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Have you ever lost your mask?

Low activity, multi-muse roleplay blog starring SPARKLE & Sparxie from Honkai Star Rail.

I. Interest Checker II. Carrd III. Writing Wishlist IV. Relations V. Muses // 16/02/2026 ❤️

CURRENT MUSE FIXATIONS: March 7th, Firefly.

Icon borders by: @/floragfx // aesthetics by: me. psd cr

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H.ONKAI STAR RAIL: 4.3 Story Thoughts

Feel free to engage in this! I’m gonna be sectioning my thoughts within subheadings and giving my opinions based on each.

ASAT PRAMAD & FULWISH.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, “but wasn’t Fulwish the arc prior?” and you’re right. But in this case, I wanted to do my own comparative analysis of both villains and explain why I think Fulwish’s arc is much better than Asat Pramad’s, given the two instances literally being neighbours and all storyline wise.

Asat Pramad is a Lord Ravager, one who many made fun of along the way of Planarcadia’s story development. He has a knack for showing up where he is least wanted, often finding the Elation in causing people chaos. He masqueraded as Himeko’s father from the time her mother had died (he says he destroyed Himeko’s biological father just before her mother’s funeral, and started his journey as a “dad” and a “dean” though he was barely present as both until the very end of the … quest) and he also was once known as “Enroute,” a former member of the Masked Fools. Now that the summary has concluded, I will share my thoughts.

While his sudden appearance is certainly fitting, I genuinely believe that Hoyoverse has made a sore decision in opting to add him in here. This Phantasmoon Games is the first to take place after the horrors of the previous one, so there would be bumps in the road. However, after the experience we had with Sparxie, then bleeding into our experience with Fulwish to this, I personally feel it’s unnecessary. In my opinion, it feels like we are straying away from the reasons why we opted to join the Phantasmoon Games in the first place, and we are entering a territory that is attempting to compete with Amphoreus and the story of Irontomb. Realistically, Irontomb was supposed to be the pinnacle point of, “we’ve never fought a foe like this,” and while I get that this set up is probably more for Blade and Himeko than for TB, it’s the concept that we have to go through unnecessary strain and obstacles to give them their moment to shine. I feel like both could’ve had their moment doing something tied to the Phantasmoon Games rather than a whole ass enemy nobody asked for.

Here is where my comparison to Fulwish comes from. While I know not very many people cared for her, I personally adored her arc and it really solidified the whole story of the Phantasmoon Games from fifteen years ago. She was eighteen years old, about to graduate high school, looking optimistically toward the future. But then, the day before graduation, the Herald of Death enters the high school and ruthlessly murders everybody in that classroom. Fulwish had to watch as every single friend and classmate of hers was torn apart, turned into a piece of “artwork” while they were still alive. She had to see and hear everything. To top it all off, she received a mass amount of hate for being the lone survivor of it all. She couldn’t help that, and she certainly made it clear that if she could have died on that day, she would have.

People pretended to care. People pretended to be there for her. But instead, they were all acting. Actors and actresses hired to give her this false sense of security and care, to turn her into a media sensation when all she wanted was to heal. To know that she would be okay. To have security in the world she lived in. Social media (and the media in general) has a tendency to eliminate a person’s empathy. It can remove from a victim’s experience and treat it like it’s something minuscule. This is what happened to Fulwish. As a result, she put on a mask, and she waited. She waited for fifteen years before truly putting people back in that same experience, which ultimately resulted in Skott’s death, too. She wanted people to feel the same level of despair she felt because they failed to put in the time to understand her feelings. Fulwish was alone, and ultimately created her own death. The reason why I like her story arc is because her arc is the most human and the closest to reality. She ultimately chose her own death and to share Destruction with those who refused to be there for her when she needed it most. She wanted to reverse the roles, and to me, a victim should ALWAYS have the stage to share what happened to them, period. Like yeah, she could’ve been the easiest villain to take down in theory if we hadn’t waited, but we would’ve taken away from her chance to speak her truth. To me, dealing with a bigger consequence than taking away her voice too early is far more beneficial to the story.

In MY opinion, I feel Fulwish’s arc makes far more sense within the realm of the storyline than Asat Pramad’s. When you consider that her arc was necessary to build the bridges of the events of fifteen years ago and also levelled with the lengths people will go to within the games, it puts things into perspective. By comparison, Asat Pramad has nothing to do with the Phantasmoon Games. He’s just there for the sake of it. Which, yes—that is the whole point of his character, but is it truly necessary to go through the whole Irontomb arc and then be thrown into this chaos right after? BIG. FAT. NO. You can still make a story engaging without needing to throw a calamity into the fray every damned update. I do feel Fulwish’s arc could’ve just been the out of hand / dangerous storyline side of things and that be that. At the very least, Fulwish has more relevance than Asat and I genuinely believe his existence could’ve been saved for another part of the story.

HIMEKO’S TRUTH.

Truthfully, when I first played through the story, I actually disliked Himeko’s story. I figured it felt too close to Sparkle and Sparxie’s dynamic. Only, Sparkle and Sparxie is a byproduct of gradual self-acceptance, whereas Himeko was the byproduct of a dying girl’s dreams and fears of travelling across the cosmos. In truth, the human Himeko did not have it in her to make her dream come true. It’s so human to be intimidated by responsibility and fear. The creation of her “adult” self became an embodiment of every dream that bathed in her heart. But also, after speaking with Seventh and learning the HI3 Himeko lore (to summarise, she gave Kiana the antidote for the illness rather than taking it for herself and told the girl to live with her last breath), I actually found that this truth/lore was very fitting. It provides a clarity that every human Himeko is dead, and that the Himeko we know and love today is still the woman we know and love, she just is an Imagenae.

So, to conclude: At first, I disliked it, but after talking to Seventh, my mind has been opened. I have come to see the glory of her story writing.

BLADE AND SILVER WOLF.

A big “fuck you” to Ashveil for not comforting Silver Wolf when she needed it the most. I dunno, the interaction at the docks rubbed me off the wrong way, but I think the reason why (I personally interpreted it as him being “short” with her) he was a big, fat jerk is because this opportunity would bring Blade the death he had once craved, and it also hit close to him for the detective BECAUSE he wants to die peacefully, too. So, it’s like.. to see someone almost achieve his dream and have someone try to stop it probably triggered him. But still, you shouldn’t let your personal biases get in the way of comforting the sweet little Wolf.

THEIR. DYNAMIC. IS. SO. FATHER-DAUGHTER. PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS. It genuinely makes me emotional to see their growth. This is why the Stellaron Hunters will forever be my favourite. It showcases just how loving and accepting your chosen community and family can be. I truly love every single Stellaron Hunter AND PLEASE I AM GONNA SOB I NEED MORE STELLARON HUNTER DYNAMICS. (Dm me, Stellaron Hunter RPers… 𝓓𝓶 𝓶𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀.)

On a serious note, though, his revival and her relief made me feel so emotional. Did I cry? Yeah. I did. How could I not? Blade’s character development has been phenomenal, and I’m so glad that we get to see them in their softest moments. It’s so cute to think hardened criminals are actually super soft bby criminals who occasionally cause harm to people who deserve it.

MARCH 7th.

SHE IS A GENIUS. I LOVE YOU MARCH.

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@huijarii sent:

[TXT]: don't rush i've only been waiting.

Sparkle hadn’t intentionally set out to be late meeting Sampo.

After agreeing to meet at the Tavern for seven o’clock, she’d started getting ready at six. Everything that could have gone wrong did. The water pressure was slow, and by the time she had sorted that, the temperature of the water refused to get any warmer than lukewarm. Then, when it came to doing her hair, it took ridiculously long to dry—her hair brush kept getting caught in the knots and her accessories didn’t want to sit in the right places. Her clothes had creases (no self respecting performer wore anything slightly crinkled unless it was part of the outfit!) and she had slipped in the hallway over her small bag.

By the time she was ready, it was seven forty five, and she hadn’t even dared to look at her phone until she was by the front door. She pouts upon reading the words on the screen. Was she going to admit to her awful experience? Absolutely not.

[ TXT ] : Don’t be like that. It takes a while for a beauty to come together, you know~

Sparkle thought about the sorts of responses she could get from that. He could cook her sideways. Upside down. In outer space. She gulps.

[ TXT ] : I’m coming out now, wait for me.

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H.SR 4.3 STORY SPOILERS

Marchie being silly edition!!

The way the TB and March have such a lighthearted bond always makes me super happy. They DO click super well and this is why I have always enjoyed the March and TB ship.

But also, Marchie and Evernight are a ship I need to sink my teeth into. I’m going off course here.

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@theshytigergirl sent:

❝ no, I’m fine. I’m fine. ❞ To Cyrene.

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Her voice is gentle, her smile offering a delicate consideration for the way her friend must be feeling. “I can tell that you’re not.”

“You needn’t go into it with me if you don’t want to. Just know that I’ll be here if you need me.” With both arms outstretched, Cyrene envelopes Noah in her embrace, with her hand resting in the back of her head. Her fingers caress her hair, offering a place where she can feel cosy.

“How about I read you a story? As I’ve Written has become quite the hit among the people of Amphoreus, you know.”

[mythshire]

⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ··· a collection of soup gone cold and blankets shared, the intimacy of being cared for when you are at your worst. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, soft angst, domestic.

You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.

I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.

You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.

Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.

I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.

You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.

Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.

I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.

You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.

Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.

I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.

Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.

You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.

The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.

Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.

I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.

I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.

Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.

You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.

I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.

You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.

Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.

I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.

You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.

I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.

You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.

I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.

Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.

Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.

I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.

You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.

I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.

You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.

The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.

I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.

You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.

I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.

Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.

You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.

This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.

You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.

I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.

There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.

You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.

I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.

I'm here. I've got you. Just rest. Everything else can wait.

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@epiosirida sent:

❝ um, i was just resting my eyes... you won't tell anybody, right? ❞ // cipher

“If it isn’t Little Hyacine. I didn’t expect to run into you here~” How ironic. The thief had spent the better part of ten minutes looking for the perfect spot to take a nap, and the beloved healer had not only found it, but has been taking full advantage for only Titans know how long. With a smile, her tail swishes, her right hand resting on her hip. “Believe me, nobody will know about this little secret. If everybody knew, this spot will undoubtedly be taken by the other Heirs. We can’t have that, can we?”

Cipher wouldn’t tell the others regardless of the superficial reasoning that passed through her lips. She was aware of just how hard Hyacine worked. Spending countless days and nights in the company of the gravely wounded, comforting people through their deaths, offering her help until the very end. She couldn’t understand how she did it with that gentle smile on her face every day, but she knew that things wouldn’t function quite as smoothly if not for Hyacine.

If not for her, she wouldn’t have healed injuries from dangerous missions. Right. Missions. Totally related to the Flame-Chase Journey. So if she wanted to take a nap in the middle of the day, she wasn’t going to be the one to say anything about it.

“Say, you in need of a partner to nap beside? You could be the first Heir to soak in the sun by my side~”

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@starpaletted sent:

[TXT] : you're not gonna believe this.. [ caelus to sparkle! @starpaletted ]

[ TXT ] : Oh? What’s happened this time, gray hair?

[ TXT ] : Heeeellloooo? Dear me, you take forever to respond.

[ TXT ] : I don’t have all day, gray hair. Respond now or forever be silenced~

[ TXT ] : Threeee…

[ TXT ] : Twwwwoooooo…

[ TXT ] : One. Fine, I guess you don’t really want to tell me. I’m hurt, gray hair. Maybe it’s best we don’t text for a while.

Each text came in one after the other, less than a minute after the Trailblazer had initially text her. Behind the screen, she was giggling, throwing her phone on the bed before jumping on top of it for herself. “Sucker.”

[6aykus]

2p!march 7th i will love u forever 🫶

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@astrxlfinale sent:

PROCEEDS TO SMACK SPARKLE'S ASS.

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"Cosmic forces above have told me this was the one road to our truth. That the true Elation of this Fool would lead to the best kind of future." (Caelus to Sparkle!)

“Did you need to spank my ass to make such a proclamation in the first place?”

Her expression remained deadpan, performative in nature, a fire in her eyes fully prepared to gaslight this man into oblivion. Folding her arms over her chest, her mind would tick, tick, tick away with various means to taunt him. “Gray hair, did you bother to consider the repercussions that could come from such an act? For instance—being cancelled?” Planarcadia. Famously known for its love of technology and spreading of fake news. Both worked in scaring him away during the height of the Phantasmoon Games. He had struggled once before with a ruined reputation thanks to the Bootleg Power Rangers.

“A streamer with a ripe reputation would do the trick in painting the right image, don’t you think?”

[vanillylamine]

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Mwuahahaha. It is time.

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I’m slowly getting there.

A QUICK NOTE TO ALL: if you’ve ever sent me an ask, I WILL be answering it here. I did delete the ones from memes I couldn’t find the original links to (which were about two or three), but every other one, including bingos and crack, will be responded to. Because I’m on mobile, the formatting might be coming out weird. Thank you for taking the time to read this!!

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@sunflamesdice sent:

[TXT]: do you want the honest answer or the nice one? - Veritas

[ TXT ] : Can’t the honest answer be the nice answer?

The genius society members had a strong reputation for having obnoxious attitudes, strange desires and even weirder personalities—all clumped together in a club designed to let them be. It almost reminded Sparkle of high school and the social hierarchy that came with it—only the nerds weren’t ever respected by their peers the same way the society members were downright worshipped in the real world.

Veritas was no exception.

[ TXT ] : You could try to be nicer to me, you know. It breaks my fragile heart that you’d speak to me so coldly~

[ TXT ] : Don’t hold back now. What’s the answer to my question?

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@shrineofprophecy sent:

A cool, black milk bubble tea in a plastic cup was held on top of Sparkle's head. In the meantime, Sparxie took a sip from her own taro bubble tea. Her outfit was more casual, a pink sweater and white pleated skirt with her hair in a singular ponytail that was held together by a pink ribbon.

"If you keep frowning like that, you'll get wrinkles, old model." She placed the drink on the desk before taking a seat right next to it, feet swinging back and forth. "Did you forget how to have fun? You're so angry these days, it's ruining my vibes." Another sip.

"Do you know how jealous people are that you live with me? They'd kill for an opportunity so you better show how happy you are that you're in the one and only Sparxicle's presence every day~"

The last few weeks had been a very rude awakening for Sparkle. When her relationship with Sparxie had flourished, it had been fuelled by her self-loathing and sexual frustration. The longer the two had spent time together, gradually falling into domestic routines and more affectionate intimacy, it made the brunette conclude that her feelings went beyond the threshold she had wanted it to sit at. Every carefully crafted moment turned into a gentle lull that filled her heart with love. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the massive fanbase she has.

Hundreds of thousands of people were hinged on Sparxie’s existence, with thousands crossing para-social thresholds with their love proclamations, telling her to kick out her annoying older model (the nerve) to start her true romantic venture with them. At first, it was funny. At first she could look at those messages and find entertainment in people’s humiliating attempts. But with her heart truly in it, with the messages increasing—it eventually corroded her Elation.

Her chin rests against the wood of the desk, her dull gaze lifting to observe the other’s reactions. Sparxie is beautiful—undeniably so. Long, smooth hair, bejewelled eyes and a smile that remains etched into one’s heart for an eternity—all of it fuelled her frustration. All of it fuelled her anger.

“You call it “ruining your vibes,” but you’re always crawling back to me.” Sparkle contemplated continuing on with her usual tormenting tirade, but she found that her heart had deflated the moment her initial argument was said. That said, she fancied a new approach. “You look beautiful today. You’d look even prettier if you’d admit you’re my girlfriend to the world~” Taking the boba tea cup from the top of her head, she places it on the table, before leaning forward and taking a sip out of Sparxie’s cup.

“You’ll feel liberated once you do so, rabbit~” With that, the Fool places a kiss upon the forehead of her lover, giving her a smile that felt more sincere than previous ones. “Does this smile satisfy you, Miss Sparxicle~?”

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LOCAL ROLEPLAYER UNSUPPORTIVE OF MPREG DURING PRIDE MONTH.

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@theshytigergirl sent:

[TXT]: just saw someone who looked exactly like you. panic ensued. To Sparkle lol

Her eyes had lit up like fireworks upon seeing Noah’s text message, her lips curling into a devious smile as her thumbs begin their work on sending a text message back.

[ TXT ] : Panic? Seems to me you were more excited than anything else, shortbread~

[ TXT ] : Why else report back to me as quickly as you have? Were you hoping for a mysterious encounter, perhaps?

[ TXT ] : We can make that happen. Sit back, relax, and I’ll see you soon~

From the time they’d met each other in a chance encounter, Sparkle found that her days felt a little more grounded. It felt good to have a friend—one she could tease and prod whenever she wanted and still get the responses only a true sadist (such as herself) could possibly wish for. With a sigh, her thumb presses into the side of the phone, forcing the screen to turn off. Now would be the time to terrorise the woman.

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH MY BEAUTIFUL ANGELS! Always remember that you’re seen and loved. No matter how you choose to identify and no matter who you’re attracted to, you’re your own unique person. You deserve to be celebrated! Be proud of yourselves, every single one of you!

I haven’t forgotten about you, beautiful heterosexuals. May you also feel happy this month!