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blazing sun, return to earth by starinne
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
03 Aug 2025
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(you have long unmade them in their humanity.
they are closer to pieces in a puzzle, like the ones you so cherished in your youth, the sides of which are jagged, glistening in your blood after you’ve sliced them into yourself, an opening of arteries to find only fire to be fed.)phainon, and the conversations he has with the chrysos heirs before he kills them.
(a Русский translation of this fic by Delaine!)
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no mercy for the fat fuck. death to the fat fuck.
i didn't even need to bookmark this, this fic was so memorable i memorized all of its tags. but i'm lazy so i'll be snatching this -
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HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CRYYYYY
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Hyacine collapses to the ground, revealing her scorched legs. She is shaking all over, head slowly rising to meet his gaze. “I know– I know you’re hurting, I… I can…” She trails off, eyes darting from him to the ground, shining in terror.
( what is the nature of a saviour?
your childish selves could only envision a future full of glory. )
Phainon can indeed feel his flesh wrapping around his skeletal system, but in the end, their skin, bones, intestines are all composed of strings of words and numbers, and this land too, its fake sky, its soil, they are all made of woven fabrics of code upon code. ‘Humanity’, even ‘godhood’ are words that do not belong to them, that can never truly be understood by them.
“There’s nothing to heal,” he repeats, and presses his blade against Hyacine’s neck.
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Cipher lays down, curling into an almost foetal position. Her tail stills its incessant flicking, and her tears wet the ground beneath her, the smell of iron invading her nose. “If… If I’d known this would happen so soon…” she stares up at the fake morning sky, her dissipating lie. “Maybe, I should’ve gone back.”( where is your dreamy homeland, where your useless hopes were born?
where are the swaying, golden wheat fields?
where has your past gone?
where have you gone? )
“I’m sorry, Aglaea,” she murmurs. “I really do miss… the smell of your workshop.”
Phainon slices Cipher’s chest open with his blade, a severance of the origins of their youth.
freak my life.
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gorgeous