#hcnkaibrainrot {sirin}

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@hcnkaibrainrot​ replied:  didn't ask + don't care + you're annoying

“Wow, rent free huh?”

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@hcnkaibrainrot​

Ah, another lost child whose eyes are showing her the end result of those who try to reach out for the stars long dead and gone. The humanity’s desire to move forward brings forth arrogance, and arrogance brings forth suffering that creates countless more plagues beyond anyone’s control. It pains her to see this girl who radiates pain and suffering in the eyes of the woman who remembers Griseo’s struggles. The white parchment paper easily tainted, but the paper she sees before her is already tainted in red and black. The child wishes for the warmth, for belonging, for the end where loneliness won’t be her end. The psychic MANTIS steps forward to the other, not fearing any of the abilities. She does not look at her with fear or malice, there is no hatred, there is only compassion. 

“ You are hurt, ” the woman says softly, noting on the internal pain rather than the physical. Her eyes have seen countless tragedies, she’s done everything she could to lead those forth. Su has mentioned before but her appearance sways people, her voice alone and her presence would make people wish to worship her. However, she does not do anything to do this. Her aura is one of welcoming, of salvation, of gentleness. The salvation that Kevin Kaslana was not able to provide to any living soul. His sins will remain irredeemable just like her own. “ I wish you no harm. ” It is the truth, there is no harm in bringing discipline and restraint to those who suffer and fall deeper into the city of sorrow. It is not this girl’s destine, it is not this girl’s end goal, it must not be her end. The eternal torment is hers to bear, the one whose butterfly wings can create a hurricane. 

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@hcnkaibrainrot​ sent:  ✘ for raguna from sirin :plead: ✘ = hugging them

The surrogate daughter catches him from the side this time, a welcoming gesture made on his return from another day at work. Had she not looped her arms around him there’s a chance he may have been sent careening into the wall from the impact. Not that the worker is weak, but he is tired and when taken by surprise more comical things than normal tend to happen around him. It would be par for the course. And he wouldn’t put it past his tenant to play tricks on him. After finding his balance and poise Raguna drops his bags to the floor and drops a hand against her head to pet it.

“Sirin, I’m— oh, well I’m glad to see you too? This is different than the usual greeting.”  

Indeed, usually it’s something shouted from the other room. Had something happened? There hadn’t been any missed calls or odd messages on his phone last he checked. Rather than answers or clues the girl continues holding tight with her face buried against his ribs. When he looks down all he can see are the long flowing purple locks of her hair. Orderly, but still having the starts of a mess from being mussed about during the day he imagines. With a smile Raguna pets his arm over her, pressing back an errant tuft so it lays flush with the rest. He holds her against him, sighing from an emotion he was still learning to identify.

“Did you have fun today? Today was when that show you were waiting for started airing, right? Was it good? Maybe I should try watching it. I don’t really watch all that much TV but it seems to be something you really enjoy. …Sirin?” Still she clings, saying nothing but holding nonetheless.

On the other hand… Sirin is really strong, isn’t she?! Raguna is more or less stuck at the moment. The embrace having gone on with no sign of ending, and as loathe as he is to break the contact he does need to do a few things now that he’s back. Like. Use the bathroom… A slight chuckle, the hand that had traced and pet over her hair now patting her on the cheek.

“Hey. Uhm, Sirin? You’re kind of crushing me! As happy as I am to see you let’s not send me to the clinic right after I got back!” A gasp of air follows another more anxious chuckle.

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@hcnkaibrainrot​ replied:  sirin's already eaten 2.

“Well? How do they taste? I was wondering if the frosting was too much.”

[more-than-a-princess]

What started as adopting stuffed animals that were imperfect (loose eyes, lost ears and limbs) has now turned into the princess unofficially adopting children, animals, friends, and significant others whom she feels are otherwise alone in the world (or not. She may just really like them okay).

This is your warning. If your muse is in any way adoptable, she’s going to care for them.

[savedgames]

【 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙶: 𝚄𝙽𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 】 :// @hcnkaibrainrot​ { Sirin } sent: " Why should I spare this loser? " Sirin stares sharply at Ayaka, while her hand grips tightly onto the neck of a treasure hoarder, who looked like he was close to passing out from how tightly her fingers were closed around his throat. The effort seemed to take little out of the Herrscher, who had since disregarded him and instead taken to giving Ayaka her attention. " All people like him do is lie and steal. He'd serve this world better in the soil than walking upon it. Give me a reason, and I'll consider letting him go. " Was she doing this for theatrics or was she seriously infuriated? It's hard to tell.

          Never had Ayaka thought she would be lobbying for the sake of a Treasure Hoarder, but...well, here she was, trying to talk the purple-haired girl into putting him down and letting him go. It was nerve-wracking, and she could feel her heart racing anxiously. 「 Sirin...come on, 」 she murmurs softly, her head shaking a bit. 「 We...We don’t know why he does these things.... Maybe he’s just trying to provide for his family in the only way he knows how.... 」

          It’s a sobering thought, really, to think that maybe the leadership of Inazuma had failed people — had left them in such positions. Logically, she knows she doesn’t really have much sway in employment, but she still can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for not trying harder — for not doing more. 「 Please... No one has to die, here, Sirin.... 」

[madamhatter]

why is one of my moms a ps5

"What ever do you mean, Sirin?" Cluelessness blatant in her eyes, the off-handed inquiry already had the seamstress stumbling over her known quick thinking.

The initial query about to break from her lips was 'One of your mothers?' That was before she realized that, yes, she is a motherly figure to many and happens to share that name with a few.

After all, who could forget that the heiress apparent to the crown of the Kingdom of Novoselic happens to be the shared mother to their child? Especially through the extensive military drills and training that Sirin was gunning for. No puns intended, but there was a rocket launcher mentioned and the violet-haired teenager threw herself willingly to Sonia. And there was some retrospective regret on the young girl's part, for she simply forgot that training also meant learning and working.

"I am not sure as to who you mean. Of course, you must mean one of your other mothers and not Miss Nevermind and myself." Unfortunately, for Sophie, she has yet to see the vast expanses of the internet and terrible, no so good, shitposting that comes with it.

[pyrophvbia]

hcnkaibrainrot:

" Is that a REAL flamethrower?? "

The child stared at them with the amount of awe to be expected of their age group. Well... Pyro at least considered them a child. Teenagers count in their book. To answer her question...

The arsonist raises the nozzle into the air and fires a clear stream of flame into the air. Might want to back up a bit, Sirin. You don’t need to be on the wrong end of the torrent to feel the heat of it.

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hcnkaibrainrot asked: " Ene, we need to talk. " Said a very miffed-sounding Sirin, furiously glaring at her computer monitor as if it were a person. " Are you the one who just lagged out my game in the middle of my match!? I was THIS close to winning, you know!! "

“Mmm? I don’t just go around sabotaging people’s stuff just because I can, ya know. You sure you don’t just need to change providers? Besides, if I wanted to screw with your game, I could do worse than making you lag out...”

[orderbourne]

sirin vc can i ride in your sidecar for christmas? 🥺

"How many times do I have to tell you no? You're too young. Can't you ask me again when you're older? Maybe then I'll say yes..."

Why was this kid so damn persistent..?

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@hcnkaibrainrot​ sent:  " I don't get it. " Sirin is clearly confused. " You're super dislikable. You're a womanizer. You're a dickhead. You look like an ugly pizza delivery guy. You literally piss off Theresa every other day of the week, AND you're a magnet for other people's fists. And yet you're somehow still alive?? How do you do it? "

Ouch. Okay. Well, Wylan could argue that at least a few of those things were wrong. Not all of them, certainly. Some of the man’s traits were so prominent and flaunted that denying them would make him look stupider than he already does. Best embrace the bad with the good and all that. Damn, all this coming from a little squirt of a brat too. What’s her deal even?

“Don’t you have a new coloring book to work on for preschool?”

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@hcnkaibrainrot replied: i am. give me all those black clothes

          ❝  in other words— you want me to dress you up?  ❞   no, no it isn't.   ❝  i see...! oh, sirin, if you wanted new clothes, you could just tell me. we could go shopping together, hmhm...~  ❞  

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@hcnkaibrainrot​ sent:  " Don't ask me how, " Sirin starts, before showing Mizuki a pair of scary movie tickets, " But I got us some tickets to see a movie. Do you want in? " -- although Sirin isn't explaining how she got her hands on the tickets, it's not like she took them or nabbed them without paying. It was a barter. With a certain silver-haired loon. She paid with a jar of pickles.

There’s a few things laying around the room when Sirin appears in the Date household without warning. An organized chaos of hobby items and halfway finished chores and projects. It’s her day off from school and she’s been making the best of play catch up on various things she needed (or felt like she needed) to get done. Cards. A soon-to-be-unwrapped video game. Snacks. Okay so maybe it’s more leisure and the like than chores, but she did clean up her corner of the apartment! And the clione cage. But she left Date’s computer desk for him to handle because she doesn’t want to touch it.

“Huh. Kinda hard not to ask when you’re acting like that… it’s not like it’s hard to get movie tickets? You just take Date’s credit card and buy them online.” Squint. Squint. Think. Stare… shrug! “But whatever, so long as you didn’t hurt anyone I’m not gonna care much. But what movie did you get tickets for?” Mizuki hops up from the floor, careful not to disturb the perfect circle of sorted playing cards that had been situated around her like faithful patrons to a goddess. A skip and a hop over some wires from the TV and she’s getting the deets from Sirin.

“Ohh. This one. Were you excited to see it?” A curious look given to the alien, pensive in expression before she grins faintly. “The first one wasn’t that good. But maybe they did better with the sequel. You already got the tickets. And I need a break from doing stuff here anyway, so this works out great. Hey hey, so I’m free today. Did you want to go see it this afternoon? This theater is just a couple stops away on the train. No problem at all to get there!”

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@hcnkaibrainrot​ sent: Name: Sirin Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?: ffs answer your texts what are we doing for dinner tonight

For a second, Raguna was very confused. Not that this is anything outside the normal for the laborer to be taken off guard-- but this time it was very left field or outside of it or however that phrase went. Sirin sending in a valentine application?! That would be the last thing he wanted to have to deal with... she’s way too young!! Thank goodness it was blank outside of a complaint at the end.

Raguna looks at his phone after turning it on, several missed messages... that happened a lot. When he was busy he would leave it off so it didn’t interrupt him during a work day. That was rude for these things to go off in the middle of conversation! And with his luck? That happened a lot. For not being a very phone savvy person there were many who had his number and many more who would seek his input or assistance.

Wait a minute-

“What we’re doing for dinner? I think you mean what I’m doing ... and you’re partaking in. I really should try and get you to help now and then. It’d be a good skill for you to learn. It impresses people, you know. Ah well... better reply...” Raguna hums thoughtfully, tapping a few things in to the reply.

[Txt to:][Sirin]: Hello, Sirin. I got your message. Bacon wrapped chicken breasts with corn and potatoes.

[flowers-for-fischl-a]

" Fischl! "

Sirin's reverberating voice couldn't possibly be forgotten, whether it was for better or for worse. The self-appointed goddess appears suddenly before Fischl in the middle of a commission likely completely unrelated to Sirin, nevermind any kind of business Fischl might be feeling or the surprise and loss of composure that comes with someone appearing as suddenly as Sirin did...

" You, being knowledgeable of this land, would surely be able to fulfill a task for me, no? One that would further guarantee the safety of you and your whole as a race, yes? " Sirin smugly grins, playfully leaning on the air as she addresses her. " I desire cold cuts! Surely you know where to find the best ones, yes? I will be waiting in my usual spot. Don't leave me hanging. "

@hcnkaibrainrot

        The day had been fairly calm for the young girl, having gotten to her regular commission work after taking some time to prepare. The encounter with Sirin still weighed on her mind, but she'd been managing as best she could - and had in fact recently left a meal to the girl when she found her. Staying around wasn't something she did, as she had some fear of backlash from her, but she hadn't heard anything from her about it yet.

                            So everything was probably fine.

"Hmm... Let's see what Katheryne has for me today..."

        At the moment she had situated herself at the small campfire not far from the gates of the city, sitting down to sort through commissions - Oz resting on her shoulder as she looked through what the Adventurer's Guild had given her for the day. Some of the standard - a new encroaching group of hilichurls, an investigation commission for rumored Abyss Order activity. Oh here was an interesting one: deliver a sensitive package from one lo-

                          Sirin appeared out of thin air directly in front of her.

                 Fischl very nearly jumped out of her skin.

       With the unexpected and largely unwelcome arrival of the Goddess, Fischl practically leapt to her feet, scattering the commission papers across the area in the panic. Was Sirin mad at her? Had she figured out that she was responsible for the food? Was she going ot be ups-

"Wh-?!"

        Sirin seemed to be extremely smug in her current position, and had already worded this in a way that made it very clear that whatever came next was not optional.

                                                  Cold cuts.

          Sirin was demanding that she find and bring cold cuts to her.

"C-cold... Cuts..?"

        Evidently she had not figured out that the platter was her making, but if she made another Die Heilige Sinfonie it would immediately give away that she was responsible for it. However, for Sirin and the sake of Teyvat, she couldn't just go skimping out on production quality.

"E-erm... Alright, I'll find you the best ones that I can - and I... I'm something of a cook, if you'd like me to try and prepare you a dish?"

[madamhatter]

@hcnkaibrainrot​ scribbled on the wall: I’m sorry I don’t know how to express myself.. ..But you do mean a lot to me. Even if I’m bad at showing it. - Sirin.

Voiceless confession inked, Sophie’s calloused fingers trace over hesitant and rewritten words. Scrawled in black ink,  the words are unnoticeable to the naked eye from its position alone. Towards the corner and in such small scripture is where someone find the apology and admittance. The one meant to find it would and she managed to.

Such words belong to one whose self becomes estranged with each passing day, her 'self’ succumbing to the void of emotional turmoil. A child who should’ve been given the chance to grow, but never had the time nor place. The reason for it is nonexistent and no answer can be found as to why life came to be this way. An unfair but realistic answer that helps answer something. But it is neither satisfying, comforting, nor helpful as someone wishes it to be.

( What done is done, forever in the past. ..Which is shite. It’s true but it’s shite. ...It still comes for us, though. Only we can decide if we let it back in. ) 

The past cannot be undone and the ‘self’ of then will not come back. That was the harrowing part that Sophie faced in her youth. But that was not the end.

Humans are not limited materials, they are organic and thriving beings. Like a burnt forest, the scorched ground does not mean nothing will grow. Life persists one way or another, as does humanity. All it takes is the will to grow and the resources - like plants need water and sun. Humans, though, have the much eclectic but capricious source: another human.

Now comes the question of to trust again, to face again, to live again. All it takes is to ask for help. Anyone can be helped. Not me. Even those without voice. Not anymore. All it takes is an open hand. Never again.

Still alive, still with chances, she is too young to approach the world with such unforgiving rancor and unease. Life has only begun, even if it cannot be like the one before. She is still a young girl and can take all the time she should. ( Be what others may not let you be. Because who are they to decide what you can or cannot be? They are someone but they are not you. You are you and you are someone too; the most important someone to you. )

Sophie’s hand will always be there, no matter what. 

The seamstress settles back onto her feet, dusting off the ends of her skirt. A deep exhale out and she turns over her shoulder, thoughts locked in her mind and face illegible what else goes on in there. She hooks both of her thumbs in either pocket of her skirt, before silently walking off..

 ( . . . ) 

A muted disturbance comes in the sound of a sliding door into the room that Sirin is in. The cool air building in the room slithers out from the now opened doorway. Whoever was there was making a loud rustling noise, something that rattles and could’ve distracted Sirin from whatever it was she was doing. 

At the doorway is a familiar face. The subtle Sophie in her uniformed grays and stoic expression. Something in her left hand but it isn’t like the usual in her inventory like binders, sketchbooks, clipboards, or even papers. 

“Sirin.” Muted warmth greets as she takes a step forward. Sophie’s thumb taps against the item in her hand. Tock-tock-tock. It sounds like plastic. “Good afternoon, I was wondering where you’ve been.” 

“I have something that might be of interest.” And then she presents the object of interest with a slight smile.

“I managed to find a copy of Super Raguna Sunshine!” A game that Sirin has referenced countless times in conversations. It was something Sophie vaguely understands that has to do with a ridiculous amounts of button inputting, a vacation gone wrong, and a dashing hero! 

 “I heard you’re quite the expert at it and played it quite a bit,” she admits. “I wanted a try at it myself but it seems that my hands are more fit for working than playing.” Feigning ignorance aside, she speaks with an incredible enthusiasm with almost glimmer in her eyes. 

“Can you help an old woman out?”