#Welt pls come home

[platonic-qpr-selfshipping]

I'm having one of those "I wish I could just be part of the Astral Express crew" moments

[ficklejarr]

// honkai star rail 1.2

"reunited" pt. 1

astral fam reunited with dan heng but make it a teensy bit dramatic 😋

(had fun doing this liddol comic i was so excited to post it here 🥹)

link for bonus part:

[lizdive]

Oh also if anyone has Argenti ideas please send them into my inbox whether it’s an actual request or just an idea for me to expand on I love Argenti I wish he’d come home 😔 but yes Argenti things pls flood my inbox with them

[dhumaengame]

i was so lucky on Sunday banner. but it's so hard to get 1 Fugue... almost reach 80 pulls now 😭

[kazumist]

i sincerely believe that gepard asks his sisters to help him get ready for date when he realizes he doesnt have an outfit 🙏🙏 hes so cute i want to bite him istg

[zhxngii]

i'd give him the world.

[sageofjustice]

ooc : right so i know next to nothing about honkai impact but... if Angel where to be a Herrscher when would be his tittle?

[zoieru]

Mind-dump analysis of Sunday and Welt

Non-romantic, though you can see it that way if you want. Basically musings on their dialogue, body language, trauma responses and their views of the world. Based on my noggin, my experiences, and my knowledge on psych and philosophy. Mentions of trauma, and Aventurine. Spoilers for 3.0. Come chat with me about it in the ask box pls oml. (html broke read more link sorry)

So I was writing an Astral Express Sunday headcanon thing, and realised the part with welt I had more thoughts on than I could handle !!! So I decided to make a bigger breakdown of it from my perspective weeee. 1.7k more thoughts...hehe. Includes pics.

So, Sunday is essentially coming into this new world (the astral express lifestyle, the knowledge and involvement of other planets issues, everything not just Penacony) for the first time, and in a vulnerable state at that. He was trained and groomed to be who he was basically his whole life, and not just the positions of power and control, but his position he gave himself also of protector of his sister. That's been taken from him, all of it, his role, his direction, drive, everything. To say the man must feel lost is understatement of the century.

So when he is confronted with Welt Yang, a mysterious and stoic man who displays his intelligence by deciphering there's something up with his disguise, questions him on his motives, etc, but then seemingly confidently starts to trust him, he is...confused?

First, Welt says multiple times that he knows how he feels, he's had to leave a home quickly too, but doesn't elaborate. So his reasons are already determined at least somewhat by his empathy for Sunday. That is a lot for Sunday to work through. He mustn't have really related to anyone in his life, even his sister due to their vastly different experiences despite being in the same spot. To have someone, and quite quickly, especially after what he just did, sympathise, empathise, and relate to him...thats intriguing, and confusing, and probably a bit suspicious.

Further, when going to meet Robin, Sunday outwardly questions why Welt is giving him the privacy to speak to her, refusing to be a bystander for his benefit. Welt answers:

'i believe you're the kind of person that has the ability and desire to use everything to your advantage... but that everything does not involve Miss Robin'

Sunday pauses, and thanks him. It's confusing, unexpected, and yet another puzzle into Welt's character. I think this moment means an incredible amount to Sunday. Ultimately, his sister is everything to him, where everything started, and Welt has given him the space and freedom to do the thing he is so nervous for, he is dreading but must do, one of the hardest things he's probably ever done, say goodbye for an indeterminate amount of time. Who else has probably shown him this sort of seemingly genuine act of kindness, goodness, before? Probably no one. Plus, despite not really outwardly discussing his relationship with his sister with Welt before this, Welt shows an understanding of Sunday's care for her, to the point his usual nature and methods don't apply to Robin.

So that's why Sunday asks another question, after saying goodbye to Robin

He's starting to see himself in Welt, I believe, in some way, when he says 'I had a feeling that you would never give up on someone who needed help' which is reinforced by his 'help' of Sunday just now. But I think what Sunday is maybe confused about here is why him, why here. He is confused why they 'help' him, a 'nortorious fugitive' and a 'friend they never knew', rather than people in new worlds, people he deems perhaps deserve it more, people who he thinks Welt should care about. I believe, here, he is still viewing things zoomed out, from a grand perspective. He sees 'people' as an entity, much like how he did with his plan, saving them from misery by keeping them in the dream. But Welt goes on to explain that it's the people he meets that are his trailblaze, but on an individual and connection scale, not 'helping peopleTM' like he tried to.

And that means Sunday, it means Tingyun. Sunday even asks directly, then, 'why me?', and Welt repeats his previous answer. 'i know how you feel.' despite what he's done, he offers him empathy, help, and connection. It's alien to Sunday. He has heard the worst of people's deeds, was tormented by them, wanted to save them from themselves, yet Welt is just accepting him.

Then another thing, Welt sits in the audience watching Sunday become himself, say goodbye to his old self and everything he once knew, literally becoming whole again, and slightly unsure of how he exactly he will be once both halves combine. This moment is so so intimate, so deeply personal, perhaps the most personal I mean he's literally talking to himself, becoming himself, shedding everything he's ever known, starting a new life. And Welt isn't just watching. He says:

'Regardless of the outcome, you will have a witness. I'll be waiting for you in the audience.'

Here, he does multiple things. One, he is promising Sunday he will be here for him and almost continue to accept him in whatever shape or form after he's done, giving him the respect and time to do his thing, and the support he wasnt planning to get. Its like...almost a threat, saying he wont let him run away after, but not quite. its also a signal of protection. He is staying with Sunday through this obviously terrifying and massive moment, at a safe and respectful but supportive distance, something Sunday was planning to go through alone. Also, he says he'll wait for him. That's so...personal. ugh, it's too much. And the thing is, Sunday lets him, thanks him, wants him to be there. Trusts him enough to see him at almost a most vulnerable point in his life. Crazy stuff.

Plus, during this line, the camera zooms in on Welt's face for just a few seconds, emphasising how big this is.

Now I'm not sure if we should assume Welt can hear everything Sunday says to himself. The theatre is empty, afterall, but I dont know. Sunday says he's scared, says why he's scared, tells himself he doesn't like himself, parts of him. It's so goddamn personal, heart wrenching, truly. And there's a line here I want to discuss quick.

'to save more lives, you must first understand what they live for and what they die for. The best way to achieve this is through personal experience.''

This is a reflection of Welt's words, his reason for trailblazing. It shows he's taken them to heart, ponders them, realises that to truly help people like Welt does, he needs to know them, not see them as an entity from above.

Also, when done, Welt makes a gentle joke that covers the supportive gesture of his acceptance of 'either' of Sunday's selves. He almost dismissed the whole act as if it was casual, while subtly acknowledging it's significance, and gently showing his support, so it all doesn't make Sunday feel uncomfy.

'Well, how should I address you now? Mr Sunday or Mr Wonweek?'

I love it.

Then Sunday has the confidence to request staying with the Astral Express Crew. Knowing the others might hate the idea, but having enough confidence in the fact that Welt at least seems to want him there.

'You are one of my trailblazing goals.'

Sunday looks visibly touched by this statement. the feels.

So let's now skip to the Astral Express, where he's been on a while let's say.

After all this, Sunday and Welt almost have this unspoken deep connection somehow. They have shared a deeply personal moment for Sunday, and Welt has shared more with Sunday about himself than he ever has with anyone on screen that we've seen before.begins to respect Welt Yang quite tremendously really. Sunday now has time to sit, think, reflect, and probably torment himself with thoughts.

I think he has built this ridiculous level of respect for Welt, perhaps more than for most in his life. And also intrigue, confusion. He perhaps observes him. It is obvious Welt has a troubled and mysterious past, the extent of which is unknown but suggested, yet the man has a poise about him that seems stable, secure, confident. It intrigues him, maybe makes him a little envious even that despite this man having no set 'home', travelling the trailblaze with seemingly little control over things Sunday feels he would lose his mind over, he still seems confident in himself.

You ever feel like you're pretty self sufficient and able when alone or most of the time, but theres that one person where you're in their company and it's suddenly like all your brain function has dimmed and been transferred to them and they're now the 'thinker' and 'doer' and you're just there mostly looking pretty?? That's Sunday and Welt sometimes. Sunday was so used to being everything, controlling everything, seeing everything, that now he can relax that, or rather forced to let go of all that, as hard as that is, he finds himself inadvertently letting Welt take over a bit, observing and involving himself but Welt taking the lead. It's perhaps part of a trauma response to having to grow up too fast, to not being able to have had the points in life where you can trust and let someone have control for a while without risk. So as a result of this trust and acceptance he has built with Welt, his brain just sort of...relaxes a little. Welp.

That's displayed well in the infamous 'mom speak to the doctor for me pls' scene, I think. Cute.

Okay it's the end now, I could probably yap more but my thumbs hurt. One more musing though:

I wonder what it would be like for Sunday and Aventurine to meet, after all of that. They, ultimately, had a similar journey in terms of them making a big decision, a big 'attempt' at something bigger than themselves intricately linked to their identities and core beliefs, having to face parts of themselves along the way.

Now that Sunday has shed his 'grandiose' demeanour and plans, I wonder what it would look like for them to meet on equal terms. (Obviously not really knowing how this whole thing will have affected Aven coming out of it).

These two men, as literally mentioned in the 'combining selves' scene for Sunday in the theatre, are fundamentally opposed. One has been made to and has had to build his life and principles on control. One has had no choice to and built his life on luck, lack of control. It's such an interesting dichotomy to me.

There's also this interaction with Welt and Sunday before meeting Robin:

'I had a hunch and decided to try my luck. Seems I can be lucky sometimes'

'its not like you to leave things to luck'

'I'm trying to change too'

It's twice, in this long section, that Aventurine/luck is mentioned, at least. I wonder how he would view him should he know more, and now that he seems to have a certain begrudging acceptance and respect for luck/chance.

OKAY IM DONE FR NOW HAHAHA come discuss with me if u want :3 hope you enjoyed.

Here, take this, its not safe out there

(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

[walpu]

Ohh regarding the last scene we seen Aven. I'm actually looking forward to a new version of him in the future. Maybe destruction/erudition and PLS NO IMAGINARY WE HAVE TOO MANY IMG MEN

I wonder if he actually leaves the IPC for good 👀 The ending of the 2.1 main quest suggests this and the "future" Aven says that it seems to be a part of his plan.

And like!!! I sure hope he'll leave this rat hole for good, he deserves it!!! But there's always a possibility that he has some unfinished business with the corporation and he wants to resolve it before leaving for good. It's just a guess tho.

I just feel like maybe after starting his healing journey he wouldn't want to be on the run again. After all, all people who care about him (Jade, Topaz, Ratio) are either from the IPC or connected to it. I don't think he should stay there, this would actually be a bad way to continue his character arc, but maybe he would try to part with the IPC on his own terms.

Him just running away is fine by me too just let him be happy hoyo

But regardless of that, it would be very cool to have another version of Aven after he leaves the IPC for good!! No matter what path he may have I would pull anyway lol

Feel you about img men. I love them but it seems like the only one of them who loves me back is Luocha whom I accidentally got on his first banner 💀 Welt loves me too but his way of showing love is coming home way too often. Ratio and Dan Heng hate my ass tho, mfs have descent builds and teams but won't crit out of spite

[bunbitti]

I have Sunday E0S1 but have been pulling for Jing Yuan bc electric dps stuff (the way Sunday turned me into a DHIL main so fast)

I lost my 50/50 at hard pity 🥲 to Bronya

I DON'T EVEN HAVE HER BUILT AUGHFHFHHFH

Jing Yuan pls come home I have Dan Heng why do you hate me (I couldn't get him last time either)

Average impoverished f2p hsr sufferer, looks like I'll have to wait even longer if I can't scrounge up the stellar jades to get him before the banner ends

Been building Welt, was indecisive af about who to use my free standard banner character selector on until the 2.7 release gave us another one and now I can get both Welt and Gepard

Also starting to prepare for getting free Asaba in zzz's 1.4 by using the double drive disc event for him and grinding for electric materials bc only the attack promotion and electric stuff is available, the other stuff is new with the release

The way I saw reddit posts saying M1 for Mindscape Cinema 1 when I've been saying C1 for just Cinema this entire time 💀 shhh

[gor3-hound]

can i ask for 1 and/or 4 for the ask game pls!!

yippieeee ofc xx

a story idea you haven’t written yet

um... leon as jd from heathers after a lil talk w bunny in my dms... still thinking about it

the last sentence you wrote

"Who would've known that I'd be so popular with you?”

^^welt fic is coming home trust me

[enflaem]

i need to talk about himeko's interaction with hi3 himeko's sword because i've been thinking about it so much while listening to nightglow and im spiraling. ofc, the interaction is there as a little easter egg to himeko in the everlasting flames short, BUT i'm interpreting it into my portrayal in two ways.

the first is a "rebirth" that comes the moment himeko begins her work on rebuilding the express — for a literal interpretation, the fire could specifically be related to necessary tools used; however, i like this to be more metaphorical. the rebirth in the fire being the moment that a new purpose ignites a fire within her. as i talked about here, himeko felt incredibly lost up until the point she found the express and was able to successfully repair it. returning it to its home, the journey that was to come by doing such, became her new purpose: one that she will always face with a smile, no matter what the future may bring. in many ways, the warmth the express first showed her, paired with the unstoppable force of curiosity's flame, makes her life begin anew.

the second is in regards to the imaginary tree and will have some hi3 spoilers for those who havent played yet so skip this read more section if you prefer to avoid spoilery headcanon ramblings fndsjakf,

while it's never clearly stated what exactly happened to himeko, we do know she was lost in an imaginary space. the imaginary tree, ever expanding with its branches of different worlds, timelines, "bubble universes" swallowed up from the sea of quanta; as shown with otto, anyone who dares meddle with the tree will die, absorbed into the roots of the tree to potentially begin anew somewhere else. while one does not have to die to exist in another timeline or world (ie, bronya/seele/mei) there is a certain... finality when one is lost within the imaginary spaces. furthermore, it seems time within the imaginary trees branches does not have to follow a definitive timeline: one can be lost in one world, and be reborn again in another within seconds. one who has been dead for centuries can be saved in another timeline, another bubble, without impacting any of the others. though it is still mostly "speculation" based on VA similarities/story excerpts, luocha appears a similar case: another otto, whose life before seems incredibly vague and hidden in secrets (especially with the coffin. pls do not let that be my queen kallen i BEG of you mhy)

this just makes me think that himeko's death & that final moment we see in everlasting flames was sort of... like the last tie of her to that world being snuffed out. kiana would carry on her legacy, carry on that flame of passion for the world she had hoped her students would share. in that moment, the imaginary tree created life anew; the himeko we see now in hsr, completely unaware of the himeko that welt yang knew from his world, but with an overwhelming feeling that she does not entirely belong where she is...

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Welt, bbg, pls come home </3

[qq-quartz]

Got Very Lucky Today

plus C1 Yanqing from the standard banner (welt bbg pls come home im begging)

[saerins]

UES OMG I LOVE STAR RAIL !!! im on the na server 🤧 img i love luocha hes so pretty (i have a thing for blondes 🤞🏼) but also like welt . 🤭

oh noooo damn it :( we are worlds apart 😭😭 omg pls i was soooo tempted to pull for luocha because one of my genshin faves is ayato 😭 PLUS HES SO PRETTY ??? and i heard he’s a healer ? sobs total win . oh god welt …. IVE WANTED HIM SINCE THE START HE REFUSES TO COME HOME … meanwhile my clara has eidolons :( i love you girlie but i also want welt 😔 and gepard 😔😔

[sunnydayjackass]

Can i have uuuuuhhh more incubus!jack? It can be hcs or a short scenario, anything u prefer 👌🏼

Nsfw under the cut

"Oh Sunshine...just look at you.. " Jack's voice rumbles through his chest against your back, forked tongue dragging along the sensitive spot on the column of your neck. Your hands are gripping the pillow, fluffy cotton caught between your teeth as you bite down upon it to muffle your groan. Your torso is propped up by your elbows, ass perked high and back in s deliberate sinful arch. You feel dizzy, overstimulated already and he hasn't even been inside you yet.

Orgasms had racked your flushed frame several times already by fingers, tongue, and teeth- marks adorn your body in various spots. Mottled purples and crimsons, teeth marks, decorate your throat down your torso, the inside of your thighs, your hips...and you savor each one. "You're shaking." You're more than shaking, you're quivering in anticipation, you're slick and sticky by his ministrations, needy and had your mouth not been full- you'd be begging.

"So delicious...so divine..." Jack hums against your skin as his hands trace over your curves, every dip and swell. You keen, pressing your hips back against him, his touch ignites your nerves and all you can think of is him. Is Jack. The demon you invite into your home, into your bed night after night. Your whines aren't lost on him, no, Jack is more than content to orchestrate you like a sinful symphony. You can feel the warmth if him behind you, the brush of his cock against your ass from time to time- you want it, you need it. Him- friction, stimulation,-

A crisp thwack is heard, spade tipped tail whipping down onto the swell of your ass leaving a small almost heart shaped welt in it's wake. It has you jolt, your aroused hole already drooling obscenely but the action only makes you shudder all the more. Jack hums low, approvingly as his hand smoothes over the skin. "I'm sorry...too rough? I just couldn't resist." Too rough? Not rough enough.

You swallow thickly, brain sluggishly forming the words for your lips to form. "Pl-ease." You choke out, eyes glazed with tears as you try to look over your shoulder. There's a glow to the marks upon his body, his horns have curved upwards and out of his tufts of blue hair, the offending tail swats behind him in amusement. "Jack." His name on your lips in such a state, it has him breathing out low and slow as he stalks over to lace his fingers with yours, his chest to your back as you feel the comforting warmth and weight of him dragging against you. Giving s few teasing experimental prods with the leaking head of his cock only causes you to push back as far as you can stretched out and arched just so.

Jack's length sinks inch by inch into your spasming heat, his teeth find your curve of your shoulder as he moans against your skin. He stills his hips as he's flush against your ass, the hands that cage your own pin them to the mattress, sharpened nails threatening to pierce your sheets and plush mattress. Jack's breathing his labored coming out in shallow huffs against you as he groans while you greedily clench against him and try to rut your hips-beckoning him to feed and fuck you into the mattress. Kissing down the curve of your spine, he relinquishes his hold on your smaller hands to hold your hips, effortlessly lifting you some so you're helpless from the waist down, left to only keep the pillow in a vice grip as a startled sound is overcome with pleasure as Jack easily fucks into you. Strokes slow and deliberate as his cock brushes against all those gummy weak spots within you.

Time, at this point, is of no consequence to Jack- it never is. He was never one to partake in quick meals as it was but this, but you, were a sublime feast. If he decided to drag you out until the the wee hours of morning and scare the birds outside your window- well...you certainly wouldn’t want him to go hungry and you weren’t going to complain. Until you needed the usage of your legs anyway. But currently it felt torturous, the way Jack dug his teeth into his own lower lip as he tried to keep the tempo he was establishing, resisting the urge to buck into you with reckless abandon. It was difficult to keep his composure with you so intimately wrapped around him, the way your body spasmed and convulsed in ecstasy, the soft mewls and lewd sounds- it was only a pity this time he couldn’t see you unravel. 

Gripping your hips, nails digging into the soft supple flesh there was a particular hard thrust into your hole that made you jolt, stars beginning to glimmer behind your lids as your eyes threatened to roll back in your skull. You were so close, you’d been so close for so long, this long game Jack so enjoyed of edging you close to the brink and yo yo back into reality. But it seemed the games were done, the carnal hunger building in the low grunts and growls that spilled from his lips as your legs shifted with what little energy (and clarity) you could muster to lock around his waist. “So good for me, Sunshine...” Jack coos between his teeth as sweetly as he can and your face is further buried in the pillow as the sound of your voices mingle in the room amongst the wet lewd sounds of sex seem to echo in your ears.

You lift your head and arch your back- opening your mouth to babble that you’re close, to beg him not to stop, to take all Jack is so gracious in gifting you but you feel something firm and weighted press against your swollen lower lip. Glazed eyes drift down to see the black spade of his tail pushing against your lips, down upon your tongue and you comply- slackening your jaw as you begin to suck the tip of his tail. Your eyes close- grateful for the additional something to ground your focus on. “Haaaah...oh....so...so insatiable hmm~” Jack purrs though the action sends more shockwaves of pleasure through his own body, muscles tensing as he can feel himself drawing closer with the added stimulation through the nerves of his tail.

Choking as your orgasm rips through your core, you feel Jack’s tail prod the back of your throat as his cock twitches deeply within you. You swear you feel the heat of rivulets of cum painting you from within- sweet fulfillment as it drips down your thighs and Jack’s. His tail slips from your lips as you greedily suck air back into your lungs and Jack delicately rests you back onto the bed, your knees first and then lowering your body proper. Carefully rolling you over onto your back, Jack’s hand pushes your hair from your sweaty forehead to inspect you. Pausing to press a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and then your lips- he murmurs soft praise between each kiss before reaching for the ice water on the bedside table. Propping you up and helping you take a drink, he rubs along your shoulders and back soothingly, purring into your hair. “Are you alright, Sunshine? That wasn’t too much was it?” He needs to know you’re okay, that he isn’t taking too much from you when he feeds like this, and you nod with a tired smile.

“It was...perfect...just exhausted--in a good way.” You add the last part on as hastily as your spent lungs will allow you. Jack relaxes as he leaves for a but a moment to return with warm soapy cloths to wash you and himself. He helps redress you and get you comfortable into bed before finally sinking in beside you and gathering you into his arms. 

“I love you.” He murmurs into your hair, he doesn’t know what he’d do without you, he can’t have nor does he want anything but you. The hunger, even after is never truly sated until...

“...I love you too.” You sigh nestling against his chest as you toggle through different movie choices, as content as can be while he dotes upon you.

He’s full.