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¿ASKHSR?

an ask blog – for. . .honkai: star rail!

hello! as stated, this is an ask/rp blog for HSR – brought to you by me: rosen ♪ (pronouns are THEY/THEM ONLY.)

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hi guys

i know im not here on my writing blog often. but likeeeeeeeeeee

if you wanna shoot an ask/rp, feel free~

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i had this idea for aven awhile ago and so your post so imagine aven with a childhood friend reader who somehow also survives and they eventually work at a casino (maybe while wearing colored lenses to hide their identity) and aventurine comes in one day and reader sees his eye color and recognizes him and they figure out a way to might up with him i haven't given it much thought past that idk if you'll like it

reunify.

⋯⁂ summary. after so long apart, this reunion makes his heart skip beats on beats. you're here. but is he?

⋯⁂ charas. aventurine x reader.

⋯⁂ cw. gn reader. all lowercase. tipsy aventurine who is questioning how sane he is. alcohol consumption. casino scene.

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you two made a promise. you two were separated. you were not there that fateful day...

he's always had complex feelings about your sudden disappearance into the sands of your shared homeworld. it still haunts him. his solitary friend as a child, gone in a blink – as if you never existed. sometimes he thinks that it was all a dream, or worse, another nightmare that taunts him.

yet there's still that little inkling of hope settled deep in his tattered, guarded heart.

the night he sees you once more, he's simply in pier point at one of the new casinos uptown. this is his new "home" that he never lives in for too long. home – what a ridiculous concept, right?

at first, he assumes he's going crazy. it couldn't possibly be you, of all people. he's insane. he's insane! (well, everyone else already knows that.)

...but, despite those plain-colored contacts in your eyes, he knows the facial structure of an avgin. or so he likes to believe. then again, what the hell are you working here for? you don't deserve that. you never deserved this.

he struggles to focus on his games. even slot machines feel remarkably more hopeless than usual. not that he really cares for slot machines to start with, but...he's desperate to get this bartender off his mind.

you, you, you—

yup, he's insane. he knows it the minute he's tipsy and cruising his way up to the circular bar in the center of the game room.

"hey." he smirks lopsidedly.

you blink at him, trying to register his sudden, awkward presence.

"hey...?" you greet back, your voice a bit stiff. you always tense up around other avgin. you can't lie to a liar – it takes one to know one.

(and while avgin are stereotyped to be liars, most are not malicious about it by any stretch of the imagination. let's say it's more of a...protective measure.)

his eyes narrow at you, and you can see his vibrant gaze beyond those terribly stupid sunglasses. the ones that hardly hide much of anything if you've got better eyes than a sand puppy.

"are you, perchance," he starts, leaning against the bar with one elbow on top of the polished counter, "...a friend of mine?"

your expression deadpans, flat and unamused...and slightly bewildered. complex, much like his feelings for you.

"uhm..." you mumble, "brown" eyes darting away, "...no." you lie, boldly. you know he's going to catch on.

"hm," he hums, tapping his fingers on the countertop while looking away briefly, he's thinking. a dangerous thing. "i definitely know you," he blurts out, "are you—" he almost says your old name, the one you have since changed – all in the name of survival.

you scramble, putting the clean rag and glass down on the counter before covering his mouth with a hand.

"don't." you whisper harshly, voice warbling with desperation, "this is not the place for...that."

"fine, fine..." he surrenders with a small throw of his hands in the air the moment your hand removes itself, "...although, what's with the contacts?"

what an absolutely idiotic question. leave it to him.

"...are you kidding me right now?" you sigh.

"hah, i was pulling your leg," he lies. you see through it. "i have a proposition."

"pray tell, what is it this time?"

"aww, what do you mean by that? so cruel..."

"...you have become insufferable, vash."

"hey now! no need to call me...that."

"and yet..."

"okay, okay! fine, you win."

"what's my 'prize', then?"

"...a dinner date. we need to catch up, don't you think?" he sighs softly, even his smile softening a little – for you, only for you. "let's not squander this chance."

"a dinner date it is," you finally smile – for him. "keep the glasses off, though. and i...i won't wear the contacts."

"...deal."

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ok so i got

3 Aven requests that i *just* noticed beyond the one at the top. i will try to get to all of them eventually!! pls have patience. i am thje slowest writer Ever

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ok ok ok

i will. do my best to write aven fic request in my askbox

put ur faith in me. thamks

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someone throw aventurine request at me

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guess who has had a severe cough for 6 months

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must write...................... but am i capable.

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i wish i was even remotely interested in Amphoreus but i'm truly disenfranchised with it more than anything

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i'm sort of into it now? but only cuz of one of my fics...

however,

im still stuck in 3.0 story. im very close to being done, at least?

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hi 😗

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Delirium

⋯⁂ Summary: Sleepless nights are ever-consuming. So, what can they do to help you?

⋯⁂ a/n: Repost, get your repost over here! (This was originally posted on my other account (@rosenongrata), that's all lol)

⋯⁂ w.c: 275 (zhongli) — 287 (alhaitham) — 280 (tighnari) — 281 (cyno)

⋯⁂ characters: zhongli, alhaitham, tighnari, cyno.

⋯⁂ cw: sleep-deprived reader, fluff, cuddling, alhaitham being an ass (normal), gn reader.

Zhongli

⋯⁂ Zhongli is the quickest of them all to notice your sluggish movements and slow responses. Is also the quickest to pester you about if you've slept or not. Turns out you haven't—which he already knew—he simply wanted to..."double-check." (Really, he just wants to hear you admit it, he wants you to admit to needing help.)

⋯⁂ He offers many things, fresh tea included. He collects many different teas, sleepytime ones specially reserved for a certain sleepyhead that he frets over all too often. He loves you truly and deeply, but sometimes he swears you'll give him a heart attack one day (even if he's completely incapable of such a feat.) He wants you safe, sound, and content—is that too much to ask for?

⋯⁂ Is not against the idea of taking care of any chores around the house that you were planning on doing today. In fact, he prefers it this way. He wants you to relax as much as you can. Hell, even if you were fully rested, he would still happily do chores for you. He hardly minds these menial tasks—he finds them quite relaxing, actually. It brings him a strange sense of normalcy in his historic heart.

⋯⁂ If you still haven't fallen asleep at the end of the day, he'll rest beside you in bed and pet your head. His hands are soft and warm—not that you mind, of course. He hums old little tunes to you, and at this point, you can't force yourself to stay awake any longer. He can't help the smile that breaks out on his thin lips, and he certainly can't keep them from kissing your cheek, either.

Alhaitham

⋯⁂ Quick enough to notice how odd you're behaving, easily piecing the puzzle together that you haven't been sleeping well enough. But, being the way that Alhaitham is, he lets you try to push through the day as if nothing is wrong. He waits until you nearly collapse to catch you and scold you for pushing yourself far too hard. He does have a stupid smirk on his face the whole time he scolds you, though. It makes his scheme obvious, but he doesn't care.

⋯⁂ If you are not at home when you almost kiss the floor with your face, he'll carry you back to your abode. The first thing he does is tuck you into bed and commands you actually to sleep this time around. But when you whine and make grabby hands at him, the cold exterior around his heart cracks a little. He almost sighs at how cute you look right now, so he stays…for now.

⋯⁂ He'll grab you most things you ask for unless he deems it unnecessary to your journey into a dreamless land. Otherwise, he settles himself on the edge of the bed, thumbing through another one of his wordy books that makes any sane person's head spin. He knows you're glaring at him, but he ignores you. That is, until you whimper again—begging him to cuddle you to sleep. It's alarming how quickly he caves into your little demand.

⋯⁂ You giggle when he tucks himself in next to you, immediately slinging your exhausted arms around his frame. He smiles. A genuine, almost sickeningly-pure smile. He loops one arm around you to pull you closer than ever before, his free hand moving to pet your head with slow and sensitive strokes.

Tighnari

⋯⁂ Immediately demands that you go lay down, even if you had just gotten up out of bed. Tells you he'll stay with you for the day, to ensure you fall asleep. Scolds you for too long about how dangerous the side effects of sleep deprivation are. He cares about you all too much to see you fumble around like an idiot, struggling to do basic tasks.

⋯⁂ Otherwise, he's already picking your brain about what has been keeping you up at night. Too much work? Noisy mind? Simply not tired? He'll do all that he can to craft a good cure for you to aid you in falling asleep. If you attempt to fight back, he can and will sass you mercilessly. He doesn't care to listen to your arguing, he knows he's right and he knows you know that he's stubborn.

⋯⁂ He doesn't mind taking off his ranging for the day. Well, he may complain about it later, but he truly treasures every bit of time spent with you—even if you're half-awake or sick. He does like to take care of you, but he wishes you would be more perceptive about your needs. And if you ever need his help, he's happy to provide it.

⋯⁂ If you ever grow so tired to plea for cuddles, he'll chuckle and ask you a very simple question, "Will you sleep if I give you a good snuggle?" He's a devil in disguise sometimes. But, there's no doubt about it that he does enjoy cuddling you as much as you enjoy cuddling him. His steady breaths and cozy warmth eventually lull you into a peaceful slumber, held close to his chest with protective arms.

Cyno

⋯⁂ Is quite literally already shoving you back into bed and tucking you in. He doesn't need to verbalize his demand, not at all. You pout and he takes none of it. With a fold of his arms, he now verbally commands you to sleep. He may not be the gentlest, but it's still clear as day how much he cares for your well-being.

⋯⁂ He doesn't know medications, cures, or anything of the sort like that very well unless they're patch-ups for battle. Sleep medication? What's that? Oh well, he does his research (by accidentally interrogating others a little too roughly). He does find the perfect medication for you, buying a little too much of it right away before returning to your side.

⋯⁂ Prepares the medication and forces you to take it if you make a complaint about it (if you try to lie about being allergic, he will know, so don't bother). If you do happen to be allergic to any of the ingredients in the medication, he goes back to do even more research. He won't stop until he's certain that you're cozy, comfortable, and sound asleep.

⋯⁂ He quietly thinks up jokes to tell you while you try to sleep again. They're all terrible, by the way, in case you weren't sure. Admittedly, he still finds it awkward to lie in bed by your side, even if you beg for it. He's so used to spending his days and nights alone. He's easing into the idea of it, though, especially when you take a hold of him in your sleep. He chuckles and presses a goodnight kiss to your forehead, letting you hold him for as long as you'd like. 

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ideal.

⋯⁂ summary. your lover's ideal kind of date~

⋯⁂ charas (OCs). ray. (future) salem. morgan. gigi.

ray.

a cultural festival.

they are ever the reclusive introvert, so they damn near require staying at home. should push come to shove with going out, though, they'd like to attend a cultural festival. bonus points if it's where you're from or even currently live. (as long as it's away from pier point.)

despite their soft, disarming customer service persona – they're deeply shy and socially anxious. if you can, please do any talking for them. especially when it comes to ordering any food or treats at vendors. they have a very complicated relationship with food, after all.

keep in mind they like to people-watch, so sitting somewhere relatively empty but nearby is a surefire way of helping them maintain composure. you don't want them to spontaneously combust mentally because they walked around for too long.

besides... you can't go wrong with sitting side by side with them in general. they're quiet, respectful, and it allows their easily fatigued body to rest.

if they don't want to stay too long, though, they probably can't be convinced to stay a while longer. unless... something interesting catches their attention.

salem.

a romantic dinner.

she is an utterly hopeless romantic at her core, as generic as it may be. regardless of her magician persona, she's tender and yearning for a little bit of romance. but only with the right person.

admittedly, she never really saw herself getting to date (or marry) anyone in her shortened lifetime. she's 20, and she can only live to her early 30s due to her death sentence of a heritage. but this dinner with you? it's more than she could ever ask for.

though, she can't quite hide the sad smile she has as you sit, talk, and eat together. she wishes this could last forever and always. with you. but it's not feasible. yet it's too difficult to simply accept, either.

she'll make the most of this. of being with you. she will do everything in her power to make you happy while this lasts. please, forgive her for leaving this life too early.

morgan.

theatre.

she has terribly complicated tastes. she can enjoy one thing for a little while to jumping right into something completely different. but one thing that has always been a favorite? theatre. not movies, but broadways, musicals, operas... it's always a delight.

she doesn't care about genre, although tragedy numbs her. she doesn't care for it, even though it's tolerable to some extent. other than that, she has no preference in genre. anything goes!

you may have figured she'd want to go gambling or something else adrenaline-inducing. (she is kind of an adrenaline junkie, unfortunately.)

but any theatre is the perfect safe space for her. and with you sitting next to her, she freely makes snarky comments on the characters, but never the actors. although, a new trait seems to have developed during this activity with your comforting, secure presence.

she falls asleep. for once. her head will droop slowly, leaning more and more toward you before settling on your shoulder. finally. the pinnacle of her trust and adoration for you.

gigi.

a library.

gigi is...odd, at best. rather dangerous, at worst. but it's not something she can necessarily just stop altogether. but maybe that's why you like her, right? she's eccentric and mysterious. all while being surprisingly...innocent.

she loves to read, though! being she's of the race of star-people (aptly named starlings), she can read and speak any language without much issue. how lucky... she doesn't have to bother with a synesthesia beacon or taking an amber era's worth of language classes!

so, you take her to a library to "eat up" all the knowledge to her heart's content. she's a black hole starling specifically, so you oughta keep an eye on her and the books she picks out... she may literally eat one of them to "consume" all of its information and memories.

instead of letting her eat the books (that you definitely wouldn't be able to pay the replacements for), you write down important notes with her for everything she reads. this is much handier for both of you. also, for once, you get to hear her thoughts on what she's reading.

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I SEE HOW IT IS..................................................... smh

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i gotta finish this bro i literally have 1 character left

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ough. something real shitty happened on sunday. might write a fic for it LOL

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I SEE HOW IT IS..................................................... smh

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ideal.

⋯⁂ summary. your lover's ideal kind of date~

⋯⁂ charas. aventurine. dr ratio. jade. topaz. stelle.

aventurine

staying at home.

he loves staying home – wherever home may be, as long as it's with you. it's far less stressful than feeling like he needs to be constantly performing outside of the house.

games, movies, fancy dinner – hell, even just takeout for dinner works! all he wants is you around. then, the world is quieter. his mind is quieter.

he has to do a lot of talking day in and day out, so when it's nighttime with you around, on a date, he prefers to listen to you. even if all you have to offer is silence. he can't complain too much about some quiet time with you.

with these kind of dates, it's a little easier for him to fall asleep.

dr ratio

the museum.

of course, he's already been to so many museums throughout the cosmos. but, with you, it feels a lot more relaxing and...happifying. plus, he gets to impart his knowledge with you! if it's on your homeworld, then there are bonus points to be had.

he's quietly rambling to you a lot of the time, but his voice is low enough not to disturb other guests at the establishment. he almost sounds enchanted rather than stern – he's just really enjoying this, to share knowledge and history with you.

he's in his element, truly. and you're happy to see him so happy. the smiles he has, the giddy glint in his eyes... you revel in it. you know he's a little irritable, even grumpy, most days. so this is perfect for both of you, even if you're not paying attention that much – mostly because you can't stop staring at his joyful features.

of course, you end up purchasing plenty of little knickknacks at the small gift shop. one time you found a small golden duck pendant, and this is what you gifted to him the next day. he was both flabbergasted and playfully irritated. but, in truth, he adores it to bits.

jade

the boardwalk.

it's a calm enough activity, and she is mostly willing to buy anything that truly catches your eye as you pass by the many shop windows. she thinks it's quite adorable how your eyes will light up when you see something neat that panders to your interests.

you two will come to a slow halt, finding a drink stand to indulge in. she pays for it. and there are times where she silently wonders if you only love her for her money.

but then you do something remarkably stupid and she can't but snicker, almost falling in love all over again. she appreciates your silly moments – it reminds her that not every adult is greedy and devious.

there's you, after all – one in a million. besides, you say thanks to her every time she gets you something. and she can tell how heartfelt your gratitude is. mostly because you try to buy her things that she likes as a surprise. it's never a surprise to her, but she loves you for it all the same.

topaz

the café.

the café. one of Topaz's...many places she visits. she has a certain café in Pier Point that she loves to death. she'll tell you all about it, content with not discussing work or anything related to it for a while.

she's not the wisest when it comes to her own limits since she often goes above and beyond. but you're happy to remind her at any point in time. she might pout, though. she knows you're worried for her well-being in the end, though.

it's hard for her to not talk about work, unfortunately. but you have plenty of things to discuss that are outside of the realm of work, thankfully. and she makes a fantastic and compassionate listener. she has her own comments and remarks to make as you two chat, and she's so mindful about it. she doesn't sugar coat her truth, of course. but she doesn't let it hurt you, either.

she loves the coffee and the chocolate eclairs the most, but she also loves to try whatever you order – no matter how simple or complex it may be. she wants to live a part of your world, your experiences. she wants to always be there in your world – no matter how physically faraway she may be.

stelle

picnic!

a picnic feast? count her in! she loves it. she loves you even more. and now she loves you doubly for taking her out on a picnic. she tries to interact with curious animals, but you have to rein her in before something bad happens. the idea is dumb, she is also dumb, but you love her far too much. this allows her to get away with things at times (much to your dismay).

she's the one who brings the most food. because of course she did. she claims all of it is homemade, by her hands – this is certainly a lie. you'd wager 70% of it is made with her own hands. the rest is bought. but you don't care that much, it's okay to indulge every so often.

she eats far too much junk food, though. you worry. and also wonder how in the hell she manages to live like that. in fact, she eats most of the junk food she bought for the picnic. or maybe this is some sort of secret plan of hers to have you try out her cooking and baking? who knows, truly. you enjoy it all the same – you can tell she put a lot of love and effort into every delightful snack and questionable concoction.

she nearly passes out when done eating – a food coma, maybe. you're content with having her head on your lap, your hands idly brushing through her hair. and then your hand snags in her unruly locks and she wakes up with a dramatic whine. you mentally note to brush her hair later.

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i wish i was even remotely interested in Amphoreus but i'm truly disenfranchised with it more than anything