#trailblazers

[minart-was-taken]

March isn't neurotypical but she forgot

[wildasarah234]

MC sometimes needs to be bonked aaaaaaaaaa

[alwaysbewoke]

[renaquis]

Trailblazers 🫡

[a-little-lostecho]

(warning - HSR Belobog Arc Ending Spoilers)

I know they mention it a lot in canon but like… has anyone else ever really paused and thought about all the worlds we will have to leave behind as Trailblazers? Coming and going forever, only ever being able to truly call the Express ‘Home’ but even then, the words are heavy on the tongue.

Does anyone else think about how little time they really spend there? How many trails they’ve blazed before disappearing without a trace save for the changes they’ve since left in a domino effect. Belobog took a few days for the main quest alone — perhaps two weeks if you want to include the sub-quests and story quests. And then they never go back. 700 years they’d wait — Bronya said — and it wasn’t an exaggeration.

“Dan Heng how long can humans live for?”

“…Forever. But in those situations they wouldn’t be considered human anymore.”

It’s easy to forget that we may never see those people again in that world, as they are, as they’ve become, because we as the player can always teleport back with a few clicks of a button but the characters do not get the same liberties. They have left, to never return, lest they accidentally cause more calamity.

And few of Jarilo-VI have gotten to know them by name, as anything other than “the Outsiders” or, later, “the Trailblazers”. They’re not Nameless because they have no names, they are Nameless because in the grand scheme of things; no one will recognize them by name. Only by the paths they carve and set, by the view of their backs as they set off into the stars again.

Do you think about how quickly they accept the lost onto their ship — how quickly they accept the Nameless and allow them to stay with their own? Because they are all Nameless on the express. Wonderlusters, Lost ones, confused, fearful, grieving, lonely. They accepted the Trailblazer without a second thought, extending hands that were quickly grasped in return and have yet to be let go of. They are the Nameless, they are the trailblazers, they are the lost ones, and they are each other’s family. The Express is not ‘Home’ because none of them have that anymore, but they’ve found each other and in the wake of what they’ve lost or may not have never had, they’ve got each other. They’ve forged their own trail.

Trailblazers in their name and in how they love. Only another trailblazer can truly love a trailblazer. It’s why they gravitate so closely to one another. That small part of their souls resonating with one another and bringing them solace within the vastness of the universe. Pieces of their make-up so similar and lonely and lost that they can’t help but seek out others who are the same.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, honestly, but I’m absolutely enamored with the small feeling their presences makes me feel through the Trailblazer. Platonic, Romantic, or otherwise. Storgé — Is the word for familial love apparently but not found family, so I’m not quite sure it fits. Their impact as well in the universes, beyond their relationship on the Express. It’s all beautiful but always with a touch of melancholy when you sit back to think about it rather than just quickly passing through the planets and stars. It’s lovely, and I’m hard pressed to find a universe that makes me feel so small and important all at once.

Welt said something about feeling helpless when you first step foot on the planet and see for the first time everything that goes on there… and yet I find myself feeling more powerless when I look down from above rather than up from below.

In conclusion, Star Rail is lovely so far, I’m having a great time and will continue to brainrot about this and think too much abt it constantly for a good while <3

[st3rll1nk]

Hello, may I request a Stelle x reader please?

Stelle finding drunk you while walking around in Penacony, blabbering about how a beloved raccoon is the best gal that ever appear in your life (and singing all praises imaginable)

You said all of that in front of her face, not realizing that you're talking to the said beloved raccoon.

Stelle's ice cream dropped.

And they're not in a relationship. Oof-

side note: omg this is like my first request! i hope you like it! i love this request sm with the racoon! 💀

A Drunken Encounter..

Synopsis: Stelle finds you drunk in Penacony, blabbering about some ‘adorable raccoon’?Just who is this raccoon..

Rating: Stelle x gn reader, fluff, and sfw.

This was not how Stelle was supposed to find you. Stelle and you were suppose to meet up at an ice cream stand but after you didn’t show up or respond to any of her texts for 20 minutes, she began to search for you. She practically looked everywhere for you. Till, she found you outside a bar sitting on the ground.

You looked over to her, all smiley as you drunkly spoke. “Stellieee! Where hav’ you beeeeen?” You slurred over your words, trying to stand but ending up falling in Stelle’s arms with her firmly catching you. She sighed. She was worried sick about you while you were drinking!

“(Name)… Are you drunk?” She asked disappointingly, putting one of your arms around her shoulder to keep to steady as your hands clutched onto her. You giggled, putting both your arms around her neck. “Maybe~” Stelle sighed, planning on going back to the ice cream stand. Luckily, it was close by and you guys could both go there for some water. But, then you began to speak of something so bizarre.

“You know, there’s wasa raccoon I wanna’ to seee.” You stated, tugging at Stelle’s clothing as you both walked over to the ice cream stand with Stelle mostly carrying you by the waist with your arm around her shoulder. She looked over to you, wanting to keep you occupied and not run off like last time. “A.. raccoon?” She asked, your eyes practically staring at you.

“Mhmhm!!” You nodded, which came out more as a bob than a nod. You spoke more. “The raccoon is soo pretty!!” Stelle raised an eyebrow to that. She seen you drunk before but not ever talking about something bizarre like a ‘raccoon’ like this. “What’s this raccoon like?” She enquired. “Welll… Shes b’ery nice.. has mor’ of a stoic and.. calmin’ personality…” You told her.

Stelle didn’t know who you were talking about. Sure, she had a stoic and calm personality. But, to say how pretty she was made Stelle a bit jealous though she held it inside. Just who were you talking about exactly? “Stoic and calm? What’s her name?” Stelle pried, being a little bitter about the subject. But, you didn’t seem to notice and just laughed.

“You’re soo silly! I can’t tell you!” You replied back, giggling with some hiccups slipping your lips. Stelle frowned, keeping her grip on your waist a little tighter. It wasn’t like you would remember that anyway.. Stelle sat you down at the ice cream stand’s chairs nearby as you blabbered on and on about the ‘raccoon’ being so adorable.

“She’s- She’s so pretty! I practically looove her!” You practically cheered on about, while Stelle asked for vanilla ice cream and water. It made her envious of that person. After the order, Stelle turned over to you, jealousy burning in her eyes. “What does this ‘raccoon’ look like?” Stelle interrogated about.

But, you giggled again. “I can’t tell you that either! You’re just being very silly now..” Silly? You were being silly by talking about some ‘beloved raccoon’ of yours! Luckily, Stelle was given some water and vanilla ice cream. She gave you the water which you happily chugged down, thinking it was more alcohol.

Stelle licked down some of her ice cream before interrogating you some more. “So.. this.. raccoon. What is she like exactly?” You smiled, your fingers tapping around the glass of your cup. “She’s so, so pretty… Tall with yellow eyes.. Gray hair.. H-Hey, wait! I see what you’re trying to do!” You pouted, sipping on more of your water to keep yourself occupied and not tell Stelle more of who the ‘raccoon’ was.

Stelle practically froze up at your words, dropping her ice cream into her lap. Which she couldn’t care less about. There was no denying it. You were talking about her. “You.. you like me?” She asked, more of a whisper but you heard it. You chuckled. “Yeah… I’m so bad at keeping secrets..” You frowned before looking around. “Hey, your ice cream is gone!” You stated, thinking it was on the ground but, Stelle could care less about that.

You.. liked her. Her. Just her. Stelle couldn’t help but grin slightly. “Don’t worry about it, (Name)..” Stelle gently spoke, picking up some napkins and cleaning the ice cream off her clothing. And, clueless you just smiled, having no idea of what you have just done.. Imagine how it would be after you’re sober..

authors note: i tried to make it more game based than fandom based bc i was unsure of how ppl perceived stelle fandom wise?? 😪 besides that, i loved this sm. def gonna write more about stelle in the future. requests and criticisms for my work r always welcomed!

[ask-captain-gepard]

“So, uh..random question, who’s like the best person you’ve met so far?” (According to you) (Question is for both muse and mun) @galacticbaseballbatter

//this is so late i am so sorry.

"I would say Serval, or Lynxy, but they're my sisters. ..If not them, probably Lady Bronya or Pela. They're two of my most trusted colleagues."

[andicareaboutyou]

"I know well enough what all of the world will think, but all the world may be wrong." ~ Anne Lister

[mellowberrie]

Honkai Star Rail Icons!

No need for credit! Free to use! :D

I orginally just wanted to make a March 7th icon for myself but uh yeah here's everyone lmao-

[overwhelmednpc]

Coming soon~

[comfortfoodcontent]

Jermaine O'Neal piece from Slam Magazine #29

[firephotogrl74]

[pygartheangel]

[1whimsicalgal]

Who was the creator of the apparatus that was used in filming the famous meat hook scene? That would be Dottie Pearl and Bob Burns. Together, the night before we were to film, as I recall, they stayed up into the wee hours getting IT ready, but how did they do it? Imagine if you will, a bikini bottom made of Parachute strapping. Now imagine needing to conceal the bikini gadgetry under some red corduroy short-shorts and backless bathing suit. Now imagine you need the girl wearing the apparatus to be hanging, dangling from a meat hook, that must hold her weight of 110 pounds, and simultaneously making sure no meat hook actually touches her bare back.

The idea was that the audience sees that meat hook coming ominously close to her back, how do we accomplish this safely? You add another piece of parachute strapping about 9-10 inches, sewn with great care to the top back of the parachute strapping in the back of the bikini. The strap was hidden underneath until The Scene of the drop shot. It had to be hidden inside, out of site until the actual drop by Leatherface as he struggles to hold on to the screaming, writhing, hysterical young woman, who’s trying with all her might to escape this impending terrifying disaster.

Next challenge: You need something on the end of the attached strap, something incredibly strong. They decided a large steel parachute ring, that could be guided by someone crouched below, spotting her, as Leatherface waits for his cue to drop her, would be perfect. The steel ring Must Go over the hook and hold her weight. No room for mistakes.

Another clever part of Pam’s meat hook apparatus was Dottie sewing in the twisted legs of panty hose that had great strength and could be pinned underneath the front edges of Pam’s tiny backless bathing suit top, hidden underneath, which helped to keep the apparatus and suit together, long enough to get the shot.

Yes, they used pantyhose, which btw, only became the rage in the early seventies. Fact. It was for all women, freedom… from garter belts. Yes, we actually wore hose, individually attached to garter belts up until then! A little history: In 1974, actress Julie Newmar successfully filed a patent for “Pantyhose with shaping band for cheeky derriere relief”, a garment innovation made famous through the costume she designed in the 1960s for her role as Catwoman in the TV show Batman.

So, when Pam is hanging on the meat hook, held up only by the strapping and stainless steel loop, what happens? Right, that’s when they added lots of foam cushioning, where 100% of the weight inevitably goes. 😬 My sincere thanks for that!

I vividly remember, Tobe calling cut, and looking out to a line of cast and crew, mouths aghast at what they’d just witnessed. You could hear a pin drop. It seems there was a deep collective sigh. We did it. We got the shot that I later heard some one refer to it as “the money shot”, which at the time went right over my head. What’s a money-shot? For me, that was the moment when it crossed my mind, “Hey, maybe we have something here.”

We began filming that scene around 9 AM and finished in time to enjoy our caterer, Sally Nicholaou’s, delicious lunch. It was fast. The awful part? The blood they used was karo syrup based. There are 3 seconds of blood dripping into the bucket below Pam’s dangling feet, maybe only 2 seconds. I Hope It Was Worth It!! Think Texas heat, Karo-syrup, and flies, plenty of flies. UGH. Dottie and I ran outside together, and landed at the windmill, me ripping off everything as Dottie took the water hose and sprayed me forever, until I was finally free of all remnants of sticky-icky karo-syrup, parachute strapping, shorts, bathing suit, et-al. LUNCH!!! ♥️🪝

Thank you, Dottie Pearl. Thank you, Bob Burns. Dorothy J. Pearl - January 19, 1950 - July 22, 2018 (age 68 years) Robert Lewis Burns Jr. November 24, 1950 – April 3, 2015 (age 65 years)

[samposhusband]

every time the trailblazers are talking about a male character, i always choose the he's handsome dialog options because caelus is gay like me