazy stretches in the backyard soon evolved into proper runs around the campus territory. And since Lieserl and Tesla would have needed physical therapy after the hospital, Welt would’ve taken it upon himself with a great enthusiasm to make sure they didn’t slack off.

By the third morning, Tesla's protests evolved into full screeching theatrical performances the moment Welt tried to drag her outside. Meanwhile, Lieserl, who initially grumbled just as much as Tesla, suddenly started enjoying a new activity in which she could drown herself in aside of work. "Since when," Welt panted, "are you so fast?". Lieserl called back over her shoulder, a familiar devilish grin spreading across her face. "Since I made the groundbreaking discovery that running with you means thirty whole minutes of not listening to Tesla's whining."

And now a little bit of angst. The part that can be especially unfortunate for Tesla is that Lieserl would’ve lived happily with Welt... forever. But what about Edison?

Even if by some miracle, by some moment of clarity where Nancy noticed that Elias gave them the wrong numbers and therefore, she would’ve survived the disaster, the cruel truth would’ve remained – Tesla’s body was frozen in time while Nancy continued her mortal march towards the death. Year by year, Tesla would have to watch Edison grow old and fragile and sick and, eventually, become Nancy’s Charon that lulled her with the song to the afterlife.

How unbearable it would’ve been if Tesla had to explain that she would remain forever young. That with each passing birthday, the gap between them would widen and pull them further away from each other not by choice but by the fundamental laws of existence.

And the cruelest irony? Even with Welt and Lieserl by her side for the eternity, Tesla would still find herself as a third wheel which would’ve been simply unfair.

And as we know how Ein obsessively searched the Welt's soul in the core, this time it would’ve been Tesla who was consumed by the Abyss Flower’s location and its further study, desperately trying to bend its power to grant Nancy immortality. And that old argument with Reanna would’ve hunted her. " There is no absolute boundary between the organic and inorganic. After all, from a different perspective, isn't the so-called “human being” just a machine with self-awareness? "

Her laboratory would’ve become a temple of unsuccessful devotion. Each failed experiment would’ve stolen another precious moment she could have spent with Nancy. The tragedy of the situation wouldn’t been the fact that Tesla could fail but that in trying to cheat time, she would’ve let their remaining years slip like sand through her grasping fingers.

In fighting so hard to preserve their forever, she would’ve already sacrificed their present. But perhaps she would’ve eventually succeeded.

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I can't help but think about how Welt got way too horny during Ein's concert - like all he could think about was the moment she'd step back stage just so he could grab her, undress and have her all to himself

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Ughhh this hurts so much but I'm so into this, please... In my head right now only «I can't wait to see you again. It only a matter of time»

Here's a spoiler for the project..

... Sorry

EinJoyce 🙌

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It was a lazy afternoon, and we spent it reading.

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AEUAUUEUZ OOH MY LORD-

Nancy is so gorgeous here, pleeeease I love her expressions💫🫰

The first time Nancy ever went speechless thanks to @soluumis for the idea~

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Good scent

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THE BEST BOY OF HOYOVERSE🥺🤲✨ He deserves more love and appreciation in this fandom... and some pat-pats, because he's a good boy- just look at him-

Welt Joyce my beloved Honkai boy

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THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL YET PAINFUL, PLEASE 🥺😭 Oh, poor Nancy – she deserves more appreciation both as a person (from people around her) and as a character (from readers), this is so unfair...

...and now I really need to yap about her hair and possible symbolism we could have here.

I will never get over the fact that we have only 2 proper edisla scenes and some mentions here and there, and yet somehow that was enough to recreate a rich life story full of analysis, silly hcs and endless angsty doomed yuri thoughts. And this story has haunted me for months, it's an unshakable obsession that claws at my thoughts every now and then

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You might think that I forgot about my spontaneous willing to celebrate AE's crew birthdays, but I'm not! I simply had another one to attend today so... Happy Birthday, Planck✨💚

Fun Fact that I probably knew, but forgot after some time. Max Planck had both mother and daughter named Emma. Very convenient.

(also one of his sons was Karl, so I see the connection what Fanchuan could possibly made up)(yes, right now I'm this meme about «You didn't connect shit. – But I've connected it»)

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all those stars fell around us, but ours never seemed to align.

but you say I'm sorry, love, I'm afraid we're out of time.

(song, closeup, and alt versions under cut)

look at this sad wet rat of a man

sketch version bc i thought it looked cool

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In the light of some spoilers to the next chapter that I've got a few days ago, now I need Einstein and Seele to finally arrive at the base, Seele helped with bringing Coralie back and THEN – after some awkward family hugs – Einstein turns on the «older part» of crew. I mean, actually.

Einstein looking back at the crew, after hearing a full story from Helia and Coralie:

(Durandal might be very lucky to not cross roads with Einstein in this moment, so every verbal accusations were gotten by Theresa, Mei and Bronya. Especially Bronya. For reasons)

Like, even if Coralie will eventually come back, it's all because Helia's resolve. I can't say she did this despite or thanks to crew's actions, because they literally did nothing about the entire Coralie's situation. Or – at least – it seems so for me.

– You've got my child killed in your completely stable and protected system. – We eventually brought her back! – You?! You mean Helia, who actually did everything. – Well, we... – I refuse to listen this factually incorrect yapping. You admitted your inaction. In fact, you didn't care so much that you've mostly got Helia killed too. Who'll be in charge for this? – Professor, that's enough. – Bronya, you should be thankful that I'm only taking Coralie with me and not saying that Anti-Entropy stops to participate in this FAFO-mission. Moreover, don't shush me, I still have a lot of things to say to you personally.

While somewhere in background Coralie and Helia are sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, watching how someone – who aren't they – getting ✨cooked✨

Seele simply wants to go home.

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I can't help but mixing up my hyperfixations, so in some point I really gonna make a D&D/WoD characters inspired by AE crew. It's not like I have some plans already, you know...

The toughest part would be to make them actually well-playing party and to have some diversity. I'm telling this as a person who rn is in the party where everyone is strong but stupid😆

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EUAUEUZUEUZU— Khem, I mean *whispering* this is the best thing that I could possibly see this morning, thank you🥺🩵

Shhh, they're sleeping!