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UHM?????

#sunday hsr #sunday honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr sunday #star rail #sunday

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warm bread with butter. reblog if you Agree

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what if SHE’S doomed by the narrative, huh? what if it’s HER actions that are futile in the long run? what if SHE has to break the cycle? what if SHE has to writhe endlessly in a hell of HER own making? god forbid a woman condemn herself

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look, fandom as a whole certainly has its own built-in biases and problems that need to be addressed 

but like

every so often i think about all of the deep, nurturing lifelong friendships that only ever happened because one day two internet strangers were like ‘oh hey, we agree on which fictional characters should kiss!’

people who are right now helping each other survive via connections they initially forged by liking the same sailor moon girl or something

the internet is a goddamn garbage pit but it is also a goddamn miracle

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god I fuckign love ocs. my characters. my friend's characters. the characters of mutuals ive never spoken to. the characters of artists ive followed and maybe spoken to a little more. the characters of complete strangers I see in passing and think "aw that's cool". if you have ten fans I am one if you have one fan it is me etc etc. I love you

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people on my "making AUs for OCs" post keep going like "oh you mean like a STORY? like a BOOK? OP that's just a STORY!!" like no you don't get it. you don't get how much my friends and i play with our ocs like dolls. we're talking swap AUs. homestuck classpecting. MLP AUs. evil AU. "so just making stories" you're like a little baby to me. leave my sight

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being a fan of a friend's ocs is actually so humiliating....... like yes my favourite character rn is tragically doomed and a pillar of humanity who i think is relevant to the current world. you can find information about them on discord dot com and sometimes in late-night conversations with this guy i know. what the fuck

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hey so like

hi, you. yeah im talking to you. You like my stuff from time to time and reblog once and a while, and I always recognize you in my notes. we’ve never talked, maybe you dont like to say much or you’re nervous or something. it’s okay, whatever it is. 

I see you. you mean a lot to me. sometimes when I’m having a hard day, I’ll notice your name once again in my notifs and it makes me smile. im not kidding.

I don’t care if you’re a “ghost” follower or you send me asks all the time. i see you and I love you so much, genuinely and truly. you are really important to me. 

thank you. thank you for being there. <3

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Sunday talks a lot.

You first take note of it when he himself points it out, both of you sharing a small laugh over it, and continuing on your way to the next task. He continues on about giving you a thorough explanation of each of the dreamscapes, particularly mentioning ones he's personally contributed to.

However, you've recently grown sick of his voice.

Perhaps it is to blame on the memoria. The feverish substance takes a toll on those particularly weaker to it – dizziness, nausea, lightheadedness and disorientation are all symptoms. Symptoms you've had the privilege to experience first hand.

You've also learned, the dreamscape is an absolute fake.

Sunday walks you through the real dreamscape, letting you in on Penacony's most deeply hidden secret. The doors shift, gravity is questionable, furniture is glitched, voices and whispers everywhere, asking for help, or yelling for people.

Sometimes, they mention a familiar name. Or plural – names.

Sunday tells you to pay no mind to them.

At some point, you grow sick of it. Sick of the constant voices that whisper the names of people you definitely know, people Sunday should know as your friends, family, people who you treasure.

You didn't plan on confronting him about it in the middle of the catastrophic dreamscape,however. The memoria gave you harsh headaches,and the dreamscape was oddly chilling, almost freezing you to the bone. All while Sunday seemed blissfully unaware of your discomfort. The only thing you could do was hold onto his hand, or shoulder, or lean on him entirely, asking him to pause for a moment, desperate to catch your breath and escape the chilling cold, greedily trying to soak up the warmth from his skin. He chuckles softly at your antics, but you don't find it funny.

He won't admit just how much he enjoys this, however.

Sunday isn't an idiot. He notices your flinching whenever a distorted monster appears somewhere around the corner, the shivering of your hands as the temperatures drop below 0, and your uneven walking from the disorientation.

He loves when you rely on him. For warmth, for stability, for safety.

You're simply there to help him solve the problem with this crumbling dreamscape, but his own desires may have muddied the otherwise good intentions for the dreamscape's utility. Perhaps that is why it's so unstable in the first place? Nevermind that. He can keep it as unstable and unusable for as long as he needs, if it means he can keep bringing you with him, knowing somewhere along the way you'll be burying your nose deep into the crook of his neck, trying to soak up his warmth, the faint scent of his perfume rubbing off on you.

He adores it. Perhaps, one day, he can convince you to kiss him? Make up some facts about how it would help with the dizziness of the memoria, or help build resistance against it? There's just so many possibilities.

For now, let him take his ungloved hand into yours, and guide you out into the light. Trust him, will you?

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr sunday #honkai star rail sunday

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gloria in excelsis deo 🌑

#honkai star rail #hsr #star rail #hsr sunday #sunday #sunday hsr

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Honkai: Star rail | Sunday

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You know what.... guardian angel yan!Sunday.

Always accompanies you everywhere. A gentle hand on your shoulder, eyes constantly scanning the crowd, eyebrows knitted from concentration, as he searches for threats, maybe even familiar faces. Wings sometimes flutter on your arm, alerting you to stay cautious, instantly covering your eyes if something goes awry. Sometimes you can see the other eyes, peering down at you from his halo.

The moment he senses danger, he gives you a sharp look. Close your eyes, and leave it to him. And for the next few minutes, pretend you don't see. Pretend you don't hear. Cover your eyes if you must. Do not glance at his bloodstained wings once he tells you to open your eyes. Look into his eyes. His glowing, golden eyes that pierce through you, and every sinner who dares to harm you.

He swears he's just doing his job. Just let him take you everywhere. No, he's not the reason that strange man scurried away after talking to you. No, the crowd can't see him. No, no one dares to look at you – not when he stands close behind you, eyes judging every soul who dares to meet them. You still can't shake off the feeling of being targeted. You saw something in your changing room out of the corner of your eye? Hm? Oh, no, it wasn't him. Surely, he can respect your privacy a little bit?

At night, he insists he doesn't need rest. No, no, dear – his job is to protect you. He needs to protect you. You can sleep soundly, and let him sit on the edge of your malleable bed, humming you to sleep. Don't worry, you didn't see anything. You feel something stare at you? It must have been one of his many eyes on his halo fixating on you. Curious little things, dont mind them.

And unfortunately for you, his obsession only seems to be growing. It gets lonely, you know? And you're his absolute weakness. The concern in your voice when you ask him if he's hurt, the worrying over at any scratches he might have (rarely, if at all. He lets you worry over him, anyway). Oh dear.. your pretty, glistening eyes under the moon, your cute face thats all knotted up in confusion and worry..

He can't help it. You are intoxicating. No matter how stained or unstained you are, how sinless or sinful you are.. he adores something about you. The way your chest rises and falls, the predatory gleam in his eyes when your form is completely vulnerable behind him.. oh, dear.. he has to protect a trusting thing like you. But, oh, dear.. who will protect you from him?

Do not see. Do not hear. Don't mind the gloved hand that rubs your wrist, don't mind the whispering of his voice into your ears, daring you to see, daring you to respond.. he'll take care of this. And he'll take so much better care of you. Just.. don't struggle when his grip hardens a bit on your wrist. Don't worry when you feel his lips ghost your neck. Don't worry at all.

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My angelic man

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hes soooooooooo pretty oh my god. PENACONY ON TOP AS ALWAYS

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biblical accurate sunday

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