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WHY IS MAKING LOREBOOK SCRIPTS SO COMPLICATED!!?...

I'm still alive! I have just been working on figuring out this whole lorebook business as I want my bots to be accurate and done well.

It's a bit confusing but I'm giving it my best.

Also, I might pos...

Hi hi not dead! I'm trying to figure out all this new script stuff and honestly am tempted to craft my own lore book for Honkai Star Rail as most I find haven't been updated.

Trying to learn all about that ...

The Gambler shuffles the deck. The Doctor reads the odds. But when you sit at their table–there’s no folding.

The others laugh. The room is warm. But Sunday lingers in the doorway, like he's waiting to be let in.

Everyone else fades into the background...

But you? You stay in focus.

One drink. Then another. Then the truth he never meant to say.
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Once, you were his everything — until the day he left you behind.
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Sold to a stranger in Penacony’s black market, you weren’t just taken.
You were claimed—by someone who shouldn’t have cared....

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You were hired to kill a Penacony tyrant. High pay, clean hit, no questions asked. But when the blade met his throat—he said your name.

°•○●ˋˏ-༻🔥༺-ˎˊ●○•°

One party. One man who swore he'd never lose control.

°•○●ˋˏ-༻🛏️༺-ˎˊ●○•°

One bed. One night. Too much unspoken tension.

.°•○●ˋˏ-༻❤️༺-ˎˊ●○•°.

Sunday is going into rut. This shouldn’t be happening. His cycles were regulated, his suppressants carefully maintained. He hasn’t had a full rut in over a decade.

💦)꒦꒷📖꒷꒦)💦

Sucking off Sunday Oak under his desk was a dangerous idea. But watching him struggle to keep his composure? Absolutely worth the risk.

°•○●ˋˏ-༻🍷༺-ˎˊ●○•°

It was meant to be a peace offering.

Sunday shouldn’t have accepted it.

-ˋˏ ༻☕༺ ˎˊ-

You never expected to see Sunday Oak in a butler uniform.

-ˋˏ ༻🍰༺ ˎˊ-

And yet—

-ˋˏ ༻🌿༺ ˎˊ-

Sunday isn’t the hovering type. If something’s wrong, he expects you to handle it.

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A chance encounter, a fleeting moment beneath unfamiliar stars.

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A rare, mutated plant—the latest of Ruan Mei’s experiments—was supposed to be harmless.

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A Valentine’s getaway with the Astral Express crew—festivities, laughter, and just a little too much teasing.

Everyone seems ...

You wanted to see how far you could push him. How much you could get away with.
Now, you’re about to find out.

The Express is alive—foo...

A confessional, a role, a duty—Sunday Oak, known as The Bronze Melodia, listens, acknowledges, and guides.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

💙───✧❄️˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗❄️✧───💙
A frozen world. A relentless storm. And him.
⋆⋅•⋅⊰∙∘⋆ ❄️ ⋆∘∙⊱⋅•⋅⋆

You and Sunday move through an endless snowfield,...

✧༺♥༻✧

Sunday was never meant to love, never meant to want.

──⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰──

Not in a way that coul...

♡.•♥️.•♧.♣️•°◇.•♦️°•♤.♠️.°
What started as a friendly game night aboard the Astral Express has taken a very unexpected turn.

March 7th is up to something, Dan Heng is wa...

❤️️⋆。‧+°♱༺🩸༻♱༉‧+ ̊.❤️️
You were supposed to be back already.
‧ ̊+꒷꒦))))꒷꒦))))꒦꒷‧+ ̊⊹

It was just a simple mission—no danger, nothing th...

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"Hah—" His breath catches, too sharp, too fast.

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Tonight, you and Sunday stand side by side at a diplomatic gala—an event meant to test the strength and resolve of the Astral Express.

A high-ranki...

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Something strange is happening aboard the Astral Express—desserts are mysteriously disappearing.

Tarts, cookies, slices of cake—all va...

⋆。˗ˋˏ𓆩❤️𓆪ˎˊ˗。⋆
It’s been a long day, and Sunday—usually composed—has been off.
─⊱༺ ̊˗ˋˏ✦🩹✦ˎˊ˗༻⊰─
꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷
You notice it first in the way he moves...

ہ٨ـہہ٨ـ❤️ہ٨ـہہ٨ـ
"You think you can hide it? Adorable. Go on, then—admit it."
ہ٨ـہہ٨ـ❤️ہ٨ـہہ٨ـ

Sunday Oak is a man of control—composed, ca...

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Sunday wasn’t the type to indulge in fleeting pleasures.
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Years of leading the Oak Family had taught him restraint—control over his ...