#v: hsr

[goodheartedfool]

cont. from here with @shallliveoninsong

If the General expects him to beg and grovel, he is wrong. Nat isn't a fighter, but he is brave and headstrong. Is he scared? A bit. He still remember the Alliance attacking his home. Memories that will never go away. Instead of showing his worries, he stands up as straight as he can, meeting the man's gaze, nodding to show that the name is correct.

"No innocent until proven guilty then?" No surprise there. Honestly, he's surprised that they didn't throw him in prison without asking questions. That seems to be more in line with the Xianzhou Alliance in his limited experience. "You have my identification. You can easily see that I have never visited a Xianzhou ship before. If you want proof that I have never interacted with this... cult, I'm assuming, outside one of your flagships, I have none. Other than my word, but as an Outsider, I'm guessing my word is worth nothing to you, General." Does he sound a little hostile? Yes. It's hard not to when you're being chained and accused for something you haven't done by people you've done your best to avoid.

"I only boarded the Luofu to buy supplies and rest. Which is why I sold some of that moss when I was asked about it. It's harmless. Used to stem blood and mildly sedating to humans. I would never sell anything dangerous to someone I don't know. I heal, I don't kill." Unlike you, he thinks, but doesn't say.

[ryogai]

@intoendlessdreams : Jing Yuan: *WORSHIP*

"Jing Yuan, you don't have to do that.. Aren't you a General or something of the sort?"

[mcuntainbcrn]

@marchingasone liked for a starter!

A large tremor rocked the space station, followed immediately after by an alarm echoing off the metal walls, a sound that many aboard prayed never to hear again - a heavy tone announcing that the facility was once again under attack; notices were relayed quickly through the security division to the location of the hull breech.

Torn wiring sent off sparks that danced across the floor as maintenance set to work repairing the torn metal and sealing off the vacuum that would drag the unsuspecting into the fathomless void of space, shrapnel and broken glass littered the ground in a trail of destruction.

[futurefind]

❛ what aren’t you telling me? ❜

[ from yingxing, for sa ! ]

accepting ! // @astrcls

"What the hell does that even mean?" she snaps, eyes flaring from a golden brown to searing amber as she bares her teeth at the man with a snarl. She's too frustrated and too pissed off to deal with subtext and unspoken questions. With being worried about (though she's never keen on that).

Because, fuck's sake, she'd have to be sure of what he even knows before she can even think about what he doesn't. And what the hell of that, unknown or known, even fucking matters? She raised her sister because their mother died, became the monster she was treated as for daring to be alive, hasn't slept more than twice a week since she was fucking twelve—

All of that a fucking given, just a matter of fact. Something that goes without saying, unknown or not, because it's not like any of it is going anywhere.

...Or maybe it's just a matter of the fresh stitches under her clothes, the wounds doubly reinforced with ice to keep them shut. But risk and rips are something she's used to, especially in her line of work, and if she can walk it off the resulting scar (if any) will be forgettable sooner than later.

Even if, in the meantime, she moves to avoid breaking anything, and keeps Third up even outside of combat to expedite healing.

"If you have something you want to say, just say it."

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

Verse: Honkai Star Rail

GENERAL

Location: The Xianzhou Luofu

Race: Xianzhou Native

Age: 366

Path: Harmony Destruction

Type: Imaginary

Weapon: Fan

IMPORTANT CHARACTERS

Nie Mingjue (aka da-ge) - older brother, Cloud Knight Captain, died of extremely early on-set Mara (was actually murder) at only 312 years of age.

Lan Xichen (aka er-ge) - Mingjue’s childhood friend, an officer at the Divination Commission

Meng Yao (aka san-ge) - friend of Xichen and dragged into a friendship trio with Xichen and Mingjue, an officer at the Realm-Keeping Commission

BACKSTORY

Nie Huaisang is the youngest son of Nie Shuangnao and Li Mao. Mao, unfortunately died from childbirth. It’s not common, but it happens. Like that wasn’t enough, he also lost his father when he was ten. He was killed in action, since he, like Mingjue, was a Cloud Knight. Nie Shuangnao was just a little over 400 then and left his two sons orphans. Mingjue was sixteen at the time and already prominent among the Cloud Knights and became his younger brother’s legal guardian after he himself became emancipated. Thankfully, their family was rich, so money was not a problem.

Mingjue quickly rose through the ranks and became a Captain, which also meant more job and more time away from home. Or rather, Huaisang spending way too much time among the Cloud Knights. Though, most of the time, he tried to make him stay at home with their two servants.

This also meant that Huaisang got pretty spoiled by his brother and that they also became very close, being the only ones in the family. They had been close before their father’s death, but this made them closer.

Unlike his brother and father, Huaisang had no interests in warfare or physical activity in general, unless it was dance or taking care of his pet birds. Huaisang’s love was for art, especially poetry and painting, and birds. Although he does have smarts, school was never a thing for him and he often struggled and when Mingjue tried to teach him swordsmanship, he usually broke down crying. Huaisang also lacked skills in cultivation (combat type). This wasn’t too pleasing to Mingjue, but he also noticed his brother’s strengths. How he could tame and calm any bird, a bit of a bird whisperer, how his calligraphy was amazing at an early age. Mingjue also noticed that Huaisang was indeed very observant and clever, even if he wasn’t academically smart.

Another thing Huaisang lacked though, were friends. This was partly due to Mingjue being very overprotective, not wanting to lose his younger brother and having seen what people can do due to his job, but also due to Huaisang being a tad eccentric in personality. His passions weren't the most common and he was also very sensitive and emotional, tears not far away when in discomfort. Most boys were not like this. Fortunately, Mingjue’s own best friend, Xichen, had a younger brother that he brought along sometimes, though Wangji and Huaisang didn’t get along that well, they also didn’t dislike each other.

Meng Yao, though, was a different story. He was the result of his father’s infidelity and not very well-liked in his father’s household, having only begrudgingly taken him in after the boy's mother died during an assault.

Men Yao was a polite and hardworking young man and quickly gave Huaisang the attention he needed, being knowledgeable and interested in the arts, unlike Mingjue (even if he did try his best). Unknown to Huaisang, Meng Yao wasn’t all that he seemed and had a hunger for power (and safety) that no one could fully predict. Even Mingjue, who didn’t fully trust Meng Yao, got shocked when he found out that his friend had dealings with The Disciples of Sanctus Medicus. Friends or not, this was something he couldn’t ignore, he had to report it. Unfortunately, he never got to do so, because Meng Yao found out about him knowing this before he could report it and made him Mara stricken. Since he somehow managed to make it look natural, even if very early, this was not a spur of the moment solution. Meng Yao had had a plan on how to deal with Mingjue if he found out something he shouldn’t.

Huaisang was, of course, heartbroken by his brother’s death and for the first ten years, he was just a shadow of himself. The servants as well as Xichen and Yao had to make sure he ate, slept and took walks. At the beginning, Cloud Knights working under Mingjue came to visit, but they quickly left, seeing the ghost of Huaisang. He was very different from the lively person they used to see. Perhaps this would’ve been how the rest of his life would have been had Huaisang not discovered one thing, someone was tampering with his tea, making sure he stayed in a... submissive state. From there on, he began investigating things and also looking up the records from Mingjue’s death. Slowly, but surely, a picture was painted for him: Meng Yao had killed his brother and Meng Yao needs to suffer.

From that moment, Huaisang’s only goal is to make a plan and to give Meng Yao what he deserves. No one will ever suspect him, since he kept up the charade of being anxious and incompetent (although that is partly true). It has not been about sixty years of scheming.

Nie Huaisang spends his days reading, painting and taking care of his birds. He has an inheritance he can live from, but also earn money from his art and breeding birds. He usually doesn't venture where there are many people and most sees him as a fragile man. His main sources of sustenance are wine, tea and revenge-fueled emotions. Not just towards Meng Yao, but also the Cloud Knights, especially Jing Yuan, who didn’t notice that it was in fact murder and not a freak natural thing (if Jing Yuan  does know something was odd or not, I leave up to any Jing Yuan I’m interacting with).

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Arranged Marriage, Stalking, Forced Kiss

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You had thought for years that the prophecy wouldn't be true. It hung over your head like a crimson moon, equal parts beautiful and haunting, words lingering on your lips like a young lover.

As decreed by the Mnestia long ago, Kephale would one day take up a lover who would wield witticisms and words as weapons forged in an ever-burning mind. At the time, it had seemed preposterous that a Titan, much less Kephale, would take up a lover. If not for a servant scribbling those utterances down and telling his children, who told their own children, who told their children, so on and so forth, the prophecy would have been lost to time.

If it had, would you still be in this predicament?

The first time you had heard of the prophecy when studying poets of old, you had brushed it aside as a simple legend. Kephale had already laid down a prophecy of his own by this time of how new heroes would soon conquer Coreflames to inherit the Titans' divinities, but you knew none of the Chrysos Heirs.

After a period of study, you soon began to craft your own verses. You much preferred the solitude of your home to the bustling crowds of the city, so you didn't hear how quickly your works began to gain popularity. Bards had a new repertoire to learn, and schemes and conceits never once imagined flowed through the air.

When one of the Chrysos Heirs himself began knocking on your door every day, demanding your attention, you realized your popularity had shattered any preconceived zeniths. Phainon was his name, he said, and from what he had heard of you, he was enchanted. The look in his eyes was such a hazy, skylit blue, it seemed like he truly had been the victim of some bizarre spell.

Every day he came and encroached more and more upon you and your home. At first, he stayed outside of your door, but eventually, he began to barge in, sitting at your table or searching amongst your shelves for any subjects he could strike a conversation with you on.

Despite his idiosyncrasies and his forthright behavior, despite the occasional memory igniting in your mind, reminding you of the prophecy, you didn't worry about it. Phainon had told you many times how he longed to take the Coreflame of Nikador, not Kephale. When word spread through Okhema over Nikador's defeat, whatever lingering doubts seemed to be extinguished. You were fine. The prophecy wasn't true, or perhaps it was meant for another Chrysos Heir, another poet.

Weeks later, you found yourself regretting your assuredness. It started, as many no-good things did, with a knock on your door. As you begrudgingly walked to open it, expecting to see perhaps a bard or a fool, you instead were greeted by Phainon. Despite the weariness in his eyes, his hands shot out and clenched your shoulders with such speed and strength, you nearly leapt out of your skin. His nose nuzzled into your neck, taking a deep breath. For what seemed like hours, he mumbled and babbled and blathered and prattled about Coreflames, Nikador, Kephale, and the prophecy. After his tirade, his grip tightened.

"But, at least you're mine now." The words seemed to shackle themselves around your wrists, binding you and your attention.

For a moment, you were so dumbfounded you couldn't find the words to express what you wanted to say. Had your situation been any less confounding, you would've found your speechlessness a wonderful little paradox. "Phainon, wha-what do you m-?"

Before you could finish your sentence, Phainon sealed away any remaining restraint he had with a brutally tender kiss. He seemed to push against your lips with the goal of wearing them down until they molded perfectly against his. The kiss itself seemed to metamorphosize with how long it lived; at first it was tender, like new shoots of life growing in spring, but as it grew in age, so did its greed. Phainon seemed intent on savoring every second as an eternity in its own right.

When he did break the kiss, he gazed at you with an otherworldly devotion. It was a look of such sweet softness that it could kill. "I might not have Kephale's Coreflame yet, but I will. I'll do it. Just for you." Though he said he didn't have a Coreflame, his eyes burned with passion brighter than the sun. It scorched your tender skin, branding you with illusory markings of possession. A declaration, almost, that you were, in fact, the subject of Mnestia's dreadful prophecy.

[ceniwen]

jingheng nuis (squish squish)

[catscidr]

˖ ࣪⊹ ౨ৎ 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐫'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 //

i. note — heyy krusty krew! it's almost time.... i'll be posting weekly drabbles next month featuring men from genshin impact, honkai star rail and jujutsu kaisen for kinktober! i (unfortunately) don't have enough time to post a drabble every day of october nor am i able to write for every character i was suggested but i can promise u it doesn't mean i won't ever write a foul legacy x reader monsterfucking fic. it'll just have to wait until after october (sry childe enjoyers ( ꒦ິ ཀ ꒦ິ ) ) ii. cw — (mostly) dom!characters x afab!reader, dubcon at times. minors do not interact; i will be both mad And disappointed.

𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟏:  𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 ...with doctor!kenjaku/suguru // zhongli. ft. slight mean dom!kenny, condescension, abuse of power. // soft dom!zhongli, praise, overstimulation. 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟖: 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 ...with pantalone // gallagher. ft. slight mean dom!pants, dirty talk, desperation. // some Plot with the Porn, mutual orgasm, dirty talk. ...𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐛𝐚! 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟏𝟓: 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝/𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ...with boss form!aventurine // jiaoqiu (ft. bunny!reader). ft. switch!aven + reader, manhandling, praise. // soft to slightly mean dom!jiaoqiu, overstimulation, scenting. ...𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐛𝐚! 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟐𝟐: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 ...with il dottore // sampo. ft. slight mean dom!dottore, forced orgasm, dirty talk. // fwb!sampo, pleasure soft dom!sampo, desperation. ...𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐛𝐚! 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟐𝟗: 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫/𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 ...with choso // wriothesley. ft. feral!choso, blood kink, premature ejaculation. // scent kink, fingering, size difference. ...𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐛𝐚! ...𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: ?? ...with ?? // ??. ft. soft dom! ??, condescension + praise, fingering. // heian era! ??, degradation, size difference. ...𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐛𝐚!

... and last but not least, feel free to ask to be tagged! ♡ (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

©𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐈.

[camiesoup]

hi everyone again >_< finally remembering to post here !!

first one is a redraw feom last year.. my cuties.. and then i drew my oc maya and sunday :3

[etsukiharu]

Dinner is served

[goodheartedfool]

Verse: Honkai Star Rail

Nathanael was born on a human colony on a planet at the "edge of civilization". The colony there was established many generations ago by people who believed that technology was the root to selfishness, greed and other bad emotions and wanted to live a life free from that. So they found their way to a habitable planet (the trip there taking 1.5 generation by the way space travel were at then) and started their dream society.

The society was based on community, where everyone lived together and shared everything and everyone helped caring for each other. This led them to eventually becoming worshippers of the Abundance. Of course there were friction, but generally, it was a peaceful society with pretty much no illness and people living for around 150-200 years.

Then, they were discovered by the Xianzhou Alliance. They were given a chance to stop worshiping the Plagues Author, but they refused, ending with the entire settlement being wiped out by the Alliance. Or so it was thought. One young boy survived. Injured and alone, he should not have survived, but a kind woman healed his wounds and gave him food and drink. The woman came and went, taking care of Nathanael until six years later when a merchant ship made an emergency landing on the planet and found the boy, now around sixteen. They could not find any woman and thought that perhaps the boy had gone a little mad from being on his own for some time.

Having lived by himself, only having the woman as occasional company, something that had happened less and less as time went by, Nathanael was unused to other people, but also very curious. Thanks to having grown his own food the last few years, he was physically strong and having a pleasant personality, he managed to get around on his own quite well. He also had a penchant for healing and medicine, his own mother having been the community's main healer and the Woman having taught him further.

Though, it wasn't until nearly a year of travelling that he found out he also has a very specific ability: he can heal by touch.

Witnessing a child getting hit by a vehicle, he rushed to help only to discover that the child had died on impact. However, as he held the child, he could feel how something from him, some kind of energy, went to the child and suddenly the kid once again drew breath. Stunned and scared, he fled. Through trial and error, Nathanael would eventually find out that he can't raise the dead, but he can heal most injuries as long as there is life in the body. It will cost him though. The healing take of his own vitality, making him sick in the process, but the sickness is worth it. If he can help someone, he will.

He is now in his mid-thirties and travels through space as a wandering healer, both to help and to learn. He does avoid the Xianzhou Alliance, but not out of grudge, even if he can't forgive them either. The reason he stays away is that he isn't sure they wouldn't kill him on sight, since he is quite certain that the Woman who saved him as a kid was no one other than Yaoshi herself and that the food she gave him probably is the reason he can now heal others by touch. However, he is also curious about these long-life species and maybe his healing abilities can help the Mara-stricken. Though, would they allow someone blessed by the Abundance to try and heal an illness caused by the same Aeon? Who knows. It might depend on which ship he goes to.

Thankfully for Nathanael, the universe is big and if he wants to, he can avoid the Xianzhou Alliance for the rest of his life. Not that he knows how long his life will be, since he hasn't seemed to age a day since his early twenties...

[kyo-mei]

Ever since the short animation 'Taking it Easy', sleeping Jing Yuan has me in a chokehold

[mcuntainbcrn]

@stratagemstone cont. from here: [x]

“Somehow, I feel the tedium would be the more welcome outcome.”

She’s been trying to avoid running into this one all night - trust her bad luck that he would pin her location down with relative ease and insert himself into it.

“Is there something you need?”

[futurefind]

‘ i can handle this on my own. ’

[ for sa from dan heng ! ]

「   RP MEME :     WAYS TO REACT TO AN INJURY  .  」 // @astrcls

She nearly draws in a hiss—but whether at the refusal of aid, or the stubbornness, or the reflection, she doesn't stop to wonder.

There's already water swirling at her fingertips, eye dark golden and slit, and her gaze flashes amber. Sasume grits her teeth, mind rushing as to how to approach this: treat him like anyone refusing help, or her refusing help?

"Just because you can handle this on your own," she decides to go fuck it instead, lips pursing in a frown. "Doesn't mean you should."

She gestures her water-wielding hand forward pointedly, narrowing her gaze at his injuries.

"At least let me clean and seal your wounds first before you get proper medical attention," it's brusque, and given more as a presumptive statement than a question.

She leaves the threat of stubbornness hanging in the air, silently—

If you dig your heels in about this, so will I.

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

"Oh! yet you are still called immortals?" Huaisang is a smart man. A cunning man, but even for him this has all been a bit too much to take in. Very little makes sense and he can't remember the last time he felt this confused and out of his element. He dearly wished he could just sit down and paint instead, but that is currently out of the question. Yes, he does add to the dramatics, but he is truly stressed and his hands wants to fidget, wants to do something. Having unfolded his fan, and put it on the table, he picks it up once again, gracefully twirling it between slender fingers.

Huaisang breathes a sigh of relief. At least there is tea here and from the sound of it, green tea. Hopefully, it's the same to what he's used too. Or at least similar enough. He is fully aware of the different kinds of green tea and the Nie prefer a rather strong drink, but often also infused with fruits or flowers. Unlke his rather un-Nie appearance, he taste buds are very much Nie.

"Planet? Space-faring age?" What is this man talking about? "Are you talking about the sky? The sun and the moon? Commoners travel in the sky?" Huaisang has no idea how far away from regular flight travel he is. All of it concept so foreign to him that he will have difficulties grasping it. At least he understand what time travel means. "Are you telling me that your people might be my people's descendants?" Definitely not one of his own descendants considering Huaisang has no interest in women and last time he checked, two men could not create an offspring.

As the tea arrives, Huaisang looks them over and finds one that smells like green tea with jasmine. Preparing his tea, something he clearly has done many times before, he feels a little bit of that stress settling. Yes, he does take a little longer than usual to prepare it, just to give himself some extra time to process his situation.

Taking a sip from his cup, he makes a small appreciative sound. The tea tastes very similar to what he's used to. Good.

Shaking his head, he meets the man's gaze again. "No, I was doing paperwork. The bane of every sect leaders' existence. If I had the power to make myself travel places in the blink of an eye, I would use it to make my paperwork disappear, not myself."

Huaisang takes another sip of tea.

"However, since I am a Sect Leader, no matter how bad, and for one of the four major sects, I do have plenty of enemies. I cannot rule out outside interference." Although, he couldn't confirm it either.

While he was unsure how much of this man's dramatics were... just that, dramatics and how much was genuine Jing Yuan wasn't entirely sure. But suddenly appearing on a Xianzhou flagship and not being able to communicate with anyone would certainly rattle most regardless.

"Er... Xianzhou natives do have longer lifespans than most, but we can still die. We are not gods."

Long ago their ancestors essentially wanted to be, and they paid the price for it. Dearly. And their descendants were still paying the price.

The general suppressed a sigh and rubbed his temples at the response to his question to try and gauge what level of civilization the other had come from. Horseback. Lan, help him.

"....I see."

He nods at one of the nearby Cloud Knights upon Huaisang's request. "Green tea for myself, please and thank you."

With a salute, the knight hurried off.

Jing Yuan turned his attention back to the Outworlder. "From what you say, it appears either you are from a planet that has not yet developed to its space-faring age, or you have somehow traveled through time, for the Xianzhou natives have not had to rely on horses for transportation for many, many, years."

The selection of a few teas is brought before them, which the general accepts with thanks before preparing his own cup.

"As for how you could have possibly gotten here... that I am at a loss for. Other than getting dizzy all of a sudden you don't remember anything else?"

[8bitchoco]

pompom play If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking