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sick love, you're what I dream of by ColieDuck
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
12 Sep 2025
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Mydei is your average superfan: he runs the hourly_phainon twitter account, he has a lovingly put togther ita bag, and he goes to every show he can afford.
Phainon is your average idol: cute, charming, and earnestly wishing to reach new heights with the support of his fanbase.
All is exactly as it seems.
Phaidei Week Day 2: Celebrity + Monster
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09 Oct 2025
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At first, Phainon assumed Mydei was a beta due to a lack of scent. The crown prince of Castrum Kremnos moved with an aura of effortless authority—undeniably alpha—and all trembled beneath his piercing gaze. Yet he was nearly scentless. It’s not unusual for alphas to have faint or muted scents, but to be nearly odorless is a different story. Perhaps Mydei is simply a strong beta, or an alpha with godlike restraint over his scent glands.
It doesn't matter; it would be rude to pry. Phainon was never one to care about something as trivial as designations.
Although a deeper, primal part of him gnaws at him to lodge itself deeper and quite literally get under Mydei's skin, to get a hint of something from the other man.
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05 Oct 2025
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Scaramouche navigates a post-apocalyptic Teyvat full of the walking dead.
Then, he meets Tartaglia.
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11 Oct 2024
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"They say the Shogun has gone missing," Niwa tells Kabukimono with vague interest, hearing it from the dango stall owner.
Kabukimono does not comment about it. His head merely falls on Niwa's shoulders, his hair splayed out on his shoulders.
[Shogun!Kabukimono]
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09 Aug 2024
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“That mop on your head you call hair is getting out of hand. Any more and you won’t see your enemy even if they’re right in front of your nose.”
Tartaglia couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What a coincidence, I was thinking the very same thing just now! You’re right, I’ll probably just chop it all off as soon as I find the time, I-“
Tartaglia stopped mid-sentence. A strangely delicate looking hand, considering who was attached to it, reached up, getting dangerously close to his head. He tensed, taut as a bowstring about to snap. He didn’t even breathe.
In which Tartaglia needs a haircut.
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04 Aug 2024