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pyract0 · 3 months ago

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╰┈➤Angst thoughts (Hsr edition)

☁︎First proper post back in a bit over a month! Will start writing longer stuff again but gonna go a little slower for now. ☁︎Short! Might write longer fics on specific one's at a later date but more just putting my thoughts down currently! (Lowkey cooked these up at like 1am while laying in bed) ☁︎ Warnings: Angst, just angst with no comfort. Love angst even though it physically hurts me to read or write, Mentions of death/ loss. Gore and cannibalism for Jiaoqiu's part ☁︎ No specified gender/ physical descriptions, referred to as "you", Jiaoqiu has a longer part cause first time writing for him :) ☁︎ Jing yuan, Blade, Sunday, Dan heng, Boothill, Jiaoqiu ☁︎Part 2, Part 3

╰┈➤ Jing yuan

You being his spouse at the same time he had Mimi, someone who helped care for the big cat. Not being a long life species, you were bound to pass before him and when you did, he kept everything of yours tucked away somewhere to preserve your memory. Yet as more time passes, he slowly begins to forget your face and over the centuries all his photos of you eventually end up lost or destroyed.

Imagine Jing yuan napping more frequently the longer that passes trying to engrave your face into his memories, but with each passing day your face becomes more and more blurry.

Eventually he forgets you all together, only having a name that no longer holds any meaning.

╰┈➤Blade

Yingxing being hopelessly in love with you but never asking you out, knowing his time with you would be limited due to your species being that of a longer life span. A while after his "death" you also pass, never finding out of his true feelings, seemingly hitting the end of your love story that never took off.

You meet again in your next life, running into your reincarnation constantly during his time in Penacony, two lost souls who managed to find their way back to each other. Yet, you don't remember him and you are one of the only things he does recognise from his past.

Blade who is now stuck with you, never losing his past feelings and forced to watch as you start anew with someone else because he was nothing more than a stranger now.

╰┈➤ Sunday

Sunday doing everything in his power to reinforce the dreamscape, to make it the place for you to spend out the rest of his life together. When he loses his fight and everything comes crumbling down, being taken in by the Astral express, he loses you too.

Not because of any deal that caused eternal separation, simply the fact that the dreamscape was the only thing keeping you from being simply a memory. He had already lost you, yet the place created allowed you to return to his side.

He had refused to accept your death when it happened, now it was like you had died all over again.

╰┈➤ Dan heng

You who he had never even met, never uttered a word to yet falling for. Dan heng who retained some of his previous incarnations memories, including those of you. He could never have you, didn't even know if you were still alive. Couldn't even recall your name but he found himself growing attached.

He was stuck in the past, living through someone else's eyes, yet he didn't care if it meant being closer to you.

Though you were forever out of reach.

╰┈➤ Boothill

Boothill who after the loss of his family and home planet, keeps a flash drive of his happiest memories somewhere easily accessible to him. Often spends his nights when he isn't completing bounties just watching through his life with you and your adopted daughter like a movie.

Though he eventually loses the drive, maybe destroyed or simply misplaced in a haze, feeling as if a part of his was lost. Gave up his own mortal body to extend his life to avenge you, but without the constant reminder he cherished begins losing hope.

╰┈➤ Jiaoqiu (This is based on a theory(?) I saw of borisin meat being capable of healing, gore and cannibalism warning!)

Jiaoqiu who after losing his vision to the poison, slowly starts losing hope of finding someone able to heal the injury. You, his spouse who was born with borisin blood, feeling guilty even though you had no part in the incident in the shackling prison. Wanting to do something, anything if it meant helping him, you used yourself to heal him.

As a denizen of the abundance, your body had something that was keeping you seemingly immortal, healing you beyond something natural. You exploited it, at the risk of your own life.

It started off small, extracting your blood and using it as "medicine". Yet it wasn't enough, and you were too stubborn to fail the promise of restoring his eyesight. Then it was half of your own vision, an eye for an eye. Still nothing.

Without knowing he was eating away at you. Literally. The incision from the kidney you tore out of your own body was messily stitched, chunks of your flesh missing. Even if he Jiaoqiu could tell something was wrong, he never mentioned it, ignoring the distinctive, metallic scent that made his nose twitch is discomfort. He had always liked your cooking, yet the meat began to feel off the more days that passed.

Bandages became like a second skin to you, ivory stained with a deep crimson that kept spreading. Maybe it was more he needed, maybe something of more worth, you weren't going to stop until he could see again.

Your liver? You can live with half of one.

If it meant repaying the sins of your species and their crimes, you were willing to sacrifice your body for your lover.

And eventually it began to work, Jiaoqiu waking up being able to see. Albeit blurry, he could see, to make out the shape of your stumbling form coming closer to your shared bed he occupied. You had succeeded in fulfilling your promise, just for his last memory of you to be that of you collapsing covered in poorly wrapped bandages and sloppy stitches over your abdomen.

╰┈➤ Note

Don't know what possessed me to write Jiaoqiu's, not my usual thing but I got the idea and lowkey had to write that down.

Sorry for all the deaths, you get 5 big booms. 💥 💥 💥 💥 💥

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anyacad0 · 6 months ago

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I am a huge high cloud quintet enjoyer so it may surprise you to learn that I absolutely hate the quest “Clouds Leave No Trace”.

let me explain. I will admit that a lot of it stems from my issues with Jingliu as a character. I appreciate that she’s meant to be cold and detached, but what bothers me is that although she says considers herself to be a sinner alongside Yingxing and Dan Feng, she constantly acts like she’s better than them, criticising them, acting as if their choice was an easy one while hers wasn’t. Her humility feels incredibly insincere, and she becomes very difficult to empathise with as a result.

then there’s the quest itself. I split it into three parts.

one: redundant infodumping

For the first part of the quest, Jingliu, Dan Heng and Yanqing travel to different parts of the Luofu so Jingliu can bid farewell to her past home. It’s basically a plot device for her to drop some lore about Yingxing and Baiheng, which is fine on its own, but the problem is, none of the information she gives is new. All of it was stuff we could already figure out from character stories and other in-game text.

the second issue with this part of the quest is Dan Heng’s presence, or rather, lack of it. Considering he’s the main character tying the quintet subplot into the main story, you’d think he’d be important to the quest focussed on them. But he’s just… there. He says and does pretty much nothing. You could cut him from the whole quest and it wouldn’t be any different.

In fact, Dan Heng also suffers greatly from the timing of the quest. If we look at the voice lines for IL, it’s obvious that he’s a snapshot of Dan Heng shortly after this quest, since he knows Blade is the one who made Cloudpiercer. Ichor Of Two Dragons also seems to take place at the end of this quest. This is an issue because both release in version 1.3, making the quest which takes place in version 1.4 feel like a regression in his character development when actually the story was for some reason out of order.

part 2: Dan Feng gets mischaracterised to hell and back

This is the worst part of the quest by far. Jingliu does her self-righteous monologue and nails the coffin shut by giving the most biased description possible of the Sedition.

she first says that Dan Feng was trying to revive Baiheng. Dan Heng’s and Jingliu’s character stories reveal that this is probably not the case, and that his actual goal was to create another high elder,

she also says that the reason Dan Feng did what he did was selfishness and an inability to accept Baiheng’s death. She fails to mention the fact that the Xianzhou treated him like a convenient weapon instead of an actual person, that he hated how many innocent people died in the war between Aeons, that his people were going extinct because of said war, that he hated how he gave the Xianzhou the power to cause so much death, that he had probably attempted less dramatic rebellions in his past lives to no avail, that the high elder succession was incredibly screwed up and he didn’t want to have to pass that burden on to his next incarnation (granted that lasts part’s only implicit). Not to mention that she didn’t actually bear witness to any of the events she described, only the aftermath.

part 3: Blade monologue

This is the only redeeming quality of the entire quest

he acknowledges that Dan Feng and Yingxing weren’t simply upset with Baiheng’s death, but with the unfairness of everything in general

he expresses genuine regret

and the way he looks up to Jingliu after she tortured him is the only time where that story genuinely presents her as someone who’s done terrible things, showing how she managed to break Blade so badly that he feels thankful for it

in conclusion, do not play this quest if you want to actually understand Dan Feng as a character

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr dan heng #hsr lore #dan feng #high cloud quintet #hsr blade #yingxing

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zeyris-daydreams · 5 months ago

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Jade Dragon’s Iron-Clad Camellias [1] Prologue

Dan Feng x Reader

[ao3] or #df-camellia on my profile! Description is [HERE]

“The scorching sun is sure to give One a heat induced headache. Walk with me, will you?”

Dan Feng already knew the answer. Despite knowing how fire burns, he touched it each time. Something he never quite learned his lesson of, as though he hoped it would falter.

“No.” Your voice remained firm and unwavering as always, and he didn’t know quite why you disliked him like this. It was frustrating, and borderline enraging.

His eye twitched.

Despite his feelings on the matter, he remained calm. Did you not see his efforts? Were you feigning ignorance? The vidyadhara looked over at the inside of your workshop, as if he was thinking of your answer. His gaze lingered on your unfinished ‘artistry’ on the wall, hanging. Waiting to be polished.

”And why is that?” His green eyes met yours once more. You wiped your hands against your apron, the material rough to the touch. Like that you reached behind, untying it swiftly. “I do not need an excuse, higher elder.”

”High elder.”

The dismissive roll of your eyes didn’t escape him. The stained apron which used to be white was laid across the aged table, and you turned away from Dan Feng, walking to the darkened counter situated behind you. “I’m on a break right now.”

”Isn’t it fitting to spend free time outside, when the weather is still generous?”

You however liked the darkness that the workshop provided. The only source of light being one from the somewhat dirty windows, or the raging fire of the stone furnace. It was utterly human, simple. It was comforting.

The high elder felt his chest burn at your lack of answer. Such ridiculous insolence; an utter lack of gratitude. Did you not understand that an important person like himself gave you time of day?

Or was your ignorance drawn from childish pettiness? If that was so, he’d meet your level. He did not expect a short-lived blossom to comprehend the grandness of a tree.

“Yingxing.”

Dan Feng was nothing but a lizard. A snake - in your understanding. He knew how to tug your strings, and even more so lately, with his recent discoveries.

Once he found out about your smithing business, it seemed like his pursuit grew even more relentless. It didn’t need to be said that such business was not appropriate for a person of your stature. Not to mention the blatant lie of being the owner's apprentice.

There was no Yingxing, there was just you.

That remark was a cruel reminder. You placed your hand upon the stone countertop of the workshop, turning your body just enough to have him in your sight. Dan Feng’s expression remained ever so pleasant. “That was not a question. Unless you’d prefer One to tell others about your ownership of.. ‘Cloud Splendor Forge,’ hm?”

His hand motioned to the exit he stood right near, the only thing separating you and the vidyadhara being the desk at which you welcomed customers.

You didn’t want to cave in. By no means actually; to see you waver would give him too much power.

”You wouldn’t dare.”

Imbibitor Lunae smirked, eyes narrowing, almost as though he thought this a challenge. His features were long, sharp - yet his speech was leisurely, relaxed even.

“Do you wish to try me?” His voice carried a tune of mockery, a challenge.

Despite the words you spoke through gritted teeth earlier, you knew he wasn’t bluffing. This was merely a speck of his issues, and he wouldn’t hesitate to fix it - as a High Elder there was nothing he couldn’t get.

Throwing the rag you used to wipe your tools with onto the table, you finally turned to face him properly. You didn’t hide the look of displeasure. Not that he was unaware of your feelings on the matter.

Seeing as you complied, he motioned towards the doors again. “Now, if you allow me.”

With little choice in the matter you took the final layer of your protective garments off, your leather coat sliding down your shoulders. It wasn't as though you had a lot of work to do today, the day had only just started - therefore you weren’t yet exhausted. Like so you stepped to the entrance.

Dan Feng’s fingers easily found purchase around your wrist when you came near him, and he pulled you to himself, roughly. “Let us not cause a commotion.”

A thinly veiled warning.

You didn’t need to say anything, as he so graciously pushed the doors open for the both of you, his firm grip on your wrist replaced by his arm on your back. You were led out first, and he was right next to you.

The first to hit was the bright sun against the cloudless sky, only the protective shade above the workshop’s entrance shielding your eyes from an utter annihilation. It was situated further north of Xianzhou Loufu, attached to other buildings which shared a similar decorative store overhang.

It was unseen for a person of Dan Feng’s status to be here.

Before your eyes fully adjusted to the newfound brightness, his arm guided you along himself down the street, keeping you in the shade. Despite that, you still felt the warmness of the sun. The second to hit was the busyness of the area. You chose to ignore glanes sent your way.

“I do believe it is fitting for us to see one of the gardens? I have heard it is fully reworked.”

His exquisite tone never phased you. It was something you never paid attention to; something unimpressive. As such you would not insist on upholding his level. “Sure.”

Trees around seemed to have been stuck in a forever autumn, their shades of fire praiseworthy. The streets were bustling with life regardless of the time, foxians and xianzhou natives trading together in broad daylight. Maybe some of your own kin would be among them, the only difference being age disposition.

You focused on the area as he led you, admiring the charming stove paved road - and trying to ignore the situation. Being around Dan Feng was the only thing you would do anything to get out of, so it was far too easy to space out. It took you a moment to realise he was speaking. “..although I am uncertain. Is that correct?”

Blinking, you turned your face to the man. That itself gave away you weren’t paying attention at all, seeing the subtle, yet noticeable twitch of his eye.

“I asked if your craft is inherited.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line. One thing about Dan Feng was his unyielding curiosity; if it was not satiated, he’d find ways to amuse himself. In recent days, the high elder’s fascination seemed to have a single focus. You.

“No.”

His smile turned into one somewhat irritated, eyes boring into you for moments before he looked ahead. As you walked with him, you found his hand tightening its grip on your waist slightly. The surroundings changed as you went, headed towards the further outskirts.

Dan Feng didn’t ask again, likely keeping this question for another time. If he did not get an answer now, he would later.

Your eyes have adjusted to the sun by now, more and more trees appearing over the time. Fewer buildings, more greenery. Less noise.

The garden was within sight soon enough, one that Dan Feng wanted to take you to last time. You declined, but it would seem as though he didn’t give that idea up entirely. It was surrounded by garden-style half-walls, akin to ones throughout the city, a structure you’ve grown accustomed to.

The vidyadhara allowed you in first, and you looked around. The garden was mostly a space to spend time in leisure, some land but mostly something akin to a water pond, with three or so bridges which connected to the dry pieces of land.

On top of the water you saw flowers, lotuses growing higher up from the surface, and beneath them emerging waterlilies along their beautiful leaves. This specific species seemed to have been larger.

As beautiful and serene this place was, your admiration was stopped by a voice you didn’t wish to hear. “I find this place great for when I feel inspired, do you?”

You took steps forward on your own to his displeasure, slowly getting onto the first bridge. Your fingers gripped the edge of it for security, aware of the gaps between the wooden pieces beneath your shoes.

The garden was of a great size, yet not enough to be huge. The land not submerged in water had an occasional bench, but no one was around. Dan Feng matched your pace after a moment, a presence you felt right over your shoulder. He kept his arms behind his back, proud and straightened. “Do you?”

”It looks nice.”

Perhaps even saying that much would give him the wrong idea. Last time, when you had told him, ‘I do not have time today’, he ended up coming right the next morning.

Your reverie of appreciating the sun in water reflection was put to an end by the grip on your arm, and he made you stop on the peak of the bridge. “It truly does. That does remind me”

With a slight tug you were made to face him, and had to glance upwards. His head shielded you from the burning light above.

“How’s the refinement of my cloud-piercer?”

It was a question you heard before - an artistry of sorts was demanded of you. Your weapons and craft were strictly for practicality, to cut. To hurt. Dan Feng had an insistence on his weapon being improved practically every other week. Something was amiss, or something was out of place every time apparently.

At this rate you doubted the need for further improvement. You had an inkling that he may just try to find ways to pester you.

With a deep breath you attempted to keep the fire in your mind inside your body. The vidyadhara had a tendency to give you fuel, after which you’d be guilty for your flames. “Dan Feng, the weapon arrived undamaged. Once finished there is no further refinery to be added to it”

”We should strive for constant improvement, no?”

As a representative of long-life species, his stance was utterly annoying - in your understanding. In some strange way, you wanted to strangle him. Not that it would be possible. But it was worth thinking about it, even if just to escape.

“I see what can be done.” You would not. Maybe he brought you here to give you ‘inspiration’.

Regardless of authenticity, the answer seemed to please him. His gaze left your face, aimed ahead, towards the rest of the garden. That was something you could focus on for once. “I knew you’d understand.”

There were gaps between you and Dan Feng that no amount of discussion could fix, the most prominent one being your cultures and ideals. He seemed to have been ignoring that, for now.

Deciding to focus on something else, your eyes lingered on the borders of the garden, the exit at the end. This space was long, meant to be walked through and enjoyed up until the end. Then again the enjoyment would be cut in half due to the vidyadhara’s imposing presence. Maybe it would’ve been nicer to witness this alone.

The elaborate painting on the walls didn’t slip your gaze, drags of paint and decor, one you saw as misguided. Wood that built the barrier between the garden and the outside was a gorgeous shade of brown, one fading almost into cherry. Yet it was smeared by images of drifting clouds.

To Dan Feng, the artistry in them was admirable. To you, it felt forced and unnecessary.

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jymwahuwu · 2 years ago

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Seeing old man Yingxing always makes me giggle. The power this man has over me is insaneeeeeee.

Imagine teasing Yingxing for being an old man, going as far as to tease how much his stamina has depleted after being cupped up in his workshop and not touching you for weeks.

Then you found yourself being split open on his huge dick.

When he fills you, he will switch to fingering, mercilessly finger-fucking your poor pussy, causing his seed to flow out alongside your juices. But then he'll plug you again and fill you again and again, constantly switching between his finger and his dick, to show you off that even though he's a bit older now, you shouldn't--and should never be a brat to him, otherwise he'll have to put you in your place like now.

Also if you ever tease him that he is starting to have a "dad's body", he'll work out again, training his fingers muscle to give you the best fingers you could ever have <3.

CW: yandere, (implied in the past) kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, dub-con

related content: Yingxing wanting a sweet little spouse and keeping them in the house

Um… that's it 😌💞

The new year has arrived. In the past two weeks, Yingxing has been focusing more on forging weapons than ever before. He closed one eye to observe the blade, pressed his calloused palm on the weapon, and at the same time monitored the forging speed of the machine. The hot stove continued to keep the heat, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. And you, his spouse, cleaning and cooking according to his instructions, occasionally putting dim sum and lunch in the basket and taking them to visit him. The workbench is close to home. He left you an authentication key.

He rested with his eyes closed. You wiped the sweat from Yingxing's forehead with a handkerchief and placed your lunch on the empty space on the workbench. He raised his lips when he realized you were here. "Thank you." The two of you curled up in this space, watching TV together. For the past two weeks, the two of you had been sleeping and cuddling quietly - you going to bed first, then him quietly pulling up the quilt and falling asleep with you. You couldn't help but feel a little naughty, teasing him for being an old man, whose stamina must have been exhausted after being in the workbench for weeks.

You get the manhandle and constant squeezing, all of a sudden. Like you said, these words must have aroused Yingxing's attention, and you were split open by his huge cock. He will not allow you to be such a brat, questioning and making fun of his abilities. The hand slaps your ass, giving you some warning, and presses his cock into your vagina as the warm tingle and bliss surround you. His calloused palm, which was used to touching weapons, had a rough, mature touch. Use both thumbs to pull your ass apart from behind, exposing the inside of you, and slam, squeeze, and thrust.

Your hands fell on the soft sofa, and your face was buried on the sofa, with your butt raised up in shame. All that could be organized were sticky moans. "ah…uh…wait…"

Yingxing proves to you his endurance and staying power. After finishing a creampie inside you, he uses his fingers to thrust into you again until you twitch. No rest time is given to you. Those creamy puddles are right there on the couch.

You don't have any chance to argue that you were just joking <3

#blade x reader #yandere honkai star rail #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr blade x reader #blade x you #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #yandere blade x reader

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vivsteria · 2 months ago

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⊹₊⟡⋆ flower field salvation (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

ヘ(><#)ノa/n: i wrote jing yuan, i have to write blade too. hoyo, make blade meta again and my life is yours ㅤpair: yingxing/blade x gn! siren! reader (but it's spelt syren for the sake of quirkiness) reader is from a thalassa; written before thalassa release, idk if there's siren characters or not

⟢ warnings: yingxing mention!, regular mentally unwell blade, mentions of previous injuries, descriptions of violence, gore & self harm (from blade), fluff, reader isn't mute per say but due to their powers they're unable to talk, not beta read

i was heavily inspired by the architect by luxdeoro on ao3, the way they wrote blade was so heavenly, it rlly influenced how i wrote him here!!

"blade."

he opens his eyes.

for once, he doesn't feel it. the ache in his head. the writhing of his organs inside his skin. he remains oblivious to the pace and beat of his heart (the one that isn't his to begin with).

he doesn't feel the overwhelming urge to slam his fingers into the walls until they spray in weird directions, just to watch the bones shift back in place.

the desire to free fall from a building onto the concrete floor, replaced by the desire to sit in silence in this strange flower field he had awoken in.

there were an array of flowers, most being red. hundreds of cannas, roses, lilies, as far as the eye could see. his gaze sweeps the land before settling in front of him. a small tea table, adorned with a teapot and two empty tea cups.

it's the perfect weather for tea.

he watches the flower petals dance in the wind before settling on the lake. when was there a lake?

he instinctively brings his hand to his side, but stops. what was he doing? he should be enjoying a nice cup of tea.

"what tea did you get today?" he asks, his voice was smooth, having only a slightly deeper tilt at the end of his sentences. a consistent pace.

across from him, you smile. "orange blossom oolong."

it's like the world around him celebrates your voice. the wind heaves a gentle huff, just enough to cause a parade of flower petals and to caress both of your hairs, but not enough to cause discomfort of a stayed strand.

he smiles. "this is quite a big pot, we should invite.."

yingxing falters.

you frown from across him, face full of disappointment, then fear. then nothing.

yingxing's vision blurs. the healthy flowers around shrivel and it's like they're screaming as a ringing erupts in the air. or was it his head? they shrivel and stretch, their pain reflected as the noise gets louder. their styles and stigmas like hands and arms reaching out for salvation against the pain.

everything crashes down on him once more.

his head pounds, as though his brain is trying to dig out of his skull. yingxing's bones are screaming for rest, as though he's carried the weight of the world for too long. every pulse of this heart, he can feel as the blood spreads through every tip of his fingers, the way it curls and bends at his folded knees and travels to his toes.

"do you recognize the bodies in the water?"

he looks up, only to see himself, back when he was younger, in a matching pose with his head tilted down and eyes closed. his hair a healthy shade of midnight blue as opposed to the current gray that had arrived with age.

his voice was deeper, raspier. he doesn't remember it sounding like that. where every word was drawled, crawling and scraping out of his mouth.

"do you recognize the bodies in the water?"

he looks over to the lake.

two bodies emerge.

they pollute the once-clear reflective blue with red, a matching shade to the tortured flowers.

"do you?"

yingxing looks back to his younger self, only to see the same red. his eyes, almost glowing.

he stays silent. he did. the water level rose.

"don't you belong with them?" he asks. blade nods. "you think you deserve to live? drinking tea?"

"the only path ahead of you is destruction."

more bodies begin to surface. magenta. silver. black. gray.

and there's yours. not dead. but feasting. you're drinking the red-stained water, until you make eye contact with him. slowly, you crawl up the hill. the spider-lilies tilt opposite of you, avoiding, until you reach him. the one opposite of him, his younger self; the one with gray hair and face full of wrinkles that showed his privilege of aging, of being close to death. you, still making eye contact, lean in and kiss the side of yingxing's face. yingxing speaks again, "when will death come?"

"our death will come soon." blade promises. but yingxing smiles at him. "my death has been bypassed. but yours is left unfulfilled."

blade opens his eyes.

he exhales, closing them only briefly before opening them again. you're in view now. a sad chitter escapes you, akin to a sea otter. it rings against his ears, and he almost loses focus.

"it's fine."

you stare. before giving a big smile, one that's akin to the people that smile in the toothpaste commercial he sees you watching.

he gets up and pats your head, forcing his hand to move despite the frequent on-and-off paralysis. it sends lightning of pain down his arm.

when your hands move, his eyes hone in.

food?

he gets up soundlessly, and you follow.

kafka sets down two plates the moment you both sit down, a healthy display of different food groups and colors. she smiles, "orange blossom tea?"

blade nods wordlessly as you eat.

"you've gotten a lot better with utensils." kafka comments, gently patting your head as she waits for the tea leaves to finish seeping.

it's been several decades since you'd join the stellaron hunters, but preen at kafka's babying praises nonetheless. she eyes blade too, noting how slowly he was moving his hands. she had made sure to set spoons out, knowing blade's pride he wouldn't ask for it, but knowing blade's mobility, he couldn't use chopsticks anymore. luckily, you being the messy eater you were, made blade feel less lonely when using utensils sloppily.

⟢wc: ~900 i wanna write more blade x siren reader like wait let me cook..

#hsr blade #blade hsr #hsr #stellaron hunters #blade x reader #blade x you #blade x y/n #honkai star rail #honkai sr #🤍༉‧₊˚.honkai star rail

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moonsglare · 11 months ago

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jingliu angst where she only tolerates you cus u remind her of baiheng sjjahagsab im dead

[nsft utc]

tw. mentions of vomiting (?), unhealthy/toxic dynamic, identity loss

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.

it began back on your home planet, ravaged and carved by interastral powers of all its resources, leaving behind a gnawing, gaping hole in the ground and the hearts and bellies of its people. you once mourned your more normal childhood—but the hunger in your stomach and in your soul consumed that too. your meals were few and far between, snatched from the hands of other starving husks, and it was the only joy you ever had as a child. the trickery and the thrill. it’s the only joy you get to keep into adulthood, a twisted elation that grants you a place in the cosmic court of jesters; the masked fools.

it’s—predictably—fun. trickery and thrill are the bread and butter of the fools. your mask affords you many, many opportunities for both, and though you have never had your belly achingly empty since, that hunger in your soul is not so easily sated. now, what you crave is the rush, the adrenaline, the oxytocin. and so you dance on marble floors with a different face each time, with partners who either wish you dead or in their beds, the space between you measured in an unfathomable amount of risk which you exchange for an unfathomable amount of thrill. you scamper along the length of this cosmic ballroom like a starving, feral fox in tall grass, the red of your fur as inviting as the white of your teeth are sharp. you hunt and you haunt, seeking something to fit between your aching teeth, something that will burst on the sharp point of your canines and smear your lips with pure elation and maybe satisfy that abyssal hunger in your psyche.

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.

and you have never seen more tantalizing a meal than a devil with a coffin and a woman who seeks to kill a god. she holds the tip of a ice-hewn blade beneath your chin the first time you meet, nicking the delicate skin of your neck, just above your pulse. you swallow. let out a laugh that sounds like a barking fox, and the woman’s sword falters. surprisingly, it doesn’t take much for you to convince her to let you tag along on her fool’s errand. it’s almost poetic. you learn of her name—jingliu. it’s pretty. rolls off your tongue. jingliu doesn’t bother to learn yours, but she calls you fox. you don’t mind the scrap of attention. after all, you’ve spent your whole life living off scraps.

travelling with jingliu (and by extension, luocha) does not lack for excitement. the road to deicide is paved with elation, even if your blue-haired companion refuses to see it. through battle and through the long travel between star systems in pursuit of the great fleet, you get somewhat closer to jingliu. it doesn’t take very long for you to slip into her bedroll (or cot, depending where you are). mara, you find, though cannot be cured can certainly be sated; much like the permanent hunger that curls in your belly. jingliu fucks you until neither of you are coherent enough to feel much of anything, madness or hunger. it’s an arrangement you find yourself enjoying. and as a by-product of such intimacy, you learn more about jingliu. her mannerisms, her illness—her past. she doesn’t tell you any of this, of course, but you can put two and two together from the things she lets slip deep in the throes of some nightmare after fucking you senseless. she gets many of those. the pattern is always the same. at first, she’ll sleep relatively soundly. but then, her brow creases, and her lip curls, and she angrily mutters a few names under her breath; a certain dan feng and yingxing. she curses them, then almost makes a noise like a sob, and something else leaves her lips— another name, but this time spoken with heartache and longing.

baiheng.

it doesn’t take much to infer that this baiheng was someone jingliu cared very much about. though when you ask luocha more about her, he reveals a little detail that makes her moderately more interesting—baiheng was a foxian. in some ways, that makes you similar to her, even though foxian you are not. the thought amused you once, as you looked back upon jingliu’s restless, sleeping form. perhaps jingliu saw her lost lover in you. how… quaint. the assumption never bother you, not really—until she starts to call for baiheng while she’s fucking you.

you’re no stranger to casual sex. even before jingliu, you never lacked for partners eager to share a bed with you. no, the fucking itself isn’t the problem—it’s how she’s fucking you. it isn’t with the detachment and pure lust like you’re used to. instead it’s almost like she cares, hands gentle on your hips as she drives her cock in and out of your greedy cunt. she fills you like she never wants for you to want for anything anymore, and even though you know it isn’t you this affection is for, that jingliu is barely even aware that you’re you and not baiheng, you can’t help but devour it feverishly every time.

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and like this, with jingliu’s cock filling your pussy as she deliriously presses the shape of a dead woman’s name against your neck, you finally feel full.

and it makes you sick.

you crawl out of her embrace and spill your guts every time she falls asleep. your body utterly rejects the feeling—you’ve been so used to starving that the sensation of being full turns you ill. and yet, you can’t seem to push her away. you always come back, always relax under her touch, always pliant for her just to chase that brief, beautiful high you’ve never been able to find anywhere else only to bleed it once she’s done. your heart’s a pythagorean cup; a little too much and you’re spilling over. but you’re so greedy for it, still greedy for her. of all things it is affection that’s the most potent drug you’ve ever tasted, beyond the cheap thrill of oxytocin and adrenaline—even if none of it is meant for you, even if it’s just scraps. but that’s fine.

after all—you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and if that means wearing the face of a dead woman and letting the hunger finally devour you whole, then so be it.

#sev.responses #sev.scribbles #[nsft]#jingliu x reader #jingliu #not rlly a thirst but it has some nsft so thirst it is #listen i. dont know what happened here #where does luocha go while u n jl r getting it on ?? fuck if i know #also this was so much more reader focused than jl focused andjdjsjsn sorry anon #reader is kinda abnormal here lmao #tried to do smtg with themes but shsksks idk if it worked. i feel like it didnt but i will allow the court of public opinion to decide #my fav line in here is the pythagorean cup one im ngl #ANYWAY thats enough yap from me it is 0302 i need to be unconscious #also idk if i need to tw this for anything else but if i do pls lmk

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cerealiii · 5 months ago

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Evolution of Jing Yuan <3

Some headcanons:

1. Jing yuan matured physically much later compared to his peers and had to learn to train his core esse much more and much earlier to compensate.

2. Jing yuan learned to train his core esse from Dan feng because Jingliu did not have the patience

3. compared to yingxing, jing yuan has less bulk and power but his over-trained core esse closes the gap

4. though naturally cheerful jingyuan was also quite serious as a child, prone to deep thought when alone or unguarded with other HCQ members

5. Due to delayed physical development, jingyuan learned to use playfulness to his advantage catching opponents off guard. When his growth spurt hit, his good looks made this tactic was twice as effective, much to yingxing and danfeng's chagrin... (Jingliu is immune to his shit tho)

#honkai star rail #jingyuan #jing yuan #i'm unwell about him #dont ask me to choose which is my favorite #i ended up drawing general jing yuan so milfy i dont know what happened

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definitelynotarabbit · 11 months ago

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Things that would make me do unspeakable things to the HSR writers if I were just a little more unhinged: A Collection

At what rate do any of the long-life species age, like Yingxing referred to Jing Yuan as a "boy" but Jing Yuan was clearly a grown man by the sedition which was a maximum of roughly 30 years later so either he is legitimately younger than Yingxing or something is fucky

Why is Boothill white

How long was Dan Feng in the shackling prison before the forced rebirth because we have three options, either they let him live out what was basically his natural lifespan, Vidyadhara eggs take centuries to hatch, or Dan Heng is a LOT older than he looks and acts

For that matter is this Bailu's first incarnation after the sedition because that would mean the eggs just take a long ass time to hatch

Can Vidyadhara breath underwater??? If not wtf was the plan for the eggs in scalegorge waterscape? Like how are the pearl keepers gonna get to the kiddos??

Why is Boothill whiter than a Belobog snow drift

How did Sampo get to Belobog without anybody clocking him as an outworlder

Ardens Regia arranged for Dan Heng to be absolved of Dan Feng's crimes so how on earth was Dan Heng imprisoned? Ardens Regia, when I catch you

The only excuses I'll take concerning why the other high elders didn't save him is either they all reincarnated and all the preceptors are shit or there was threat of civil war

I get that the Aeons are beyond understanding, Qlipoth especially, but why on earth did THEY give the IPC power??? They have destroyed so much more than they have preserved

I also understand that telling Belobog the truth would have caused civil unrest and things would have gotten worse but how on earth is leaving them with a functional dictatorship the best option like wahoo we love Bronya but girl that's still a dictator. I mean I know that its not the astral express's job to fix that but jfc somebody get these guys an election

If I had a nickel for every time March interrupted a big moment for completely unnecessary comedic relief I would be able to buy Hoyo

What did Boothill ever do to the writers for them to make him so indigenous-coded but have less melanin than me, a northern-european melting pot of a human

#honkai star rail #hsr #dan heng #dan feng #bailu #yingxing #jing yuan #i wont tag march because i dont like yucking in other people's yum #honestly i sat on this post for so long specifically because i dont like yucking other peoples yum #qlipoth #sampo koski #realizing i could tag this all day fuck it these are good enough

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dreamdazedworld · 11 months ago

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Sooo you guys know this post right..? Yeah so um l'm dying from ideas LOL

What if.

... What if Yingxing and Reader had a wedding??? I got this idea while researching about Kitsune (since even if you're a Japanese local, you sometimes forget things) and came across the 'Kitsune no yomeiri", which literally translates to 'The fox's wedding'. It's a name for sunshowers and atmospheric ghost lights, and there's two meaning because the Kitsune no yomeiri's meaning(?) depends on the region! (More on Wikipedia)

Some say that the Kitsune no yomeiri happens because they want to hide their wedding from humans and makes fake rain fall even if the weather is sunny, since the Kitsune has powers where they are able to create illusions. Personally I like this the best so we're rolling with this one LOL

It's just that this gives off so much potential for a Genshin! Youkai (Kitsune)! Reader since I imagine Youkai, especially Kitsune, to be possessive (can be read as: protective) of their lovers! Yingxing is a short-life species who can die at any moment, so the Reader is a bit insecure along those parts, hence why they make fake rain fall!!!

Aaa I can imagine the High-Cloud Quintet joining the wedding and some other Youkai (who were all invited by the Reader themselves. Yae and maybe Raiden is there. The dead ones are participating as ghosts) like that would be so cute orz

#daze rambles!#daze writes #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #yingxing x reader #yingxing #hsr yingxing #blade x reader #blade x gender neutral reader #yingxing x gender neutral reader #hsr blade #as long as you credit and tag me #feel free to use my ideas ^^

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waterfrontcomplex · 2 years ago

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yanqing abundance + origin thoughts/theory

so, i was doing whatever and a thought came to me (story spoilers also there's a lot of text)

i took a look around the loufu and realized something; all of the people had essentially every hair color except blonde. the only exceptions are people not native to the loufu, such as luocha.

yk. the one who happens to be ON THE PATH OF ABUNDANCE

and who else has blonde hair?

YANQING.

yanqing's origins are relatively unknown, all we know is that jing yuan found him somewhere and decided to take him in for whatever reason. in yanqing's character story, it says that it's recorded in the military annals of the cloud knights how jing yuan discovered him, but not where.

yanqing mentions in his character introduction how he was RAISED BY THE GENERAL SINCE BIRTH which... like. what. ok thats actually crazy bc either

1) jing yuan took him from his parents when he was like a day old or something

2) he was given to jing yuan (although, this is unlikely considering it was mentioned jing yuan 'discovered' him)

3) jing yuan lied for whatever reason (to protect him)

4) jing yuan indeed found him when he was born, possibly from a fruit of the ambrosial arbor

in the pic above, yanqing says 'but as you know, children aren't grown on trees." is this foreshadowing? or just straight up dropping a hint that his 'birth' was not a natural one?

the ambrosial arbor was inactive for approx. 2579 years before the sedition of imbibitor lunae. after that, the seals on the arbor were weakened. i haven't exactly worked out the specifics yet, but since bailu was created around 700~ years before canon and is still a little kid, and dan heng was presumably an adult/teen when exiled, my guess is that if yanqing has the lifespan/growth rate of a xianzhou native, he would've been born sometime in between den heng's hatching and bailu's hatching, a little closer towards bailu's. but what could've happened during that time? please hear me out the next part is kinda crazy

my guess is that during the tampering of the transmutation arcanum to revive baiheng (and presumably to allow other species to become vidyadhara, although the wiki gave no source... i'll trust it for now), dan feng and yingxing fucked up and created yanqing in a fruit of the arbor, while during the transmutation arcanum ritual, bc dan feng previously fucked with it, it failed and created bailu (and separated his powers between dan heng and bailu)

now, this seems... really out there. how the fuck would yanqing and bailu, a presumably xianzhou native/humanoid and a vidyadhara, be created from the remains of a foxian? i'll start with yanqing. it was stated that after baiheng's death, only a few drops of blood and a tuft of her hair remained. dan feng and yingxing created yanqing in a fruit of the arbor (like some sort of hatching rebirth... but a fruit) using either the blood or hair (most likely blood) of baiheng. it was a somewhat failed attempt at reviving baiheng. yes, it created life from her remains, but it was not her (think how dan heng ≠ dan feng, and also how vidyadhara can be different genders than their previous incarnation). during the time he was in the fruit, it dyed his hair and eyes blonde/gold, and also created the ring around yanqing's eyes (his is unique, the other characters' eye rings if they have them are a lighter color while his is dark, yes ik silver wolf has it too but her's is different).

before bailu's hatching and after subduing jingliu, jing yuan eventually came across the fruit yanqing was being held in, or found him wandering about, probably recognized the blonde/gold as the effects of the abundance, and took him in because dude he's not going to kill a literal baby (even if he could). he knew it would be dangerous to give him to a regular family, so he took him in and trained him himself

for more info abt yanqing's connection to the vidyadhara, i suggest checking out this post by astralexpressarchives.

although he is not baiheng, he did take on aspects of baiheng's personality, such as her free will and even laughing/giggling while in battle. he also enjoys flying (although with his swords and not starskiffs) and even has eyelashes similar to her's. and, just like her, yanqing's missions would often be dangerous, but he would come out relatively unscathed.

now, about bailu. dan heng says she was created after dan feng's ritual failed. if you take a look at bailu, she strongly resembles baiheng, and even starts with the same 'bai'.

same hair, same eyes, similar eyelashes, she even has a similar eye ring to yanqing. there's not too much to say here. while yanqing got baiheng's personality and fighting spirit, bailu got her appearance. now, why did this happen? im thinking its because of dan feng's meddling with the transmutation arcanum. because of that, yanqing was born, but it was 'incomplete'. so while yanqing got one part of baiheng, bailu got the other. yanqing was made on purpose, while bailu was somewhat of an accident. maybe some of baiheng's 'life' from yanqing's creation was still there when bailu was created? idk

the funny thing is, their paths are like... the complete opposite. yanqing follows the hunt (although he was born of the abundance) and bailu follows the abundance (although she was presumably supposed to follow the destruction or hunt).

theory tldr; dan feng and yingxing fucked up and created yanqing and bailu out of baiheng's remains

this is a yanqing post, time to get back to yanqing. hooray! i took a closer look at yanqing's outfit, and noticed numerous leaf/plant symbols.

...which are closely associated with the abundance. especially the gold leaves.

this further solidifies my belief that yanqing has something to do with the abundance.

jesus christ that is. a wall of text. pls tell me ur thoughts on this whole thing, i took like 2 1/2 hours to write it and its 2:40 am so sorry if it doesn't make sense i just need to put these thoughts somewhere

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anyacad0 · 5 months ago

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How the shard sword tells us that Blade is still Yingxing-

Although Jingliu wielded the shard sword at first, it's obvious Yingxing made it for himself. It fits him perfectly- abnormal, difficult, but undoubtedly powerful. It went against everything the Xianzhou tried to be, a manifestation of his defiance.

In wuxia/xianxia stories, a sword tends to be much more than a weapon. It's connected to the wielder. There should be no surprise, then, at the fact that Jingliu, although skilled, could not properly wield the shard sword. Because it was never hers. And so, in the end, when she found her own sword, she also broke and discarded Yingxing's. Except, it wasn't just his sword, it was also a part of him. To the point where, after having lost everything, he must have found the broken pieces of the sword and repaired it. We know that once he became Blade, his hands were permanently injured and unable to forge weapons. So he must have repaired it early on, even though he couldn't wield it, and kept it with him.

So there's something especially horrific about Jingliu taking this weapon that is basically the physical manifestation of everything Yingxing stood for, the things that he had until that point managed to hold onto, and using it to kill him. Turning his remains into an apparent monster dedicated to hunting down the person who was once closest to him.

But here's the thing: even then, Blade kept the shard sword. Unlike Jingliu, he did not discard his worldly desires and attachments. Although it broke him, he was finally able to wield and become the weapon he'd created for himself centuries before. He believes Yingxing is dead, but if that's the case, why would Blade still cling to his convictions? Why does the sword not break in his hands like it did in Jingliu's?

It's because some part of him is still Yingxing, even if he believes he doesn't deserve to be anymore.

#hsr #honkai star rail #hsr blade #yingxing

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zeyris-daydreams · 4 months ago

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Jade Dragon’s Iron-Clad Camellias [3]

Dan Feng x Reader

[ao3] or #df-camellia on my profile!

There are things which you always finish first, mostly those you don’t enjoy.

Buying groceries could prove hard at times, and so you were reduced to three locations ran mostly by servants of richer Xianzhou natives. You had time in recent days to come by, given the newly remade schedule of your work—something rather pleasing. Seeing your own, despite the differences, was as comforting as it could be infuriating.

Metals and ores needed for forgery were more accessible than back then, thanks to the image of the figure you’ve created; life was slowly mellowing out, certain things just needed to be dealt with faster than the other ones. Groceries before your hobbies, and then gathering before forging.

The new spear was what proved to be a nuisance.

A weapon of this caliber could take months to be done(proven by the many weapons you’ve created since owning the forgery), then again Dan Feng was offering what he claimed to be a special sort of treatment. And, despite his constant pestering about the smith, the weapon was slowly being finalised.

It would be easier -and faster- if he didn’t insist on intruding. You could not let anyone see you work—not only were you not Yingxing, you also didn’t have a license; something that could only be signed off by an immortal supervisor. While technically Yingxing was such a figure, he could not help you. After all he would have to come and present himself to authorities, something he couldn’t possibly execute from the confines of your skull.

The sound of bristles echoed and muffled your thoughts as you swept away the leftover pieces of metal chiseled the night before, the floor creaking after each step you took. The dim light long became your friend, eyes having adjusted over the years of darkness—each sweep of the broom cleared some of the wooden floor, although it was stained beyond repair.

You didn’t bother washing it anymore.

The sound of your sweeping and your footsteps was joined by a soft ring floating through air, its voice as annoying as it was soothing. You only tipped your head towards the entrance, and Dan Feng’s face softly tilted towards the upper corner of the doorframe.

”One was not aware of a bell before.” He noted, and he was correct. The bell was but a recent development, after tiring days of tolerating his presence.

You were made aware of his figure thanks to the small item you've made at least—that was the intention. Making yourself stand properly, you leaned the broom against the darkened wall of the forgery, keeping your hand on it still. The furnace did not spit heat today. All the fire in the room was the fire in your mind.

“We are closed. Cleaning day.”

The Vidyadhara glanced at you, at your broom, and then towards the furnace. “While One’s weapon is queued up?”

You took a deeper breath in, hand tightening against the item. It was rough to the touch, a new broom not yet smoothened down. The wood bit into your skin unpleasantly—irritating the scarred inside of your palm, knuckles nearly turning white.

“I don't question Master’s choices.” You lied through your teeth. Working on the new spear proved to be difficult due to constant intrusions, and you've long decided to not work at it during daytime. It appeared that you really would not come back to your natural schedule unless the weapon was done. You’d have Dan Feng off your shoulder.

That's precisely why nothing was prepared for forging. The tools hung like they were hanging before, everything as clean as it could be in those conditions—only a fool would believe any craft was done today.

Dan Feng nodded. “That's a shame. Ask on One's behalf about the state of the spear then,” he spoke as clear as ever, tone commanding. It made you want to get out of your skin. “One shall gather the news next time.”

For a High Elder of Vidyadhara, power was all that mattered. Same went for Dan Feng, both because of his need for combat, and for the preceptor’s need for authority.

The question lingered on the tip of your tongue, falling out unintentionally.

“High Elder, why show up personally?”

It was something he did not expect to be asked.

You knew what he must've believed himself to be, Inhabitant Lunar Dan Feng—the Higher Elder of Xianzhou Loufu’s Vidyadhara, or some even more elaborate of a title.

He had servants at his side, and he was of importance according to other immortals of Xianzhou. So, why show? Why try to put in all this effort?

You bit the inside of your cheek, the bastard must've thought that he was lowering himself to the people's level by coming here. He must've assumed authority, did he believe doing that would bring his weapon any more effort?

“It is a serious matter for One.” Was all he said.

Alas, a client is a client.

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The news of the forgery spread like water after the tsunami, reaching the ears of the Scalegorge Waterscape, and the Sea Palace.

New talents in Loufu were nothing unseen. Within his life, the High Elder witnessed the rise and fall of many; spare for this one. Weapons which are unique and not mass produced, tailored. Swift and merciless, especially against dealing with those mara struck.

Weapons which hurt.

No ordinary person could afford such a commision—novel yet expensive, another part which seemed to tickle his already hoarding-oriented senses. After a reconnaissance ordered by the High Elder, he was informed that the forgery did not accept all commissions, either.

An exclusive treat indeed—something elusive, uncommon. Right for the Vidyadhara’s taste; considering the many items lining the Palace and the ‘gardens’, he simply could not think otherwise.

A rare pearl within his necklace of many, something so simple, yet necessary.

The High Elder was faintly aware of his tendencies to have and wield. Such is the fate of a Vidyadhara after all; leftover traces from their Draconic predecessor, little quirks and needs which could show right away, or take a timeline to unravel.

One of those traits for Dan Feng was his inability to tolerate certain things; rejection, events out of his control and especially—whatever it is that he cannot have, cannot know.

Whoever Yingxing believed himself to be, he could not be as important as to omit the High Elder’s gaze. And so, once a servant delivered the news, Dan Feng felt.. strange. Years have passed since someone last declined the offer made in his might and benevolence—it was unthinkable to even consider it happening.

“His assistant has said—“

The Vidyadhara pulled his hand up, his sleeve spilling downwards to pool at his elbow.

”It does not matter, then. You’re dismissed.”

Curt and to the point, but Dan Feng needed no explanation. His invitation to meet in the palace was rejected, and now he was left to figure out exactly what went wrong. Something akin to burn in his chest, a heat in his veins and a tight grip on his mind. The Vidyadhara was unable to identify what the feeling was, and as such chose to resolve the matter personally.

After mulling over it for longer than necessary, he rose from the carved seat, leaving the hall. The walk towards the exit was lined with high ceilings and plasters lining the edges, pillars and tiles. The surrounding area—usually lined with turquoise—shimmered in many different colours, each window composed of thousands of shards. Parts of it bore a different shade, stuck together with gold-like metal.

His steps echoed, and he didn’t face the many decorations, and he didn’t stop to appreciate the doors either, pushing through till the sun temporarily blinded him. Dan Feng’s pupils thinned visibly. If the smith refused to meet him, he would stoop down to meet his level.

Persistence always paid off. Something preceptors taught him, and something he learned himself. To have is to persist, be it in hard work or otherwise—Dan Feng was no stranger to that.

But how long can you throw the bait, if the fish learned what it is?

He has tried before, through extending an invitation by his own servant. And then he went as far as to extend an invitation through an assistant, having to leave Scalegorge Waterscape solely to do it. He, in his expensive silks and thick fragrances, has come and found nothing that he looked for—something that didn’t improve no matter his frequent visits. Catching the smith off guard proved to be futile.

The High Elder was a moderately busy man. Managing the affairs of Vidyadhara and controlling the council of preceptors, paired with seeking an utmost appropriate weapon. He was used to reaping results, and for the first time in forever he was left with neither results, nor the strange ease he felt when getting them—the more he tried, the more it evaded him.

Day after day of him trying, his focus was no longer the weapon.

It was the elusive figure of a mystical smith. Because Celestinae and Foxians might have given up—but not him. Not a vidyadhara, and certainly not the High Elder who oversaw everything relating to the affairs of his people; especially not Dan Feng, whose first and foremost trait was not just ambition, but determination.

From results came a thrill, and this time, it was not here. Something so obvious that he was used to; tilling the land brings fruits most ripe and sweet, but the flowers withered before their transformation, leaving Dan Feng to look at the petals scattering in the winds.

Enough was enough.

A man who had what he wanted, was a man who never let things slip. Be it minor crimes, or antiques from ancient eras left by his predecessors. Dan Feng remembered how he felt then—when he was entrusted with the relics of Vidyadhara. A heavy stone from his heart, thrown off temporarily.

And now it was back, weighing not just as stone, but as a boulder.

He’d find that little Celestinae smith and teach them a firm lesson of subordination. No one rejects High Elder’s request; not another Vidyadhara, not a Foxians, and definitely not a Xianzhou native.

With the need for justice came his shift. Dan Feng no longer only cared about the weapon; a man so picky and hard to please—no, he did not need the weapon. He needed something he could not have, something far more pleasing than a spear. He needed Yingxing—and, once he had him, then he’d get his weapon.

The more Yingxing ignored his appeals, the more firm in his goals he became. Because who are you to reject your High Elder’s request? As if he was nothing—as if he did not matter.

It took time to find space for extracurricular activities, but he was no stranger to waiting for his trap to catch. It would not be enough to have a third party drag the smith to his feet for judgement; it was personal now, after all the chances he’s been given.

Dan Feng could bet his tail and a horn that this was deliberate.

With an excuse of a simple stroll, the High Elder descended from Scalegorge Waterscape to the Loufu’s main area.

The streets were spacious, occasional buzzing of the lanterns being the only thing that accompanied his steps over the wooden surface. He stood out like a beacon in his white vest and long sleeves, the night sky clear yet dark all the same. It was better on his eyes at least, and he could comfortably look around without having to squint. If it was up to him, he’d rather be nocturnal.

On his way to the forge he noticed many things, one being the absence of light in people's windows, and the lack of their colour. So unlike his, plain and see through. It was late—a load of time after midnight, but he didn’t know how much exactly.

Another thing was the trinkets, usually laid out near the doors, conveniently hidden in shadows—his palace was always full of light, even at night. Then again—this was the common folk he was dealing with.

Third, and likely most agitating, was the sound from the forge. Just as he had expected—if Yingxing never shows up during daytime and yet the progress is made, it must mean he works when no eyes can see.

Truly a cunning subject he was.

His steps were light, something hot bubbling in his chest, and his eyes involuntarily narrowed the more he thought about it. Despite the closed windows, the light—although weak, was fairly visible. And frankly, the echo of metal against metal was enough to prove his theory.

Dan Feng has thought about this for many days, weeks. Maybe even a month. Has it been a month already? More? He never counted time, why would he?

His approach was measured, stepping shy of the entrance, as if sliding between the grass in wait for the prey to make a move. All that was left for the snake to do was to slip inside. His hand slightly shifted towards the handle. And as always before, he twisted it, his touch delicate—to seamlessly open without a sound.

Dan Feng’s brows furrowed, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the doors. He gave it one more go, but they did not move, and the bell did not ring.

His throat felt tight, and for a moment an overwhelming feeling overtook his mind, creating something akin to a thought spaghetti, where he could no longer see where each string started and began.

The doors were locked.

Not only personal anymore, no, this was deliberately directed. His fingers slowly tightened against the knob, his knuckles turning paler than they were before. High Elder’s eye twitched.

He was no stranger to trickery, and while he wished things were easier, they evidently weren’t.

With a sharp move his other hand moved behind his head, long fingers gripping onto the metal hairpin that held parts of his hair. The black locks spilled free, perfectly straight despite their former confinement, going over his shoulders, while some neatly fell onto his back, covering the intricate design of his clothes.

He did come here with a purpose—if he was to show himself to the ever-elusive smith, he needed to look his best. Perhaps out of the sheer need to establish an authority, even if it was first meant to be an outer one; it would be useless to try and show it through actions, Yingxing clearly had no care for his status.

Dan Feng’s eyes lingered on the long pin, looking at its design, the branches sticking out from the end to create a pattern of a tree, accompanied with gemstone flowers at the ends. For a moment his gaze lingered.

The High Elder refused to think about it more than necessary. He shoved the sharp end of the pin right into the lock, a simple lock really—thick and rusty, aged. No later than that he let go of the knob, pointing his straightened palm parallel to the doors, turning it. Being the High Elder of vidyadhara gave him many tricks indeed, perhaps this would be considered abuse of power.

But the preceptors weren’t there to nag over his ear like old consorts, and a soft click was all he heard, right before—

The half of the hairpin that stuck out of the lock suddenly tilted downward with a ring, the metal which Dan Feng hadn’t realised to be fragile was now snapped. His eyes widened, and his fingers twitched, palm slowly curling into a fist.

Parting with one of his favourite hairpins wasn’t something he expected today. But, if it had to be sacrificed, then he had no regrets—well, it wasn’t all done for.

Yingxing owed him this; a repair would not be difficult.

Dan Feng pulled the metal out of the lock, holding it in his hand. And then he stared at the doors, ones he knew were unlocked, and he hesitated.

His chest felt a little tight, and something he hasn’t felt in a while bloomed in his mind. Last time it happened, he was still quite a youngling, boarding a Starskiff for the very first time in order to learn it. It wasn’t a sense of fear, but a sense of excitement. An eagerness to explore, to feel the unknown.

The High elder felt similar now, but he hesitated. He hesitated because it was too easy. He hesitated because it almost felt like cheating. This was no feat at all, and if anyone saw him on the street right now, he’d become a laughing stock. His mind whispered a simple answer; desperate.

His eyes narrowed once more; no, no. Why should he care? He is Imbibitor Lunae, the High Elder of Vidyadhara. He is Dan Feng.

With a final inhale he twisted the handle slowly, pushing the doors open. His hand shot up, using his innate talent of Cloudhymn to silence the bell before it even moved. The first thing he felt was the rise of temperature.

Near darkness, spare for the furnace and the light that hot metal emitted. The shadows around Dan Feng flickered like a candle’s flame, an occasional crackle accompanying the otherwise rhythmic thudding. Sharp noise, again and again, no longer dulled by the doors. Metal against metal, and the smith did not hear nor see him.

The air was thick with heat, weighing down on his lungs as he pressed on, his steps slow and deliberate until he finally saw the other end of the forge, where all the noise started. Where the artist was hammering, robed in tradition and dressed in work and mysticism, with an imposing stature deserving that of a smith. A man lost in the heat of work and ambition—surrounded by embers and flame.

Yet this is not what he saw—his eyes widened in bewildered surprise.

The assistant. Alone. Hammering away—measured and precise, unfaltering and confident. The Vidyadhara remained silent, his hand moving to the wall so he could seamlessly lean into it, melting into the shadow.

Each move was filled with confidence, hammer pulled upwards just to crash down again, over and over, timed. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing or regret. He watched each motion—not wasted, not random, but utterly and truly purposeful.

Dan Feng would’ve assumed the assistant to merely play with metal when the true smith was gone—a theory shattered instantaneously when the assistant turned the metal over to continue their craft.

Not clumsiness he expected no, it was skill and precision. Dedication you only get after many times of practice—efficiency.

Dan Feng felt a spark of fire in his throat, burning at it like an amber, his eyes narrowing from mild irritation. He’s been tricked—many times. Because you were no mere messenger. You were the smith.

And as his feelings simmered, he allowed them, his eyes not once leaving the figure in front of him. The anger inside Dan Feng made way for intrigue, and instead of speaking up like he should’ve, he left his lips sealed for what felt like a moment too long.

But he could no longer. High Elder pushed off the wall, taking a deliberate step into the light. No later than after he has spoken, your shoulders tensed. The hammer wasn’t raised for another strike, the upper half of your body twisting just enough to see him.

”Yingxing.”

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ramblings navigation (xianzhou)

These are a collection of my replies, ramblings, and thirsts content. Some were not individually warned because were just shared within the blog at the time. Here's a lot of DARK CONTENT, including but not limited to:

yandere, non-con/dub-con, harassment, breaking into reader's home, coercion, abuse of power, forced pregnancy, etc.

Please note that these may be very short / sweet / too dark. Be careful not to get triggered.

Jing Yuan:

yan!jing yuan who takes… provocative pictures of himself to send to reader, but the caption is just so wholesome

what if we exit Xianzhou luofu to lets say another Xianzhou ship

yandere! jing yuan is actually tolerant

What if darling was a hybrid or something (Lion,leopard, something related to his pet)

Jing Yuan is definitely lucid as a yandere but acts like he isn't

Jing Yuan’s requirements for a good wife

Taking a nap with Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan appreciates your obedience

what would happen if Jing Yuan's hologram and your hologram fuck?

jing yuan celebrates your birthday

jing yuan keeps harassing you even if you change your phone number

praise him for being handsome and beautiful

will jing yuan allow you to visit your relatives?

what if darling was a hybrid or something (Lion,leopard, something related to his pet)

need Jing Yuan to sit down and tell me what he expects from me

Why does Jing Yuan want darling who likes to do housework, when there are servants in the general's mansion?

you need jing yuan to be your "fake boyfriend" to avoid the harasser

big data partner matching service

Jing Yuan with a darling who’s in charge of a civilization

what if Jing Yuan wronged darling in the past

If we are stubborn and talk back often, Jing Yuan has a "special response"

jing yuan and darling who don’t care if he is yandere

obsessed jing yuan x idol reader + additional descriptions

CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, recordings without permission

Use debt to stop some of Jing Yuan’s clingy behaviors

Jing Yuan may have posted your missing person notices all over the streets of Xianzhou

taking advantage of the fact that you don't understand the Xianzhou language and characters

how unethical and inappropriate it may be to fall in love with a short-lived species

jingrenheng trio & unconventional darlings that might suit them

Darling refuses Jing Yuan because she already had a lover

yandere hsr men and their low self-esteem darling (Jing Yuan, Dan Feng, Blade, Dan Heng)

Jing Yuan found you holding a cat cake

Jing Yuan is the type of man that will fuck us in the living room sofa and then proceed to bring us back to the bedroom while still inside us

series (living with jing yuan):

jing yuan eats ice cream with us in summer

jing yuan can put us on his shoulders

general is choosing beautiful flowers for us at the florist

jing yuan supervises you to complete jing yuan x you fanfic creation

series (harassment):

jing yuan masturbates to you while you sleep

about underwear

jing yuan slowly molests a beta darling

jing yuan does something shameless and sweet and we just can’t do anything about it

jing yuan fantasizing over reader eating a popsicle

received dick photo from jing yuan

series (thirsts about updated plot):

darling from Interastral Peace Corporation was forced to serve jing yuan

CW: dub-con, abuse of power

lustful heliobu possessed you

Blade / Yingxing:

blade’s duality

quietly create a pair of "couple swords"

jingrenheng trio & unconventional darlings that might suit them

teasing Yingxing for being an old man

Jing Yuan "stole" Yingxing's apprentice

yandere hsr men and their low self-esteem darling (Jing Yuan, Dan Feng, Blade, Dan Heng)

Dan Heng:

want him to tie you up and humiliate

dan heng wants you to help keep warm

yandere Dan Heng noticing that his darling started to refuse eating for her freedom

Dan Heng use his tail to express more love language

traditional darling hopes that dan heng can follow traditional etiquette and hold a wedding

yandere hsr men and their low self-esteem darling (Jing Yuan, Dan Feng, Blade, Dan Heng)

mating season for vidyadhara has returned

Dan Feng:

yandere!Dan Heng and isekai!immortal!hydra!human form!reader

Dan Feng wants you to wear more conservative clothes

about phoenix

Dan Feng and his moon rabbit darling

Dan Feng taming/disciplining a 'savage' draconic darling

jingrenheng trio & unconventional darlings that might suit them

Multiple characters:

What if reader who's "causal" clothes are revealing?

you are dan feng’s immortal concubine (dan feng, jing yuan and ying xing share you together)

genshin darling transported to hsr universe

crossdressing!reader in the military

CW: yandere, non-con, sexist, forced pregnancy, war (mentioned but not described), (implied) gangbang

The impact of blade, jing yuan and dan feng on your social life

their kinks

genshin! darling has tight clothes to wear

dan feng and jing yuan’s parenting style

yandere hsr men and their low self-esteem darling (Jing Yuan, Dan Feng, Blade, Dan Heng)

Dan Feng and his poor little Vidyadhara!Darling that became his "test subject" for copulation experiments

#yandere jing yuan x reader #yandere blade x reader #yandere dan heng x reader #yandere dan feng x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #yandere jing yuan #honkai x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you

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