#verse: honkai star rail

[burnxngslash]

━━   ❝   𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥..𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.    ❞  Their adventure isn’t something one could easily forget, even if he tried. Heck no matter HOW hard he tried. Then there was also her amazing strength and the way she swiftly move along the battlefield. It made HIM want to become a shinobi himself..Ahh that’d be the day. He’d be chucking shuriken, running on water and then enjoying a nice bowl of ramen at the end of the day, probably Narutomaki. “But it’s nice to see you again..I’m not even going to ask how you got on the express. Oh and they’re doing fine.”

continue from here / @manganyeh

[sluggerstylc-a]

━━   𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜. “Whoa..” Caelus expresses his surprise the moment he saw a female materializing in this cart..oh crap the train was about to jump through a warp point, quickly Caelus took the safety belt and firmly applies it upon her as the train enters into the warp point and from there the ride turned ‘bumpy’ as they’ve re-entered deep space with another planet in sight, one of gold and jade but that wasn’t important now. It was like the girl was from one of those video games where the main character is Isekai’d into another plane of existence. “Umm..where are you from exactly?”

liked for a starter / @batoushoujo

[ryugagxtoku]

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | @stellarfarer | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

It was a stroll within the Luofu, in fact he wanted to get into the alley to try some of those delicious treats Stelle spoke about. However, whilst walking, he felt 𝙰 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝙿 against his shoulder. If he could describe the feeling, it would be like getting touched by a leaf flowing rather freely with the wind. Slowly, he’d turn around to see a familiar sets of ears belonging to a 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚁 𝙵𝙾𝚇𝙸𝙰𝙽.  Once upon a time the visage of her face would break his heart asunder, the sound of her laugh equals in pain..but knowing she’s fine..even after all of these years, suffice to say he feels nothing less than happiness when gazing upon her..even if his face did not initially show it.

━━   ❝   𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞.   ❞  His words were soft, filled to the brim with the utmost respect. “I hope you’ve been keeping yourself well.”

[xyaehir]

need ur attention asap —

SYP — w characters who i think are actually really clingy (secretly or not)

GEN. — fluff

WARN. — gn!reader, clingy characs, pda, sickening couple activities

REQ. — “do you do carlos madrigal x reader.. if yes, could I get one?? i can’t really find any recent ones now and I love your works! if not, that’s completely fine!!! xx”

NOTES. — im literally so bad at sticking to one character 😭 im glad u love my works, have a good day lovely <33

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of ur love <3

ur clingy bf! who can’t stop clinging onto you like a koala.

ur clingy bf! who loves back hugging you and discovering different cuddle positions.

ur clingy bf! who shows up to your door at random times with a bouquet of your fav flowers.

ur clingy bf! who has a secret obsession with the sweet taste of your lips.

ur clingy bf! who encourages you to play the chapstick game, a new excuse to kiss you over and over. (he doesn’t even make an effort to guess the flavour..)

ur clingy bf! who pulls you away at any social event to kiss you breathless.

ur clingy bf! who stares at you with a subtle pout as his friends drag him away to do god knows what.

ur clingy bf! who basically uses his status to go see you instead of doing what he should be.

ur clingy bf! who refuses to remove his arms around you in the morning, leading you to quite literally limp around with him attached to your hip.

ur clingy bf! who tries to act stoic in public but his facade crumbles in 5 minutes and his hands are back on your waist.

ur clingy bf! who has a habit of rubbing your noses together.

ur clingy bf! who carries you all different styles and doesn’t care about your protests.

ur clingy bf! who always cradles your face so gently whenever you’re ranting and just stares at you with heart eyes and a big, silly smile on his lips.

ur clingy bf! who pulls you back to his chest when you get even a centimetre farther from him.

ur clingy bf! who gives you another bottle of his perfume to spray on your clothes so you smell like him when you go out.

ur clingy bf! who’s always there for receiving and giving affection, especially on hard days.

ur clingy bf! who’d rather die than leave the comfort of your arms wrapped around him, his safe place.

ur clingy bf! who loves you so much that he has to remind you how amazing you are literally every 10 minutes.

ur clingy bf! who send you those care-packages every month filled with all of your favourite things, skincare, games, books etc.

ur clingy bf! who always matches with you in real life and in every game you two own. (no such thing as u playing a game that he doesnt play)

ur clingy bf! who’s always loud asf whenever he sees you. (mf sprints to u to give u a hug)

ur clingy bf! who calls you every single term of endearment, even the weirdest ones.

ur clingy bf! who definitely unironically calls you his pookie wookie farting glitter boo boo bear. (he says it so seriously too..)

ur clingy bf! who wont let you pay for anything and spoils you with everything he can get his hands on.

ur clingy bf! who would and will give the world to you.

thinking about having a clingy bf who can’t get enough of u <3

bonus!! —

the sound of the iphone alarm rings throughout the bedroom. a mix of deep, raspy groans and soft whining fill the room, replacing said irritating noise.

you reach to tap the ‘snooze’ button but a hand grabs your arm. he stretches a hand out to hit it instead but missed 5 times before effectively shutting it off. he groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your chest.

“babe, get up. you’re too fat, you’re suffocating me.”

“‘s too early to get up, stop squirming,” he reaches a hand up to your face, trying to cover your mouth before you slap it away.

you wriggle in his grasp before stopping, surrendering to his warmth.

“morning, my sweet waffle with honey, maple syrup and berries on top.”

there was a good few seconds of silence to make you realise he’s not joking and genuinely calls you that.

upon imagining the image of waffles in your mind, the idea obviously makes your stomach grumble. you wanted to get up and make some but forgot about the tired guy on your chest.

with a loud groan, you drag him with you out of bed. you can definitely hear his quiet giggles as he brings the blanket with him, perched on his shoulders while you drag him around.

bonus #2!! —

“i got it, i got it!”

“baby, let me pay for it!” you strain out, struggling against his tight embrace. you can feel the vibrations of his chest behind you as he captures your arms in one hand and tries to put the money in the machine with the other.

you squeal when you free your hands from his vice grip and he tickles you to prevent sticking your money in.

“babe, babe stop! i wanna pay, its my turn.”

“i got it, don’t worry. im not gonna let you pay, ill cover it,” he laughs, taking the cash from your hands and slipping it back into your wallet.

at this point, you’re thrashing around in his grasp, not harsh enough to hurt him though. he has his arms hooked under your shoulders to prevent you from moving forward.

“please, let me pay! i got it, its fine!” he protests through his own laughter.

you throw your head back on his shoulder, giggling while trying to free yourself from his grip. he leans downwards and presses several kisses to your face, successfully stopping your movements.

he paid for you again. hey, at least you tried, right?

— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE (star rail) gepard, JING YUAN, SAMPO (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KENMA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, AKAZA (ENCANTO) carlos, CAMILO (ATSV) miguel, MILES, PAVITR () YOUR FAVES

@xyaehir 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

[pranabefall]

✸ — MISC NOTICE. ; minors dni. VERY RUSHED AND MESSY UEUEUE mara struck ! jing yuan x reader. maybe expanding on this particular thought lolol, this is not my current jy wip btw it's just a blurb, jing yuan is not all there guys, caharcter death ( it's u but ur immortal surprise ), VERY CANON DIVERGENT AND IS VERY MUCH AN AU ( it's soulsbourne inspired i want to turn this man into a boss fight with tragic lore you read from a random item you pick up lolol. also maaaaybe some very light referenced inspos from mouthwashing ). again very messy but i might expand on this au some more. not edited!!!

you're running out of supplies.

it's a thought that unearths some age old panic inside. you're a little surprised you could tip over any further from the edge ( you're already swimming in the tacky stench that is your anxiety -- the stuff with the consistency of molasses and malt ). Then you're rifling and recounting again, scribbling into your little notebook as your burns sting like salt over wounds.

you're running out of supplies. there's so little left ( a few protein bars and some bottled water left unvapourized post crash ) and it's sickening to think of the decisions after. you know that perhaps, swallowing away the last few bits of horror is a wiser choice. you need to step out some time. you need to forage and restock and --

gingko leers closer. its stink makes you gag. you want to empty your stomach out -- meager rations and stomach acid. all of it.

the things have not left their prowling. they still wait, watch, wonder. some have started to pace at the boundaries of the impact site and poke at the metal covers of the ship. you hear their clicking at night. the garbled distortions gurgling at their throat. their eyes are empty, a once human caricature that's twisted itself inside out.

you take a breath in. you breathe out.

"get up." you tell the pathetic face reflected on the metal cannisters. "there's nothing else to be done."

the reflection blinks back, sad eyed, tired eyed. you grimace and set it aside, shakily rising up and sweeping through the past logs you'd left behind. comms are still down. the delivery packages don't have much to eat save for spare clothes and jewelry. one had a model set of one of the newer ipc ships, complete with two tiny pilots to sit at the cockpit.

your old crewmate had tried to assemble it before his fingers grew numb and he'd curled up to rest ( it's still on the side table, unfinished. you couldn't touch it. the grief just refuses to unstick, still lost somewhere out in the stars.

he was the youngest. he had a future to look forward too, a little more shine in his eyes and a flush to his cheeks. a little more breathless awe that he's chatter through with messy sticky note art and his stumblings over countless books over white holes and rouge planets. )

the garbling spikes up. you catch a shadow by the frosted windows. you freeze.

then silently, you're curled into your corner again, white knuckled as you stare at it, left with nothing but shaky hands and the wild heartbeat ringing in your ears.

you died when you do step out. the things had found you wandering past the abandoned crates, scuttling forth by the pack-full and dragging you into the darker corners as their scathing cries tear your eardrums apart and their claws scoop your insides open.

you'd then woken to see muscle and tissue and visceral matter grow back and stich together -- neurons reconnecting, muscular tissue reworking, epithelium taking form over it all.

and you...you watch in muted horror.

you keep foraging after you discover you cannot die. it;s something that had fundamentally changed about you -- the reworking of your body. it's clinical terror at it's finest, the breaching of unnatural surreality. even if the delivery company finds you, the ruling ipc body will just cut you open again and again.

you hunch your shoulder, hugging the walls. there's still nothing here. nothing more to pick at and the hunger still gnaws at you with the days passing by. your shoes scrape against the grit and grime and you peek out. the way through is empty. good, your mind rings, followed by a wave of uneasiness that refuses to push itself down.

you scamper to the next hiding spot. it's painfully slow. you're short of breath.

again, you scuttle out, take a turn.

you stop.

one of the things are here, face down and half disintegrating into yellow flakes. it doesn't breath, staying stock still as blood polls and fans out beneath it. you almost bend over and retch, but you take a shaky step forth, then another and take a closer look. it looks like the others, differently built, but still clad in the same rusty armour ( the kind whose clinking warns you of their approach ).

you take a knee and try tugging the helmet off. the branches creak. it doesn't budge.

your fingers pitter patter over the surface, nudging a little anxiously. it doesn't wake. it almost seems dead. you want to banish that thought and keep moving -- the abundance is a face long gone from the cosmos. the remnants of it may have scattered into the cosmos, spores taking to planets to let it's mycelium take root. it's not a thing easily killed.

at least you think this thing is one of it's monstrosities. the aeons are beings you'd rather not think too much about. you are not one for blind fanaticism. it's a belief worn out of you over the years in bleak emptiness.

a bit of cloth is tugged down. "fuck." you mumble, shaking your head. you almost sob. "fuck what am i doing?" the cloth is pulled further aside. there's a sliver of grey, and something cool, soft, corpselike.

human.

your stomach flutters. you peek up the helmet. the skin of it's face had distorted, overgrown and pressed against the metal till it fuses into the surface. this time, you do vomit.

fuck, fuck, fuck you do not like what you're seeing. you need to keep going. keep going. keep going.

you shakily stumble back up and jog past the body, almost slipping over the coagulated blood. it coats your palms and your head spins as you wipe it at the sides of your clothes, spiraling down further and further in. there's a spin to the world around you, the spotting of the environment, the blurring of the grates to the flickering morning and night cycle.

a rumble vibrates against your feet. you gasp, it's a dry, panicked sound, breaking into a run. your muscles scream and you nearly fall over at your pants catch against one of the metal barriers. you whimper, your water cannister falling behind you. you hear it roll down and hit a stairwell. still, you run.

you jolt to the side and scramble between two crates and crouch. a few of the things skitter by. there's distress in their voices. there's fear in how the wrestle past just as the air seems to electrify and you start smelling the stinging of ozone. it's like a distant rumble, thunderous, a dangerous clutch against your ribs. you make yourself as small as possible. you feel small, pushing yourself deeper in, slotting just inside a small nook and out of sight.

you do not see it walk past. you hear it, measured steps against the road. your hands clamp over your mouth, biting away that muffled blubber. you cannot die, you remind yourself. even if it finds you, you cannot die. and you have died a few times already...there's little to think of save for staving over that hunger. so little.

and you remember the pain. the screaming ache. the pain it comes with. you remember the agony of fixing yourself back together. you remember the gaps in your memories, the hazy edges and the way you'd forgotten your date of birth, your mother's face.

you squeeze your eyes shut. your breaths are laboured.

there's silence.

the footsteps have stopped.

you open your eyes. you see the looming shadow cast on the road. you still don't see it. you watch it shift, metal scraping against metal. you hear it huff ( is it amused? ) and something falls. something rolls and hits the storage containers in front of you. you watch wide eyed, your cannister rolling back, past your little way out, down, down, down the street and stairs.

the noise is loud. uncomfortable.

you want to scream till your vocal chords give out. you want to tear into your face, your eyes, your mouth. you do not.

the footsteps start again. they fade till it's echo is near inaudible. and you wait, paranoia settling into the cracks while your world starts to distort into the lines of madness. finally, as the sky flickers for the umpteenth time and you feel like the world has settled, you crawl out of your hiding spot and breathe the air in.

you smell gingko.

a hand closes around your neck. you're slammed against the metal walls as a cheek presses into yours. you just see silver, a pretty silver just as your windpipe cracks and your throat gives in. you stop clawing at your hands, broken wheezing rattling your chest. there's a blurriness. your tears fall. the figure lifts your chin up, vermillion flooding past. you feel like ice, like the charred remains of a corpse.

you can't make out his features. it's smudged. but you see the cold contemplation.

and you let death have you again, and cast you aside. you have no place in it's bedside.

you wake once more where it had left you. your bones are still stitching together, your inhales pained and the soreness of your back aching against the metal. you stare into the space across listlessly waiting, waiting, waiting.

how wonderous, you think, half giddy from asphyxia and the taste of sweat in your mouth. you could feel the knitting of damaged tissue in your throat. how bizzarre, how sickening.

you feel a little less human, your last name sinking past the surface, out of your grasp, away from your protests. you try to remember. you cannot.

you see it...him properly after a few more outings. the same silver hair, the same red dipped gold eyes. and he watches you too, an empty smile curling over his lips. the most human thing you'd seen far, yet not. it's an unnecessary addition. you wish you'd both never crossed paths.

"oh."

"oh?" he echoes, amusement lilting at the edges. it's playful, menacing. you take a step back when the frost at your feet melts away and ozone pervades your senses. he lingers, let's you fall back, let's you panic.

and you run.

and he chases.

and you die, under his breathless, rumbling laughter.

( the madness is a waiting beast. you know you cannot keep escaping it. but still, still still, you try to dance and still, still. still, it tries to pounce.

it's simply the way of things now. plain and simple ).

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He smiles guiding her inside. For now, the interior was quite large and there seemed to be numerous people at work, some cleaning and others serving food granted none of the express members..probably out in Belobog right now. “I know the ship is capable of flight in such extreme speeds, one minute I was in space around the stars then the next we were back on land. It’s an indescribable feeling. As soon as I find my friend Caelus I’ll see if Pompom will be able to allow us to reach ‘hyperspace’ so you can see the stars.”

Colette found herself smiling back and gladly took his hand. Such a gentleman, it made her want to swoon. It was like the stories she would read in her downtime. A knight guiding a princess to an adventure. Starting with the conductor for now.

As they headed towards it, her sapphire blue eyes looked around at all the screens, computers, tech that was so advanced. Her own kingdom was basic technology compared to this. "This is amazing!" she commented, "What all is this ship capable of?"

[daav3i]

Don’t mind me

[jesuistrefatugie]

Results of a Huohuo main:

As a former HI3 player, this set up seems fitting

[sluggerstylc-a]

The little creature stopped the wandering female in her tracks but rather politely. “Please there’s no running in the expre- wait a minute Pom-Pom doesn’t recognize  you at all. You weren’t picked up from any of the planets we visited. Oh no does that mean you’re a stow away?” The little creature asked with curiosity in their voice as worry was seen evident upon their face.

However, just then another soul had just wondered into the room to see the very conductor to discuss a few things here and there and of course, the stranger was spotted. “Hmmm..friend of yours?” The young man asked the little conductor. 

“No, she’s not. Pom-Pom’s never seen her before but she doesn’t seem to be hostile of anything.” The little conductor says.

In that case, because she received the conductor’s stamp of approval then she was pretty okay in his book as well, so Caelus made a move forward towards the young woman with his hand extended. ❝ 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞’𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬..𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐫…𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? ❞ Because there’s NO way she had isekai’d her way unto the train..in the middle of deep space.

liked for a starter / @ryogai

[ryugagxtoku]

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | @eternallyserpentinebutterfly | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse .

The time spent in silence 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 and yet he found himself yearning for the chaos that would usually accompany Stelle and March, but they weren’t here now.. They were probably out on this planet, making memories by taking many photos. He turned towards his reading partner quite impressed she found the 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙳 to keep up with his reading habit. Most people would have cracked by the first hour and yet here she was SIX HOURS DEEP in reading alongside him. Still, now it was about time they get moving anyway and so, Dan Heng closed the third book he had been reading and stood up from his seat. ❝   𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.   ❞

[chronicparagon]

I'm not the best at fancy promos, but I'm going to try.

Please ♡ or ↻ if you are interested in interacting with an independent OC with multiple verses like Honkai Star Rail, Final Fantasy VII, and more!

⭐Guidelines ⭐ Profile (main verse)⭐

[another-goblin]

Herta's trailer mentions her Idol Herta project lasting for 10 Amber Eras.

Does it mean Herta is at least 10 AE old?

Considering that an Amber Era can last between 76 and 240 years, that makes her at least 1.5 millennia old, and thus one of the oldest playable characters, right? Maybe the oldest? Probably much older than even Jing Yuan.

[sluggerstylc-a]

━━  “ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. ” The man’s apology had been sincere as he had NEARLY crashed into the young woman. Back upon the Luofu because Little Gui had posted about a phenomenon that they wanted to get towards the bottom of it. “I was chasing a butterfly..a blue one in fact. It turned in her..but now I don’t even see it anymore.” Just when he thought he found a lead in this case..this ‘phenomenon’ something like this happened.

liked for a starter / @eternalbxtterfly

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE MIGUEL O’HARA x KAFKA! READER BRAINROT (ft lil surprise)

tw/cw: reader has no specific gender, yandere themes, there are no laws it’s the multiverse, slight angst.

Call this a proof of concept / project proposal more than anything else cause it’s all around way too messy to be called a fic. By that I mean send in an ask for this I beg of you I need an excuse to go hard on this concept.

Anyways, imagine you as Miguel’s spouse in his original universe. Meek, yet elegant little [Y/N]. A trophy spouse at most. With the little time you spent with your husband, you two bonded over science.

Unfortunately like many of Miguel’s [Y/N]s here on Tumblr, you die before he truly got to cherish you. Thus pushing him over the edge.

Many years later he finds you in a different world. A lot different from his own. Very far into the future. Where humanity’s reach had already spread across different planets and whatnot.

You see, you seemed to be a rare occurrence in the Multiverse, and many of those worlds you were destined to die. It was a canon event he could not interfere with.

But in this one you were thriving, happy and hopelessly in love…

With… someone else who isn’t him.

Surprise bitches it’s [insert fave honkai star rail character here].

Okay now send in that ask to get further writings about this🔪

I was thinking about this ever since HSR came out actually but I couldn’t really think of who to pair spiderkafka! reader with lol so here we go.

[urbelovedfr]

Please someone be my friend im gonna sob

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