#because I feel like it

[msviolacea]

Honkai Star Rail questions

I spent all night last night catching up on events in Honkai Star Rail, and somehow I ended up thinking about whether I'd seen any posts like this one. I couldn't remember any, so I decided to make my own. Hopefully it will be fun for someone as we now test out our free Dr. Ratios and wait for 2.0 to arrive!

This is not a tagging sort of meme - if you play HSR and are in the mood, answer these! Feel free to explain or not explain as you see fit. Bonus points for including screenshots/pictures/art/whatever - not required, but no one ever argued with some pretty.

Note that I'm keeping this one positive, because my mood is "yay this is a fun game I'm happy it's here" and that's the general vibe I want to put out into the world!

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Stelle or Caelus? (i.e., which default do you use, regardless of what you named them?): 

First 5* Character:

Favorite 5* Character (Story/General Characterization):

Favorite 5* Character (Combat/Play Style):

Favorite 4* Character (Story/General Characterization):

Favorite 4* Character (Combat/Play Style):

Existing character you haven't pulled yet but want:

Favorite 1.0 Zone (Location) - Herta Space Station, Belobog, or Xianzhou Luofu: 

Favorite 1.0 Zone (Story):

Favorite Character-Specific Quest:

Character who doesn't have a quest yet, but should:

Favorite Event:

Favorite path to choose in Simulated Universe: 

Favorite boss fight (design, combat, story relevance, whatever strikes you most): 

Favorite Aeon:

Favorite non-playable NPC:

Favorite non-romantic relationship (friends, enemies, complicated, whatever):

Favorite ship (if any - canon is irrelevant here, btw, this is all vibes): 

Plot thread you're most looking forward to seeing in the future: 

Bonus question: any other (generally positive) thought, theory, or headcanon that you've been dying to talk about, but haven't had the excuse to mention before:

#honkai star rail #honkai: star rail #hsr #star rail #i'll answer my own questions when i have time to grab some screenshots #because i feel like it #but don't feel obligated for real! #just answer if it seems like fun! #that's all i'm looking for! #i just want to share some hsr love

[teecupangel]

What if we take the fact that Desmond gets an eevee in all of the Pokémon aus and combine it with the Desmond gets turned into an animal subgenre into Desmond gets sent into the past as an eevee and disregarding the need for evolutionary stones and just going off of the lore of eevee evolving to suit their habitat what eeveelution each protag would end up with

…………………

Nonny.

There’s only one true answer to this…

And it is: SYLVEON!!!

There’s no way in hell that Desmond as an Eevee would not evolve into a Sylveon. No matter which protagonist it is, Desmond would definitely become their loyal and closest friend, especially if it’s one of Desmond’s ancestors!

Sylveon!Desmond is inevitable!

Sylveon!Desmond is canon!

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…

But because it’s fun to think about other possibilities, here’s what I think Desmond would evolve into for each protagonist IF AND ONLY IF Sylveon is not available:

Altaïr: Jolteon, mainly because Jolteon is the fastest of the Eeveelutions and Desmond would want to keep up with Altaïr. Also, Jolteon’s electric moves, especially Thunder Wave that paralyzes opponents, would be something Altaïr would prefer to have as it could be used in combat and utility (With a Jolteon!Desmond, Altaïr could honestly speed up technological advancement to OP levels)

Ezio: Vaporeon, mostly because of Venice and Rome having large bodies of water that a Vaporeon could take advantage of. Not only that but Desmond would definitely go for a water type evolution on the slim chance he could save Monteriggioni by dousing the fires that would erupt from Cesare’s attack.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: Probably Leafeon to be honest due to the abundance of forest that Ratonhnhaké:ton would travel to. If I was being mean, I would pick Flareon as a reference to the burning of his village and how that tragedy shaped Ratonhnhaké:ton. (Doubly-mean would be Desmond actually evolving during the burning of his village and he’d be a constant reminder of that day and Ratonhnhaké:ton’s mother’s death)

(BONUS) Haytham: I wanna give him Vaporeon and that’s because Desmond had already evolved when he was with Edward and he’s staying with Haytham because he cares for the Kenway family. If Desmond is an Eevee when Haytham finds him, he’d probably evolve to an Umbreon instead, maybe?

Edward: Vaporeon, hands down. The whole sailing thing is the main reason why.

Shay: Glaceon because of how Shay’s Morrigan traveled to icy locations.

Arno: Espeon because of Arno’s strange almost psychic capabilities to see the memories of the people he kills. Espeon was also picked because that big red jewel on the forehead would be a symbol of the nobility that Arno is part of and surrounded when he was growing up.

Jacob and Evie: Flareon for both the industrial setup of London that focuses on fire and heat. Also, Flareon shows how many of Jacob and Evie’s missions usually ends in an explosive manner (usually metaphorically but can also be literal).

Bayek: I kinda wanna say Leafeon because there are a lot of luscious greenery in Egypt as well but probably Umbreon as a reference to the mystery that Bayek is trying to uncover and also as a reference to how his ‘memory corridor’ is always shrouded in darkness.

Kassandra: Espeon because of the weird demi-god stuff Kassandra can do is more or less sorta connected to Espeon’s psychic capabilities. Both cannot be explained as human feats.

Eivor: Glaceon because of Norway and as a reference to where Yggdrassil can be found.

As for the other Pokemon AU…

Here’s the Detective Pikachu AU where Desmond gets transported into that world.

Here's our ideas with what Pokemons AC protagonists (bonus: Desmond's sun-themed Pokemon party) and the Isus should have (bonus: Bayek's must have Pokemon XD)

#pokemon au #desmond as an eevee #my real answer is still #DESMOND WILL EVOLVE INTO SYLVEON REGARDLESS ON WHO HIS ‘TRAINER’ IS #I mean #come on #it’s desmond #look i’m not adding basim #until ac mirage is released XD #because i feel like it #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: pokemon #fic idea: crossover

[adventure-showdown]

some stats, how many TV stories for each Doctor are still in

1st Doctor: 5/29

2nd Doctor: 3/21

3rd Doctor: 8/24

4th Doctor: 6/42

5th Doctor: 4/20

6th Doctor: 1/12

7th Doctor: 5/12 (could increase by up to three)

8th Doctor: TV Movie is gone :(

9th Doctor: 5/10

10th Doctor: 10/42

11th Doctor: 1/39

12th Doctor: 13/35

13th Doctor: 2/30

#im doing this now #because i feel like it #maybe i should have waited till the tv rounds finished #but i felt like it #3 is doing well #a full third still left #most are a 5th to a 7th #7 is absolutely rocking it #could end up with as many as 2/3 of his stories in round 4 #9 has a full half #almost a quarter for 10 #11 has had a time of it

[i-am-cesear]

TGCF Spoilers

....Did The Rain Master bring Xie Lian ingrediants so he can prepare a really shitty dinner to Jun Wu and poison him?????????

#tgcf #xie lian #jun wu #lord rain master #because i feel like it #it would be soooo funny #if jun wu get poisoned #because he ate xie lians food #only huahua can consume them

[elorrabean]

#thomas barrow #downton abbey #text post memes #because i feel like it

[machinegodiswatching]

u ever go fucking insane with the need to draw Epic Robot Yuri. cause sometimes i do. also helmetless Remiel cause fufnny

#i LIVE on epic robot yuri #suggestive #nudity #ultrakill #ultrakill fanart #mindflayer #mindflayer ultrakill #ultrakill mindflayer #digital art #also gonna tag this as just #robot yuri #because i feel like it #mine

[junksterrr]

Just a shitload of IDLES hugs. (Pics 1, 2, 3)

#because i feel like it #and it's sunday #IDLES #IDLES band

[commander-yinello]

Found some screenshots of Quil! I do love them and Gale together, Gale reminding them it's okay to like pink and teaches them a new word every day, while Quil steals magic items for his orb (he stopped asking after the tenth one).

#today is selfcare day #in that I was post screenshots of my tav/durges today #because I feel like it #bg3 #gale dekarios #quil squigglebit #sleightofweave #love the height difference of gnome and human xD

[theduckeminence]

Honestly screw it: lets have all the old/middle age men be in a polycule.

#because i feel like it #atla #avatar the last airbender #chief hakoda #bato #jee atla #jeong jeong #pakku #bumi #piandao #iroh #king bumi #master pakku #hakoda #chit sang #and many more

[izayoichan]

Pick your comfort couple & choose songs for them:

How Hayden feels about Vy: I Like Me Better - Lauv  (Boyce Avenue ft. Emma Heesters acoustic cover) How Vy feels about Hayden: Tommee Profitt - With You Til The End (feat. Sam Tinnesz) How they feel about each other: Hero - Enrique Iglesias (Boyce Avenue ft. Mariana Nolasco acoustic cover)

#the ward legacy #simblr #sims screenshots #ts4 story #ts4 alpha #ts4 #alphasims #alphacc #Hayden Ward #Yvreon Ward #like I said #I would do some more #because I feel like it #and well I love having music to my couples #they are eachothers hero #they both keep the other here #and in the here and now #they have grown a lot from where they started #and I love them a lot

[notfederationpropaganda]

#qsmp #qsmp federation #propaganda #because I feel like it

[a-cypress-tree-draws]

#Gonna post this one without any text description #because i feel like it #digital drawing #digital art #pathfinder #ttrpg #character drawing #curse of strahd #Countess Lovinia #lovinia #vampire #coffin #clothing practice

[therantingsage]

Legendary designs I've made recently

#Me focusing on plot 1 million years ahead of current stuff #Because I feel like it #Still need to make a few Rayquaza designs #Like in stages #The top four legends here are litttle kids #But the mythicals are adults here #So I need a baby Rayquaza and adult design #Pokemon #Kyogre #Groudon #Ho-oh #Lugia #Manaphy #Jirachi #Doodles

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

Battles Unfought, Battles Lost

G, 2704 words

Warnings: Referenced character death

On Ao3

 F.A. 423

As the last lord left the hall, Maedhros looked forlornly at the door but stayed seated in his chair. Arguing with Fingolfin and Fingon was surprisingly even more exhausting than arguing with his brothers. He had considered following the others out and forcing Fingolfin to ask him to stay but eventually had decided against it. There was no need to be petty, no need to pretend he did not understand the discussion was not over yet.

Fingon, of course, also stayed. Maedhros did not look at him but knew he was in a dark mood – he had looked more and more unhappy during the council and had kept arguing Maedhros’s points, his voice only rising.

He was irate enough to speak before Fingolfin would have a chance to say anything.

“If you were going to undermine our plans,” he said, stressing every word the way he did when he was trying to keep his anger at bay, “you could have had the courtesy of letting us know beforehand. In your letters, you refused to discuss it, claiming you wished to do so face to face, and now this is what you do? What are we supposed to make of it, Lord Maedhros?”

Maedhros had indeed avoided the matter in his correspondence with Fingon knowing perfectly well that he would be hounded by countless letters pleading, insisting, and threatening that he changed his mind. When Fingon was convinced he was right, no one could stop him from making it known. But Maedhros wasn’t going to say it.

“In my letters to the King, I have more than once stated my intentions,” he said instead. “He was aware I am not in favor of the plan.”

“Why didn’t I know that?”

“Perhaps you should ask your father.”

“I am asking both of you!”

“This is not the time for jealousy and trivial squabbles,” Fingolfin said finally. “We are deciding the fate of our people. Maedhros, I urge you to think carefully.”

As if Maedhros had not spent decades pondering it! As if he had not given every reason for his objection! Only for Fingolfin to disregard it all and bring it up during the council. Had he been hoping Maedhros would not deny him publicly? If so, it was such a feeble tactic that Maedhros could not even bring himself to be irritated. Or perhaps he had thought that Maedhros could not withstand Fingon’s righteous fury, especially when Maedhros’s position had come as a surprise to him. That was a smarter move, but still, one that was destined to fail.

“I am afraid I have to repeat myself,” he said courteously. “We are in no position to assault Angband.”

“We have never been stronger,” Fingolfin argued. “If Doriath joins us, we shall have every chance of succeeding.”

“It matters little whether Doriath joins us or not,” Maedhros said. “We are no match for the might of Angband.” He ignored the indignant gasps from both Fingolfin and Fingon. “With all due respect, my King, you have not been there. You have not seen it from the inside. You do not know his power, the strength of his malice. You have not seen his forges – always hot, always burning, the furnaces endlessly smoking. You have not fought the creatures breeding in the pits, devouring the weak, engorging themselves with the flesh of our kin. You have no idea of the brilliance and evil of the minds working without rest, testing new ways to hurt, conquer and destroy. You know nothing of it.”

No one spoke. Maedhros rolled his shoulders to hide a shudder. He knew he had said too much. He saw the shadow his words had cast. He wondered not for the first time if the darkness he spread came from knowledge or if it was the Enemy speaking through him, still sowing discord among the Noldor. But if he gave in to that thought, he would be destroyed. He had to trust that his mind was his own.

Fingolfin was the first to recover after moments of silence. He put his hand on Maedhros’s arm and tilted his head. For a moment, he looked so like his half-brother that Maedhros first wanted to recoil and then lean forward. He did neither.

“I understand your caution, nephew,” Fingolfin said. “But I have faith in the might of the Eldar. So should you.”

“Unfortunately, that is not an order that I can follow.”

Fingolfin pulled his hand back. “One would think you would be the first in line to attack Angband,” he said. “You and your brothers have sworn a dreadful oath to retrieve your father’s treasures.”

Maedhros suppressed a smile. He had been wondering if the Oath would come into play. His uncle usually avoided mentioning anything concerning Fëanor, which Maedhros appreciated, but it seemed like Fingolfin was truly despairing.

“There will be no one to fulfill the Oath if we are all dead,” he answered.

“What is your intention then?” Fingon cried. “What is your end goal? How long are we going to sit in our halls doing nothing?”

“My intention is to live to see tomorrow and wait for a better chance to regain the Silmarils.”

“What if a better chance never comes!”

“We are truly doomed then.”

“Coward.”

Quiet and furious, the word seemed alien coming from Fingon and hurt worse than a red-hot iron. Maedhros could not deny it to himself, but he would rather die than show it.

“Think of me however you like,” he said slowly. “At least I shall not be the one who leads his people to certain death. If that makes me a coward, so be it.”

“Choose your words carefully, Maedhros,” Fingolfin said gravely.

“I apologize for any offense,” Maedhros said. “I understand the urge to unite all the free peoples for a mighty blow to the Enemy. But I tell you, Uncle, you will regret it if you move now. I shall not be responsible for the demise of our High King or Crown Prince. What if Findekáno falls, Uncle, in a battle we are bound to lose? Are you prepared for that? I am not.”

He did not flinch when Fingon slammed his fist down on the table.

“I am right here!” he cried. “Which you would notice if you dared look at me!”

It was harder than he had thought to raise his head and meet Fingon’s eyes, bright in his wrath. It was even harder to continue refusing him. Fingolfin knew what he was doing.

“You understand very well that assaulting Angband is reckless and has little chance of success,” Maedhros said. “We cannot base our plans on hope alone.”

“If I agreed with that, you would not be sitting here right now,” Fingon said.

Maedhros had not been expecting it. Fingon had to be beyond furious to bring it up. Angering him wasn’t an easy feat, but Maedhros excelled in it. There were ways to react to his wrath, but none would work for this case.

Sometimes Maedhros answered in kind, so their argument grew and often turned into something Fingolfin did not need to see. If Maedhros was too tired to argue back, he let Fingon rant until he exhausted himself and went away still angry. If they were in Himring, Fingon would leave without saying goodbye, and they would not speak until the subject of the quarrel was forgotten. If the fight was particularly bad, Maedhros would sit down to write an apology letter as soon as Fingon left. It usually reached Fingon at the same time Fingon’s own apology was delivered to Maedhros.

But in all this time, Fingon had not brought up his courageous rescue of his wretched cousin in an argument.

“I know that,” Maedhros said in answer. “I know what I owe you. And you know that I would give you almost anything you asked for. I would give you my life if you wanted it, and it still would not be enough to repay you.”

“I want you to support us in this,” Fingon said.

“That I cannot do.”

“All right,” Fingon said, clenching his trembling fists. “Go hide in your fortress! We will do without you and your forces! We have no need of you!”

“Alas, it is not so,” Fingolfin said. “We need every last warrior on the battlefield if we are to have any chance of victory.”

“Then I shall go by myself!” Fingon said. “I shall find a way into Angband and slay the Enemy in his halls!” He turned his withering gaze to Maedhros. “I shall bring you the jewels and throw them to your face.”

“You will die a glorious but purposeless death,” Maedhros said coldly. “Not the best decision for one who may be king.”

“I will not take kingship lessons from someone who spent most of his reign hanging from a cliff.”

“Findekáno!” Fingolfin scolded him.

“Prince Fingon is right,” Maedhros said. “I am the one who is mistaken. Dying a glorious but purposeless death must be a requirement for the High Kings of the Noldor. Another reason why I would not make a good king.”

“You forget yourself, Lord Maedhros,” Fingolfin said sternly. “Need I remind you that you speak not only of my son and I but also of your father and mine?”

“Forgive me, King,” Maedhros said. “I—”

He was too weary to make excuses. He didn’t understand what he was still doing here. He had made his position more than clear. Did Fingolfin intend to pressure all the lords who had refused him or were still uncertain?

Perhaps Maedhros had to end the discussion himself. He could not bear more of it. The dull ache in the back of his head had turned into a pounding. His neck was stiff with tension, and the pain had begun spreading to his right shoulder. He thought with longing of the hot bath and the comfortable bed that would be waiting for him.

“I believe we have all spoken our piece,” he said. “Unless you wish to discuss the Crown Prince’s desire to challenge the Enemy alone.”

“No one will challenge the Enemy alone,” Fingolfin said wearily.

“Then perhaps it would be wise to have a short rest before tonight’s feast.”

Not that he would or could participate in the feast, but he would deal with that later.

Fingolfin and Fingon looked at each other and then at Maedhros, who tried not to wince at the sharp pain in his temples.

“Would the mighty lord of Himring,” Fingolfin started, and Maedhros barely held back a groan, “and his daring brothers sit safely in their keeps as all the other lords of the Noldor, all the free peoples of Beleriand stand against the Enemy they are sworn to fight?”

“The King is rather hopeful,” Maedhros said. “I was under the impression that not all the lords of the Noldor wish to fight. Even the King’s second son has not made his intentions and even his whereabouts known.”

“My brother is no concern of yours!” Fingon said. “He will come!”

“Oh, so you do have news of him.”

“I said it is no concern of yours!”

He sounded almost as belligerrent as he had back in Valinor when the tension between their fathers had reached its height. No wonder he had unintentionally put power in his words. Had Maedhros been standing, he would stagger. Perhaps it was quite deliberate. Did Fingon not mind that his father used him as a weapon, an effective one too?

“Everyone else who is still doubtful will take heart if you join us,” Fingolfin said. “Even knowing this, will you not fight?”

How could he make them understand? How many ways did he have to find to refuse him?

“I will not,” he said.

“Even if your king commands you?”

“Even then.”

“Words of a traitor,” Fingon spat.

“Findekáno!” Fingolfin admonished.

The edge of the table dug painfully into Maedhros’s palm.

“There is a limit to how many insults I can take, Prince,” he said. “I suggest we do not find out where that limit is.”

“Findekáno, apologize to your cousin,” Fingolfin said.

Chastising Fingon like a child was not the best approach in this case, but Maedhros wasn’t about to give fatherhood lessons to Fingolfin.

“I apologize,” Fingon said, not even pretending to sound like he meant it.

He would later, Maedhros knew, he would when he had the time to calm down and think. Or rather, Maedhros hoped he would. He wasn’t sure any longer. This argument could be what broke their bond irreparably. After all, Fingon had cut all ties with him once already, when Maedhros had taken his father's side against his uncle. An uncharitable thought perhaps, but Maedhros’s pain and anger left no place for fairness.

“I suppose it is time to end this,” Fingolfin said.

“Not yet!” Fingon exclaimed. “I will not yield so easily!”

“We have to admit defeat and accept that Lord Maedhros will not change his mind. Is it not true?”

Maedhros wanted to incline his head in agreement, but he feared he would not be able to raise it if he did.

“It is,” he said. “Unless the Prince means to keep me here forcibly under the guise of a council until I do as he wishes.”

For a moment, Fingon looked like he wanted to strike him, but then, just as Maedhros had hoped, he turned and strode away without another word.

Fingolfin looked at Maedhros with reproach but said nothing. Maedhros let out a breath and stood, taking strength from the idea that the time for the bath and the bed was near. He could even indulge himself and take a sleeping draught. He would have to, otherwise, he would spend the entire night repeating the discussion in his head, or worse, would pay a visit to Fingon, which was bound to end in a disaster.

“I suppose I will see you at the feast tonight, Maitimo,” Fingolfin said.

Maedhros had feared he would make another attempt to persuade him, but it seemed like Fingolfin had given up hope.

“I am grateful for the invitation, Uncle,” Maedhros said, “but I think it would be better for everyone if I missed it.”

Let Fingolfin think that he wasn’t going to attend out of consideration of potential conflicts and not because he wasn’t strong enough to stand it.

“As you wish,” Fingolfin said.

Maedhros nodded once and with careful, steady steps walked away from the King.

F.A. 467

Fingon had the grace not to mention their previous discussion of a united assault upon Angband. Maedhros had come prepared for any question, argument and accusation. But Fingon did not ask him why he had changed his mind. He did not accuse him of wanting all the glory for himself. He did not tell him that if he had agreed to this in the first place, Fingolfin might have lived.

He listened to the proposal, made suggestions, promised his complete support, and did not show even the smallest hint of rancor. Only when they had exhausted all the points regarding the union, Fingon took a sip from his wine and turned to Maedhros with a strange smile.

“I am glad you have found hope,” he said quietly. “Now that I have seen what its absence did to my father, I am thankful you persevered. I wonder if he, too, would have found hope again. I wish he had waited instead of dying a glorious but purposeless death.”

Maedhros grimaced. “I was wrong to speak so,” he said. “His death was not purposeless.”

“Still, he was driven by despair.”

“Perhaps, but thanks to him, we know now the Enemy is not invincible. I should be happy to die a death half as dignified as his.”

“What is this talk?” Fingon exclaimed. “Have you forgotten that I am the High King, so the glorious death should be mine by right?”

“Oh, is that so? What am I left with then?”

“Nothing. You shall live.”

Maedhros laughed and stole the goblet from Fingon, emptying it in one go.

“We both will,” he said, and for the first time in centuries, he truly believed it.

#silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #fingolfin #you might read this as russingon if you want to #silm fic #zwc fic #i know tolkien says they don't jump from language to language in a conversation #but i use quenya and sindarin names (somewhat) interchangeably #because i feel like it

[giltori]

Boss (♀) and his favourite dog.

#original characters #yuri #potato artists on tumblr #boss is he/him #dog is it/its #first time tagging pronounce #because I feel like it

[scienceoftheidiot]

WIP Wednesday

Behold ! I started YET ANOTHER WIP. Had the idea for a while, so... I hope it won't get as long and detailed as the others 🤦🏻‍♀️

Here's an excerpt :

Riza closes her hands, hiding the blood still encrusted under her nails. Blood that's not hers. Everything in her mind is red, and it's also the colour of her anger at Havoc, now. For waking her up, for wanting her to leave. She won’t leave. "You can't stay here, Lieutenant." Another voice, on her side. Contrary to Havoc, Fuery is too proper to touch her. "Besides," he tries, "Black Hayate needs you, too.”

#the angst monster is back hi #wip #riza hawkeye #royai #writing #wip wednesday #because i feel like it