#cloudcry

[artheresy]

I have begun to categorize every single book that is available so far in Honkai: Star Rail, that being about 195 pieces of written text within the game’s bookshelf which isn’t accounting for the possibility of any pieces of text that stay within the inventory as opposed to the bookshelf

I have it all planned out, aside from in game info, also planning on putting my own opinions regarding the readability of each individual piece as well as the lore importance because of my god, the amount of information about Lan that is put into those little books, and just any opinions of mine regarding the text

I’m having fun, I know theres gonna be some boring shit to read like the official reports and documents or purchasing lists, but there have also been some really enjoyable things to read so far like Baiheng’s Travelogue on the Zhuming is definitely one of the funniest pieces of text to read as well as just easy to read safe for a few typos because it’s all written like stream of consciousness so it feels very much like Baiheng’s inner thoughts on a page. No overly complicated phrasing nor awkward formatting because again, it’s very much like Baiheng’s inner thoughts and its so fun to read and the description of the Zhuming is so good, it’s just so full of emotion as well and RAAAHHH if you’re going to eventually walk away with only one thing from my future Google Sheets document categorizing all the books we have so far, it should be that You Should Read Views of the Universe from a Starskiff: The Xianzhou Zhuming, its so good its so g o o d

Also very lore important all things considered

ANYWAYS, I’ll rant about all this later, I got shit to categorize byyyeee

#the so g book #the cloudcry songbook #SOBS #ALSO THE EPIC POEMS ABOUT LAN ARE SO??? #theyre so good #i love the annotations as well #these books just really add to the worldbuilding of hsr for me #theyre good #even if some of them are useless or stupid #theres a lot of sad ones from jarilo vi/belobog #the one for cyrille makes me #… #i feel so bad for her #GOD FROM THE LUOFU #DAN SHU’S DIARY??? #everyone needs to read her diary both parts #hsr #honkai star rail #yingxing #baiheng

[astralexpressarchives]

New Renheng Poem - Wedding Wine

My friend made an analysis of poem leaked from the 1.5 beta! She explains the meanings of the different lines and the cultural context of the CN and how it relates to the ongoing background Renheng lore as per Ling Jie's poems. It is a continuation of Ling Jie's other poems in the Cloudcry Songbook.

It is very NSFW. The EN version is also very suggestive but the CN version is... more explicit and makes the connections between the poems that EN isn't able to.

As most of you are probably aware, Hoyoverse is not able to publicly portray homosexuality in their video games as it's against censorship laws in China. Because they're a very gay company regardless, this is their chosen method of telling us the story they want to tell. It gives them plausible deniability while also being very obvious.

And I like to think adding this poem is their sassy response to people denying the Renheng engagement as a "typo" lol. "Wedding Wine" they are hilarious lmfao

Anyway, please read her analysis!

#honkai star rail #renheng #xingyue #dan heng #blade #yingxing #dan feng #hsr

[jinghengology]

Cloudcry Songbook x Jingheng Comparison:

“Sitting bored on my bed one dusk, half the beaded curtain peeled back. In no mood to awaken yet no mood to sleep,”

“clothes half-worn and eyes half-slack.”

“A sudden gust of wind pushes forth the boat, in dreams a war with the borisin we wage. Knife in hand, black and red horses leap on, Alongside my husband's warship, in fight I engage.”

“Two twittering orioles land on their branch,”

(note: remember that the branch is the support system of the tree)

“with karma past doth this life's grief cast. Ten times reborn, with all its love and hate,”

“how hard can one take of a husband lost.”

“Gazing up I now see daylight through that verdigris,”

“those past loves and past lives seen only in reveries.”

“When the dragon turns red, then the green pines shall shed.”

Red: Likely a reference to the blood of those that died as a result of the sedition

Green pines: a reference to the “rebirth” cycle of pine trees- needles falling signify the tree’s “death”, but it will revive come spring.

“Cast by the wind of a cold morning, Feeling the weight of your suffering.”

“Spinning our glory through time and space, When will I next come to see your face?”

“Wantonly drinking the silver moon, How many times must we be entombed?”

“Pass like a dream out of sight and mind, six hundred years in this mortal bind.”

#jing yuan #dan heng #hsr jing yuan #hsr dan heng #jingheng #hengjing #danyuan #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr analysis

[halchron]

mini hc dump for youta's hsr verse

as a vidyadhara born during the time of their pursuit for immortality, youta was victim of the consequences of the older vidyadharas and the high elders. once lan at destroyed the tree, youta spent the next couple of centuries aboard the daiyu as the master realm keeper before retiring when qingzhu took over. as the viscopurses ravaged him home, he and the other high elders tried to come up with a plan to save the ship, though they ultimately failed. abandoning the ship, he spent the next centuries on board of the other ships, occasionally acting as one of their high elders if he got reincarnated with his dragon transmutation, though he still harbored guilt for not being able to save the daiyu and the citizens. because of that, every cycle where he doesn't have dragonic transmutation is a blessing because all he sees it as is a reminder of those he failed to save. eventually, he joined the astral express, wishing for a life where he could visit more worlds without the responsibility of being in charge. there, he opens his own restaurant called the seven stars where he serves a variety of food and teas. though he still makes trips to the xianzhou alliance and the luofu when possible as he still has fond memories and friends there.

a master of cloudcry magic, he is both proficient with his polearm and with hand to hand combat in the form of aikido. on top of that, he has almost gone through enough rites and challenges to become a high elder, though he stopped just short of the mark as he didn't want to become a high elder ( though this could change within canon / plotting ).

combat related things

traces: credit, immortal scionette / aeroblossom / lumintwig, obsidian of dread / obsidian of desolation / obsidian of obsession, guardian's lament, golden crown of the past shadow

element: imaginary

path: the nihility

basic attack: unbound from chains ( deals imaginary dmg equal to 50%–120% of youta's hp to a single enemy )

elemental skill: evergreen ( protects one ally with a shield that is scaled off his current hp that deals poison to the enemy when first hit, when the shield breaks poison damage is doubled and decreases enemy defenses by up to 50% )

ultimate: divine intervention ( releases a spinning attack that unleashes a flurry of cherry blossom petals in an AoE attack. afterwards, the primary target gets continually dealt poison damage as well as has defense and all resistance ( phys and elemental ) decreased by 40%, while other enemies only get the debuffs )

#☾ ━ youta ( headcanons ). #pretty sure they're immortal based on the lore and on bailu's character stories but whatever #for his ascension skills / passives / eidolon stuff just assume it's basically the same as whats in his about lol #I'll get into that later #anyways I hope this makes sense lol

[astrophyta]

okay I just found the cloudcry songbook and speechless does not even begin to cover it

#playing honkai star rail #THEY WERE INSANE FOR THIS!!!! #ik they don’t outright say it but it is *heavily implied* that the vidyadhara elegies are a tradition born out of the Sedition #and if that is true #….well

[gameraboy2]

CloudCry by Richard M. Powers, 1977

#cloudcry #richard m. powers #1977 #1970s #vintage #scifi #sf #scifi art #science fiction #sf art #science fiction art #painting #illustration

[70sscifiart]

Richard Powers, 1977

#Richard Powers #face #abstract #blue #cloudcry

[paperbacksciencefiction]

Cloudcry by Sydney J. Van Scyoc $4 Berkley Medallion Books (1978) In a universe dominated by humanity, retired Authority Exploration Service expert Verrons has been diagnosed with “bloodblossom”, a mysterious and incurable disease. The Authority’s only response is to sequester those infected on isolation colonies, and so Verrons find himself transported to the jungle world of Selmarri. With Verrons is Tiehl, a member of a race of bird-like flightless aliens called Ehminheer and the first of his race to contract the bloodblossom. Cover art by Richard Powers. . Overall Good Condition, Minor Shelf Wear, Pages Look Good, Spine Looks Good With Minor Crease . . . #cloudcry #sydneyjvanscyoc #paperbacksciencefiction https://www.instagram.com/p/CC9RW1ngq-v/?igshid=9o46ubv25r9a

#cloudcry #sydneyjvanscyoc #paperbacksciencefiction

[snuh]

Richard Powers: Cloudcry - Berkley/Putnam Books, #0-399-11947-7, May 1977

[raypunkzero]

Richard M. Powers (1921 - 1996) CloudCry, hardcover art (1977) https://ift.tt/2YTy3OX June 19, 2020 at 04:30PM +visit our fellow Goethepunk art page

#raypunk

[rippingintestinez]

My Maine coon OC Stormfrost

Thunderclan

Half Shadowclan and distant ancient skyclan blood

Mother: Nightwhisker

Father: Thumblecloud

Sister: Cloudcries

Half sisters: Tulipkit, Kinkkit, and Moonkit

Half brother: Halfkit, Snipkit, and Mintkit

#warrior cats #warrior cats oc #warrior cat oc

[canon-notcanon-warriorcats]

Submitted by: jazz670

OceanClan

RainbowStar-a pale tabby grey she-cat

OakCry-a dark brown Tom

CrowFlight-a skinny black she-cat

HalfHeart-a fluffy orange she-cat with half of her pelt burned off

MinnowFin-a tiny silver Tom

TitHeary-A fluffy golden she-cat

WhiteTear-a pure white Tom

NutScar-a dark brown she-cat with strikingly blue eyes

OceanMist-a fluffy grey-blue Tom

Queens-

WhisperCloud-a fluffy mute grey she-cat, mother of RasberryKit and BlueBerryKit

HallowMarsh-A small calico she-cat, mother of PetalKit and TroutKit

LoudPaw-a large golden Tom

SmokePaw-a dark grey she cat with matted fur

LightningPaw-a bright yellow long-haired Tom

Elders-

HeavySong-a plump black she-cat

SharkTooth-a muscular grey Tom

CloudClan

LightStar-a pure white she-cat with yellow markings

IvyBlossom-a White She-cat with tabby grey markings

NoSong-a mute grey Tom, slowly going blind

FlailSnout-a black Tom with white spots

WetEye-a calico she-cat with weepy eyes

HawkSwoop-a tabby Tom

LeapordRose-a Red She-cat with pale red markings

JumpFoot-A dark grey Tom

Queens-

CloudCry-a small white she-cat, expecting kits

CinderLeaf-gray she-cat, mother of BunnyKit, RoseKit, and BoneKit

SweetPaw-a tabby Tom

HighPaw-a White She-cat with brown markings

ShyPaw-a soft calico she-cat

#warrior cats ocs #submission

[johnbiscello]

Jack Kerouac

When I was a young man,

a budding scribe

eager to blossom white fire,

and scabbed lotuses,

you meant the world to me.

You exposed me to velocity bop

and piggyback rhythms,

to applepie windowsill jazz

and summerlight porchswings,

to mesmeric wreaths of pipesmoke

and the windswept skulls

of railroad Octobers

in brown, turning earth.

You souleased

in such a relatable way,

the freight of boyhood

infused your eyes

with saloony verve,

your fingers jitterbugged

across enormous swaths of whiteness

and void,

you bootlegged

lyrics

Melville-style,

just to keep yourself

in the running with

Hemingway’s bulls

and Joyce’s Dublin,

whitewhale hunting

came second nature to you,

some people do impossible

like half-made angels

leveled by mortal booms.

Their very gimpness

embodies

the purest translation

of Heaven’s perishable blooms.

Yours

was the religion

of sweet, sad farewells,

the capered goofs

of littleboys spitballing

I love yous

to girls in pinafore dresses

at Sunday movie matinees,

or profane leerstruckness

at the silver crucifixes

resting

between ripening mounds

of sweatbeaded cleavage,

yours

was the racket of vaudeville,

commingled with a fanatic’s

fairground zeal,

the Zen weatherman

who once proclaimed:

The taste

of rain—

why kneel?

Yet

it wasn’t long

before

Fame,

that highly-sought-after

stalk-legged

dame

in a mink stole

and whitehot spray

of jewels

came along

and cornered you good,

and the Shakespeare of Lowell

quickly became

Little Boy Blue,

nowhere to turn,

as the flesheaters

closed in,

and all you could do

was blow wild, careening

solos through your trusty horn,

and pour

rivers of whiskey

over your soul’s

godgiven.

Recognition didn’t kill you,

alcoholism did,

but let’s just say

recognition

mixed with booze

in the redlight district

and pinkened sensitivity

of wounded souls

sharpens

and humors itself

through the gallows.

When names

balloon too big,

when the print is lettered

through the Hypemachine,

it is easy

to lose sight

of what it is we’re reading,

Fame’s overlay

the distorting veneer

so you are no longer reading

what you see or feel

but rather what you’ve heard

from a hivemind,

secondhand rumors dispel

direct engagement with mystery,

what others know

and say

becomes the order of the day,

and that long day’s journey

into night

is, by definition

and default, history

(its winners wearing blinders

while leading the blind)

but before the siege,

and after the deluge,

Jack Kerouac, Ti Jean, Sal Paradise, John Dulouz,

and all the other names that became you,

there were the words, the holy writ,

the godblasted scrolls of one man’s

selfspeak upon the earth,

that rabid seeking

as gilded sibling

to Dylan Thomas’s hilltop cloudcry—

Oh, as I was young once,

and easy in the mercy of his means,

Time held me green and dying,

Though I sand in my chains like the sea.

You,

Mr. Kerouac,

were one of the wind-twisting

chain-rattlers,

frothing fringed baubles of sea

at the mouth,

as if to prove

you were nature herself

(this the way of angels, the way of children)

and when I look back,

I am immensely grateful

that you took the time

to give the spirit of boyhood,

its vim and keyturned sorcery,

as well as music’s

plasmic alchemy,

its reverential due

in a society

where doped dreams

register

way too much sleep

to ever claim their meek

as soundly vital

and golden.

#jack kerouac #beat #poem #tribute #inspiration #John Biscello

[paperbacksciencefiction]

Cloudcry by Sydney J. Van Scyoc $4 Berkley Medallion Books (1978) In a universe dominated by humanity, retired Authority Exploration Service expert Verrons has been diagnosed with “bloodblossom”, a mysterious and incurable disease. The Authority’s only response is to sequester those infected on isolation colonies, and so Verrons find himself transported to the jungle world of Selmarri. With Verrons is Tiehl, a member of a race of bird-like flightless aliens called Ehminheer and the first of his race to contract the bloodblossom. Cover art by Richard Powers. . Overall Good Condition, Minor Shelf Wear, Pages Look Good, Spine Looks Good With Minor Crease . . . #cloudcry #sydneyjvanscyoc #paperbacksciencefiction https://www.instagram.com/p/B7YqE-wAFsr/?igshid=1d7fxa76vkw2k

#cloudcry #sydneyjvanscyoc #paperbacksciencefiction

[raypunkzero]

RICHARD M. POWERS (1921 - 1996) CloudCry, hardcover book art (1977) https://ift.tt/36tF5eQ January 25, 2020 at 10:41PM +visit our fellow Goethepunk art page

#raypunk