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psst … applications are currently opened, you should. yk apply wink wonk 💕💕

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Su whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he held you gently in his arms. His voice was like a flowing melody that has been blowing with the winds crossing through. Every word in his tone was filled with sugar-coated sweetness, like strawberries kissed in the bright haze of the day.

He caressed your waist in smooth, small circles and eventually on the way to your back with his warm hand. Continuing to talk more about you and you only—

“I love you, [Name].” This time, his tone went slightly seductive yet remained the sweetness inside it.

I love this man so much.

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Do it do it do it write for the honkai men please maybe it will motivate another writer 👀

THANK YOU OH MY GOSH!! I’ll try my best to post alot of content abt them so it can reach🙏🏼

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Hi, sorry to bother you, are requests open?

Of course! Requests are open for now, —so feel free to submit a prompt or something. ^_^

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THE STELLARON HUNTERS MEMBER APPLICATIONS ARE OPEN NOW! we graciously ask that you read our rules to determine your eligibility to sign up for our network, along with the requirements of reblogging our debut post & following this blog! results are out on JANUARY 14TH ( 8pm gmt+8 ).

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Me omw to become the only blog that mainly writes for Honkai impact men

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psst hey.. you hear that? that’s the sound of us reminding you that our applications open again in 3 days.. crazyyyy 👾

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Idk why I feel Anaxa is type of person who would write love letters to someone he like or has crush on ♡ (>w<)♡

That is so cute!

It's hard to say so soon, but from the glimpses we saw, he does seem to have a softer side. Something of a titular “old soul”, maybe he struggles to admit his feelings out loud. The letter — by which we exclusively mean the final piece after an uncountable amount of drafts — isn't actually meant to reach you. Not yet, at least, he'll tell himself.

Following what we saw at the Trailer, I think what would be possible as well is him performing ‘little’ tricks (they take years to master) to impress you. Or the more obvious one, sharing his knowledge with you (by that I mean even top secret things). Much food for thought.

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𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 repainting Mydei's markings

"Stay still, Mydei," you mutter under your breath, yet the room is quiet enough for him to definitely. You were tired, he even advised you to not wake up so early did you listen? not this time. You wanted to see him off and the excuse you could use to wake early is the markings on his toned body are beginning to fade—quite literally needing a fresh coat and you will be the person who gives it to him!

Even though every blink you take makes you feel like you're going to fall over—you still go through with it. Taking the paintbrush and drenching in the usually red paint colour, before applying it to his arm as you sat in front of him. A candle lighting up the space since the sun hasn't risen yet.

You glance up at him briefly, catching his gaze. His expression is unreadable, but you notice the faintest twitch of his lips—a smile—which wasn't unusual when he was gazing at you.

"You don't have to do this," he finally says, his voice low and calm. "I can handle it."

"I know," you reply, your voice barely louder than a whisper. "it would be hard for you to paint your back alone. Even if you get a servant I should be the one doing it."

"oh? And why is that?" your reasoning was going to be adorable, especially in this drowsy state like this. "Why should another person do it when I’m right here? I do it better anyways." you continue, trying to steady your hand as the brush moves smoothly along his skin.

"Of course you do,"

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╭──────     the challenge for a new king    ✦ ⸝⸝

            ✦   ⭑𓂃   honkai: star rail      ┆     mydei    .ᐟ                ──╯

𐔌  warnings. mentions of blood, ooc-mydei (written before official release)        ♟         notes. mydei kisserhood is infectious and so is the ithaca saga's "the challenge." my favorite mydei kisser sol (@st6rly) this is for you <33

           ━━━ art credits. hoyoverse        ♟         tags. @lowkeyren @starcharmed @mikashisus @https-sourlimes @dazaisms @powchakko @pneumosia ; if you'd like to be tagged, please fill out the forms on my pinned!!

                                 ౨ৎ crown prince of kremnos, mydeimos — your lover from a past life, eternally bound to you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

the clamor of suitors in the palace’s main hall rings in your ears like a cacophony of arrogant laughter. even in the comforts of your room, as your servants dress you in ceremonial robes — garments reserved for only the eyes of your husband now will lay bare for the hundreds of men waiting for you downstairs — strike a nervous trail of ice on your back.

from the corner of your eyes, you see your council take away the stacks of papers on your table. after all, your duty as a monarch will be stripped away once a king is chosen. you will no longer need to trouble yourself with this kingdom’s affair — it hurts you deeply; the people you’ve served since you were a child now bid you farewell without sparing you a second glance. 

“your highness,” a gruff voice from your bedroom door called out. “everyone is waiting for you at the banquet hall. they eagerly await your answer.”

with a sigh, you raise your hand to signal your servants to stop. all of them slowly step away from your figure as you grimace at your reflection. a white girdle wrapping around your frame and decked from head to toe with gold — you truly looked like a prize to be won. you turn on your heels and walk out of the comforts of your room, the high council and servants following you as your head remains low and eyes strained on the marble floor. the intricate swirls of red and gold marble, its presence guiding you the banquet hall, stir a bittersweet ache in your chest, reminding you of the weight of what will transpire today. shouts and whistles of men grow louder and louder, the noise making you tug at the red cloth in your hair. taking a deep breath, you steadied your nerves as the giant doors in front of you opened.

everyone stills like statues of grand heroes as you walk to your throne. your mother and father sit beside you and like any other day after deciding you were of age to marry. you father reminds you sternly about who to choose.

“a king must be courageous; unafraid of the lengths of danger to protect his kingdom.”

“does this length of danger include the death of his spouse?”

you don’t miss the sudden flash of panic in your father’s eyes as you continue to gaze at the massive banquet hall. heart hammering in your chest as one by one, your suitors came to the front to introduce themself. you barely gave them any attention, only prompting you to give a nod of acknowledgement. from the corner of your eye, you see your father whispering to a council member. they both look at you with a hint of agitation but you only shift your gaze in front. at one point, you had grown parch from all their introductions and asked for a servant to bring you a drink. as you sip the wine from your cup as each man grew bolder and bolder. you don’t recall them having to witness their introductions this close. 

irritation flared in you when you notice one of the guards stationed in front of your throne let one suitor approach you closely. if you had not glared at the guard, he would have only stood there, playing ignorant.

“enough,” your voice cut through the hall like a sharp knife. every man in the room — mother, father and council included — looked at you in shock. “i’ve had enough of listening to nonsensical chatter. we will settle this engagement the old fashioned way.”

before you can take another step down your throne, you feel your father tug at your arm in a single harsh motion. his eyes were blazing with frustration, searching for any reason why you would do this. in his survey, his eyes eventually settle on the piece of red cloth keeping your hair together before drifting to the band of gold on your right arm, the single blue bead mocking him as it glistened. you feel an onslaught of pride shattering words bubble in his throat but you don’t give him the chance to say them.

you dash down to the center table of the hall and take off the cloth hiding a giant spear. 

“whoever can wield my husband's old spear, and shoot it through twelve axes cleanly will be the new king, sit on the throne and rule with me as the monarch.”

the hall murmurs in confusion at your challenge. for all they knew, you were as pure as morning dew — unmarried. you tilt your head high, urging anyone to try and wield the heavy weapon. the challenge seemed easy enough on paper, but as the twelve axes were set in place and as you stood on the other end of them, no suitor dared to move from their place.

“[name] you will cease this behavior this instant and call off this challenge!” your father’s loud voice echoes in the hall as everyone turns their heads to stare you down. but you proudly stare back, face cold as you watch if anyone tries while your father angrily makes his way to the center table with the spear.

“how did you get this?!” he asks, turning to look at every staff member and council member present. “who gave it to you?! do you understand what you’ve done, child? you’re asking for a death wish!”

“you and i know, father, that the person who wields that weapon would not let a single scratch appear on my person.” you proudly exclaim, cradling the band on your arm tenderly. 

the guards present in the hall slowly circle your figure, weapons glinting in a deadly light as they point the blade to you. the silence following your proclamation was followed by a loud clattering of the spear against the marble floors echoes as your father struggles to stow it away. his frustration and your amusement was palpable — he might have been this kingdom’s most formidable fighter, but he still wasn’t a match for your lover. his eyes glare at you as you laugh, the sound so mocking more and more men began to try their luck but no one could even lift it an inch above the ground.

and then, the doors of the hall swings open with a thundering crash.

unconscious bodies of guards fall beneath his feet as his presence commanded the attention of everyone. clad in golden armor and a red tunic, mydei’s fierce eyes didn’t linger for even a second on anyone in the room until they settled on you. a glint of recognition and equal amusement flock his eyes — uncovering the many layers of depth of your history together.

the suitors part like the waves as he makes his way to the fallen spear on the floor. mydei easily lifts the spear in one fluid motion, ripping off the red cloth binding the golden blade. your breath hitches in your throat as memories of a past your family tried so hard to bury come rushing out — images of past battles and sacrifices, side by side you conquered, and a love too strong fate had to intervene. 

your husband has come to get you.

“i accept this challenge.” his voice is steady and calm, it cuts through every person in the room. 

you don’t move an inch in your spot on the other end of the axes, even as mydei prepared to shoot. gasps ripple through the walls, you remain unafraid of the man you know would find you no matter the distance. your father pales in the distance, ordering the remaining guards to disarm him immediately. he steps forward, blocking his shot, and angrily glares at the prince.

“you are the reason for [name]’s curse! you were the one to poison my child’s thinking with those relics from the past. they are no longer your lover! begone and never return!” he shouts but with one forceful shove, your father was face to face with the floor.

mydei’s grip on the spear tightens as he steps past your father, voice an octave lower and seething with rage.

“‘poison?’” he asks, incredulously. eyes narrowed dangerously at your father’s pitiful state on the floor. “is that what you call loyalty that defies death itself? or the truth you’ve tried to bury under lies and manipulation?”

he casts a quick glance at you as you chuckle under your breath. a brief moment of tenderness flicker in his gaze, a silent promise renewed.

your father desperately scrambles to his feet, his composure cracking under mydei’s presence and accusations. murmurs of questions erupts from the suitors. the high council pitifully tries to intervene, calling out to deafened ears, but they are overpowered by the man in red.

mydei shifts his focus back on the axes, ignoring your father’s weak protests. he hefts the spear with familiarity, wielding it as if it was as easy as breathing. the room watches with bated breath as he takes aim, you close your eyes and flashes of a younger warrior invades your mind.

his ash stricken arms and face, crying out to you to not leave him. with a small giggle, you oblige and vowed to fate itself, that if you were to ever leave his side, you will accept a punishment even worse than death. 

mydei throws the spear. as it soars through the air, you hear the axes clamor to the ground one by one by your feet as a strong gust of wind passes the side of your head. when you hear the twelfth axe fall to the ground, you open your eyes to the sound of gasps and cries of astonishment.

mydei strides in confidence, kicking past every axe cut in half, his gaze is locked on yours. with each step, you’re reminded of your past with him. the red scarf gifted on your birthday to survive against the cold, a golden band with a singular bead of blue he crafted with his bare hands, and the experience honed after years of training with him. he stops right before you and drops to one knee, one hand to his chest as he plants the spear upright before him.

“you were always the reckless one between the two of us,” his low chuckle sent shivers down your spine, his gaze holding the weight of promises from past lives. “you remain to have the final say, my love. will you defy fate with me once more?”

as if to emphasize his words, flashes of the past glimmer in the back of your mind like a newly discovered gem. through bloodshed and sacrifices in vain — every bloody death centered around you — you find small moments of respite. beneath the shade of an olive tree, you and mydei find a moment of solace, resting side by side as the weight of your vow comes crashing down.

“you are a careless monarch,” he grumbles, ruffling the blonde hair you’ve kept neat despite the chaos. he sighs, chest heaving as he breathes and looks at you almost forlornly. “you’ve cursed yourself for eternity with me.”

“how is that a curse?” you rebut with a smile. you tear your eyes from him and suddenly the landscape darkens. stone by stone, a palace is built around the olive tree you both cherished. from your side, mydei stands. his helm in hand, his hands and voice commanding as more and more servants appear before you, while you sat idly by the tree’s base. a smile — soft and adoring — as mydei tries to hide the flush of his cheeks.

he turns his head slightly to ask, “an eternity with me… do you not find that revolting?”

you chuckle, your voice carrying a warmth that contrasts the night sky that’s making its presence known. “if it were eternity with anyone else, i would agree,” you reply, fingers brushing mindlessly at the bark of the olive tree. “my dear mydei, with you, it is a gift i would always ask for.”

he stills, movement halting with time as the palace is engulfed in flames. his gaze once sharp now softens as he approaches you, “you say that now,” he murmurs, kneeling before you. “but will you feel the same when the weight of eternity and fate crush you? when all but me begins to fade, and only we remain, will you still call the love that binds us a blessing?”

you cradle his face in your hand relish how he melts in your palm. even with the distant clamor of death and destruction, his eyes remained glued to you. gently, your fingers begin to brush against his cheek as he sighs in contentment. “love will always be a blessing for us. i will never regret loving you, mydei. not even for a single moment. through all the bloodshed, sacrifices, and lifetime… my heart has never wavered.”

mydei closes his eyes, “you have always been braver than i. always the first to shift the burden of us on your shoulders, even if doubts claws at you.”

“and i have you to thank for always being my reason,” you counter. “to fight, to endure, to hope. even in another life, i will always find my way back to you — or find a way for you to find me.”

the vision begins to fade, the palace halls taking life of its own, stretching far beyond the olive tree that remains at its heart — a symbol of your eternal love. even as the present rushes back, you find yourself clutching mydei’s hand, the warmth of his palm grounding you.

“and if i must be cursed,” your whisper, a loving smile gracing your lips. “then let it always be with you and no one else.”

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Writing Notes: Rhetorical Devices

Some Examples

Anacoluthon - Syntactical inconsistency or incoherence within a sentence, especially: a shift in an unfinished sentence from one syntactic construction to another. ("you really should have—well, what do you expect?")

Anadiplosis - Repetition of a prominent and usually the last word in one phrase or clause at the beginning of the next. ("rely on his honor—honor such as his?")

Analepsis - A literary technique that involves interruption of the chronological sequence of events by interjection of events or scenes of earlier occurrence; flashback.

Antiphrasis - The usually ironic or humorous use of words in senses opposite to the generally accepted meanings. ("this giant of 3 feet 4 inches")

Apophasis - The raising of an issue by claiming not to mention it. ("we won't discuss his past crimes")

Aporia - An expression of real or pretended doubt or uncertainty especially for rhetorical effect. ("to be, or not to be: that is the question")

Chiasmus - An inverted relationship between the syntactic elements of parallel phrases. ("working hard, or hardly working?")

Dysphemism - The substitution of a disagreeable, offensive, or disparaging expression for an agreeable or inoffensive one. ("greasy spoon is a dysphemism for the word diner")

Epistrophe - Repetition of a word or expression at the end of successive phrases, clauses, sentences, or verses especially for rhetorical or poetic effect. ("of the people, by the people, for the people")

Hypallage - An interchange of two elements in a phrase or sentence from a more logical to a less logical relationship. ("you are lost to joy for joy is lost to you")

Hyperbaton - A transposition or inversion of idiomatic word order ("judge me by my size, do you?")

Pleonasm - The use of more words than those necessary to denote mere sense; redundancy. ("I saw it with my own eyes")

Syllepsis - The use of a word in the same grammatical relation to two adjacent words in the context with one literal and the other metaphorical in sense. ("she blew my nose and then she blew my mind")

Synecdoche - A figure of speech by which a part is put for the whole (such as fifty sail for fifty ships), the whole for a part (such as society for high society), the species for the genus (such as cutthroat for assassin), the genus for the species (such as a creature for a man), or the name of the material for the thing made (such as boards for stage).

Zeugma - The use of a word to modify or govern two or more words usually in such a manner that it applies to each in a different sense or makes sense with only one. ("opened the door and her heart to the homeless boy")

As with all fields of serious and complicated human endeavor (that can be considered variously as an art, a science, a profession, or a hobby), there is a technical vocabulary associated with writing.

Rhetoric - the study of writing or speaking as a means of communication or persuasion, and though a writer doesn’t need to know the specific labels for certain writing techniques in order to use them effectively, it is sometimes helpful to have a handy taxonomy for the ways in which words and ideas are arranged. This can help to discuss and isolate ideas that might otherwise become abstract and confusing.

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MY BELOVED ANAXA??? OH MY GOSH

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Happy new years, everyone! May you all have a joyous year ahead— ^_^

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Feeling a bit better,, im going back now