#and HSR is being as peak as always

[cheriafreya]

I can't believe I'm gonna say this but... I'm starting to consider taking a break from Genshin and just go play Wuwa instead for once 😬

[lunaritex]

BOYFRIEND! DAN HENG WHO. . .ᐟ — dan heng.

—✩ content: established relationship, reader is gender-neutral, suggestive content, tooth-rotting fluff.

—✩ author's note: doing the latest hsr quest made me fell in love with dan heng again...

Boyfriend! Dan Heng who is the peak and walking definition of “action speaks louder than words.” He is shy and awkward when it comes to expressing his love verbally. Hence, he chose to show his feelings through the ways he knows best: actions. He is attentive; eyes always focused on you for a lot of reasons. During battles, he makes it a point to stick close to you so he can protect you. The last thing he wants is for you to be hurt and whoever dares to make you bleed, may the Aeons bless them as they have to face the Imbibitor Lunae wraith. 

Boyfriend! Dan Heng who doesn’t mind your presence when he is in the Data Bank room. Since he has gotten used to you, he shows you his true form. What he doesn’t know is how you find his true form beautiful and until now, you couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that you managed to bag yourself a jaw-dropping gorgeous lover. One thing you love to do is to hug his tail and sometimes, you end up falling asleep with his tail wedged in your grip; not that he minds. 

Boyfriend! Dan Heng who doesn’t mind revealing your romantic relationship to the rest of the Astral Express. He sees everyone as family and there should be some form of trust amongst everyone too, even if it means he has to tolerate March and the Trailblazer’s mischiefs whenever they see the hickeys that you couldn’t hide as you appear the next morning, joining them for breakfast. 

Boyfriend! Dan Heng who always holds your hand when you are in public, not wanting to lose you in the crowd. He does this to reassure both him and you that he is by your side and that you won’t get separated from him. He also likes the feeling of your hand against his, like how your hand is the final missing puzzle piece required to complete a puzzle. He doesn’t mind being dragged around whenever something interesting catches your eyes, for he loves seeing you happy and carefree. 

Boyfriend! Dan Heng who loves to kiss the back of your neck and cheek. Sometimes when he’s feeling a little mischievous, he kisses you on the cheek without warning. He could never get enough of how your face and the tips of your ears turned red, fumbling over your own words as you struggled to speak. He doesn’t know that the amused smirk he sends you was enough to send you into cardiac arrest. 

Boyfriend! Dan Heng who keeps whatever trinkets and souvenirs you gave him when he chose to stay behind in the Astral Express. He is grateful for your action, even if he had nowhere else to store them. Sometimes when he dearly misses your presence, he will often stare at the little gifts you gave him with a lovesick smile on his face. 

Boyfriend! Dan Heng who gets jealous quite easily but he doesn’t show it on his face. There was once when the Astral Express returned to the space station to stock up and a fellow researcher had captured your attention, engaging you in a conversation that should have no reason for you to laugh like that. If he was in his true form, his tail would be swishing side to side and his pointy ears would dipped downwards. 

Boyfriend! Dan Heng who makes it a point to show that you are taken by pulling you into his room once everyone is ready to set off again. The last form of warning you get was his eyes glowing a dangerous shade of light before he captured your lips in a fierce and passionate kiss, enough to leave you feeling light-headed and breathless when he pulled away. 

Boyfriend! Dan Heng who feels guilty during the aftercare, using his Cloudhym Magic to relieve your pain. He ignores your protests, insisting that he should at least do this. The way he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration with his tail slowly swishing side to side was downright adorable. You couldn’t help but teased him, only to end up going at it again, much to your dismay…

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 17: public sex with sampo koski from hsr

warnings: exhibitionism, degrading, fingering, sampo being a slut as usual, finger sucking, gagging, slight feminization

notes: silly silly con-man getting fucked silly

it was sampo’s intention when he did everything.

annoying you, throwing paper balls at you, constantly going “psst! [name]!” only to blow you a kiss or wink at you when you do sigh and pay attention to him. just simply irking you in general. or getting on your nerves.

being a volunteering medic in natasha’s little clinic leaves your plate full of work to do, little to no sleep schedule except for the power naps you stela from time to time. even as the owner of the clinic worries over your health and the constant heavy eyebags under your eyes, all you do is wave off of her worry.

your work schedule is the reason why you’re always so slow and sluggish in your movements. words slurred, voice low and raspy as you literally fit the term ‘walking dead’. perhaps it was that nature of yours that caused sampo to be infatuated with you.

he’s always seen you around natasha’s clinic. helping out with her work, taking care of others, babysitting the younglings — you did everything and anything. the conman didn’t even bother to hide his eeny teeny crush on you. bringing you red roses, calling you cheesy nicknames, taking care of you, dragging you away to make you cuddle him because his boo boos hurt. it was just a mere sore ankles, sampo. get your act together.

but somehow, someway, you would end up in his arms before drifting off to much needed sleep. he has a silver tongue for a reason. but it was further into your little situationship that sampo started to get a little more daring with his little tease.

asking for your consent first, he would send you small little sneak peak photos that’s more similar to a nude pic. it started out relatively tame.

a small snap of him pulling up the front of his shirt that barely covers anything, showing his v-line perfectly. a little pic with a red rose held between his teeth. quick photo of him shirtless but it became progressively more daring with each pic.

picture of him straight out of the shower with a towel around his waist. a sneak peek of him wearing a bralette and his smug face. him in his boxers. it didn’t took long before he was sending you pictures of him in lingeries or him sucking on a dildo, saying wishing it was you instead.

it won’t take a genius to figure out that he wanted you. badly.

all it took for you to snap and give him what he wanted happened to be showing you a very thin lace tied around his waist. the sideless shirt of his did nothing to hide the string of what you would assume to be a lingerie piece as he pulls out the string, flashing it to you with a smug grin and a pink tinted cheeks.

that was all you needed to have all the energy you needed to fuck him in the empty alleyway next to the clinic. it was way past midnight and no one would be outside during such ungodly hours, making everything perfect.

“stupid slut. you wanted me that bad? did no one taught you how to use your words correctly?” you hiss into his ear angrily, pushing him flush against the wall as you shove two fingers inside his mouth. the thief gags at the feeling, choking on your fingers having not expected you to be so rough but that caused his pants to tighten more.

“now, at least for once be good and get my fingers all nice and wet, got it?” you demand, forefinger and middle finger pulling on his tongue. he could only nod dumbly, having been reduced to whines already. sucking on your fingers, swirling his tongue around them before flicking his wet muscle between your two fingers caused to briefly wonder how good he would be on his knees. that is for later.

once you deem your finger were wet enough, you pull them out. his saliva coating and dripping from your fingers to your palm. his own lips all swollen and green eyes looking hazy. you haven’t even fucked him properly yet.

turning him around with his chest to the wall, you slip a finger inside him, causing him to whine at the stretch. just one finger felt so good already. it made him drool as he wonders how your cock would feel inside him. it would definitely leave him sore and limping for days, rearranging his insides. pushing his leg up with your free hand hooked under his knee, spreading him open for you caused your finger to hit his spot.

“aunngh—! guuhck♡︎ [n-name]... there! r-right there!“ sampo moans out loudly, not even bothering to silence himself in the dark alleyway. he didn’t care about being caught, he just wanted you to fuck him stupid. whether that be with your fingers or your strap, he didn’t care. he just wanted to be fucked stupid by you.

slipping another finger inside his loose hole, you let out a grunt at how tight he was around you. it almost felt like you were fucking a cunt with how he was clamping on your two fingers, moaning and drooling like a cheap whore.

“dirty little thing… have you always fantasized about this? getting fingered in some random alley?” you ask, whispering into his ear as he moans deliriously. you may not have noticed but each time you scissored his hole open, your fingertips always grazed against that one spot. that one spongy spot inside his tight walls that make him squeal. head thrown back on your shoulder as he weakly bucks his hips.

“asnh! gyang… mmgh! anh anh anggh♡︎” whiny, high pitched noises of utter debauchery comes from the conman. weakly bucking his hips back into your fingers. he could only moan and drool in place against the wall as he takes whatever you give him without complaint.

this was all his intention when he first laid eyes on the pretty, lace purple panties. sampo knew you would like it on him.

[heissenn]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 hsr fem! characters x fem!reader a sneak peak of what its like dating your favorite hsr character. includes: himeko, serval, seele, stelle, bronya, march 7th, ruan mei, herta, robin tags: tooth-aching fluff, smut on robin's part

himeko

being in a relationship with himeko means being in a relationship with coffee. her caffeine addiction would lead to both of you going on coffee dates. although she would never force you to like coffee if you don’t prefer it. these ‘coffee dates’ just consists of her drinking her exquisite blend while you sip the beverage of your preference, whether it be tea or juice or even alcohol. the important part is that you both enjoy a relaxing time together.

as your relationship grow, these ‘coffee dates’ evolved into a ritual to go to cafes or bars to every planet you go to. there’s always a glimmer in her golden eyes that makes you wonder if she came to this planet to taste test rather than exploring it. himeko tries to hide it but she always looks like a little kid given a new toy every time her taste buds come across something new and himeko would never stop until she tasted all the coffee beans and coffee blends the planet has to offer, not forgetting to buy a bulk to stock in the express.

“darling, how about this? roasted beef and curry frappe. maybe this tickles your fancy?” himeko reads the obnoxious name aloud as she hand you the cup graciously. just the name makes you want to shake your head in refusal but himeko’s sweet smile brainwashes you into nodding your head.

you take a sip from the cup and it took you your everything to school your features. there’s a bubbling at the pit of your stomach and you have an inkling that its not the usual butterflies himeko gives you. “it’s amazing, love. i’m sure the others would want a cup.” you say imagining the others' reaction.

serval

serval would prefer dates that are a bit more hands-on. she would take a page from lynx’s book and take you out on a camping date to watch the aurora. it's been long since she went camping but the knowledge from when she was serving in the army still remains in her.

but instead of preparing the camping materials beforehand, she’d be the type to just go with the flow. she’d bring a few essentials and the rest will be decided along you go and with serval’s quick thinking. the camping goes smoothly for the most part aside from some hiccups like monsters and serval burning the food.

she’d bring her guitar along too, of course. she’d play for you with the aurora as witness and the hearth of the camp fire embracing the both of you with warmth.

“the view looks amazing here, serval. thank you for taking me here,” you look up at the countless streaks of emerald painting the sky. “yes, it’s breathtaking,” serval mutters in reply and you turn towards her to see her blue eyes already on you. she smiles at you before standing up and going inside the tent, leaving you confused. she comes back with her guitar.

“i know this is cheesy but i thought it wouldn’t hurt being romantic from time to time,” she plops downs and gives the acoustic a few strums. “i dedicate this song to you, my love.”

bronya

as the supreme guardian, she is always swamped with work thus there are only a few times when she goes outside. this also means that dates between the two of you are rare if you don’t count eating meals with her.

she can’t really take you on movies like normal couples because it would take the whole facility to be rented out and bronya’s nice enough to think about the other civilians whose plans might be ruined because of her personal endeavors. the times that she is able to go outside, she takes you for a walk in the gardens. you both walk down the flower path, talking about anything and everything. both of your hands are intertwined as the both of you admired all the kinds of plants that managed to withstand belobogs harsh climates.

at the end of the path awaits a picnic she readied herself, she insists that she should be the one to prepare without any help from the servants to add her personal touch. the act of preparing sandwiches and picking the right blanket has special value to bronya since she can’t be there for you to do acts of service most of the time.

after your appetite is satiated, both of you lay down to admire the sky. bronya falls asleep besides you peacefully, even sleep is a luxury the supreme guardian can’t afford nowadays so you’re glad to see her rest. you press a kiss to her forehead as bronya forgets the worries of the planet and the responsibilities of a huge title.

“peanut butter and jelly, check. grilled cheese, check. orange juice, check. apple juice, check.” bronya mutters as she goes through the menu she prepared for the third time. it’s not as grandiose as one would think when dating the supreme guardian but she prepared a little bit of each, to say the least, to make up for the simplicity.

she heard footsteps from behind and saw you approaching. she wipes her sweaty hands on her skirt, your relationship has been going on for quite a while but still you never fail to make her nervous. “sorry. i hope i didn’t make miss supreme guardian wait for too long,” you smile at her and bronya’s heart soars. “you’re just in time,” she pats the spot beside her. you sit beside her not before raising your eyebrows at the plethora of food baskets laid in front of you.

“bronya, you didn’t have to prepare all of this,” you were touched to find the amount of effort your girlfriend put. “this is the least i could do. i’ve been neglecting my duties to you, allow me to make up for it,” she takes your hands and kiss the back of it, a gesture she couldn’t do in public.

stelle

the perfect bonding time for stelle is rummaging through trash cans together but since not everyone can appreciate the art of opening trash cans she’s fine with something similar. that’s how most of your dates are: going to junk shops or thrift stores. she like going over all the trinkets even if the item doesn’t have any particular use or is unable to operate anymore. she’s more interested in the history: how it was made and how it ended up there.

i feel like she’s also interested with unopened safes or treasure boxes and she’d buy them just so you can both guess what’s inside and opening them together. think of blind boxes they sell online. then you’ll make up wild stories of the items.

she’s probably friends with the owners and the staff. everytime both of you go somewhere new you’d both make it a point to go to the local junk shop. it helps both of you to learn about the lifestyle and culture of the planet.

you probably have a pile of random things that stelle found in your room. most of the time they remind her of you something like “this toothbrush made me think of that one time you washed the sink” or somthing. the item doesn’t really correlate with the memory but its more than enough to prove her unconditional love for you

you hear a knock on your door and you open it to find your girlfriend beaming at you while holding up two trash bags. “look what i got, babe!” she smiles at you proudly. “that’s great, stelle! i’ll go prepare a bath,” you say as you automatically head towards the bathroom, you were used to this. “nuhuh, where do you think you’re going?” stelle drops the reeking trash on your bedroom floor and snakes her hands around your waist to pull you close to her.“

we’re not going anywhere until i get my kiss,” she blinks her eyes at you like a cute puppy and you sigh before grabbing her sides of her face for a passionate kiss. she hums against your lips as the weight of her body crushes you. you both pull away breathless only for her to pout at you like a kicked puppy, “one more."

seele

seele may not admit it but she likes hanging out with kids. she says they annoy her and the only reason she’s with them is because she doesn’t want them causing headaches to natasha, who already has a lot on her plate. sometimes she says there is nothing to do anymore ever since the underworld and the overworld has been bridged and most of her former work is being handled by the silvermane forces.

but you know better, you never miss her little scowl every time she doesn’t find where the kids are hiding or hear her small grumbles when they ask her to go around town to find scraps for their play house. but you also don’t miss how she looks at them with the fondest eyes paired with softest smiles.

and if there is one thing she loves as much as she loves playing kids that would be seeing you play with them. you see it evident every time you catch her eyes while you lift the kids up in the air or pat them in the head or let them ride you back. and seeing you and the kids smile reminds her of why she joined wildfire in the first place, to protect these priceless smiles. she looks at the scene and suddenly she’s thinking about ways on how she can ask if you wanted to build a family with her. a family she could give the love she had that she wasn’t privileged to when she was growing up.

seele’s hands trace the back of your palm as you both lay in bed. you recognize it as the behavior she does when she wants to tell you something but couldn’t. so you switch from your position of laying flat on your back to face her fully to let her know your attention is on hers fully. she heaves a sigh, squirm and squeeze your hand in a series of fast motion and before you can react she’d already open her mouth.

“someday, it doesn't have to be right now, . it doesn't have to be anytime even, if you don't want to," seele starts and her eyes fly around the room. you rest your hand on her cheek and caress it.

another sigh escapes her. "someday, would you like to have a family with me?” seele asks and there’s hopeful tone in her voice that makes you swoon. “if that’s what you want, yes,” seele replies almost instantly. “no, i’m asking you.” and you response without missing a beat as well. “yes, i'd love to have kids with you, seele.” you say as you stroke her features and seele feels her eyes become wet at your words.

march 7th

it goes without saying that march likes taking pictures. and her favorite subject is you. there is a whole album of you in her phone that contains so much pictures she needed to buy several memory cards. she likes taking pictures in bursts so there are a lot of similar photos but she never deletes them even if the difference is a centimeter change in angles, she argues that each photo is precious.

she picks out the ones she likes best to print out and put in her scrapbook album. she spends hours on picking the right one and there are countless times where she has to resist the strong urge to just print everything. she writes the date of when it was taken and some notes (more like whole paragraphs expressing her love) to commemorate what you did that day. she decorates them with things that reminds her of that day. for example, she would take a picture of you with a flower crown and the page is decorated with the petals from the same flower. below that is a little message of what the flower meant and how it suited you.

when she is finished she gifts them to you on your anniversaries. and when you’re away or she has to go on expeditions, she definitely brings it with her to browse through when she misses you.

march delicately flips through the pages, caressing the photos, the colorful letters and the little stickers she vividly remembers putting there. “i can’t wait to see you again,” you can hear the pout in her voice through the phone. “give me lots of kisses when i come back?” she hates being away with you but the photo books make it a little more bearable.

“of course, as many as you want,” you say on the other side as you look through your own copy of photo book. a pile of them from when march gifted then to you on your anniversaries or when she felt like it. “or maybe you’d prefer something more than that?” you add suggestively. march turns bright pink and looks at a particular black leather bound photo book.

ruan mei

ruan mei can get a little occupied with her research to the point that she ignores her well-being and sometimes you just have to remind her that she hasn’t ascended to aeonhood yet and her body is still human with human needs and human boundaries.

she is not used to having other people care for her so the concept of it is relatively new. she was definitely surprised when you come to her lab with some snacks or some tea. and the thing with her is that, at first, she thought it was hindering her progress. maybe it’ll take a fight for her to actually realize she’s taking it for granted and apologize with feeding you with sweet treats, made by her of course. on the other hand, you learn to differentiate the time where you should step in or not over time.

however, ruan mei would grow too accustomed to your presence in her lab and would actually starting want you there more and more. before she can even realize, she’s putting more hours in her studies just so she can see you barging in with your cute frown, becoming slowly addicted to the warmth she feels every time she receives your care.

“i’m just gonna leave it here,” you say as you gently place the tray of cheesecake and orange juice on the unused table. “take a five, babe. the cheesecake wouldn’t be as delicious if you leave it for too long,” you give her a peck on her forehead and the scientist leans to your touch a little more so she can feel your lips better while her eyes scan through papers.

you turn to head towards the door and take your leave but a cold hand catches your wrist before you could move further away from her. “stay,” her tone was more commanding than pleading and her eyes are still trained on the words in front of her. but you knew she wasn’t reading it anymore. her hand goes to the nearest chair to pull it beside her but her hands paused suddenly. her palms hovers in the air for a second before she retracts it and pats her lap. you raise your eyebrows in amusement but indulge her nevertheless. after all, who were you to refuse.

herta

even in your relationship, the great herta is a bit too prideful for her own good. that’s why she relies on her puppets to convey her emotions to you but even her puppets are emotionally constipated so there's not much of a difference. but it's herta so she still makes it work in her favor anyway. after all, she can just tell you its a ‘malfunction’. she makes them do her bidding such as keeping you company under the guise of ‘babysitting’ you or gifting you new technology that makes your life a tad bit easier which she likes to call ‘letting you test a prototype’ or giving you ‘leftovers’ that looks a little too fresh to be called one.

we’re talking about herta here so naturally she’s the first one to grow tired of the own arrangement she made. eventually, she feels her chest getting a little tighter every time she watches her puppets do acts of service for you doing you favors. she actually asks nous about the feeling and how to get rid of it. the aeon just laughs at her, saying ‘maybe you found your new research topic’. and the poor scientist just blinks at the higher being.

she’s a bit lost on how to overcome the feeling so she just pops up randomly throughout the day and stare at you because she doesn’t know what to do.

“she should go to the basement to find out what’s going on,” the puppet beside you comment as you both watch the horror movie playing on the large screen in front of you. you still don’t know how you roped her into this but here you were.

“what? no, that’s the worst thing you can do. that’s like the big no no in horror movies,” you argue as you look beside you to find that the small woman beside you is not a puppet anymore but rather the herta herself. you move back in surprise after a double take, “what are you doing here?” herta moves an inch closer. “it was my turn to babysit you,” the woman shrugs nonchalantly as her hand reaches for the popcorn on your lap.

robin

it’s only natural that the renowned singer dedicates songs to you and she does, there are countless songs and several albums singing her love for you. robin insists that no melody can truly convey how she feels for you but its the closest way of expression. she never release them for obvious reasons but there are some that are vaguely coded enough for the fans not to speculate that she releases. and her heart is full every time she sings her never ending emotions for you for the whole universe to hear.

but it doesn’t end there. no, robin is too much of a lowkey freak to keep things sfw. she has tracks, albums that recounts your nightly adventures with her. too explicit that anyone listening would probably have a heart attack hearing the sweet robin sing such filthy lyrics. she makes you listen to it in front her and she never tells you which kind of song it is because she enjoy seeing your face turn a shade of darker red with each beat.

oh and you best bet she incorporate your sounds as well, blending your moans and hers with the sound of vibrator over a slow, sultry beat mixed with her breathy voice that is a drastic change from her usual sweet, honey one.

“darling, you promised me you’d help me record a new song,” robin muses as she puts her hand over her mouth to giggle while her other hand curls inside you enough to hit that spongy spot. she reaches for the mic beside you and hovers above you. you watch her as she gives it a dirty lick and a kiss before putting the mic closer to your lips so your moans are transmitted to the speakers surrounding the studio room.

your amplified sounds echoed throughout the room and it drowns the sounds of your pussy squelching over robin’s fingers. “if you can last through two songs, i’ll give you a treat,” she sings in your ear.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere(?) Jing Yuan

MY HUSBAND ✨

A little warning though. I quit playing HSR after 2.something. I don't remember. But it's because my devices can't handle it anymore :( at least I got Jing Yuan before I deleted the game. So I am probably going to put some wrong information here. Especially the timeline. Forgive me! Also,I lied. I'm not making this fic NSFW. Have some not so good angst LMAO Of course, there's spoilers so... Spoiler alert! Notes: Highly OOC Jing Yuan. He's a lonely man fr fr. Also, an extra long fic as an apology for disappearing like that lol. Also, not even sure if this counts as yandere. But just to be safe, i'm putting it here. So, dead dove, do not eat.

Being a long time trailblazer from the Astral Express made you develop quite the wanderlust in you.

You were originally from Xianzhou. A spoiled kid of a rich family that decided to embrace the free life when the Astral Express first visited your planet.

You developed a strong friendship with Himeko and Welt, alongside treating Dan Heng and March as your little siblings/children.

When Stelle arrived in the Astral Express, it seems that your little family is complete. Sure, Stelle may be a little gremlin with a Stellaron inside, but hey. Family is family.

When the talks of going to Xianzhou appeared, you volunteered to guide Stelle and March around alongside Welt. You did miss your family, and wanted to prove that you weren't the same immature person before.

Well, you know what happened next.

The wharf being abandoned, littered with mara struck soldiers...

It seems that Xianzhou became worse for wear.

Fearing for the worst, you urged the three to follow you and defeated the Mara stricken soldiers in such precision.

Seriously. You follow Nihility since you want to be more laid back in your life. But why does life keep forcing lemons down your throat? Now, it's even your family being dragged in your bad luck!

You got dragged by the three around until you all got to the square, and immediately bade goodbye for the time being. Promising to help them as soon as they need to. For now, you need to get back to your family.

Once you got to the manor, you burst through the door and was immediately smacked to shit by your parents.

"YOU PRODIGAL CHILD! NOW YOU COME BACK HOME?! HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR FACE..."

A nagfest, you took in their worry filled words with a sharp edge before calming them down. You asked if any in your family have been mara stricken, but all of them shook their head thankfully enough.

Then, you noticed a man by the tea room. It seems that your parents forgot etiquette and abandoned their guest.

"AH! Forgive us, General! It's just this child... Oooh this child!"

You took a peak and was stunned.

Jing Yuan. The guy whose family is from the Realm-Keeping Commissions? And he's the general now? That's...

"You remember Yuan-yuan, right? Y/N'er?"

Oh you remember alright. How can you not? You loved this man a lot.

You squirmed under Jing Yuan's golden gaze that's filled with an unreadable emotion that you're sure had to do with your past.

And the past is what he desperately holds onto up to this day...

"General! The astral express--"

Jing Yuan's usual relaxed demeanor stiffened, his eyes going rigid. If one looks close, the chess piece he's holding onto cracked, making it glitch.

His face softener a bit as to not scare Yanqing more who stepped back a bit.

"Is that so? Thank you for the information, Yanqing. You can go rest now."

The kid nodded before walking away and leaving Jing Yuan alone.

His world, once so bleak and dry, suddenly had a drop of rain that he once missed and took advantage of, thinking it won't go away.

"Y/N..." He whispered to himself, putting down the piece and washing his face with his palm.

Other than Jing Liu and the others, you were one of the few people he's close to. Ever since you both were in the academy, you've always didn't like his quite stubborn nature. He didn't like his academic strand, wanting to be a cloud knight.

He noticed you pulling a face whenever he cuts classes, sleeps, loafs around... Sure, you were spoiled to bits, but at least you have the decency to be good in school.

So, he made it a point to annoy you greatly. Always popping around the block wherever you were, following you while talking your ear off... Doesn't help that he's a classmate, it's a daily annoyance that you gradually welcomed over time.

It's a friendship born from being together all the time. You watch him train with Jing Liu, taught him stuff he didn't understand, and in return, he would teach you how to fend for yourself since you always told him you wanted to travel the galaxy.

And that friendship developed into something more intimate. Exchanging shy giggles, flirty whispers, firsts of everything... Even without a label other than lovers, you both knew that you two are destined and tied together. Soulmates, if you will.

He's happy that you were by his side. With the quintet and you, how much more happiness does he need in his life?

But sometimes, so much happiness meant that there will be a terrible thing happening the next day.

Fortunately for you, you left Xianzhou before the Baiheng incident in the process of saving the Xianzhou Yuque. It was a timely flight that Jing Yuan supported so that you will be safe from the chaos that will unfold.

Unfortunately for Jing Yuan though, he paid the price of seeing his friends fall one by one.

Baifeng, sacrificing herself when fighting Shuhu, Dan Feng creating a draconic abomination in the process of trying to ressurect Baifeng and solving the Vidyadhara reproduction problem, Yingxing being backfired and becoming immortal stricken with mara, and JIng Liu, also struck with mara.

He watches as his beloved quintet crumble to dust in such a short time, even defeating his own beloved master in order to save so many lives and bring justice to those lost.

Jing Yuan had no one. No one to turn to, no one to confide in.

In times like those, what he yearned is you. For you to return, for you to look at him with so much grief, concern, and care.

All he wanted is your hug, your reassurance that it wasn't his fault, and it wasn't his burden to carry.

But you didn't return. Not even a peep, not even a soul.

700 long years of waiting, of bottling up his emotions that it almost spilt over.

Sure, he's happier now, but is he truly happy?

Deep inside, he kind of resented you for being so blissfully unaware of what happened to him. Of what happened to the quintet. You never even contacted him in those 700 years. Did you just forget your relationship just like that? Did you move on from him? He thought both of you were together forever?

Then slowly, he got jealous. Of you, at first. Just travelling across the galaxies without a worry in the world. How selfish of you to just run off to the farflungs of the universe just to never contact him again. Shame on you. He's a worried lover! How can he not? Then, he got jealous of the people that you must have met. How much were they charming you that you forgot about him, your soulmate?

He started visiting your family in year 300 too. Consoling them and telling that you were gonna go back home. When? Soon. Like really soon.

He found solace in your family that started treating him as their own son. Taking care of him when he visits, entertaining him with a game of chess, maybe even talk about their life.

He also heard more stories about you. About your spoiled attitude outside of school, of your rebellious years, of your wants and needs to see the outside. It's as if he's living vicariously through your parents, and relieving your memories in order to not forget you.

Then, he starts yearning for your presence once more after just trying to forget you.

It's a never ending addictive cycle that he's lost in the deep trenches in.

You were the only constant in this godforsaken world, the wine he yearns to drown himself in in order to forget his problems. But his problem is the wine, his problem is you. But the alcoholic he is, he continue to guzzle down the addictive taste until reality blurs with fantasy. In which a picture perfect world existed were nothing went wrong, and you were still there back in his arms.

Over the years, he somehow got over it. Turned to tea, thought about stuff. But your family reminded him so much of you and told so much stories of you that he became so attached to the idea of you.

He started a little hobby of writing letters to your non-existent being. Thinking you'll read them in the future. He refuses to believe that you're dead and rotting in a ditch somewhere. He knows that you're alive. He knows it.

He wrote down what he wishes to tell you, on what he wanted to do with you once you come back like a little drink, maybe even roam around and show you what Xianzhou looks like after 700 years.

Then, it devolved into his frustrations, anger, jealousy, and grief about what happened in those measly years. On why he wanted to have you so bad with him, to have the only remaining friend with him by his side. He wants to cling to you, to finally have a full on restful sleep, but also yell at you for leaving him behind.

He thought of the people that made you forget him. Of the people that took you away from him. Yes, they may, no, they ARE the reason why you weren't returning home. They must be.

He knows he's wrong. And he's working on it. A few letters down the road had him apologizing, telling he's in the wrong, and started writing about what to do once you come back.

Until those letters carried a weight that he's thinking of.

What will happen if you decided to stay in Xianzhou this time?

What will happen if something or someone made you stay?

What if, Jing Yuan forced you stay?

An absurd idea, but those letters quickly became a drawn out plan on what he'll do to make you stay by him, by his side. Eternally until the end of both of your lifespans.

And those letters were now safely kept in his hand. They will not see the light of the day.

The time he knew that the Astral Express came to their wharf, with Yanqing telling him, he immediately ran to Fu Xuan to know who are the passengers of the train that stepped out to help.

And there you are. You chose the path of Nihility. Fitting for a person like you who wished for everything, yet nothing. A spoiled kid who only wanted meaningless vices and thrills to fill the void inside. You grew up so much just as him.

What is this feeling inside? Relief? Resentment? Guilt? Love?

Woah, love? Really? Does he really still feel love for you? Or is that just a byproduct of the putrid mix of emotions inside of him?

He always knew his feelings for you never disappeared. It was supposed to be just a harmless puppy love that is forgotten over time. Like come on, it's been seven centuries.

But seeing you there, with your mother still nagging you, and your eyes locked onto him with an excited, naive look on your face made those forgotten emotions resurface.

And unfortunately, became an unfortunate ingredient in the rancid pot of emotions he bottled up over the years.

The General, known for being laid back and relaxed, can feel that image slowly crack and crumble every step you take towards him with a smile on your face.

It's so painful. How can you have that sweet smile on your face while he had to endure so much guilt and pain that he doesn't deserve to undergo?

What's worse is that your smile was lifting so much off of his shoulders to the point that he wants to drag those problems back to his shoulders and stubbornly hold onto them just to prove you a point.

He can't believe you had so much power over him. It's driving him insane how your mere presence shook the centuries worth of healing that he did for himself.

The conflicting thoughts started to whirl in his head.

He wants you to stay, but he wants you to disappear now that you're actually here.

In those mere seconds, he composed himself and gave you a soft smile. A smile that usually had a lazy quality in them now looks rigid.

"Y/N, my love. How are you? It's been seven centuries!" Calm and composed. That's what he wishes his voice sounds like.

You, sweet, oblivious you, hugged him with such a smile on your face. After all, Jing Yuan was your lover. And you hoped that he didn't hate you that much from not communicating.

"Yuan! I'm so glad I met you here again! Wow... You're a general now! How cool is that?!"

Your excited voice grated his ears to the point that he wants to cover it vehemently, but he also wants to get a hold of it and hear it over and over again. Reassuring himself that you're actually here in the flesh with him and not just a figment of his fractured reality.

With a smile, you grabbed his hand and got out of your parents' manor, wanting to apologize to Yuan by catching up.

Are you really that insensitive? Such naive thinking that by only talking things out, the problem will be resolved. Well, in your defense, you didn't know what happened with JIng Yuan and the quintet. All you knew is that they grew apart from the looks of it.

You didn't undergo the same traumatic experience that Jing Yuan did, the agonizing isolation, the years of waiting for that somebody to come home, and your mental health devolving into something more sinister, something that crosses with your logic multiple times.

But here you are, flashing your carefree smile at the dying Jing Yuan who squeezed out a chuckle.

He wishes that you burn in hell. He wishes that HE burns in hell. He wishes to burn with you, spending the last agonizing minutes with you finally in his arms again.

He grasps your hand, wrestling out an apology in his mind to you.

But he can't let you go until you knew of the agony you left him with.

And that's going to take a lifetime with you by his side, shackled and ruined.

It has been a whirlwind of emotions.

You saw Dan Heng, turn into your old friend Dan Feng. Well, his visage anyways. Were you that blind to not see the similarities? Or were you blocking the image out of your mind in order to protect your own peace?

And Yingxing, no, Blade. When did he turn into this immortal, suicidal maniac who wishes for nothing but death for himself and revenge?

And it's Dan Feng's fault? Dan Feng would never!

Your image of Dan Heng/Feng started to mix, making you dizzy and confused.

Baiheng. She died? Did she really? So did Dan Feng's ritual work or not? Did she reincarnate? Is she somewhere out there?

What happened in those years?!

And Jing Liu... Jing Yuan's master. Mara stricken and committed a massacre. That Jing Liu?

Jing Yuan even defeated her himself... Oh gods, did he just carry that burden all by himself? All those years... Centuries of pain and suffering that he didn't deserve.

The carnage, the aftermath, the result of grieving.

It's almost too much to bear for you.

And you were just out in the world, travelling and being all wishy washy, enjoying yourself with your newfound friends?

For gods sake, you were Jing Yuan's lover! Did you just forget about him just like that? Then those promises. Were those fake and surface level?!

How about your old friends? Did you even consider them? In those seven centuries, did you not even think of them?

Of course you did! But you swore that you thought that they're going to do fine!

Guilt riddled your weary body. Exhaustion catching up to you as you wept in your room.

So much to process, so much to grieve. It was almost too much if it weren't for Jing Yuan there to comfort you. Telling you that it was okay, that it wasn't your fault.

But what if's kept popping up your mind. What if you returned earlier? What if you were there for Jing Yuan? What if you didn't actually leave?

And Jing Yuan was so nice throughout the whole thing. You only talked to Dan Heng for a little while, but you need more time.

You felt so selfish for being like this. Why are you so affected when you weren't even there?

That's it. You weren't there. You weren't there for your friends, for Jing Yuan who only has you.

Seven centuries of loneliness... How did he even endure it?

You wanted to share the burden so bad, to be with him and atone for those time lost. You want to be there for him.

You are a terrible lover. A terrible friend, and a terrible person. Those phrases continued to mingle in your mind and wore you down to your barebones.

Now, even a sneeze from Jing Yuan warrants you to panic.

And Jing Yuan had a sick sense of satisfaction from seeing you wallow in sorrow.

Again, he knows it's wrong. He knows that he shouldn't be delighted in seeing you suffer.

But that side of him loves the attention he thinks he deserves. The care that he's deprived of, the love that he's blatantly robbed of.

So, he eggs that anxiety in yours on more by talking about the past and the pain he went through, his eyes narrowing in an indescribable stare as your person gets hammered down more and more.

It was eating him alive. But he assures himself that this is just temporary. Once he felt satisfied, he will start fixing you up again good as new.

And, as your parents urged you to finally marry Jing Yuan, and you nodding in desperation to make it up to him more from the centuries of neglect as his lover, Jing Yuan apologizes in his mind once more, and holds you close.

Hello love, you certainly gave everyone a scare. They're all just thrilled to see you safe and sound. As for this latest little game of yours, thank the stars it's over. Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system? Good, good. Everyone is so relieved. Welcome home, Y/n. -Jing Yuan

(Original, unedited quote from White Diamond in Steven Universe)

[jiwep]

Impassive/aloof dom gn!reader x sub! jing yuan

I have no idea what I'm doing I've been seeing all these concepts(?) here with hsr men and I just thought "I could do this"

Warnings: Nsfw, reader will be gn and dom as mentioned in the title, jing yuan will be sub and basically be trying to make you fall for him while failing miserably a few times until they break that aloof wall you have around you 24/7

Ps: I'm not a good writer, this is just for funsies, if you have any ideas go ahead and mention them

You always have a blank expression on your face with slightly half-lidded eyes, almost as if you're bored with nothing interesting going on around you, that stoic expression never left your face. You even earned yourself a few nicknames, them being "ice statue" and "silent statue" or just "statue", you were also quiet. Nothing seems to peak your interest, and he is determined to make you change that stoic expression.

He greets you as he usually does as you work, you glance at him, that same expression on your face unchanging, you mumble a small 'Greetings general,' with that monotone voice of yours, which I'd also as smooth as silk. He wonders what you would sound like when calling his actual name in a different tone.

He waves his hand across your face to catch your attention, maybe that'll suprise you? No you just look up and look at him like : |, he sighs, "Can you at least act suprised?" he complains, "No," you say simply. You're the first person who treats the General of the Loufu like some random insect that you don't care about. Sometimes, you don't even spare him a glance, he just got lucky today.

On another day, he walks up to you as you carry around scrolls, he thinks to himself "let me try something else today," so he pokes your waist.

Not even a flinch.

You turn around to look at Jing yuan, that same damn blank expression on your face. It's not like he has a problem with your personality, but he wished he could see a change in your expression or body language one day, and him being your lover doesn't make it any better, since he really wants to see more sides of you.

The next day, he tries something a little different. He buys some peculiar items, which are cat ears and a cat tail. He walks up to you while you're napping on your desk and puts the cat ears band and cat tail on you, "sleeping on the job, are we?" he chuckles, as if he's any better. Your eyes flutter open, making him smile at your sleepy face. You sit up straight, not even realizing you looked like you were at a cos play convention. A few of your coworkers gawk at you, they've never seen you like this, they're basically shocked. You? The statue? Wearing 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? They must be seeing things, they think.

You noticed the weird stares, then look up to see your general stifling a laugh. He must've done something. You grab your phone and open the camera, immediately seeing the cat ears on the top of your head, except, you're not suprised or embarrassed. You just look up at Jing yuan, your eyes still slightly half-lidded as usual, "Did you do this?" you ask him. He chuckles, "Yes, they suit you," He points at the tail attached to your lower back, you turn around to look at it, your expression still doesn't change. You simply sigh and take the ears and tail off, setting them aside on your desk, "You can take these back," you said with that monotone and slightly quiet tone of yours, jing yuan huffs, he failed, again.

He was getting desperate, so desperate. It's been days, no, weeks since he's been trying to break that stoic facade of yours, it's been keeping him at night, whike you lay beside him, blissfuly unaware of his struggles. He stared at the ceiling of his bedchamber, thinking of ways to make you react, hell, even a twitch would be enough. Finally, he gets an idea, though it's not something that should be done in public.

The next day, he takes a shower and enters your shared bedroom, with only a towel lossely wrapped around his waist. He walks inside and sees you there, sitting on the bed while scrolling through your phone, you look up and see him half-naked, causing you to raise your eyebrows. You two have never actually had an intercourse, and have never seen each other's naked bodies, and you were a virgin, so this was new to you, and he knew that.

"Ah, dear, I didn't know you were in here," He smiles innocently, and lying down on the bed beside you. "... Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" you ask, he simply chuckles, "I'm just going to relax for a bit, I'll put on some clothes later," he really hopes this will work.

Before he even knew it, he felt a hand on his chest, tracing circles on it, he fights the urge to grin, he opens his eyes and looks at you, "what are you doing, hm?" he asks with a sly smile. "Am I not allowed to touch you?" you ask, "Not at all! Please continue~" he gives you a sultry smile.

You inch closer, making his heart rest faster. You cup his cheek and lean in and peck his lips, you never actually knew you how to give a French kiss, jing yuan was your first, so you just sticked to innocent pecks, but he wondered if that would change today.

He licks your lips, making your eyes widen. 'finally,' he thinks. He keeps begging for entrance into your mouth until you finally part your lips slightly and he quickly inserts his tongue inside, kissing you slowly and gently since he didn't want to scare you away.

Jing yuan expected that from here he would guide you, therefore making him the one that would penetrate 𝘺𝘰𝘶, but what he didn't expect is that 𝘺𝘰𝘶 would be the one taking the lead, placing your hand on his thigh and stroking it, making he gasp into your mouth. Your hand trails up his thigh, going under the towel around his hips, making him shiver. Was this really happening?

He did not, and I mean did not, ever, for a second, think that he would be the one being pounded, not be anyone, and especially not by you.

You kept thrusting into him, making him see stars as you hit that spot that made him moan so loudly and squirm. With his back arched and his legs spread apart by your hands under his knees, gripping his legs tightly like a vice as you told him to keep his legs open as he squirmed. It felt good, so good, even better than what he ever expected, especially since it was 𝘺𝘰𝘶 who brought him closer to the edge and pounded him. After a while, he finally climaxed, his body relaxing and his lips wet with saliva. He breathed heavily, his eyes droopy, you came inside him right after, breathing heavily, your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes focused yet still slightly half-lidded. He thought you two were done, until you pulled him up and made him sit on you face.

After that, he would beg you to do it again with him often, that's how much he loved it.

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Welp this was rushed (idk how to write these scenes I have no ideas lol) but I still tried my best to write this well. Hope you enjoyed it.

[mxdarling]

[FABLE OF THE STARS]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: just who are these people who live beyond the cosmos and stars? well, question no further for the fable of stars shall tell you their tale.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 1052

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: fable of the stars #1

[part two]

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me.

[warnings:] bad metaphoric writing, bad attempt of character analysis, lowercase, not spoiler free, can be considered a x reader work if you squint, noah tries explaining HSR character lore (and failing miserably).

KAFKA, STELLARON HUNTER.

she is the embodiment of something to be greatly feared, yet the very concept of fear is none of any familiarity to her. coming from a planet wherein not knowing fear is the norm, she embarks a journey as a stellaron hunter to search for value in life. she's a kin to a spider, weaving and intertwining several threads of fate—turning into another one of destiny's thousands of faces, pulling you in, luring you in, till you find yourself caught in her web of whispers, at the mercy of kafka herself—unable to get out of the web she has created for you.

creeping and crawling, she is a master of not letting you expect what her next move shall be, wondering what she will do next leaves you quivering with anticipation and anxiety. slipping past the fingers that have tried to put her in a cage to be captured are left with just a mere glimpse of her, one might say she holds excellence in leaving you on a cliffhanger. she is the unknown danger that many have fallen victim to, the reason why wanted posters are loitered across the streets to remind you to proceed with caution in mind once you've caught sight of any appearance of her.

mysterious and alluring, the lack of information shrouds her in many secrets, how many do she have, how many do we actually know, the mass amount of questions she evokes is a feat itself—she really is a compelling yet treacherous individual. just by looking at her alone, she already attracts your attention to her, not even a finger has been lifted, this force beckons you to her, this curiosity begging you to see past the soulless eyes of hers—perhaps there's more that meets the eye.

"a member of the stellaron hunters. a dashing, collected, and professional beauty. used the enchantment of spirit whisper to set up a trailblazer to absorb the stellaron. her hobby is shopping for and organizing her collection of coats."

BRONYA RAND, SUPREME GUARDIAN.

born in the underworld, she was chosen from the masses of children, to be taught and to be trained to lead belebog to its peak. as the chosen heir, she is the diamond among the rough, fortunate enough for her shine to pass through the gaps of thousands of rocks. through the rigorous education she has received, the young and capable princess you see now is trying her absolute best to not fail her people, to lead them into a life of prosperity, and to make belebog the better place she has envisioned her mind since she was a child.

'make the world a better place' a thought that pushed her to go through countless of lengths for her people, her determination is one like no other, she is one admirable commander—setting her eyes on a goal, finding a path that gives her the most leeway to that goal and if she doesn't find one, she makes one instead. despite the countless praise and leadership she holds, she too has seeds of doubt implanted into her mind. she is as human as the rest of us, questioning whether her training she's received is enough to lead her people to the lives they've always dreamt of.

discovering her mother's secret and losing her in that same process, bronya has a lot to shoulder—she has worn many heavy silvermane guard armour for most of her life, yet nothing has ever been more heavier than death itself. she recalls the first funeral she ever attended, her savior that sacrificed his life to save hers—at the cost of her being alive, he died in her place instead. she couldn't even see the face of the person who traded his life for her safety, she wishes that their places could be swapped, yet what difference would that make? one out of the two would still be dead no matter what. learning to bear these heavy burdens is the only way to become a true leader, the young captain had told her in the past, and to that she replies, he's right.

"heir apparent to the supreme guardian of belobog. she possesses pride befitting a princess, but also the determination and integrity of a soldier."

HIMEKO, THE NAVIGATOR.

the girl who was lost, who walked and walked in the dark night till she lost her footing and fell straight to the mud. the girl who was a college freshman and majored in interstellar travel dynamics, the one who saw the express drifting in the ocean—lost and alone, just like her. the one who repaired the express when it hit her homeland, the express asked her whether she'd like to travel the stars together, she pondered what kind of journey they would embark on. a journey to the beginnings, it says—let's go then, she replies with no hesitation, just as you brought me home, so would I take you home, too.

she packs her treasure in a suitcase, molecular saw, an escaped satellite, and countless other contraptions. she carries her suitcase around as proof of the many things she's discovered and set her eyes on. a history of all the planets and adventures she has gone through and the many more she'll encounter in the near future. she knew how lonely this journey would be, passengers would come and go in the express, even if she got to know them on a deeper level, even if they stayed with the express to start till finish, it's all but momentary.

her memory serves her well, no matter how many companions she comes across, she remembers all of them like she just saw them yesterday. the little habits, the little routines, the all-nighters that dan heng pulls to organize all the docs in the data bank, march 7th's habit of sleeping in the most, welt's expression when he first taste her handmade coffee, her chit-chats with pom-pom, she remembers them all—the birthdays, the anniversaries, hobbies. when the day comes they all depart from one another into separate ventures, the moment they all say their goodbyes, she'll smile as their travels have come to an end.

"the one who repaired the astral express. to witness the vast starry sky, she decided to travel with the astral express. her hobby is brewing handmade coffee."

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[author's note: saw a hsr tweet about these revelation cards and my hsr obsessed ass said "imma write about that" and so i made this. you might noticed i didn't write march and that's because i wanna do three people per fabe of the stars instead of four so it be even, yknow. i can't guarantee a part two to this but if my motivation is up for that challenge i might do a part two who knows.]

[iniziare]

followed for kafka, stayed for the ever beautiful attention and deep introspection on characters and lore but also wonderful mun -insert hug emoji i am not on mobile dkjnfd-

Prompt: Why you followed (back?) and stayed. // @aventvrina

Z, you always appear out of nowhere when I least expect you, and so the smiles that you bring me are really quite massive. I still remember the follow from you back in the day, and the excitement that I had when you seemed quite taken with what I wrote for Kafka, despite it being (if I recall correctly) during a peak of when many people were picking her up as a character, and how much my approach (apparently) differed. And then you showed such patience with me, and it means so much to me that you're still here, bearing with me through my absence and total snail-speed, and never once having ceased in showing interest in not only Kafka, but also the others in HSR. So all of this means a lot coming from you, and I appreciate it all greatly. Thank you. And I can only return the sentiment, because your dissecting of Aventurine over this long period of time has been nothing short of exquisite, and I've thoroughly read all of it. And I'm happy, infinitely so, that the first step to writing together has been made (and with such good details, I still eat up the ask), because I am so looking forward to this dynamic, and the many chats about them in our future. Thank you for this again, Z, I really, really appreciate you taking the time to send this in.

[goldom]

AFoLiS author commentary Part 3-3

Okay, let's get this one done with.

Oh yes, the start of Interlude 4 took me forever to write, because I had an image in my head for Firefly's dress (it wasn't based on anything, just made up), but I had no idea about any of the words needed to describe dress parts. Stelle's suit, on the other hand, was something I'd seen in several fanarts at the time, though I don't know who came up with it first.

"the wall sconces have are dimmed" uhhh yep good job perfect sentence. Annoying thing is Word even has it marked as having a problem, but it's so unreliable about grammar that I just tune it out, boy who cried wolf style.

OH, okay, it's here! I was wondering when the first one would pop up. Parallel occurrences between the two. Pulling all these out for myself is the biggest single reason I wanted to do these notes.

If you ever saw a phrase and thought, "Didn't the author already use that exact line before?" Yes, and it was intentional. Even the game has Firefly point out that the SH are the AE's shadow to their light or whatever, which is super emo, girl, but yeah, they are mirrors of each other. But not in the sense of one being the dark and the other light. Not at all. I wanted to write it so that both, despite all their differences, would continually find themselves thinking identical phrases, often quite far apart in the story. This was on purpose.

So here in Part 3 Interlude 4, when Firefly says she grew her hair out for Stelle:

You didn’t have to do that almost leaves Stelle’s lips. But she did. She did it for you. That makes it even more beautiful.

Then allllllllll the way over in Part 5 Chapter 23, when Stelle gets made up for her, Firefly has her parallel:

You always do and You didn’t have to do that run through your mind, but those aren’t the right choices. “You’re stunning,”

And, little sneak peak for the probably nobody ever gonna get this deep in these notes, this idea actually will get another mirror from Stelle later in Part 6:

You want to tell her she didn’t have to do that. She didn’t have to. But that would be an awful thing to say after the fact. She did, and she did it thinking of you.

What's it about? Wait and see... Okay, moving on.

Stelle dumps out the champagne in a potted plant. I always meant to reference that later with a 'mysteriously' dead plant in the parlor, but never did. Oh well.

Stelle explains the journal. I was surprised to realize I never actually had her say to Firefly that she thinks it uses the Glamoth psychic bond. I think I just thought, well it's covered in the "fade to black" of her describing the journal, but because it was never actually shown, I got to have her explain it later in Planetshine, and it was a beautiful moment.

"World." The word "world" has caused me so much stress. In phrases like "save the world" or "in the whole world." Doesn't work in space sci-fi, does it? In early parts I was using "galaxy," until I realized HSR takes place across multiple galaxies. Sometimes I use "universe," but it sounds so forced, so sometimes I just say "world" and figure people can understand it's just a saying.

Her wife. What an incredible phrase.

I think this was the first time I put any focus onto the fact that this is a gay relationship and that that's something special, and I barely dipped a toe in it. I think I was nervous to, because for one, it's just not something canon will ever actually address, and also it's just generally not done in yuri media, (which I absolutely would call this part of, as opposed to being a descendant of western lesbian fiction). But then, titans of the genre like Bloom Into You do address it, and they're better for it. I wouldn't really dive into the topic further until Part 5. And uh. Part 6 is gonna be something.

I keep having to have Firefly know less about Stelle's mission for the SH than she really ought to, simply because we don't know about it, and I couldn't have her keeping that secret in my story for years to come. I might break canon when I need to, but I'm not going to write my own end of HSR before the game itself reveals it! I think, given their prior relationship, it's believable that she wouldn't be let in on the details.

One of my favorite things about doing a long series like this is being able to go back to scenes from earlier parts and reveal moments that happened off camera (because I hadn't thought of them at the time) but are now relevant. Okay, saying it like that sounds like a lazy writing cheat, but there's only so much you can do when publishing serially, since I can't just go back and add scenes to earlier chapters. Their moment watching the comet is one such thing. It didn't get much focus here, but then Stelle remembers it again in Part 4 with new details.

Firefly's little comment on how she views Sam as alive, though she knows they're not sentient... that kinda went nowhere. When I first wrote it, it actually more overtly said Sam had an AI, but like a day later I read an impassioned post about how someone hated when people treated Sam as a separate person, and it made me reconsider. Turned out to be the right choice, because they're not. I probably wouldn't suggest it at all if I wrote this now, but I won't take it out.

So, after finishing this interlude, I was fully in a hurry to get them back together. I stuffed in a few entries just to feel like there was some time passing. I think the pacing would have been better if there were a lot more, but my heart couldn't keep them apart any longer in real-time.

As long as she’s alive, there is always hope. That’s what I believe.

I wrote in the entry about Cocona. Based of course on canon-Stelle's line, "But I know… as long as there's life… there are possibilities." And let me tell you. You know, if you're someone who is reading this far in, you KNOW how happy I was when I saw her say that. Once in a while, canon-Stelle is exactly the character I want her to be. I loved Cocona's story so, so much.

Uhhh and then in the next entry the girls have psychic make-out time or something.

Oh and here's the entry written when I broke my keyboard and pretended it was Stelle breaking her phone. You know... I bought a replacement part, but never actually changed it out. Right now, my left ctrl doesn't press right, and the tab key clip is broken so it falls off every couple days. I should probably install the replacement. But I've gotten used to the way it is, and it means taking apart the entire thing.

P.S. We’ve been invited to the opening of the Radiant Feldspar airship on Penacony next month. You’ll be one of us by then, so you can come too! Wanna make a cute date of it? Everyone will be so jealous of me~

So I've never exactly addressed how that went down in my universe. Reminder, this was all written between 2.2 and 2.3. Probably never need to. The implication is that nothing of interest happened, because of course my Firefly's third death happened elsewhere. I did find a way to point out in Part 5 that Stelle is not the Feldspar's captain. Not for any plot important reason, just because it never had a chance to occur in my version.

Aside from slightly shorter hair, she looks exactly like the girl Stelle met in the Dreamscape

Huh. I forgot that. I guess by this point I'd already decided to abandon the "she looks different" angle. The comment here was about her wearing her signature outfit, but yeah, I guess she... uh... man I don't know, it'd make more sense for her to start looking the same post-cure. You know what, I'm gonna change that line, it doesn't actually make sense.

The decision here to hide their relationship from Himeko and Welt was written after those two's reaction to Stelle going feral in Part 4. As I mentioned at the time, I was writing parts 3 and 4 concurrently. After having them react so negatively to Stelle, I realized I needed them to not know the two were dating, or else it'd be really out of character for them to be so cold. So I went back to the end of Part 3 and had Firefly want to hide it in order to prove herself.

Wild how things actually make more sense when you write the whole story before posting chunks of it lol.

Here's I think the first instance of Stelle's negative self image, which is still an ongoing challenge for her. I originally thought of giving her that issue based on the fact that she looks really out of place for a girl in a gacha game – she's, like, a normal woman, y'know? Not hyper sexualized, not hyper cute, just normal. And I LOVE that to be clear, but if you were her, surrounded by all those other people, wouldn't you feel a little plain? Though, she also has other reasons for her uncertainty that are still forthcoming.

And uh then they have sex for the first time. Even though I faded to black over everything explicit, I had never written anything like that before and was so embarrassed by it.

And then Stelle gets sad that it's the end of the story, which totally isn't the author talking nope.

We close with a photo of the journal, the framed selfie (printed out on one of those machines at the drug store lol) and a fuzzy blob that's supposed to represent Amber. But actually, it's not a dog at all! It's a stuffed polar bear. Which... accidentally became Firefly's stuffed animal later in Planetshine. The framed photo is still sitting here to my side. The frame originally had an old picture of me with my spouse, and I was gonna just use it temporarily and put us back in afterwards, but then I took more than a passing glance at it and realized it was a pre-transition photo of me, and I decided, y'know what, I'd rather look at StelleFly.

The End! Tomorrow, onward to Part 4.

[leverythingbluel]

Exactly. I agree with your points a lot. I didn't wanna hijack your original post with my ramblings but here we go lol. Also these might turn out completely unrelated to your points so I apologize in advance

I really like how Honkai in general handled it's characters and that goes about Welt. Cause the series really shows us that these are amazing people who still have tendencies that makes it hard for them and the people around them.

Your points about the pains and the frustration of being close to a hero reminds me of what Tesla tells him in the 2nd eruption.

That's literally what he's always been and he never really changes. It makes me think about the parallels of what he himself experienced being close to Welt Joyce as a child.

He could've had a normal life maybe with his mother but Joachim's father was a member of AE and close to Welt Joyce. Being close to a hero like him meant losing a lot of great people that he deemed his found family. Welt Joyce himself made the choice to sacrifice his life to save a city. And Joachim sees Welt Joyce as his role model which explains a lot about his character now.

He acts according to his own principles which unfortunately gets in the way of his personal life. He believes in kindness and helping people, be it strangers or the people he holds dear. And it's not easy to admit that he often prioritizes this principle and worldview that he inherited from Joyce.

BUT I don't think he'd go through with this decision of leaving Joey if the situation on earth had been any different. It's a lot more stable than it used to be and Honkai isn't really a threat to their world anymore. Joey is in custody of Tesla when he's gone and there's no crossfire between Schicksal and AE and they have enough forces to take on possible threats when he's gone. so I think one of the reasons he's very calm about it is that he knows they're probably safe and Joey isn't in any danger and has a responsible caregiver with him. Someone who in this sense, is more responsible than Welt himself.

On the other hand, he's just pathologically curious (a nerd) about everything that he sees. The world of hsr is full of wonders for him, everything is new and peaks his interest to learn more. I honestly think he's gotten more creative inspiration there than anywhere cause it's a completely new environment than the one he's used to, so he's honestly having fun. He can see things and have experiences that he couldn't have on his home world or as OP put it, an opportunity of a lifetime.

I'm guessing the fact that Joey was safe and earth was stable had a big part to play in his decision to join The Astral Express. I don't think Joey know much about Welt's past but as far as I remember, he knows the jist of who Welt Joyce was. But I think he'd understand Welt's choice to take time for himself.

But yeah all of that is considering that his family did receive that message. I personally like to think that they did, cause it just makes things easier. But the thing with hsr is that we really don't know how it works in relation to the imaginary tree. Cause things are just weird in the world of hsr. The Astral Express travels between "worlds", but what are worlds in HI3 terms exactly? Are they planets? Cause they're all relatively small. Are they in the same universe but just really far apart so it requires complicated measures to travel between them? Like really far outer space? Or are they completely different universes and the express travels between bubble universes? It's all really all over the place and it changes the situation a lot so it's all inconclusive for now.

But yeah overall his character just peaks my interest a lot I could go on and on but I wanted to keep this related to your original post but yeah that's that lol

It hit me hard when Welt echoed the sentiment Yukong had with Qingni, seeing as he's a father himself. From the tone of his voice, I can imagine him thinking about Joey the whole time.

But, I can't help but wonder if he feels sad that he hadn't gotten the chance to see Joey grow up. Welt believes that being a father means doing everything in your power to protect your family, even if it is at the cost of your own life. He lost his own father when he was a child, and I wonder if he feels guilty that he subjected his son to the same fate.

His own family doesn't know where he is or if he is still alive.