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Strawdei shortcake
#art#fanart#honkai star rail#phainon#phainon elysiae#mydei#mydei hsr#mydei honkai star rail#hsr phaidei#hsr phainon#phaidei#cute chibi#chibi art#chibi
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**I CAN'T BELIEVE PHAINON ELYSIAE HONKAI STAR RAIL IS GAY!!!**
absolutely ruined the whole series. Why do men in Gacha Games always have to be gay??? I mean like come on didn't we learn anything about Genshin Impact??? Gay men in Gacha Games should be **BANNED** I can't honestly believe that gay people are a thing??? THE GAYS ARE IN MY FUCKING GACHA GAME.
you think Phainon isn't gay? Well there's obvious proof that he IS gay from the arguments towards Mydei and that he says "it's a date" proofs it!!! Fucking DISGUSTING!!! I need my men to be straighter than a board on a construction board!!! I do not need gay man in my life so please remove Phainon Elysiae AT ONCE.
his love towards Mydeimos is so 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 like bro come on. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD they had a bath house scene together!!! They are together almost all the time!!! I don't like the fucking chemicals in my Honkai star rail gacha games!!! They're turning the freaking men gay!!!
So this is my hate post against not only Phainon Elysiae but Honkai Star Rail as a WHOLE
YOU SUCK!!! **YOU ARE SICK!!!!**
(For obvious reasons this is a JOKE)
#hsr#phainon#mydeimos#mydei#phainon elysiae#honkai star rail#phaidei#i love phaidei please don't come after me
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"phainon of aedes elysiae, what is your dream?" and then it's him back to back with mydei on a celebratory dromas, with aglaea standing behind them. the romance demigod. who marries people. and there's a rainbow over their faces. phainon's dream is to get married to mydei publicly. hoyoverse. hoyoverse when i catch you
#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr spoilers#phaidei#myphai#phainon#hsr phainon#mydei#mydeimos#hsr 3.4#phainon of aedes elysiae the hero who just wants to get gay married and have 6 kids#mydeimos of castrum kremnos the king who also just wants to get gay married and have 6 kids#it's so over#it is sooooo over#im getting him. i dont even play hsr im getting phainon. idc
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hsr uploaded a video in cn bilibili where phainon invited and introduce the trailblazer to his home and share tidbits of his early life then he took them to the dock and asked them to hold his cape(?) or clothes (?) (im not too sure here guys 😭) because he's going into the water to catch some fish for trailblazer. then he fell into the water with a yelp LMAO and he successfully caught them and he had to lie down in the wheat field waiting for his clothes to dry. I KID YOU NOT THERE'S SO CLOSE TO EACH OTHER???? OWNXNDKAIAIA
then phainon started to talk about his dog and he immediately noticed there's a wheat ear/grains on trailblazer's face, he asked them to close their eyes so that he could help remove it and trailblazer went close to him????? then that's it

his precious smile 🥹
here's the link if anyone wants to watch it: b23.tv/sXgvkKS
though i think you guys need cn bilibili app
#what's next phainon? marriage? LOL#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr phainon#phainon#hsr trailblazer#amphoreus#phainon of aedes elysiae#honkai#hsr phainon x reader#phainon x reader
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Phainon in Castrum Kremnos and Mydei in Aedes Elysiae
#honkai star rail#gamingedit#honkai: star rail#hsredit#phaidei#honkaiedit#mydei hsr#honkai#phainon hsr#medeasgifs#someone pointed out how phainon's color palette matches castrum kremnos' while mydei's matches aedes elysiae and#i love how they were designed with each other in mind :')#1k#video game scenery
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phainon of aedes elysiae
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail fanart#phainon#hsr phainon#phainon (im not the same person i used to be) of aedes elysiae
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IM ALSO IN PHAINON BRAINROT ERA SO IM INFECTING YOU INSTEAD BZZTTT. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
okay hear me out, reader hand makes phainon matching bracelets for him and them to wear. the bracelet is sun and moon themed with phainon being the sun and reader being the moon.
and phainon is over the moon (aha get it) when you gift it to him. he never takes it off and boasts to it to everyone like, "look at this gorgeous bracelet my (not yet) partner made for me!!"
basically insane mutual pining for both sides >_< 🤍 I LOVE UR WORK SO MUCH AUGHHHH
SUN AND MOON


pairing phainon x gender neutral reader
phainon has always been the sun—bright, untouchable, dazzling everyone in his orbit. but when you gift him a handmade bracelet (a moon to his sun, a silent confession woven in thread), he realizes for the first time what it’s like to burn. (they never teach you how to survive being loved by the moon.)
author's note hahahah thank you so much for requesting this, sugar!! you have no idea how happy it made me—for the past few days, i’ve been absolutely itching to write more for phainon, but you know how it goes. my brain goes flatline with ideas, i start five different drafts, then end up staring at them like "….no. this isn’t it." and boom! into the void they go. (why am i like this??)
but then your request came along, and suddenly, the words just flowed. something about phainon being ridiculously soft over matching bracelets? him showing it off to literally anyone who glances his way? the mutual pining?? ohhh, you get me. this was so fun to write, and i might’ve fallen even harder for him while working on it. (oops.)
seriously, thank you so much for showing love ever since my first phainon one-shot—it means the world to me that you enjoy my silly little words. i hope you enjoy this one-shot! <3

phainon isn’t used to gifts—real ones, the kind that settle heavy in his palms and heavier still in his chest. sure, he’s been given things before: finely crafted trinkets from fellow chrysos heirs (polished to perfection, yet sometimes feeling more like obligation than affection), or tokens from citizens (bright-eyed and hopeful, their admiration sweet but fleeting).
he treasures them all, of course—presses each one carefully into memory with a practiced smile and a graceful bow, makes sure to wear each offering like a badge of honor, even if just for a day. but they’ve never stuck. never settled under his ribs like a second heartbeat.
but this? this is different.
it had been an ordinary day—wake, bathe, dress, endure the endless cycle of duties that came with being a chrysos heir. not that he’d ever complain; he’d carved his purpose into his bones long ago, and no amount of monotony could dull that resolve. but sometimes, the weight of it all made the hours drag like lead.
lately, though, the fatigue had eased. ever since you and your companions fell from the sky (quite literally), amphoreus had felt… lighter. brighter. and you—oh, you were something else entirely. a whirlwind of kindness, slipping into his life like sunlight through cathedral glass.
you helped without being asked, whether it was hauling crates for merchants or standing back-to-back with him in battle, your laughter ringing sharp and bright over the clash of steel.
when the weight of his duty pressed too heavy on his shoulders, you'd bump against him with a grin, tossing out some ridiculous joke about "heirs and graces" or calling him "your deliverance" in that terribly formal voice you only used to mock greedy nobility. it should've been annoying. instead, phainon found himself playing along, flourishing a dramatic bow or clutching his chest like you'd wounded him, just to hear that startled chuckle of yours.
and that was the thing—you matched him. not just in battle (though the way you moved together made his pulse race), but in the quiet moments too. when he'd sigh over paperwork, you'd slide a cup of tea across the table, the exact way he liked it. when he muttered some sarcastic remark under his breath, you'd catch it and volley back something even sharper, your eyes sparkling with mischief. for the first time, phainon didn't have to be the chrysos heir or the flawless deliverer. he could just be... himself.
phainon doesn't know when it happened—doesn't remember the exact moment you slipped past all his carefully maintained boundaries and became as constant as his own heartbeat.
maybe it was when you first fell asleep on his couch, boots still caked with amphoreus dirt and one arm dangling off the edge like a knocked-over puppet, snoring softly with your mouth slightly open. phainon had meant to wake you—really, he had—but the way golden hour light caught in your lashes made something in his ribs squeeze too tight. he'd just... draped a blanket over you instead (and maybe lingered a second too long tucking it around your shoulders).
or maybe it was the notes. those ridiculous little scraps of paper you'd leave everywhere—stuck to his coffee cup with "DRINK ME :D" in your neat handwriting, the smiley face lopsided like it had been drawn in a hurry. phainon would sigh, rolling his eyes with all the theatrical flair of a stage actor, but his fingers would trace the edges of the paper anyway.
he'd keep it stuck to the cup for days, carefully peeling it off before washing and pressing it back on when dry, until the ink blurred from condensation and the corners curled beyond saving. the morning he woke to find it finally disintegrated, he stared at the blank ceramic with a pathetic pout for a full minute before making his coffee, and if it tasted more bitter than usual—well. that was between him and his pathetic heart.
somehow, you'd become part of his daily rhythm—greeting him with sleep-soft smiles in the morning, filling his too-quiet kitchen with off-key humming as you burned your eggs (every. single. time.), draping yourself dramatically across his desk when paperwork piled too high just to make him laugh. he'd hosted other chrysos heirs before, of course, but they never stayed long—too put off by his careless clutter or his habit of singing terrible ballads while bathing.
(aglaea stayed. but phainon will have to think twice before inviting her again. she had accidentally seen the insides of his closet and... phainon shudders when he thought of what happened after that.)
but you? you fit. like sunlight through his stained-glass windows, you colored everything brighter without trying. you didn't just share his space—you made it feel like home for the first time, with your terrible jokes echoing down the halls and your warm hands always finding ways to brush against his, casual as anything. phainon should've been unsettled by how easily you'd carved out a place beside him. instead, he found himself leaning into your gravity, helpless as a moth to flame.
and now here you were, scuffing your boot against the cobblestones, one hand nervously scratching the back of your neck—that telltale habit he’d memorized. your other hand clutched something small, held out like a secret. "i made you something," you murmured, voice feather-soft, as if the words might dissolve if spoken too loud.
his head tilts just a fraction too far to the right, the way it always does when he's trying (and failing) to play casual. "oh?" the word comes out airier than he intended, voice skipping up an octave on that single syllable. "for me?" there's that familiar teasing lilt, but his fingers have started drumming against his thigh—a nervous staccato rhythm that betrays how his chest has gone suspiciously tight.
he slings a hand onto his hip, the picture of effortless grace if you ignore how his other hand keeps flexing like he's physically stopping himself from reaching out. it takes every ounce of self-control not to sink to his knees right there in the dirt, not to cradle whatever you're offering like sacred relics.
when he says "partner, you shouldn't have," it comes out half-breathless, the end curling upward with barely-contained delight despite the way he's mentally kicking himself.
gods, he sounds like some starstruck recruit receiving their first medal, not a seasoned chrysos heir being handed—what, a trinket? a scrap of fabric? it doesn't matter. you touched it. that alone makes it priceless.
you nod, unfolding your palm to reveal two bracelets—one adorned with a golden sun charm, the other with a silver crescent moon. the beads are carefully strung, alternating between warm amber and cool blues, like the sky at dusk. "this one’s yours," you say, lifting the sun bracelet. "and this one’s mine."
phainon’s breath catches.
he’s not sure what to say. for once, the ever-eloquent, ever-charming man is speechless. his fingers tremble slightly as he takes the bracelet from you, turning it over in his hands like it’s something sacred. "you… made this?"
"yeah." your laugh flutters like a moth around candlelight, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. "i thought—well. you’re like the sun, y’know?" the words come out soft, almost apologetic, as you gesture vaguely toward the sky. "all… bright and warm. and i’m…" your thumb brushes the moon charm on your own wrist, a self-deprecating little smile tugging at your lips. "not. so. moon." you shrug, like it’s an afterthought, like you haven’t just pressed the universe—a piece of your heart—into his palms with trembling hands.
phainon’s breath stutters. the bracelet is cool against his skin, but it burns where it touches, branding him with the weight of your quiet confession. his fingers curl around it—around you—and when he looks up, his expression cracks open like dawn over a battlefield: devastating in its naked awe.
he wants to press a thousand promises into your palms in return, wants to carve open his ribs and show you how you’ve taken root between them. but nothing in his vaults could equal this.
nothing exists that could equal this. so he does the only thing he can—he gives you the shattered, gasping thing that used to be his heart, wholly and without condition.
because you’re wrong. so terribly, beautifully wrong. if you’re the moon, then you’re the kind that pulls tides, that guides lost travelers home, that spins the very world on its axis.
and phainon? he’s just a speck of stardust caught in your orbit, content to burn up in your glow if it means he can linger here, just a little longer, in the light of a love he’s done nothing to deserve.
phainon’s throat feels dry.
he doesn't even pretend to hesitate. the bracelet is on his wrist before you can blink, he holds it up to the light with wide, shining eyes, turning his wrist this way and that as if checking how the sun catches on the beads—if he had a tail then it might as well be wagging hard enough to knock over furniture. (it is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. after you, of course.)
"it's perfect," he breathes, voice gone all soft and wonder-filled. then his grin goes lopsided, the kind of giddy that makes his nose scrunch adorably—like he's trying and failing to play it cool. "i'm never taking it off. like, ever-ever. try and stop me."
"wow, never?" you tease, rocking back on your heels, hands flying up in mock surrender. "i don't think i quite believe you—" you reach out like you're going to snatch it back, laughing when he yanks his wrist to his chest with an overdramatic gasp. "what if i made you a better one? with, i don't know... actual craftsmanship next time?"
"nope!" he chirps, cradling the bracelet protectively. "this one's mine now. it's already imprinted on me. like a baby duck. or a uhh... really clingy barnacle." he's beaming so hard it looks like it hurts, all bright eyes and delighted crinkles at their corners.
"okay okay!" you yelp, laughter bubbling up as you shove at his shoulder, face burning. "dramatic much? fine, keep your tacky sun charm." but your eyes keep darting to his wrist, shining with something unbearably fond.
phainon had already made up his mind the moment those beads slid onto his wrist—this bracelet would become part of him, as permanent as his own pulse. but seeing you now, all flustered giggles and sparkling eyes, your fingers nervously brushing against your matching moon charm like you still can't believe he actually wears it? oh. oh no. now it's not just a promise, it's a sacred vow carved into his bones.
(he imagines archaeologists finding his skeleton centuries later, still clutching these sun-faded beads, and thinks: good.)
and he doesn't.
not when training leaves it smudged with dirt. not when bathwater turns the threads dark and heavy. not even when (as predicted) you knock an entire cup of hot chocolate onto it during dinner, your horrified apologies dissolving into laughs as he proudly declares the new stains "part of its charm."
the bracelet stays, as constant as his heartbeat—and just as irreplaceable. even when he's elbow-deep in his duties, the sun charm gleaming amidst all the gold and finery like a little declaration: i'm loved. see? someone chose me.
he catches himself staring at it often, thumb brushing over the sun charm absently, his chest swelling with something unbearably fond.
(and if he sometimes, in his most private moments, presses his nose to the beads just to see if they still smell like you—well. that's between him and the bracelet.)
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"i wonder what's got our esteemed deliverer looking like he won the jackpot," dan heng murmurs, watching as phainon practically bounces between unimpressed merchants, shoving his wrist in their faces with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever presenting its favorite stick.
trailblazer leans against a nearby crate, squinting at the scene. "maybe he found a really good product to add to his skincare routine? dude's been glowing brighter than the amphoreus sun lately." they pause, then gasp dramatically. "or! or maybe he did win the lottery—"
"he owns three properties, perhaps even more," dan heng deadpans, not looking up from his scroll. "somehow i doubt earning a ton of money is the cause of... whatever this is." he gestures vaguely at phainon, who's now twirling in place to better showcase his wrist to a very confused fruit vendor.
trailblazer's boots scrape against cobblestones as they spring up with all the subtlety of a fireworks display. "well there's one way to find out!" they announce, already striding forward before dan heng can grab their collar. "hey phainon, what's got you all—mmph!"
an armoured hand clamps over their mouth mid-sentence, yanking them backward so abruptly their feet briefly leave the ground. mydei hauls them behind a market stall with the efficiency of someone used to containing disasters, his composure barely masking the slight panic and irritation in his eyes.
"must you always," he hisses through gritted teeth, "invite chaos directly into our lives? do you seriously want that fool to saunter over here and ramble about some stupid bracelet?"
dan heng materializes beside the struggling trailblazer like a particularly done-with-this-nonsense shadow. "bracelet?" he asks, one eyebrow climbing toward his hairline as his gaze flicks between mydei and the distant, still-gushing phainon.
mydei exhales like a man carrying the weight of the entire holy city, dragging a hand down his face in that particular way someone does when questioning all their life choices. he puts a full two steps between himself and trailblazer before crossing his arms with enough force to make his biceps bulge.
"that absolute fool," he mutters, watching phainon practically glow as he shoves his wrist under some poor spice merchant's nose. the sunlight catches on the beads—a sun charm dangling proudly amidst the threads. "has been showing off that damn bracelet that your companion made for him. even i've had enough of him rambling about it for hours, even during our training."
dan heng's lips quirk up just a fraction. "so that's what's been happening." his mind wandering back to you acting nervous and jittery as you tried to quietly hype yourself up and practicing what to say when you finally handed the gift to phainon. "i wondered why they'd been practicing knotwork at three in the morning last week."
"jealousy doesn't suit you, your highness," trailblazer sing-songs, wisely keeping dan heng between themselves and mydei's wrath. "we could put in a special order for you—maybe a little crown charm? though it might clash with your whole 'disapproving aura' thing you've got going—"
the temperature seems to raise several degrees as mydei's glare could melt steel. "i'd rather wear a live scorpion."
"hmm. as i thought," dan heng murmurs, watching phainon literally skip to the next stall. "though i suppose we should be grateful. this is marginally less disruptive than when he tried to serenade the entire market square last week in an attempt to calm the people protesting."
mydei huffs through his nose, the sound of a man who's given up on dignity entirely. "i suppose it could be worse," he concedes, watching phainon practically dance between market stalls like a puppy who's been given a new toy.
all three of them wear identical expressions—the particular mix of fondness and suffering reserved for people who are practically prone to disasters a little too much.
and oh, what a disaster he is.
"look at this," phainon declares to a very confused flower vendor, shoving his wrist forward with the reverence of someone displaying holy relics.
the sun charm catches the light as it spins, throwing little golden dots across his grinning face. "my partner—well, not yet, but—they made this! see how the beads catch the light just so? and the stitching here—" his finger traces the threads with absurd tenderness, "—they must've redone this part at least three times to get it perfect. for me. can you believe that?"
the word partner sits heavy on his tongue, sweet as stolen honey. it's ridiculous, really—he'd called you that for weeks as a joke, a placeholder, something to tease you with when you got flustered.
now it burns in his chest like a brand, too big and too true. he wants to say it properly, wants to press the word into your palms like an offering: partner not as comrades or companions, but as two celestial bodies caught in each other's orbit, inevitable as dawn.
phainon tucks the moment away like a pressed flower between parchment—precious, fragile, waiting. for now, he'll cradle this gift of yours against his pulse, let it warm him from the inside out. but soon. oh, soon.
he'll learn the exact way you take your coffee (two sugars, stirred clockwise). he'll memorize every nervous habit—how you chew your lip when concentrating, how your fingers flutter when lying.
he'll collect all the quiet, ordinary miracles of you until he can craft something worthy in return. not grand gestures or gold-lined promises, but something true. something that says i see you as clearly as you've always seen him.
one day, he'll work up the courage to slide a matching ring beside that moon bracelet. one day, he'll say "partner" and mean it in every sense that matters. one day, he'll kiss the calluses on your fingers from all that careful knot-tying and whisper "my turn" against your palms.
but for now? for now he lingers by the marble archway, content to watch you tumble through the garden with a pack of overexcited chimeras. your laughter rings clearer than a fountain's chime as a baby chimera pounces on your sleeve, its wings flapping wildly while you pretend to lose balance.
"oh nooo," you drawl, collapsing dramatically into the patch of grass as three more creatures come barreling into the pile, "i've been defeated by the mighty lord fluffkins!"
sunlight filters through the jasmine vines, painting dappled gold across your smile—the same gold that now lives permanently around his wrist. one of the smaller chimeras tries to nibble at your bracelet, and your resulting gasp of betrayal is so theatrical it sends phainon's heart into somersaults.
he leans against the pillar, content to memorize this: how your nose scrunches when a chimera licks your cheek, how your fingers move with such gentle certainty through tangled fur, how effortlessly you love things. the realization settles warm in his chest—he could wait forever if it meant seeing you this happy.
after all, the sun has all the patience in the world when it comes to the moon.
you, meanwhile, wear your bracelet like a secret victory, fingers constantly finding their way to the moon charm—not to hide it anymore, but just to feel the weight of it against your skin.
sure, you still get flustered when phainon catches you admiring it, but now there's a new boldness in how you let it catch the light during conversations, how you "accidentally" brush your wrist against his whenever you walk side by side.
sometimes you catch his gaze lingering on it during strategy sessions, and instead of looking away, you'll flick or turn your wrist just to make the beads shimmer. the way his breath hitches is worth every bit of embarrassment.
other times, when he's busy showing off his to some poor, trapped merchant for the fifteenth time that day, you'll lean against his shoulder and chime in with, "how'd you know it took me three tries to get the knotting right?" just to watch his entire face light up like you've hung the stars yourself.
it's silly, really. just woven thread and cheap metal. but when the sunlight hits them just right, turning both charms into mirror images of each other? well. phainon would battle a thousand enemies before letting anything happen to these silly little bracelets.
what absolutely wrecks phainon—what sends his pulse skittering like a startled rabbit—is catching those quiet moments when you think no one sees. the absentminded way your thumb rubs across the moon charm while you're lost in thought, wearing that soft little smile usually reserved for sunrise viewings and particularly fluffy chimeras. the way your gaze drifts from his face to his wrist during conversations, your lips quirking like you're sharing a secret with yourself.
it drives him insane.
he wants to kiss you. he wants to whisper against your temple all the words that clot in his throat—how you make ordinary moments feel sacred, how he treasures every scar and freckle like constellations only he gets to map.
but for now, he collects these fragments like prayer beads: the way you absentmindedly touch your bracelet when you hear his voice, how you lean into his space when explaining its design to curious townsfolk, your shoulder warm against his arm. how sometimes, when you think he's not looking, you press the moon charm to your lips like it's a secret promise.
for the way the sun and moon orbit each other, always close, never quite touching.
(not yet.)

this was such a joy to write—thank you so much for the lovely request, sugar! there’s something so tender about phainon, this larger-than-life figure, being completely undone by something as simple as a handmade gift. the idea of him treasuring it, showing it off to anyone who’ll listen (and even those who won’t), lives in my mind rent-free. i like to think he’s the type to hold onto little things like this, to press them close to his heart like they’re something sacred. and of course, reader matching his energy—quietly proud, just as smitten, but a little more subtle about it—was the perfect dynamic to play with. i lowkey would've been showing it off too. trailblazer and dan heng would NOT be able to catch a break LOLOL thank you for reading this, and as always, please feel free to reblog and share your thoughts!
#lazy-ahh#honkai star rail#phainon#x gender neutral reader#honkai star rail x reader#phainon x reader#puppy of aedes elysiae#featuring: trailblazer dan heng and mydei
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big snowy❄️
#rkgk#sketch#phainon#khaslana#mydei#mydeimos#hsr 3.4#honkai star rail 3.4#aedes elysiae#amphoreus#illustration#fanart#honkai star rail#honkai star rail fanart#chrysos heirs#fluff#phainon of aedes elysiae#hsr spoilers#phaidei#myphai#phainon's anan interview
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Considering we know that Aedes Elysiae was home to faeries Memlings, I'm constantly imagining a Phainon who lives his life by all these in-grained, seemingly unnecessary (to outsiders) traditions designed around the fae folk...
Don't give your real name to strangers.
Always keep your promises.
Never trust anything offered freely.
Don't express any of your own wishes; you may not be able to pay the price of the granting.
Eat only the food of those you know by heart.
Wear a ring of iron to ward off the ill-intentioned.
Carry sweets and trinkets in your pocket to distract mischievous fae.
Do not enter a home until you're sure of your welcome.
But also: Do not reject visitors--greet all who come with hospitality; you never know what disguises a fairy may use.
Sometimes the children come back from the forest a little bit different. You didn't see anything and nothing has changed.
Make equal time for each who you hold close; jealousy is among the gravest dangers.
Leave milk and golden honey on the window ledge in offering.
Let no debt go unpaid, and leave no injustice unavenged.
Mydei: Castrum Kremnos was the most untamed place in Amphoreus--
Phainon: Aedes Elysiae was surely a paradise in comparison. One of my old neighbors traded his firstborn for a goat that talked in riddles once!
Mydei: --you know what, never mind.
#honkai star rail#phainon#faeries#aedes elysiae#ever since that Cyrene flashback where she told Phainon to go play with the faeries#the entire “Don't reveal your real name” thing has felt so on the nose#and I also like toying with the idea that no one from Aedes Elysiae is *actually* human#like sure there's fae that look like cutesy little animals#but also all the “people” of Aedes Elysiae are just something...#not-quite-right#Phainon can pull titans out of the sky and he's like#yeah I think that was just all the weight training or something?#surely everyone could be this strong if they worked at it?#not realizing that he is very much NOT like any of the other “people” in Amphoreus lol#and there's also the fact that Phainon repeatedly makes a big deal out of#“I haven't fought HUMANS in a while”#yes I know he means he only fights titankin/black tide#but there's something so specific in separating himself from those he considers “human”...#Dolos got cat people#Aedes Elysiae got “thought they were normal only because they've never met *actual* humans” fae folk#this is why Phainon is actually obsessed with treasure appraisal and wealth#he got that fae hoarding tendency lolol
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SPEND A WHOLE DAY WITH PHAINON BUT ONLY FOR CN SERVER?!
IS THIS REAL GUYS ?! SO NOT FAIR I WANT IT TOO😭😭😭 SOMEONE HELP ME FIND THE VIDEO IN BILIBILI
#phainon#mydei x phainon#phaidei#mydei#mydei x reader x phainon#hsr#honkai star rail#amphoreus#anaxa#phainon of aedes elysiae#aedes elysiae#sampo
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You remember the first time Phainon said your name with a vexing clarity.
Well, ‘announced with all the vigor of a gorilla in its prime’ would be a more accurate description of that moment, not that you can word this out loud in front of ordinary folk — not anymore. What beget that incident and how he came to know of your identity are details even you question currently.
Exhilarating is the simplest (and most positive) word to describe the experience with the Chrysos Heir, being in his presence is no less riveting than witnessing a blood-warming battle straight from Castrum Kremnos. As such, against your judgement and awareness, it seemed that most things became a blur whenever he was nearby.
Not that it stirs an affirmative thrill in your arteries now. It did back then ; when he'd so brazenly dedicated his victory to your name in front of hundreds, nay, thousands of citizens, uncaring of the uncertain state of your acquaintanceship. You recall being more confused than overjoyed at the seemingly once-in-a-lifetime event of a Hero's attention falling upon you. But that, too, was swept by the tide of envious curiosity of the people of Okhema soon.
You don't blame them, you'd question if a nobody became the subject of reverence of a hero so suddenly as well. But that didn't mean you were no less annoyed by it, especially as it seemed that Phainon had no intention of quitting this practice. Every spar, every small victory towards the Flame-Chase and even the most random of achievements — he'd dedicate to you, the declarations becoming bolder each time.
You don't even need to ask what exactly you did to have him so invested, he has scarce control of his mouth when it concerns you. Do you believe the things he says though? That criteria, will not be met regardless of how sincere the Hero appears to be. You're not someone who's had to mingle with people of this volume, the invisible pushes to step into Phainon's world, direct or indirect, do not soothe your nerves in the slightest.
Ballads speak of the distant days when the sun used to kiss the soil of Amphoreus, but you weren't fortunate enough to witness those times. You've been reprimanded in a recent style lately though, your surroundings are quick to point at the dawn-incarnate, dashing specimen of a hero who's illuminated your once dull life and wonder so starry-eyed how grateful you must feel.
You used to roll your eyes at these whispers for a short frame of time. But as whispers ascended to theater and people eagerly awaited to spectate the turns of your ‘love story’, you really started to feel grateful. Not because you were pleased with your situation, but because of the support Phainon had provided throughout. He'd commented lightly once, you aren't built for such a harsh life. You deserve to recline, let others — him do the heavy-lifting and indulge yourself.
You tried your utmost to prove this redundant hypothesis incorrect. But dogs, once sufficiently attached, will always return to the master no matter how far one throws the toy. In moments of vulnerability, if even darkness helps, people will cling to it. And if it is the sun, they'll embrace blindness against the wishes of their conscience.
In Amphoreus, there goes the tale of the valiant hero and the beloved he's claimed as his life. Only in moments of clarity do you recall, it is nothing but the recounting of your immurement.
#the way phainon introduces himself as “phainon of aedes elysiae” made me think#yan phainon declares his adoration with pride. because he feels alive and guided by remembering the things he's affectionate towards#or so i think orz#yandere phainon#yandere phainon x reader#phainon x reader#yandere hsr#yandere honkai star rail#yandere hsr x reader#yandere honkai star rail x reader#phainon brainrot#phainon
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They didn't need to do this to my poor phaidei heart man....
#phaidei#phainon elysiae#phainon#mydeimos#mydei#PLEASE LET THEM BE HAPPY FOR ONCE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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see you tomorrow, friend
#took years off my life#pls zoom in 💔#my art#art#digital art#fanart#artists on tumblr#honkai#honkai starrail#hsr#hsr art#hsr 3.4#khaslana#phainon#flame reaver#amphoreus#hoyoverse#starrail#aedes elysiae#phainon of aedes elysiae#new quest? crushing.
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imagine talking to cyrene and she already knows what you’re thinking about
cyrene: do i look like one of your friends?
you, trying so hard not to tear up: yeah
cyrene: and phainon, does he remind you of someone?
you: yeah, my… um…
cyrene: your lover?
you: that. i’m sorry, i’m having a bit of trouble not going insane on this planet.
cyrene: everyone reminds you of your friends, including me.
you: yeah.. is it okay if we just sit down and chat for a bit?
cyrene: yeah! are you sure your friends won’t mind you being frozen for so long?
you: they’ll manage, i think?
meeting acheron probably sent you into cardiac arrest
acheron: have we met before?
you: o-oh… i’m not sure.
acheron, sighing with her arms crossed: i thought you had died that day with… him.
you: she probably means kevin.
you: well, i’m not them.
acheron: i know, and i’m not her either.
you: where’s.. y’know…?
acheron: dead.
you: honestly, i’m not surprised.
more moments with phainon because i love him and i miss kevin
phainon: you remind me a lot like an old friend.
you: would you be surprised if i said the same thing?
phainon: probably not, but who knows? you looked ready to cry when you saw me.
you: ignore that, i just really miss him.
phainon: what happened to him?
you: well, uh… he’s kinda dead, and you…
you looked him up and down, literally seeing kevin staring right back at you. you weren’t able to finish your sentence before you turned away with your head buried into your hands.
phainon: ah—[name]?
you, now sobbing into your hands: you look so much like him!!
phainon: i’ll try not looking like him!?!
you: no!
phainon, sweatdropping, gave you pats on there back: there, there, don’t cry.
you: i’m gonna eat you so aggressively. you’re so adorable.
phainon: w-what?
#☆. kaz、chatting!#hsr#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#honkar star rail#phainon x reader#phainon x male reader#cyrene hsr#cyrene#acheron#acheron hsr#kevin kaslana#kevin kaslana x reader#elysia#raiden mei
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he gets greeted by gay ppl no matter the planet
#honkai star rail#hsr#phaidei#phainon of aedes elysiae#phainon#khaslana#mydeimos#mydei#hsr mydei#hsr phainon
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new Phainon official art
#honkai star rail#hsredit#phainon#phainon of aedes elysiae#honkaiedit#phainon hsr#honkai: star rail#my edits#good lord they are going all in with the fanservice ahsklgdkgs#nice.#😏😏😏
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