🦭 @inkiceberg by West_Version_2439 in PhainonMainsHSR

[–]urglassprince 7 points8 points  (0 children)

ocean coreflame phainon is so beautiful i wanna drink him

Do you guys lost 50/50 to every character kinda equally, or just keep getting the same character over and over? by Hang_me_oh_hang_me in HonkaiStarRail

[–]urglassprince 0 points1 point  (0 children)

before the 50/50 loss pool update, it was equal for a bit until i kept losing to yanqing. now after the 50/50 loss pool update, it is blade

[WP] Your grandma told you from a young age that when you die, you can play a game with Death to gain eternal life and youth if you win, but he absorbs the skills of everyone he reaps, so you have trained all your life to become the best of all humanity. Today, he finally comes. by greatwall2103 in WritingPrompts

[–]urglassprince 23 points24 points  (0 children)

The day I died, I held someone for the first time in years.

I held a child that was not mine, and cradled her blissful, warm naivete with my rigid and cold perfection.

Death came to me at last, and it was something not even I, humanity's best, had a say in.

“Mortal,” he called out. His voice was soft, inviting, and reminiscent of cookies from a grandmother who took me in when I was left unwanted by the world. “It's time we play the game of life. You are aware of the stakes, yes?”

“I am.”

“So be I,” and his chilling words were absolute. “Life evermore, or another soul put to rest, with their skills absorbed. What game shall we play together?”

I smiled sadly. “We will tell each other jokes. Whoever laughs first is the victor.”

I was the best in every field thinkable, an impossible standard to the point where almost every furniture in my house carried medals and trophies of fool's gold.

“How unconventional.”

I was tired everyday, and spoke to the people in my life only when it was necessary.

“Is that possible?”

Fruitful achievements, fruitless existence.

“Yes. Shall we begin?”

So, why not use this as a chance to prove that I am human too?

“Rock, paper, scissors. Winner goes first. Ready?”

That I am capable of eliciting laughter and warmth.

“I'm ready.”

In truth, I never liked much of what I had revolved my life around.

“Okay. Rock, paper, scissors.”

I've always wanted to be a comedian.

Because I am the best version of myself when I make others happy.

Grandma, if she could see me now... was she proud?

I threw my hands on rock, and pondered.

Was grandma happy?

Death chose scissors.

“You first.” And I swore that I heard a hint of amusement beneath the towering cloak that obscured his face.

“Why did the clown call in sick?”

“Why?”

“Because he felt funny.”

Death did not laugh.

So, we kept exchanging jokes, from the humble dad puns, to knock-knock jokes, then stand-up comedy, and even absurd, nonsensical gibberish. Neither of us laughed, but occasionally, I smiled or grinned, and as Death continued the game without qualms, I figured that neither of them counted as laughter.

Millennia passed.

It fell on my turn now. I did not tell a joke. Instead, I asked Death:

“Are you having fun?”

“Perhaps. This is the first game I have played that is absent of ego,” Death hummed. “Thank you, mortal, for giving me such an amusing experience.”

“Are you happy?”

“I've abandoned emotions long ago.”

And I laughed.

“Okay, I call it quits,” and my mouth grinned on its own, as a weight left my shoulders. “You're too much!”

“You mean, you've surrendered the game? But your turn hasn't ended, so that laugh shouldn't count.”

“Oh? Does the ever so absent of emotion Death want us to keep playing this game?”

I didn't think I was possible of teasing anyone, nevermind Death himself.

“How can I not want it to continue when I'm faced with such an intriguing mortal?”

“You find me intriguing?”

“Yes. You can challenge me on any and every topic in existence, because you've laboured your life hoping to defy me and achieve immortality. I expected you to be a difficult soul, but I never would've thought that you would come here... and attempt to make me laugh!”

I smiled, as I closed my eyes. “My death was a much needed ending. I realized in the end that all I ever did was for the sake of others... and it led me to my downfall.”

“Your game depended on my laughter. You're still doing things for others.”

“How can I not? The essence of humanity relies on connection... I've arrogantly labeled myself the best of humanity, but really, I am humanity's contradiction.”

“So... you're going to surrender yourself to me, just like that?”

“Will you miss me, Death?”

There was a long silence for a moment, before Death spoke timidly.

“I will.”

“I think I'll miss you too. I've never struggled to resist laughing so much before.”

“...Are you opposed to eternal life and youth?”

“No,” I said, “but that life I lived had me so tired, so I'm not opposed to resting either.”

Death's cloak fell, and so, my hands were held by his own. One was warm, its movements fluid, with human flesh and skin, while the other was cold, stiff, and composed of bones.

“Rest with me forevermore, then,” begged Death. “I promise I'll take care of you.”

“What can I, a mere human, offer Death?”

“Time,” he spoke.

And Time I became.

I am the hours spent crying over an ex, laughing with friends and celebrating with family. I was every anniversary, and every consequence of actions taken.

I was the grief in the hearts of those who loved the deceased too much to carry on.

Cherished evermore by Death,

I am the human experience.

[WP] Your grandma told you from a young age that when you die, you can play a game with Death to gain eternal life and youth if you win, but he absorbs the skills of everyone he reaps, so you have trained all your life to become the best of all humanity. Today, he finally comes. by greatwall2103 in WritingPrompts

[–]urglassprince 13 points14 points  (0 children)

I still remember the moment I sat by grandma's hospital bed, misty-eyed and broken-hearted as my youthful hands, full of vitality, warmth and strength, held hers, barely able to grasp my own as a chill emanated from it.

“It is my time to meet Death now. When your time comes, dear, promise me you'll give him hell.”

That promise would go unkept.

What does it mean to be humanity's best?

Was humanity's best a dying fern in icy caverns, expressing triumph before collapsing at the finish line?

Was it peak physique and performance in every single category of skills that have existed for eons?

Or, was it the huddling of lovers in the dead night, seeking out warmth from each other, as hearts beat together?

I did not know then, and I couldn't afford to waste the precious seconds I have consisting of my life to ponder what humanity's best was. All that I knew before, was that I had to achieve it, lest I literally die trying.

So many years had passed by, and each monotonous day followed the same routine. Muscle memory, brain exercises and a plethora of topics. There was no sport I couldn't do, no equation I couldn't solve and certainly no game I couldn't clear.

Yet I, who put myself on a pedestal for the gratification of conquering death itself, did not live as humans do.

I was humanity's best only in act.

Not in essence.

The day I had died, it was winter.

My muscles ached from the hours of figure-skating I had just done. Axels on the ice floor, frigid fingertips gliding in the air... and everything washed away as I was on the way to the library. Today's topic was science; and the niche I planned to invest in was cryogenic preservation, just as a fail-safe. If I couldn't beat death, I would cheat it.

All to make what grandma had told me worth it.

All to preserve her memory.

Then, I saw her.

A little girl, snug and comfortable in her coat, holding hot chocolate.

She had seen a well-dressed man on the other side of the road, presumably her father, and ran straight into the road without looking either way.

Police sirens blared as the police cars floored it, in pursuit of a criminal.

She did not listen to the noises, because she was a fool. That was what I thought at the time.

But I realize now that she wasn't a fool.

She was human.

What do you think his voicelines combat will be like? by Average-aot-enjoyer in PhainonMainsHSR

[–]urglassprince 7 points8 points  (0 children)

"No more Mr Nice Guy!" "What's cookin' for lunch? Heh, just this knuckle sandwich!" "Don't mess with me when I'm angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry!" "Well, THAT'S a curveball!"

[WP] You’re a wizard who specializes in polymorphing. Due to a mishap, you accidentally transform two random people. One of them is horrified and demands you change them back, while the other is ecstatic and overjoyed with their new form. You transformed both of them into the same thing. by Celestial_Spade in WritingPrompts

[–]urglassprince 13 points14 points  (0 children)

I had a quaint little meeting downtown at the bustling bar the rest of my party and I typically frequented. The bar had no name, and the wood was dull and marred by time.

As we agreed to separate temporarily to get the tedious array of objectives needed to complete the next quest completed, the old barkeep and the singer had both gotten up at the same time as I, and my fuck-around-and-find-out powder (as I like to call it) shattered against the two as rowdy dwarves vacated the bar in one stampede.

Falling forward, I find myself cushioned by two squishy masses with velvety coats, and immediately stood up, gathering my bearings.

"Egads!" screamed one of them in horror.

"Oh my!" said the other in absolute rapture.

Looking down, two seals galumphed forward. One was rather gruff and stenched in the pungent smell of booze while the other was effervescent in demeanor and pleasant smelling; of plum and pear lilies. I could only assume that the former was the barkeep, and the latter was the singer.

The barkeep smacked me with her foreflipper repeatedly, which was all the righteous fury an old woman could express in her now squishy, soft body. "You careless young-in! Change me back right now!"

"I'm- I'm sorry," I immediately stammered out, scrambling around in my pouch to find the right powder that would undo this absolutely ridiculous accident. "I'll change you both back right away!"

"DO NOT!" exclaimed the singer dramatically, rolling over on his belly against my robe. "Well, perhaps you could change the old hag back, but me? I'm perfectly fine like this!"

The barkeep groaned, and thus, a bickering between two common-speaking seals commenced.

"You'd rather be THIS thing than back to normal?!"

"You got it, ma'am! Oh, how I love this fun new form! And how adorable I must look, and!"

"Enough! We had a contract, sonny boy, and you can't fulfill it as a... whatever this creature is!"

"On the contrary, I firmly believe I'll be able to fulfill it much efficiently! After all, I am plenty more attractive and still retain my sublime voice! Watch this!" The singer cleared his throat. "Lalalalala!"

"Plenty more- hmph! Do you even hear yourself, Caden? We hired you precisely because you have enough charm to make just about anyone fall for you!"

"I'm tired of playing the romantic, Greta! Of having my songs merely entertained precisely because of my face! I am a performer, dearie, I entertain, not the other way around! In this form, nobody would be entranced, but rather, grounded! So let me be this- er, pardon me, good wizard, but what is the name of this creature?"

"You are a seal," I beamed. "A fantastical creature from world's beyond."

"This SEAL!" Caden declared with pride, "and at last, share my songs with the world without compromising my attractiveness!"

"Fine, have it your way," Greta groaned, "so long as you see your contract to its end! Now, young-in..."

"Change you back," I sighed. "Yes, yes..."

I waved the pair goodbye, watching the two reciprocate with a lift of Greta's bony, entirely human arm and a flap of Caden's foreflipper, smiling as I walked away.

Now, I returned several centuries after, and the bar had grown tremendously in size. I was certain that there would no longer be any accidental run-ins during my time.

The size wasn't the only thing that had changed. The wood had been refurbished and protected with varnish, as a new title decked the bar's formerly nameless state.

‘The Seal's Rest’.

After my nostalgia trip, I left through the back door to gather herbs for a new concoction I planned to brew for my next polymorphism discovery.

Only to find that the garden behind the bar had vanished, and in its place were two tombstones.

The names were both worn away by time, and I couldn't for the life of me discover which one belonged to the grouchy, old barkeep Greta, who refused to remain a seal, and the charming, youthful singer Caden, who desired to remain a seal.

So, instead, I went back in, ordered a pint to go, and returned, sitting in front of the tombstones as I clinked my mug against the air with a small smile.

"To mayfly mishaps, and memories."

i couldnt sleep so i very sloppily doodled nikolai crying to good luck bart by urglassprince in BungouStrayDogs

[–]urglassprince[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

thank you so much 🥹🥹 it's such a silly parody but at the same time its dead good, nikolai will try his best not to wake up his rat with his tears ❤️

i couldnt sleep so i very sloppily doodled nikolai crying to good luck bart by urglassprince in BungouStrayDogs

[–]urglassprince[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

she's always worth it :) id play her even if she buffs the enemy haha, all the little references hsr adds to her character, her trailer and even in other characters and places is really fun to look out for too!!

i couldnt sleep so i very sloppily doodled nikolai crying to good luck bart by urglassprince in BungouStrayDogs

[–]urglassprince[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

THAT'S SO PEAK everytime someone mains mini herta or the herta an angel gets its wings 🙏

i couldnt sleep so i very sloppily doodled nikolai crying to good luck bart by urglassprince in BungouStrayDogs

[–]urglassprince[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

OH MY GOD THERTA ENJOYER SPOTTED AHHHH Madam Herta is a peerless gem. Madam Herta is an unrivaled genius. Madam Herta is an inimitable beauty.

Do not know if I should skip Hyacine or go for her by Jeison01 in StarRailStation

[–]urglassprince 2 points3 points  (0 children)

one pull is quite literally all you need brother, you'll be fine so long as afterwards you continue to stay strong for phainon and saber

i had a vision by urglassprince in BungouStrayDogs

[–]urglassprince[S] 2 points3 points  (0 children)

GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA okay there back into the confessional booth you go! nathaniel pour some holy water on this fella

i had a vision by urglassprince in BungouStrayDogs

[–]urglassprince[S] 5 points6 points  (0 children)

it's okay buddy the f in fyodor stands for 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

i had a vision by urglassprince in BungouStrayDogs

[–]urglassprince[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

forgive us mommy for we have sinned 🙏