[elpisbloomed]

WELL COME AND WELL MET --

ELPISBLOOMED: an independent, highly selective, private, multifandom multimuse feat. canons & ocs from fire emblem, final fantasy, and persona. loved by eevee / eva, she/her, 27. all graphics commissioned from hyruleshop.

to find the strength to continue, when all strength has left you. to find joy, even as darkness descends… and amidst deepest despair, light everlasting.

HOW LONG YOU'VE WANDERED, BURNED BRIGHT AS A STAR --

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so as mentioned previously about how ophelia, as a living star/embodiment of imaginary, can die from burning herself out -- that's largely tied to how many elements she uses at once. she has the capability to use all seven since the astro/imaginary element's functionality + the blessings of the archons allows her to do so, she just doesn't. she generally sticks to one, at most two (i.e. drawing on both dendro and geo in the aquila arc). copying all seven elements/drawing upon all seven archons' blessings at once guarantees she Will burn. and apart from the end of her teyvat journey, that has only happened one other time (3.7 + vague planarcadia spoilers under the cut).

aside from pyro remembrance that she's primarily utilized following the events of 3.4, ophelia draws upon the remaining six elements in the battle against irontomb. if not resurrected by trailblazer and cyrene, she would've died anyway, whether it be from irontomb itself, or by burning herself into nothing. because of her state of being prior to the resurrection, too, she's physiologically aware of said rebirth. since she returned to hsr's universe, she's always felt that lack of belonging, because in the eyes of the cosmos, she's not meant to be there anymore. physiologically, she suddenly doesn't feel that anymore after amphoreus. and it feels weird! but, her expending so much power against irontomb is also why she's largely passive and absent for pretty much all of 4.0. she's exhausted and dealing with what can only be described as vertigo and phantom pain -- combined with all the attention the astral express get on planarcadia, it's an awful combination so she wants to stay as far away from the limelight as she possibly can. however, she doesn't want to do nothing either, so even if she stays behind in the express with pom-pom, she'll investigate things on her own via internet.

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bear with me on drafts for a bit; i have a few things i've already written during break times that i'll throw into the queue (eta on the dash, first week of august), but hsr has allllll my attention atm

[angelhht]

Snow

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       ❝ ... yes, pain and misery are like shadows. they are a part of you. they follow you wherever you go. you remember them in your dreams, and they are the things you may never forget. but happiness is not the result of their absence either. reaching for it in spite of them... is part of the journey. ❞

[videonoir]

　　𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐝, not having to eye every bit of scenery in an otherwise empty landscape for any signs that the empire could be listening. they likely weren't, too busy with much more exciting prospects than a planet with little natural resources or labor to exploit, but he hadn't been alive this long without being cautious.

　　' ... fine. it couldn't hurt. ' maybe his patience, but he'd survived worse. and his ship wasn't too far away now; he'd only have to hear about the force and how powerful it was for so long.

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       ghost glanced at him again, her expression unreadable aside from the dulled spark of life glinting in her eyes. she understood the wariness, the stiffness in his shoulders. she herself wanted to crawl out of her skin. it placed an even bigger target upon the newly formed coordinated rebellion.

       ❝ ... for what it's worth, i'm sorry about this, ❞ not that apologies meant much in their tyrannical world. the bounty hunter kept her gaze trained on the ship ahead. ❝ i didn't want to put an escort at risk, but it's also a risk they didn't want to take. ❞

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thinking about crux's speech development and how he goes from monotone, mechanical, speaking in more robot-like language like "i am functioning within normal parameters", to in amphoreus and planarcadia having his own personality, using contractions in his vocabulary, and even picking up slang from march 7th and the people he's met while trailblazing

[bloodycharge]

                — THAT KID IS NEVER COMING BACK.

( c. )

[typewriter-worries]

All About Love, bell hooks | Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken

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@epiosirida... Seen here is 1 Little Ica crawling onto Ophelia’s lap and making himself extra comfy for a nap. It’s fine right? You don’t mind? You can even pet him while he’s here!

       ophelia couldn't help a soft oh...! of surprise at the little memosprite's appearance. if he was here, hyacine can't be too far away. lips curled into a smile; he was adorable. she had nowhere to be yet, so she was content to let ica enjoy his nap.

       ❝ hello there, little ica, ❞ amusement lined her words. she paused for a moment's ponder before oh so gently petting his cotton-candy mane, with the extra offering of a careful scritch. her hand came to rest on his flank to make sure he didn't fall off in his sleep.

       ❝ i hope this is comfortable. you can stay as long as you like. ❞

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@asinglespark... you've got this. and if you don't, we've got this. || celes @ yvonne <3

       oh dear, did he notice how distracted she was? the discussion with jacinthe's hologram, which caused her to arrive at wild zone 12 later than the others, left her uneasy and off-kilter. she thought her mask was flawless, nary a crack to be seen. perhaps he was paying closer attention since she revealed the extent of jacinthe's attempts to recruit her?

       yvonne never meant to worry him, or the rest of their friends. deep down, shame ate away at her insides from the knowledge that her problems affected them. it's not dignified, the world she came from had long declared. it's not appropriate around company.

       ( and célestin... oh célestin, her oldest and dearest friend, she's already done enough damage by falling silent throughout those five years. she couldn't bear to add more, not when he most needs friendship, support, and security. )

       on impulse, she reached out and squeezed his hand gratefully, for it was all she could do. ❝ but of course, mon ami -- together, there is nothing we can't achieve~ ❞

       just keep focused on the goal. there's a poor pokemon that needs their help. whatever jacinthe has in mind, whatever yvonne's own feelings may be, both can wait until this is all over.

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since enough of crux's body is robotic/machine, it's possible to connect him directly to computers or other technology through a hidden panel on the nape of his neck that's the center of his cybernetic implants. theoretically, he could download information directly to his brain, or, in case of emergencies, brute force locked mechanisms when finding another workaround would take too much time ( if all else fails: break it down with his bat ). the panel on his nape is also how, when connected to an appropriate device, people ( primarily welt since his background makes him the best candidate ) can check on the condition of his cybernetics like running a deep level hardware scan.

[preservedcucumbers]

Here here now, don’t cry, you raised your hand for the assignment Tuck those ribbons under your helmet, be a good soldier

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what does your heart look like?

broken, missing pieces that once were there

your heart has been torn before, chipped and maybe even shattered. some pieces will never be recovered, and you are shaped by the loss. but it can still be shaped into something tangible, something good, even with its flaws and imperfections. you don’t have to do all the work of rebuilding by yourself. allow other hands to leave their fingerprints on the new heart you create from the remnants.

tagged by: @katakaios! ty! <3 tagging: you

[katakaios]

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" i always seem to find you lost in thought, " a gentle murmur a few paces behind. phainon's stance is noninstrusive; enough space for her not to feel claustrophic by either gesture or words. hands briefly raised with palms upwards as if to assure her that he's the same friendly face. the same warm-hearted deliverer grateful for her assistance since arrival in amphoreus.

furrowed brows follow despite the gentle smile remaining on his face. faint, with traces of concern, but stalwart. " is...there anything bothering you, ophelia? you've done so much for me and the others."

a pause, a shift of a boot. "....it seems wrong for me to be unable to help you in return. i know the others would think the same. "

quietly does he step forward, finding a place to seat himself at a respectful pace between and beyond her.

" i'd like to help. i don't mean to crowd you, forgive me, if i have. but i can't ignore a comrade who shouldn't bear all her troubles alone. " perhaps he isn't the best spokesperson for not bearing things alone, but his palms, and heart, remain open regardless.

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       the wandering star couldn't help how her shoulders jumped at his voice; so lost in the depths of what remained of her personal garden of recollection that she didn't pay as much attention to her surroundings. though, her features softened, a light exhale when she realized it was only phainon. the deliverer's heart of gold made her lips curl into a small, fatigued smile. he's always looked after the nameless since their arrival on amphoreus, just as fiercely as he did the other chrysos heirs. it was so easy to find a stalwart comrade in him, and she's grateful they have friends to count on.

       ( friends are so, so precious for the trials ahead. the false sky is isolating and oppressive, sealing you away from all you knew, taking away what you loved, and leaving only the emptiness that never fully refills. )

       in the light of the dawn device, citrine fractals are brought out in ophelia's galactic eyes. there is uncertainty in their depths, an aching void she can't hide, the shredded scraps of dread, and, above all, a familiar mourning cloak ( an old friend. )

       ❝ you haven't, ❞ she assured him, ❝ i'm sorry if my absence raised alarms, i -- was trying to remember something, and i thought somewhere quiet would help. ❞ ophelia worried her lower lip, as she pondered how much she should reveal. how much she should burden him with. a comrade who shouldn't bear her troubles alone... a familiar sentiment, and a reminder.

       ❝ it's just that... ❞ she loosely folded her arms, palms cradling her elbows. the nameless swallowed back the lump in her throat, ❝ ever since i saw the effects of the black tide, i can't stop thinking about how familiar it is. but -- the more i try to remember, the harder it is. if we could contact the express, welt could find everything we need in my journals... ❞ but they can't. wishing for more help from beyond the sky wouldn't help. this, she knows too well.

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@mayonakako... don't you love early morning markets? || and @ mayuyu :3c

       ❝ can't say i've been to one since moving to tokyo. ❞ the supermarket near leblanc was good enough, and convenient. buying groceries for the cafe was one of the first things she did to make herself useful as repayment for boss giving her a place to stay. back in her hometown, she always accompanied her mom to help carry groceries and learn how to haggle at the same time.

       ( she always started to complain when she was younger, mayuki recalls, before being silenced with a patented parent look. the older she got, the quieter her protests. )

       the newest wild card said nothing of the memories that came to mind, however, only pulled out the list sojiro wrote up for her. ❝ anyway, boss wanted me to grab some things for him while we're here. what's the plan here? stick together or divide and conquer? ❞

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smth i got reminded of during plotting, though crux has raccoon-like tendencies, it's mainly for collecting broken and generally discarded objects, which he resonates with because of his abandonment issues after being Left on the space station with no memories and a stellaron. think tinkerbell's fascination with lost things in the fairies movie, and that's how crux kind of is with thrown out objects. he will still dive into trash cans to try and find stuff if he wants to, but he tries to repair any items he finds! he'll use spare parts to repair broken toys, music boxes, etc. he'll get pom-pom's help to learn how to sew and safely wash fabric so he can patch up cloth dolls that got thrown away for their damage. in general, crux absentmindedly tinkers with things as a pastime, and sees repairing objects that are thrown away as a kind of self-healing at the same time, since he too felt discarded once.