#unneism

[aratribow]

One of the ocs of my platonic spouse @saunne FINALLY BROKE THROUGH AND IS NOW OUT IN THE WILD!!

The link to his fic right here!

Enid "Elpis" Ainsley

A Doctor of Chaos (Harmony/Fire) originating from the Xianzhou Luofu. She is one of the Heliobi that separated from Furynox during the Fyxestroll event. Just like the Chess Ghost, she was deemed harmless by the Ten-Lords Commission (because she saw IX and turned into a Doctor of Chaos almost on the spot) and let roam free, being even allowed to leave Xianzhou after having made a deal with them.

Enid is obsessed with the concept of "becoming human". As an Heliobi, she does not possess her own emotions and no innate moral or ethical system and she believes that emotions and moral/ethics could be the key to "cure" IX. As a non-human, she then decided to use herself as her own test subject to try to learn "Humanity".

As her challenge to IX, she asked to be sealed in a doll-body, cutting herself from possessing hosts to feed on their emotions, in order to learn how to feel her own emotions + "to exist is to suffer" as Heliobi have a certain level of repulsion against advanced technical equipment due to their ability to manipulate energy.

She decided to attach her existence to none other than ✨ Veritas Ratio ✨ (and I'm sorry Enid, you cute but your taste is shit)

[saunne]

People will talk for years about the day Shuhu, Emanator of Yaoshi, met their end on the Xianzhou Luofu. 

Without ever having been there, they will talk about what an absolute slaughter of a fight it had been. They will sing the glory of the Xianzhou Luofu and its Cloud Knights, speaking of the sacrifice of the brave and a duly earned victory. Epics will be written about this battle, commemorating yet another triumph of The Hunt over The Abundance.

Yes, one day this devastation will be glorious, Jing Yuan thought. But right now, it was just that. A destruction beyond measure, an undeniable bloodbath. 

A victory that felt more like a loss.

There was a mournful sound discernible as he made his way through the remains of this carnage, made of weeping and doleful vocalizations. A hypnotic song of captivating melancholia, whose reverberating echo sent shivers down Jing Yuan's spine. If he had been more ignorant, he might have believed it to be the mesmeric and forever-lasting song of a pod of Void Song Whales, whose laments crossed the light years of the sidereal void without faltering.

(But he knew, didn't he ? He knew better than that.)

(He wished he didn't.)

A Vidyadhara elegy.

A growing sense of foreboding made him quicken his pace, as he finally became aware of the otherwise quiet of the battlefield. The Vidyadharas were beings of community and sharing, their elegies being no exception. The fact that none of the Vidyadhara roaming the battlefield made their own contribution to the threnody could only mean one thing...

It had to be Dan Feng.

Collaboration with @itsredpaint based on their AU. Please read the authors notes and the tags carefully.

[saunne]

Jing Yuan had been raised for his position, trained, carved, forged, sharpened into a weapon, into a symbol, into a hope.

(Jing Yuan, Luofu’s future.) 

The next General-Arbiter, the one chosen by the Lightning Lord itself. But one was not chosen by the Lightning Lord, was not chosen by The Reignbow Arbiter, by being mellow and pliable and pleasant. 

Jing Yuan was The Hunt, in the more conciliatory guise of The Erudition. A sharp blade in a leather sheath, an iron fist in a velvet glove, a sharp mind behind eyes as bright as the Lux Arrow.

And just like the Reignbow, he knew how to aim right, true and where it would have the most impact.

“You're worried, you say," he chuckled, his voice dark and cold, cold, cold. “Now that the crisis has passed ? Now that the fighting is over ? Now that everything is safe ?”

“Lieutenant-General I’m not sure I like your tone,” Preceptor Xuepu hissed through her teeth, all pretense of cordiality abandoned in a heartbeat. “Be aware of who you are talking to.”

“Oh, I am well aware that I am speaking to cowards who, despite their powers, were nowhere to be seen on the battlefield or in the field clinics for the entire duration of the crisis,” Jing Yuan snapped, as Starfall Reverie shimmered with a sickly yellow golden glow behind his back, bathing the tent in an unearthly light. “I think on the contrary, Preceptor Xuepu, that it is you who should be more aware of your tone.”

"Who do you think you are—”

“General Teng Xiao is dead,” Jingliu cut in dryly. “Under martial law, Lieutenant-General Jing Yuan has full authority until the crisis is resolved.”

Collaboration with @itsredpaint based on their AU. Please read the authors notes and the tags carefully.

[saunne]

Yinyue-jun had been an almost-god, a draft nearing inking, an ersatz deity who had collapsed its pedestal to walk among mortals, pushing the joke to the point of becoming a devotee itself. Because what else could one call this obsession bordering on the maniacal, which had chained this superior being to a little thing of fleeting existence like Yingxing ? Dan Feng had made Yingxing's body a temple, an altar, and an idol all at once, transforming every kiss and caress into an offering, every whisper into a prayer, every breath into a plea. 

They had wrapped the very meaning of their existence around that of Yingxing, just like ivy wrapped itself around a tree, depending on the trunk’s steadiness so as not to collapse. But just as a tree aged and rotted, collapsing under the weight of the ivy that smothered it, Yingxing had fallen, dragging Dan Feng down with him.

Blade was what had remained of this sacrilegious act, of this tragedy and hidden even deeper within its cracked psyche, there had been Ren. 

Ren, who wasn't completely Blade but not entirely Yingxing either.

Ren, who was the edge of a blade, the dividing line between past and future, between emotions and irrationality, between love and hatred.

Ren, torn apart between Yingxing's desire to live for Dan Feng and Blade's desire to die because of Dan Feng. 

[saunne]

Amusingly, with his libido under control and his thirst quenched, Yingxing was even more efficient and productive than he was before, scaring the shit out of his fellow artisans as his already unbeatable talent seemed to double overnight.

The Preceptors hadn't been happy about this development because how could they spit on a genius like Yingxing without coming across as the bitter assholes they were desperately trying to appear not to be ?

Dan Feng sighed in relief as his clepsydra signaled the end of the time he had given himself until his break. 

Setting down his brush, he took a moment to stretch his wrists before grabbing the replica box lying a little further away, smiling softly as he felt the walls vibrate faintly against his hand. 

Today was his and Yingxing's first anniversary so Dan Feng had kindly implied their near murder to anyone trying to force him to work this particular evening. His “fuck you kindly customer service smile” as Yingxing called it had reached levels of industrial saccharine of such intensity that even Lady Xuepu, the most annoying of his Preceptors, had made a hasty retreat when she saw it directed towards her. He knew she would come back to piss him off a little before his scheduled departure time, like she did every time, but for now he was peacefully left alone.

Which turned out to be perfect for teasing his lover thoroughly throughout the day.

[saunne]

"I was wondering," he finally said after a slight beat because there was really no way to say it gracefully, "about your body."

A silence.

“Oh, so that’s why you kept staring at my breasts.”

Veritas painfully felt the lack of his favorite mask at his side, whose opaque and rigid protection would have been greatly welcome in dealing with the absolute embarrassment of this conversation.

"Not that there's much to see, I'm afraid," she continued, unfazed, as her mechanical fingers delicately brushed against the porcelain plates that concealed the gears and the outdated yet still high quality ingenia technology she was made of. "Although, I agree, it's a very pretty body. The Xianzhou craftsmen were kind enough to provide me with a very aesthetic model. However I believe that if I were capable of feeling it, this kind of remark and your ogling, according to the social customs linked to female gender roles, dictate that I should feel offended."

"Let's be grateful for small mercies and that you're unable of it, then," he sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose with weariness. "It saves us a pointless argument. Because I know that you know it wasn't the point I was trying to make."

She tilted her head to the side, radiating sparkling joy despite the icy stillness of her too-perfect features. "I know. Your interest lies in substance rather than form, am I right ? What element of my humble self caught your curiosity then, my good doctor ?"

The entirety of what composes you, from the smallest cogs in your fingers to the surprisingly human functioning of your vocal cords, he wanted to say in a moment of brutal honesty he pained to suppress. I would like to take you apart piece by piece and see what you are made of, how, why. I would like to undo you so that I can rebuild you better, if I were assured that the slightest modification would not lead to the premature destruction of your "self".

With a delicious fanart made by @aratribow HERE.

[saunne]

“I saw,” Ren whispered, slender wrist brought to his mouth, lips trembling not knowing whether to kiss or bite. “I saw,” he reiterated, like a prayer, pleading for understanding, letting his breath ghost over the pale skin in a caress before letting go..

(I saw the monster lurking in the depths of your being, masquerading as divine, the hungry predator that couldn't let its prey escape should it damn the rest of the universe. I saw the Divinity flowing in your blood and nesting in your marrow, its breath resounding to the rhythm of the beating heart you offered on a silver platter, for me to treasure, for me to ruin. I saw the man and all their facets, a jewel of perfection nestled in the hollow of my embrace until my humanity tarnished them with no chance of redemption.)

A hand, large and calloused and heavy, tangled itself in his hair, forcing him to raise his head. “If you have seen,” Yingxing hummed contentedly, “then you can look again. Open your eyes Ren and look at them.”

(Ren opened his eyes as Blade closed its own.)

[saunne]

what flavor is your soul? by crunchycrowes

oh spry little dryad, spinning sprite, you drift through life as light as lion down. you are the chimes of churchbells and the laughter of faeries. gossamer and spidersilk shine from your ribs. life is fleeting, you more than anyone should know that. something we love today may never see tomorrow's sun. you pride yourself on skipping through moments, soft and merry. but you do not let your soul be tethered. is it for freedom or fear, sweetheart, that you do not let yourself be tamed? you are as fresh as and wild as bluebirds in snow, you smile at your problems before dashing away. hoping they will never catch up to you. but even nike can't run forever. you have been hurt before. but that is life. you wish to never feel that way again, but regretfully I must tell you that is nothing short of impossible. life is but part sorrow part sun, you cannot have teacups until they are burned by the kiln. oh I see the scars child, they shimmer down your chest, I see the pain in your eyes. but I also see the stardust. keep smiling, but allow tears also. you do not have to be solely wonder, fear, you are allowed to be bitter. so bite, and scream, and laugh, and love. that is what makes life worth living.

[saunne]

What color does your love feel like? by olympiansally

Fireworks, borrowed lighters and sparklers against a dark backdrop, yours is a love that burns stark and bright. It's scary though, like things that burn always tend to be, but for you it isn't the thrill of the open flames that gives pause and a slight stomach drop of terror, but rather the time when the flames go out, the sparkler ends and the night is cold and dark once again. Fireworks, borrowed lighters, a striken match, your love burns bright and fast and then maybe it passes, maybe the feeling dies out and you're left in the cold once again. And that's the feeling isn't it? Of being bored and waiting for someone to light you up again? To be fair, you do know you don't need it, but then again we don't often crave the things we need. And you crave and yearn and burn in the wait, restless in the knowledge that at some point someone will pass and rub you the right way, that some day you'll light up the night sky bright yet again. There's comfort in the darkness and solace in the predictable loneliness of the in between, but your heart still squirms inside you, waiting and willing and begging to burn up again. Your love might not be comfort, it's not one for the sick days, but then again, there's a reason why everyone waits for the shining lights in the sky during holidays.

[saunne]

Kafka wasn't even sure what had left her lips, mind filled with static and Spirit Whisper singing under her breath as she reached out, grabbed and seized, deaf to the prayer-like moan that escaped from Jing Yuan’s tempting mouth. She barely felt how the ridges of Jing Yuan's armor dug into the relief of her spine as the woman collapsed, whole body seized with a tremolo-like tremor. 

With quivering eyes hidden behind closed eyelids, Kafka let herself be carried away by Jing Yuan’s melody, losing herself in the most delicate nuances of the tonal color, in the cadence of the notes, in the phrases and motifs and bridges, tasting the notes on her tongue and feeling the emotion rise, ascend, climax.

She opened her eyes with a trembling breath, her mind saturated with something incredible, inconceivable, exhilarating. It was a matter of an instant for Kafka to reverse their positions, pressing a limp-bodied Jing Yuan against the wall, pulling that marvelous thick hair with a firm hand to reveal the curve of a pale neck. The marks left by her rouge almost looked like wounds in the semi-darkness, as she worshiped that swan-like throat with feathery kisses, feeling the slightest quiver of suppressed moans beneath her mouth.

Elio was a composer, Kafka his conductor and Ren would be one of their joint masterpieces. 

But Jing Yuan ? 

Jing Yuan was a magnum opus.

Jing Yuan's spirit sang an angel's choir in the embrace of her Spirit Whisper, soft and malleable and delicate in all its strength. Not the slightest trace of resistance, not the slightest surrender either. 

An offering, on a platter, all for her to grasp, all for her to devour.

All for her to ruin, all for her to destroy.

All for her to sublimate, to rebuild, to elevate.

Jing Yuan was a magnum opus and Kafka wanted to make her sing.

Gift to @aratribo and @hunterfromtheabyss ! 💜

[saunne]

do you survive the narrative? by ihione

you were all doomed from the beginning , but by god the journey was beautiful wasn't it? the friends you made, the songs you sang all screamed one thing: I LIVED. who else can say that?

[saunne]

what color are you? by lesblep

you want badly to be kind, to be loved, to be precious, missed when you're gone. you are terrified of being the thing you fear. you want people to come looking for you. you aren't and never have been one dimensional, even when everyone else insists it would be easier if you were.

[saunne]

How the only sounds he was capable of making were the softest and most plaintive moans and whimpers, interspersed with heavy, desperate sobs.

How pleasing it is, Dan Feng thought, to see the arrogant fall.

“Won’t you look at me, my star ?” Dan Feng teased in a soft voice, his hand coming to gently rub the top of his lover's head, ruffling the delicate, sweat-sticky silver strands as one would do to comfort an animal in distress. “I can’t do anything for you if you don’t tell me what you need.”

There was a moment of suspense before Yingxing's hands let go of the sheets, sinking into the mattress as the artisan pressed on his trembling arms to slowly get up. Dan Feng's hand followed the movement, sliding down a damp cheek to cup Yingxing's chin, lifting the artisan's lowered head to face him and meet his gaze.

And oh, what a vision it was.

Yingxing was an absolute mess, his pale skin tinged with a bright red blush. His cheeks were stained with trails of tears, some dry and others still half wet, as crystalline drops continued to escape from the corners of his eyes. Some were trapped in his thick eyelashes, while others glossed with a wet sheen his blown-pupiled eyes, the thinnest circle of the delicate purplish-blue of his irises barely left visible. His lips were red, dark and tempting and Dan Feng didn't hesitate to dive in for a kiss, savoring their swollen and wet softness. He could almost taste the blood through the thin skin, the lips having been bitten in desperation when Yingxing had to stifle his lewd noises in order not to get caught.

Those same lips that parted to let out the sweetest of sighs, the most adorable mewls and whimpers, all of his lover's usual pride having burned to the ground in the face of his lust and despair.

Oh, how Dan Feng loved him like this, soft and supple and malleable and pleading, his thirst unquenched but wailing from overstimulation, begging for more while being unable to bear the weight of his demands. 

“A-Feng,” he begged with a watery sob, his voice soft and his trembling hand clinging to his lover's rich embroidered robe. “A-Feng, please.”

“What do you want, A-Xing ? What do you need from me ?”

[saunne]

Answer my questions and I'll tell you what kind of ghost you'd make in the afterlife by irishu

Unlike the others, you don't have to move objects or make a show of appearing in front of people. You could not care less about the everyday squabbles of humanity, and may be found in forests, mountains or other deserted places, where you have merged with the environment to the point where you are part of it. Your presence can be felt in the air, like the static electricity before a storm. Speaking of static, you have the tendency to disrupt and distort radio signals, which only adds creepiness points.

[saunne]

"Your skin," he finally gave in, as a secret rather than a fact, his rose-gold eyes finding again where said "skin" met the fine porcelain plates. "I initially thought it was porcelain as well, only to have this hypothesis invalidated by your ability to form expressions, no matter how faint. I am, however, left perplexed by its composition, hence my somewhat... insistent gaze."

She blinked slowly, the veil of her eyelids briefly hiding her enamel eyes. When the immobile and piercing irises —despite the soft pastel orange hue that had been chosen by the doll's craftsman— were visible again, she graced him with a surprising response.

"Why not see for yourself then ? Experience is said to be the mother of knowledge, after all."

Rating : General Audience Relationships : Dr. Ratio & Original Honkai: Star Rail Characters (Honkai: Star Rail)

Tags :

Worldbuilding ; Heliobi (Honkai: Star Rail) ; Post-Xianzhou Luofu Trailblaze Missions (Honkai: Star Rail) ; Post-Version 1.6 Trailblaze Continuance: Crown of the Mundane and Divine (Honkai: Star Rail)

Platonic Female/Male Relationships ; Freak & Freak

Curiosity ; Touching ; Accidental Sensuality

Doctor Is It Queer To Be Obsessed By Your New Student Automaton Body

Alexithymia ; Heliobi Have Alexithymia (Honkai: Star Rail) ; Heliobi Have No Morals or Ethics (Honkai: Star Rail)

Doctor of Chaos (Honkai: Star Rail)

[saunne]

Pros : The ADHDon't medecine is working. I can hear myself thinking and generally are much aware how scattered my brain is. My impulse control is still crap but at least I'm a lot more aware of it. Like I stop in the middle of doings Things™ sometimes and goes "why the fuck did I started doing that while I was doing that other thing instead". The "dry mouth" side effect is actually useful cause I drink three times more and are for once correctly hydrated.

Cons : It worsened my hearing sensitivity. Worsened as in doubled. In a week and half span. It's terrifying. The lowest sound level on my phone became "too much" after more than ten minutes. Even with the headphones in my ears but no sound, I am still far too aware of all the sounds around. I can't watch TV with my mom anymore because the constant sound changes drive me crazy. I almost had a panic attack at work again. Because of a phone ringing in a "bad tone". Children's cries turned into a weapon of mass destruction for my hearing and I have to work around children so if it keeps going it will become difficult really fast. The sounds I hear now have a direct influence on my mood: I listened to the same song almost constantly on repeat yesterday from 9:30 a.m. until 2:30 a.m. the next day because it put me in a "zone". I had "zone" sounds before but not to that extent.