@ The Anon Who Sent In The Fuckgirl Feixiao Ask, Tumblr Died On Me And Sent Your Ask Into The Void While

@ the anon who sent in the fuckgirl feixiao ask, tumblr died on me and sent your ask into the void while i was working on it 💀💀💀 so i’m rewriting it as a regular post shdhskksks my apologies 😔😔😔 this has some abo themes and very generous usage of the ‘love at first sight’ trope. also do mind the tags !!!

cw. allusions to/mentions of slavery

feixiao likes to call herself the lacking general, for she lacks in rivals, regrets and worries. yet for all she enjoys this title, there are instances where it certainly does not apply. for example, she does not lack in loyalty, in strength and in courage. but perhaps most importantly, is thatshe very much does not lack in women.

the merlin’s claw has somewhat of a reputation for being a rather… notorious tomcat. it is not uncommon to find the general at one of the few turquoise pavillions dotted across the yaoqing. of course, these establishments are vetted and regulated by the responsible commissions, and any services provided within the walls of the compound are entirely legal. after all, it would certainly be quite the scandal if the general frequented a place outside the law for any other reason than to bring down its judgement. in any case, many of these establishments eagerly await the foxian’s arrival upon every victorious battle, which is when she arrives with her entourage of soldiers in tow, high off a win against the abundance devils. drink and pleasure and debauchery flow freely on these nights like lifeblood.

and in the middle of it all sits feixiao, the great general and the star of the show. she’s surrounded by courtesans eager for her attention, who giggle and coo and bat their lashes at each word she says. they’re pretty—naturally—and perhaps a little too well into their cups. the bolder ones reach out to touch her arms, bare of her coat, tracing their fingers over the muscles of her biceps. they breathe sultry promises into her ears, coy and inviting, but feixiao hardly hears a word, because she’s far too preoccupied looking at you.

you’re entertaining a group of her men, refilling their tankards and smiling politely as they babble drunkenly. she drinks in the sight of your profile from afar like you’re the only drink she’ll indulge in tonight, from the line of your jaw to the swell of your lips and the bare, exposed skin of your nape. her gaze lingers on your hands, definitely smaller than hers, and she wonders what it’d be like to lace them with her own. what it’d be like to feel them card through her hair, scratch the base of her ears, and cradle the curve of her cheek. something bone-deep aches in her, and she’s standing up and moving before her brain even catches up to her body. the whines of the courtesans she’s left behind don’t even register as she walks up to you, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome flutter in her chest.

(feixiao will later learn that what she feels is want. she doesn’t recognise it at first, because the first thing all slaves learn is that your wants are unimportant. but she is free now, has been for years, and this wanting in her chest is here to stay—and all it wants is you.)

so when you lift your head look at her, meeting her teal eyes, she’s completely and utterly gone.

feixiao has never believed in true mates. the childhood she had—if it could even be called such—could certainly kill any notion of fate or romance in a person. nothing could ever undo those scars, but something in her soothes at the sight of you and the scent of you that fills her nose, light and sweet like mint and honey. it settles on her tongue, and she swallows like she wants to drown in it. to feel it fill her lungs until it permeates into her blood. she runs her tongue under the pointed tips of her fangs, aching with want, before offering as charming a smile as she can muster and asking for your name.

you give it to her, and the rest, as they say, is history.

other hsr stuff dump

Hello! I got a question, in your personal opinion how do you think would the self aware honkai characters with the male reader having dragon like features, also being tall? But they look more primitive in nature, you know have horns kinda like General Shao from Mk1 or have dragon wings? In other words they look more western like dragon. On a list of top 10 character who do yoi think would be facinated, turned on or intimidated by the reader?

—Fascinated—

Jade, Aventurine, Topaz, Dr. Ratio, Herta, Ruan Mei, Argenti, Acheron, Black Swan, SilverWolf, Bronya, Fu Xuan, Himeko, Welt Yang, Yanqing, Asta, Pela, Hanya, Xyuei, Jiaoqiu, Luocha.

—Frightened—

Huohuo, Hook, Bailu, Clara, Robin, Dan Heng—Blade (they’re getting Dan Feng ptsd) Lynx, March, Sushang, qingque, misha, Arlan, Bronya, Gepard, Firefly, Yunli.

—Turned On—

Kafka, Serval, Boothill, Jiaoqiu, Moze, Feixiao, Jing Yuan, Jingliu, Sparkle, Sampo, Trailblazer, Luka, Seele, Natasha, Tingyun, Yukong, Gallagher, Guinaifen, Lingsha.

Trial exams are gonna start soon so I may or may not be active for a few weeks. Anyways these exams remind me of that one night before similar exams a few years ago - I got frightened because I woke up and heard my father yelling at my little sibling, so here's a fic inspired (?) by that

This will be quite similar to my SAGAU "Comfort" fic

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Reader's pronouns: they/them

Warnings: implied anxiety / panic attack, cult behaviour

Notes:

1) SAHSR cult AU

2) The Astral Express has a carriage that's used for "connecting" to the reader's world, everyone including the Stellaron Hunters are allowed to enter it as long as they don't start fights in there

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Himeko let out a breathy giggle as she watched you sleep.

"Just a few minutes...I'll be back soon..." you had mumbled before falling asleep on your bed with your device still running.

That happened around 2 hours ago.

The red-haired woman sipped at her coffee, sitting on a cushioned chair with a novel on her lap. She would gladly wait till you woke up. For now, she was content with watching over you.

"As much as I want to be able to see Their Grace, it's bad for them if they leave their device on near themselves while sleeping," Natasha said, approaching Himeko and standing behind her.

"I'll see if I can tell them not to do that anymore." Himeko smiled at the doctor.

"They're stirring," Dan Heng reported, gesturing at the hologram. Your brow was scrunched up slightly, and you shifted your grip on your blanket. Faint noises they couldn't place could be heard as your eyes fluttered open and glanced at your device.

"Oh," you said. "Did I make you wait - "

Your sentence was cut off abruptly as a loud yell pierced through the nearly silent carriage. The younger acolytes quickly covered their ears at the sudden noise while the older ones winced.

Apparently you weren't the one who had yelled, as they saw your eyes widen - in shock, fear, some emotion they couldn't describe. You bit down on your lip, pulling your blanket over your head. Your fingers dug into your pillow as you hugged it close and buried your face in it. Himeko swore she saw you quiver ever so slightly. They couldn't see your face, but they could hear your breaths starting to quicken.

"Your Grace?" Jing Yuan stepped closer to the hologram, voicing his concern. You didn't seem to hear him. The glow of your device reflected off something shiny at the corners of your eyes - you were crying.

"Let me try!" With a wave of her hand, Silver Wolf summoned a digital screen and began to type on it rapidly. Crackles of static rang out in tandem with your breaths. After a few minutes, Silver Wolf finally stopped and nodded her head.

"We can talk to them now."

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You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling tears escaping them and trickling down your cheeks, dampening your pillowcase. A crackle of static caught your attention - was it from your device? Or was it your imagination? But then you heard a familiar voice say,

"We can talk to them now."

You lifted your tear-stained face and propped yourself up on your elbows to look at said device. You saw Jing Yuan, Himeko and Silver Wolf staring back at you. Several other characters could be seen in the background, including Dan Heng, Natasha, Bailu and Serval.

"Jing...Yuan...?" You choked out a sob.

"Yes, Your Grace, it's me," he said. "Do you want to talk?"

Your hands shot to your ears to block out another yell. The closed door still wasn't enough. A hurt look flashed across Jing Yuan's face - he'd probably assumed that you didn't want to hear his voice right now - before turning into realisation.

"Sorry," you apologised.

"It's alright, Your Grace," he replied. "I understand. Your comfort is most important."

"Your Grace." Natasha showed up on the screen. "Breathe according to my voice, okay? One, two, three..."

You forced yourself to breathe in deeply, then exhale slowly. A few more tries and you could feel that you were calming down.

"Thank you...Natasha..." you managed to say. Now that your breaths had become even, the tears you were trying your best to hold back flooded your eyes.

"You can cry, Your Grace," Bailu said. The camera had tilted downwards to show the Vidyadhara healer. "You can cry for as long as you like."

You buried your face in your pillow once more, sobbing quietly into it. Jing Yuan and the others said nothing, just watched silently as you cried your heart out. After what felt like half an hour, you raised your head to look at your device.

"Sorry," you said, biting back a sob.

"You don't have to apologise, Your Grace," Dan Heng insisted. "Besides, there's nothing to apologise for. Are you feeling better now?"

You nodded in response, slumping onto your bed to lie on your back. Now that your tears had finally run dry, fatigue started to creep into your mind. You yawned and rubbed a hand across your face.

"Are you feeling sleepy, Your Grace?" This voice was unmistakably Serval's. You nodded again, too tired to reply verbally. You device emitted the soft, soothing tune of a lullaby as Serval hummed gently.

Before you slipped into unconsciousness, you heard one last sentence from your device.

"Sweet dreams, Your Grace."

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Everything seemed so surreal the next morning.

You logged into the game, but couldn't find any place on the Astral Express or the planets that looked like the background shown last night.

All of the characters were still in their original spots, and as usual, they would only face the model of your vessel character when approached - never the screen.

You had assumed that it was all a dream.

But it wasn't.

Give us a little more time, Your Grace, and we'll bring you to our world, away from that thing (or anything else) which caused you pain.

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I've only ever gone through this once so I don't know if it even is considered a panic / anxiety attack ;^^ I've checked the symptoms of both online and some of mine are similar to them but I'm still not sure, hence the "implied" in the warning.

i feel like twitter in the pkmn world is probably called something like chatter since chatot feels like a good mascot for bird noises full of people words. would still totally be a toxic cesspool though :'D

chara tones on this post filled in by @diamondphantom ~!