BirdSpirit's Hollow

HSR useless lesbian writer | Topajade | Feikong | Hertamei Ao3 X Bluesky

[kiyospirit]

Hurro! I'm Birb. I write gay shit for Honkai: Star Rail. I love women.

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Topaz and Jade

Feixiao and Yukong

Herta and Ruan Mei

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Topajade Lore HCs

The daughter of an affluent family, Eve was once a frail, sickly woman confined to bed for most of her waking hours. Her ailment was peculiar, and even the best doctors across the galaxy could not find a cure. Her father and mother begged their contacts at the Intelligentsia Guild to assist them and their daughter, but their pleas fell on deaf ears. After all, there was no profit to be made from rare diseases. An unearthly creature in the form of a snake visited a sickly Eve in the dead of the night. Her skin was pale and her breaths shallow. Her soul hung by the thinnest of threads, savoring its last moments before it fell into the abyssal void of death. The creature offered Eve her one desire: the gift of life. In return, she would be bound to fulfill the desires of others, no matter the cost. Eve accepted.

Oxygen was once a commodity on Jelena’s planet, and her family couldn’t afford it. The best they could do was flimsy masks, and her parents made a difficult choice to ensure their daughter could grow up breathing clean air. Jelena was contracted as a servant for the governor’s household at the age of eight. A year later, her parents died in a devastating industrial accident when a building collapsed. The IPC arrived two years afterwards.

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As long as I am able to draw I will fulfill Topaz's dreams 🫵

[kiyospirit]

Amari Confusion

Angela hummed happily as she rounded the corner, one hand resting casually in the large pocket of her lab coat while the other held a tablet bearing the intricate blueprints of a specific Raptora suit. She flipped through it, cocking her head as she came across certain images. Fareeha had a terrible habit of running headfirst into a situation as soon as someone was in danger and,  well, while Angela herself was glad for the Egyptian's protectiveness, Fareeha could indeed use some help in the self preservation department. Her recent additions to the Raptora would keep a small supply of nanobots in a pocket over Pharah's chest, allowing them to be deployed quickly should the suit's systems pick up any signs of biological distress. While not as effective as her Caduceus staff of course, it would keep Fareeha out of most troubles.

Heels tapped carefully down the stairs as the doctor neared the equipment room, finding the door partially open. She peeked in, both surprised and pleased to find a figure in the center adjusting the Raptora suit. Smirking mischievously, Angel sneaked behind them, wrapping her arms around the unsuspecting figure in one quick motion and causing them to stumble slightly. "I feel as if I always miss you undressing to get into that," she pouted.

There was a sudden casual knock behind her and Fareeha appeared, looking down at a screwdriver. "The propulsion of the right jet felt slightly off during training yesterday, so don't-"

Pharah froze as she glanced upward, witnessing the scene before her. Angela felt her stomach drop. If Fareeha was right there then....she suddenly realized there was a wisp of grey hair poking out of the visor to the side.

Oh, Lord have mercy.

The esteemed doctor's face went as red as the paint on Torbjörn's turrets.

Upstairs, Jack looked up from the newspaper as he heard a shriek that sounded suspiciously like Dr. Ziegler's. Mercy rarely displayed such behavior however, so he merely shrugged and dismissed the noise.