#hoyo tell me

[gemkun]

@vulune said : bifocal optics, one ensconced behind the lure of a monocle, behold the man before him with tacit curiosity. for all the variables in the universe, for all the calculations that screwllum might provide, the behaviors of humanity prove to be the most fascinating. in their prior encounter - veritas ratio had been a dubious outlier, a quiet force aboard the space station that had saved countless lives under the thin veil of scholarly worth. screwllum, for his part, found such a genius fascinating - for ratio was a genius, despite what he might say, or what nous might ignore. where the other member's of the society fell almost predictably within his calculations - ratio had that additional variable, that one outlier that kept him from acting perfectly within screwllum's frame of reference, and subsequently... from calling nous' gaze. " observation: you are not tending to yourself as you should. " in the expanse of the reverie, screwllum's private suite is more secure than ratio's own, for here the genius society is regarded far more pleasantly than any association with the guild and ipc. even still, there is the curious whir of machinery, noble 'bot with hands folded behind his back, paying no mind to the effervescent lepidoptera that has taken to flitting between the doctor's dark locks in screwllum's presence. " addition: the events in the dreamscape have haunted you. your empathy has once again exceeded my calculations. " from somewhere, the genius produces an apple - red, round, shiny and perfect, and sets it on the desk before the good doctor. " conclusion: you need sustenance and rest, mr. ratio. all organic life forms must tend to their needs. " that same butterfly has come to rest on ratio's laurel pin, bright expansive wings fanning lazily in the room's dim lighting, " i can conduct your research in your stead, and demonstrate my findings in the morning, after you have acquired your requisite 7.5 hours, if you so desire. "

      ⸻       although   ,   there   is   undeniability   that   the   concern   of   the   screwllumite   stems   from   a   place   of   genuine   distress   ,   the   good   doctor   must   respectfully   decline   his   extended   assistance.   out   of   principle   and   out   of   allegiance.   he   does   so   ,   with   a   meagre   shake   and   a   retrieval   of   unattended   documentation   —   outlining   the   ins   and   outs   of   the   current   ongoings   occurring   in   this   wasteland   ,   blanketed   behind   a   veil   of   phantasmagoria.

  ❝   your   consternation   is   warranted   ,   but   there   is   no   real   reason   to   fret.   ❞   flicking   through   bundled   sheets   ,   his   eyes   glide   across   presented   findings.   covering   the   matter   of   ❛   dormancy   ❜   ,   unbeknownst   to   the   rest   of   penacony   —   as   a   result   of   ignorance   and   deliberate   deprivation.   ❝   a   surplus   awaits   me   once   we   depart   from   the   land   of   dreams.   for   now   ,   it   is   critical   i   utilise   the   limited   time   available   to   ascertain   what   i   have   sought.   ❞   and   a   sigh   extracts   with   a   dip   of   a   chin.   ❝   unfortunately   ,   that   relies   on   a   variable   i   have   no   control   over.   ❞

  to   think   the   stellaron   .   .   .   ah   ,   and   speaking   of   the   cancer   of   all   worlds.   setting   down   neatly   piled   records   ,   with   the   winged   insect   as   his   companion   ,   he   returns   to   the   mechanical   lifeform’s   side.   to   provide   an   evidently   tiresome   demeanour   towards   one   indeterminate   by   all   dimensions   ,   aside   from   the   inner   machinations   that   formulate   emotive   tone.   ❝   in   less   than   24   system   hours   ,   order   will   be   restored   ,   then   these   minor   issues   can   be   addressed.   until   a   resolution   has   been   reached   ,   my   sacrifices   are   negligible.   ❞

  and   here   ,   he   ponders   on   whether   he   should   disclose   significant   intel   ,   negotiated   from   the   revered   leader   of   penacony   himself.   perhaps   ,   he   should   conduct   data   collection   before   handing   off   valuable   investigations.   ❝   i   imagine   you   have   found   greater   success   with   your   enterprise.   if   it   is   not   overstepping   ,   from   one   academic   to   another   ,   would   you   be   willing   to   share   your   discoveries   ?   ❞   whether   out   of   scholarly   curiousity   or   something   more   ,   only   the   whir   of   bifocals   could   glean   his   intention.

[ihavesomejays]

bootlicker

keebs i did it i fixed what yours was missing bro !!! anyways good evening wriolette nation i hope you're eating well because i forgot to eat my birthday cake because i was drawing this !! wriothesley was my genuine reaction when i discovered neuvillette's thigh highs im ngl ANYWAYS everyone go check out my good bro @k33bsi (artist of the original art this one is based on) who will provide you... mostly with mdzs ngl but hey fandoms intersect in the most unexpected of ways maybe you guys will be into that

closeups under keep reading

[feroluce]

I love the fact that the Silvermane Guards are essentially just a very devoted "We Love Gepard Landau" fanclub, and I desperately need for all of them to get into ship wars about it behind their Captain's back. The soldiers are all split into several factions:

Some of them ship him with Sampo 🛡💣 (enemies to lovers/hateship enjoyers; this does not necessarily mean they like Sampo- in fact it's more like most of them want to sic their Captain on him skzjsmdm)

Some of them ship him with Bronya 👑🛡 (knight and princess trope enjoyers and also a sorta-kinda "that is our mom and dad" type of deal; this faction gets riled up and ridiculously hypes Gepard up to Bronya every time she comes down to the frontlines mskdkxmd)

Some of them ship him with the trailblazer 🛡💫 (the smallest and newest faction, but steadily gaining!)

Some of them ship him with Pela ❄🛡 (workplace romance enjoyers; Gepard once charged out into the Fragmentum alone to save Pela from an expedition gone horribly wrong, and when this faction saw Gepard carrying Pela back princess style they threw a whole party)

Some of them ship him with Dunn ���🗡 (also workplace romance; Dunn is very flattered by this because yeah wrong Landau, but wow, the troops really think he's good enough to woo the Captain, what an honor)

And some of them ship themselves with the Captain 🛡❤ (yumejoshi enjoyers; this faction throws a massive group effort every Valentine's Day and are also all very supportive of each other)

The final faction is an odd one, because they're defined not by who they ship their beloved Captain Gepard with, but rather by who they don't ship him with. Their name is generally shortened to the A.B.S. Group- Anybody BUT Sampo 🚫💣 DKSZJJSMSOZ

[radidadood]

"Neuvillette and Furina have matching colour palettes, therefore they are sibli-"

COUPLES CAN MATCH BITCH 🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[citroncynique]

Happy birthday, Kaveh!

I hope i'm not late... also hi!! I doodled this on a magma board hosted by @yaepyep !! Happy birthday to our beloved Kaveh and here's hoping Dori stops being so mean to him (no)

[mermaider00]

The Neuvifuri TCG card 💙🩵

[octothinq]

Sampo koski disappears. Good riddance.

[flambo19]

Archon Slumber Party

[drunkenlionwrites]

[boycaca]

I seriously cant stop thinking about wanderer having his own dragon… his own kurikara

Mini durin has a somewhat similar color palette to benares from hi3rd… and benares was revived by raiden mei and turned into kurikara… and now wanderer has mini durin and is implied to being an important role in waking up the real durin… durin becoming wanderer’s kurikara… haha.. ha..

Also these specific parts from the fudō myōō wiki page

I so badly hope hoyoverse will go with the “wanderer has a dragon companion” route

[pinkrose05]

Ladies, gentlemen and gamers: we gather once more on the eve of 2.3 to cope and pray for the Ren Mention Streak™ to go on for one more patch!

[ebenholzs-husband]

Of all the ships in Fontaine, only Clorinde x Wriothesley caught my attention…

[raytm]

I need my mutuals to recommend me things to get into ✌️

[feroluce]

“-and that's why I ain't allowed in Pier Point no more!” Boothill throws his head back and cackles, somehow completely comfortable on the bare floor of the archives. He's the very picture of ease, his arms behind his head, his legs bent and crossed.

Dan Heng barely looks up from his notebook, not much surprises him anymore after the first few tales of lawless exploits. “So they really have that many laws and restrictions there.” 

“And prob’ly a few more now that I've been through there! Heck, ya think they named any after me? I'm hopin’ so.” There's so much smug cockiness seeping through his voice Dan Heng could bottle it.

Silence settles in, stretches out. Dan Heng doodles pensive circles in the corner of his page.

He shouldn't ask. It's a private matter. It's none of his business. He of all people should know-

Something pokes his shoe, and when he looks up, Boothill has stretched one arm up to tap metallic fingertips against his foot. “Ain't like ya to hesitate.” With his head tipped back on the tiles and gazing at him upside down, Boothill's hair is out of his face and spooling out all over the floor, offering a rare view of his right side. His right eye is sealed over with a pitch-black patch, stark against his skin. Dan Heng wonders what he looks like behind it. “C'mon, then, out with it. Spill the beans, brother, just say it.”

“What does ‘Boothill’ mean?”

The man blinks at him, the crosshair in his cybernetic left eye flickering. Dan Heng shifts, smooths out his long coat. “I tried to look it up once. It's not in any database as a name...other than your wanted posters.” There's a thread beginning to fray near the hem, he should sew it up. “I couldn't find it anywhere.” 

He nearly takes it back, but- “Heh, ya that curious about me, darlin’?”

Dan Heng quickly levels his face into the most impassive, nonplussed expression he can muster, but Boothill has already turned away, head pillowed on his arms and face once again turned to the ceiling.

“But nah, ya wouldn't. Hah, like they'd allow any record of the language, fudgeheads.” One arm sweeps around blindly until it finds the edge of Boothill's hat, sets it back where it belongs on his head. Dan Heng shuffles around, scoots a little closer, but the brim is pulled too low to see his eyes anymore.

“It's ‘cause it's not a name. It's a noun.” All that's visible of his face is a sharp grin, pulled too tight at the edges.

“It's my people's word for a grave.”

Dan Heng's pencil stops.

“It's the kinda grave fer someone who died with their boots on. If ya catch my drift there.” Boothill's foot starts to bounce. “There was a war, and it got reeeeeal intense, yup. Folks started droppin’ like flies, ‘n’ there was bodies faster'n what we could bury ‘em.” A cooling fan kicks on somewhere. Dan Heng is pretty sure it's not any of the Express equipment.

“We lost some real good people there, real good. Mighty shame.” His hidden Vidyadhara ears detect a quiet metallic click, a whir, pressurized gas. Boothill's next words waft steam from his angry circuits into the air. “When I left, I decided to leave my name there, too. Didn't feel right otherwise. The life I lead now is a whole ‘nother existence.” And then Boothill turns his head, raises his hat, and Dan Heng suddenly feels pinned dead center, caught in that crosshair.

“Ya know what I mean, don'tcha?”

Dan Heng swallows.

Does Boothill know? Who he is and who came before him? There had been that moment in the Penacony Grand Theater, after he activated the Jade Abacus… Dan Heng had tried to shoo him out, keep him from seeing anything, but Boothill has the astounding ability to turn up exactly wherever people are trying to keep him away from.

If he did see, does he actually understand it? Does he know what a High Elder is? Does he know about the sedition of Imbibitor Lunae, the transmutation arcanum, everything Dan Feng had done and Dan Heng was punished for?

He doesn't want to explain it all. Not now. Possibly not ever, truth be told.

And it's not the same as Boothill leaving behind his old identity when whatever event happened that caused him to leave home. Not really. But…

But so far, Boothill has slid so easily into Dan Heng’s routine. His presence never feels like an intrusion. He's already figured out what he can push and when to back down. And even Dan Heng finds himself able to roll with whatever punches Boothill throws with baffling ease. They share too much in their methods and ideologies, and sometimes Dan Heng knows what Boothill will do seemingly before even Boothill himself knows.

“...Tell me about Talia and the Nailscrap Town.” Boothill must know he's avoiding the topic. He must. But the man just throws his head back and cackles, melting easily back into what they had been doing before, as he speaks fondly of a planet that Dan Heng has never visited.

Not today. But.

Dan Heng inches just a little closer, just enough to nudge his foot against a metal leg. Boothill doesn't pull away.

Maybe someday.

[yogorlhilanne]

So like, what tf is their ship name? Is it even official yet? Like idk it could be a combination of their names or idk something with creativity I just need answers.

[palmtreepwr]

ITS OVER