#ofhope

[astrxlfinale]

@ofhope replied to your post “Can the Pucker look Pretty? Yes! A pristine...”:

March is tossing his phone into a lockbox.

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A-- AH!?

Immediately spins over to her, his features clearly and overdramatically distraught. In his mind this is all for good reason as he stares down a queen of cute.

"What my phone deserve to get sacrificed like that for!?"

#ofhope #| Antics #damn icb this #to part a man and his phone!!

[chibitantei]

@ofhope says: Don't make Kanji swipe back his plushie in a haste to change it-- [I kid. But Naoto look in a mirror. Cat.]

A story in three parts.

#ofhope #Crack: Get Smoked #why did I spend so much time on this

[grislyintentions]

I'm living for all of your Aeon portrayals - I adore all of your interpretations, but I wanted to give them a spotlight! They're all wonderfully otherworldly and skin-crawlingly creepy. They embody a sort of care that is lifelong but also intensely suffocating. It's SO !!! to see your writing of the Aeons, and I can't wait to see what you'll make of future lore bits!

[Thank you! I've been having a lot of fun experimenting and it genuinely means a lot to know that you like them! ;w; <3

I have always enjoyed depicting something that is inhuman or uncanny valley-esque and exploring how it can seem that way even if something was of human origins so I have been relishing the opportunity for sure.

Thank you for taking an interest in my scrunkly writing and I hope we get to interact more in the foreseeable future! ^^]

@ofhope

#ofhope #the voice: a #[i am pinning this into my heart for safekeeps]

[scarlxtleaves]

🎔 + Trumiya? :3

❝ message in the wind: 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 "🎔+𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏" | 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: | client: @ofhope | 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.

Who wins a prize at a carnival/fair/festival: "I try my best to make sure I win whatever she'd want. The look on her face makes it all worth it." Who does most of the cooking: "Wish me luck even walking into that kitchen before her.. coming from someone with super speed she's incredibly quick when it comes down to spoiling people she loves." Who does most of the shopping: "Miya does, BUT I always carry her..so I'd like to call it a team effort." Especially when getting things like Jeuyun chili. Who is hopeless at board games: "That would be Miya too, unfortunately for her Board games were one of our only sources of entertainment..not to mention being a martial artist gave me knowledge on how to roll the dice." Who is always trying to make the other laugh: "That's Miya too..she's a rather incredible woman. Honestly, I'd really love to be the one to make her laugh..but all the pain I've kept inside.." Who has a tendency to give out TMI: "That would be Miya but words just slip out of her at times so I don't really blame her." Who does more DIY projects: "This one's me, I absolutely love going out and trying to make new things..especially after Aether introduced me to his...pocket dimension." Who is the big spoon: "That's an equal position whenever it's cuddle time." Who gives more casual affection: "Yoimiya drowns me in so many hugs and kisses that it's great..I've never been this incredibly happy before in my entire life." Who reads to whom: "I still have my old diary so there are times I ready Miya a story from the past..least not all of it was bad. There were plenty of moments worth remembering." Who brings drinks and food without being asked: "Have I mentioned that my girlfriend's a pro at spoiling me?"

#❛ mail ━━ look inward for what you want for this path is your own. #❛ chr: f.trunks ━━ i was on a mission i was sent to fix it make a difference. #ship: trumiya #ofhope

[ultfan]

@ofhope liked for a one liner.

                     ‶  your passion is extraordinary! you truly are an inspiration, momota-kun.  ″

#komaeda all <3 <3 <3 when he sees a shsl NFDISOFN #he's so fake #even if he doesn't know he's fake #he's like “wow... momota-kun.... your hope...” #ofhope #✁ ⇾ ic. #✁ ⇾ hope's peak.

[thuganomxcs]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY!!! I told you on discord but you're getting it multiple ways! You are one of the greatest people I know, and I'm not being dramatic -- you have the best of everyone in mind at all times, and regardless of your own status, never fail to give someone a hand. I will always be in awe of your astounding kindness and willingness to be someone's shoulder, whether you've known them for a day or for decades. Your sincerity and passion help others, too -- I can't tell you how much I smile whenever you start talking about the things you love! Your excitement is infectious, and whenever you talk, the world stops turning to hear you speak.

You're incredibly modest, but I'll always be here to tell you the truth of the matter: you're every bit as wonderful as everyone says, and even more. 🩷🩷🩷

If I wasn't gettin emotional before this one definitely thrown me off that edge and I hit the valley of incredibly happy. Even on discord you had quite a lot to say and it made me so happy then then you got more to say here and what can I say Lily I feel TRULY blessed. I already told you all of this here it's really alien to me but I'm INCREDIBLY happy, you've been a real one from DAY ONE. Thanks for the best wished and the EXTREMELY kind words.

#❛ ooc ━━ i can be as gentle as the sky is wild. #❛ mail ━━ when i rush make your butt pucker the fuck up. #ofhope #Felt MORE LOVED knowing that you came on TUMBLR to send me this

[xamassed]

⟬ @ofhope ⟭

What… kind of anything would Dan Heng like? A book? He had plenty of books, March was sure he had almost every book every world had to offer at this point. A blanket? A blanket could be good, something fluffy, big, anything to take away from the harshness of the ground he was insistent he slept upon. Maybe another spear? Another pair of shoes? Terribly impersonal. Terribly not-special.

Plus… all of it involved a distraction, and call March 7th selfish, she liked having Dan Heng's attention busied by her every now and then. Would it be a bad call, the gift in her hands? Would he see the message beyond it, analyze it as he always did? Lip bruised between her teeth, uncharacteristically torn between two options… had it not been about this day, March would've dove headfirst. Had it not been about Dan Heng, March would've… well, not been balancing on one foot, then the other, eyeing the hallway like a promised getaway instead of a pathway to his room.

March partook a breath, bypassed knocking altogether (such would allow a brief pause, one where she could scurry from the actions she was about to commit), and strode in front of one Dan Heng, poring over data March hadn't any knowledge of, nor would understand. Discarding her haul upon his makeshift bed, March took a breath.

"This is for Cloud Piercer," his spear, honed and up-kept, as if it were a part of him -- looped 'round her index finger, a durable charm, showcasing an outline of the Express they had all come to refer to as 'home.' "It's a charm! You're supposed to hook it on the… uh… back, I think? It's to remind you that, no matter what battle you have to face, you've always got home to look forward to!"

Scratching at her neck, March snatched up a small box next, etched in lettering she didn't quite recognize.

"This is a bunch of different teas! Whenever we first arrived in Penacony, I did some research: they've got a special brew that helps you fall asleep faster! I sometimes hear you rummaging around in here super late into the night, so… I thought this could help! They all taste really yummy, too! I asked clerk after clerk their own personal recommendations, so… I got you a whole bunch! They're not all for sleeping, and the ones that are have a special mark on them!"

One last thing.

A leather-bound book, thick and brimming. At its front: A Year on the Express! -- written in pinks, and a particular sort of green Dan Heng, likely, knew very well. Stickers littered the front, travel destinations usually, places they each could recognize and creatures they each had learned the names of. Flicking it open, March went page-by-page, location by location, all containing photographs from a time before the Trailblazer had made it to the Express.

March 7th in ill-fitting clothing. Dan Heng, hair a smidge too long. March's smile wide; Dan Heng's, nowhere in sight. The same poses from him, differing ones from her, the scenery changing in ways both subtle and not. Reaching the end?

… The first smile she had captured of his, sporting his signature peace sign as March beamed at the camera. "I've kept most of these to myself, so… I thought it was about time you saw them! This day, on some planet long long ago, was supposed to be one for celebrating those you love. So… I wanted to remind you that, in spite of everything you've gone through… you always have a home, here."

And with me went unsaid, but with the way March smiled?

Words needn't be said.

She barged in without knocking, which wasn't the least bit surprising. March 7th was infamous for striding in with little regard for the people inside, but what he didn't anticipate was the spread of gifts she left on his nest of blankets and pillows.

From his place at a brightly lit terminal, Dan Hang stared. He wanted to ask her what she was doing and why she decided to lay her things there of all places, but he learned quickly that those ( technically ) weren't her possessions.

They were gifts, which meant they had been intended for him the moment they were spotted.

The urge to sate his own curiosity was quashed under the weight of her generosity and heartfelt explanations. But while she spoke, he edged closer.

Cloud Piercer wasn't meant to be decorated, he thought. A small part of him didn't think that a cute key chain ought to dangle from a weapon so deeply steeped in his sordid past, but how could be reject her when her intention was to bring him comfort? It was silly and almost childish, but the notion did warm his heart.

Carefully, he attached the keychain to his spear while she continued to explain each and every thought behind the gift she brought.

Tea was a practical gift, and he appreciated it more than he did the idea of Himeko and her coffee beans. The sentiment behind it made him curious: if she was awake to hear him in the midst of insomnia, then wasn't she suffering too? What was she doing up at those late hours? Not having rightfully given nightmares, he hoped. She didn't deserve restless nights and guilt keeping her from the sleep she needed.

Though, if he were honest with himself, he wouldn't mind her company during those long hours. A cup of tea in their hands, the air quiet but filled with company.

He never said as much, but he did the moments when they could simply be near one another.

Dan Hang parted his lips, sincere thanks waiting on the tip of his tongue, but he was forced to bite it back when a book was placed into his hands.

It had been a whole year.

To a being like him, a year was nothing. It was part of a second, part of a part of a second. It wasn't even a fraction of a heartbeat. It was smaller, insignificant and forgettable.

Except he felt this this past year would be one of the millions that would stick with him. It wasn't that a lot had happened, and in same cases, it was hardly what had happened. Without the people around him, these years wouldn't have mattered.

Himeko, Mr. Yang, Pom-Pom and now the Trailblazer — but most prominently of all, March 7th.

He wiggled in closer, unable to resist the urge to travel through the last year with her. "I remember that." He tapped at the picture of her in the clothes that hung from her body. "You had just joined us, and none of us had clothes that could fit you properly. You had to borrow one of my shirts."

Dan Heng followed along with her, the smallest twinge of shame striking him when he noticed the noticeable difference in the length of his hair. It was an old photo, but it made him consider having it trimmed. The less he looked like his previous incarnation, the better.

A pattern became evident the longer he looked through the photos.

She was always smiling, and he never did.

Part of him wanted to apologize. Everyone, not just March alone, did their best to make him comfortable and happy. They spoke to him, they fed him, they spend quality time with him. All of that, and he couldn't bring himself to crack a smile. He knew why, and he knew it was a perfectly valid reason, but the acceptance shown to him made him wonder if he ought to give just a little.

And then he saw it — a smile.

His smile! It was small, but it wasn't forced. Awkward, maybe, but sincere. Something had given him a reason to be happy, and he had a sneaking suspicion that the reason had been beside him the whole time.

"Celebrating the ones you love. . ."

Surely, she meant it in the broad sense. She loved her crewmates, her friends, the family that had taken her in. March's heart was larger and softer than his own, but he couldn't imagine that he was special.

Yet to some extent, he had to be. He couldn't turn away and claim with full confidence that he didn't matter to her she had poured her heart and soul into her gifts. He was important, and she put the most effort into making that clear as day.

"Thank you, March." He took the book, closed it and set it aside. The tea was momentarily forgotten, his spear propped against its usual spot on the wall, his data placed on the back burner of his mind.

Affection was a hurtle he needed extra effort to overcome, but she gave him the boost he needed to take one of her hands into both of his. It was a small gesture, simple and temporary, but he squeezed her hand and offered another smile, this one a fraction brighter than the one in the old photo.

#ofhope #ofhope ; march 7th #「 ( dang heng ; ic ) 」 #「 v. for the safety of everyone else ( dan heng ; star rail ) 」 #( this answer is long and probably choppy cause i had to stop in the middle but!! I LOVE THEM!!! ) #( SO SOFF )

[tenebriism]

YOU. Give me miscellaneous Baizhu thoughts.

(Please? 💕)

Gladly. <3

He is beloved by everyone, and not just those in Liyue. Baizhu is well known in Mondstadt, Liyue, Sumeru, and even the strict Inazuman region as one of the kindest, most hard working herbalists / pharmacists to date.

He's extremely well traveled and knowledgeable, and can tell you what a plant is with very few descriptors.

He absolutely loves flowers and accessories as gifts! Jewelry, scarves, hair pins... all of it!

Touch is very important to him. A palm upon a backside, a lean against a shoulder. It's crucial that those who KNOW he is ill do not treat him as if he is contagious. He is not, and he finds comfort in these touches, in knowing people wish to still be around him.

His favorite hobbies include reading and writing, but he also loves to crochet. It keeps his fingers active and strong, and serves as a helpful distraction from his pain flare ups. Yes, he makes things for both Changsheng and Qiqi!

Per Baizhu's Tea Pot interactions, he carries around a LOT of jars and vials and materials ( and also tasks poor Herbalist Gui with toting it wherever he goes. )

He apologizes profusely. Like, to the point it may get to be overwhelming to some people, because he has a tendency of apologizing for things he really DOESN'T need to. His biggest fear is that he's a burden to everyone around him, and so, whenever he feels like he's imposing upon another, he feels the need to apologize.

When it comes to relationships, he's very hesitant, at first. He could be here one day, gone the next, and even despite his fickle mortality, he's extremely fragile and requires a lot of care. Whomever he starts a relationship with is bound to become a caretaker, of sorts, to him, and he doesn't want to take away another's freedom due to his demanding health concerns.

Expanding on the above point, IF someone has shown they are both capable of handling his myriad of conditions, and does not MIND having to step in to take care of him, from time to time, it's full steam ahead. He'll ask that they move in with him, ask for their hand in marriage . . . Baizhu does not wait, once he KNOWS.

However, on the topic of kids, he falls right back to that uncertainty. Until he either achieves immortality, or finds some way to stabilize his condition so he's not borderline on his death bed some days, he will NOT agree to start a family. It's an unfair pain, all around, to bring a child into a world where one of his or her parents may not be around to see them grow up in it, nor would Baizhu want to be forced to spectate from his bed as his son or daughter gets older. He already has Qiqi--- he can technically say he's had the pleasure of experiencing parenthood, to some degree.

#ofhope #[ :D the brainrot shall continue the more i learn! #thank you for giving me the chance to regurgitate about my sweetheart! <3 ] #muse ;; BAIZHU ( ABOUT ) #muse ;; BAIZHU ( HEADCANONS )

[ultlie]

@ofhope

❝ who do you think will be the first man to colonize Uranus? ❞

#ofhope #lying is a lifestyle ( ic. ) #( *kokichi is gunned down immediately* LOL ) #( hope u don’t mind the unprompted silliness <3 )

[scarletooyoroi]

@ofhope replied to your post “Is it a coincidence that this line of nut events...”:

You leave her alone rn

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"Ms. I know it's a difficult time, but if shall bring you closure to this new circumstance.. We can make a prayer circle in the honor of your cashews."

Thoma is giving his genuine condolences.

"A genuine bond with nuts never deserved this."

#ofhope #| Antics #ndfszujfgnzd #gotta bully her a lil bit..

[adoranoia]

" vandy candy, vandy candy, vandy candy! " it seems he's suddenly come up with a new nickname for vanderwood, and he's quite excited about it, too. // @ofhope

#* && IC #* && DASH COMM #* && 707 : HAPPY-GO-LUCKY / HACKER . #&& I LOVE YOU MEANS YOU'RE NEVER‚ EVER‚ EVER‚ GETTING RID OF ME! (VANDERWOOD/OFHOPE) #he came up w/ this while i was away and i had to share. legally. #i'm so sorry vanderwood he thinks it's adorable okay asdfghjkl #annoying ass................ (affectionate) anyway hi ilu hope ur well #ofhope

[astrxlfinale]

March, sighing oh so heavily.

"I know you're a foodie, but that doesn't involve inedible objects!!! Geez, maybe I need to always keep a ward on you to prevent you from hurting yourself in every way--"

So why is Caelus the utter opposite in such a moment. Practically gleaming, his chest puffed out, as if there was nothing but the golden gates of victory set before them? For an inevitable aspect of Caelus's life is that harm will come his way.

Y'know. Just a few of those experiences being inflicted due to his curiosity.

"You tellin' me you hadn't been curious about it even once? March." He emphasizes, as if she hadn't saw the bigger picture! Said emphasis only heightens as he'd bring his hands upon her shoulders, soft clasps made as he peers into those pretty eyes. (Seriously. Why DO they look so magical? He was never able to figure it out!) "How does the Trailblaze continues if we aren't taking these opportunities in hand?"

Granted, it was thanks to her mastery over the element that his tongue wasn't attached upon that steel tyrant that her nurturing hands kept him away from. As always, he knows that March 7th is a soul he can tenderly depend on.

That said? Conversation time!

"A frozen pole. The silent giants that exist within and without these city walls. Are you tellin me you've never wanted to challenge their mettle? To tackle a foe that and see how much cold they've siphoned and proudly endured? How would I know such a fearsome ability existed if I hadn't engaged them in a good fight?"

In short, Caelus may have got his tongue stuck to a street light.

@ofhope

#ofhope #| Shuttle Mail #I hope you know how much I cackled with this one #Cause the image came so EASY #Look all I'm sayin is that she's certainly getting hooked up with ice cream now #Thanks to all her hard work >> #Y'know. Spoil the Marches for the cuteness deserves it

[peoplcshope]

unprompted / always accepting / @ofhope

If Trunks had to explain what a 'Saiyan' is, what would he say?

“I know this question was going to pop up sooner or later. Though, I appreciate you for giving me the time to collect my thoughts.” He inhales before exhaling a breath as he mentally prepared to give her the origin of saiyans..at least to his own knowledge. “A saiyan is a species that was born to fight, from the day we’re born we’re made to fight. It’s how I was able to develop muscle pretty easily, it’s why I’ve always got energy to spare..to fight and it’s also why I get stronger and stronger with every fight I’m in. Everything about me on a biological level is built to fight, wage war.”

Everything he just said he spoke with a serious tone in his voice before he turned to face the person that brought up this very question. “I myself am just half saiyan, my humanity I’ve gotten from my mother and of course my saiyan blood from my father. If I’m honest with you..because of the world I was forced to grow up in, a world of nothing but fear and death..it all made me hate fighting..at least to the extent of a full-blooded saiyan. They would relish in a challenge and even welcome it whilst personally I could not care any less about any of that stuff. Had it been up to me I would love to eliminate fighting altogether. But that said, I’m not afraid to get my hands bloody in order to protect what’s precious to me.”

#❛ mail ━━ i've been fighting but i just can't do enough. #ofhope

[hxpelessnurse]

@ofhope replied to your post “Now that I have a new Gaming PC should I play...”:

While I'm not 100% on whether you'd like it or not, I've yet to hear any bad things about that game! Even folks who don't like that genre of game have been loving it from what I've seen.

​Yeah! I've heard that too. I'm definitely gonna try it out, at the very least!

#ooc #ofhope

[chibitantei]

@ofhope says: Kanji: ......... 🥺

is she a silly little cat, kanji, is she shaped like kitty, would you offer your soul to the kibby and give her food?

#ofhope #Crack: Get Smoked #(what a weird looking cat)

[rose-from-ashes]

YOU. Talk about Emet-Selch.

(Please? 💕 what is a Woe of his? what does he view living as a whole, does immortality skew his perspective of life? etc etc.)

OHHH MY FAVORITE HOBBY [cracks knuckles]

His woes are many, but one of them is how easily and painfully people die. He's inhabited many, many mortal bodies, and experienced thousands upon thousands of deaths. One he experiences more often than others due to his tendency to possess the rich is old age- over so many years, feeling his body fall apart, pain and weakness and wear and tear slowly taking hold. But his favorite for how quick (and admittedly, dramatic) it is by gunshot wound to the head or heart- he hears the crack, feels the hit, and he knows that it's time to leave the body, he doesn't usually have to hang around and bleed out.

His own deaths are commonplace to him now, though- he struggles with the deaths of others far more, because they will never come back the same as he does. They reincarnate, sure, he may even meet their soul again, but that is it's own kind of painful. This drives him to frustration and hurt when the topic comes up- Emet-selch is a creature of grief, always, no matter how cavalier his attitude, and yet somehow, people tend to accuse him of not caring at all, which stings almost as much as the loss itself sometimes.

Living is a complicated subject with him, largely because, as he once put it in a famous line that I actually have a sticker of,

To Emet-selch, to live is to do so freely. The less freedom one has, the less ability to look at each path, understand, and choose without fear, the less alive they are- they are simply robots that can hurt. And mortals are rarely free. They toil away their lives in struggle to survive, picking paths not because they want to but because they may die if they do not- entire lives pass by in struggle for richer men, or lying in bed with illness, or dying of starvation, poverty, abuse, et cetera. To him, a mortal life is painful and not much else, and it hurts him to see, so he turns off his empathy and pushes them towards calamity in hopes that some day, mortals will no longer be mortals, but the long lived, powerful Ancients they once were.

However, Emet is also painfully aware that when this goal is achieved, he will no longer be able to serve any purpose. In the course of trying to right an incredibly deep, painful wrong, he's committed his own absolutely horrific actions, slavery, genocide, and ultimately omnicide, to bring back a people who's times have long passed. He knows that he is not a good man, and the knowledge stings when pointed out, resulting in ugly, angry reactions. The founder of Garlemald and Allag does not belong in a kind world, and the gentler man he used to be is gone. In bringing back life as he believes it to be, he plans to condemn his own- he will, essentially, die on the spot, of his own choice, and return to the aether to be with those he has lost. Immortality is not a burden he plans to bear any longer than necessary. In fact, when he does eventually truly die (and it does not happen in the way he'd hoped), he is eventually given the option to return to life- and he refuses it, knowing that it isn't his place. He is content to be mortal again, along with his long lost friends.

#ofhope #am i still emotional about that scene in endwalker when he refuses to come back and instead tells the player about- #- all the beautiful things that they have to see #while he waits in the aetherial sea with hythlodaeus and hopes that when he reincarnates it will be at his friends' sides? #yes. next question #please do not reblog #c: emet selch