#Relic Keel

[yinyuedijun]

hsr gaymers ..... who here understands action value, because I cannot for the life of me do this math to figure out what speed sparkle should be at with an S5 DDD and 4pc hackerspace

[lumosinlove]

Will you be updating Between Fifth And You?

I've been plotting on the side about this story and Relic Keel...I'm thinking about a re-write, just starting from the beginning again since its been a while and I have different ideas now. We'll see when it happens, but the short answer is yes. <3

[voiceoutofstars]

Fan narration of a Relic entry in HSR’s Data Bank. This is the story of both pieces of the Broken Keel set.

Music is “A Long Way” by SergePavkinMusic.

[wormytoast]

the worst crime that star rail commits is actually being kinda fun

[lwieserce]

OKAYYYYYY IMBUBUTOR LUNAE

[theellipelli]

In love with nostalgic chill rn. Especially love Jing yuan's progression of "this strange child keeps making assumptions of me and my colleagues and is scaring me a little" to "my beautiful son yanqing. If I make him the slightest big unhappy I will literally keel over and die rn" incredibly based of him. The fact that he didn't even process yanqing calling him "baba" and just steamrolled into his worry fucking kills me. That man was made to be a father. Thank you for the delicious food

you know that reluctant cat dad on tiktok who unwillingly takes in a cat and then proceeds to dote on it? yeah, thats jing yuan to me.

thanks for reading and the compliments! i appreciate it very much :)

but also SPEAKING OF THE BABA thing it is sort of taken from a comic i made last year and NEVER finished nor posted. here it is:

i think this was created like. a week before i sat down and wrote the first chapter of nostalgic chill. but i could be wrong. anyways, ancient relic, this comic.

[apuff]

my predictions for wwwyf:

the whole band does the family guy death pose on the ground for the entire time slot instead of playing music. the crowd immediately gets lost trying to sing along without them and at some point it devolves into people shouting random parts of songs they like (this is especially funny for the songs that are definitively not in the black parade)

the previous thing but an event coordinator peeks on stage, pokes a few people with their shoe, and starts frantically making phone calls in a hushed but distinctly panicky voice

the concert starts like normal, but quickly devolves into a slapstick comedy performance of looney-tunes-esque injuries to reference the many injuries mcr sustained while doing the original black parade tours and music videos

mcr isn't on stage at all and the only thing you can see is vocaloid-style hologram skeletons doing the skeleton dance

i am in a completely different city at goodwill shopping for pieces of my halloween costume right at the time they start playing the breakdown in mama. as this is my favorite part of the whole black parade, i abruptly keel over from a heart attack in the middle of the store because of the transcendent power of band autism. in the decades that follow, no one will ever be able to understand the cause of my death, but let it be known that if you strain your ears to listen in the graveyard at night, the black parade can be heard quietly, almost inaudibly so, echoing from my headstone.

there isn't any comment about mcr5 the entire time. because we are conspiracy theorists, we take this as a tacit confirmation that mcr5 will infact be happening imminently

at certain points throughout the tracklist, random, or rather seemingly random, lyrics are changed by a letter or a word. this is enough to draw people's attention, and as it turns out, if you type all the changes made into a search engine, the singular result aside from people theorizing about it on reddit is an unknown, sketchy website that looks like it would instantly give you 500 malware and die. the website displays only a single picture of realistic human skull. when you inspect it, hidden amongst the code is a very different type of code, a cryptic string of letters and numbers. as it turns out, this text is actually instructions that have been put through WWII-era war encryptions. when translated, this text gives driving directions. if you follow its commands starting from the wwwyf grounds, you'll be taken on a downright frightening drive through some of the most backend streets & drug dealer houses & decrepit graveyards in the entire southwest. once you're thoroughly lost, then and only then will you be able to find the warehouse. this warehouse is a laburinthine mess of ancient relics, long-lost props from music videos, several very authentic looking vampire corpses, a few questionably stained revolvers, killjoy masks, rubble from the world trade centers, vintage marching band uniforms, a shocking variety of weapons, and finally a single edison tin foil cylinder. survivors from the warehouse later state they felt an overwhelming presence and could have sworn they saw a shadow in the corner of their eyes. after several months in the intensive care unit and several more months in both physical and mental therapy, these brave souls will place the cylinder, with shaking, scarred, and weak hands, into the phonograph, from which, after a torturous second of silence, will echo the first sweet notes of mcr5.

they accidentally point the pyrotechnics at the audience. oops!

some gay shit happens idk

[alligade]

Were-kubrow Au

welcome.... to my twisted mind!!!

What if Tenno... but werewolf.

The origin of were-kubrows can be dated back to the days of the Orokin Empire, and is directly related to one high-ranking member who's name has since been lost to history. She was a lover of the exotic and macabre, and her personal guardian Warframe was the pinnacle of her collection: Beowulf, the hunter

He was modelled after an old-Earth species that had gone extinct generations ago, and named after an ancient hero. It's said that she commissioned him from Ballas in exchange for a relic of unparalleled rarity, but rumors rarely have any sort of truth to them. How she acquired Beowulf is unimportant: what matters primarily is what she did after he fell during a particularly bold Sentient Invasion.

She mourned his death as one might mourn a meal eaten too quickly. There was no care for the Warframe himself-- why should there be? At the end of the day he was only a tool. He was her muse, howling and vengeful and filled to the brim with hunger. He reminded her so pointedly of an ancient myth, told only on Naberus nights when Lua is at its highest peak and the night chill is at its most biting.

Men and women stalking the night in strange forms. Bestial, armed with claw and fang and a stomach that could never be filled. Bloody-mawed, draped in gore and fur.

How delightful! How intriguing! Surely, if she could bring this myth to life, she would not feel as bored! The silence left in Beowulf's wake would be filled with chattering teeth and inhuman growls. Yes, this was exactly what she required!

And so she visited an expert. Not Ballas-- she was not after another Warframe-- but one who specialized in the sculpting of flesh. She required a potion. One that would change the body into the shape of another for one night only. This was the most important aspect, you see. She very easily could have had another body fashioned, and then utilized kuva to bring it to life, but there would be no fun in that. The ancient were-beast of Earth were not beasts permanently. Her creations had to shift alongside Lua. This she was adamant about.

The task was difficult and the creation was lengthy but the expert was eventually successful. The Orokin Noblewoman was handed a flask, small and discrete, filled with a murky brown liquid. Only one sip would change something deep within the drinker, assured the expert. Something that would rise to howl alongside the full moon and disappeared at Sol's first light, but could never be banished completely.

And so she went-- out into the city in which she lived, giggling and skipping, drawing many curious glances from the other Orokin. Her excitement could not be contained. This would be a Naberus to remember! Now, she only had to find the perfect playmate!

Eventually, she stumbled upon the barracks of the local Dax Guard. Those in the lower ranks did not have houses of their own, and instead resided in spaces graciously handed to them by their merciful Golden Lords. Yes, they would be the perfect candidates. Loyal but strong; they wouldn't keel over at the first hint of danger. She slipped into the kitchen of said barrack, past the low-born cooks who knew better than to acknowledge what she was doing, much less even look in her direction without permission. The meals were being prepared for dinner, and after choosing a single plate at random, she tipped the flask and watched with glee as a single drop of the concoction fell.

That night, the Dax gathered and ate their food, unaware of the poison lacing one of the bowls. No one was any wiser to the fact that their food had been tampered with until--

A young Dax began to cough and sputter, clutching at the armor over his chest as his meal fell from his hands. The others were concerned, thinking he was choking and needed assistance. One of his close friends rushed to his side, asking if he needed help, but when he turned to look at her she realized something was horribly wrong.

His teeth had lengthened into fangs, and the lower half of his face jutted out unnaturally from his skull. He grabbed onto her with fingers sharpened into claws and surged forward, biting down onto her neck as the overwhelming urge to eat overcame him.

What followed was carnage; the other Dax stabbed and slashed but nothing they did stopped the beast. By the end of the hour, it was the only thing remaining.

But remain for long, it did not. It took a few stumbling steps towards the door, only to collapse, completely and utterly dead. The Orokin, who had watched all of this happen from a hidden sentry-drone, felt her heart sink. Why was her creation dead? Why had it not changed completely? This half-formed thing was not the hound she had requested!

She stormed off, knowing that she would make her displeasure known to the so-called "expert" that gave her a faulty product. What she didn't see was the crew of Warframes that had been summoned to investigate the commotion. And she most certainly did not see the child that slip from within one of them. The child knew that they would be punished severely if they were seen, but they had to get a closer look at the strange not-Dax.

They stared at the thing's bloody mouth, and reached out in order to touch one of the fangs. A sound startled them, and when they pulled their hand back, they accidentally scratched themselves on the thing's tooth. Back to their Warframe they went, curiosity only partially satisfied.

The following year, on Naberus night, the strangest thing occurred.

A Kubrow was seen stalking the halls of the most exalted Orokin cities, teeth blood-red and fur covered in tattered clothing. And it was not alone.

We wear masks and costumes on Naberus in order to hide our identities and blend in with the creatures that spend the evening seeking out their prey. It has been many years since the Orokin died, and surely that strange Kubrow couldn't have managed to survive all this time. And yet, when the clock strikes midnight, if you stand very still and strain your ears, it is said you can hear the sound of it howling, and the desperate screams of it's creator, begging to be spared her life.

This started out as a writing exercise to see if I could replicate the Naberus tales told by Grandmother and sort of spiraled from there. The story above is the story told by Tenno to explain the origins of were-kubrows, but the truth, as always, is far less straightforward.

No one is entirely sure how the curse began.

Were-kubrows spread the infliction solely through saliva. The most common method is via biting but just licking an open wound would be enough to infect someone. Anyone could theoretically become one but Tenno are the only ones that are able to both 1. complete the full transformation and 2. survive the ordeal.

They're a lot more durable than normal people and can't technically die due to their connection to the Void. This means that were-Kubrows are pretty much only Tenno.

There's no cure and most have been living with it for long enough that they either dont really care anymore or have developed ways to cope with it. It affects their daily lives very little-- they usually don't develop packs or exhibit kubrow-like traits. The only change that all were-kubrows exhibit is a heightened sense of smell. However, on full moons (not specifically Naberus) they transform into AWESOME giant kubrows.

Younger Tenno are able to hold onto their humanity more easily. They don't feel the call of the hunt as strongly, since Kubrows live in organized family structures and the young aren't expected or really capable of feeding themselves. Usually, they wait out the night alongside others close to their age.

Older Tenno (over the age of 20, usually) are consumed almost entirely by instinct and hormones. While still more intelligent than actual Kubrows, they are still animalistic and brutal. They hunt for food and gorge themselves but never feel satiated. Males fight to establish dominance, secure territory, and earn breeding rights. (Despite the fact that every Tenno is completely sterile and no actual breeding ever happens. They spend the entire night attacking each other and by the time a winner has been decided it's already morning)

Males have longer nose horns than females which they use for sparring. They also tend to have large manes of fur around their necks to protect the area from competitors while fighting. Females are not any more docile, though. They form into hunting parties that can reach numbers of over 30. While males tend to be bulkier, females are only slightly smaller in height on average.

^ Some adult were-kubrows, specifically Drifter and Delta. Adults are typically the size of a large Kubrow, though some can reach over six feet tall at the shoulder.

^ Kaz is an example of the typical adolescent were-kubrow. He has a small, dull nose-horn that indicates he is not fully mature. His ears are too big for his head and he's pissed off because he'll never get the chance to grow into them lol

erm anyways that's what I have so far feel free to scream about werewolves with me teehee

[seelestia]

You are legally obligated to tell me how your Sunday pulls went!!

user milk-violet's tradition of asking abt my hsr pulls will always have a special place in my heart 🤍 my pulls went great btw! as you can see here thru my attempted uncreative photography LOL

to yap some more abt it tho...

storytime! i lost 50/50 to welt on acheron's rerun, so pulling sunday ended up being vv anticlimactic since it's guaranteed. he came home at soft pity – at 74 pity, i think? that's nothing remarkably early but you know what is???? HIS LC!!! it came home at exactly 10 pity and coincidentally, those 10 pulls were also the only ones i had left. i was expecting to grind the whole patch to reach pity. and now i don't, so i give my thanks to sunbro! i can hear him cringing at that but idc 🙏 /j

building him was a swift process too!!! it only took me an hour bcs i already prefarmed for him for weeks and there was a double reward calyx event which helped with maxing his traces!! most of the time was spent on his relics since cavern of corrosion rng rlly hates me 😔 but anyway, for his relics, i use 4pc sacerdos and 2pc broken keel! both are his BiS if i recall and altho sunday has enough effect RES to trigger the planar set himself, it's nice that it's guaranteed to get triggered thanks to aventurine (ty my love! <3) who provides 50% effect RES for his allies. oh and it's funny that he has 4.5k HP which is a lot more than my other 5* supports LOL he's a self-sufficient king.

overall: solid 10/10! a chara with a lore that interests me (ex-antagonist to 'redeemed' ally pipeline is real looks at wanderer). CRAZY broken support capabilities (he's SS+ tier atm and i kinda agree that he's future-proof as most harmony 5* have been so far). also personally satisfied with his build. so happy i pulled him and thankful that his LC wasn't at all stubborn 😓

[charlotteswallet]

My Aventurine build, relics and planet ornament guide 😇🙏 (maybe beginner friendly but tbh idk anymore);

For relics, i use 2pc knight of purity palace and 2pc ashblazing grand duke and for the planet ornaments i use 2pc inert salsotto

Though, i am building my aventurine as a sub-sustain for dr ratio, so you can switch the 2pc ashblaxing grand duke and inert salsotto with a 4pc knight of purity set and 2pc broken keel or the belobog of the architects if you want a full tank build

For my sub-sustain build, i use a crit dmg body and a def% feet. For the planet ornaments, i use an imaginary dmg sphere and a def% rope. Again, you can switch the crit dmg body and imaginary dmg sphere with def% ones if you want a tank build.

This is what my aventurine build looks like 😋 keep in mind that you should try to focus on crit dmg and def, and NOT crit rate bc one of his traces increases his crit rate by a LOT like its honestly kinda ridiculous, so you dont really need to focus on crit rate a lot

Edit:

My relic stats 😋 bc @mintkookievv asked 🫶

My body and feet are pretty bad lmao

Been trying to farm some more but i dont have a lot of luck when im relic farming 😭😭😭

[a-teacup-of-golden-cracks]

Rate my builds also I'm proud of my account and have nowhere else to share them lmao

I am mostly f2p (only ever bought the season passes)

For relic sets:

DHIL is E0, has 4 piece wastelander set, Crit Rate Chest and ATK boots, 2 piece Rutilant with ATK rope IMG damage orb. This man has single handedly halved the time that sim universe takes me, gods propagation DHIL is strong

Bronya I got really fucking lucky with, shes E2S1, almost every 50 I lost was to her. Her and Seele turned the story into a damn joke once I had them, didn't matter who else was on the team really. She has 4 Musketeer rn. I just wanted speed really, I might switch to hackerverse set at some point but like,,,, she is amazing as is and it's a lot of investment for not much gain, plus she'd likely lose a lot of her crit dmg because of substats. Regardless I have her with crit dmg chest and Speed boots, 2 piece screwllum for extra crit dmg (I got two really high crit dmg substat pieces that didn't work for anyone else because screwllum) with energy regen rope and defense orb.

Luocha is E0S1, has 4 piece musketeer with healing up chest and speed boots, 2 piece broken keel with energy regen rope and def orb. I don't think there's been a single time that a team he's been on has had a member killed after I fully leveled him and I am super happy the one five star I got attracted to and saved for ended up being amazing in game lmao

Seele is E0, has 4 piece genius set with ATK boots and crit rate chest, 2 piece glamor with ATK rope and quantum damage orb. Got her very early and she's never stopped ripping and tearing everything in sight, high level MOC gets two rounded by her

Jingliu is E0, has 4 piece snow set (i forgor the name) with crit dmg chest and ATK boots that I can switch to speed if the situation calls, and 2 piece salsotto with ATK rope and ice DMG orb. I swap her lightcone with DHIL's depending on who is in MOC

[tjemegames]

HSR: Character Build Archive - Preservation

Qlipoth

The builder of the Celestial Comet Wall, the Subspace Crystalline Barrier, and the Great Attractor Base. THEY are called the "Amber Lord" by their followers. THEY preside over the Path of Preservation, and are one of the oldest and most tenacious Aeons.

Aventurine

A senior manager in the IPC Strategic Investment Department and one of the Ten Stonehearts, known for his cornerstone "Aventurine of stratagems." He always dons a smile that conceals his true intentions and lives by the principle of "the greater the risk, the greater the reward."

def build that does little chunks of damage; works as intended (is tanky) so I've stopped working on it

would eventually like to have a 4pc pioneer + salsotto build though; will passively work towards this while farming for watchmaker

also distantly considering a meme build of 4pc quantum (because I keep getting def main stat pcs with dps subs) + salsotto

latest upgrade - 7.19.24

Fire Trailblazer

A [person] who boarded the Astral Express. They chose to travel with the Astral Express to eliminate the dangers posed by the Stellaron.

outdated build: 4/6 relics are 4-star

need to farm new 4pc set of purity palace & keel planars (def/fire dmg sphere + err/def rope)

Fu Xuan

Head of the Divination Commission on the Luofu. The person who uses the third eye and Matrix of Prescience to foretell the route of Xianzhou and the outcomes of events.

unowned: lost 50/50 on debut banner and skipped during 2.2 because I wanted boothill more. not currently interested in pulling; may pull sometime in the future if my preservation roster is still lacking by then

Gepard

A captain in the Silvermane Guards and an outstanding warrior of Belobog. He is meticulous and vigilant to the core and is always true to himself.

outdated build: 2/6 relics are 4-star

replace def% boots w/spd

need to farm purity palace (hands + def body) & belobog planars (def sphere + err rope)

March 7th

A girl who once slumbered in eternal ice and knows nothing about her past. To find out the truth about her origins, she decided to travel with the Astral Express. As of right now, she has prepared about 67 different versions of her life story for herself.

partially built: only kind of though, she's got 5/6 pieces on but only one of them is max rolled

if I'm being completely honest, I won't be using her preservation form once I've unlocked the hunt one; working on this version would be a waste of time

The most recent version of a character’s build(s) will be listed here; older build versions can be found on their designated changelog. To avoid word/image limit issues, information on a retired build will be removed from the path archive and a link to the build’s changelog will be provided in its place. Changelogs will only be created and maintained for the characters that I actively use; they will be updated whenever significant relic upgrades/changes have been made. Characters that have multiple builds (i.e. additional builds that are non-traditional, niche, or memes) will have a dedicated changelog for each one. Return to Navigation

[lumosinlove]

Hi hi!!

As Vaincre begins to wind down (couple chapters left!!), I am getting so so excited to start posting Breakaway.

And…I am hoping to post it on Patreon!

This would be a big decision to make—I know many are looking forward to Breakaway especially, and I know that not everyone has the ability to partake in Patreon.

I ADORE this community!!! It is one of the most fun, cherished parts of my life. I’ll never be able to thank you all enough for your support. You’ve allowed me to grow as a writer! I’m now looking to take the next step as an author. I not only want to keep dedicating time to these characters and this universe, I’d like to be able to dedicate more time. A Patreon would go so far in helping me achieve that!

For anyone who doesn’t know, Breakaway is the Sweater Weather prequel! It follows Finn and Logan as they fall in love over the years they were in college together. The story will start at the first time they meet, the first time they’re on the ice together, the first inkling of there being something more between them…We’ll see them through adventures, injury, and heartache. We’ll end…Well I won’t tell you that yet :)

Don’t worry—Tumblr/Ao3 would still be going strong.

Here’s everything that is coming up on Tumblr & Ao3:

Thread of Gold

Zombie!au (Working title: KEEPSAKE)

Relic Keel (probably a bit of a re-write)

12 Days of Winterfics

& other stories to come!

I’d love to know who might be interested in subscribing to Patreon.

Here are what the tiers would most likely look like:

TIER ONE: $2/month:

General support

Posts about the real hockey world

Daily headcanons

Writing snippets

TIER TWO: $5/month: Everything in tier one plus:

Two chapters of Breakaway every month

Exclusive short stories

Exclusive artwork

TIER THREE: $10/month: Everything in the first two tiers plus:

Posts about my writing craft and process

Monthly Q&As

More surprises that I’ll come up with! I’ve always enjoyed evolving new things to create, and seeing what you all enjoy is a big part of that.

If you could please send me an ask if you’d be interested in subscribing! <3 <3 <3

As always, I’m so so grateful for all of your support over this last decade—wow I can’t believe it’s been that long!! I wouldn’t be where I am as a writer or person without ANY of you—thank you thank you.

Love, Haz

[the-astral-express-archive]

Honkai: Star Rail Relic Sets (17/?) | Planar Ornaments

Rutilant Arena

Taikiyan Laser Stadium

Taikiyan's Arclight Race Track

Broken Keel

Insumousu's Whalefall Ship

Insumousu's Frayed Hawser

[merge-conflict]

I suppose a tense and fraught chapter about the parade job where V is trying not to keel over and die is a good a place as any to drop my personal headcanons on input peripherals that don't involve an actual keyboard. Actually I have a lot of thoughts about the different kinds of i/o available and who uses them and when, and what their limitations are, but they're not yet coherent.

Basically: V has the ability to control and interact with the computer slotted into her head without speaking, typing, or gesturing, but it's really kind of a bitch to operate if you're still piloting your body in meatspace and not a netrunner chair. Considering how the relic deals with two brains that have adapted to very different kinds of cyberware (Johnny's arm v. V's network proprioception for instance) and how that complicates a theoretical soul-powered slap fight is also Very Interesting to me.

[aiseuki]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓 | peter parker — chapter one.

READ IT ON... WATTPAD or AO3

───── Heather Fitzpatrick has no use for heroes, least of all Spider-Man—the poster boy for feel-good justice that never reaches Brooklyn’s forgotten streets. As Maverick, she takes matters into her own hands, doling out justice with fists first and questions later. Heroes chase headlines; Heather chases results. But when alien-tech weapons flood the city, turning New York into a war zone, even her brutal brand of vigilantism isn’t enough to hold back the tide.

Heather has no choice but to team up with the one hero she trusts the least. Spider-Man may represent everything she despises, but if they can’t find a way to work together, Brooklyn’s survival hangs by a thread. As enemies become allies, Heather is forced to confront the limits of her own code—and what it truly means to be a hero.

SNEAK PEEK

Heather had a sneaking suspicion that the universe treated her life like a science experiment—one of those middle school projects where the kid with zero regard for ethical boundaries decides to see how much caffeine a hamster can handle before it keels over. If there was a cosmic scientist, they were definitely prodding her limits just for kicks. And honestly? She was teetering dangerously close to the edge.

Exhibit A: She had slept through her alarm. Again. To be fair, patrolling the streets of Brooklyn at ungodly hours wasn’t exactly conducive to the eight-hours-a-night wellness influencers kept preaching about. Add in the ever-growing collection of bruises she’d been racking up lately, and yeah, her body had every reason to revolt. But still. Did it have to betray her this spectacularly? She only woke up when Valentina barged into her apartment, key in hand, with all the subtlety of a marching band practicing a halftime routine.

"Morning, sunshine!" Valentina chirped, framed in the doorway like a judgmental guardian angel with combat boots and an unshakeable sense of purpose. “Why am I not surprised you’re still in bed?”

Heather groaned, her voice muffled by the fortress of blankets she had cocooned herself in. "I’m conserving energy. You know, for life-threatening emergencies."

Valentina rolled her eyes, a gesture so exaggerated it practically made a sound. Within minutes, they fell into their usual rhythm—that unspoken choreography reserved for best friends and platonic soulmates. Valentina disappeared into Heather’s room to change into her school uniform while Heather dragged herself into the bathroom to confront the horror show waiting in the mirror.

And what a look it was.

Her reflection could’ve inspired a whole new subgenre of horror films: “Post-Apocalyptic Teen Vigilante, Part IV.” Tangled hair that had likely achieved sentience, dark circles that raccoons would envy, and the pièce de résistance—a vibrant purple bruise blooming around her left eye. Last night’s "light scuffle" (read: an all-out brawl with a guy who clearly mistook himself for Batman) had left her looking less like a competent crime-fighter and more like the before photo in a particularly grim makeover montage.

By the time Heather reemerged, half-dressed and wielding a tube of concealer that had been reduced to a stubby, battle-scarred warrior, Valentina was already in the kitchen. She was flipping pancakes like she’d been summoned to a Food Network competition, her movements precise and smugly efficient. The kitchen itself—a relic from Heather’s childhood—seemed to sigh under the weight of nostalgia. The tiny table, scarred with crayon marks and stray glitter from long-abandoned craft projects, had once seated a family of three. Back when her mom’s laughter still filled the room and her dad still cared about things like toaster ovens and being emotionally available.

Now, it was just Heather and Valentina. The honorary sister who lived next door and single-handedly kept Heather from spiraling into full-blown chaos.

Heather slid into the chair across from Valentina, whose pancakes were annoyingly perfect, golden discs that practically gleamed with smugness. She stabbed one with her fork, her stomach growling in betrayal. "You know," she said between bites, "you could’ve been a little less dramatic with the wake-up call."

And from that, the day spiraled. First, the toaster decided to stage its final rebellion, popping out charred crumbs instead of toast. Then Heather ran out of concealer halfway through trying to camouflage the bruise on her face, leaving her looking like she’d either been in a bar fight or had a very unfortunate run-in with a rogue paintball.

Cue a frantic pharmacy run for the cheapest concealer they could find (spoiler: it wasn’t great), a pit stop at the sandwich shop down the street (because the day was already bad enough without having to resort to school's lunch), and an emergency online order for a new toaster. By the time they finally made it to the subway station, they were running so late that “fashionably” didn’t even begin to cover it.

But of course, when a day starts badly, it has no choice but to double down.

READ THE REST OF THE FIRST CHAPTER OF START A RIOT ON WATTPAD OR AO3

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