𐔌 🌑 ꒱ Come feast on the stars ◞ we are all starving for warmth
❝ how long must i remain hungry? ❞ ───── 𐔌꒰ 𝓐𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝓢𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Altair ◞ child of cinders and legacy of forgotten stars ゛ ⸝⸝ the orpheus to the Blazing Sun's eurydice
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Goodbye my beloved Hipparcos Star catalogue username. Rebranding as Cinerias hehehehe. I thought of moving accounts but I'm too lazy for that and I'm attached to this one 😭😭
𝓜y 𝓓earest， 𝓐𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐑 . . . my beloved with 𝒲ax 𝒲ings, has the library been well? Every time I see the sun set and the stars have come out, it reminds me of you. . . I'll remember to memorize the library rules next time! Once the flame chase ends, let us meet at the edge of time—like always.
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╰melodies from me to you ﹕ ever after by mico ＆eaj ◞ the bird song by noah floersch ＆ em beihold
𝓜y 𝓑eloved， 𝓟𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍 . . . the bibliotheca grows lonely without you, yet the world has not. I suppose that is a good thing, for the stories of the living still flow through the wind. I have many books I'd like to recommend. Truly, I miss you. I long for you. When the flames have finally died out, come find me at the edge of time.
“Welcome abord the… I can't say that since I am not a nameless. Treat me as a star lost in space that Akvivili has learned to pity. ”
NAME: Altair Cineris | Altair
RARITY: 5 star
COMBAT PATH: Erudition
COMBAT TYPE: Fire
FACTION: Astral Express, Amphoreus
OTHER TITLES:
The burning star of Amphoreus
The lost of child of Laurel
Mouth of Stars
Cinis Astralis
Scribe of the Astral Express
Legacy of the 12th star
✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
— CHARACTER DETAILS
They clawed their way through the blackened depths of the Destruction, drenched in the essence of the Erudition and the Remembrance. Her hands stained red and black, left by that wretched tide.
Once the Epistates and now the ashes left by the eternal land. Altair Cineris, the memoriless child of memory, deliver us to salvation.
— “Look back. Look forward. If the future is not set in stone, grasp it with all your might and bring the past with you.”
— CHARACTER STORY I.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The garden was covered in white and gold flowers. She held her book tight as her mother guided her through the unfamiliar marble paths. It was her first time in such a place, looking up the marble statues made by famed scultptors who's names she did not know. Still, her mother's grip on her hand was firm as she lead her through the paths.
“Altair, do you know where your name comes from?”
Her mother sat them down on a bench right in front of the fountain at the center.
Her name? Her name… she doesn't quite remember what her name means. But as she turns to her mother, she felt a soft hand cradle her cheek. Familiar yet not familiar. How odd… how strange…
“You are named after the 12th brightest star in our Galaxy.”
“Why the 12th?”
“Ah, well… I thought the 12th was the prettiest. And besides, our family has always liked the number.”
She wanted to ask why she had not been named Sirius or Rigel or Vega, but she kept quiet. She was the first born of their family and yet she was named after the twelfth of the brightest. Despite that, she was pleased to be named after a star. Especially one that could be clearly seen from her room.
Her book—a journal, she soon realizes—is taken from her hands and opened by her mother. She watched as she wrote something into the journal. The little girl peaks over, watched her mother's elegant handwriting glide through the paper.
Day 37 — my little star, this is the 37th time I have brought you to this garden. Like always, you do not remember being brought here before.
Odd… has she been here before?
— CHARACTER STORY II.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The garden was covered in white and gold flowers. She held her book tight as her mother guided her through the unfamiliar marble paths. It was her first time in in such a place, looking up the marble statues made by famed scultptors who's names she did not know. Still, her mother's grip on her hand was firm as she lead her through the garden.
“My dear, how have you been? Have you been doing well?”
Her mother sipped her tea as she approached the pavilion covered on flowers.
“I haven't finished my painting.”
“You haven't even started, kardia mou.”
She recalls the blank canvas back in her room. Every day, she woke up never remembering yesterday. Every day, that canvas was right in front of her.
“I don't remember what I wanted to paint, mother.” She intertwined her fingers together, staring at calloused hands. How did they become calloused in the first place. She raised her head, meeting her mother's eyes.
“Mother, did I ever tell you what I was meant to make?”
For a moment, her mother faltered but she shook her head.
The leather journal in her arms suddenly felt heavy. As she looked down at it and then back at her mother, she frowned slightly. Eventually, she surrendered the strange book before she watched as the pages flipped to a page.
Day 543 — my little star, you told me of a dream you had last night. It was a miracle. You've never remembered your dreams before. You told me of a sea of stars, stars tbat slowly died. Stars that were brought into the maw of an unknown being… it worries me… how of all the dreams you remember, something so terrifying stuck.
How... strange... what had that dream meant?
— CHARACTER STORY III.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Her hands were cold.
The express was not cold. It was warm. Welcoming. Safe. But her hands continued to be as cold as ice. Terrifying, really. They weren't even trembling…
Outside the express’s windows was a sea of stars. Bright and beautiful and utterly untouchable. It was wholly unlike the sea in her dreams.
That sea of dying stars, gradually getting devoured by some unknown creature of shadow and ash. The very first dream she could even remember had been a bad omen. It was… unnerving. And yet, she could not help but dwell on it.
“Did you dream again?”
The lady with crimson hair always asked her. Every single day, Altair was met with the question. Sometimes she did, sometimes she didn't. Her dreams were obscure and confusing things.
“Yes.”
“What was it this time?”
Quietly, she sat beside the navigator as they looked upon the stars.
What had she dreamt of? Teal veins, laughter, the hand of destruction grasping worlds, the death of stars. What had she dreamt of?
“Chaos.”
— CHARACTER STORY IV.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Altair.
Altair.
Altair.
Remembrance was a path she had arrived to walk on. Cursed as she was, her memory never lasted more than a day before she had joined the garden.
She had sacrificed her body to remember. To become memory to keep memories.
Altair.
Altair.
Altair.
She ripped the pages of the journal. Lines upon lines. She repeated her name like a madman trying to burn it into her very soul. The pen shook with her hand, ink dripping onto the pages. A memory of hers was fading in and out of existence, fighting oblivion to return to her. What was she trying to remember?
Altair ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇.
She was so close. So utterly close.
Altair Ci▇▇▇▇▇.
Where had she heard this name before? She could remember a garden. Filled with statues and flowers long gone. There had been a woman sat in a pavilion, sipping something unknown—tea? Had it been tea back then?
Altair Cineris…
It had been that, right? Her name… and yet it still felt incomplete. Like something—a part of her was stolen and forgotten. Drowning in the oblivion she feared to dive into. What had she lost?
Altair ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ Cineris.
꒰ 🌑 ꒱ ─── RAAAAA ALTAIR LORE!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to ARGENTUM AH on fb for being the one to take my commission hehehehehe. I took so long to post this one 😭😭 the comm was finished around May??? I don't remember much huhuhuhu but thank god I finally finished this. It took me so long ngl cause I was retconning things left and right HAHAHAHA. I CAN'T STOP OBSESSING OVER THIS PIECE! My board was such a mess and my colors clashed so bad, but thankfully they were so kind and sweet when it came to discussing the character design since I didn't have a concrete one.
‧˚ ꒰ 🍷 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝓢𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 ° ˖ ／ Planarcadia, The Phantasmoon Games . ────── after her strange disappearance, sunday finds himself face-to-face with the woman who fooled him, his planet, and the astral express.
"you're angry with me," she asks with an indifferent tone. even with the ex-penacony head's iron grin on her tie, she all but remains detached as she tries to break free. "it doesn't suit you."
sunday doesn't reply. he can't think of one as too many thoughts swim in his mind. does he ask for her reasons? if she's a supplicant in the phantasmoon games? what she's plotting with a masked hare? all good questions, but his mind has already decided for him.
"why did you leave?"
it comes out softer, almost like a plea, as if he's holding back an insurmountable amount of tears behind his angry eyes. lysa doesn't reply, only presses her lips into a thin line as her finger ghosts over the collar on her neck.
"i didn't."
"yes, you did!" he counters, voice rising in volume as he tugs her forward. their foreheads nearly touch, noses just barely grazing each other's as sunday continues. "i care not for how you did it, how you fooled even me with your little tricks. but i want to know why. why did you leave?"
why did you leave me?
"oh sunday," she whispers, not condescending, not even teasing. just blank. tilting her head to the side, her teal eyes shine differently under the light of this world, he mentally notes. a little clearer, but no less hard to decipher. and he follows the way they fall to his lips. "you know i can't tell you."
🎨 ⸝⸝ guess who commissioned miyu f.a. again hahaha! it's me if you couldn't tell. i've been planning this commission since. valentines. and i only got around to actually doing it now BYEE. as always, they did such an AMAZING job holy shit i literally have no words. they drew her so well i'm about to start chewing on wet cement atp 💔💔💔 but um yeah!! some major lore changes have happened, hopefully i get to explaining everything in the future.... because its um. a lot.
his bday fic will be late, unfortunately. Still very busy and haven't finished it huhuhuhuhu!! But I got him e4! (280 tickets and only got 3 copies cause I lost all 3 50/50s 😭😭😭😭) On god I will e6s5 him one day. Hoyo if you make him free at least let him rerun again PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
𖥔 WARNINGS: they yearn a lot in this fic, miscommunication/misunderstanding and angst is you squint, inaccurate depictions of regency/high society, written pre-release, expect him to be ooc. not fully proofread; expect mistakes!
♪ FINAL NOTES .ᐟ genshin always know how to get me back fml. doesn't help that he looks like marius and i. i really like that little shit okay. its so bad i had to get my copy of priode and prejudice to get inspiration and you can tell LMFAOOO ANWYAYS ENJOY!!! art credits: @.srro_yo on x!
It's a universally known truth that a man of Major Valeriy's standing must be in want of a spouse.
For as long as you've known the man, he would beat you in your fantasies of what it means to have a happily ever after. You find it endearing how much thought, care, and insurmountable fondness Valeriy had put into what his future life would look like. What his future with you would look like.
"A manor near the heart of the city," you recount his younger self, standing proudly on your windowsill with a training sword raised high in the air as you giggle behind your book. Valeriy shoots you a proud grin before jumping off his platform and making a beeline towards you. "Because you can't go one day without dancing with the common folk. I'd like to spare his Lordship from an early death."
A roll of your eyes makes Valeriy grin wider. He gently takes your hand in his, throwing away his pretend sword to put your book down, and coaxes you to stand. He lays a hand on his shoulder, while he intertwines the other in his own. The way Valeriy invites you to dance is never conventional. Sure, he'd do the gentlemanly thing and bow, kiss your knuckles, and deliver a practiced smile. Most of the time, he'd sneak up on you—a hand already interlocked with your own, his chin resting on your shoulder, and him humming your favorite piece when he enters your room.
And every time, Valeriy would smile.
Oh, how you want to keep that smile to yourself. Not the ones he practiced in front of your vanity mirror before events, but the ones he has now as he sways you back and forth in the direction of your music box. This smile is reserved for you and you alone. The kind where it's all tooth and boyish charm instead of a noble knight.
"There will be a ballroom in the living room," he continues his fantasy, guiding your every step with poise and grace. "We will hold all your birthday celebrations there."
"And what about yours?" you ask, the world escaping you in a blur when Valeriy leads you in a twirl. "Where will we celebrate your birthday?"
He shakes his head, "There's no need. A grand celebration for my birth has never been my style."
"But if I want to celebrate your birthday?" Valeriy only smiles at your pouty lips. His hand drags lower, respectfully keeping it just above your waist as he tugs you impossibly closer.
"What use will I have for a hundred faces when I only want to look at yours?"
You can't stop the blush that creeps up your cheeks at his honesty. And even if you did, Valeriy had a hidden talent for always keeping your eyes on him. It is impossible not to—not when he bats those inssuferably long lashes at you or when he looks as if you are the sole flame keeping this cold nation warm.
Valeriy was very good at making you feel special.
You wonder where that man has gone.
It has been years since you last saw him. All you had was a letter tucked between your pillows, his smudged handwriting announcing his departure in the coming fortnight, and how he deeply regrets not being able to say goodbye properly. Even now, almost a decade later, you remain in the dark on why Valeriy left. Every servant, every knight, every close companion that knew of his name all gave you the same vague answer.
"It's a knightly duty."
How you wanted to use your authority as one of Sneznhaya's future sovereigns to strip him of that title.
Valeriy would hate you. But at least he'd be there, just within arm's reach instead of some freezing camp where no light could reach him. You can live with him hating you because you can never begin to imagine a life where you grow older and he stays a certain age for all eternity.
"Won't you come dance with us, my liege?" Your apprentice, Vesna, asks.
You blink in confusion until your eyes finally catch up to the music played by the band. So lost in your thought, so lost staring at the back of your almost-lover's head from across the room, you had completely tuned out the rest of the world.
Vesna asks you again, her voice a little quieter. She shifts from one foot to the other, gloved hands clasped at her chest, her lips set in a pout as you hesitantly chuckle. You quickly turn your head, watching your figure dissolve and slosh around the champagne flute to avoid Vesna's pleading.
By the Tsaritsa, why have I agreed to this? You ask yourself with a wince. You were no knight, nor did you have a personal relationship with the Druzhna. So why in the world did you receive an invitation?
Sure, you may have mentored Vesna, the current Captain of the aforementioned group, but you wouldn't really call it mentoring. You were more or less a glorified advisor. The masses are blinded by your previous relationship with Valeriy before his journey. The memory brings a frown to your face. Vesna didn't fail to notice.
"Is something wrong, my liege? You seem glum tonight. Wasn't it your wish to dance in her Majesty's palace?" She questioned with a frown.
"Truly, Vesna, my dear, I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine."
As you were about to retort, the ballroom quiets to a low murmur. The crowd parts like the sea being cleaved with a sword as someone—mayhaps another official delegate from the Druzhna—announces Valeriy's presence. You almost hiss out in pain at the mention of his name. Almost.
His footsteps are heavy, laden with layers of snow during his travels, while a greatsword is strapped securely on his back. The chilly winds from the evernight have crept their way into the palace, forcing Valeriy's fur coat to sway in a dance that painfully reminded you of when the curtains of your room would give him away when he'd sneak out of training to see you.
Everyone bowed their heads, eyes landing on the floor as Valeriy's gaze swept the crowd. When he met you, you didn't think twice to follow the rest of the world. Duck your head, curtsy, and remain out of his lidded gaze when he passes you. You bite your lip in frustration when the scent of wildberries and iron wafts in the air. You don't remember him smelling like he had been through a war.
"That's Majory Valeriy," Vesna whispers to you. Head also ducked down as her eyes followed Valeriy's figure. "He hasn't been seen in almost a decade since his expedition."
"I know." Painfully so.
The younger girl turns to you as you both straighten your backs, and music erupts like a sleeping volcano. Her teal eyes are narrowed into an apprehensive glare as you take another glass of champagne. "Did something happen between you and the Major?"
You sighed, the air heavy and condensing in a small fog in front of you. "Nothing happened." Because it is the truth, even if you wish it wasn't.
How do you even begin to undo the suffering of a decade-long silence spent in the dark?
"Maybe you should ask him to dance." Vesna proposes, and you almost laugh.
"Knowing him, he'd decline." Your eyes betray you and find Valeriy in a corner, speaking with his fellow soldiers. "Major Valeriy doesn't look like the kind who dances."
"Well, we can't exactly know what a gentleman really is by the end of a single fortnight!" Your apprentice loops an arm around yours, the other steals your glass of champagne, and you watch as it's carried off to who knows where. You nearly trip over your own feet as Vesna drags you in the direction of Valeriy, and you could've sworn your heart leaped up into your throat when he looks to both your figures. "If we do not venture ourselves, then someone else will."
"I think I'd prefer if someone else did." A lie.
Vesna only rolls her eyes. "Very few of us can feel freely, my liege, and even fewer who have enough heart to let themselves fall in love without the sorcery of others." When you are but a few strides away from the Major, Vesna unloops herself from your grasp and gives you a final hug as she pushes you forward. "I can tell that you deeply love Major Valeriy. It's truly such a shame you don't believe that he loves you the same."
"Vesna—!"
Before you can get another word out, steady arms catch you before you can hit the floor. You can feel your heart pounding within your ribs as you screw your eyes shut, unwilling to believe that this is happening. That after a decade-long wait, Valeriy's arm came to circle your form as if he hadn't left.
"Careful," by the Tsarita, even the concern laced in his tone hasn't changed, as if ten years were a mere blink of the eye.
"I'm fine," you hurriedly reply. "I apologize for—"
"There's no need for apologies," Valeriy cuts you off, still holding your hand as you settle back on your feet. "Have you—"
"Enjoy your evening, Major."
You can't do this, you wouldn't. Not after you've spent more time mourning him than actually being with him. So you do what you've always done—you run. You turn away and do not give him the grace of finishing his sentence as you look for an exit. To a balcony, to a room, to the outside world, anywhere that didn't have Valeriy in it.
How ironic that now that your wish of being with him is fulfilled, you take it for granted.
He calls out your name from across the room, ignoring who he's bumped into, not even bothering to mutter half-hearted apologies. All he cared about was you.
"Please, I just need a moment to explain," he pleads with you, taking measured strides up the stairs and memorizing every twist or turn you take in the dimly lit halls.
"No explanations needed, Major, I think I understand," you coldly replied.
"I don't think you do. Just—," you gasp when he seizes your wrist, there's no pressure, Valeriy doesn't even fully wrap his fingers around you. When you finally meet his gaze, there's a torrential storm in his eyes. "Did you at least receive them?" He asks breathlessly.
"Receive what?" you question with furrowed brows.
Valeriy's lips form a thin line before he lets out a quiet curse. His head hangs low, and your view of his face is obscured. You almost don't catch his next words. "My letters," he says as if it's a shameful admittance of defeat. "I've written a letter for you every day. I pleaded to everyone, to anyone, for you to receive them. Please tell me you at least received one."
"I received none," you mutter in disbelief.
"Damn it all."
You stand there with him, frozen and waiting for the resentment in your heart to finally thaw out. But you realize dumbly that there were none to begin with. "I thought you had forgotten about me. Fled with another in some unknown land where I wouldn't be able to follow," you see his shoulders tense, and you take a deep breath. "Worse, I thought you were dead until news of your arrival a week ago."
Valeriy hasn't moved an inch from where he stands hunched over, his hold still on your wrist, but you know you can break free—he has never held you against your will. Even now, he puts your needs into consideration. And he apparently has for the last decade you've been apart.
"Did you really write to me?" Your voice breaks, and when Valeriy finally raises his head, you can't stop the tears that escape you. "Has it really been me even after all these years?"
"Of course it's you. There's been no one else but you…!"
"Then why did you leave?! Why couldn't you have stayed, and we could've gotten married like we planned, Valeriy?"
His gloved hand brushes away the tears you vehemently try to hide. "I had to. It's part of my duty as a knight. I couldn't just have you because you let me. I had to earn the title of your husband."
"So you leave me for almost ten years?" you laugh incredulously, a humorless sound as your fingers curl against the fur of his coat. "You already have me. All you had to do was get on one knee and recite some plagiarized speech from my favorite book, and I would've said yes!"
"And that's precisely the problem!" Valeriy holds you by your forearms, his brows creased into a furrow as his volume rises. "I could be a beggar on the street or a dying animal in a forest, and you'd still look at me as if I were worthy to stand beside you!"
"Because you do!"
"Oh, archons," he pulls away to brush away his hair, and you follow. Craving the warmth you thought you had lost. Valeriy looks at you, his chest heaving and biting his bottom lip as his mind works to find something to say. After a minute of agonizing silence, the tension in his shoulders is finally released. "It was bad enough that I kept skipping training to sneak into your room, but his Lordship practically killed me when he announced you'd be betrothed to someone else."
Your eyes widen at the revelation. Valeriy continues, "Some nobleman from another nation. Prim and proper, he could protect you better than I could. Can't you see? Your father thinks of me as another friend you'll be bored with in the coming years, a knight you had picked out of pity instead of the reassurance that I could do my job."
He lets out a shaky exhale. His gloved hands glide down to hold yours, and you can't suppress the shiver that runs down your spine at the fire Valeriy leaves in his wake. When he gently tilts your head up with his thumb, forcing you to look at anyone but him, you almost melt.
"I got in contact with the former Major. He told me he'd train be to better—a better knight, a better man. Someone suitable for your standing. I agreed, of course I did. I'd do anything for you. I just didn't—" his breath catches and drops your chin as he ducks his head in shame. "I didn't think I'd have to leave immediately. Not for this long. I'm sorry. From the bottom of my heart, I truly am."
You swallow the lump in your throat. Your fingers are still tangled in his coat, and it takes everything in your power not to pull him closer. "Tell me then," you start, voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me what you wrote in your letters."
His eyes snap up to you, waiting. You hold his stare until he finally breaks. "I complained about the training regime. How insufferable it was not having you there to cheer me on." A fond smile slowly breaks out on his face, and a gloved hand is placed on top of yours on his coat as he continues. "You'd love the food and the people who made it. Every few months, they'd hold an event where they ask us trainees, to dance. You would have fit right in. I wrote about how much I missed you every day and how I can't wait to return."
Valeriy chuckles, his hand leaving yours to cradle the side of your jaw, giving you enough time to pull away. When you don't, he sighs at the feel of your skin despite the fabric covering his palms. "I… I got you a ring. I think I would have proposed to you with it."
Heavy silence followed the declaration. There's steadiness in his eyes despite the hints of hesitation in Valeriy's voice. "Do you still have it?" you practically plead.
A grin breaks out on his face, the kind you remember from your childhood as you danced in your bedroom when his trainer raised all hell trying to find him.
"Of course I do."
You finally laugh. For the first time tonight, a smile takes over your features as you ease into his hold. "Of course you would. What a silly thing to ask."
Valeriy laughs with you, the air in his lungs being knocked right out of him when you press your nose to his chest. He stands frozen, hands in the air as if he didn't know what to do with them. You continue to laugh when he finally wraps them around your waist, pulling you closer as his lips find the crown of your head. Valeriy all but melts into you.
"Do you still dance?"
His chuckle rumbles through your figure. A hand is already interlocking with yours as he whispers, "Only with you."
You smile at the declaration, nuzzling further into his chest as Valeriy begins to sway left and right. "I'm still upset, just to be clear."
"I know."
"You left me waiting for nearly ten years, so don't expect me to forgive you easily."
"I understand."
"And," you pull away to look him in the eye. Your hand brushes away the hair that gets in his eyes. "I want you to rewrite all the letters I didn't receive."
"All of them?" Valeriy asks with wide eyes.
You only nod, "Yes, all of them."
He doesn't reply, not immediately at least. You don't know for how long you sway back and forth in that dim hallway as you keep your eyes on his face, his eyes on yours, when he finally hums. Another smile on his lips as he twirls you, as he did back when you were young.
"As you wish." A laugh escapes him when he presses your foreheads together as the music from the ballroom comes to a close. "I'd rewrite them however many times you wish so long as you finally get to read them."
REPORTING FROM THE D99 QUARTERS !! WE HAVE NEWS FOR EVERYONE ... WHAT IS UP WITH EVERYONE IN THE NETWORK?
you've seen the recruitment post, but have you seen what happens in the network? well, we are here to deliver the news, the tea, the INSIDER INFO !!
01. this week, we just got one of d99's biggest achievement: huzzah ! 670 hours in VC. HAPPY SIXSEVEN !!
02. presenting the various d99 name variations and allegations...! we are one, we are two, we are the 99.
unfortunately, some of the records were lost as the 670 hours VC went down and disappeared (fly high, we will reach our peak once more)
03. OF COURSE, we will not forget the community favorite: MAKE IT A QUOTE !! here are some of the captures we managed to get whether from the bot or not:
04. this month, we uncovered the mystery of astrobot ("WHO NAMED HIM THAT?!)
how it all started...
fortunately, we got the criminal to confess. IT WAS STELLAR ALL ALONG !
05. last night, it was azul's birthday?
THAT IS ALL WE HAVE UNCOVERED FOR THIS NEWS EDITION ... it seems like we keep on seeing the same people, nevertheless, we will uncover more in the future. so stay on a lookout !
OH IT SEEMS LIKE THE DIRECTORS LEFT A NOTE: D99 IS A FAMILY <33 do not be deterred by the questionable and out-of-context quotes. we would love to welcome you to our community, beloved writer.
Just wish the girlies were more covered up 😭 cause it's literally freezing so why tf aren't they all warm and cozy??? Hoyo please give them long sleeves, I'm begging you
NOY, VALERIY, AND ANASTASYA RAAAAAAAA
I don't even play genshin anymore because my devices can't handle it (also cause I'm burnt out huhuhuhu) but I am willing to put my stuff through hell for Snezhnaya! I've been anticipating this nation since 1.1 (which is when I started hehehe)
