So, for my own edification and to help me keep shit straight, it's the 'fics in planning' list
- his eyes were full of starlight (chapter 9 published, chapter 10 in the works)
- the 'Sunday gentle doms Welt into accepting care' smutfic (started)
- the Bottom Sunday Bang fic
- 5+1 of the Astral Express crew giving Sunday the shovel talk (and the one talk Welt got)
- 5+1 of all the times Welt asked someone to stay the night (and the one time someone did)
- the epistolary of letters Welt writes to his family back on Earth
- more sunwelt/weltday smut
- sunwelt first date (in which the formal dress code literally means wearing a formal dress)
- the obligatory sickfic
- the A/B/O in which HI3 has omegaverse but HSR does NOT, and the fuckery Welt goes through being an omega in a world where alphas don't exist (or better, he alternates between alpha and omega because fucking Herrscher core shenanigans)
- the several post-longfic sequels
- Welt Joyce and baby Joachim bonding
- and whatever other nonsense pops into my head lol
God, I hope so! I'm trying to keep at least 300 pulls in reserve for Welt SP and Void Archives when they eventually come, though I may have to dip into them for Himeko SP depending on how she looks on release. But also I will whale for Welt SP and Void Archives (and Sunday SP when he comes along) if I have to lol.
Are you still alive? You haven't raved about Welt in a while.
LMAO I'm alive, I swear. I had surgery Tuesday for the kidney stone (it ended up being just under a centimeter, which for a kidney stone is HUGE), and the recovery is kicking my ass, haha.
That, and 4.3 was disappointing in terms of Welt content! I do think there's something interesting being quietly built about him (him not only using his Herrscher powers to make plumes for Yaoguang, but also him using the Star of Eden to create fucking wormholes). His abilities are being very subtly expounded upon, which makes me hopeful something will happen with him.
... but also I fully expect him and Dan Heng being pitched into the nether will be an excuse to bench them next patch, so. I'm hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
sorry but there aren't NEARLY enough raiden ryoma + siegfried kaslana + welt yang buddy fics. these three are canonically (to me) all besties and no one ever DOES anything with this??? where are my road trip fics, where welt has to make them both sit in the backseat so they can't fight over who gets shotgun. or them going out for drinks and ending up in a bar fight, because of course they do. or them having weekly get-togethers where they talk about parenting and share embarrassing stories about their kids.
If Welt ever gets an SP or goes all out, it's going to be a sign of how deeply in trouble the Astral Express Crew is. Narratively speaking it would mean we've reached a point where the entire status quo of the Honkai Starrail Universe is about to change. No Cosmic Alliance coming to their aid, no Power-ups for the TB and Himeko about to die. Sacrifices need to be made and Welt is the only one able. Mind you if we look at the first Trailblaze Mission he's currently holding back and acting more supportive so that the younger Members of the Astral Express Crew can shine. He's kind of a safety net. The Decision would probably coincide with him talking about his past. But damn i want a dedicated arc for him in HSR.
Because I love you all, have a brief drabble on what I think a weltday honeymoon might be like:
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The soft chirp of birds roused him from his sleep.
Sunday buried his face back into the warm body beside him with a groan, unwilling to let reality break into the sweet dream he was cradled in now. Not when his world was so perfect: silk sheets draped over their bare hips; soft feather pillows beneath his head; sunlight glinting off his halo to cast rainbow prisms all around; the gentle ache of fingerprint bruises on his hips; and most importantly, the man sleeping beside him, arms draped over Sunday and holding him close with an aching kind of tenderness.
But the circle of gold upon his finger reminded him- this wasn't a dream.
Stifling a yawn, Sunday cracked open his eyes. It was so very rare to see Joachim sleeping so peacefully. The sunlight painted itself gently over his face, over the contented little smile that played over his lips, the fine crinkles at the corners of his eyes, high cheekbones and wildly tousled auburn hair streaked with silver. Rainbows danced across the hollow of his throat, down along lean muscle and vicious scars. He tugged his arm loose and stroked his fingers along his cheek, relishing in the contrast of smooth skin and raspy stubble.
"Mn?" Joachim tilted his head to kiss the tips of his fingers. His eyes cracked open just a sliver, enough to reveal the glow of his whiskey-soaked irises. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, closing his eyes again and snuggling in tighter.
"Joachim," he chuckled, and pressed a kiss to the scars along his shoulder. He hummed and nuzzled into the pillows. "It's almost noon."
He made a disgruntled noise at that. "Come on." Sunday let his hand trail down over his broad chest and lower still, below the sheets. "You're not going to leave your husband wanting, are you?"
That made his eyes snap open. His gaze cast around the suite, white brocade walls and golden accents down across the blue silk bedding and, finally, lingering over Sunday's face. He cupped his jaw in his hand, caressing along Sunday's wing. The sunlight glinted off the wedding band now ensconced on his finger. "...It wasn't a dream," Joachim whispered, his eyes shimmering with sudden tears.
Words alone weren't enough when he got like this. Sunday leaned in and kissed him. Gentle, just the press of lips to lips, before Joachim drew a shaky breath and leaned into it like a man drowning, every desperate kiss another breath against the ocean. And if those kisses turned damp and salty, neither of them mentioned it.
"You're not disappointed, are you?" Sunday teased when they broke apart.
"God, no." And there was the smile he'd fallen in love with, small and gentle and oh so real. Joachim pressed butterfly kisses to his eyes, his nose, lingering again on his lips. His eyes glowed honey-gold in the sunlight. "I'm just not used to dreams coming true."
Where is the fic update. U wrre late last time too and it's super rude to keep people waiting wtf
I'm not even sure where to begin here. But here's a hint:
Kidney stones suck!
I have a 7mm kidney stone stuck in me and the pain is so severe I spent an entire day in the ER sobbing and puking and wishing I was comatose. I'm off work for at least a month because I cannot think while stoned on Vicodin (which, btw, only makes the pain semi-bearable). I've spent the past week either napping or curled up in a fetal ball with a heating pad and a barf bucket.
I want to write. I have the next few chapters plotted out in my head and I'm so excited for a few of the scenes. I cannot focus enough to do them. Writing this is taking every bit of focus I have, and I'm in a rare lull in pain levels.
I appreciate that you're reading the story and that you're excited, but dude- I am not a content-generating machine. Chill the fuck out.
