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hummingbird wings and your lips on my skin by soursprite
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
08 Jun 2026
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Sunday is fucked.
Not in the very real way he’d like to be, though. But still quite fucked enough that he’s found himself flip-flopping between feelings of guilt, shame, and an alarmingly inconvenient swell of lust.
In which Sunday can't help himself around a senior citizen.
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Heat rushes to his ears. Sharing a bed is one thing; playing at something so domestic with a man he might already be hopelessly smitten with is entirely another. Sunday hesitates, fingers curling in on themselves. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to eat before the others.”
“Think of it as a taste test.” Welt winks, and Sunday feels suddenly compelled to scream into a void.
Parts of Sunday’s journey, remembered in flavors.
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oft the moonlit choir sings by soursprite
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
30 Sep 2025
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In the days Sunday has spent in his company, he has shown neither proper terror nor reverence. No supplications. No trembling awe. Instead, he has dared to touch one of the Gentry, to press a damp washcloth to his fevered skin, to dress his wounds with earthy poultices, and to sit— uninvited, unshaken—by his bedside, quietly reading a book as if tending to a wounded hare.
The nerve of him.
A fae, a baron, and a crumbling old manor.
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The Astral Crew is in desperate need of a cleric, but the only one who responds to their job notice is none other than former arch-nemesis—"The Embryo of Philosophy."
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a dogwood under twilight by soursprite
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
25 Jul 2025
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Anxiety punched up his chest like the traitor that it was. Sunday didn’t need any reminding that this move was risky, drawing attention he neither needed nor wanted. He wasn’t even sure why the Trailblazers had agreed to such an impromptu transfer mid-season. Either they hadn’t thought it through, or they were desperate.
Sunday could relate.
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Perhaps, he does care, cares so much he bleeds until there is none of him left. Perhaps, Sunday has been forged for it; to do nothing but care and feel and carry it, until he forgets where he ends and the world begins. Perhaps, there was an error in his assemblage, a sort of incorrigible flaw, and that is why the very thing he was created for - to carry the world on his shoulders towards a better future - is the one thing he failed so spectacularly at. It's a pervasive thought, that maybe to some degree he is incomplete. Though that matters not because the things he'd done were all on his own volition.
At the very least, the pain of being the sole woken being in the universe served a purpose. Now, Sunday just aches, and it's just as pointless as if he didn't.
Or, Sunday struggles with his place on Astral Express.
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02 Jun 2025
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Over 2000 years ago, Morax has little to no interactions with the Anemo Archon. Decarabian locks himself in his tower, believing falsely that his prison kept his people safe. Morax was never able—nor particularly inclined to—tell him otherwise.
So he was not surprised when Decarabian’s own people overthrew him. What he was surprised at though, was the new Anemo Archon that replaced him.
Or: Zhongli and Venti, throughout the ages.
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- Part 1 of Between Heaven and Earth
- Part 1 of Love, Like Diamonds
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23 May 2025