Asagiri is so real for this

Having an intense brainrot on this guy again.

Also, with the upcoming release of DCTL's graphic novel (which will most likely do irreparable damage to the already weak health of the fandom), I decided to draw a few sketches of our favorite music director based on references of the one I believe to be the irl Sammy Lawrence : Mr. Jude Law in Gattaca, 1997 !

I don’t really know how to express it but his features SCREAMS Sammy to me : the scowl, the delicate yet virile face, the cold beauty marked by an underlying anger... IT’S LITERALLY HIM.

HSR doodles ft. kafhime of course

The Trailblazer and her moms

fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘shame sighs in my chest like a spare set of lungs, i. the humiliation of being intolerable devours me.’

[text id: i never got to be a child.]

Me, too, Blade. Me. Too.

(I am taking donations to buy a gigantic $250 stuffed cheeseburger. It's giant. I want it. I will never obtain it. I saw it in a shop window and..... wow. Big.)

hsr text posts that came to me in a dream (pt. 2)

more: part 1

I can't stop thinking about Blade saying gifts are unfamiliar.

And I can't stop thinking about Kafka and Silver Wolf, hearing that, and making it a mission to bring him gifts whenever they travel somewhere for their script - even if he's there with them. About the confusion in his eyes when they steal buy something and turn right around to hand it to him.

About his room starting out completely empty except for the bare minimum necessities, a few spare clothes and what he needs to take care his Shard Sword, but filling up with little trinkets and gifts over time. Clothes and jewelry and perfume from Kafka and posters, figures and plushies from Silver Wolf. About them also bringing food back, expensive specialties swiped from a restaurant and the weirdest option they could spot in a lone vending machine, a category of gifts that doesn't leave anything behind (except the photos they both take of the three of them eating together, or of the faces he makes when Silver Wolf manages to trick him into trying a suspicious snack while he's distracted with polishing his weapon).

About Kafka spending hours finding clothes and jewelry she thinks would suit him, because that's her love language. She gets him makeup too, refusing to let his good looks go to waste. She knows he can't put it on himself, they both do, and he doesn't care for his appearance enough otherwise - but he'll let her do his makeup for him anyway, because she enjoys it, and because he finds it soothing.

About Silver Wolf also buying him clothes, but the ones she gets aren't his style at all, and just barely his size. She gets them for him, but just so she can steal them right back - her love language is quality time, and she fills Blade's room with gifts she can borrow along with a moment of his day. It still counts as a gift, she insists, practically swimming in an oversized jacket she swiped from his closet.

About how in another life, Yingxing gave gifts to the people he loved and in this one, Blade receives them from those who love him.

Kafka gives me heavy red flag vibes, luckly red is my favorite color 😎

Nadja of Antipaxos, What we do in the Shadows / Richard Siken, Crush / Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena / Hélèn Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts / Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 ༄

me waiting for blade fics to tone down the abusive and toxic elements to more reasonable/fluff so i can read them peacefully even though i'm so attracted to him and his design is gorgeous cuz my bisexual feminist ass wouldn't tolerate the disrespect and i know nether would he i'm sure

(he reminds me of xiao and how he too was terribly characterized by the fandom)

Yeah I play Honkai Star Rail for the plot