#Brother Hanu

[the-astral-express-archive]

Honkai: Star Rail | Pom-Pom Gallery: Phone Wallpapers

[headcanon-territory]

Do not separate Hanuclockie, Do not reverse it

[anhilliator1]

The fact that Hoyo not only imply that Hanunue and Mikhail were gay, they also said who topped who

No, I'm not kidding

There is a bit of text in the new event where there's a warning not to break Hanu's clock, but in the CN version, it reads like this:

"Hanu and Clockie. Do not break, do not reverse."

Do not break & do not reverse is effectively CN fandom code that states "Do not break this ship and do not switch top and bottom."

[constantlyoverthinking]

[mifeeey]

[grunt-man-hanu]

*Grunts in an even cooler way to assert dominance*

-@the-coolest-character-in-hsr

*grunts in the coolest way possible*

[spellbound037]

Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu Mikhanu

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

A Brother Hanu profile picture you get for doing all his mini games on the map

[the-coolest-character-in-hsr]

”Hmph.”

You find yourself in front of the Dreamscape TV, the source of the “It’s Morphin’ time! Hanu!” Video game where you become Hanu himself.

But then the gremlin on the tv turns towards you, letting out a confused yet acknowledging grunt. Did the cartoon Brother Hanu just come to life?

“Hmph.”

Yes indeed, he is now aware. Before you know it he is now hopping out of the TV, staring up at you with his super cool sunglasses.

I guess here’s your chance to get to know the coolest guy in existence.

Notes from the Moderator:

This is a Brother Hanu RP Blog!

Yes Hanu was based on a real historical figure in the game’s lore, however the blog is focused on the Cartoon version and the Cartoon version solely, he’s his own person here.

Guidelines for Interaction:

-Character usually only speaks in Grunts, Growls, Snarls, and most commonly the iconic “Hmph.” So don’t come expecting full English from Hanu (However if dialogue gets too complicated mod will come in with a vague explanation of what he means)

-RP ask friendly, It’s a RP blog after all, I’m a little socially awkward sometimes however so I might not speak too much out of character but I’d still like to interact with y’all in RP (OC’s are also welcome)

-Anons are very welcome, you can even label yourself as “[insert thing/emoji] anon” and you can get a tag if you show up enough, plus it’s just easier for RP blogs who want to keep their main blogs anonymous

-Magic Anons that make Hanu speak English are allowed but don’t spam it (2-5 ask cooldown)

-SFW Only, suggestive themes are allowed with a warning however

-Otherwise have fun, and no homophobia, or racism or any of that you will get a “Hmph!” Of pure disgust.

Unlike my other RP Blog Hanu does not use a tag system, it’s just whatever

Other Blogs the Mod Runs if you’d like to check those out:

(Disclaimer they’re not all the same fandom)

@penaconys-hound (Gallagher from Honkai: Star Rail)

@trash-president-real (Trash President (OC) Honkai: Star Rail)

[bouncybrain]

I don't interact with the HSR community so I'm just going to put the 2.2 spoilers here just in case because I'm so mad. I'm genuinely upset with the story. This is why I've had to take breaks going through Penacony it makes me feel like my brain is leaking and I need to rant about this at ass-o'clock

We got on Penacony and they were like "well nobody really knows all that much about the Watchmaker so like lol go find out" and then they took forever to get there.

I walked onto Penacony, looked straight at Misha, and went "what are you talking about I'm done I've found him what else do you want from me, can Dan Heng come back and play yet" because you're telling me they finally dropped us on Penacony with a storyline about "The Watchmaker's Legacy" and also just a guy with a pocket watch we hang out with in a weird dream place and thought they were being subtle? Why do I have to sit through all of this. Give us a skip button.

Repeatedly hammering information into the dialogue doesn't make for a good story, a good twist, a good hint, or even good character development/backstory reveals. There is no subtlety here. The only "mysteries" we have are just plot threads that they haven't given us any information about. Like "WOW WHAT'S THIS DEATH THING WOAHHHHHH" and then doing nothing about it until they're like "WHOOPS HAHA GALLAGHER DID IT??? WOW WHAT A SHOCK!" and then they're like "WOAH THAT'S SAM?????? CRAZY! I WONDER WHAT ELSE" and then dropping "SIKE THAT'S FIREFLY!" and now they're like "HEY REMEMBER MISHA HE WAS THE WATCHMAKER ALL ALONG ISN'T THAT WILD!" Where did the Gallagher-Death team come from? Why? There were no hints. Where did Sam being Firefly come from? Sure, having a Stellaron Hunter present makes sense, but what the fuck does this have to do with anything? I don't care. (Seeing Blade in a suit driving a car was nice though.) And, as stated, I already knew Misha was the fucking Watchmaker from the goddamn start.

Honkai: Star Rail's story could be so much better. Actually going through the story could be so much better. I am, surprisingly, capable of getting sucked into a game's story even when it has less intense gameplay than HSR. (I played "In Other Waters" around this time last year and it was fantastic! I enjoyed it a lot! Here's the link to the game on Steam if you're curious.) There's so much more to crafting a long, ongoing story with moving parts than simply dumping all relevant info in massive clumps while repeating said relevant info at any possible moment. I could critique a lot of the recent choices they make with their storytelling. I've been writing this rant while waiting TO FUCKING MOVE AGAIN. I already figured out everything they're telling me!

Just give me my new hat. And I want this next adventure to be with Dan Heng, please. Please. He pays attention and I don't have to explain something I figured out months ago.

[wingless-wolf]

Has anyone done a comparison on miniboss locations in botw vs totk?

Cause it's honesty quite interesting

[relaxtimestwo]

⋆｡˚ Stelle x Firefly ⋆｡˚

Started off as pose practice with the galactic baseballer but I wound up drawing a page with the two of them (featuring brother hanu).

I absolutely love Firefly's design! You really start to appreciate the details when you're forced to draw them;;; It's so cool how her firefly and hourglass theme works so well with her backstory and role in the story so far.

references for three of the poses

[lucianhuntress]

Day 10. Sunday x Reader: 26. “How did you find me?”

This one escalated and is slightly longer than the others so far. 🙇‍♀️

The big Halloween festival everyone has been waiting for has finally arrived in Penacony. The streets are decorated with bats, pumpkins, spiderwebs and silly looking ghosts. People wear a wide range of costumes: IPC armor, Robin, the Astral Express crew and different characters from Clockie seem to be popular among the masses.

It is a good excuse for you to wear a cute version of the Hamster Ball Knight; ears and clothes that match his colors —not forgetting a cute little acorn plushie and an acorn bag.

Robin was the one who invited you out as she wanted to introduce you to someone; someone you feel slightly nervous of as you have heard he is quite in high position on Penacony— and he is your best friend's brother on top of it all.

Festivals like these are perfect excuse for Robin to wear an outfit that makes her unrecognizable; her being the most famous songstress on Penacony and all.

“What does he look like?” You ask from Robin, who is dressed up as an origami bird.

“Oh, I think we're slightly similar. Last time I saw him he had silvery hair like me— oh and he is Halovian too.” Robin seems to be enjoying herself, admiring other people's costumes while eating a candied apple she picked up from a stall earlier. “But he didn't tell me what kind of outfit he would wear.” 

“Should you text him? It's like searching for a needle in a haystack.”

Robin whips out her phone and starts typing a message. Just then, someone taps her shoulder gently. You both turn to face the tall man behind the two of you, wearing a Hanu outfit; large, black sunglasses, a dark-gray hat and a navy blue coat.

His visible silvery hair, and wings at the back of his neck are the revealing aspects of his true identity.

“Sunday!” Robin exclaims, pulling her brother into a hug and his shades nearly fall off in the process. Your eyes meet his golden ones briefly and you feel a tiny flutter in your chest as he smiles at you weakly while tapping Robin’s low-poly shoulder.

“Robin was just about to text you,” you explain happily. At least you'd be able to continue the festival exploration without a worry.

“Oh, right! This one here is my brother Sunday and this cute hamster is—” 

“I've heard about you,” Sunday speaks with a cautious undertone in his voice as he eyes you up and down. His golden gaze lingers on you even when speaks to his sister: “shall we?”

You and Robin change knowing looks and you grab her arm as you continue walking down the street full of people, stalls and music while chatting casually and you and Sunday catching each other from eyeing the other one a few times. You're not sure if you're feeling extra warm because of the crowds or because of Sunday’s appreciative glances.

As you get deeper into the festival area, the amount of people increases and suddenly it's hard to move around without elbowing someone. Somewhere in the masses you end up losing Robin and Sunday. That's what you get for checking out a creepily decorated stall.

All alone in the crowd you wonder if you should just stay at one place or go somewhere obvious and text Robin. You look around and notice a Halloween decorated gigantic Clockie in the middle of the street, dividing the crowd like a rock in a stream of water. That would be a good spot to wait for the others at.

You pick up your phone and are surprised to find out you have no battery left. So much for texting Robin. So you do the next best thing and push your way through the crowd and make it to the statue. You sit down at its feet and hold on to your acron bag and plushie for comfort.

A few moments later, what feels like an eternity but is equal to just a couple of minutes. You notice someone sitting down next to you and you turn to him— Sunday. He is looking at you behind his shades, not knowing how his eyes wander and take in all of your details from much closer range.

“How did you find me?” you ask, not sure if you want to jump and hug him or cry after being so alone and helpless to call anyone.

He chuckles, knowing something you clearly don't, but you're happy to see a familiar face. “I knew I had to come here,” he answers ominously, lowering his sunglasses, “worry not, I know where Robin is and we can leave if you want to…” his voice trails off as he ponders on his own words.

“Or we can sit here a bit longer?” Your question is sudden, like you weren't even supposed to ask that, yet somehow you want to stay there slightly longer with Sunday.

“Well,” he begins and moves closer to you. You swallow, heat pooling down your stomach and you can't take your eyes off of him. “This statue is oddly comfortable.”

[welcometotheunknownlosers]

Misha edit into my au!

This is my first time editing a sprite, so i didnt put everything I wanted but i think it turned out okay for the first time

The basic concept for the idea is that Misha is brought back via a mix of memory, and through the bits of him that live in Penacony. However, memory is not infallible, and something goes wrong during the process. This results in his physical form being corrupted, a vague recollection of the dream boy and the cartoons that contain his life story. All references for his doodle design:

Hat looks more like Brother Hanu’s

Clock for Clockie

Tail For Boss Stone

Revolver at his waist for Captain Revolver

Broken Mirror for Miss Mirror

Piano tiles for the Child’s dream piano

Basically at first he’d be violent n stuff which is what half of the stuff is for like attacks but later he‘d calm down n stuff n be a little guy

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Ok so I'm here with my Lakshman x Angad bromance propaganda (your V and Hanu propaganda inspired me lol)

Some headcanons

— They first meet in Kishkindha after Ram killed Vali.

— They didn't liked eachother at first and avoided eachother, because Angad was kinda still grasping his father's death and Lakshman didn't trust him enough could he was well Vali's son.

— But after sometimes they started to warm up with eachother because of their similar sassy personality.

— And they became absolutely inseparable when the ‘Mission: Search for Sita’ started

— Angad being younger is often babied by Lakshman, because babying him reminds Lakshman of Shatrughan and it makes him kinda happy and warm to have someone like his twin after so many years living in forest.

— They both loves to gossip about the war and how big of a fool Ravan is.

— Lalshman stoic and angry young man nature only doesn't work on front of some people, and Angad is one one them. They are both crackheads together.

— They'd often stay awake (and if you go by the Lakshman never slept then awake for all night) and talk about different things to eachother.

— This was the first time Lakshman properly opened up and talked about his father's death to someone other than his brothers all those years ago.

— Both of them talked about their feelings on their father's death and how they felt about it. (Lakshman cried and it was the first time he ever cried before someone other than his family)

— They both were sceptical of Vibhishan at first but later started to respect him more.

— Lakshman found it absolutely hilarious when Angad had went to Ravan's court just before the war and disrespected the shit out of him. He was so proud he almost cried.

— Angad was heartbroken and silently panicking when Lakshman was injured. He was worried and hugged Lakshman tightly the next day. (IT WAS THEIR FIRST BIG HUG)

— After the war and everything, when the trio were returning to Ayodhya. Angad was heartbroken that he'd loose his bestie and won't see him regularly but also happy that he'd finally go home.

Can't think of anything else right now so yeah take this :D

GURLLLLLL

OMG NOW IM INVESTED (also so sorry it took me so long to answer haha im buried in classes and assignments lol)

Also I imagine Angad trying to stay awake for as much as possible to give Lakshman company but the latter is like "Bro if you don't sleep Imma shoot you!"

Also gossipping about Ravan is SO real HSJDFSJDF and thats when V joins them too I like to imagine XD

Also Laksh having a proud brother moment after Angad's diss at Ravan is canon 100%

THEY HUGGED. OMG THEY HUGGED

[melancholic-hues]

the hectic way of things (take a break)

posted on AO3

fandom - honkai: star rail

rating - general audiences

warning - no warnings apply

category - f/m

pairings - boothill/robin ; robin & sunday ; boothill & robin ; boothill & robin

tags - written before version 2.2 ; alternate universe ; second chapter is written after 2.2

word count - 2208/10056 words

chapters - 2/2

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Sunday tosses the trash out and places the tray on the existing stack of them, brushes his gloves off any stray crumbs, and walks back to their table. Robin and Boothill, strangely, aren’t talking.

He sits down, brows creased and suspicious in his eyes. “Is there something wrong?”

Robin looks uncharacteristically nervous. “Nothing of the sort. Uhm.” Her hands are clasped together. “Brother. Can we go on Hanu’s Great Escape together?”

His first instinct is to turn it down.

He should’ve.

He doesn’t go on roller coasters, they’re too childish for him, as someone who’s supposed to be running this place.

But the day has worn down his stubbornness and disdain for such immature attractions, and Robin looks too hopeful — she’s obviously been pondering over this for a long time, judging from her expression — for him to turn down the offer.

“Please?” Robin tries.

Sunday sighs, shoulders dropping. “I suppose just this once is fine.”

His sister’s reaction is worth going on every ride here for. Xipe’s puzzle pieces, has he not been indulging her all her wants for this long? Wait, nevermind. He hasn’t. Right. Work has caught up to him, buried him completely and ate up every bit of his free time. He’d always assumed she had other people, notably Boothill (Sunday still dislikes him), but neglected to actually spend time with his sister.

Time has strained their relationship far too thin. He’ll do this for her, to make up for yet another one of his many…

Robin gets up, pulling Boothill along. “Really?”

Sunday smiles. “Of course. I haven’t spent much leisure time with you for far too long.”

If that makes Robin upset, she shows no indication of it. “Great! The attraction is on the other side of the park, if that’s okay?” Nevertheless, Boothill grabs her purse and his hat, and they start walking.

Sunday stands, hands behind his back, and follows along.

***

“That is the ride…?” he asks after what must have been at least twenty minutes of walking. Everything in Penacony is luxury and grandeur (just look at their portion sizes and highways), and he doesn’t expect to get through this entire park in under ten minutes at all. It’s the best of the best in the entire universe.

“Yup!” Robin confirms, standing at its gates. There is a giant arch overhead that reads, ‘Hanu’s Great Escape,’ in muted bubble letters. Finding the entrance to this ride is notoriously difficult. After a few minutes of failure, they finally found it. Robin had looked very embarrassed when they finally arrived at the entrance.

The ride is one of the most famous coasters in Penacony alone, and the so-called ‘second best’ in this theme park. The first is obviously the Watchmaker (he can’t decide whether the names are corny or genius), the one that shoots straight up and back down again. Other rides aside, ‘Hanu’s Great Escape’ is one of the longest thrill rides at the park, standing at two minutes and five seconds. It’s a wooden coaster, for a change, but built with state-of-the-art technology. Wooden coasters aren’t something you see in every amusement park here in Penacony anymore.

“Ah.” Sunday swallows, nodding along and a pleasant expression on his face. Doesn’t Robin think this is too… thriller of a ride to go on immediately after having lunch? Well, he certainly does. He understands taking Boothill on, since the Ranger has mechanical insides and all, but them? Two Halovians with actual nervous systems and a brain that processes nausea and such feelings? He hasn’t been to an amusement park in ages. He’s inexperienced with going on rides.

Robin gives him a suspicious look. “My dear brother… you’re not… scared, are you?”

Boothill snorts from behind them. All the Aeons above, Sunday is still going to strangle him.

Just to spite (and preserve his status as the leader of Penacony), Sunday clears his throat, his posture uptight and regal. “That’s a silly question. I’ve seen, and been through, way worse than simple roller coasters like this.”

“Well, what are you hesitating for?” Robin sweetly asks. “Boothill?”

The cyborg shakes his head. “Naw. You two can go.”

Robin nods and gives her purse to Boothill, who hoops it over his shoulder. The sparkly baby-blue-and-pink purse is quite the sight on the cyborg’s more red-and-black colors. His sister heads inside the flash pass gate. Sunday follows after her, weaving through the maze of metal railings and turns. The normal line is… extremely long. People buzz with chatter, patiently waiting in these lines. Some of them shoot him and Robin looks upon seeing them skip the wait.

Sunday shakes off the stares as easy as cake. They finally step up the platform of the ride, handing their flash passes over to the gatekeeper to scan. The gatekeeper lets them in.

“Okay, we have two choices.” Robin holds up her left hand in a peace sign. With her other index finger, she taps her left index finger. “One: the first row and experience the visual intensity. Or — ” she taps her middle finger — “we go in the back to feel the physical intensity. This is scientifically proven, by the way. There is no middle choice.”

“You can choose,” he offers.

Robin levels him with a stare. “Back or front?”

He looks at the coaster, full of its twists and turns and loops and drops, and manages, “the back.” He is not going to look near-death in the eye. The intensity differences can’t be that drastic; he won’t even know the difference. Confirmation bias and other psychological effects aside.

“Okay!” They head toward the end lane with the least amount of people. They just have to wait around three more turns. It’s not that long, but not exactly speedy either. He wonders how long some of these non-flash pass holders have been standing in line for. Thirty minutes? Perhaps even longer? Most likely.

“You were very happy today, sister,” he notes when Robin bounces on her heels.

“I am!” Robin grins. “It’s been so long since you stepped out of the mansion, and it’s been so long since I’ve been able to have fun like this. I would love to do this more often, but I love my fans too much to entirely give up on them,” Robin smiles. She’s right; it has been some time since they’ve both stepped away from the public’s eye.

Does he yearn for when they were younger, when he and Robin could sneak away to play together? Sunday would not like his childhood body back, but he certainly does miss those carefree days. Now, that kind of wish is just silly and impossible to return to for the Dreammaster’s children like him. Robin has leniency since she is an interstellar superstar. He does not. He is running this place.

“I agree. You should take care of yourself more,” Sunday softly chides. “I don’t want you overworking yourself.” Robin comes first, before all his other priorities. The Family and the Dreammaster still haven’t forgiven him for placing his own sister first over Penacony’s Charmony Festival.

“You too. Out of the two of us, I think you should rest more. Staying up all night will take a toll on you, no matter how tough you project yourself to be. You’re not just a leader, brother.” His sister turns away from him and shifts a few steps forward in the line as the next cart comes. “You’re a person too.”

Sunday is silent, then. Robin rarely openly discusses that. What prompted her to do so this time? Perhaps it’s the atmosphere of this place.

“Perhaps,” Sunday simply responds with. It is the best he can do.

He is not just ‘a person.’ Both of them are, in theory, people. But they carry responsibilities and wield abilities that do not conform to average standards. Today is as average as people like them can get. Sunday tries not to dwell on his sister’s words.

The cart comes and goes, and before you know it, it’s their turn. Robin steps into the platform and sits down, pulling the harness over her and locking it in place with ease. Sunday does the same. The remaining two seats adjacent to theirs are empty; the next group contains three people, so they’re waiting for the next coaster.

“Is this safe?” he whispers to Robin.

“We’re gonna be fine,” she reassures. “This was tested a hundred times over. We are not the exception to the scientifically-proven facts.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Sunday, one more word about this ride and I think you might be scared of this,” Robin teases.

He shuts up.

The ride starts, and the cart moves. He closes his eyes, presses the back of his head firmly to the headrest of the seat, and prays to Xipe for the best.

The cart goes uphill, onto an incline, and his body tilts back with it. “Sister, is everything fine with you over there?”

“Yes, brother, yes yes yes,” she deadpans. “Here, hold my hand.” Robin reaches out and pries his right hand off the handlebars on the harness, taking his gloved hands in hers. “There. You’re safe.” Her voice is soothing and calm, washing over him and calming his nerves — the effects of Harmony.

Sunday can’t help but think how it used to be him who would do that.

The cart reaches the top of the hill, clawing its way forward agonizingly slow.

He squeezes her hand, his hold dead tight.

“You’re definitely scared,” Robin laughs.

“Am I hurting you?” Sunday asks, moving to pull his hand away.

“No, you’re not.” Robin squeezes back.

The cart stops, inching over the drop. There are a few laughs, screams.

Sunday recites a few prayers in his head, and the cart drops.

Everything starts all at once, from the screams to the cart clanging against the rails to the ringing in his ears. He is pretty sure he is screaming. Robin is laughing, holding their intertwined hands up in the air. His left hand is clutched on the metal handlebar. You can’t even pry it off if you want to. His heart is beating in double time, blood rushing in his ears.

The wind slaps his face, ruffling his hood and blowing through his hair, as they twist and turn in the tracks. His body shoots dangerously close to the ground, then he is propelled upwards again.

Then – Robin’s laughing rings above all the screaming. It’s clear and defiant, pulling his attention away from his less-than-favorable (PLEASE GET HIM OUT) predicament right now. Through the wind, Sunday turns to look at his sister, her smile wide and carefree like a songbird soaring in the sky, elusive to anyone who tried to capture her.

He is so startled at this, seeing Robin rid of the chains of the Dreammaster’s children and the stage, and mesmerized at the same time. He shuts his eyes, the wind crashing into him over and over again.

The ride slows, and Robin’s laughter gradually fades away. She wipes away the tears that gathered at her eyes from the wind and brushes through her wig.

He turns back front and lets out a breath, shoulders dropping and eyes wide. He thinks that if he lifts his hand, it will shake uncontrollably. The cart lets out a huff, for lack of a better word, and the harnesses lift. Robin drops his hand as she gets up.

The two minutes had passed by like nothing.

He gets up, hands clenched in fists, and follows Robin and the crowd out the exit gates. The exit is on the other side of the attraction, and Boothill is nowhere to be seen.

“How was it?” Robin reaches up and fixes his hood for him.

Sunday blinks.

He can’t help it.

He laughs, a hand slightly covering his mouth. “That was amazing,” he smiles, something pure and genuine and he hasn’t done that in a long time, his eyes crinkling.

Robin is in awe. At something.

“Hm?” Sunday’s stupid smile isn’t going away. It feels like the coaster has blown off some of the weight on his shoulders. What is this feeling?

His sister shakes herself out of her trance. “Nothing. You look happy.”

“As do you.”

“Princess!” Boothill lifts a hand, and Robin grins, jogging toward him. Sunday doesn’t let the cyborg’s presence wipe the silly look off his face, closely trailing behind Robin. When Boothill sees Sunday, his eyes narrow and whispers something to Robin. In front of Sunday’s face. Oh well.

“I’ll tell you about the coaster later. Can we go on the Watchmaker now? Please?” Robin looks at Boothill, eyes shining with glee.

“One coaster was enough for me,” Sunday admits. “Hanu’s Great Escape was fun, but I’d rather not go on that as my second time riding a coaster. You can go with Boothill.”

“I understand!” Robin’s face, this time, does not show any disappointment. The adrenaline from the coaster has died down in him, but it is still up and kicking in Robin, it seems. “Boothill.”

“Fine by me,” the cowboy shrugs. “You comin’, darlin’?”

Robin slips her hand in Boothill’s. “Let’s go.”

Sunday tucks his hands in his pockets, drops the tension from his shoulders, and goes along.