diviningjade

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[diviningjade]

let's go, let's go, time to play. are you... thinking of working overtime!?

a honkai: star rail (hsr) qingque ask/roleplay blog. mod is a minor/full-time college student, activity will fluctuate. likes/follows/replies will come from @haninomori.

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[diviningjade]

HI OMG I'M ALIVE!!! sorry for dropping off the face of the planet, i should be alive in around 1 to 5 business days (that's a joke. i am alive right now!! so please pay attention to me pspsps)

i really wanna get back into the groove of things and i really miss playing this chaotic girl, so if you followed me feel free to @ me in whatever and i will respond!! or like my starter call or whatever i might be a bit slower with that though

as always i'm down for anything, dark, comedic, whatever– throw it at me!

or if you want feel free to dm me and ask for discord!! i'm a lot more active there (i just need to make a new one to keep my rl and rp stuff separate)

that's all k thx byeeee love yall (platonically ofc ofc)

[diviningjade]

Qingque's face twists into one of concern as she leans further in, marveling in how sunken into the mess of papers on his desk he is. "Mm, I don't know if I should be impressed or concerned, Mister Sims. You look like if a vidyadhara merged with a bearskin carpet." Her eyes trace his back in a path reminiscent of an over-exaggerated bell curve graph.

"A bother?" She walks back to, ah, what was his name again? Jango's–Jordan's–Jack Sickolis's– side. "I'm quite hurt, Mister Sims." A grin graces Qingque's lips. "I'm only a bother on company time. In fact–" She pulls out her cell phone. "I've come here with a plan for you!"

She turns on her cellphone, her eyes trained on the screen. "So, I've been noticing that your social life, is, for a lack of better wording, absolutely atrocious. But you know what isn't?" She points the screen at him, revealing a photo of a man with glasses. "The demand for men wearing glasses!"

Qingque nods, a wide smile on her face. "Yep, that's right! We're gonna get you Interastral famous!" She pauses. "Or whatever social platform of your choice... famous." Qingque's arm flies to his shoulder, shaking it. "C'mon, Janice! Let's do it! If you're going to have eyebags, at least monetize the visual appeal of it!"

It'll be fun for me as well, Qingque thinks, though she doesn't want the smile on her face to get even wider than it is now, lest Jon deny her "genius" plan.

[worst-archivist]

Jon didn’t visibly respond to her vidyahara-bearskin comparison. Nor did he to her insults about his social life. If Qingque wasn’t used to his shlumpy nature by now AND hadn’t just watched him collapse, she very well may have mistaken him for dead.

“Mmpgh…” With a bit of a struggle, Jon drearily lifts his head to look at whatever Qingque is showing. Despite his glasses, he still needs to squint to see the screen. Even though Qingque had switched them on, her cellphone seems to illuminate his face more than the dimmed and yellowed archive lights ever could.

The video itself is of some TikTok star in a pair of stereotypically nerdy glasses, dancing in a skirt just a few inches too short. Jon’s eyes scan the whole video, darting all around. It’s like you’re showing your mom a thirst trap, he gives off the same feeling.

Is… is this one of those tick tock e-boys? F-boys? C-boys, even? I mean, he does have cat ears on. Do people call cat boys c-boys? Or is that for a cuck boy? That’s… oh fuck it, that’s not what matters right now.

“U… UAGH-! W… what the…“ He’s absolutely sputtering over himself. He pushes her phone aside, and gathers his words well enough for a resounding “NO.”

With his mind going 100 kilometers per hour, (not miles, mind you. He’s British after all), he’s unsure of how to respond. “Jesus, it’s ONE thing to show me an image with questionable background during work hours, but it’s another to suggest that should be ME!? What the bloody hell has gotten into you? NO. I AM NEARLY THIRTY, I AM NOT DOING THAT.”

He was standing up now. The 4 inch height difference was a defense mechanism rather than an intimidation tactic. After all, Jon was the intimidated one here. His entire personhood was actively threatened.

I don’t get paid enough to deal with this girl. Fucking shit.

[diviningjade]

“Huh?” She turns the screen back to her face upon hearing Jon’s angered response. “Oh, huh, I didn’t mean to show you that, it must’ve automatially played. I’m still getting used to your ‘Londoner’s’ technology. But–”

She puts the phone against her chest and laughs. “It works, doesn’t it? See, these types of TackTockers get millions of views and thousands of likes!” She says, butchering the app’s name with terrific efficiency.

“It can’t hurt to try, can it, Mister Jaundice? Thirty’s not terribly old. Honestly, compared to some of the 200-year-old Foxian ladies I’ve met during my work, you’re not too bad-looking. Although,” she steps back and angles her fingers into two L shapes before holding them up like a camera frame against Jon’s weary face. “You might need to comb that hair before we start recording.”

[diviningjade]

“someone just told me i’m the reason shampoo bottles have instructions??”

[diviningjade]

i wonder if i should write a backstory for qingque? rn ingame she doesn’t have one and i sort of doubt she will. i might be projecting here but maybe she has a fear of failure and slacking off is just a front for procrastination? i think qingque has a lot of potential for character development / serious rps as much as i love the chaotic slacker side of her haha,,, i’m honestly having trouble picturing her in any state of distress bc ingame she’s mostly a joke character (???) but idk!! i have a lot of thoughts but i need to organize them

[rubymemes]

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of texts prompts. Some have romantic undertones, but not all of them. Feel free to adjust phrasing and gendered terms as necessary)  TW: food & alcohol mention

[TEXT] - please just call me back.

[TEXT] - i’m sorry.

[TEXT] - so this is my number, but don’t save my name as anything sketchy.

[TEXT] - i’m making dinner tonight, you should come over.

[TEXT] - WHERE ARE YOU????

[TEXT] - you’re LATE.

[TEXT] - can we talk? 

[TEXT] - how did it go?

[TEXT] - you’re gonna laugh, but can you pick me up at the police station?

[TEXT] - thinking about you…

[TEXT] - i miss you so much.

[TEXT] - i have an idea, probably gonna get us in trouble though.

[TEXT] - i know you’re awake! pick up the phone! 

[TEXT] - so you’re just gonna ignore me forever? 

[TEXT] - i’m at taco bell you want anything? 

[TEXT] - are you awake?

[TEXT] - i have good news and bad news.

[TEXT] - how are you? 

[TEXT] - new phone, who is this? 

[TEXT] - wanna come over? 

[TEXT] - what’s wrong with you?!

[TEXT] - you only call me when you’re drunk. 

[TEXT] - me, you, a bad movie. you in? 

[TEXT] - wanna bang? [TEXT] - hang* [TEXT] - whatever

[TEXT] - i’ll seduce you with cool scientific facts.

[TEXT] - are you still alive?

[TEXT] - we are sophisticated adults ok?  [TEXT] - last week i purchased a vegetable

[TEXT] - i will not hesitate to strangle you

[TEXT] - what are you doing this weekend? 

[TEXT] - can i come over? [TEXT] - because i’m in your driveway.

[TEXT] - are you seriously leaving me on read right now?

[diviningjade]

( 1 ) new message from your friend qingque

qingque : hey qingque : are you busy right now? qingque : i need a partner for celestial jade qingque : it's so boring at work right n your friend qingque has gone offline your friend qingque has come online qingque : sorry, someone was behind me again

qingque : good thing it wasn't master diviner fu though, right? qingque : otherwise i would be in serious troub

your friend qingque has gone offline your friend qingque has come online your friend qingque has gone offline your friend qingque has come online qingque : ahhh why won't they go away qingque : okay i think i'm in the clear now qingque : but why do i hear ominous music behind me qingque : i think the author needs to be more creative with their references qingque : anyways, about that celestial j

your friend qingque has gone offline your friend qingque has come online your friend qingque has gone offline your friend qingque has come online

qingque : they found out ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐ qingque : back to work it is i suppose qingque : what a terrible fate

[diviningjade]

"geez, why is it so dark in here?" the lights in the room flick on with a click of a switch. qingque sneaks up to the man hunched over his desk, before leaning over his shoulder. "mister jango, that can't be good for your eyes." her gaze flickers over to his posture. "–or your back."

@worst-archivist

[worst-archivist]

The mental anguish from Qingque’s “Jango” causes Jon to instinctively grimace from pain. She’s messed up his name so many times now that he’s quite used to it, but he definitely still hates it. Simultaneously, however, he’s been seemingly trained to respond to anything between Jolene and Juggernaut. He couldn’t tell if Qingque knew this and kept up the act to bother him, or if his name was just really that forgetful. After all, she never seemed to remember his corrections. And so Jon had gave up the effort of protesting.

This is why at Qingque’s “Jango,” Jon crumbles overtop his keyboard at very beginnings of conversation, already not caring for the basic social etiquette to meet her eyes.

His voice came out as muffled due to his own face-down defeat, “My bloody sight and posture are fine, leave them well alone. If you’re simply here to be a bother, you may also take your leave.”

Quite honestly, Jon was in the mood for some social interaction right now. He’d been inadvertently isolating himself for the sake of typing this document for the archives, so much so that he couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen another’s face. Whether he’d be willing to accept conversation from Qingque is… questionable at the least. But even if he did, he wouldn’t admit it. He’s simply an asshole like that.

[diviningjade]

Qingque's face twists into one of concern as she leans further in, marveling in how sunken into the mess of papers on his desk he is. "Mm, I don't know if I should be impressed or concerned, Mister Sims. You look like if a vidyadhara merged with a bearskin carpet." Her eyes trace his back in a path reminiscent of an over-exaggerated bell curve graph.

"A bother?" She walks back to, ah, what was his name again? Jango's–Jordan's–Jack Sickolis's– side. "I'm quite hurt, Mister Sims." A grin graces Qingque's lips. "I'm only a bother on company time. In fact–" She pulls out her cell phone. "I've come here with a plan for you!"

She turns on her cellphone, her eyes trained on the screen. "So, I've been noticing that your social life, is, for a lack of better wording, absolutely atrocious. But you know what isn't?" She points the screen at him, revealing a photo of a man with glasses. "The demand for men wearing glasses!"

Qingque nods, a wide smile on her face. "Yep, that's right! We're gonna get you Interastral famous!" She pauses. "Or whatever social platform of your choice... famous." Qingque's arm flies to his shoulder, shaking it. "C'mon, Janice! Let's do it! If you're going to have eyebags, at least monetize the visual appeal of it!"

It'll be fun for me as well, Qingque thinks, though she doesn't want the smile on her face to get even wider than it is now, lest Jon deny her "genius" plan.

[diviningjade]

"geez, why is it so dark in here?" the lights in the room flick on with a click of a switch. qingque sneaks up to the man hunched over his desk, before leaning over his shoulder. "mister jango, that can't be good for your eyes." her gaze flickers over to his posture. "–or your back."

@worst-archivist

[diviningjade]

new icon attempt?

[diviningjade]

玉 | she speaks to no one in particular, one hand about to grab a rice ball, and the other pinched around a jade tile. "sure, playing celestial jade is fun. but you know what's more fun?" she giggles, stacking another piece on top of a precarious tower of leaning tiles. "playing celestial jade during work!" her back is turned to the room, immersed in her own world.

[diviningjade]

" i took 20 credits out your bag last night. " — from yanqing to qingque :p

she whips out her bag and pulls out her wallet. her eyes widen. true to the message's words, as she thumbs around her wallet, there's the heavy absence of 20 credits. "ugh, that boy!" she groans. "i know the food at the cloud knights sucks too, but did you have to steal my money specifically? at least learn how to cook!"

she closes her eyes, clenching her fist like a shoddy caricature of a mourning shounen manga character. "someone of us have the misfortune of being addicted to celestial jade at work and having our pay docked!" she shuts her bag and spins around on her heel, huffing. "hmph, i'm gonna find that boy if it's the last thing i do. i'd rather deal with him than master diviner fu, anyways..."

[stabbyresources]

Describe my muse in one sentence.

Can be mean, can be nice, can be calling my muse out, nothing is off the table and anything goes!

[diviningjade]

“ughh… i thought i was doing so well!” a small girl in clothes reminiscent of those employed by the divination commission sits on a bench, clutching a letter. “so why, oh why—“

she clenches her empty hand into a fist. “—did the master diviner ask me to deliver this letter?!” the girl groans. the letter seems to be addressed to someone important— stamped with a wax seal, on top of an envelope made of high-quality paper.

“was it because i sent in that document a few minutes too fast? or was it because i came in on time every single day last week? what was it?” she trails off in deep thought, looking down at the letter, trying to figure out where she went so wrong, tapping her foot anxiously.

[noahsresources]

prompts for muses who are Little Shits™

for all the muses out there who like to mess with others!! mainly meant for platonic relationships, but can be used for romantic & antagonistic relationships as well! feel free to modify any pronouns, descriptor words, & objects for your needs!

FROM THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ how'd you like the fake spider in your room? ❞ ❝ hang on a second, i'm gonna record this — ❞ ❝ i took 20 bucks out of your bag last night. ❞ ❝ alright, that's it, time for the tickle monster treatment! ❞ ❝ oh, yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? ❞ ❝ i think i might have accidentally just hurt myself again. ❞ ❝ what makes you think you can possibly take me? ❞ ❝ outta the way, i was here first! ❞ ❝ sorry, i lost that a little while ago. ❞ ❝ hey, come on! it was just a prank! ❞ ❝ i'm seriously thinking about forcing that secret out of you. ❞ ❝ wait, did YOU say you wanted the last piece of pie in the fridge? 'cause i kinda just ate it ... ❞

actions. [ SING ] — sender starts singing raunchy lyrics around receiver [ WRESTLE ] — sender attempts to start play-fighting with receiver [ FINGER ] — sender flips receiver the bird [ LAUGH ] — sender tries to make receiver laugh [ LEAN ] — sender puts their full weight on receiver [ COLD ] — sender puts their cold fingers under receiver's shirt [ DRIVE ] — sender begins to drive very fast with receiver in the car with them [ FOOD ] — sender steals a bite of receiver's food when they're not looking [ BLANKET ] — sender pulls receiver's blanket off them while they're half-asleep [ PRANK ] — sender pulls a prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

FOR THE LITTLE SHIT.

words. ❝ hey, stop that! ❞ ❝ careful, i just got that new furniture. ❞ ❝ okay, okay, i'll do anything, just please stop tickling me ... ! ❞ ❝ god, you're such an asshole! ❞ ❝ i swear, if you do that one more time ... ❞ ❝ i didn't actually think it was that funny. ❞ ❝ aw, dammit, you broke it! ❞ ❝ you can't go 24 hours without having some kind of accident, huh? ❞ ❝ you just cheated! i watched you! ❞ ❝ if you even think about messing with me today, i will end you. ❞ ❝ are you drunk or something? because that was some of the weirdest shit i've ever heard. ❞ ❝ okay, i won't lie, that was actually pretty funny. ❞

actions. [ HEADLOCK ] — sender puts receiver in a headlock [ CHASE ] — sender chases receiver around in frustration [ RUN ] — sender runs from receiver to avoid being pranked/scared [ NUDGE ] — sender briskly nudges receiver in response to a snarky comment [ IGNORE ] — sender pretends to ignore receiver [ PULL ] — sender is dragged into pulling a prank with the sender [ CLEAN ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's mess [ WIPE ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's injuries after pulling a stunt that doesn't end well [ LEAVE ] — sender storms off in frustration after being messed with by receiver [ REVENGE ] — sender pulls a revenge prank on receiver (bonus points if a type of prank is specified!)

[diviningjade]

i really need to learn how to play mahjong

[mcflymemes]

for every 🎁 i get in my inbox, i'll tell you a character i've written in the past. on the flip side, for every 🎉 i get, i'll tell you a character i want to write someday.