#until 2.2

[snoopcar]

cont. from this

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 4 - Nuthin' but Boothill Edition

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[marragurl]

Look. This ain’t true. Like at all. This is so not the dynamic of this ship-

BUT

It’s fucking hilarious

So I made this on a google doc on my phone and I’m heading back to my sleep because of course, this came to me in a dream

[starcurtain]

Every time I see another post or fic describing Argenti "saving Aventurine from the Nihility," the cranky lore-bird that lives inside the cage of my body cockatoo-screams in unbridled despair.

Who can I pay to remind the entire fandom overnight that the "Primordial Dreamscape" and the shadow of Nihility are not the same place?

The Aventurine Cornerstone protected Aventurine to the bitter end and saw him--in apparently barely coherent and very poor condition, admittedly--free of IX's shadow. We have no evidence at this point that Argenti ever encountered IX. All he says is that he discovered Aventurine in a sorry state and helped him out; zero mention of, you know, an entire other aeon.

We know from Acheron that to encounter IX is essentially impossible without contact with a Nihility emanator or falling into an existential despair so deep that you cannot return from it on your own, because IX does not gaze on anyone. While I don't think that Argenti is actually a very happy person, there's also absolutely no indication that he would abandon all his sense of purpose and meaning in pursuing Idrila to surrender to Nihility.

It is extremely likely if not already confirmed that Argenti did not rescue Aventurine from the Nihility; he rescued him from the Primordial Dreamscape (aka Dreamflux Reef and its surrounding Sea of Memoria).

Please, please, who can I pay to not have to see "Argenti was in the Nihility" anymore?

[stillgotme]

Can't wait for Honkai Star Rail's Barbenheimer update

Thanks to the HSR CC creators: @parsapuff @natalia-auditore

[luminique]

sorry to all the lighter enjoyers, but i fear my mind has been INFESTED by sunday because of his drip marketing….

no one here understands the sheer amount of stuff i have written and how much i think about him and robin. hyv wrote doomed religious trauma siblings FOR ME !!

[flumpermergen]

Spoilers for 2.2 Under the Cut!!!

Ugh Sundayyyy

WHEN I GET YOU SUNDAY RAAAHHHH

I fucking love me a villain who represents the clash of ideals, but I have to say my favorite part about his character is the dichotomy between how he believes to present himself and how he’s truly behaving.

He thinks of himself as the wise older brother, the one who knows best and who will willing make the sacrifice of being the only one “awake” in this sweet dream because he views himself as more mature than his peers. However, in actuality, his ideals are incredibly childish. A perfect world in which no one has to work or suffer with minimal repercussions? It’s an outlook that only a kid who doesn’t know better would have on the world. He’s so blinded by his beliefs that he doesn’t see the dissonance surrounding the way he thinks.

I just want to shake him around like a dog would with its chew toy, but this is just a quick analysis so I can get some of my thoughts down lol.

[p5x-theories]

New information about Versions 2.2 and 2.3!

Version 2.2, as previously announced, is a mainline version, adding more to Chapter 3's plot, as well as Messa, whose name is now confirmed to be 北里基良 (possibly Motoyoshi Kitasato) from the list previously leaked by a bug. Messa is confirmed to be a Physical type Resist teammate! This also confirms he's a 5-star, and a Confidant

Version 2.3 will be an event version (P5 Collab), broken into three parts (2.3.1, 2.3.2, and 2.3.3). Haru Okumura and Futaba Sakura will be added to the game during these versions

"A series of semi-anniversary celebrations will also be held in the 2.3.1 version at the same time" (I assume "semi-anniversary" refers to the fact that the game will have been running for six months when that version goes live?)

Version 2.3.2 will add Tycoon, and a new Ice type Defense teammate with the name 芦谷真咲 (possibly Masaki Ashitani; also a name from the leaked list) will be added; described as simply "What kind of different story will this elegant and generous senior have?", but this character is also a 5-star and a Confidant (who will not be romanceable, implying it's a guy. Possibly Cherish?)

More information about Messa will be posted within the next few days; he is described as "This seemingly casual intern doctor also seems to have inner persistence."

Version 2.2's plot content: "How can Version 2.2 "Aria of Anger" find a "method" to save Mr. Katayama, and how will Riko-senpai fulfill her "promise"…"; it will include "Plot update for Chapter 3 of the main line, new area of ​​the palace "Power Plant", new main line boss battle"; it will last from September 12th - 26th, with a banner for Messa (as well as a continuing Bui banner)

Version 2.3.1: ""Deconstructing the Angry Hacker": The new P5 linked plot and activity pyramid chapter will be launched soon, and "Futaba Sakura", a member of the Phantom Thieves of the Hearts, will soon appear. What kind of new crisis is hidden in the pyramid…"; it will last from September 26th - October 10th, with a banner for Oracle (as well as a continuing Bui banner)

Version 2.3.2: "The player who reversed the victory"; it will last from October 10th - 24th, and the new ice teammate will have a banner (as well as a continuing Fox banner)

Version 2.3.3:" "Cut off the greedy daughter": The new P5 linked story and event Space Base Chapter will be launched soon, and "Haru Okumura", a member of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, is about to appear. Let's defeat the powerful shadow behind the Space Base with everyone in the Phantom Thieves of Hearts!"; it will last from October 24th - November 7th, with a banner for Noir (as well as a continuing Fox banner)

[mynamewasstolenfrommenowimangry]

im gonna make a level you are forced to sightread each and every time and its gonna be horrible and you cant stop me

[littlehatmouse]

im thinking about tennant again. I Need That Scam Artist

[gemkun]

@vagrantmenuet said : dead end. there's nowhere left to run; the sender has cornered you at last. // sunday? (-: 2.2 spoilers below ↬ ⭒˚｡🖁‧₊˚ 〖 down these mean streets . . . 〗

      ⸻       it   is   a   feat   alone   ,   to   decipher   the   inner   workings   one’s   mind   ,   but   it   is   another   thing   entirely   ,   to   be   trapped   within   the   confines   of   his   metaphysical   cerebrum.   an   execution   that   simultaneously   earns   admiration   but   garners   displeasure   —   spelt   by   his   countenance.

  this   was   not   part   of   the   plan   ,   but   anticipation   was   their   saviour   ,   albeit   when   unprepared   for   the   exact   complication.   for   every   strategist   —   whether   ipc   exclusive   or   generalised   to   a   party   responsible   for   navigating   hurdles   ,   would   ne’er   find   success   unless   adaptability   was   their   aide.

  besides   ,   the   critical   assignment   had   found   its   completion   prior   to   this   detour.

  ❝   it   was   awfully   apparent   ,   when   your   conduct   was   far   from   harmonious.   imprisoning   those   that   stand   in   your   way   ,   however   ,   is   not   just.   i   warn   you   now   ,   that   the   steps   you   are   taking   ,   are   not   conducive   to   their   desires   —   you   are   straying   from   both   paths.   ❞   though   ,   whether   sunday   walked   the   harmony   or   the   order   ,   it   mattered   not   in   the   grand   scheme   of   their   mission.   well   ,   perhaps   that   was   being   too   generous.   it   was   theirs   ,   after   all.   he   was   simply   a   bystander   ,   observing   whilst   they   planted   the   seed   ,   to   take   root.

  but   for   that   ,   penacony   required   staying   intact.

  and   the   ascension   of   ena   ,   would   be   a   hindrance.

  here   ,   he   stands   before   the   proud   charmony   dove   ,   with   wings   fanned   in   the   wake   of   his   upcoming   flight.   whether   his   fate   was   to   plunge   or   soar   —   was   yet   to   be   seen.

  ❝   i   may   be   your   temporary   prisoner   ,   as   you   put   it   ,   ❞   he   tips   his   chin   ,   motioning   to   gaze   skywards.   where   artifice   masquerading   as   divinity   resides.   ❝   but   when   i   break   free   of   this   cage   ,   you   will   take   my   place.   if   you   have   not   learned   that   your   utopia   is   a   farce.   ❞

[marragurl]

Saxaphone player Gallagher has not left my mind since the jazz night art dropped AND THEN Robin saying Halovian’s innately have good voices and Sunday used to hum lullabies to her as kids happened in the 2.2 special program, and I’m sure you guys can see where my unfortunate Galladay heart is going with this.

Whoever decided to make this art, I love you. I hope your pillow is cool every night, you’re never stuck in traffic, and your water is refreshing with every sip.

Also the art of Sunday with the White Gentlemen drink in the S.P.A.R.K.L.E jazz night event has also spiraled into me delusionally thinking that’s his go to drink. Which is hilarious since Robin has hinted before that he seems to have a massive sweet tooth in her letters.

(Sunday how do you even make holding a drink menacing, Sunday please get some therapy-)

So imagine this:

Pre 2.0 Galladay, where they’re both wary and suspicious of each other but didn’t do anything outright. Sunday slowly began to visit Gallagher’s bar whenever he had time to observe the Hound, initially on the down low just to get a sense of what he was working with and what to keep an eye on. He always gravitated to that one corner booth that every bar had with the most privacy, and just stalked there for a few hours before leaving. (Smol menacing birb in a tree vibes)

Gallagher obviously knew that Sunday was doing this (even though everyone else seemed to somehow completely miss him, Gallagher wouldn’t be surprised if Sunday was doing some weird Harmony mind tricks), and after the first few “stakeouts,” he bit the bullet and actually approached the table to engage with Sunday, on the off chance this was some weird “test of loyalty” by the Halovian to see if the Hound would swallow his pride to serve his so-called masters.

Nothing terrible happened, but he remained passive-aggressively polite when serving him, and Sunday remained passive-aggressively cool-headed in response. There was some snark of what dear “sweet-toothed” Sunday would want at a bar, and an icy reply of “aren’t you the master drink smith? Why don’t you show me those skills you boasted about?” which led to Gallagher being petty and giving Sunday the White Gentlemen drink, both for the story behind it being such a metaphor for Sunday, and because it was on the more bitter side of alcoholic drinks.

Sunday wasn’t too against the drink; it wasn’t something he would have ordered if it had been his choice, but it wasn’t a bad drink by any means. He couldn’t help but continue to drink it even after Gallagher left his little hidey booth to go back to the main bar, but he’d never stoop so low as to complement the Hound. Of course, he never ordered anything else from then on, only White Gentleman. In fact, over time it seemed to slowly get better, the flavors grew on him, and he couldn't help but look forward to it during difficult nights in the Dreamscape.

If Gallagher tried to needle him into a different drink, Sunday just bit back a “oh? Admitting defeat? I thought this was your best drink for me?” with a little smirk while Gallagher had to use every bit of self-control to not punch him in the face.

As time went on, the bar slowly became a place Sunday frequented to not quite relax, but to get away from the hustle and bustle of Penacony and his duties as one of its main faces. The stresses slowly started piling up, especially with the Charmony fast approaching in a few months and all that came with it.

Gallagher didn’t seem to loosen up regarding his attitude with Sunday, but he did get better at shoving down the visceral hatred he had for everything to do with The Family and Sunday as time went on. He didn’t get soft with Sunday per se, but he definitely kept an eye out for him, and definitely knew when to cut off his drinks on days where it seemed that Sunday wasn’t all that there for their usual veiled comments towards one another when he went to serve him his drink.

It started small, with Sunday staying later and later until sometimes he was the last one to leave the bar to return to reality. Gallagher wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, still wasn’t quite sure this wasn’t some weird long-term test Sunday was devising, especially since he still seemed to be the same ruthless Family member, the same Head of the Oak Family, when Gallagher was working as a Bloodhound outside the bar. For some reason though, within the enclosed space of this strange sanctuary, it was almost peaceful between the two.

One night, there was something wrong when Sunday entered the bar during Gallagher’s shift. He saw a bit of a crowd near the small stage that was within eyesight of his little hidey booth, it seemed some of the musicians of the live band were arguing? He watched as Gallagher came over, seemed to try to speak with the group before honing in on one of the musicians who had been making the most noise and seemed to be about to get physical with the rest. Sunday watched as Gallagher picked up the musician by the scruff of their suit with one hand and carried them towards the doors and lightly tossed them out.

(It was the first time Sunday had actually seen Gallagher perform anything resembling the actual duty of a Bloodhound. It only hit him that he’d only ever seen the other when giving reports, orders, or at the bar. Why was this so shocking to him, he’d seen the man’s arms before, hard not to with his slovenly dress and messy clothing style, as if he couldn’t bother to hide away his imperfections from the world, not like Sunday who refused to be seen by the world, to dare to show one thing off about himself despite his countless failings- he’s getting far too distracted by one meager showing of strength, focus Sunday)

There had always been a live music segment. Sunday was curious to see what would happen with the band missing a member, but was distracted by Gallagher placing his usual White Gentlemen in front of him before heading back to the musicians without a single word to him. Gallagher took a moment to speak with the rest of the band, who seemed to be coming out of their shock and took on worried looks. Sunday could only watch in muted shock as Gallagher went behind the bar and came back with a case, opening it to reveal a saxophone. He then went on stage with the rest of the group, positioned himself further to the side and in the back amongst the shadows within Sunday’s line of sight, and played with the band for the rest of the night.

Sunday couldn’t look away.

He was frozen as he watched Gallagher seamlessly transition from song to song, taking only small breaks to continue serving the other patrons before heading back in. Sunday only remembered about his own drink when his gloves began to get wet from the ice melting into condensation on his glass.

Something felt off within Sunday, and for the first time since Robin’s debut, he couldn't help humming to the music of the band, music that wasn’t of his own sister’s making. He couldn’t help but remember those little concerts the two would have, taking care of his little sister, his only world. He would do anything to keep the Harmony, to keep their family going. When was the last time they truly spent time together? Before he became the Head of the Oak Family? Before he couldn't recognize his own smile?

He was so lost in his thoughts, in memories he thought he buried, that he didn’t realize that it was once again closing time, and he was once again the last one left. He only snapped out of it when Gallagher came by to grab his empty glass, only quirking a questioning brow at him before heading back to the bar.

Gallagher had been keeping a quiet eye on the Halovian that night from the back of the band, in the shadows he felt the most comfort in when in the Dreamscape of Penacony. He had watched Sunday’s eyes glaze over, and the only reason he hadn’t felt offended by the seeming disinterest was the look in the other man’s eyes reminding him of his own when he looked in the mirror. The same look of shame, regret, loss, longing, of the wishes to regain everything he had lost. The same look he strove to hide under every bit of the facade he had crafted of this new self, but came back all too often with every reference of the Family found within his prison in the Dreamscape.

Maybe it was the shared nostalgia within his own heart, that little bit of his true self that he thought died when the Family tore out everything that made him who he was, that made him return behind the bar and begin making Sunday another White Gentlemen, giving Sunday a small nod to beckon him over. He wasn’t expecting anything from it, and he masked his own surprise when Sunday actually left his little shelter to come and take a seat in front of him at the bar. Even while out of it, Gallagher made note of the quiet confidence the other still carried himself. Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else looking at him, only for the lost look in his eyes.

The first time in the many months that they’ve been skirting around each other, and finally they seemed to be face to face.

It was quiet as Gallagher made Sunday his usual drink, a drink he had been slowly changing over the months to be sweeter and sweeter that Sunday never quite seemed to notice, or if he did, he never said anything, only seeming to savor it more each subsequent night. Maybe not even Gallagher noticed his own changes to the drink, subtle as they were.

It was quiet as Sunday took the finished drink, and it was quiet as his eyes slid over the bartop to see the saxophone case laying open with the instrument inside. It was quiet as Gallagher followed his eyes, as he came out from behind the bartop to take the saxophone out and take a seat in a chair only one seat down from Sunday’s. It was quiet as Gallagher began to play to his audience of one.

It was quiet as Sunday quietly hummed along.

It was quiet as they both knew that it would not last.

OK yea so this was all because I heard ‘La vie en rose’ at the end of the Jazz night event and went “Damn I wish that’s Gallagher playing on his Sax” and then we spiraled.

Uh. Idk what it is with me having a small ship moment which then spirals into a full blown writing session. My mind blanked out and as I came to I find out that I made a whole ass little one shot over here then completely forgot about it WHOOPS

So yea, hope my fellow Galladay enjoyers… enjoyed! I think I’ve slowly begun to crave… not domestic or fluff per se from these two, but after every AO3 fic being super dark between them (which I get! They are the toxic yaoi kings of Penacony as of writing this, no one is denying that!) I think I want to see them be explored in a more melancholic sense. Not quite the “forbidden” love angle, but in the “damn we kinda have some parallels, and maybe in another life we could have gotten along but there’s too much baggage and anger, both historically and currently to really even try anything”

I have this feeling this may not be the last time I write about these two… is Galladay going to be the ship that gets me to actually use my AO3 account?

[wingspiked]

happy sunday, it's sunday's day. which means you should kiss him and preen his wingies and bring him sweets. thanks.

[monoceroscaeli]

i need the official penacony soundtrack to be released like immediately

[fragmentedblade]

Started the Luofu quest on my Chinese run and I am so excited. I wasn't expecting to feel this way

[aromanticasterisms]

............huh.