More honkai text posts because you can never have too many of those

This is so funny to me because I really said “this kinda be senti” AND THEN IT TURNED OUT TO BE CANON

You are stronger than your anxiety ❤️

FELLOW HI3 PLAYERS AND PPL WHO SHIP THE CHARACTERS IG? QUESTION:

is it technically self-cest for sentihua? ive seen some fanart floating around with that tag and idk if it is and im scared that the answer is yes

like ik senti is her own person, but she also has fu hua's memories

idk if that bit has changed bc i stopped keeping up with the lore a few years ago

by yunomi_Utq

They're both so pretty.

reposting old art

anyways senti >>>>>

Kiana didnt just save fu hua in shattered samsara, she saved HoS as well.

If she had been trapped inside that seal, not only would her final moments be of trying to win a losing battle of convincing herself that she is a real person (and being brought down by the very person who is denying her existence), she would also be remembered as the 'imposter' fuhua, a herscherr and a monster. But we know HoS was never against humanity and gives her all opposing the honkai.

The self hatred due to the nature of her being and humiliation from being bound to the real Hua is there, yes. But she's free, accepted as her own person and somewhat as an alley by the main cast. She has the chance to grow and experience everything for herself. The Honkai that drives her to destruction is there but she knows the one who saved her before will save her again.

what if i just. sentifelis

for the record i actually did not. get to the HoS part in the story so 🙏if this isnt right lore-wise then uh. ive got nothing lmao

i love senti and i love felis so im just going to put them together <3

also if this looks incorrect / scrunkly its bc i speedrew it with my mouse on firealpaca i didnt even bother to grab my tablet lol the brainrot is too strong

ok so like here’s some art i did like 2 or 3 weeks ago the left is my oc and the right is my goddess senti I HAVE MORE ART STUFF I WANNA DO SO BAD i’m working on a few redraws rn… like… from lament of the fallen… and final lesson…. hopefully y’all like that! it may take a while cause boy am i TIRED erm and i really love to do colored sketches. if you could not tell

ok but like… does anyone else. think about lament of the fallen on like a daily basis or am i just,, insane cause personally it’s on my mind everyday. i have the absolute MOST TERRIBLE BRAINROT EVER. no i did not send paragraphs about kiamei and sakukallen to my bestie. no i did not. i am sane (pls give me a chance) OK BUTLIKE IF ANYONE WANTS TO BRAINROT WITH ME HMU AND I CAN GIVE YALL MY INSTA TOO. so far everyone is very welcoming tysm it makes me happy to know other people share my interests. OK ENOUGH INFODUMPINF B4 THIS TURNS INTO AN ESSAY <3

Idk what it is, but there is something SO he/him lesbian about Herscherr of Sentience

Good evening I made Honkai text posts because I was bored

phoenix

— herrscher of sentience x fu hua

genre : angst

warnings : major character death, self-harm

wordcount : 2,329

summary : the end of the world is quiet. too quiet. the chains binding her to the old timer are long gone now.

the end of the world is quiet. set on a stage far, far away from human civilization, far away from the applause of an audience, there is nothing heroic about the battle. just history turning a new page, and finding the same words written over and over again. tonight, the moon is blood red, and there is no one to witness the fight for the survival of the whole world. ha. there is nothing to see, anyway. there is no fight, no struggle, nothing. how does one fight against fate? against destiny? against god herself? even kevin, the mantises; hell, not even dr. mei could defeat this herscherr, so how could they? maybe this is just the will of honkai slipping through the cracks of her defenses, maybe this is an instinctive fear, but this fight feels hopeless right from the very start. but, none of that matters. not here, not right now. in her little dream, there is no pain nor suffering nor loss nor hate — time flows like a still lake, and there is no need to sacrifice anything ever again for the sake of the greater good. that stupid greater good. hua blinks, guard up as she looks around at the strange realm. her confusion lasts only a second, and her eyes narrow at senti, but the herscherr is already glaring at her, fists trembling by her side as she points accusingly at hua. "hey, old timer," she manages to grit out. her whole being is shaking, swept by something so wild and vicious that she can't point out what it is. it's a chain strung tightly around her heart. a red blindfold wrapped harshly against her eyes. a massive, surging tide of emotions that threaten to sweep her off her feet with one single misstep. "what do you think you're doing?" it was a coincidence, that she knows. hua never intended for her to see what she was up to, but she severely underestimated senti's attunement to her and all things her. "i —" hua pauses and hesitates, and senti tries to be patient — she really does. hua surely has a good excuse for her this time, too, like every other time. but "you what?" she snaps. "you were going to sacrifice yourself to fuel the edge of taixuan!" her voice echoes. the void sings to her madness and feeds her with rage. if she had noticed just a second later — if she didn't manage to reach out and grab hua's consciousness before taixuan fired — if, if, if — the ifs are terrifying. her nails dig against her palms, biting crescent marks over her skin. hua says nothing. "hey, old timer." her voice is shaking. "are you fucking kidding me right now? say something!" even just sustaining the dream world is draining. just surviving against the final herscherr left her weak and tired. but goddammit she's a fucking herscherr. she can't be useless! she can't be weak! not when hua's planning to — she glares at hua. she's not looking at her at all. a hand on her arm, shoulders hunched, her eyes hold a well of sorrow that senti is all too familiar with. dammit. damn it all. she's familiar with it all. she knows. she knows. the weight hua had to wear all these years, the burden of her mission, all the pain and all the loss and all the suffering — she knows it all! so why is she still not letting senti help her? there's no one in this world that understands hua better than her! dammit. "you promised!" hua flinches. "you promised you wouldn't do this shit again, old timer! what is wrong with you?" her nails dig deeper into her palms. the pain strikes straight into her heart and bruises her lungs with fire. it hurts to breathe. hua still won't look at her. "i'm sorry," she mumbles. "it's . . . this is . . . for the greater —" she slaps her across the cheek. hua closes her eyes. "for the greater good, blah blah blah!" she mocks. her vision is red. "do you not know how to say anything else? is that all your small brain can handle, huh? greater good this, greater good that; if you're so fucking in love with it, why don't you fucking marry it?" she paces around. it's exhausting. she wants to go mad and wreck havoc and hurt hua and throw the world into chaos. she wants to run away. she wants to close her eyes and forget all of this is happening. do something. anything. dammit. just not this. she feels so helpless. hua still isn't looking at her. it's annoying. "argh, dammit! look at me!" she stomps her feet and grits her teeth. her arms are bloodied with red scratches and goddammit she wants to hurt more. she wants to grab hua and shake some sense into her. her hands itch. she wants to use the feathers on her and make her rethink her stupid decision. her eyes burn. stupid stupid stupid! why does she always make stupid decisions? she tugs on her hair in frustration. it boils so hot within her and it itches to get out — but how? how does she let all these bottled emotions out? she would rip her chest out if she could. it hurts. it hurts, goddammit. she feels like she would explode at any second. finally, after what feels like ages, hua looks up at her. her eyes are glassy and watery, a brilliant shade of red dulled by pain. even broken and bruised, she is beautiful, but something about the pitiful look in her eyes makes senti crave to circle her hands around her neck and strangle her. why does she look so sad? she doesn't have any right to be sad! how dare — "well? are you gonna say anything? or are you just gonna stand there like an idiot? huh?" god, she wants to beat some sense into her. she wants to, so bad. stop looking so sad. stop it. stop it, dammit, stop it! "i'm sorry," hua repeats, and she sounds so tired. so pitiful, so sad. so, so — damn it. it hurts. her shoulders slump. this time, she looks away first. "why?" all the fight, the anger and madness, gone. all that is left is frustration and a growing sense of dread. but, she still has time. she can change hua's mind. she's the goddamned herscherr of sentience, this is her specialty! she can do it. she can. there's a certain sense of hopelessness in desperation. it tastes like salt, it tastes like tears. it feels like a fist gripping her heart until she's lightheaded and raw. "this can't be the only way," she says. her skin breaks so easily underneath her nails. "i — i still have some power left. if i helped you, then we can —" "you know you can't. you're already too tired." dammit. "t-then, what about bronya and mei?" she grasps the edge of hua's dress and smiles hesitantly. her hands are shaking, but she can do this. she can convince her otherwise. she can. "hey, i know i'm weak right now, but i can get enough energy to wake them up. the four of you can —" "they've already exhausted themselves, too, senti." she looks so sad, but her hands are so warm. she takes senti's trembling fists in hers and holds them and it feels so warm and right and familiar. how could anyone else's hands fit hers the same way as hua does? no. this isn't the end. she grips her hands tightly and scrambles for another solution. she can't give up. not yet. never. "then, we can . . . we can . . . " her mind is blank. dammit. not now! she needs to come up with something to change the tides and save hua. she needs to . . . a light kiss to her brow. she pinches her eyes shut. no, she doesn't want to see that expression on hua's face. it looks too much like goodbye. she can't accept it. she won't. "there's no other way, senti. this has to be done." no. no no no no no. there has to be some other way. there has to be. "i'm sorry —" "shut up!" she stares at their tangled hands. "just . . . shut up. stop saying sorry for once. it's not your fault. it's never been your fault. stop . . . stop — stop blaming yourself for once, dammit." hua falls silent. "you're always so nice and good, doing whatever anyone tells you to. aren't you tired of it? you're always getting taken advantage of and you know it but you still let them play with you. why?" this isn't their last time together. it's not. it's not. but somehow, she just can't stop herself. as if this will be her last chance to tell hua how she really feels. but it won't be their last time together. never. they'll live happily once the honkai is gone and travel the world and eat noodles and watch over shenzhou together. neither of them will be alone this time. that's right. right. "you're always talking about your stupid greater good, but really, aren't you just following dr. mei's vision? why does she get to decide what the greater good is? what about you? what about what's good for you? why are you so nice?" she sniffs. her knuckles are white, but she doesn't let go of hua's hands. if she lets go, hua might . . . "why can't you be selfish just for once?" her words echo in the void. like a hammer falling, senti crumbles under the weight of her emotions, and it is only hua's hands in hers that keeps her afloat. she feels so vulnerable, exposing all her thoughts in this little dream, this bubble she had created for the two of them. it's so heavy; she hangs her head and breathes shakily. "but i've already been selfish enough," hua murmurs. senti looks up, and she is greeted by a pair of warm eyes, kind and tender and so full of adoration. "i took lixue in. i made friends with the girls from st. freya. i've made many memories with you. i'm already happy." "but," her voice cracks. "you're still going to sacrifice yourself." hua purses her lips and says nothing. "why does it always have to be you?" her voice falls to a whisper. it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. "you've already sacrificed so much, and now this. you — you don't deserve to . . . to . . . " she doesn't want to say it. she won't. "senti," hua says, and she says her name so softly that senti wants to cry. her smile is wistful. "it's okay. i've already lived far too long." and there's nothing more to be said. the vision of her phoenix blurs and mists, and senti grabs her arms in panic, trying to prolong their time together, just a few more minutes, just a few more seconds, just not yet. not yet. please. she's not ready yet. no, she can't do this yet. please. it's not until hua wipes her cheeks that she realizes she's crying. it burns. every touch feels like a stab to the heart, a fracture that can never be healed. why is hua still smiling? why does it hurt so much? it burns. she doesn't want this pain. she wants it to go away. she throws her arms around hua's neck. if she closes her eyes, she can pretend that this is just a normal day, that the world is not ending and hua isn't planning on sacrificing herself again to save the world. just hua and senti, happy together. like old times. that was just a few weeks ago, but it feels so long already. she can't go back to those times anymore. "you're so unfair." if senti holds on tighter, will she never go? "why would you make me care for you if you were gonna go like this anyway? why would you keep pursuing me if you were just gonna say goodbye in the end?" "i'm sorry." she's holding on like she would never go. what a lie. what a stupid, stupid lie. "i hate you." "i know." "i don't mean it, though." hua breathes out a shaky laugh. senti can already imagine the fond expression on her face. she cries harder. "i know." her hold on the dream is fading. senti grasps at it with every bit of power she can muster, but it won't be enough. she knows. no amount of lie can delude her into thinking that this final moment will last. she knows. she knows. she knows. but she wants to hope. "please," she mumbles, desperate. her heart is cracking in two and there is nothing she can do to keep it together. "please stay." please, she begs god, heaven, hell, anyone, anyone who will listen. she will cry and beg and plead on her knees. she will crack open her ribcage and rip out her heart and pour her blood as offering. she will end the world herself if it meant she would be heard. just. please. please, let this moment last forever. but her forever only lasts for a second. there is the sensation of falling, a lightness like a feather's breath: she hears a faint "sorry" and the sight of one final smile. she screams at hua, for her to stay, for her to stop it already just let me do it instead you don't have to go just stop being a hero and be you for once — no one listens. a chain snaps in half. the end of the world is quiet. the silence rings in her ears. it's so quiet. everyone is gone. she is alone. she doesn't want to; she's setting herself up for disappointment and heartbreak. she knows. she knows. but, maybe, if there's a chance — "hua," she calls out, hesitantly. it's quiet. there is nothing left of her phoenix but a single, lonely plume, burnt at the edges and dimly fading to black.

Just finished the Herscherr of Sentience arc in HI3.

Why does this game keep doing this to me, why the fuck am I crying

by c_uino