#HES IMAGINARY HARMONY

[solplease]

HELP JP ACCOUNT POSTED SUNDAY DRIP MARKETING TOO EARLY. AND THEN DELETED THE POST LMFAOOOO

HIS DESIGN IS UNDER THE CUT (just in case)

[allpromarlo]

correct me if i’m wrong but is there ONE male hsr character whose type is quantum. cuz. uh

[generalsdiary]

im not a sunday apologist BUT DEAR GODS THIS MAN CAN NOT COME OUT SOON ENOUGH

[himejoshibutch]

SUNDAY DRIP MARKET????

[haliaiii]

I know it’s gonna be highly unlikely and he’s probably gonna be imaginary but I’m holding hope that Sunday will be quantum bc I barely have any other ones besides qingque and lynx 😭😭

[arsen1cs4ng0]

sometimes i wish i could escape from this planet and go to the starlands in my head where vosim and marshmallow and little guy are. then i don't have to worry about abusers or manipulators there, it's a peaceful place!! it's just a place where i can feel happy and safe and loved <:]

[shamehaversoffontaine]

you gotta tell me if theres an aeon in that box dude. if youre toting yaoshi the abundance around like A Luggage you have to disclose that to people.

[homoeroticvillain]

there was some post a while ago that was like tag the last character you wrote about and last game you played. and for me it was nagito and star rail so i made the joke that that sounds like a crossover i would make and not tell anyone about. anyways guess what

[fukounaboy]

WHRHAGAH HE'S SO PRETTY I LOVE HIM. :( </3 /pos

[yaekiss]

i finally have come to terms with the fact that I DON'T ACTUALLY NEED jiaoqiu OR feixiao OR lingsha OR any of the characters coming up🥲 and that if I want Sunday on my team I'm gonna need to wait for him to escape the basement 😮‍💨

Mihoyo please let my husband go he didn't do anything wrong (he did several war crimes and I still can't beat his 3-stage boss)

WOWWWWW what a turnaround!! Sunday is slowly taking that banner down, all the while still eyeing you... take my outstretched hand nonnie, and onwards to the Saving for Sunday Society! (SSS)

I understand your pain with the 3-stage boss nonnie... I had to rage quit hsr and cool off by playing Roblox so many times orz,,, I ended up consulting like every friend group that I knew plays hsr in order to come up with the ultimate boss smashing team ;; I also referred to a lot of youtube guides LOL

Will you be pulling for Sunday's lightcone when he's released? :O

[gachaparadise]

Imaginary. He's Imaginary. Why are we still here just to suffer. Excited for him to be confirmed for playable for the third time but goddamn they keep doing this to me.

[damagecompilation]

id write welt if my hi3 knowledge wasnt fuzzy atm regarding him

[4giorno]

i was like eh i dont care at all abt watching the star rail livestream and now this is the time they announce theyre giving a whole ass limited 5* for free WAIT POST CANCELLED sunday was in the stream im losing my fucking mind

[thehauntedetheral]

YANDERE PAINTER

Requests are open !

• You were not at all a art person. You appreciated all the artist and their passion for their art but you were just not interested.

• But your bestfriend she is a huge art person especially passionate about painting and painters.

• If anyone asked your bestfriend about painters and painting she would start her lecture on painters from today's time till the 1700s knowing every painter, everything. Meanwhile on the other hand you don't know any other painter than Picasso. That too you just knew his name nothing else.

• Your bestfriend attends every painting exhibition and forcefully drags you with her to every exhibition hence here you are staring at a painting you have no idea about while your bestfriend rambled like a maniac.

"The colours, the brush strokes, the technique, everything is just flawless y/n" your bestfriend said while you nodded absent mindly.

"You know the painter's whose exhibition this is. Is a lot famous despite being quite young and he is good looking too. His paintings are just out worldly and their price at auctions go to crazy numbers. And I heard he is here at the exhibition I hope we could get to meet him." Your bestfriend continued rambling while you felt some people looking at you and whispered something between themselves and when you made eye contact with them they just gave you a polite smile. Weird you thought.

• You both moved towards next various painting when at one painting you and your bestfriend jaws just fell down. You were not an art person and you didn't understand a single thing about paintings. But this one really made your jaw fell down because the painting infront of you is of a face of a woman and that face is none other than yours. The same eyes, lips, hairs. It was like looking at a mirror.

• Is this some kind of prank getting filmed for internet? What in the actual fuck is going on? Now you know why many people were looking at you and talking because they saw this painting. They thought you were the women in the painting.

• You looked at the painting with more focused mind and yes still definitely your face looking more beautiful than that in reality filled with warm colours.

"What is going on?" You asked your bestfriend.

"I have no idea. How did your face ended up as Yan's painting???" Your bestfriend asked with the same curiosity.

• Before you know your bestfriend has marched to get the exhibition incharge and what not people to get your answers.

• You just stood there thinking of many possibilities. Could it be that he painted a imaginary face but it ended up being real? Or some other person has the same exact face as you and they modelled for this painting? Your mind was creating many theories.

• When someone came and stood beside you. A good looking tall man with an expensive blazer smiled at you and introduced himself.

"Hello. I am yan the painter of this painting you are looking at." He said while looking at you like a child looks at moon.

"How did I ended up on your painting?" You asked not sure what was going on.

"Oh I just drew a imaginary face. I didn't knew it existed and that too thousands times more beautiful than my painting." Yan said making you blush. And thinking yes my theory is correct.

• But what you didn't knew was that yan lied. This painting was not his imagination but is inspired by you. He just lied to you to avoid any suspicions.

• The story of how you ended in his painting is that when you were on a vacation a few months ago yan was there too for his exhibition. He saw your face only for a few minutes while you were passing. He just ..... He just got hypnotized.

• Your facial features harmony, your eyes, your hairs they were just perfect. Just flawless . As if you were god's best creation.

• He was sad that he only saw you for a few minutes. But he was mesmerized.

• Days passed by but your face kept popping up in his mind every other minute. Too often. Too much.

• That he stopped working on his upcoming projects and instead started painting your face. He tried his best to paint your face even though he saw you only for few minutes.

• He drew, sketched, painted hundreds, thousands of times your face but he still felt that they are injustice to your ethereal beauty.

• He didn't knew your name, age, address anything but he was obsessed. It's just that some crazy passion rushes through his body whenever he looked at your face drawn on canvas.

• His whole studio, house is filled with your paintings in different colours, size, expressions.

• He kept your paintings as a treasure to himself thinking only he is worthy to look upon. That even though much insisting from his secretary he didn't gave any of your paintings to show on exhibition. He don't want strangers to look at his beautiful inspiration.

• But his secretary didn't listen to yan and secretly put it in today's exhibition hoping that somehow with this painting put out open will he be able to find you and stop his this crazy madness about you.

• Upon seeing your painting on the exhibition yan was furious and was About to cancel the exhibition when your bestfriend came rushing to his secretary asking how her friend y/n ended in Yan's painting? Hearing this all his anger was kept aside and he just started looking for you. His inspiration.

• And hence here you are both standing beside each other infront of the painting which caused all this while yan looking at you thinks he has been born on this earth to capture, paint your beauty on his canvas.

• "Oh to be loved by an artist" many people say this in your case you were definitely being loved, obsessed by yan an artist.

For more yandere reading :

[hanalulugguk]

Choso headcannons #2

the reaction to my last choso drabble was instantaneous, super pleased a lot of u liked it. here's another, steamier, version. not sure if there will be a third, i don't like to force anything out, but if u have something in mind lmk, it could spurr something on me <3

Warnings: heavy petting/ grinding

Thinking of newly human choso

Newly human choso who doesn't like his morning coffee bitter, so he asks you to pretty please add condensed milk into his since you think 3 spoonfuls of sugar is too risky.

Newly human choso who likes the calmness of mornings with you, he may not be a morning person but he always gets up with you. spending his morning in harmony with you, handing each other the toothpaste and taking turns drying your face after washing it and sharing skincare.

Newly human choso who helps you brush your hair in the morning, returning your detangling his hair after his nightly endeavors, fighting his imaginary demons in his sleep, since he doesn't tie his hair before bed. yet he always has good healthy hair *sigh* men.

Newly human choso who enjoys when you massage his neck and shoulders as he lays his head on your lap, face smooched against your thighs.

Newly human choso who peppers kisses onto your exposed thighs whilst you read.

Newly human choso who doesn't understand the concept of personal belongings. using your stuff and forcing you to use his whenever the opportunity presents itself. always laying out his shirts and shorts for you to wear after a shower. thank the lord that, even though he doesn't agree, he lays out your own underwear for you instead of his after you scolded him last time.

Newly human choso who takes everything too literal, not understanding sarcasm enough to keep up with you. you asked him to stop running his fingers through your hair as you try to get work done because it's distracting you, he just thought you'd like it as much as he does. but then you turn to him with a pout and furrowed brows as you ask him to continue.

Newly human choso who presses kisses to your neck as you two lay in bed late at night, his kisses growing more sensual each time.

Newly human choso who sighs into your neck as you scratch his head, face still pressed into your neck, growing more vocal and frugal in his ministrations the more time passes.

Newly human choso who grinds lightly against your thigh, wrapping his legs around your own, his arms tightening around you, letting out a strained 'more' for you to trail your fingers to his nape as you press a kiss to his temple.

Newly human choso who finds himself freezing in his spot whenever feverish kisses and roaming hands become too much for him, overwhelming him beyond belief as he finds it difficult to voice how he feels.

Newly human choso who grabs your wrists in both of his, removing your hands of his back as he rests his head on your shoulders, willing his breathing to slow down, your hands tightly grasped in his with his eyes tightly shut.

Newly human choso who's so so easy to read. by the third time he's pressed your chest to his to strain your movements as you're propped up on his lap once a particularly heated make out session becomes too much for him, so you try to ease him into it.

Newly human choso who leans back where he sat on the couch, as you roam your hands lightly on his exposed shoulders, his hair now damp and no longer dripping from his shower. your lip grazing his temple as his breathing slows, eyes closed enjoying your touch.

Newly human choso who loosens his grip around you, lost in the way your fingers trail over his arms, nails gliding from his wrists to his shoulder blades. allowing you leverage to lean into his neck, pressing featherlight kisses to his skin. trailing from below his ear to the juncture between his neck and shoulder. leaning his head back to expose more of his neck for you.

Newly human choso who's surprised at the groan that manages to escape him at the initial grind of your hips against his. your kisses continuing, lips occasionally suctioning at a spot on his neck.

Newly human choso who tries to stop you again once it gets too much for him. grabbing your hip with his dominant hand to try and stop your movements but you wrap your fingers between his, keeping your intertwined hands between the two of you as you maintain a slow back and forth, pressing into him enough to pull a moan out of him.

Newly human choso who lifts his head up, burrows furrowed as he looks down at where you remain pressing your lips to his neck, 'wha-' he's cut off by another moan as you press down a little harder against the growing bulge in his shorts. 'shh... does it feel good?' you ask trailing kisses to the shell of his ear.

Newly human choso who's breathing has grown heavier, giving you a very confused 'yes', 'it's alright, hmm?' and it's the reassurance he needs to not stop you anymore.

Newly human choso who lets you continue grinding down against him, pace increasing as does his breathing and the desperate whimpers he lets out. not knowing that you're keeping quiet to hear him, lost in the feeling.

Newly human choso who doesn't register that he's pushing his hips up in need to press up against you. gripping your thigh with his free hand, overwhelmed, not knowing whether to enjoy the feeling of your lips against his skin, unwavering, or the way you're rubbing against each other.

Newly human choso who whines as your teeth graze his sensitive neck whilst he cums for the first time. his first orgasm reeling him to where he doesn't register the death grip he has on your thigh as he presses his face into the side of your head. his breath hitching in his throat as you grind your hips against his one last time, pressing one last kiss to his neck.

Newly human choso who comes down from his high with your fingers treading through his mostly dried locks, his face pressed into your neck as he inhales your scent.

Newly human choso who sees the red imprint his grip on your thigh has caused, apologizing profusely as you reassure him that you aren't bothered by it.

Newly human choso who, regardless of your dismissiveness to his worries, lays you down as he lay between your legs, pressing gentle kisses to the red mark he caused.

don't ask me what colour anything was. might write choso eating 🐱 for the first time, but might delve into other characters first though. lmk if you have anyone in mind you'd like me to write for (don't ask for mahito or i will block u)

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[nvuy]

omg did u see the sunday leaks ab his path and element..... hes also suspected to be released in 2.7 😭😭😭 sunday lovers r in agony rn

sunday potential leaks under cut;

aundayyyysyeyyyyy sundayydydyerrrerredder

hgrrgggggggggggggg

imaginary harmony… hehehehegrrrrrrrrrrrr

stellaron hunter aundaygrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

i always had this thing where you are an on call mechanic and you travel to planets and people commission you to fix their cars or their ships or whatever. you own a little warehouse on your home planet, whatever whatever.

you love your job. you’re also a bit of a grouch though. bit snarky, sarcastic, but you can offer some good advice if you need to.

you also happen to be the mechanic elio calls on when their ship needs repairs. it’s all completely secret. they call you in, you come on board, fix their shit, they pay you nicely, and then you leave.

you know them all well enough by now.

you’ve got elio who, when you come on board, says, “oh, by the way, watch the stairs on your way down.” (and surely enough you end up toppling down because there’s a loose step and you bruise your knee) (thanks for the warning). sometimes, you’re convinced he breaks their mangy old coffee machine just so you can visit again.

kafka loves to mess with you, but she means well. she enjoys a good chat, and sometimes when she’s not busy, she’ll follow you down to the engine and bring coffee. she drinks it black. gross.

she’ll ask about you, what you’ve been up to, how you’re feeling, whatever whatever. calls you beautiful, too. you guys probably kissed once. it’s sort of complicated.

blade is unfortunately your favourite. you love giving him giant hugs when you cross paths on the ship, and sometimes it’s like a reward when he returns the favour. at first you thought he was some big brooding hulk of a man, and then you learned he’s actually just some dude with really big arms. you also learn he owns bunny slippers and he likes pancakes, as weird as that is.

silver wolf cooks them best. you don’t really speak to her; she’s way too absorbed in her phone, but she thinks you’re cool. sometimes asks you questions about her PC or phone hardware and stuff, to which you reply, “i’m not tech support, weirdo.” she knows that, but your reactions are always fun. if kafka’s not around, she’ll show you the clothes she’s planning to buy online.

so you’re a common occurrence on the shuttle, sure. imagine your damn surprise when you stomp on board in the morning and when kafka greets you over her coffee, you accidentally shoulder check some random skinny dude (that’s not elio, because elio wouldn’t stand in the way at all) when you open the door.

you don’t pay it mind.

rather, you barely even notice and stalk over to the stupid machine while elio waves you a good morning. as you’re working, kafka leans on the bench next to you and offers you some of her coffee. it’s gross, but it keeps you awake enough to finish the job.

she’s chatting about whatever again until she falls comfortably silent.

“so, uh…” the machine buzzes to life as you plug it back into the wall. “what’s with angel face?”

she hums. “sunday.” she’s watching him now. silver wolf is showing him something on her phone, and he looks hilariously confused. “poor bird’s lost. flew too close to the sun.”

whatever that meant.

she takes her mug back from her hands. “why? like him?”

you hum lowly. when you turn and lock eyes with him, sunday quickly looks back down at silver wolf’s phone.

“handsome.” you weigh your options. “i think we’ll get along just fine.”

you were both doomed from the start, you and sunday. the pining was so obvious. you both practically chased each other around and then played it off as a coincidence when you bumped into to each other.

blade took it no mind, silver wolf gagged every time you two interacted. elio thought it was sweet, actually (he’s not surprised at how you two have developed). kafka plays wingwoman, because of course she does. she won’t voice it, but she thinks you both deserve to feel love again.