#jing yuan; musings

[noctether]

brainstorm.

Given how much Jing Yuan yearns for living freely, he'd love to hear about adventures from the people he knows and treasures. He can't leave the Luofu, has his own duties to shoulder, which leads him to have a dull and repetitive life. Of course, he's the one that makes it so, for he treasures the lives of his people more than the thrill of battle, and exactly this is what turns his life so dull (to make sure he won't be fighting losing wars, to be certain that no one will die under his command, he has to have total awareness of all situations, and it puts a deep weight over his shoulders).

In a perfect life, he'd still have contact with Jingliu, Blade, and Dan Heng, and they would send him occasional updates about their travels. How the weather changes in a particular planet, a cute animal they found while passing, the view of the night sky in each corner of the galaxy.

That's not just because they know Jing Yuan would like; that's to say, "you may not be here but I still think of you". That's to say, "you are not as alone as you may think". In other corner of the galaxy, of the universe, yet still, against all odds, the one in my mind is you. Because that's what Jing Yuan himself feels. And it might never come to happen, and for Jing Yuan, that's okay, because he doesn't love his friends expecting them to love him back. Love isn't something on two ways, no one is obligued to love you back just because you love them so.

That's why, if he ever got to trade mundane pictures of his own life with someone no longer close, even if it is only pictures, no text whatsoever, he'd probably be the happiest.

Jing Yuan is so easy to please that it hurts. How badly were you deprived of affection, that any gesture brings out your surprise? At least, you found a reason to keep moving-- and it must be enough. For you, it must be. Because you don't believe there might be something else beyond this that could anchor you as duty. Because you have no one else to anchor you. That's the fate of these that turn themselves into anchors-- no one look at you as a person anymore.

[cruel-hiraeth]

you don’t notice jing yuan’s whisper-pale body hair right away—not until your fingertips first dance across his bare flesh, losing their footing and landing on his strong chest. your face burns with how thrilled you are; there’s a world of new sensations for you to explore. carefully, you comb through and examine the snowy thicket, diffused lamplight catching on and reflecting off of each strand. forgetting yourself, you lean down to rub your cheek against his pecs, the silvery down pleasantly rough against your softness. you hum. a large hand cradling the back of your head grounds you, drawing your gaze up to meet his: feline; molten gold; entranced.

[fairsweetlonging]

i just love disney princess shen qingqiu, like that man is just made to walk barefoot through the forest and sing with the birds while carrying a basket of flowers and foraged goods while deer and rabbits and squirrels follow him around and butterflies perch in his hair like little ornaments; he will sit down near the lotus pond to practice the guqin and the sunlight hits the water like a golden shower as forest critters gather around him to listen, and he has the most beautiful singing voice that pulls in anyone who hears it.

he is the epitome of a beautiful, kind and gentle scholar, though he remains woefully oblivious every time someone talks about qing jing peak's flowers or treasures

[yaekiss]

#Mailroom Open!　─ Hello Qi! I hope I am able to get this letter in before the cutoff 😖 May I send a love letter to yan!Jing Yuan, and have him address a Foxian!reader w gn nicknames?

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To my dearest Scoundrel,

You are quite the terrible influence my dear general, are you aware of this? How am I supposed to resolve this trade agreement with our fellow Xianzhou flagships in a timely manner, when you have more or less conditioned me to take naps during most hours of the day?

Truly despicable of you really. And on top of that, your "parting gifts" you left on me are still very tender; very distracting from my work. Efficiency and diligence, I fear will be strangers to me during this trip.

Regardless, I hope you are doing well and are not causing to much trouble for the commission during my absence. (Please try to not stress Fu Xian too much, I don't need further distractions from her blowing up my phone because of your shenanigans.) Maybe if you are on your best behavior, I might even give you a reward. Perhaps even something of your choosing if you are especially well behaved~.

Before I sign off and leave you to return to my work, I have sealed a gift for you. Consider it...my own unique "parting gift" to you until I return to you. Which I know in our vast lifespans will be over before you know it my beloved.

-Sincerely, your sleepy vixen

(Enclosed in a small red and gold box, is a simple blue collar with golden accents and filigree with a note that says "wear it until I come back ;)" )

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Jing Yuan, no gendered terms for reader, Jing Yuan calls you "my tranquility", unhealthy obsessive relationship from Jing Yuan, lightly implied drugging, mentions of reader topping and edging Jing Yuan, quick mention of biting and blood, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: You have quite the roster of guards at the door of your hotel room huh? Looks like nothing's going to slip past them if they were chosen by Jing Yuan himself! ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

As you return to your temporary quarters after sitting through a particularly arduous trade meeting, you’re alerted by your guards assigned to you (by none other than Jing Yuan) about a suspicious delivery left for you while you were away.

Inspecting the box, a laugh escapes you when you catch the ink paw prints of a lion stamped haphazardly on both sides of it. After explaining that this was a personal delivery from the Xianzhou Luofu’s Dozing General, it seemed to dissolve any remaining apprehension your guards had and they handed the box over to you. Thanking them for dutifully carrying out their work, you step into your room.

Your room is spacious, ridiculously so. Why would one person need such a massive room for themselves? It’s the kind that only a general could manage to procure. The open sliding window leads to a balcony that showcases the bustling lively environment of the streets below and a cool evening breeze fills the room. Settling down on the edge of the bed, you set the box in your lap.

Upon opening up your delivery, it seems that Jing Yuan had prepared a pair of gifts in return for you. The first of two is an intricate small glass spray bottle set within a satin-lined box. The small tag tied around it says, “Some of the fragrance that I often use. For you to spray on your pillows when you sleep. :3”

Spritzing a fine mist onto your wrist, the scent of your lover wafts from the area; not too strong such that it’s unpleasant for your keen sense of smell, nor too faint that it’s hard for you to pick up. The fragrance is soothing and familiar, a thoughtful gift that will no doubt improve the quality of your sleep, as evident from the yawn it draws out from you.

The second gift you retrieve from the box is a soft sleep mask in your favourite colour. Sliding it over your eyes, you find that the fabric is smooth against your skin and the mask manages to completely block out all light, fully blacking out everything. The elastic strap isn’t overly tight but secure enough that it ensures that the mask doesn’t slip off too easily. Perfect for tossing and turning. 

Finally, laid at the bottom of the box, is the reply from Jing Yuan, concealed in an elegant envelope. The quality is top-notch and flawless, and it’s sealed securely. Running your hand over the envelope, you feel the crest of the Cloud Knights embossed lightly on the surface. You break the seal and remove the letter contained within. 

His handwriting is steady and dignified, each and every brushstroke on the page graceful. At the end of his letter, is his own name seal, stamped in red ink. Jing Yuan’s reply reads:

“For my dreamlike haven,

My apologies, it seems that Mimi got its paws on the box while I was out of my office and left a couple of paw prints on the sides. Sigh, you should’ve seen how much ink I had to clean off the surfaces, truly troublesome. Perhaps it knew that the box was meant for you and wished to leave something for you as well, haha!

I have to admit, Mimi is not the only one missing you, my tranquility. I find myself looking over to my side to ask for your wise input on things, only to realise that you’re away. Fu Xuan laughs at me whenever I do this. :( 

It's just not the same to take afternoon naps without you by my side. Nothing is as comforting as your warmth in my arms, or for me to jokingly complain about the tips of your furry ears tickling my nose when we cuddle together. My slumbers are no longer restful when I can’t spend them with you, my tranquility.

The things I would do to have you next to me again. Are the marks and scratches I left on you still visible, my tranquility? Judging by how the ones you left on me are fading, I assume my parting gifts left on you are doing the same. Would you let me mark you up again, and won’t you extend the same generosity to me too? I yearn for your searing touch, my tranquility, for your fangs to pierce my skin and bring forth the vivid red beneath. Whenever I close my eyes, the only thing I can see is you, as if you linger in my every thought and dream.

Speaking of dreams, it seems that lately, my dreams have taken quite a raunchy turn. The starring role for all of them is obviously, you, my tranquility. You’d have me pliant and satisfying your every whim. In one, you had me bent over my office desk, fucking me hard as I rocked back against you. In another, you were edging me mercilessly, over and over again, until I could do nothing but beg helplessly for my release. That look you had in your eyes still sends a shiver down my spine. I’m hoping that soon, you can help turn these dreams of mine into reality.

Additionally, thank you for the collar, my tranquility. I’ve taken the liberty of adding a charming little bell at the front of it, I think you’d find it quite endearing. (And perhaps deserving of a reward? :3)

Do take care of yourself, or else I might just have to come and do it myself, haha. I’ll try to be on my best behaviour but no promises! I miss you dearly, my tranquility, come back to me soon.

Your rascal of a general,

- Jing Yuan -

P.S. Remember to use the fragrance on your pillows and the sleep mask!”

Rising from your seat on the bed, you pack everything back into the box before stepping into the shower to… cool off after reading Jing Yuan’s letter. In the bathroom, you find yourself relaxing as the water patters on your skin. Your ears flicker slightly whenever they pick up noise from beyond the locked door. A shout from the busy streets below, a soft sigh and the tinkle of a bell, the water splashing onto the floor around you.

Whilst clothing yourself, you lift your wrist to your nose and sigh when the scent of Jing Yuan has expectedly, (begrudgingly), been washed off. However, when you return to your bed, the scent of him still lingers, one that wasn’t here before. 

Your heightened foxian senses can just about make out where it’s concentrated the most, and it points towards your pillow. It’s saturated with the smell of him, to a disconcerting degree. Lifting it up, you’re greeted with the sight of the usual red ribbon he has tied around his hair.

The world falls silent around you.

He was in your room.

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[berryblooo]

We’re about to get the 1.2 update and finally learn some more about the tumultuous past between Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, and Jingliu but god if I’m not more than a little happy for the first three that they’ve found a new community and family after their previous one was lost.

Dan Heng has the Express crew.

My hope for him in the story is that he has a moment where he realizes how much they’ve come to mean to him. He’s been so focused on running from his past that maybe he forgets to cherish the present.

Jing Yuan is the general for the Luofu. The whole ship looks to him for leadership.

He’s no longer that little boy looking to his master for guidance. He has Yanqing, Fu Xuan, Yukong, Tingyun—the whole Luofu.

Blade has the Stellaron Hunters.

It can be seen as purely transactional. Blade is a useful weapon and they’ll give him what he desires: death. But the little details the story sprinkles in—Kafka calling him Bladie, him accompanying Silver Wolf to arcades—shows that there’s fondness too.

I highlighted these three specifically because I don’t know if or think that Jingliu has found something else since the quintet.

Her appearance in Yanqing’s quest leads me to believe otherwise. She and Blade are very similar—struck with Mara and having certain ways to control it, yet all the more disconnected from reality and dangerous for it.

But the crucial difference is Blade has people he can rely on. It’s clear the Stellaron Hunters take care of each other in their own unorthodox way, even if it’s just following Elio’s script.

Jingliu doesn’t.

TL;DR found family matters. Those four were once family and their most important connections, then it fell apart.

Three of them have managed to find other people in their grief and it makes all the difference.

[lightning-etc-lord]

Mr. Jing in the night.

When he walks up to the stage, a sudden expectant silence follows. Jing Yuan is dressed pretty well— with a black sleeveless turtleneck that displays his biceps and forearms, cropped just under his chest to allow a good view of his abdominal muscles. He wears pants, too. Red ones that hug his thighs perfectly, the leather of it displaying the curves at each flex of muscle. And he knows he’s going to give a show, knows he’ll be the center of these people’s eyes. It only makes him more mischievous.

The pole is a friend, one that he knows well. Jing Yuan greets the pole first by spinning around it, then turns towards his audience with a sheepish grin— and grips the bar with both hands before launching his body up, hooking a leg around the pole as his muscles flex to hold his weight. He’s upside down, giving a spin, until his hands leave the pole as well and all holding him two meters above the ground are the muscles of his thighs. The clothes, although covering well, can’t hide how strong his legs are. Jing Yuan rolls his hips to the rhythm of the music, then trade his position to stand upright, both feet on the ground once more. As the music becomes more energetic, he climbs the pole again, this time holding himself with both arms and letting his legs dangle a little. Every movement is slow, even though the music is beginning to go too fast. Until he hooks another leg around the pole, bending his waist backwards to the middle, following the rhythm of the music with his arms and neck instead.

After a show of pure strength, the man hoops off the center of the platform to mingle with the customers. He dances while walking, coming up to y/m/n with a grin that is both devious and innocent at the same time. Naughty. Yuan climbs on y/m/n’s lap, bringing one hand to their neck while the other traces their lips. He tightens his grip on their neck slightly, and licks his own lips, clearly full of ill thoughts. All the while, his hips keep rolling to the rhythm of the music, never actually leaning all of his weight over the customer. He links their hands eventually, allowing touch. Once both hands are on his abdomen, Yuan raises his arms to motion accordingly to the music once more, flexing his muscles to let the customer feel just how hard he works out.

Once the exploration is over, he winks to y/m/n, smirk on his pretty lips. And then he’s gone, sliding his body one last time against his customer’s before he’s climbing back to the pole. Yuan holds it with both hands above his head, skin glistening with sweat and glitter as he keeps dancing, turning and tossing his own body to give all kinds of views. By the end of it he’s breathless, cheeks pinkish, but his mischievous smile doesn’t die. He knows very well what he’s looking like and isn’t apologetic at all. "Interested in a VIP session? Just ask for it at the entrance."

[pinkrose05]

Shoutout to Jing Yuan for appearing every single patch for six (6) patches in a row now.

[wri0thesley]

welt - who has held himself back from how much he wants you because of the age gap, because he feels like a dirty old man when he wraps his hand around his cock and imagines it’s you - watching you shamelessly flirt with a greatly amused general jing yuan, who has centuries on him, and getting so guiltily jealous over it <3

[reallyrandomtj]

@draconiclotus

"What a fascinating thing to read."

[lorelune]

I loved your calibrator reader fic so much. Legitimately made me tear up more than once i felt the emotions so strongly. But also one sided beef with dan heng is funny. My brain is so geared for polyship though that i'm like "nnooo shh don't be mad at him, meet him and kiss them both" (not trying to push you in that direction to clarify! That's just where my brain goes)

AH thank you 🥺 honestly i am honored producing tears is the highest praise!! thank YOU for reading and enjoying!! 🩷

the one-sided beef is VERY funny. calibrator is so deeply ... damaged and insecure at this point meanwhile dan heng is healing his relationship with the xianzhou (and jing yuan). i do LOVE a polyship and would love to kiss both jing yuan and dan heng on the mouth but tragically cicatrix is not the piece for the poly jingheng musing (cat biting cord emote)

HOWEVER. i am cooking a scene where there will be some Explicit Flirting by feixiao to beloved calibrator :3c

[frostretainer]

psst, like for a little bird in your inbox~

[cruel-hiraeth]

lion hybrid jing yuan who refuses to go to sleep unless you allow him to groom you…

[relaxtimestwo]

MC sitting alone in the VIP waiting for the next story update (featuring Qingque converting Himeko into another Celestial Jade player).

Photo taken by March.

[sercphs]

About Seth: Immortality

Verse || Honkai: Star Rail

⠀⠀⠀⠀Seth's age is in the upper reaches of known Xianzhou Ages, putting him somewhere around Jingliu's age - however he doesn't show even the most base signs of being afflicted by Mara even after centuries.

⠀⠀⠀⠀In ages past, this came from the fact that Seth could be considered a man of single-minded focus and purpose. For many centuries, Seth was a warrior on the front lines of any conflict the Yaoqing found itself in and cemented himself as a swordsman of incredible skill. Seth's focus and commitment was as sharp as the blade in his hands, and it allowed him to walk the fine line in his mind that kept him from ever falling to Mara.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Through unrelenting time and entropy, Seth remained unnaturally level-headed and decisive, long since setting his personal emotions to the wayside so that he could continue to walk that line he needed to. After all, he refused to ever become an enemy of the very thing he swore to protect for so long as he lives: The Xianzhou Yaoqing. Even now, he has come to reside as its Vice General, and though his battlefield now is political and paperwork, his commitment is unwavering and unshakable.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Or it was, until the day that an Emanator of Finality was brought to his attention, and he followed the only course of action he believed to be correct in that moment: making contact to know if there was a danger to his home and people.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Unwittingly he brought Terminus' gaze upon himself.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Though unafflicted by Mara, Seth was easily overpowered by the second consciousness that took root in his mind alongside the gaze, and was only narrowly stopped by the combined efforts of multiple parties that came to meet the newly awoken Emanator Consciousness that was driving his body in place of him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀When returned to control of his own body, Seth's condition had changed - the blessing that powered his body and prolonged life had once come from Yaoshi, the Abundance, but that had been effectively burned out of him by the new authority. Instead, when Terminus had cast THEIR gaze upon him, he had been engraved with the Sixth authority of Finality: Death.

⠀⠀⠀⠀In this sense, his immortality born of Abundance was overwritten by an immortality born of Finality. No longer was his life extended for the sake of the Aeon he hunted, but it was extended for the sake of the Aeon he loathed to imagine returning. Now living forevermore for the sake of bringing about Finality's return, Seth's new battle of focus is against the second mind that slumbers within his body.

⠀⠀⠀⠀A body that cannot age, nor can it die, a body eternal - sworn in servitude to the forces that the Vice General grows increasingly less trusting of. Even the Path he strode for much of his life has come under scrutiny, for even Lan of the Hunt brings him unease.

⠀⠀⠀⠀To the Vice General, this undying and unyielding body is forevermore a curse and blessing intertwined.

[perditus]

|| Starter for @eternalbxtterfly -- Jing Yuan ||

He's done quite enough work for the day as far as he's concerned. He could possibly do more, but Jing Yuan knew the 'benefits' of rest. Surely the man had done enough to earn himself this little trip to a cafe, relaxing outside at one of their small tables while he sips from his tea. Of course, his attention is drawn from his small meal to a familiar face passing through, a smile gracing his lips.

" So the nameless have graced us with their presence so soon again? Hopefully a more casual visit this time"

[pinkrose05]

Did the HSR sorter thing going around and- yeah. yeah ok that tracks.