โธป ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ. independent and private blade from hoyoverse's honkai: star rail. heavily based on headcanons and personal interpretations of source materials. mutuals only. low activity. not spoilers free. do not interact if you're under 21. established august 16, 2023. as written by taco (30+, they/them).
very heavy warnings for: suicidal ideation. death. torture. violence. gore
โ heavy bias towards literate roleplays and a priority for interactions with friends. however as stated above i'm on permanent low activity and work off a queue. please don't pressure me for replies! however as i'm scatterbrained, a gentle reminder now and then is more than welcome.
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... if the body does not die. and the fears borne in the mind continue to gather, the world would be nothing more than an eternal prison.
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๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ใ คindependent and private NEUVILLETTE from hoyoverse's genshin impact. ใ คheavily based on headcanons and personal interpretations of source materials. mutuals only. low activity. not spoilers free. ใ คdo not interact if you're under 21. established september 28, 2023. as written by taco (30+, they/them).
It cuts like a thousand swords, each reminder that this man is no longer the one he used to cherish, used to love, would have spent the remainder of a lifetime with even knowing Yingxing would eventually pass away while Jing Yuan would remain. In the end, that is exactly what had happened and so he thought he'd made his peace with it. It had hurt, of course. They'd never even gotten the chance to have that wedding, Jing Yuan never got the chance to call him husband. The knowledge that it had been Dan Feng to play that ending in hand only adding insult to injury and yet he'd moved on, eventually. He'd made his peace with it somehow. Had even managed to forgive the High Elder years later, when that forgiveness didn't mean anything anymore.
But this? Watching Blade wearing the features of his past lover, his fiance, but seeing none of the warmth, none of the recognition, none of the love, is a special kind of torture.
Yet, he still lets him into his own. He's still brewing him tea, still regaling him with stories, despite the snappish responses in turn. Because throughout it all, no sentiment has ever been as dangerous as idle hope and he supposes he's always been a fool for it.
He's grateful for the change of topic, even if his heart cannot scrounge up the same amount of levity anymore. At least his hand doesn't shake on the cup as he sets it down for his guest before taking a seat himself, wincing as the movement pulls at his injury. He quirks a small smile at the finch on his shoulder, giving it a small piece of a biscuit he'd added to the cups before watching it fly off. " They're very uncomplicated creatures. Nothing hidden in their desires. " A nice change compared to everything else.
At the mention of Yanqing, his brow furrows, another rueful chuckle escaping. " I would assume he is, if he's not already training for the next confrontation. There is no stopping it once he gets an idea in his head; and each failure comes with its own lesson after all, " A lesson he hopes the boy has learned now. He's not quite ready yet. " One that I was taught long ago by my own master. " His finger runs along the rim of his teacup. " He will surpass me soon enough, however. And when the time comes for my end, I can trust him to follow through. "
๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฉ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ, his lungs, his very heart, to ash. Such is its fire, and when he would know what that sensation, having licked away by flame before. His hands close tight around his tea, the heat of it neither soothing nor painful. A small and worthless distraction when held in consideration of present situation. Sitting in the middle of the Arbiter Generalโs home, sharing tea with him, exchanging pleasantries as if they were no more than old companions. Or perhaps something more.
โJing Liu.โ The name falls from him serrated as a field of broken glass. His very flesh recoiling in memory of her blade, the cold touch of ice as searing as one pulled from the flame. โShe was your master.โ As she had been his, in all its painful and cruel tutelage. And she might have had a hand in that boyโs training as well, remembering too technique that child had turned against him and Imbibitor Lunae. He canโt conceal his sneer. That woman is no longer here, but he knows with a certainty that rests deep and sure within his soul, that their paths will cross.
Memory can be both resilient and fragile both. Moments in time that can be scattered as ash in the wind while others carved into his very soul. Heโd woken once to a life renewed with nothing, no name, no recollection. And yet memory persisted, returning to him as a slow and inexorable force, undeniable even as heโd turned himself from whatever heโd been before. The name of his past that should be as meaningless to him now as the man who sits before him. And yet he finds his gaze turning to the general, drawn to the golden eyes that shine as pieces of the sun. He himself a man whoโs been left to the bitterest elements, unable to deny the warmth that he sees there.
He all but shakes his head, frustration mounting at his own weakness. What is this indulgence when it serves him little. When soon heโll be away from the Luofu, with Kafkaโs talent muddying the waters of his memory so that even this small, shared moment will be gone. โYou should rest,โ he decides. His tea is hardly touched, but heโs never had an interest for it. Something stronger would have suited, though with Jing Yuan in his position now, wine would likely be the last thing he needs. โYou need rest.โ Already he sees how pale the general has become, only a few moments out of bed and heโs worsened considerably. โReturn to your bed. Iโll see to things here.โ
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you know my gay little gremlin mind used to believe that the reason blade was there at the statue of dan feng for the todd quests was because of of lingering memories/feelings he still harbored for him and it could still very well be the case since i firmly believe that people can have more than one reason for why they do what they do...
but also the realization that it's avery likely he's drawn to the place because the high cloud quintet in all their overdramatic ridiculousness decided to make their hang out spot the place that had the giant statue of their friend.
it was probably yingxing's idea. arrogant craftsman wanted to make the proud high elder squirm.
ใ คใ คthere's a rueful smile that pulls at the wizards lips , replacing a distinct expression of fascination that was there only moments prior . he lifts his hands up in defeat , placating his harmless nature to the others callous words .
ใ คใ ค"ใ คbold words for someone that was a corpse only moments prior ,ใ ค"ใ คhe betrays that harmlessness with his poor attempts at humor , the smile morphing from rueful to relaxed in a moment .
ใ คใ ค"ใ คyou , my friend , have quite the interesting story , don't you ?ใ ค"ใ คand oh is gale ever so curious . he's already squandered 8 lives , like that of a cat , and yet can't exactly stop his hands from wanting to take a peak in dangerous corners .
ใ คใ คthere's something in this man , he decides , yet does not pry . there's something in both of them , unspoken . but quite the story .
ใ คใ ค"ใ คneed help up ?ใ ค"ใ คhe asks , formally ignoring the others warning .ใ ค"ใ คcan only imagine the backache death leaves you with .ใ ค"
๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐. The autonomous functions that forces breath into his lungs and his blood to pump through his body. Each wretched beat of his heart is a hateful percussion that has him turning away from the individual in question, too tired to be reeled into whatever game of words he seems to be playing. His sword is heavy in his grasp, but he clings to it regardless, too much like a child with a stuffed toy in the wake of a nightmare. Only this reality is the nightmare that he canโt seem to escape.
He runs his bandaged hand through his unruly bangs, the frayed edges catching against dark strands. Heโll have to make a point of finding fresh dressings later, no doubt the ones wrapped around his chest have become bloodied and torn, which would mean his garments would need tending to as well. He closes his eyes, feeling the weight of those tasks, but grasping for them all the same. Tabulating what must be done to chart his own course for coming days.
But first, this stranger. He glowers at the man and rises of his own accord. His hands and wrists may ache from lingering maladies, but already the phantom pains of old injuries ebb away. He spits what blood that remains in his mouth and hefts his sword at the man. โFight me,โ he challenges. There is power to him. Therefore he would have that power turned against his own body.
Observation alone speaks louder than his words and she is nothing but that. The disdain, the HATRED that she holds for Kafka does not extend to her partner. For all the man has done, it does not tread that level of it. It does not dare go near such personal offence but still the waters he tread with her are dangerous. For she knows this shadow, known it since the moment she set eyes on Dan Heng all those years ago. It the maws of death, not unlike the gallows that haunt after her, the faceless that lurk when they believe she is not aware.
It's foolish to think she is not aware.
Yet his word draw her pause and turns all from the ice few think her capable of. Because this is one things that Himeko does not stray from. Compassion in the face of others even when undeserving is the way skyward, to the STARS. Thus her expression is one of neither anger nor compassion. Simply ember gaze sinking into the being before her in silence before she dips her head to continue.
".....Go on." It's a careful yet gentle hand of INDIFFERENCE. A branch brittle that can be set ablaze, yet a an extension all the same. It is an action she will not hesitate in igniting if needed. It didn't need to be said, no it was quite obvious.
๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐๐ค ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฌ, heโs stopped fearing retribution long ago. A punishment of a thousand, thousand deaths can temper a man to indifference. After all, death is the matter at hand here. His death. And no mortal sword is enough to pierce the curse thatโs become an indiscernible part of him. It was as Elio had said all those long years ago when diagnosing his condition. Not even the famed sword champion could do it. Not even Elio, who has rendered a promise that dangles before him as much as the sword.
He closes his eyes, feeling the weight of her gaze that cuts as much as a blade. Her judgement is another promise that would have him sneering in return if not for his own desperation. This is what hope does to a man or rather a complete and utter lack of it.
โDan Hengโฆ has told you of events prior.โ Amongst the Stellaron Hunters, they each house their own secrets. Itโs an accepted truth. For all that heโs come to slot imperfectly within their fold, he knows about as much as each memberโs history as theyโll allow. He figures itโs different with the Astral Express, how they seemingly treat their unit as a loving family, where secrets are shared as much as affection and guidance. In truth, from what has transpired, heโd half expected for this one to blast him into ash for what he and Kafka has done to one of their own. โIf so then you are aware of what I seek.โ
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Hearing about someone being wrongfully arrested struck a chord with March. - Perhaps it was because of the events that unfolded in Belobog?
She knew the feeling of being treated unjustly - just the very memory of that...... made her feel sorry for this 'Diplomat' " Hnnng.... okay.. we can't just leave the poor guy ..." - even if she didn't have the ideal partner - Blade did seem like the sort of man you could depend on when you needed a job done - however, his suggested PLAN made her take pause.
"A ....Arrested? - seriouslyyyy??? I just narrowly avoided that recently."
(Belobog)
"Now you want me to do it on purpose? -- .....ughhhhh" despite her complaint, she knew there wasn't a point in moaning and groaning about it, that was just a waste of time and besides it wasn't like she had a BETTER idea.
"Fine. b-but what sort of crime are we committing here? I ...don't want to hurt anyone..."
๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐, the speed at which she acquiesces to their situation would have had him raising an eyebrow in suspicion. Heโs not used to working with outsiders โ heโs not used to working with anyone at all. Not since throwing his lot with the Stellaron Hunters has he been forced to join hands with others and learn how to navigate the intricacies of their personalities.
Now heโs expected to do the same with a girl he hardly knows, having only gleamed her history through what Silver Wolf and Elio have managed to gather. And even then for all of Silver Wolfโs expertise in finding data, thereโs abysmally little.
But some things are incredibly telling and her adamant refusal to hurt someone comes as little surprise. Once more, he questions this decision to have him partnered with her when they operate together as well as oil and water. Hurting people has always been what heโs been good at.
โHm.โ Barring physical violence, wanton destruction might be all thatโs left to them. โWhat are your feelings on destroying public property then.โ Perhaps something of historical value or tied to the governing body of this world.
oh one more thing that popped into my head as i collapsed into bed about these claims about inconsistent writing with yingxing/blade.
but yingxing acting hypocritical, when we have blade who is the most hypocritical person ever? blade who refuses to let dan heng be his own person when he's running around trying to separate his own identity from yingxing?
๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ค๐๐ญ๐ฌ, heโd gained a shadow. With so many eyes and ears still on alert after the Luofuโs most recent disaster, itโs of little surprise that heโs been noticed. Though heโd have thought such esteemed members of the celestial vesselโs security would be more preoccupied in hunting down remnants of the Sanctus Medicus than a lone criminal. Itโd take so very little to permanently rid himself of this irritant, but when he turns a corner and glimpses just who it is that follows him, that particular option is taken from him.
Killing the boy would mean nothing, but Jing Yuanโs tolerance and sentiment is all that keeps Blade from the chains of the Shackling Prison. Inviting the generalโs ire would ruin what he still needs to do upon this accursed ship. So, when he turns another corner that leads into a private courtyard, he greets the boy with the sharp end of his sword. โDidnโt your master teach you to leave well enough alone?โ / @astralcrew
ahem. well since i've finished the companion quest earlier and it's always been my tradition to post about new content that drops for my muse, this was going to come anyway. but as it's impossible to write stuff in a vacuum without having my thoughts influenced by outside events, some warnings for all the discourse surrounding the companion quest. also warnings for suicidal ideation and death, since this is blade.
spoiler warning for the jl companion quest under the cut and all.
once again, i'm reiterating the fact that as a blade enjoyer, this companion quest was so good. any new information presented and there were some such as:
โธป blade actively looks on his own for methods to beat his immortality
โธป blade wanted jingliu to kill him
doesn't feel like a retcon, but an expansion of his character. especially since people aren't black and white, people can have a myriad of complicated feelings about a person. jingliu torturing him and him resenting her and wanting to seek revenge on her for it can also go hand in hand with him begging for her to also give him release. especially since jingliu's blade voice line still reiterates the fact that blade would like nothing to see her dead as well.
everything else that we learn from the companion quest is essentially reaffirmation of all the scattered lore on the HCQ presented in one easily digestible questline rather than through various character stories, books or relic descriptions. baiheng being important to yingxing was always there. yingxing and dan feng working together to revive her was always there and stated repeatedly through multiple sources. but i get it, maybe some people don't have DHIL or expecting people to go out of their way to read some data log is a bit much.
if there is one piece of new information this quest reveals that's questionable then it's that yingxing, who had his home and family destroyed (more than destroyed, what happened to them is horrifying to think about), would willingly use something of the abundance to bring baiheng back.
but it's also not that much of a stretch to me either. if there is one thing i would speculate to be yingxing's greatest fear in this world then it's loss, him not being able to cope and handle loss well after everything he went through is so utterly understandable and human and tragic. grief can force people to act erratic and reckless and the grief of losing someone who'd essentially been part of his new family driving yingxing to do whatever it takes to bring back someone he loved dearly makes so much sense to me.
so once more, i wholly enjoyed this quest and i really, really look forward to a blade companion quest if it ever comes around for further expansion of his character.
๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ. ๐๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ that he hadnโt known to have been there. Burdens that dissolve away as so much cosmic dust. The lights are muted and the hum of their ship is barely drowned away by the soft music of stringed instruments and wood winds. Its name and its composer surfaces through his hazy recollection. Silver Wolf must be shut away in her room and he can hardly begin to fathom where Sam has disappeared to, but it doesnโt matter. Heโs almost glad that the only person to greet him is Kafka.
He lets his sword fall with a heavy clatter and takes halting steps to the sofa, dropping himself on the floor beside her and resting his temple against her knee. A thousand words that could be exchanged, most of them to variations of how sheโd been right, even if she hadnโt said a word, but heโd always been able to know her thoughts as she knows his. โI died,โ he says instead, which his nothing new. Heโs died a hundred times and more since joining the Stellaron Hunters. โI thoughtโฆ she couldโฆโ / @araneitela
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๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ (๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง) โ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ก, the cold air that fills his lungs is sharp as knives and then the sensations come flooding back. The reminder of a body that still lives when it can still feel. Thereโs blood on his tongue while pain courses through his veins rather than blood. He squeezes his eyes shut from the too bright light, unseeing of his surroundings and uncaring of whatever dangers that might still remain. If the universe is merciful at all then whatever killed him has remained and itโll do him the courtesy of making it PERMANENT.
Regaining sense of himself comes easy now and his fingers close around his discarded sword, feeling its comforting weight. Heโs not alone, that much heโs discerned, but when he cracks an eye open, he meets only an all too curious gaze. Nothing prickles at his instincts that screams of danger. A shame. โIf you desire your life then leave.โ ย / @dekaryos
