#hsr type shit

[slowd1ving]

also, have another brainrot idea that's been running around my brain: in his abundant free time, i like to imagine reader just fucks around doing whatever, from infiltrating the kitchen and hanging around with the staff and chefs to actually sparring with the temple knights and guards and advising them on how to improve. maybe even the og heroine and other male leads, all while sunday likes to show up and drag him to do even more menial tasks that only serves him get more annoyed at sunday while our dear stupid pope is angry at both himself for acting weirdly and at the people reader talks to for reasons he isn't quite sure of yet tbh but he still doesn't like how people seem to really like the hero,,, a lot.

ESPECIALLY the other male leads,,, im not quite sure how powerful they are in terms of physical and political power but i feel sunday would be most angered by them LMFAOOO like bro chill,,, reader is NOT yours 💔💔💔 genuinely embarrassing behavior my guy please get a grip,,,,,

🐈‍⬛ anon

oh I like where this is going...

Salaryman reader comes from a very average background in both lives and forms bonds with the characters who aren't even mentioned in the original novel, not only because he can relate, but because they're far less predictable than the main cast.

"The stew tastes different."

Sunday notices the subtle shifts in the food brought to him each day in his room and office, as well as the wildly experimental dishes made out of conventional ingredients prepared unconventionally - something he makes a passing comment about to the staff who take his meals to him, but something about their nervous gaze sets his suspicions ablaze. "Who prepared this?"

His thoughts turn to an assassination attempt.

The chef, they lie. They don't want to get you in trouble, after all.

He's shrouded in the best disguise - one that robs him of any distinctive features and allows him to blend in with the other staff who manage the pantry, sneaking into the kitchen like he used to with Robin. I raise you this - him watching you in an environment where you're laughing as you chop onions alongside the chefs, sporting their aprons and their hats while you natter on about the most useless of things. You're trying to kill him now???

Unfiltered, abrasive - so unlike the more subdued version of yourself that his breath cannot help but catch in his throat and his mind goes momentarily blank, before he slinks away, stewing in irritation at the fact that you're acting so indecent (swearing, dusting those carefully-ironed clothes of yours with flour as you knead various baked goods, and worst of all, abandoning your duties of translation) with his staff. You're a buffoon, far too foolish to be an assassin.

He keeps this up for a week, but you're everywhere. The knights templar have begun showing unusual footwork in their precise sequence of steps that they train in as part of the Order - and by Ena does it take him longer to realise, but once he does, he's back in his disguise once more and watching as you demonstrate what you use in the battlefield. Not the ceremonial, self-sacrificing movements of the Temple, but the quick movements that ensure survival. He grinds his teeth as he watches you ruffle the hair of a squire, clapping the shoulder of a Knight Commander, and pulling another knight in with some stupidly informal handshake - you're so improper, and he's stewing in anger over it.

These discrepancies come with those other idiots that flit about [redacted] - since when does Gepard Landau have a spine? It's the first time he's seen you fight, not as a participant, but as a spectator watching you take an opponent seriously for the first time - a spar that he never invited the Southern Duke's heir for, but he's come at your behest instead, something which strikes Sunday as absolutely insolent.

You come away with a wild grin on your face - and Landau's face mirrors yours. You're shaking hands, bones bruised and macerated - Landau's own ribs creaking in dislocation - and Sunday freezes in shock as he sees the muscular giant punch your arm playfully over a joke you made. One that he cannot hear, try as he might - but that social amiability seeps into the meetings where the two are present and for once he's not just quietly confident, he's bolder and far more capable than he was before.

Sunday's fists creak as he clenches them.

Since when does the Northern Duke wear anything but a scowl on his face? Since apparently the two of you almost killed each other in a forest several miles off the Temple's radar (and by Ena did he have to search to find a vantage point for it), and now, the man thought to be a demon frequents the Temple far more often than he did perfunctorily (which was like, once annually), lurking with a pensive expression!

And Sir Argenti... Ena knows the extent of his obsession when it comes to things beautiful - but engaging in literature discussions with you, hanging onto your words, meeting you far too coincidentally- Sunday splutters in outrage. You?? No, not just outrage - incredulity -

Even [redacted]?? She looks relieved whenever you rid her of the pests flying around her - lingering in the non-prayer sections of the Temple as she chats to you about politics, romance novels???, and the newest symphonies playing in the halls. How would you even know???

What in the everloving grace of Ena do they see in you?

I raise you this - not only does he not like that they seem to all like you (even ROBIN has fallen under this curse), but he is convinced of the sheer absurdity of their feelings. This stupidly annoying, callous, puffed-up commoner-turned-viscount who is getting under his skin by getting friendly with both his staff and rivals, and even the person he admires in this cursed world.

Can't they see how utterly untrustworthy and shady you are?

He's not dragging you away out of jealousy, of course he isn't!!! He's eliminating any threats to his position, while simultaneously getting back the guard-turned-aide who was supposed to assist him in administration, but is now preoccupied with giving... love advice?.. to a stableboy. What the hell would you know, anyway?

God forbid you ever leave the temple for a prolonged period of time (i.e. more than 12 hours) and he can't find where you've went

anyway yeah I got a little too carried away again whoops

[amaria-the-soup]

Just found a Jing Yuan x reader smut nsfw fic where he got HIS DAUGHTER PREGNANT. I immediately reported it. @xurory has made a post about incest (blade x little sister fic) and how utterly disgusting it is. But guys, it’s not enough to just ignore it.

Report this fic. Report the other one too. There’s a difference between smut and a difference between incest. Incest is disgusting, and no one should be fantasizing about it!! I run a blog called @amarias-yandere-blog and I would NEVER write about this type of behavior. It is sickening and shouldn’t be tolerated by anyone!

To the people asking for these things, what the hell? And to the people answering them, DO NOT ENCOURAGE IT!! You are part of the problem!!! We shouldn’t be encouraging this type of shit. It ruins minds and ruins lives. If you think about your family that type of way, GET. HELP. PLEASE. ITS NOT HEALTHY

And this is coming from someone who has Autism and depression.

To everyone who sees this, I encourage you to reblog and to report and block these blogs. It’s actually fucked up. The accounts are Heartlynis and bunicate. Please, for the love of everything holy, SCREAM AT THEM!!

[sandy-shocks]

I hate that the braindead takes on Firefly from people who can't read are spreading to the people who do actually pay attention to her character, cause now a bunch of people who loved her before are saying she's nothing but waifu bait and has never been anything else.

Her relationship with the Trailblazer is only a small part of her character, she has way more going on with her than just that. 'Take away Sam and then she's just a generic waifu'. Yeah no shit, if you take away a characters whole story there's nothing left there, funny how that works.

Why are people acting like TB is the only thing her character has going for it, when she's got the whole Glamoth lore and Stellaron Hunters and her own personal goals and motives that have nothing to do with TB.

You guys are the ones reducing her down to just a waifu, not the game.

[just-somehuman]

hi just checking to see that we are all in agreement that mydei as a husband would be the devoted type? loving not idolising? adoring not worshipping? protecting not possessing? desiring not lusting? asking not taking? ok thanks bye

[jujiiithetangerine]

Phainon went to complete the trials set by the prophecy to become a demigod.I guess you could say he's.... going on an odyssey....and I bet it's gonna be.... EPIC

[gamerbot-22]

I love that with the pattern established with Boothill's replacement swear words, the game implies that Boothill is the type of person to say "Hot Diggity Fuck." Like goddamn, king, you really just talk like that, don't'cha?

[spark-circuit]

completed the Jarilo VI arc recently. why is he like this.

[nightmarearian]

finally got this digital and all neat <3

boothill hair-headcanons! I did some (admittedly short) research on indigenous hair traditions & cultures (x).

A bit too tired to paraphrase rn so direct quotes to get the main points: > "believed that a person’s long hair represents a strong cultural identity" > "As part of the practice in self-respect, we are taught to take good care of our hair through proper grooming" > "adorn their hair with fur wraps, woolen wraps, feathers, fluffs, and bead work for war dancing and ceremonies" > "common to see family members and friends brushing and braiding hair for each other. > "we don’t cut our hair unless we have experienced a significant loss, like the death of a close family member, traumatic event or significant life change." > "When we do have to cut our hair, it is never to be thrown away, but rather, burned with sage or sweetgrass in a ceremonial way. When our hair is burned, all of our thoughts, prayers, dreams, aspirations, experiences, and history rise to the Creator to be properly taken care of." > " hair embodying so much of who we are, boundaries are important. Touching someone’s hair without permission is disrespectful in the Native community."

With that, looking at canon Boothill... I decided that at first he straight up just. Did not have the time to cut and burn his hair at first, and by the time he did he. Couldn't. (He’s dead anyway. Everything on his is dead anyway, so it doesn’t exactly count right now…) (he should be ashamed. He is. Being so fuckin selfish and one of the last of Aeragan-Epharshel and he making a mess of their culture). (He really should. He should stop being selfish but he can't let go of his memories of them and he's sorry, he's so so sorry, please he knows he's nothing more than a fuckin husk he's sorry he's sorry he's sorry-). (Going off of my other boothill art,) He loosely braids where a few of them would usually be, but comparatively it's too loose and he doesn't have as much feathers or sweetgrass or fur anymore but it's as close as he's ever going to get anymore so it'll do.

If any of this is inaccurate, really sorry and please correct me! :)

Text (Sorta. In order of my thoughts, all that, and then some): Aeragan-Epharshel "Boothill" (tesswehas) > had thick, soft, black hair -> current hair is thinner from lack of care + general consequences of becoming mechanized. -> Marie-Antoinette Syndrome + stress turned the majority of it white. > Tight & neat braids (w/ feathers, sweetgrass, fur) -> Family braids his hair & vice versa (-> Consequently, Boothill can't braid his own hair as well as he could someone else's. The difference in doing it to someone else vs. oneself, and all that) > Around~a bit longer than waist length -> Might've gotten a bit shorter when getting mechanized.

Post killing Oswaldo (a few months) > Cuts it a while after killing Oswaldo (while the power vacuum and all the extra stuff that comes with killing a head of department) -> Especially the braids/where the braids would be & the black parts. -> (his hair's all white now). > Burns it with sweetgrass > Additionally (not on drawing), He's tried to tie it back, sorta; It's a bit too short so he uses hair clips and stuff. It's at like mid-neck length. > His red bandana was his little girl's baby wrap. (yk those non-descript cloth wrapped around a baby).

-> (Eventually*) -> *meaning Argenti & Robin are able to keep Boothill from joining the rest of his family + heal/take care of himself > He lives long enough to grow it out. About shoulder length. > He usually has four braids (A/R/Sv/C), all with a few different ornaments. -> Side note, usually I guess one would get their hair braided with their associated accessories (if that makes sense???) but Boothill wants accessories based on his loved ones, so he has a little something. (Still doesn't have enough feathers, either). (Braid Dictionary): Each person's Ornaments, from Neatest -> Messiest: > Argenti(Tied w/ R): Vines & Roses > Robin(Tied w/ A): Metal/Fake flower ornamets (3); They're based of her halo. > Sunday*: "haloes"/rings > Clara (Tied w/ Sv): (Brass) Bolts & sometimes (uncommonly) fluff/fur, or flowers. > Svarog (Tied w/ C): (Steel/Silver) Bolts & Nuts > Hook: Usually doesn't have accessories, but the messiness & bits of dirt/grime (/aff) is enough of an indicator. Sometimes she can "braid"/tie string or smth. + Possibly aventurine? depends. -> neatness-wise would be around Sunday-Clara's; Accessories would be straight up jewlery, yk?

Bonus: Boothill (Makes the absolute neatest braids). Doesn't actually leave much accessories unless asked (Will be encouraged by A or R) -> would be feathers or sweetgrass; The children get flowers too. -> Bullet shells would be like bolts but he doesn't really want to give bullet shells to anyone. If he really wants to, it usually ends up in Svarog's ornament-strings/fur.

Ext. : > Boothill would give Argenti and/or Robin waterfall braids a good amount of the time. > Rose braid either from or to Argenti, to or from Boothill or Robin. > Boothill & Clara braid Svarog's coat's fur + give him strings of accessories.

Ext. Not in Drawing: > Between Robin & Argenti, Boothill gets around to taking proper care of his hair again :). > Sunday eventually joined in per Robin's request (as long as Boothill was okay with it, of course), and he found it calming & also just a good way for these two to bond. > Boothill keeps in his braids as long as he can, until it really has to or he meets the others again. > I only draw Robin, Argenti, Clara, & Svarog's braids in the final-post killing Oswaldo, so Sunday's would probably go behind Boothill's ear, next to Robin's. Hook's goes around the side, near Clara's. > Guess it was sorta implied with the neatest to messiest thing, But Argenti & Robin have the most clean braids, Sunday near close - his perfectionism/idealization is getting to him a bit - Clara & Svarog both have some troubles. It's like. Average-good? Not expert but not bad either. Clara's is a bit messy, and Svarog has some trouble with his bigger, mech-hands. Hook has the messiest. For obvious reasons. Little menace <3

> Oh also Don't think I ever specifically mentioned it but implied open/poly relationship between Argenti, Robin, Boothill & Svarog. (Argenti X Boothill X Robin, Svarog X Boothill). Think that's it. 👍

Original paper sketchpage:

[palmtreepwr]

aventurine getting his cornerstone back is so insane dude. no matter what he will always win... oooohhh i cannot wait to see what more he has to offer I LOVE YOU AVENTURINE

[sa-reverie]

Honkai Star Rail x Arknights crossover (not ship art; just drawing two of my comfort characters ever)

Oh god they’re both orphans and traumatized

Shalem (Arknights) child fan design by Cyanord_K (twitter)

[cadavercorvus]

Sunday chose like the worst possible time to exist for me /positive

I'll be honest, Firefly's debate with him about strength was legit something I went through IRL and I started sobbing and recontextualizing a lot of things that happened to me. While also recontextualizing how people described Firefly to me.

Anyways I hope Sunday gets better and understands that he can't force people to be trapped in order to make them live his view of happiness. Girl you need therapy, Ratio was right.

[fanfairywren]

ive people in the hsr fandom will pretty frequently be like "oh, firefly's so cute and innocent! look haha she would never do a crime" guys. GUYS. her JOB is MURDERING PEOPLE. just because she's a sweetheart doesn't mean she doesn't do crimes HER JOB is crimes she would not get upset because someone else did a crime that's her ENTIRE JOB

[allpromarlo]

divergent universe is truly crazy i’m having jing yuan do millions of damage

[gilded--imprisonment]

Oh, there was something I forgot to mention yesterday, after the mess with the Plasma grunts. Turns out I'm still a Pathstrider of Preservation, and I can still manipulate Imaginary energy, so that's good to know for future reference.

[A short clip is attached, Aventurine is sitting on the grass and his right hand is visible, the left is presumably holding the camera. Peridot is dozing in the sun and leaning against Aventurine.

A hole seems to open up in the air, and a single poker chip falls out, which Aventurine catches. He rolls it across his knuckles smoothly, then flips it back into the air, where it disintegrates into nothing. Peridot suddenly looks a lot more awake.]

[samphill-incorrects]

Boothill: [Love], this place is too fancy. I don't know which fork to kill myself with

Sampo: I'd prefer you don't do that

Sampo: But if I have to pick it'd either be the one farthest from your left... No not that one, the other one, yeah

[oddlyspecificff7headcanons]

GIYS I'M SO SORRY I KEEP REBLOGGING STUFF I DIDNT MWAN TO ON THIS ACCOUNT. IVE NOW EXPOSED WHAT IVE BEEN DOING ALL THIS TIME TO YOU.

I AM SO SORRY