#edited finally!

[kalpasio]

The Herrscher of Stars

"The Herrscher of Stars: Fire Moth's Biggest Lie"

A Kalpas x Herrscher!Reader fic, Chapter 1 below!

Growing up, you had always been told that Honkai was the scourge of humanity. Those words had been drilled into your head until ‘Honkai’ and ‘enemy’ became synonymous. Honkai took your family when you were still young, and it took you not long after. You didn’t die, no, you became its weapon, its puppet, a Herrscher.

“The Herrscher of Stars has appeared and destroyed three main Honkai energy reactors.”

“Three MANTISes and five MOTH squads have been gravely injured in the fight against the Herrscher of Stars.”

“The Herrscher of Stars has brought fear to the entire Atlantic coast and is now missing. When, and where will they strike next?”

“The Herrscher of Stars is a mildly popular conspiracy theory that people today are still trying to prove.”

“Good luck,” you scoffed and scrolled past the clickbait video and the four ads with Eden’s face plastered on them to reach the recipe you were trying to get to in the first place. Tugging up your sleeves, you walked across the kitchen to grab the first few ingredients you’d need. Once you’d set them on the counter, you glanced at the list again, then opened the small refrigerator in your apartment.

“It’s been four years since the disaster people claim was the work of the Herrscher of Stars,” the video began playing again. With a groan, you gave up on stopping the exaggerated narration and reached for the eggs.

“Able to manipulate gravity, and reportedly a serious threat that even Fire Moth acknowledges, but they ‘mysteriously’ disappeared in the middle of their attack and haven’t been heard from since. My bet? The Herrscher of Stars is just a coverup for a Fire Moth experiment gone horribly wrong.”

“That’s a new one,” you grumbled to yourself while cracking open the egg and smoothly dropping it into the bowl. Thinking about the incident brought a sense of pride and anger from the Herrscher still locked within your mind. She had done an immense amount of damage, were it not for you fighting against her, she would’ve leveled the coast in hours.

“Behave,” you mentally slapped the Herrscher on the wrist. “I’ll stop making the brownies if you keep trying to get out.” As if to prove the seriousness of your threat, you placed your hands on your hips and took a step away from the counter you’d been working at.

The murderous thoughts slunk back into the depths of your mind and allowed you to resume mixing the batter.

You forgot to preheat the oven.

Closing your eyes and giving a sigh, you stepped over to set the temperature.

“Thank you.” No matter how annoyed you sounded, you truly appreciated the reminder. Hearing thoughts and reminders in a slow, distorted voice had become the norm for you. Most times she was complaining about humans in general, but every so often she could be helpful.

For the remainder of the time you spent stirring, she left you alone with your music. As soon as you slid the pan into the oven, she was back.

How long?

“Twenty minutes,” you rolled your eyes. “You can see the timer just as well as I can.”

Not when you move your stupid eyeballs like that.

Looking pointedly at the timer for five long seconds, you grumbled under your breath the whole time. Causing harm was in your Herrscher’s nature, but at the end of the day, she acted more like a child. The brownies were her reward for being—mostly—quiet on your last mission. Sometimes it felt like you had to put her in a time-out corner, away from the rest of your thoughts.

That childlike behavior extended to her knowledge about the world. Most things were new to her; that had been how you regained control when she first appeared.

“You can’t enjoy a world you’ve killed already,” you had reasoned. And it worked. With a few exceptions, you have been in control of your body ever since. It had been her idea to join Fire Moth.

Hide right under their nose, she’d said. Really, she just wanted to see what it was like, but it was a good way for you to burn off her anger, and Herrscher powers certainly helped in a fight. You never used them to their full extent; increasing gravity until you could crush a building like a tin can was a little overkill, and someone would certainly notice your eyes glowing.

The Herrscher of Stars—you just called her Star—was just as afraid of being caught by the members of Fire Moth as you were. Your death meant her death, and there was still a lot of exploring she wanted to do. It had taken time, but the two of you had learned to live peacefully with humanity and help in the battle against Honkai.

“Oh? Are you going out then?” Eden stood in front of you, beautiful as ever, even after coming back from a weeklong mission.

“Kevin asked me to go with Hua as backup,” you adjusted the strap of the bag over your shoulder. “Can’t ignore the big boss man.” A sigh from you was met with a laugh from Eden.

“No, we can’t,” she sent you that infectious smile of hers, making you shake your head with a smile of your own. “Be careful. Keep Hua safe.”

“You know I will,” you gave a mock salute just to hear Eden laugh again before heading to your dropship. Hua was already on board, sitting calmly, though you could feel the anxiousness coming off of her in waves.

What’s she got to be worried about? Star sneered, making you frown. This is a big job, you thought back, she just wants things to go smoothly. Star scoffed but didn’t say anything else. “I looked over the mission briefing,” you dropped your bag to the floor and took the seat next to the young MANTIS. “It seems pretty straightforward. If I can handle it, you won’t have any problem with something so easy.” Comforting wasn’t your forte, but you still wanted Hua to know she had your support.

“I know,” she went through the motions of preparing for takeoff to avoid nervously tapping her fingers. “But missions that seem simple always end up going wrong.”

“Anything goes wrong, we’ll handle it then. Until something happens, there’s no point in worrying about ‘what-ifs.’” You fastened your seatbelt and kicked your bag under the seat. The rest of the flight was quiet, Hua meditating while you mentally argued with Star.

For someone who could manipulate gravity, she was awfully scared of heights. Anytime you got in a plane, she would start yelling just for the sake of yelling. She could easily create a zero-gravity field and be perfectly safe from falling, but the thought never seemed to help. This meant every flight you were stuck holding her hand. If something distracted you too much and you forgot, she’d start screaming again, demanding your attention.

As soon as the plane touched ground, Star was fine. She’d push you away in your mind, as though just being near you was offensive, then pretend her temper tantrum never happened. Hua got out first; this was really her mission, and you were only supposed to interfere if things went really bad.

For the most part, the job went fine. She may not be the strongest MANTIS, but she still packed a punch—literally. In the end, the mission was just you trailing behind her, occasionally using your lance to knock away a stay bit of debris, and doing your best to keep Star entertained. She was bemoaning your lack of action on the way back to the ship when the call came in.

“Agent Hua, we need you to redirect your path to intercept a different threat.” The voice was a little tinny coming through the communicator, but the message got across. Stopping, you looked at Hua, who was technically the mission leader, waiting for her response.

“Go ahead HQ,” she spoke in a very stern voice that reminded you just how serious she was about being a soldier.

“There is a rogue MANTIS twenty kilometers north of your position.” You frowned at that, and Hua shared a look with you that said she had the same thought. Rogue agents only had two outcomes. Either they were ‘neutralized,’ or captured and brought back to base. Neither was a particularly good option, and fighting a fellow MOTH—potentially a friend—never sat well with you.

“Returning this agent to base is your highest priority. Information will be sent to your dropship for you to review. Contact us once you are en route to base.” The officer on the other end didn’t even bother waiting for a response before cutting the call.

Finally! Something to do, Star cheered.

Nothing good, you thought back.

As promised, the files were sent over, causing the main console on the ship to flash in a bid for your attention. Once you knew who the agent was, the files were unnecessary. Everyone knew Kalpas, and everyone hoped they wouldn’t be the ones tasked with bringing him back that week. Between his fiery temper and equally fiery fists, wrangling him was a nightmare, he’d gone through more adjutants than you knew were even in Fire Moth. So it came as no surprise that his latest one was struggling.

You knew his current superior officer, actually. Her name was Mandy, and she was the most strait-laced MOTH you had the displeasure of knowing. Honestly, you were impressed she lasted this long—a whole two days! Kalpas must be slacking; you wouldn't last a day before putting in a transfer request.

“A straight confrontation won’t go well,” Hua leaned back in her seat as you flew to your new objective.

“No… How comfortable are you with using Fenghuang Down?” She brought her hand to her chin in thought at hearing your question.  

“Reasonably. I assume you want to use that to try and stop him?”

“That’s our best bet, don’t you think?” you eyed the girl who nodded slowly. “I’ll distract him, you knock him out. We have some sedatives on the ship we can use until we get back if we have to.”

“Will you be ok fighting him?” Hua allowed the slightest bit of worry to slip into her voice.

I’ll send him straight to hell! Star was beginning to get fired up.

“Yeah, I can handle a couple of minutes of dodging,” you gave a reassuring smile.

Things had not gone to plan. Kalpas had spotted Hua almost immediately and moved faster than you could keep up with. Luckily, you caught him in time, Hua was alive, just knocked out. That meant your initial strategy was down the drain and Star chanting for you to kill the MANTIS in front of you was making it hard to think.

Shut up for a second, will you?! you shouted into your mind, eyes flashing a deep blue for a moment. Any time your anger got the better of you, she’d try to come out, but you quickly dragged her back. Kalpas didn’t notice your internal struggle, too preoccupied with trying to knock your head off.

The fight was not going well, and with Hua out of commission, you were running low on options. Kalpas zeroed in on your distraction and lunged for you. You may not have panicked, but Star certainly did.

Survival mode kicked in and you were kicked out. Less than a second later, your eyes were the color of the night sky, and your outstretched hand glowed blinding white like the stars you were named after. Kalpas was lifted into the air, where he hung for a moment. Clenching your fist, the star in your hand collapsed into a blackhole, pulling him back down to the ground and pinning him in place from the drastic increase of gravity. He snarled in frustration, but even his fire was under your control, keeping him safely away from you.

Arguing with Star, she gave you some control, ensuring that the MOTH wasn’t completely crushed. Still holding the swirling blackhole in your hand, you kneeled next to Kalpas and gave him a shot of the sedative, not letting the gravity field go until his flames were extinguished. Closing your eyes, you let out a deep breath. When you opened them again, the dark blue identifying you as a Herrscher was gone, only a barely-there ring on the outside of your iris.

With Kalpas officially down for the count, the next thing you needed to do was make sure Hua was ok. A quick nudge was all it took to get a groan from her. Now satisfied that she was working on waking herself up, you went back to Kalpas and picked him up with a grunt. Carrying around your lance was no mean feat, but you usually cheated and lowered gravity around you to make it easier to swing. With Hua walking so close to you, you were forced to carry Kalpas back to the ship the old-fashioned way.

I had a typo that said "The Bathe against Honkai" instead of "battle" and I am so sorry if there are more mistakes that bad. Also the top trending search on the HI3 wiki is "Herrschers" and I'm convinced it's because I open the tab like every 5 minutes. You would think I'd know the order by now

[varilien]

am i blanchin?

girl we blanchin!!

HI HIII happy birthday to everyone's favorite mystery twins!! how did they grow up so fast!!!!

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[ashipwreckcoast]

i could, in theory, buy a tofu press

[userarmand]

I feel like I get to pick one thing for myself, and it's her. A weird white lady I met by happenstance.

[melonfacade]

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

[sockenpuppe]

IT'S ZELDA WITH A STEEL CHAIR!

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[cozylittleartblog]

"content creator" is a corporate word.

we are artists.

[gallusneve]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard - Taash

[vaggieslefteye]

VEROSIKA MAYDAY, Succubus Pop Star | 2x09 - Apology Tour

"Blitz, there is a crowd full of people here who cared so much they throw an entire fucking party about hating you every year! Do you know how much you have to care to do something as stupid as that?"

[kalpasio]

The Herrscher of Stars

The Herrscher of Stars: Content at Last

A Kalpas x Herrscher!Reader fic, Chapter 7, the final chapter below!

You were laying on your back on the floor of your bedroom, looking at the ceiling. Elysia had worn you out, listing anything that could be considered a date and suggesting every one. It was exhausting just listening to her, but then she got Eden in on it and the two of them started talking about what clothes to wear to which dates.

At some point it just became the two of them planning a date and you were able to sneak out. Star had officially tapped out at five minutes in, and you guessed she was still asleep. Unfortunately for you, the talk with Elysia had left you with a lot to think about, and your brain was too awake for you to sleep any time soon. When you heard a knock, you glanced at the time and realized you’d been on the floor for twenty minutes. Dropping your head back on the ground, you gave a loud ‘it’s open,’ and waited.

“What are you doing.” Kalpas stood over you, his question seemed more like an accusation of you doing something you shouldn’t.

“Thinking,” you mumbled, looking back up at him. “You’re very cute from this angle.” Kalpas said nothing, but crouched down next to you, balancing on the balls of his feet. He was to your side now, so you couldn’t see him without turning your head, which was way too much work.

“You’re cute form that angle too, but I’m guessing you’re over there because you don’t want me to see you,” you sighed.

“What are you thinking about?” You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed he had to ask, or just regular Kalpas-annoyed.

“Thinking about what Emile would say.” The leather of Kalpas’ gloves creaked, and you knew every muscle in his body was tense at your words. That didn’t stop you from continuing on. “He’d expect you to be stubborn, but I bet he’d be mad at me for how I’m acting. Call me an idiot and force us to get along.”

“No,” Kalpas was firm in his response, but took a second to elaborate. He sat on the floor next to you with his legs crossed. “He’d call you an idiot, but only after trying to kill me four times.”

“Only four?” You turned your head to look at him now, and Kalpas met your eyes with a glare.

“Four was the most he’d ever do in one day. He’d be tired of our shit after one day.” He spoke in a low tone, though it didn’t make him sound any less intimidating.

“Is that what happened when you fought over who’s turn it was to pick a movie? He tried to kill you four times, then you caved?”

“Three. The fourth he threatened to involve you.”

“And here I thought he liked me. Turns out he wanted me dead too,” you gave a dry laugh and looked back at the ceiling. The man next to you scoffed.

“He wouldn’t hurt you.” He was extremely confident, the loud Kalpas you were used to coming back. “I would’ve had his head before he could.”

“You’d defend a Herrscher?” you asked, looking more confident than you felt.

“I would defend you.” There was no hesitation in his response, and you could hear the aggression plain as day.

“Can we stop doing…whatever this is? I left my good blanket in your room.”

He stood and looked down at you, still laying on the floor. “Get up.”

“You’re asking an awful lot,” you sighed and made one move to stand before Kalpas threw you over his shoulder instead.

“I asked you to stand. How is that a lot?”

“It’s a lot of work! Besides, why would I ever pass up this view?” You heard a grunt, and then you were in front of him being held under your armpits.

“Stop talking about my ass or I’m dropping you.”

You mimed zipping your lips shut and Kalpas threw you back over his shoulder. “I wasn’t talking about your ass, but now that you mention it—” You fell on your bed with an ‘oof’ and watched him walk past.

“You have five minutes to start walking before I lock my door.”

“Wait, wait!” your door closed behind him, and you scrambled to get out of bed and follow. “No more comments on your ass, promise!” you said once you caught up. A beat passed, then, “What about your arms?”

Thank you so much for reading this!!!! There are obviously ways to do this sorta story without it being angsty, but my brain just defaulted to "angst" or "extra angst." I also think that like how Kalpas would act with a Herrscher!Reader would change a lot depending on when they meet. Like at this point it was fine, if it was after the Herrscher of Corruption, we know he was upset about Rin being killed, I think he'd be more chill. ER he obviously takes some time to warm up to Mei, but he's still one of the first ones to meet her, she's a Herrscher, but also a good opponent and I think the second matters more to him. Anyways that's my rant for the story.

I really really hope you liked it, and I'm sorry it's so scuffed rn, I will fix it when I have a brain. I'm not committing to a specific time cause it's probably just gonna be whenever I take a break from hw but it'll happen also I'm realizing that saying "will be edited" sounds like I'm gonna change the plot. Nah, I'm just gonna do the thing I'm supposed to do before posting and read the story and get rid of spelling errors

It's edited now! Hopefully!

[soappox]

they're amusing to me

[mischievous-thunder]

Wade's life's so damn colourful

[gammija]

nothing personal but this kind of comment rlly exemplifies to me a disconnect between canon and popular fanon jmart characterization because they almost literally had this conversation in canon - except, their lines are swapped!

jon, for all his scared grouchiness, is a secret romantic, while martin, for all his forced optimism, is at his core a pragmatist

[homefryboy]

finally, I have them all