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sin mal honkai star rail counterpart

- acts like hi3 blue seele without all the bronya jiejie business--a kind person. slightly pathetic tho i think she deserves it(affectionate)

- i personally think the outfit version with pants is cooler(read: gender) but i made two versions so either is fine, take your pick

- writes children's stories in the underground...kind of an open secret in the underground that she writes the stories that hook and all of the other children love reading, but the trailblazer only finds out through a tiny adventure quest or through sin mal's character stories (the kids themselves dont know she writes the stories)

- gets along with svarog (manages to happen because she takes no particular side in the underworld-overworld business, but any of that stressful stuff is cast aside after the big quest. they're friends without worry after that)

- gets along with clara. not clara's mother figure because i don't enjoy found family=nuclear family tropes, but clara does see her as a family member

- same age as seele and bronya btw. grew up in the same orphanage as seele. i dont think sin mal would have interacted much with bronya

- anyways seele's voiceline about sin mal says that when they were children sin mal used to be an even worse troublemaker than her(reference to hi3)

- friends with natasha bc they both get along with the kids

- sin mal's relationship with the children is

kids (defending sin mal after mc chose mean dialogue): hey! big sister is a coward, but...!! you can't say mean things about her!!!

sin mal (having mixed emotions to that statement): ah.....thanks........

mc: (looking at sin mal in amusement)

- for some reason sampo is afraid of her, nobody knows why (he accidentally made her cry in public, he's not guilty but he'd rather not have the stress of defending himself from people's stink eyes again) <-- comedically, they are somewhat friends because of this

- combat.....based on her stigmata set in hi3, she uses the imaginary element. that's all i got, but i like to think she's a very good 4* support. either that or a dps

- maybe she uses a fountain pen as a weapon and draws lines of ink in the air....or she uses that ominous-looking halberd in her stigmata set. flip a coin

#sin mal #honkai star rail

okiria

sorry i dont come on here anymore bc of the insane amount of bots but anyways tgis made me laugh i love quizzes that teach me real life skills

ink-splotch

the love between the ocean and the moon if that's too vague? <3 i always love your writing and you are always so great. <3

The moon asked the sun, “What do you know of love?”

“It burns,” said the sun. “It brightens. It is something you make and then give away.”

“Don’t listen to him,” said the clouds. “This big ball of gas doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Yes, I do,” said the sun. “Who but me makes the roses grow?”

“We do,” said the clouds. “Love nourishes, like the rain. We turn the hills green and fill the creeks so they will sing in their creekbeds.”

“Why do you ask?” said the sun.

“I think I might be in love,” said the moon. “I am trying to understand.”

So the moon went and looked at the deserts. They were dry and hot and empty. “See?” said the clouds. But the deserts were still beautiful.

And so the moon went and looked at the creeks in their beds, and they were cool and wet and full. And they were beautiful too.

“What do you think?” the moon asked the sky. “I want to know if I am in love.”

“Ask the earth,” said the sky, and so the moon asked the earth.

“The clouds cover me,” said the earth. “They make me bloom. The sun warms me. Without them I would be cold and dry.”

“You would be ugly without them. That is love?”

“I would be cold and dry,” said the earth, “but not ugly. You are cold and dry, my little one, and you are beautiful.”

“Not like you,” said the moon. “Not like the ocean.”

“No one is like me. No one is like you,” said the earth.

“I feel loveliest when she holds my light,” said the moon.

“Who is it that you love, my child? What kind of love do you wish?”

“Are there different kinds?” the moon asked.

“The sun warms me and pulls me in. The clouds cover me, when they remember. The sky turns every color for me. How do you and yours love?”

“We dance,” said the moon, and they knew she meant the ocean. “I push and she pulls. I rise and set, she rises and ebbs. She pushes, I pull. We go around and around and I watch her tides and I do not think I will ever tire of calling her beautiful. Is that love?”

“It is only your own reflection you see on the ocean’s surface,” scoffed the clouds. “It is like when the sun sets, and calls us beautiful, but it is only his own colors he loves.”

“I love her even when I shine no light,” said the moon. “Maybe I love her most then.”

“You only love her because she follows where you lead,” said the sun.

“It is a dance,” said the moon.

“It is self-centered,” said the clouds. “Bossy. Mean.”

“She is the heart of my orbit,” said the moon. “I will live my life by her until she is gas and I am dust and the universe is cold and dead.”

And the sun and the clouds were quiet and went away, and the stars came out from where they had been listening.

“Is this love?” said the moon.

“You are not asking the right people,” said the stars.

“I have asked the sun, who burns,” said the moon. “I have asked the clouds, who cover. I have asked the sky, who stays forever. I have asked the earth, who made me.”

“But have you asked the ocean, who loves you?” said the stars.

“Oh,” said the moon.

And so the moon went down to the ocean and asked, “Is this love?”

And the ocean said, “Yes.”

kinggizzard

im quitting tumblr

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ok see u tomorrow

kinggizzard

this post is now 10 fucking years old

mephostophilis

hey um i’ve got some bad news. we mulled your boyfriend. he fell in the wine and we mulled him. yeah with the cinnamon sticks.

shubbabang

Shout out to everyone who is just so tired So so exhausted So very very tired so very fatigued so sleepy and tired So

curseworm

i think that every child should have unrestricted access to thick blackberry brambles or some other delicious fruit that grows encased in a painful fortress. i think wading through thorns to reach the cluster of shining ripe berries you spied through a gap between the tangled vines teaches you something important. not sure what though

curseworm

i just know no fruit has ever tasted as sweet as the ones i ate while bleeding under the blistering summer sun

becomingicarus

@crunch-barr do u know what ur tags r doing to me rn. this is the epitome of love

zenwannabe

a dude came into the library stoned out of his mind and was like, “do I need a library card to look at books?” And I said, “to take books home, yes. To look at them, no” and he looked so relieved. bro was staring at a fish encyclopedia for like an hour and then just left.