Each And Every BSD Character Is Tankier Than A Fu Xuan On Like 10k Hp They Can Probably Survive A Nuclear

each and every BSD character is tankier than a Fu Xuan on like 10k hp they can probably survive a nuclear fallout or a black hole.

see we were right to not believe a character dead just because he got impaled crashed blasted burned poisoned and lost an arm, we know better

losing my mind over the historical fontaine doomed yuri lore in emilie's weapon story

"looking back on her life, everything up to this point seemed utterly without meaning, with nothing achieved and nothing to hope for. yet if this was the 'natural' way of the world, then coming to accept this was surely a form of happiness in its own right?however, in spite of her expectations, death did not come. opening one eye nervously, she looked up, to see a girl in strange attire smiling back gently, who then placed a flower — whence it came she knew not — behind her ear.

'we call this flower a lumidouce bell, which in the language of flowers... means hope. look, the color matches your hair. you have such beautiful eyes. it would be such a pity if all they reflected was despair. come, little lass with the sapphire eyes, let me trade this flower for your heart.'

thus did marfisa, who would be later famed as a champion duelist, first step into the city above ground. watching on from the luxury of a VIP box in the magnificent theater, she could no longer remember the smiling faces of the magician and their assistant on stage, only how, as the fantasy played out, a profusion of flowers blossomed under the dazzling spotlight — bright, pure, and ever so strong. if she could walk in the sunlight as 'naturally' as her, she would no longer need to hide in the ashes. seeing this, she understood that she should yet cherish hope — that this life, having now seen the light, might blossom like lumidouce.

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this is how the world should be, justice prevailing over all. otherwise, how could he have defeated her? as it was so, it made sense for her to be guided by justice, and offer up a cold elegy to those who would seek to evade judgment. and so, the girl born from the ashes abandoned her original set of rules, becoming a purple-clad enforcer instead, upholding justice 'as it ought to be,' until the fire of poisson brought the criminal parsifal before her...

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looking back on her life, everything up to this point seemed utterly without meaning, with nothing achieved and nothing to hope for. yet if this was the 'natural' way of the world, then coming to accept this was surely a form of happiness in its own right? but despite this, when she fell into those pure sourcewaters, all that had previously seemed self-evident lost its meaning. up to the moment her memories dissolved in the water, she never knew that the lumidouce bell's true meaning in the language of flowers was never hope, just as her late mother had taught her: ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and at the end of that long pursuit, even fate did not offer her the blossoming elegy that it ought to have."

parsifal literally saved her life and shaped her beliefs and marfisa died thinking she murdered her and that her life was ultimately meaningless. and from the beginning parsifal gave her a flower representing partings and reunions and eternal love and beauty and tears telling her it meant hope. holy shit.

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"You mean, why wouldn't I, right? I'm the creature writhing in the Abyss, and you're a mortal walking in the sun."

#GenshinImpact #Enjou

— The Thing Calling Itself "Enjou"

◆ Name: Enjou

◆ Title: Peculiar Lector

◆ ???: Pyro

◆ Constellation: ???

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I try to imitate genshin style again, yesterday hoyo post enjou's art. so I think I must finish this piece : D

sounds about right. I'd be concerned if it wasn't public school and if i didn't live in London. haha. hate it here down south.

In science class we were learning about DNA and shit and my teacher brought up cloning, and my autistic ass immediately thought about Chuuya (and the clones from star wars i must be true to my roots) and how he has a clone.

Then I remembered that even if we were to clone someone, the things that make them them are all the experiences they've had. Their memories. And then because I was still thinking about Chuuya I got sad bc like.

Hair is supposed to hold memories and he still hasn't let the part that Verlaine ripped out grow back. He lets the other side get long though.He wears the hat from his brother and uses a bike from his friend.

We know that Chuuya isn't a clone but it never mattered at all because our Chuuya had the experiences that made him human.