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"I would gladly become your most devout believer," Phainon breathes out. She slowly sinks to her knees between Mydei's legs as though they were an altar, placing her hands on her thighs to nudge them apart further. "I would worship you daily."
Or: After being separated against their will, Phainon reuintes with Mydei, who'd been sent to a monastery by her father.
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He pauses for a moment. When did he start to care this much about anyone? He’d told himself he didn’t do ‘friends’ years ago. He sighs again. That’s Seth for you, he guesses. He never had the heart to scare him off like everyone else, and for some reason, the younger man seemed to like his company too.
Not many people know about the unusual friendship and subsequent fight and estrangement between one of the infamous Section 6 members and the hardworking rookie officer of the Criminal Investigation Special Response Team. Despite their best efforts, however, they just can’t seem to stay out of each other’s lives for very long.
While Harumasa is battling with feeling undeserving of the trust of the people around him, as well as his slowly worsening illness, Seth tirelessly fights for what he believes is right, and to prove himself – could they, one day, become close again?Or: A take on Harumasa and Seth's relationship, throughout the years they’ve known each other.
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Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
28 Oct 2024
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All of a sudden, his sensors register an impact focused on his right shoulder.
“What the f-“
His newly augmented eyes zero in on the source of the disturbance – a color-stained shirt, a mess of pink hair, green eyes that blaze with indignation as a little fist is raised in a stance that he guesses is supposed to look threatening, but ultimately makes him pause.
A child.
“-fffork…?”
Or: Boothill struggles with his new metal body in the days following his surgery. While he's trying to learn to be in control of it all, he meets a very peculiar kid obsessed with Ninjas.
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In which Mydei loses his mother, boxes up his old life, and resigns himself to a future of burned rice and drafty windows.
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Phainon is much like a dog himself. Once you let him in, it's over.
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24 Mar 2026
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Mydeimos’s smile is sharp as he shrugs. “What’s your name again?”
“Phainon of—” Phainon cuts himself off, looking away. It doesn’t matter where he’s from. Not anymore. “Phainon.”
“Phainon of Nowhere,” Mydeimos says, and those words disembowel Phainon, cutting into his belly and slicing clean across it. “Come to bed with me. We have a show to put on.”
In the midst of an ongoing war between Okhema and Castrum Kremnos, Mydei's mother gifts him Phainon, an Okheman bed slave he neither wants nor needs. But there is more at stake for both Mydei and Phainon: between Gorgo's ploys, Eurypon's plans, and the advancing black tide, they are pulled between a growing desire for each other and the very fate of their world.
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24 Oct 2025
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Mydei isn’t a cruel opponent, though his sharp tongue and standoffish attitude easily smear the truth to the untrained eye. No, the regretful fact of the matter is that Mydeimos is cruel to no one — apart from himself.
Or, unstoppable force (phainon's saviour complex) meets immovable object (mydei's suicidal tendencies).
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- Part 1 of what does deimos himself fear?
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19 Jan 2025
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What ties him to this mortal world? What does it matter? He is not mortal. He does not delve into the hidden pleasures of hand-holding, or casual chatter with passersby, or settling down on fields of golden corn. This thing he holds, his burning star, that is him. That is him. That is his world.
Isn’t it?
“Would you be worse off?”
The prairie... the familiar shouts... and the smell of malt juice...
Most people lead lives of quiet desperation.
Boothill knows this better than most.or: Will you embrace a new life?
Give up. Give up. Give up.Bookmarked by redkiterising
28 Oct 2024