#self aware sparkle

[la2yn0va]

Streamer Male Reader x Self-Aware HSR part 3(?)

Finally remembered about this series that pretty much blasted me off, so here’s a part 3 to it, where reader is ISEKAI’D into the game.

Warnings: idk, Take your pick

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Getting insekai’d into a gacha games was NOT on your 2024 bingo card. But then again, nothing that happened this year was on anyone’s bingo card.

But, it was definitely the most exciting part of this year.. yet terrifying. Finding out that everyone KNEW they were in the game and how they worshipped you as the ‘Omni-Aeon’ had scary possibilities.

But to your… extremely limited knowledge, it wasn’t all that crazy of a worship (stay ignorant, trust me)

Being coddled and wanted by everyone and thing was definitely a new experience for you. From wanting you for academic wants, desires to be saved, or for… romantic/sexual wants, EVERYONE wanted a piece of you.

And, seeing how everyone wanted you and your apparent powers were weak due to being away for GOD knows how long… or I guess, YOU knows how long (get it?)

So, to satisfy everyone’s needs, you use your streaming experience, to stream your exploits in learning the HSR universe.

Going planet to planet, learning cultures and history along with factions and philosophy’s, how to fight, playing games tasting foods, and getting protection from certain characters.

But only characters who traverse the universe such as Argenti, Acheron, Boothill, Sparkle. Never taking those who’re bound by responsibilities such as the generals or people in the genius society.

And luckily for you, money rolls in like Typhlosions seeing a minor (I am NOT sorry)

An average billion viewership would do that for you (if you think in this universe you wouldn’t get a billion viewership, your wrong)

Of course, your bodyguard for the day is considered the guest star along with you, inflicting a level of jealousy on the universe never seen before.

M/n: Hey genti, can you get that for me.

Argenti: Without hesitation, my eternal grace~

Viewers begin spamming hate towards Argenti, making M/n sigh, unfortunately used to this negativity. The beautiful knight comes back, getting on his knees and presenting the item his grace had commanded him to bring him.

Argenti: As you requested, my grace.

He carefully brought it up to you, with a gentleness never seen before in history. This item mustn’t be desecrated in any way by his mortal hands.

M/n: Thanks genti. Your always a massive help

He takes the item and pats Argenti, presenting it to the stream and fawning over it and what he learned about it, not noticing the now red skinned Argenti and the seething rage of jealousy from the viewers.

…

M/n: Acheron, can you—

Acheron: Here you are. As you requested.

Acheron already had the spoon in her hand, bringing it and its contents to m/n’s face, preparing to feed him. A blank expression yet having the smallest of smiles on her face.

M/n: Uh… n-no I was gonna ask—

Acheron slowly put the spoon in his mouth, much to his surprise, but she was careful enough to not make him choke.

Acheron: Chew slowly my grace.

She advised, ignoring the messages on your little device. She knew this was what you needed, of course it was. Ignore these… distractions and listen to her.

M/n sighed through his mouth and swallowed the food

M/n: Thanks acheron. Don’t do that again please.

Acheron: Oh… I apologize for my ignorance. I will accept any punishment.

M/n: W-wait I didn’t—

Acheron: Do you wish for my head?

She takes her sword out and you quickly stop her

M/n: NO STOP!! L-LISTEN TO ME ACHERON!!

…

Boothill: What’d you say muddle-fudger!!?

Boothill points his trusty pistol to the head of a vender, who had accidentally mistaken his grace for an impostor. The vender shook uncontrollably fearfully as m/n placed the camera down, coincidentally, aiming it at them, allowing the viewers to see what blasphemy had occurred.

Vender: PLEASE!! I-IM SORRY! TRULY!!

Boothill: Shut your blasphemy spewing fudging mouth—!!

M/n: Boothill stop! It’s fine, really!!

Boothill pauses, looking at m/n for a nice long 3 seconds before reluctantly putting away his gun, and the vender dropped to his knees, forehead buried into the dirty, filthy ground.

Vender: THANK YOU, YOUR GRACE!! THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH UNDESERVED MERCY!!!

He cried out as m/n awkwardly stated down, not used to this ‘god privilege’

M/n: I-It’s fine… I-I’m gonna go grab my camera

M/n walks off, leaving Boothill and the vender, who fearfully looked up to be met with a disgusted glare from the space cowboy

Boothill: Be grateful MY grace, spared your sub-human forking life!

Vender: I AM!! I AAAMMMM!!

….

Sparkle: Ehe~ you look so much more beautiful with this one my grace~!

Sparkle hands m/n a kitsune mask, softly putting it on the side of his head and showing him off to the stream, who yelled at sparkle to be more careful with the graces divine body, or yelled warning at m/n for handing out with sparkle/a masked fool.

M/n: I’m really digging it! Nice color mixing and it feels nice

Sparkle: Of course! Only the best for you~! Now come! I have a ‘special’ outfit for you to try~

M/n: But the camera’s right—

Sparkle takes his hand and yanks him off screen, much to the horror of the viewers

GamerW01F: GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!!

Sampo: STOP HERE MADNESS!!

Aventurine: How much money for @SilverGunman to kill that masked fool?

SilverGunMan: Zero. Forking. Money!

Ninja-Rappa: I’m comin to!

Dr. Ratio: Did you just… censor your own text?

SilverGunMan: Force of habit. Let me do that again.. ZERO FUCKING DOLLARS!!

Caelus/Stelle: 20 POINTS!!

Dr. Ratio: Die.

Meanwhile with sparkle and m/n, the god in mortal shell stares at the three mannequins infront of him. One had a shirt on, another had pants on, and the last one had nothing on.

M/n: Uh… I-I don’t get it—

Sparkle: Let me help you!

She shoved the naked mannequin to m/n, much to his confusion.

M/n: Whaaat am I supposed to—

Sparkle: TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!! PLEASE~!!!

-The End-

Chat did I cook?

[theguyinthemathexamples]

From the Beauty, to the Creation

— to celebrate my beloved Argenti coming home after i first lost to Bronya (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

— C/W : trying a new fic format, extremely self indulgent, possibly ooc 😞, spoilers?, my first sahsr/sahsrau fic‼️

Being the vessel of an Aeon that was thought to have long since passed was no easy feat, as it required other Aeons to set their sights on you first.

Some call Them the Aeon of Creation, others the Aeon of Fate; the IPC have yet to decipher their time of arrival, much less their motives. Though, most theorize that they materialized long before the first atom had started moving, only to stay dormant in a state akin to hibernation after setting the universe up for self replication and ever expansion.

(more utc‼️‼️)

Their presence felt like home, a warm embrace, maybe even a light in the dark, or perhaps a form of escapism. Everyone is sure of one thing: once you accept Their calling, and accept the Astral Express's conductor's invitation, there will never be a way to turn back.

To others' eyes, a faint string can be seen reaching the heavens itself, tracing down a vessel, caressing their whole beings like a forced blanket thrown at their face.

An almost addicting bliss could be felt after these possessions, before that moment of ethereal release comes crashing down. Though, those that are used to always moving around — those with more stamina — don't usually feel this drawback as much as the others.

More often than not, the feeling of being watched and dazed dissipates and a feeling of fatigue sets in — intense tiredness, and even a slight chance to feel dizziness, had been reported from these... events.

But most importantly, a voice could be heard. A voice that many described as one which contained a thousand choirs, perhaps millions.

Among those was Argenti, a man of excellent talents that walked on the Path of Erudition, though claims to walk that of Beauty. One of the most recent vessels, per say.

He first felt this presence after accidentally hitting the Astral Express with his own ship, the "One and Only", he called it, the faint strings caressing the being of three out of the six Trailblazers.

To exude such a warm, calming aura around one at all times is truly a magnificent display of beauty, he thought.

The second time, however, it was quite a sudden moment. A strange letter was penned to him, claiming that it could make his goal of spreading the Beauty, if he used the golden ticket provided inside, a dozen steps closer.

The weirdest aspect was that he kept hearing faint whispers around him. Was this how vessels gained an invitation?

Though, feeling hesitant about this strange letter, he chose to send it instead to the Commander of the Silvermane Guards, Lady Bronya Rand, so that someone else could experience such a wonderful event.

The letter warned him that he must accept this invitation, were he to receive such a letter once more.

Third time's the charm, as they say, as not only did Argenti get another letter not too long after, the voices were much louder this time. They were more persuasive, more hoping and, most importantly, more enticing.

The letter beforehand told him of the earlier warning, and this one did not hesitate to emphasize it in the second paragraph.

And, left with no other choice, he had to accept this invitation. He truly didn't expect getting treated with such warmth and excitement seeping through every vein in his body.

He briefly caught sight of the Aeon in all their glory — was this a sign that his fate towards meeting the Beauty was slowly coming into fruition?

Being blessed by two Aeons, even briefly catching their attention, was a feat unlike any other, but being chosen as an active vessel by one? What a truly great achievement.

Along with the Trailblazer that caught him, four others stood behind them. A master swordsman that went by Yanqing, the owner of Neverwinter Workshop, Lady Serval Landau, the Commander of the Silvermane Guards he'd given the invite to earlier, Lady Bronya Rand, and a child that waved at him who called herself Lynx Landau.

Quite an interesting group of people, but a beautiful bond of friendship swirled among them nonetheless.

Slowly, he could feel himself getting stronger, even more so than before. This mysterious Aeon had gifted him so many things already, yet it doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

From the creations of the acolytes of the Aeon of Remembrance, Lightcones, to relics which were created from anomalies caused by the Antimatter Legion, and more — all were given to him to make him more powerful.

It was as if meeting and becoming the puppet of this Aeon could make you undeniably better than your former self, even after you thought you were already at your peak.

The world doesn't revolve around you? The creator of the universe lovingly revolves around me 24/7, thank you very much.

In a place unknown, a black haired Stellaron Hunter sneezes, causing two others beside him to sneak a small glance.

He merely huffs, averting his own gaze away.

... Ignorance is often bliss.

This is my first time writing my beloved so I'm sorry in advance if he's ooc 😞😞

I hope you all liked this cuz i def liked making it hehe

Next on the agenda? My thoughts on sahsr/sahsrau :DDD

[kalopses-sonderes]

Baker & Roses

Pairing: Clover, Herb, Pure Vanilla, Lilac, Sparkling, Hollyberry, and baker! Reader

Summary: What if baker! reader give some of the cookies a bouquet of roses?

• Clover and Herb would accept them with a smile and giving you a hug! Probably invite you out to a day in the forest. Clover would play music while you and herb dance around to the tunes.

Clover: “Heres a tune, I hope you love Baker!”

Herb: “come dance in the flowers with my baker!”

• Pure Vanilla Is gonna blush and store the roses somewhere safe. He’ll get you gifts the next day, something big and bold to show how much he loves you.

“Baker! Theres a room full of gifts, I picked them all out myself. I hope all of them are to your liking.”

• Lilac took the roses and found a way for them to never wilt away. He wears one in his hair and stores the others away. He places a bouquet of lilacs in your room with a note the following night. Many ask why he suddenly wears a rose.

“Why do I wear a rose now? Baker has given it to me, so I will cherish it and keep it safe.”

• Sparkling would place the roses in the bar! You have a designated spot where you sit every time, and no one is aloud to sit in it besides you. He places the vase next to it. As a gift back he makes a drink dedicated to you and named after you.

“Ah, Baker! Here, try this drink. I based it off of you, its named (name)!”

• Hollyberry would place the flowers in your and her hair. She’d invite you to come drink with her as a token of her appreciation.

“Lets have a drink! To our dear Bakers gift!”

Taglist:

@cosmolumine @sorbella @n0n-gh0stn4ry

[stressedsnicketstudent]

Was talking about bad takes people gave on Mouthwashing and my friend hit me with this which is so atrocious I simply have to import it from twitter and inflict it on the people here

[icrushthealien2]

meeee :3

Hiiii!! I'm Ashley!

Transfem and Bisexual

I AM A MINOR!!!!

I'm fine with sexual jokes, but don't be weird towards me.

Things I love!

-Deltarune/Undertale

-persona 5

-will wood, lemon demon, tally hall, femtanyl, etc

-Sonic the hedgehog

-Snapcube

Things I like!

-HLVRAI

-Chainsaw Man (anime specifically)

-Dungeon Meshi (again, anime specifically)

-Sparkle On, Raven!

-Splatoon 3 specifically

-Team Fortress 2

-OneyPlays

DNI!!

-pedophiles, MAPs, xenophobes, homophobes, transphobes, just straight up bad dudes

have a nice day (^‿^✿)

[crystallinejunebug]

some uh dooodddleeeeeeeess

Barney poease come back please grace me with ur presence PLEAAASSASSASSSSSSSEE

Also have this Twilight sparkle redesign

[sp1rit-realm]

healing <3 (please do not repost without credit!)

i, for the first time in a very long time, am feeling true happiness. over the course of the last ten years, i felt my joy slowly leave me. i was only a kid when i felt myself start to deteriorate, and thats such a scary feeling. i reached my lowest about four years ago, and for the past three, ive been working to get better. i was in therapy for five days a week at one point, ive tried thousands of different medications, ive gone through hundreds of journals, and ive cried to my therapist about one million times. i have hit rock bottom too many times to count, but im standing here today. i still have bad weeks--bad months, but i smile now. i smile genuinely, and i do so for so long that my cheeks begin to hurt. its gotten better, and it will for you, too <3

[dearestaeneas]

happy 2023! first work of the year! it’s for you, silly little beloveds who live in my phone. yes, you specifically.

i’m not getting better at titles this year. don’t expect that from me. but this one’s called “Please Like Me, Please Like Me, Oh Dear God, Please Like Me.”

word count: 329

⭐️⭐️⭐️

Writing bad poetry is important for your health.

Yeah, of course I agree with that. God knows I’ve made enough myself.

I think I’d like to make something bad. Objectively so.

Something horrible and unreadable and unforgivable.

It’s quite cruel, really, how hard that ACTUALLY is.

I’m not saying I’m perfect by any means. My imposter syndrome is off the charts-

arguably it may be the only thing I’m actually better than anyone else at.

No, I’m not talking about a 20-something year old who should be asleep instead of handwriting a silly little whatever-the-fuck for his silly little tumblr trying to be meta.

[Although, if the shoe fits.]

I’m talking about subjectivity. Everything is someone’s favorite thing.

8 billion people!

What do I need to do to get them to all agree that I’ve made something that objectively, undeNIABLY, sucks?

It’s cruel. It’s downright unfair.

This is bad. This is not good.

You are not reading a good thing.

8 billion people.

One of you is going to like this.

Goddamn it.

8 billion people.

8 billion people and one of you is going to read this objectively shit little whatever, and you’re going to find the humor in it.

You’re gonna like the pacing.

Or the repetition.

Or me.

Son of a bitch!

How cruel, how absolutely DEVASTATING, that I don’t even dislike this?

That I’m having fun?

That I’m sitting here giggling to myself because I have no other choice but to read this in my own voice, and I know exactly how this shit is meant to be emphasized?

Yeah, sure, I’d like to be a famous writer.

I’d like to get paid for this,

fuck!

But, unfortunately, I’ve been cursed to just ACTUALLY enjoy doing this!

So how the fuck do you expect me to create the great unifier?

How could I possibly make THE objectively horrible, unreadable, unforgivable piece of all pieces?

…

That’s so fucking unfair.

…

…

I’ll keep trying, though.

[perrys-place]

i bring a sort of “rainbowy sunshine sparkles glitter in your eyes” vibe that “blogs with bright colors are toxic” fans don’t like

[darabeatha]

(source) pls do not reblog

[theguyinthemathexamples]

Sunday meeting the Creation while (unknowingly) ascending to Aeonhood !!

A lil' something for y'all after my longlonglonglonggggggg disappearance :3

If the sinners couldn't be rid of by Their divine hand, then he shall do it himself. But his— her God pertains the notion of sparing the evil and giving them a chance to seek solace in THEIR thousand voices, or the ones of the Primaxus Deus.

Sunday wishes to see her vision one last time, to see with his own eyes if these sinners could truly turn back to the right path. He's done this before countless times before— but he wants to put this belief of hers to yet another run. Was it to reminisce on lost time, or run from his own sacred beliefs?

And yet still, he doesn't see nor hear the sounds of the battle, neither could he speak in this newfound space; all he can see was this shining path, a separating rift from the boundless luminescent seas it tore through.

He takes a cautious step forward and all of the nearby stars were already flocking towards his shoes with reverence, whispering things of the comprehensable mortal plane to the maddening knowledge of the divine. Some know of his current predicament, while some predict how his future would be another footnote in history, success or otherwise.

Time seems to slow here, atleast that was how Sunday saw it. His path was solid yet it made ripples with each step he took but, it never splashed water. He had half a mind to keep walking.

The stars do not have eyes— as if it would ever, yet he still feels as if he was being stalked, being followed by a presence. He wants to ask, yell out who it was, but his mouth was sealed shut. With no other choice does he continue walking. Faint cackles, and the sound of distorted heavenly choir whispers could be heard in the distance.

At last he sees something in the distance other than endless starry seas: a large, disembodied arm. Well, it looks that way anyways. The rest of the body looks to be shrouded in darkness.

Sunday got closer and closer to this arm when a sun suddenly rose up just ahead of his path. He can't help but feel familiar with this sun. The ones beside his feet tell him it's the one in his solar system of origin. But... he's seen and looked at countless stars upon the starry skies, how can he remember something that glowed hot and bright on the days when he was trying to keep survival closer with his sister?

The smaller beads of light beneath his legs gently pushed him towards the right direction, humming familiar tunes along the way.

Yet again, it was another long walk to his new destination. Sunday doesn't feel tired, if at all from walking all this way when he'd usually need a break by now. The stars provided decent entertainment along the way, luckily enough.

He carefully approaches this large hand, now as big as one of the walls in the Dewlight Pavilion. Memories of his death resurfaces in his mind. A small curse is stifled under his breath. No matter, he'll get rid of the concept of death in his promised dreamscape soon enough.

And just as he begins to tentatively sit on the beckoning heat of the hand, exactly as the stars excitedly encouraged him so, the space shook harshly and he falls. Sunday looks around in a panicked apprehension, which the beads of stars expressed as much if not more.

The large hand brushes along his figure in an almost comforting way, till it disappears after a few swipes. The stars dissipate as well in fear, leaving him in the neverending darkness.

He clutched his chest, almost in agony, a baffled look on his face when he tried to search for the warmth of the hand. Sunday hadn't asked them his question yet.

"So... Why does life slumber?..." He asks to the dark, not expecting answers. Machine parts clammer along his movements.

"Because... someday..."

"We will wake up from our dreams!"

And so does he, too wake up from his own slumber. And along with his shattered will, the stage beneath him crumbled and fell.

Sunday lets himself drop untowards the Golden Hour, reaching out to the world where he promised an impossible pledge to countless souls, unable to fly back where he wished due to his clipped wings.

The night is still... too short...

Arms cradle his figure and bringing it to a tight hug. This action brought him out of his stupor, embracing his sister in reflex.

He dipped his head low, imminent defeat having already been accepted. Yet again do memories flash his mind, but they were only about his 'dream.' What did it all mean?

"Brother..."

"The dream... is over."

[kalopses-sonderes]

if you’re still taking requests for the event, may i request host’s choice for vampire cookie and sparkling cookie? thank you!! :D

Vampire

Donut: If Baker randomly hugged them, how would they react?

He’d wrap you in hug with his cape! He’d keep you close and warm. Probably won’t you let go for a while.

Sparkling

Donut: If Baker randomly hugged them, how would they react?

Probably accidentally drop whatever he was holding. Instead of picking it up, he’d give you the biggest hug ever! Might pick you up and just hold you.

[niffty24]

You ever read someone's story and be like, "You're so close to realizing how racist the original text was... but you fell at the last second and made the same GD racist narrative."

[theguyinthemathexamples]

This kinda reminds me of Jörmungandr, aka the World Serpent or Midgard (basically the Earth in Norse Cosmology) Serpent.

(some spoilers ahead)

Y'know, that one snake in Norse Mythology that is said to circle around the world? The one who people say to be the guardian of the edge of the world, leading to you going back to where you started if you traveled around the world?

Yea, that snake.

Jörmungandr is regarded as an/the "Ouroboros", which is often used as the symbol of the "eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth". If you're not aware, an/the Ouroboros basically looks like a snake biting its own tail.

Fun fact: The skin shedding of the serpent is said to symbolize the movement of the soul into another body after death, while a snake biting its own tail is considered a fertility symbol. Maybe there's a random ancient book or common saying in Teyvat for that, who knows.

Ouroboros is, as some of you may know, is said to be the "great imaginary serpent" in Ekanomiya, a made-up deity that was worshipped alongside Orobashi, who is basically the big ass skeleton you see in Yashiori Island.

Maybe they were worshipped by Ekanomiya's ancestors due to a rumour going around that they were Your "child", who knows.

And now, as few of you may know, Ouroboros is the constellation name for our good ol' boughkeeper, Dainsleif.

Now, some of you may be asking from behind the screen (yes, I became self aware too), "What does Dainsleif have to do with this?" And honestly, I have no idea either.

Maybe it was because I came across it while making this and just decided to bring it up, maybe it was an idea I had of him being born after Khaenri'ah received an unknown "divination" that an event called "Ragnarök" was going to happen in a few dozen years.

MAYBE THAT'S WHY HIS PARENTS LITERALLY NAMED HIM "Dead Legacy" LMAO-

ahem

Ragnarök is basically a phenomenon wherein the "final battle of the world" will begin. Considering the Tsaritsa is going to wage war on Celestia soon, maybe that's when we'll release our tail and step in. (iykyk)

Though, at the time, maybe it only happened because of that one fishing thing with Thor. The story in a nutshell goes like this: Thunder God™ wants and goes further out to sea, even though the giant who was controlling the boat said no to. Thunder God™ uses big ox head as bait because giant didn't want to give him any bait and actually manages to reel Big And Long Serpent™(aka us, in this case) out of the water, much to giant's horror. Thunder God™ grabs hammer to kill Big And Long Serpent™ but doesn't succeed because giant cut the fishing line, returning it to its original position around the world.

Maybe we could twist the story to fit with Teyvat. As in, like, Thunder God is now Ei, and the giant controlling the boat either be Sasayuri(that one hot friend of Ei's with the tengu mask) or Makoto, though I'm leaning into it being Sasayuri. We stop biting our tail, (probably) causing a quick Ragnarök event (aka the Cataclysm) to happen a few months or years after which results in her sister and friends getting drafted 🤗🤗

Yes, we will ignore the other stuff Thor did to Jörmungandr for the sake of Teyvat.

A Creator!reader who curled around Tevyat from above,sleeping and resting while also protecting thier most beloved creation. They were known as "The watcher",and all the texts around them focused on thier watchful and protective gaze. No one knows what they look like,because they have no true form.

Creator,no,watcher reader who saw the twins enter the world. Who decided to decend to keep a closer eye on the traveller.

Creator reader who has eyes everywhere. From the gatekeeper (the one who stopped the traveller from leaving),to the fairy they sent to keep eyes on the traveller. They can see you.

No matter where you are.

[luisanatashaparker]

The Sparkle December Challenge

December- Sparkle ✨ Today’s thoughts 💭 1st December 2023 Take time to reflect on the words which appear in Sparkle. ��Enthusiasm is the yeast that makes your hopes shine to the stars. Enthusiasm is the sparkle in your eyes, the swing I. Your gait. The grip of your hand, the irresistible surge of will and energy to execute your ideas.” Henry Ford Amazon

[labyrinth-magic]

A couple of weeks ago I was honored to be invited to be an interviewee by a reporter at Worcester Magazine for their "Last Call" column. Here's the article based on that interview. Thank you, Meg, for a great discussion about labyrinths!