#hes too senile

[sherbetyy]

my reaction to ppl hating on some human designs for the main 3 bc they aren’t conventionally attractive 🖕🖕

[seagull-scribbles]

I see so much art for the future Rise turtles, BUT WHAT OF THESE!? So i did a quick messy sketch during my 1hr lecture

2003 - S3E21

[sidetongue]

4/7 

[shiawasekai]

Idk how this works, but 4,18,28 please

Hello, thank you. It's perfect like this! From this ask game

4. What did they do before they became a crusader? Did they have a job, an occupation?

Answered here!

18. If they survived, what is their life post crusade?

Nela survives the Crusades, staying in Drezen as its governor. To put it in few words: she has nowhere else to go anyway, and despite the many struggles and the growing mental health issues she also feels fulfilled by the job and has a talent for it. She has grown attached to the place and its people, it's where she belongs now that her home is gone.

That's... not as positive a choice as it may sound.

The first few months after the Crusades are won, Nela remains busy. However, as soon as Drezen and Mendev start to settle in, the companions go on their respective ways and the workload goes down... she crashes and goes on a downward spiral.

All the mental issues and trauma she had shouldered by playing the part of the perfect Commander start to appear, and she declines fast. Any attempt to help is pointless. She doesn't want to talk about the actual sources of her issues, so there is no way for anyone to intervene. It gets bad, really bad. She starts to self-harm a few months in.

It's only thanks to Sosiel's intervention that the situation gets solved before it can reach a critical point. Sosiel and Nela share a homeland, both coming from Carpenden, Andoran. He knows her relatives, enough to have mostly figured out by himself what's truly going on and approaching her brother, now an elder man in his 90s, with the full story. A way to return the favor, so to speak.

Samel, Nela's brother, ends up rushing to Drezen to meet up with Nela. Having a part of her family, her old world, back is a massive relief, but it's as much of a relief to have someone she can afford to be fully honest with. She doesn't have to fear hurting him with her feelings and thoughts, or to show weakness to the wrong person as someone in a position of authority. It doesn't magically make it all better, but it gets her started.

She ends up retiring from Drezen for about half a year to get some rest and work out her issues, moving to one of Daeran's properties closer to Nerosyan. Anevia and Irabeth contact her from time to time for bigger decisions, but she is mostly left to rest and recover.

It takes her years before she works out through it all. It's never fully gone, but she is finally comfortable in her own skin and at peace with how her life turned out. She remains just a governor, stubbornly refusing getting any more political power and making an effort to discourage anything that may push her beyond the edge onto divinity.

She also remains in contact with the Hand of the Inheritor and her fellow angels companions. From time to time, she goes on escapades to help them out in other planes. The rest of her time and effort is spent in helping out with purifying the Worldwound and providing aid to the efforts of the Sarkorians, druids and other followers of the Green Faith.

Daeran and her only marry once the worst of her own issues have passed, about 2 years after the Crusades have ended.

28. Would they be a companion instead of the KC? What would their storyline and personal quest be?

Answered here!

[kyouka-supremacy]

HE STRAIGHT UP CALLED DAZAI-SAN SENILE

[mudvi]

the unintentionally funniest part of those “if john lennon was alive today hed like joe rogan/be nonbinary/shitpost” posts people love to make is the fact that hed be 84 years old. like okay.

[onychespherein]

me making the sams/laes x cotl AU, 2024, colorised:

allow me to ramble for a bit because its been a week and my brain is Rotting with a capital R, i am now 100% commited to this thing my brain birthed to cope with its parents (me & my previous obsession, cult of the lamb) divorcing

the general idea is that lunar somehow digs up a crown from the trash heap when the gang is exploring a robot graveyard (see: post-apocalyptic vibes, i just think robot graveyards are such a cool concept i wanted one ok). anyway. none of them really know what the fuck this thing even is, except for solar maybe, who has like a general idea, just a hunch really, and it's not like he ever really saw the bishops from up close, right, he doesn't actually know what the crowns are, how they look like, etc. maybe its just a thing people draw that doesn't really exist, you know, like halos around the heads of some higher up cultists. besides, there's no fucking way lunar found one just, what, lying around, right? Right?

and when they try to get rid of it, because of course they do, it's obviously some old magic artefact, they have no goddamn idea what it does, seriously lunar, why are you going around picking up potentially deadly things you know nothing about, for fuck's sake, what if it KILLED you, (this is the sound of sun having a PTSD flashback to that one time lunar almost blew them all up because he picked up a magic equivalent of a bomb moon & solar were working on and yes, they both got chewed out for that one too)

anyway, they try to get rid of the crown, right, but it just. doesn't work. no matter how hard they throw/kick it, it always comes back. they can't break it. magic doesn't work. at some point it sticks itself to lunar's head and they can't pull it off.

they give up (after like a few days) because clearly there's nothing they can do and it isn't hurting lunar, for now, and honestly they have bigger problems on hand than some stupid floating crown that doesn't do shit. like idk the demon currently possessing sun ((because demons are a Thing in cotl that i constantly forget about when i go crusading. bruh)

it takes a while but eventually cultists start coming after them, like they already had some less than pleasant encounters & avoided them best they could, but now the cultists are coming specifically for them. or, more like, for lunar.

and then lunar dies, gets resurrected, and starts their own cult. fun

[apodemus-sylvaticus]

Laris, waiting for Picard to show up after season 3, who totally forgot he was supposed to go to her or even that he had a girlfriend and is playing home with Beverly and Jack:

[truthsinwhispers]

My son Tony who has every disease

[neonjazzparty]

I had a dream that the Riddler died and at his funeral all the rogues gallery was there. But of course the Joker kept sending his goons to put "More masks!" (Joker party favors) As offerings to show his "friendship" aka Up Do Everyone Else putting stuff on Ed's casket. Anyways there's a knock on the door and everyone is thinking maybe Batman has finally shown up. Since it's his fault that he died anyways. Nope. In walks Ed, tired and covered in dirt. He's not pleased to see this mockery of a funeral for him. Shocked, the rouges watch in awe as Joker whispers to grieving Selina "I knew he wasn't dead."

[old-memoria]

I don't know what exactly Nick thinks about the fight itself, but when I was at his concert last May he did call Roger Waters something along the lines of "a great friend and very difficult person" between two songs.

(He was talking about how now that he has his own band Roger can't stop him from playing the gong himself)

That’s a very diplomatic way to describe rog lol. Nick is for some reason the most underrated band member, imo the current bitch fight between David and Roger proves that he deserves so much more appreciation and respect 😔

[dayurno]

omg andrew being an mcr fan yes!!!! now i want to know what kind of music you think kandreil listens to.... well okay obviously neil does not listen to music.... what do you think kevin listens to? :)<3

hmmmmmmmm HONESTLY i do think neil listens to music its just not particularly Good Music its grocery store music.... hes at the produce aisle shazaming away. perhaps even dancing a little. personally i think that song thats like BABY! why dont you just meet me in the MIDDLE! is right up neils aisle because its just annoying enough that he can hum it in any room and make everyone make audible sounds of disgust. also that absolutely detestable bebe rexha ft david guetta song.... his spotify wrapped is truly something...

kev :") i think that. he probably doesnt listen to american music at all......... as a brazilian man,

no im joking im joking but i do think he probably doesnt like listening to stuff he gets the lyrics to. i can see him being a big bossa nova fan which is :')))) basically anything melodic and more hum than song if that makes sense? loud noises are bad for the baby etc etc. i think his music taste is actually anything thats directly opposite to what andrew listens to, but when kevin isnt having a little kick out of disagreeing with andrew its bossa nova <3

i also think this guy (taps kevins nose) is the weepiest saddest little princess ever so hes probably a big fan of counting song tempos w his fingers like u know... i have a friend who does that entirely out of habit and its always so funny and endearing to me... hed probably get confused (doesnt know fuck shit about music) doing it but i dont think itd stop him. people have to physically push his fingers down when music comes on

[anadrenalineslut]

like this is the same friend who admitted she has "been slacking" in voting talking about "he's too senile to run a fucking country" girl shut the fuck up ur opinion means nothing. .

[shiawasekai]

By the time Nela meets with her brother again she is in her (physical) mid-20s and her twin brother is in his 90s (fairly youthful for his age because he would also be a high level spellcaster, but very much an elder).

Assuming his brother had children (which is my idea) and that every generation had at least one descendant, that would mean that by the time they meet again her brother (Samel) has already at least ONE great grandchild. His grandkids would be at the youngest of Nela's approximate age.

Those family reunions gonna be wild.

[777cherryvanilla]

I turned 20 last year and as a real grownup now I just want to tell you guys: it is that damn phone

[iceunhie]

— KISSES OR KISSES? : honkai star rail

premise. testing out your new lipstick is no fun (normally), so what better way to make use of it by kissing your lover senseless? not to mention, leaving a little something behind.... (aka, lipstick kisses with them.)

ft. blade, dan heng, boothill, dr. ratio, aventurine !

warnings: feminine reader! reader is ultimately genderless but you may interpret this as fem!reader if you want, reader wears lipstick. nicknames hehe, boothill is his own warning, mid writing tbh, unedited

a/n. the lipstick trend does not escape me at all 😞😞 but this consumed me so now i write about it ijbol

MAIN MASTERLIST || PART 2 (sunday, jing yuan, gallagher, sampo, gepard.)

“what are you doing?”

BLADE ceases all functions. like, immediately.

you'd think he'd even stopped breathing once he'd felt the soft sensation of your lips on his, and the pretty sight of the normally aloof stellaron hunter covered in multiple lipstick kisses all over his face to his neck nearly makes the rest of his other comrades keel over from laughter. his silence is indicative of his rather unusual state of shock, the only indication a menacing furrow of his brows (to an outsider, they'd think he's plotting a murder spree, but you know him too well for that) that twitch and simultaneously react the more you kiss him everywhere on the face.

silverwolf will then relay to you that blade walked around for nearly 5 system hours covered in your... marks of ownership, kafka helpfully supplies, and was only made aware when firefly accidentally bumped into him, face exploding in red when she saw the audacious sight of blade covered in your lipstick. “er, blade.... your face is...”

—

blade has never known mortification quite like today, but the intense feeling of something akin to shame is vivid as he stares at himself in the mirror, glaring.

his face is a mess, to put it simply. trailing a hand on the red stains your lips left on to him leaves him with a smudged countenance, furthering the utter chaos that is his kiss-ridden face.

“...ridiculous girl.” avoiding the uncharacteristic way his fingertips feel hot, blade reckons this is probably why firefly stopped dead in her tracks and gaped, stared, and flustered.

clever as you were, and with your equal penchant for mischief, blade, the ever unsuspecting lover he is (he doesn't normally allow anyone to touch him, but you're not just anyone) had easily become the target of your new tricks.

“pfft, nice get-up, old man. got yourself a good day?”

....so that's what silverwolf meant.

DANHENG immediately scolds you, but not in the serious way he normally does whenever stelle wants to eat an origami bird or dives into trashcans or when march accidentally destroys one of the archive books, but in a way that only dan heng ever shows you. he's red, painfully red, and is struggling to face you because he knows that the smug grin you're holding has to do with the sight he'd glimpsed himself to be in moments prior.

unfortunately for him, for all his ways of trying fervently to remove the lipstick stains plastered all over his face, it only took march one look and a melodramatic gasp before the entire express knew, the conductor included.

—

“dan heng and [name], sitting on a tree-”

“k-i-s-s-i-n-g~”

my friends are all senile, dan heng thinks, rolling his eyes while avoiding himeko's friendly (read: eerie) smile. and he's already given up on trying to meet welt's eyes. (read: concerned but not surprised)

the reason? the rouge tinted matte lipstick generously spread all over dan heng's face, slightly smudged and spanning from his cheeks to his lips, nearing his neck.

he'd never tell, but a part of him—one that was reptilian in nature, a primal need of possessiveness—adored the show of affection you showered upon him. it was only right—he was yours, and you were his.

welt is sheepish, coughing lightly that all five heads of the express members turn to him (pom-pom included) “dan heng, is that your tail wagging?”

“....”

“....”

“....”

(a resounding click! can be heard afrerwards. oh, dan heng is so going to steal march's camera.)

the loud whir of BOOTHILL’s cooling system can't even keep up with how fast he's overheating, because one thing led to another and one look you gave made him weak in the knees and now his body is covered in your kisses, scarlet against the metal gray of his limbs. he no longer has a heart, but the rapid feeling of heat emitted by his body speaks more about his current mental state in more ways than one—he can't even form words because his brain chip is practically glitching itself up into overdrive, because your lips were so warm, soft and gentle and—

“...oothill? boothill? your circuits are—”

a startling sound that sounds just like a mini explosion reverberates somewhere in the tangle of wires near boothill's power source.

oh dear.

( p.s: no warp trotters were harmed, rest assured )

“[name]...” AVENTURINE’s voice falters when you press a soft kiss near his forehead, your lover closing his eyes as he lets out a soft sigh of joy — a bit like a peacock preening... but in any case! he certainly sees no argument being swayed by you, his dignity in shambles, yes, but when you were showering him with affection like this (which, in all honesty, aventurine did not think he deserved) leaves in in a flushed and tattered mess of a man, whose strings are wholly puppeteered by you and you alone.

you are everything; and aventurine certainly can't get enough. (he doubts if enough will even be enough someday) he's the lover who'd proudly want to flaunt such salacious marks everywhere, though his craftily built reputation as a stoneheart—blood sweat and commodity code and all—leaves him to hide your marks on him, as much as he'd like them to stay. (you are a weakness that aventurine keeps like an oath, and an existence that he'd do anything to keep.)

that doesn't, however, stop him from getting you to leave a kiss near his collar, discreet enough to signal his status as irrevocably, undeniably yours.

DR. VERITAS RATIO is actually the most calm and most normal (read: boring) of all the men above when barraged by your kiss attack. letting out a tsk that's more chiding and speeachless than actually annoyed, he casually pulls you away from his face, nevermind his rapidly heating cheeks, which is only made more humorous given his lipstick stained face.

“stop that. you're making too much of a mess of me, fool.” <- is visibly leaning to your face to allow said actions. you're not fooling anyone here, doctor. smh.

however, he does get pretty flustered when a certain blond gambler notes the new addition of a ‘tattoo’ right near his lower lip. “wow, doctor. seems you woke up on the good side of the bed today.”

he spends a whole day scolding you hoarse afterwards, whatever that may entail ;).

(as a way of petty revenge, he will make sure to kiss you senseless right after, until he's sure his own lips are swollen and covered in the warm red of your chosen shade.)

a/n: blog is running on queue as of today, so this post will probably come wayyy overdue lol but hope u enjoy nonetheless!

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.