#herta hsr

[aventurineswife]

Imagine eldritch Creator with an avatar they use to interact with the material world for a moment.

Like, maybe no one but those who's minds have been touched by the Creator can tell what their avatar is.

Maybe Herta encounters them, and is now following them around like a lost puppy doing what she does best, maybe trying to ingratiate herself with the Creator.

But no, the main reason I've had this ask is because, what if Aglaea tried to fathom Creators intentions with her strings?

I still don't fully understand everything that she can do with the strings, but I do know that at a bare minimum she can feel emotions and detect lies with them. So what if the Creator could hide both from her? Maybe Aglaea witnessed the Creators sheer power and tries to discern if they are a threat or not, and upon seeing that there is *nothing* there to discern she gets Castorice to eliminate the avatar.

Only for Castorice's touch to do nothing. And why would it? The avatar is something hand-crafted by a being so much more than they knew, death is not something the avatar will ever experience unless it's by the hands of the Creator.

So, to calm Aglaea they let just a small amount of their emotion flow, and what Aglaea feels is mind shattering.

It isn't any known emotion, it's an endless chasm of... something. Why can't she understand?

Aglaea starts to dig her threads deeper, trying to get into the avatars mind, and the Creator let's them. And, in a single moment Aglaea sees what she shouldn't have.

Where I can see Herta embracing and accepting, loving and cherishing every moment she can get with the Creator, I see Aglaea fighting against and revolting at what she has seen and felt. How could anyone love a being like the Creator? How could the Trailblazer and Dan Heng worship something so terrible? So endlessly vast and evil?

Oh, you’ve really cracked open some wild layers here.

The concept of the Creator using an avatar to interact with the material world is just... chef’s kiss. The idea that only those who’ve been touched by the Creator can recognize it is so haunting. Imagine the Avatar appearing to the uninitiated as a simple figure—a person, a shape, a thing that fits into the world—but to Herta, Aglaea, and others who’ve glimpsed the Creator, it's something more. Something that doesn’t quite belong to the physical world. Maybe it’s made of shifting, impossible geometry, something that exists in every direction at once but only appears as a static entity to the casual observer. Or maybe it’s just… wrong in a way words can’t describe—familiar but not, like a reflection that isn’t quite yours.

Herta, ever the seeker of knowledge and fascination, would likely be thrilled, completely enchanted by the presence of the Creator's avatar. She’s found something that has the potential to entertain her for eternity. She might even want to impress the Creator, showing off her intellect, her ability to perceive things beyond mortal comprehension. She’s become this lost puppy, following them around, trying to prove she’s worthy of their attention. Maybe she even feels like she’s been “chosen” in some strange, cosmic way, because for once, someone (or something) has acknowledged her, even if it’s just by existing in her proximity. The idea that she is utterly captivated and willing to do anything just to stay in their orbit? It’s perfect.

But Aglaea’s reaction? Oh boy. Aglaea is the perfect foil for this kind of encounter. She’s incredibly perceptive with her strings��she can read emotions, detect lies, discern truth from falsehood. So when she encounters the Creator’s avatar, she’ll try to apply her normal methods of investigation, trying to understand them, to gauge them like she would anyone else. But the fact that the strings can’t even comprehend the avatar’s intentions? That’s a power so far beyond her that it fractures her reality. For someone like Aglaea, who’s used to controlling the threads of fate, to come face to face with something she can’t even touch? That’s terrifying.

Her initial reaction would be to eliminate the threat, something she feels certain she can do with Castorice at her side. But when Castorice’s touch does nothing, the sheer powerlessness of that moment would be a gut-punch to Aglaea. She’s never been made to feel so utterly small. And she’s terrified, trying to rationalize why her abilities failed in the face of this unknown force.

To calm Aglaea, the Creator allows just the faintest trickle of their emotion to bleed through. And Aglaea feels it—the emptiness, the vastness, the horror of it. It’s not even an emotion in the traditional sense. It’s an incomprehensible chasm of raw, primordial energy, a void so profound that it shatters everything Aglaea knows about existence. How can she make sense of it? How can she even label it? There’s no comfort in it, no safety. There’s only awareness—the awareness that the universe is insignificant in the face of this boundless force. That everything she has ever known, every emotion, every experience, is tiny, fleeting, and utterly irrelevant in the grand cosmic scheme of things. The fact that Aglaea can’t even interpret the Creator’s true intentions sends her spiraling into madness.

And this is where it gets really fascinating. Herta, with her unquenchable thirst for knowledge, would embrace what she’s seen, accept it for what it is, and revel in the madness of it. She’s found something so vast, so incomprehensible, that it excites her. But Aglaea? She’s different. She’s a person who is used to control, to the certainty that she can understand things. She can manipulate emotions, she can feel her way through the threads of life, but this? The Creator’s presence doesn’t just break her control—it destroys the very fabric of her understanding.

When she tries to dig deeper into the Avatar’s mind, she is granted access—because the Creator doesn’t fear her. They don’t care what she sees. But in that instant, when Aglaea sees the truth of what the Creator is... her mind fractures. She sees a being so ancient, so far beyond mortal comprehension, that it warps her very understanding of the universe. The Creator isn’t evil in a traditional sense—they simply are, existing outside of any moral framework. Their intentions, their existence, are simply beyond anything that can be understood by the likes of mortals.

And Aglaea sees that. She feels it. And she can’t bear it. How could anyone worship something so… indifferent, so vastly evil in its disregard for life and suffering? How could Dan Heng and the Trailblazer, people she’s known, accept this as part of their reality? The mere thought that this is the force that shapes everything—it’s too much. Aglaea begins to fight against the truth she’s seen, to reject it, to pull away from it. She may even turn her strings inward, frantically trying to sever any connection to the Avatar, to block out the knowledge that’s been imprinted into her mind.

What’s so intriguing about these two characters is the contrast in how they approach the Creator. Herta embraces the madness and beauty of the Creator, accepting the cosmic horror with open arms, while Aglaea fights it tooth and nail, unable to reconcile the truth she’s seen with her own understanding of reality. This divide could cause serious tension, especially if Aglaea starts to question the Creator’s influence on others—like Dan Heng or the Trailblazer—and what it means for their very existence.

In a way, this sets up two opposing views of how to respond to the Creator: one sees them as an opportunity for growth and infinite curiosity, the other as an abomination that must be destroyed before it can swallow everything.

I can already tell this AU is shaping up to be something wild. The philosophical, existential, and cosmic horror aspects are amazing, but also, it’s got a very personal touch with how these characters interact with such a vast, unknowable force. You’ve got everything here: love, madness, conflict, acceptance, and rejection. The contrast between Herta’s embrace and Aglaea’s horror alone would make for some epic character arcs and tension.

[chattematsu]

sorry I associate Herta dolls with minions now

[honkaistarrailsblog]

Bro looked at welt like he’s at the doctors and still needs his dad to tell the doctor his name and explain his symptoms for him.

[another-goblin]

Why Dr. Ratio is working with Screwllum on Divergent Universe (it's goal is to study human nature after all):

Why Dr. Ratio isn't working with Herta on Simulated Universe:

bonus:

[wiadrorobakow]

Geniuses (+ their guinea pig)

[rewuyuu]

[cosmicquilt]

the heart rate monitor stays ON during sex

[beepop-uwu]

Madam Herta my beloved

[aislingxyz]

i love herta

[salmon4dinner]

[skara-skoot]

that time i tried to draw hsr characters from memory… tough crowd!

if you guys want me to I’ll try to draw the belabog and xianzhou characters next ;)

[aventurineswife]

Eldritch ask back lol

I've just been thinking about how Castorice would respond to the situation following Aglaea ordering the Creators death.

I can absolutely see Castorice being the most "ok" with the Creator among the Heirs, maybe even relieved. Sure she is cautious, because they could be a threat that Amphoreus can't deal with. But the thought that there is someone, something, out there that can exist next to her without being affected might warp her mind.

Finally there is someone she can touch, someone that she doesn't have to fear that her curse could end them. She could finally have a companion that wouldn't, couldn't, leave her.

Maybe she tries to hide how she feels from Aglaea (for all the good that does) and the other Heirs in fear that she might be seen as a traitor, especially if Aglaea reveals what exactly she went through and saw when she connected to the Creator.

Maybe Castorice falls in love with the Creator, maybe she becomes a believer and shifts her beliefs to align more with the Trailblazer's and Dan Heng's.

Aglaea and Mydei are most likely the most opposed to this. Aglaea for obvious reasons and Mydei for the fact that if he is aware that all of his struggles, all of his deaths and victories were likely predetermined and that the Creator knows the future. If he isn't, he is still weary but not to the extent that he's resenting the Creator.

Phainon and Tribbie would probably be in the middle. Happy that Castorice has found someone immune to her curse, but also concerned for the future of Amphoreus.

Regardless, Castorice has an obsession that she sinks her claws deep into and will not let go so easily.

(Bonus just witnessing Herta and Castorice fighting over who's the Creators favorite)

Oh, this is deliciously tragic and compelling. Castorice, the untouchable, finally finding someone she can touch—or rather, someone who can’t be touched by her curse. The idea that she isn't a threat to them, that her presence doesn’t bring ruin, is probably so intoxicating that she can’t let go of it, even if she knows she should.

And then you add in the politics of the Heirs? The schisms this would cause? Beautiful.

At first, she’s wary. The Creator is an unknown, something outside of fate, and she has spent too long knowing that everything she touches is doomed to destruction.

But then? She realizes.

The Creator doesn’t die.

They don’t wither under her touch. They don’t recoil in fear. They don’t change at all—because what is her curse to something beyond the very concept of mortality?

It’s liberating.

For the first time in her life, she can stand next to someone without worrying about what her existence means for them. She can get close—closer than she ever has before. And the more she does, the more obsessed she becomes.

At first, it’s just a fascination. Then, it turns into loyalty. Then, it turns into devotion—one that she doesn’t know how to justify to the others.

Aglaea hates this.

After what she saw—what she felt—she can’t understand how anyone could love the Creator. To her, they are terrifying, unknowable, fundamentally wrong. When Castorice defends them, when she stands against her in even the smallest way, Aglaea sees it as a betrayal.

Mydei, meanwhile, is caught in his own existential horror. If the Creator knew all along, if his victories and deaths were predetermined, then what was the point of any of it?

If he doesn’t know, he’s still wary. The Creator might be the first being in existence that he truly cannot account for, that his plans mean nothing against—and that terrifies him.

Phainon and Tribbie are caught in the middle. They see how much the Creator’s presence means to Castorice, but they can’t ignore what Aglaea went through, nor the possible ramifications of their presence in Amphoreus. Are they a god? A mistake? A force beyond all reckoning?

And then there’s Herta...

Castorice has never had anyone like this before. She will not let them go.

Herta has never seen something so fascinating. She will not let them go.

The two of them end up in a cold war of devotion, constantly trying to one-up each other, trying to prove themselves to the Creator.

Herta, who seeks understanding. Who wants to reach that moment of clarity again, to witness the Creator in all their incomprehensible glory. She views the Creator as a puzzle, an experiment, the ultimate mystery to solve.

Castorice, who seeks connection. Who doesn’t need to understand them, who only needs to know that she can be with them. To her, the Creator isn’t an experiment. They are salvation.

Maybe it’s subtle at first, little gestures—Herta constantly finding new ways to study the Creator, Castorice always positioning herself closest to them. But then it escalates.

Herta designs tests, experiments, ways to push the limits of what the Creator can do.

Castorice intervenes, refusing to let anyone treat them like an experiment.

Herta points out how absurd it is to “worship” something you don’t understand.

Castorice argues that Herta only seeks knowledge because she’s too afraid to embrace the truth.

It gets to a point where, if the Creator so much as looks at one of them for a second too long, the other one immediately tries to reassert their importance.

Herta: “Well, of course, they acknowledge me. I am, after all, the most brilliant mind in the universe.”

Castorice: “They acknowledge me because I am worthy. Unlike you.”

Meanwhile, the Creator? They are completely indifferent to the conflict. Or maybe they deliberately allow it to continue, simply because they find it amusing.

The most heartbreaking part of this? Castorice, in her obsession, is still alone.

The Creator does not return her devotion, not in the way she might wish. They can’t—not because they are cruel, but because they are so much more than what she thinks they are.

And yet, she won’t stop reaching for them.

She’s found the one thing she can touch, the one thing she can’t destroy. She’s found relief from her curse. And even if it fractures her bonds with the other Heirs, even if it makes her an outcast among her people, she won’t let go.

Because the alternative? The idea of being alone again?

That’s something she cannot bear.

[chattematsu]

she finally can eat RM's cakes yaaay

[sukifoof-art]

sorry for not posting for a bit!! things have been busy and i wanted to draw more hsr characters BUT this is what i have . for now. anyway it is not surprising that these freaks are my favorite especially polka kakamond my beautiful freak wife <3 i am a hertamond truther

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