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I DID IT I GOT MY PINK HAYATE now I am never doing that again!
(at least until they give me, like, a frilly unicorn Kamui or something)
#art#ride kamens#last note#i did this SO fast i'm sorry#i was just so excited i actually managed it!#look as a super casual f2p player who has never made a chaostone higher than a+#350k points is a frikkin ACHIEVEMENT#but how could i say no when i got lucky enough to pull the fancy ribbons-and-lace birdboy#and then they tell me i can turn him pink on top of that?#(i'm definitely not still bitter about missing out on a certain other card in another game NOPE)#plus. i mean. i also just kinda wanted to see if i could.#but now i have pretty pink perfume hayate on my home screen and i am Fulfilled#i haven't even read the story yet because i've been so focused on grinding out tickets i have NO context for why he is so fancy#now i have literally thousands of event seals i have to figure out what to do with in the next few hours. hm.#i also have to keep telling myself to save my diamonds and not do just oooone more pull to see if i can get a shion to turn blue...#it's not going to happen and it's not worth it#but whaaaat iiiif...
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// taking care of your dogboy (hsr edition!) //
i. note — sry i havent been posting yall i got a job + ive been working on three cosplays at the same time bc my local con is coming up lmao (´ཀ`」 ∠) however the brainrot never stops. it only takes a break. a little break of approximatively. a month. ish. ......... anyways dog hybrid hsr boys brainrot !!! lmk if we want more of this with more boys •ᴗ• comments and asks are appreciated hehe ii. includes — blade, gepard, boothill and gn!reader iii. cw — slice of life stuff turning into smut, possessive behaviour, overstim, slight dom/sub dynamics, real messy stuff, manhandling. use of the word "hole" to keep reader gender neutral iv. wc — 1,9k
blade is a mutt riddled in scars and dirty bandages from living on the streets and fighting to survive.
you think he might be some german shepherd mix, but he refuses to let you swab his teeth n gums for a dna test (last time you tried you narrowly avoided a punch to the face. he apologized in his own way afterwards), so whenever people ask, just say he’s a rescue to avoid revealing that you actually just… don’t really know what breed he is. they usually drop the subject and simply go on their merry way, seeing as he wasn’t the type of pup to appreciate affection from strangers anyways– it’s rare for you to leave the house in the first place, though.
you had to switch to a remote job because blade is just so persistent when it comes to you. although possessive is a much better descriptor, because he doesn’t let anyone near you. whenever you leave to get groceries he ends up practically breathing down your neck from how close he gets— acting as if he were your literal shadow— glaring at everyone that gets too close to you. you’ve made it a habit to always go to self-checkout lane so blade doesn’t scare off the cashiers.
the second you get home he’s all over you, determined to rid you of that outside stench and replace it with his own. you started packing your grocery bags in a way that nothing will break if (read: when) you suddenly drop them on the floor, all because you’re so familiar with blade’s impatience.
he holds you still by engulfing your body with his, knees caging your hips as he grinds into you, shallow and deep. blade’s growls and huffs fill your ears just as much as his cock fills your hole, his knot kissing your tightness from the outside.
“do you like this? like how i have to fuck you every time you decide to go outside again when you could stay here,” with me blade omits, his tail swishing back and forth on the bedsheets behind him, the sound just barely grounding you to reality.
your grocery bags were long forgotten on the foor (as they usually are), your mind too foggy to function. clawing at the sheets, you try to crawl away from blade’s grip— to no avail.
he tuts, craning his head to bite down onto the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. “i might just need to mark you for extra precaution,” he bucks into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. you hear squelching, the constant plap! plap! plap! from his thighs smacking against your ass and whine, broken babbles leaving your kiss-bruised lips.
“b-blade, y’can’t- ah,” he shushes you by plugging you full of his lengthy cock, his knot almost threatening to press inside of you. you whimper, feeling lightheaded from a mix of both nervousness and arousal.
he soothes the hickey he left on your neck, licking it languidly as he stills to bask into the way your hole throbs around him. warm and tight and oh so tempting.
“shit, wanna fill you. wanna… have everyone know they can’t have you. you’re mine, mine to love ‘n mine to fuck,” you’re not lucid enough to process his thinly veiled confession, too busy writhing your ass back against him in a feeble attempt to get him to continue moving.
you might want to invest into some good concealer or into those skin coloured tattoo patches to cover the bruises and bite marks blade’ll leave on you if you want to continue being a functioning member of society. you can’t really be walking around in public as if a dog had just mauled you right before you left the house, can you?
gepard is a golden retriever because of COURSE he is. similarly to blade, he likes to invade your personal space a lot— not because he’s possessive, but because he’s extremely protective of you.
the random bruises you used to randomly notice on your body faded as soon as he came into your life. gepard’s soft, lingering touches healed them; gently placing a hand on your hip before you bump into sharp furniture so it doesn’t hit you, redirecting your head to his shoulder as you nod-off in the train before you bang your head, and so on.
it’s a full-time job and he’s working 24/7, always on the lookout for anything that could possibly hurt you as you saunter off… wherever, without a care in the world— because he took care of everything!
he would clean the apartment for you, cook (though you usually insist you do the cooking; a human doesn’t have the same taste in food as a hybrid), and even act as your own personal alarm clock. gone were the days of being woken up by loud, blaring beeping. gepard woke you up with forehead kisses instead, making your mornings much more pleasant.
but poor geppie, he’s always taking care of you; so take care of him, won’t you?
every so often you’ll sit in his lap to help him get rid of whatever stress he held in his body. your hands will knead at the muscles in his broad shoulders, all while you simultaneously kiss away the strain in his face. his brows are furrowed as you do your best to soothe his muscles; you never forget to smooch his cheek, nose and the corner of his lips.
though the attention and gentle acts of affection always ends with your hands lower than they should be.
“ah ah, no touching, remember?” you murmur in his ear playfully. you had been at it for what felt like hours; gepard’s cock and abdomen was smeared with the remnants of his cum, skin tacky from his previous loads. your hand shows no sign of stopping, not even when he begged oh so sweetly.
“c-come onn. just… jus’ wanna kiss…” and who were you to deny your sweet boy? your lips find his in a heartbeat, his tongue swiping over your own sloppily as he breathes you in like a depraved man.
the only condition you had when you did this was for him to keep his hands to himself— at least until you both decide to move on to something else. until then, his fists clench the sheets beneath the both of you, and his ears stay flat on his fluffy head.
“i’m… i’m close again, g- aah, please, please…!” he begs, cock weeping precum as you continuously jerk him off. you smile, absentmindedly rocking your hips to the rhythm you held him prisoner to— gepard was too engulfed in the warmth of your hand to notice, anyways. “cum whenever you want sweet boy,” you purr, and he keens as he buries his face in your neck, his hips lifting off the bed ever so slightly as they meet your hand and he thrusts, riding the high of his orgasm.
sticky cum coats your hand for the nth time; you relent your grip on his cock for his sake, instead choosing to shower him with chaste kisses all over his face. gepard whines, taking ahold of your waist weakly as he breathes into the crook of your neck.
“geppie, your han-“ he cuts you off, swiftly switching positions so you’re now laying on your back as he hovers over you, chest rising and falling quickly, catching his breath from the intensity of his orgasm. gepard’s tail wags slowly behind him as his hands creep up from your waist to your chest just as slowly- you feel his cock harden against your pelvis, precum spilling from his pinky tip.
“‘ts my turn now,” he huffs, leaning down to nip at your neck.
boothill is the most obnoxious dalmatian hybrid you’ve ever seen (not that you’ve seen many, or at all). but he’s made your life so fun so you can’t be too mad at him
he’s always dragging you out of bed to go do something— could be going to the park nearby or sit in the living room playing video games on your dusty console, it doesn’t matter because he’ll MAKE you step out of your cozy nest!!
you’re glad he’s friendly, because you’re not sure how you would handle such an excited hybrid when you left the house. people come up to the both of you to chat and he indulges their questions, essentially leading the conversation (while you stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to say).
boothill is also great with kids, unexpectedly. 9 times out of 10 when you go to the park he ends up playing with someone’s child, bright smile on his face as he messes up their hair with a rough hand. they’ll throw a frisbee for him to go catch and he’ll do it happily, or he’ll even… teach them how to beat people up.
(you stare mortified as he teaches a little girl how to throw a proper punch only for her to then punch her parent when she leaves boothill’s side. you go up to them and apologize profusely, forcing boothill to bow with you.)
he also loves to help you out, even though he’s not the greatest at household chores— but he definitely tries! though he is a stellar cook, which never fails to surprise you whenever he’s on dinner duty. he just… really sucks at everything else.
it’s… mostly because he just has so much energy. he sweeps the floor? nope, he’s picking off the pieces of the broom off of the floor because he accidentally broke it. he’s fixing your bed? nuh uh, you’re throwing out the ruined bedsheets because he accidentally tore them to shreds somehow.
so, with all of these accidents happening because he’s just brimming with energy 24/7, you started purposely exhausting him. or, rather, gave him the green light to exhaust you until he tires himself out.
“booth-aah, w-wait, you’re being too…!” you fall over on top of his hard chest, keening at the new angle his cock reached inside of you. he repeated his assault on the spot that made you see stars as your jaw gaped, broken moans leaving your lips.
“don’t tell me y’re tapping out.. haa, already!” boothill grunts, his grip on your hips tightening. he throws his head back with a loud moan, abs tensing as he nears yet another climax— the 5th one of the night. maybe, maybe not. you lost count after the third one.
you bury your face into the crook of his neck, focusing on the feeling of his cock plugging you full instead of the soreness, the burn in your muscles that came from your knees holding you up on his lap.
watching you riding him will always be his favourite thing in the world, even if he always ends up fucking up into you and taking back control at the end of the night.
“gonna cu-uum…” you whine, clenching around his length almost painfully tightly, hearing his breathing hitch as an orgasm is ripped out of him in consequence to yours. boothill’s fingers dig into your ass, his hips lifting off the bed as he cums deep inside of your sloppy hole again, sticky fluid building up beneath the sheets.
you collapse on top of him fully, chest heaving against his own as you come back to your senses, slowly but surely. boothill’s ears perk up, hearing how your breathing had evening out.
“so… got another round in ya?”
#not proofread i just rambled sorry teehee#i wish i could say i had the time to think about writing stuff at work but im so busy that i rly cant#gotta keep the customer service grind Up#gotta Lock In when i tell ppl to have a nice day ykwimsayin#anyways i was in a dogboy mood. Clearly#eat up yall#honkai star rail smut#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x you#hsr x reader smut#hsr x reader#hsr x you#gepard x reader#blade x reader#boothill x reader#blade x reader smut#gepard x reader smut#boothill x reader smut#cw hybrids#tw hybrids
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*stares at disciple SQQ falling into the abyss au*
oh you are so "SY-is-SJ" coded. You are so "fell into the abyss and suddenly remembered that oh i've been Shen Jiu this whole time, not just Shen Yuan. we are one and the same". you are so 'crumbling under the weight of the system and being in the abyss and the despair of never really being free and having suffered in both lives' built. you are so 'scrambling to come to terms with your existence and battling with which life is really yours, only to realize that they both are'. You are primed for going off the rails.
I'm so normal about this guys. i promise.
#svsss#mxtx svsss#svsss au#shen yuan#shen qingqiu#scum villian self saving system#scum villian#svsss role reversal au#IF I MAKE IT SY-IS-SJ THERE'S NO STOPPING ME FROM MAKING THIS AU QIJIU. LIKE IT MUST BE QIJIU IF I GO THAT ROUTE.#grinding my teeth. grips you by the shoulders tightly#the angst of YQY finding out SQQ fell into the endless abyss and falling into a despair that he couldnt save him AGAIN. him trying to go#through hell and high water trying to get him back. him and LBH are losing their shit. also the idea that YQY existed in SY's world too#not as an older brother but as a close childhood friend who was there for him for years up until their HS years where something happened#that caused a falling out. but YQY keeps trying to rekindle that friendship and never can in that world bc SY dies before they can reconnec#SQQ realizing that he misses YQY like a limb and thinking that if he sees him again he'll demand answers for his supposed abandonment but#also he just wants to hug him. just once. and then maybe punch him. not in that order. its the doomed soulmates guys. its the reconnection#obsessed obsessed obsessed. like HMMMM. SQQ knows YQY's fate from the book and the idea makes him so nauseous he has to sit down#bingqiu is fantastic but ALSO. QIJIU. 'SY-is-SJ' is decidedly perhaps my favorite trope for the time being if only for the pure and utter#self-hatred SY and SJ are going to inflict on each other. its about the mental breakdown guys. especially with chronically ill SY.#SJ hating SY for being sick. for being a shut in. they are a reflection of each other they ARE each other and they hate themselves#holding back from going off the rails about 'SY-is-SJ' au combined with him falling into the abyss#'no light no light' by florence and the machines is this au guys. ive decided it now
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It's warm.
In the cold night of the Devildom, warmth is brought to you by the body of a familiar sorcerer.
Solomon is asleep beside you, his chest softly rising up & down as your face is buried in it. A soft, dim light is glowing from the nightlight beside you.
It's quiet.
You look up & see Solomon's face, observing the way his white hair fans his face, the shape of his jaw, the tip of his nose... you take it all in, blatantly staring.
His arms are sprawled over your waist, hugging you close, as if he doesn't want to let go. The moon glows from the window right above the headboard of your bed. You hear the sound of faint, yet lively chatter from outside. It must be some stray demons celebrating something.
Though there's some noise, it's peaceful.
You want to stay like this forever.
You want to stay with him forever.
Is that even possible? You're just a human. You're only human. You're not some powerful, immortal sorcerer like he is. You'll live out your years with Solomon, most likely dying peacefully next to those you love, while he'll be left to deal with the aftermath of your passing. You don't want to do that to him. You don't want to leave him.
It's painful.
There's something wet rolling down your cheeks before you know it. Your nose gets stuffy, and it's hard to breathe.
You look up, checking if he's still asleep. It would be silly for him to wake up to you crying over a distant future. You're still so young.
Though, for your Solomon, this time will pass by in a flash.
When you're gone, will he remember you? Will he leave you to be with someone else? Someone who can stay? Someone who won't leave him, someone that's not weak, like you?
When you're gone, will he remember your face? Will he miss your voice, and remember every little detail about your appearance, like he does now? Will he remember the touch of your skin against his?
Solomon stirs in his sleep, trying to burrow his head on the top of yours. It's a reminder that maybe... you should be sleeping, too, rather than thinking of such things.
It's quiet again. Though, inside your mind, it's far from peaceful.
You snuggle your face into his chest, not minding the way your tears soak into his shirt. Before it's taken from you, you want to stay like this.
Before you eventually leave him, just like everybody else, you cling to him like your life depends on it.
And as you drift off to sleep, you feel it.
It's warm again.
#obey me solomon#obey me solomon x reader#solomon x reader#om solomon x reader#solomon om#angst#sorry guys i keep doing this#it was revealed to me in a vision#I ONLY write sol fanfic at 5 in the morning. No less than that#sorry for not posting much!! I'm not really on that obey me grind. I just really like sol
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#misdreavus#another one of those pokémon i have an appreciation for because of pokémon colosseum#you'll notice most of these are the ones owned by those fuckers in pyrite#that you could infinitely rebattle#and i think i've talked about this before but kid me didn't understand what grinding was#so i thought i just really needed to keep battling those guys until they gave up to progress the story#because i was not a very smart kid#looming
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#IVE GOTTA KEEP THE GRIND GOING!!#even if it means just doodles#xiaolin showdown#jack spicer#chase young#chack#eyestrain cw#eyestrain
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Relationships don't have to be transactional. They don't even have to be 50/50. The idea that a "good relationship" is split down the middle, where nobody acts like people, and instead vends out appropriate cookie-cutter responses and dialogue is genuinely harmful.
A good relationship is one wherein the person/people involved are happy. You don't have to give, you don't have to take. You can enjoy each other's company and be together. If there comes a time when that need changes, then the person who should know is whomever is in that relationship with you. This isn't solely about romantic or sexual partners, this goes for platonic friends or otherwise anybody who spends enough time with each other to establish some type of relationship with each other.
#relationships#kill the capitalist in your head that says everything MUST have a profit value#whether or not that profit is a physical material form is not the point#and kill the person in your head that says that the only relationships that matter are the ones you are prescribed#please don't grind out relationships like you grind levels on a video game character#i just keep seeing people talk about how relationships where you aren't materially benefitting or whatever aren't 'worth it'#like??? are we not social creatures anymore?#and there is a difference between 'cannot be 50/50' and 'refuses to even try to be a part of the relationship'
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something about teasing steve in public to the point where he's just flustered and so whiny and can barely keep a conversation... aaah
MMMM ANON U ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE
it won’t even be your fault in the beginning, he’s just a little more keyed up than usual - a steamy dream of your lips stretched around his cock that felt a little too real, had him squirming in his sleep— and worse is, he slept later than usual because of it so he hadn’t even been able to get out of his system before heading to work :( so yeah, his hormones might be flowing a little easier today but steve is fine! he’s fairly confident that the boring lull of his solo shift is precisely the boner killer he needs.
except, of course, you decide to visit him— because you’re so nice to your boyfriend! and somehow, it’s like you manage to look actually mouth-watering today, like steve does a double take when the chime of the door goes off, head looking up twice and it’s like a visceral reaction, a pulse of heat that runs through his body. steve out right groans a little bit, covers his face with his hands for a moment and then runs them through his hair. you’re frowning a bit because what kind of welcome is that? and steve’s like “no no! not like that!” but fuck, wait those shorts you’re wearing are quite short— showing off your thighs sinfully and steve actually can’t control how he eyes you up and down unashamedly, tongue darting out to wet his lips — you clock the horny in him in a second
“my my, what’s got you in a such a mood today?” you ask, an elbow meeting the front counter as you lean on it, but you might as well be purring the words to steve- the way you just read him in an instant does not help all of the morning’s unforgotten feelings from crawling back into his body— steve groans aloud again when he feels his dick twitch in interest in his pants.
“don’t,” he warns, jabbing a finger in your direction as his other hand as subtlety as he can readjusts his pants, “i was already nearly late to work because of you!” that makes you frown a bit in confusion, moving to round the counter to properly greet him since it’s so quiet in store- you plunk down a bag containing some lunch of him that you’d brought with you. steve arms are waiting and twine around your waist as your sling over his shoulders and round his neck, a sweet embrace with his back to the door. you smirk up at him just a bit, “late because of me? and how did i manage that all the way from my own home?”
steve glances at the front door, dutiful in checking there’s no one coming, but even so his voice drops a bit quieter when he says, “you… i had a dream about you.” his face manages to get a little warmer, given away by the colour in his cheeks, and if you weren’t clued in before you definitely are now. steve’s funny about dreams, even though you assure him you’re quite flattered he searches for you even in his subconscious— but he always admits them a bit shyly, like you might react badly.
“a dream?” you echo, slithering your hands from around his neck down his chest purposefully — and steve shivers at the motion. before he gets a moment to tell you knock it off, you’re speaking first, hands travelling to trace over his tummy, “what sorta dream?” you ask, even though you know. steve glares at you because he knows it too. he glances out the front window again and speaks in a hushed voice when he turns back, “y’know,” he says, face somehow growing redder. “like a… a sexy dream,”
and that makes you laugh a little bit, because how can he be so good at dirty talk in bed and still call it ‘a sexy dream’ like a 13 year old? you’ll never know. all you do know is that you’ve decided mischief is what you’re after today, hands slipping under his polo to scratch lightly along his v line — and it’s enough to make steve’s breath stutter. “what are you—?” he asks, his hands around your waist beginning to move, like he might seize your torturous hands. “what happened in the dream?” you ask instead, cutting him off. you pair your question with a hand that runs down his front, not at all subtle with the way you brush against his cock. it shoots a thrill through you to feel he’s already half hard in his pants- your hand ends up atop his thigh, fingers rubbing the sensitive inner part of it as you ask him again, before he can catch up, “what got you so worked up, stevie?” steve’s eyes scrunch closed, whether from the memory of the dream or your inching higher hand— the other stays on his tummy, thumbing light circles on his happy trail.
“you-“ he starts, cutting himself off with another little shiver. one hand leaves your waist like he’s going to grab your own but you’re already trailing further up, beginning just lightly palming him through his jeans - and his hand just hovers instead, clenching into a fist. his gaze has moved to watch your hand work him intently “fuck, wait,” he says, breath a little heavier than before. “you— you were,” he’s scarlet in the face by this point, words getting a little weaker. you properly rub him, curling your fingers around what you can feel and giving it a good squeeze and steve audibly swears, some pathetic noise escaping his throat before he can stop it.
“you gotta stop,” he manages to exhale through a jagged breath, even though his hands stay exactly as they are, flexing through his pent up hormones. “it’s— someone could…” he trails off breathily as you dip your thumb beneath his waist line as you give another delicious rub along his cock, enough that another strangled pitiful noise comes from steve’s mouth, along with a whisper of your name. you can’t tell if it’s lucky for him or not that nobody has come into the store in the time you’ve been toying with him. you pout exaggeratingly, “but you didn’t even tell me what happened in the dream?”
you choose that exact moment to retract your hands, pulling back just a bit and standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his scorching cheek. steve’s blinking, confused by the whiplash of suddenly having so much touch turn to none but you’re already rounding the corner— “you’ll have to tell me later, i guess! enjoy lunch, baby” and he’s like stammering, turning in time as you approach the door and barely get out his own goodbye before you’re gone, the bell chiming as you go. steve huffs, taking one glance at his pants and resigning himself to spending the next hour pressed against the counter and not moving at all. “little minx,” he curses, tugging his collar away from his neck to try cool off even just a bit. he swears that is the longest shift he’s ever worked - but can’t even be too mad about what you did, considering you were well & truly waiting for him when he came home, ready to bring his dream to life
#MMMMM#anon u and me got the same thoughts#i just wanna sit in the back of the theatre and see if he can keep quiet while i jerk him off <3#get him all riled up so he can come get revenge later <3#steve either actually has to flip the closed sign and go finish himself in the bathroom#or is the Most pent up you've seen in awhile and literally cums from you grinding on his lap#<3 i love whiney steve#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington smut#steve smut#jay writes
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I wanted to experiment on after effects so i made a mock oyozure-bito animatic with my oc toru :3
#IGNORE HOW I SAID I WOULD POST YESTERDAY NIGHT i fell asleep :P sorry#this was really fun to work on even if i felt like slamminh my head through a wall#i will become an after effects god one day all of you just watch#but yeah ive been on the oc grind ofc#i just keep forgetting to post anywhere AUGH#save me#hope you all are doing well regardless :>#oc#oc art#my art#ok bye
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i just learned the fact that ink was created when comyet was 16. bro i NEED to lock in one of the coolest characters ive ever known was made when the creator was around MY AGE???? I NEED TO LOCK IN
#triglycercule lock in era#Queen don't cry. and then i lock in like that one baby in the minicomic#i need to DRAW i need to WRITE I NEED TO PONDER AND GRIND#i still need to finish that flash drive i made. need to finish annual christmas fic#my drawing wips. maybe commit to those ideas of little mini animatics 4 the trio#I HAVE IDEAS I NEED TO LOVK!!!! IN!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!#this saturday wil NOT be spent moping around in bed doing absolutely nothing. i WILL get shit done#AND IM LOGGING BACK ON TO HI3 TODAY IDC#TRIGLYCERCULE LOCK IN ERA!!!! STARTING TODAY!!!!! FUCK YEAAAAAAAA#tricule rant#if comyet can make peak characters#and ink wants me to keep creating#then i WILL!!!! just for that little stupid skeleton#unironically ink is such a motivation i imagine his dumbass trying to get me up when im demotivated
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Posting 1 of about 151293050 mdyz drafts I have!
The artist, the fan, and their strange insane relationship that no one can really get a clear picture on due to conflicting testimony
When midori and yuzuru interact, gravity flips. when a name is dropped, the speed of light is halved. when they’re in the same story, energy is created AND destroyed. The universe is tearing apart as we speak and I plan to do nothing about it
#enstars#lilac.art#ensemble stars#yuzuru fushimi#midoyuzu#midori takamine#for the record they are equally enamored in my head#midori is simply more blatant and willing to admit#real midori quote btw#guys new yuzuru casual outfit tomorrow#do you think he’ll dress ugly#his current winter one is one of my favorites#so my hopes are high#but midoris grocer hospital worker outfit brings me doubts#also grind update: lvl 96 on entraining 💥💥💥💥#posting it keeps me motivated#I love these two too much#idk wtf I was going with colors#and everything else#I sit in front of a screen and things just appear there#usually it’s midoyuzu#OK GOODNIGHT!
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Sungenti & Robinhill would go on the most terse double dates in history. That's it that's the post.
#no but hear me out: these pairs have a sitcom-worthy dynamic it's such a funny mental image actually#boothill is like the perfect candidate for sunday's disapproval in every single way#he's crass he's crude and he's getting on his nerves on purpose which is Not helping his fresh brother-in-law status#and sunday is just the sort of silently bitchy control freak that grinds boots' gears too#they keep exchanging seemingly polite banter but it's really just a combo of forced formality and a curse censor#while argenti (who's Bros For Life with boothill) sees this and cheers for a new friendship#“what beautiful rapport you two are building so fast!!”#bless his soul#nobody tell him what's going on#(robin is tempted to do it just so she can commiserate about the suffering she goes through whenever they meet up. press f for her patience#(at least argenti himself isn't bad company though!)#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr sunday#hsr robin#hsr argenti#hsr boothill#sungenti#sunti#(<- i think that's the established ship name? cmiiw tho)#robinhill#pink's musings
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forever going to hate the "pearl and marina are 8‘s adoptive moms“ cuz canon wise 8 is AT MOST 2 years younger than marina. chat she is now a grown ass woman those are her FRIENDS not moms
#yea she idolized marina probably because she was a famous octarian engineer who went rogue#sorry don‘t mean to keep being so negative but I can‘t keep this one in anymore#grinds my teeth#even when I was 13 this shit was so strange to me#WAKE UP#I hate how everything with relationships in fandom spaces are just#romantic or familial#what if I just wanna see two best friends#<—tangent my b
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i've discovered a bunch of my fabric (probably enough to make a few bags, yeah) but i'm also going to try and use it ALLLLL up and make a variety of things like oven mitts, kitchen aprons and cushion covers in order to get rid of as much of the fabric as possible. i'm hoping to really... move forward, and i've grown a little teeny bit tired of my old prints.
also i had to cancel my website (got too expensive and my father in law was paying for it and i felt bad the money going to waste almost all of 2024 so far while my attention has been everywhere but sewing) however i HAVE decided to open an etsy store. i have heard how unfriendly it can be to sellers wrg to taking a large chunk out of your earnings, but i guess i'm just looking for something less intense than a full custom website at this time.
soooo be on the lookout for that! should be happening after august.
#not art#also just a general apology for the fact that i've not been looking at my inbox or DMs. promise i will get back eventually just#feeling a bit overwhelmed and trying to focus on work. That Grind and all that so i can keep this lovely roof over my head :')
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i only have like 1360 pulls for shadow milk if this bitch actually releases in january im FINISHED . THE RATE IS ~0.15% FOR BEAST COOKIES I DONT HAVE ENOUUGHHH I THOUGHT ITD BE AT LEAST ANOTHER YEAR... I NEED 500K CRYSTALS MINIMUM IM ONLY AT 303K
#SAVE MEEEEE#can i cheat the system and save the guaranteed beast ancient chest since im 265/300#and just wait until shadmilk comes out and then use it on him#idk if thats even possible wait#we'll see in burning spices update#i need to keep grinding...... stop using crystals on production and wishes....... start using all my mats on gnome laboratory#so i can finally clear all beast yeast stages on hard.....#stop doing singles to satiate my urge to gamble...#im already stocking up on some mats and time skips so i can clear wishes missions easier but i might end up#using them all on burning spice . Sadge#i need to do MORE...#i need to hop back on the game the grind doesnt stop.#at least im elite 3 now more crystals for my clown funds#ramblings#not art#txt
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Excuse my hobo-like state but, I just wanted to take a minute to celebrate. I finally got back into my exercise routine after a good 6-8 month manic depressive episode. I’m so proud of myself for getting here. 5 weeks in and I’ve lost 8 lbs, but even better my BMI has dropped 14 points. 💪🏻
I’m so grateful for finally being on the other side of this. It was my worst depressive episode by far in the past probably 5-10 years. Onwards and upwards.
#c’est moi#california#personal#me#depression#mental health awareness#back on the grind#personal celebration#just gonna keep going
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