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@roaringdr4gon
Adorned in starlight, I shall reascend.
. An independent portrait of Dan Feng [Honkai: Star Rail]. . Accepting all kinds of asks. . Will post poems & roleplays with consenting friends. . Accepting new roleplay partners. . No minors! Mod is 27y/o. . I rp with ocs, but I don't ship them with my muses. . Rather new with tumblr. Feel welcome to dm to chat/ask discord. My main is @gutsleif . . Art by @/gumoxiansheng [twt].
*sighs heavily*
Okay. I will be using this acc to reply to stuff from now on. Bye character blogs.
&&. FengJingXing hc,
Dan Feng is the first to send nudes. Mostly because he's going to turn into his dragon form and asks Baiheng to take a picture when he strips. His tail covers up most of it but he still reveal his hips, thighs, and back. Faint scales on his sides and thighs. He's looking at the camera with a small smirk visible. As if saying, "look. It's yours."
"Baiheng," calls Dan Feng after a long while of debating wifh himself. "Do you happen to know the meaning behind the word 'twink'?"
@roaringdr4gon
Baiheng's foxian ears twitch after hearing Dan Feng
"Yes Dan Feng?"
Baiheng answers back cheerfully
"The word 'Twink'? No I don't think i have..."
"Have you asked Jing Yuan or Jingliu?"
"I'm actually curious to know now too~"
"Jingliu was the one to use this word, yet she refuses to add context." He had hopes that Baiheng would know, but since she does not... "I don't feel keen to inquiring further if this means dragging Jing Yuan and Yingxing in the conversation."
Unsurprisingly, Yingxing is easy enough to talk to. He reminds Dan Feng of Baiheng in a way. Not the sunshine-like personality, but the cheerful and active one. Teal eyes watch the proudness spark something new in that man’s face, and finds himself staring at his smile. Then he turns around, leaving Yingxing alone for a while.
When Dan Feng comes back, he has a cream coating two fingers. “Stay still,” says the smaller, reaching over to hold Yingxing’s bangs that have fallen in front of his eyes, then pressing the two wet fingers over the place the repairman has bumped a while ago. “You should be more careful when working. To get a concussion is very easy.”
As a doctor, Dan Feng is strict and likes to ensure that everyone is safe. Once the older man spreads that cream, he nods, satisfied, then moves to clear his hands with a towel. “Is it alright to have a stranger watching you work, Yingxing? I suppose I’d feel a bit uncomfortable if it were me.” Then again, he’s not letting the opportunity go easily either. “But given that you was so considerate by inviting me over, I see no reason to decline. Give me your phone for a moment?”
By the time Dan Feng returns, Yingxing has cleaned out most of what was stuffing up the damaged pipe and is now using the shower head to flush out the rest. He turns to look up when he approaches, and flinches only a little at the cool feeling of the cream against his forehead. He also might be slightly pink now, but it's hopefully not that noticeable. "I'm always careful," he protests, "My usual work is way more dangerous than this and I still have all ten of my fingers." Also remarkably few burn scars on his forearms compared to others who work with a proper, old-fashioned forge the way he prefers to. It's everyday objects like sinks that usually cause him trouble.
"Any friend of Baiheng's is a friend of mine," he assures. That's not entirely true, since Baiheng knows a lot of people, but Dan Feng isn't loud like many of her other friends are, and he's also drop-dead gorgeous. So of course Yingxing unlocks his phone and hands it over immediately. There's nothing embarrassing on there, really. His background is a cute picture of Yunli in her dirtied soccer jersey with a big cone of ice cream.
"Besides," Yingxing continues with a grin, "Maybe if I show off my work to you, you'll feel inclined to commission me. Even just walking around this house has given me plenty of ideas for decorations I could make." That's what he mainly focuses on, since few people have need for anything practical that's handmade at such a high quality. What Yingxing makes is art, and everyone seems to think that means it should be put up on a wall somewhere instead of being used.
Once given the man’s phone, Dan Feng goes through it to find the call area. Of course, he notices the wallpaper, smiling softly at the sight. He can’t resist the question, “is she your daughter?” while adding his number to the phone. Fairly, she’s big enough to be Yingxing’s sister, but who knows? Dan Feng presses the call button once he ends typing and his phone rings atop the table. The smaller ends the call and hands Yingxing’s phone back to him.
“It’s a good thing to have eye for your business,” Dan Feng praises, turning around. Is his house really that empty? “Although you’d need to know me better on behalf of being certain about these plans of yours, Craftsman.” The tease slips past his lips, something about Yingxing making Dan Feng want to enter this game.
Given that Yingxing has finished his job, there shouldn’t be any reason for him to linger anymore. Dan Feng moves to pick up his wallet, the price that Baiheng said still lingering in his mind even though he adds one extra note. “Thank you for coming as quick as you did, and for resolving my problem efficiently. I’d invite you for dinner if I didn’t have to be in the hospital within the next hour.” Then, Dan Feng pauses, eyebrows furrowing. “Wait here,” he says as he goes back inside his living room and then washroom. When he’s back, he has a small packet of cream with himself. “The skin of your hands is dry. It can cause the skin to become rough, and in the worst case, open up a wound. Please, use this three times a day.”
"I'm actually curious..." Yingxing leans over the table, very rudely pointing his chopsticks at Dan Feng. "Am I the first short-life human you've ever been interested in?"
Not being one to tell lies just to please someone, Dan Feng brings a hand to his chin as he thinks about it. The Vidyadhara pointedly ignores the rude manner in which it was addressed merely because it is Yingxing. “I cannot say with assurance that this is the case. My past lives come to me in dreams, and their loved ones as well, but it is something difficult to be certain of when my dreams aren’t linear.” His answer is purposefully obtuse, because Yingxing wasn’t specific. However, Dan Feng quickly drops his act to add, “When it comes to this life, you can consider yourself the first short-lived to catch my interest.”
In all these years that came to pass, Dan Feng had set a camp of researches to monitor the region. The man was convinced that something could have happened beyond their explanations, merely because he didn’t want to accept Yingxing’s sudden demise. Many times, he would sit himself in front of Yingxing’s grave and wonder if he had gone insane, if the mara was finally affecting the Vidyadhara as well. Maybe this was another type of madness, one that Yaoshi had nothing to do with, and instead was Long’s curse.
But his obsession paid off somehow. The moment in which imaginary energy starts to concentrate in an area nearby, Dan Feng instantly gets up. He’s secure in himself and knows he can handle most incoming battles, what doesn’t mean he will simply allow unknown energy to gather suddenly and not be ready to stop it if its purpose is destruction. Not here, in this site that should be preserved for more investigation. (Although he must admit that the scientists of the Luofu already said there isn’t anything else to be investigated. He had requested scientists from the Yaoqing instead.)
Once the fissure grew steadily until it took the format of a rift, Dan Feng summoned Cloud Piercer. Many things could come out of special fissures; however, this one seems to be forcibly opened. The way imaginary energy condenses around the atmosphere reminds Dan Feng of the residual energy he could feel when he got at the destroyed camp, and the man can’t help but hope that maybe it can be Yingxing coming back home. However, it could also be something or someone else, and for that, Cloud Piercer is ready.
What he did not expect was a version of himself suddenly popping out of the rift. Teal eyes widen with surprise, cloudhymn gathering around his spear and ready to fire. The other doesn’t seem to have much time, for he goes to the point rather quickly— until he stops to cast a gaze at Yingxing’s tomb. That’s the moment in which Dan Feng knows: he feels the same thing as I do. But this person doesn’t seem to be from this universe; as emanator of Long, Dan Feng can easily notice how the particles around the rift conjure distortions in time and space. Is it a different version of himself, then? He doesn’t look much different by appearance or speech, so it’s hard to discern which point in time this Dan Feng in front of him comes from.
But the High Elder is attentive to the words given to him, and that hope within his chest just doesn’t stop growing. He wants to will it down, else he will be disappointed in the end, but he just can’t, and his eyes dart to and fro the portal. That’s why he can see Yingxing, his Yingxing, crossing the portal. For a moment Dan Feng wants to pinch himself to see if this is true, but instead, he throws water at the both of them; if this is an illusion, he’s not going to be fooled easily.
It turns out that they are not, in fact, an illusion. Both Dan Feng and Yingxing get very much wet from the sudden attack, although by the mere change of this not being all a deceptive lie, Dan Feng hadn’t added any real attack to his action. Everything seems to zero around Yingxing once this discovery is done. Dan Feng leaps forward, Cloud Piercer still in hand, and wraps his arms around the wet man, not caring that his own clothes were going to be wet as well. First, he hugs the man close, listening to his breathing and heartbeat. Then he pulls away slightly, tail coming to wrap itself around one of Yingxing’s legs as it used to in the past. Both hands cup Yingxing’s face, that man still taller than Dan Feng, what doesn’t stop the High Elder from just looking at him. “Are you really here, or am I finally gone mad?”
Being met with a bucket-load of water first thing is... fair. Fair enough that the other Dan Feng makes no move to block the harmless attack - he did not sense any ill intent and does not mind being soaked, although he's immediately drying himself with a cloudhymn of his own.
Meanwhile Yingxing has been halted in his steps, sputtering and brushing his now wet bangs out of his eyes. His stupor is gone, the cool water reminding him of how real this moment is, and he is grateful for it. It enables him to immediately wrap his arms around Dan Feng in turn, holding onto him more tightly than he believes he ever has. While Yingxing is missing so many memories that, in his conscious mind, their separation only lasted six months, those months were the most difficult time of his life, plagued with worry and uncertainty. Guilt and longing. And his heart breaks once again holding onto Dan Feng now, knowing that it has been a decade for him since he last saw Yingxing. When they had made plans to all meet just that afternoon, before they had been torn apart with no warning. Even to a long-life species, ten years of grief must have been devastating.
The familiar feeling of that strong, smooth tail around his leg, steadying him, keeping him close, is what does it, wrenching a single, choked sob out of Yingxing's throat. Tears spill over as he leans into his beloved's hands, his own arms still clutching onto him as though he's afraid Dan Feng will be the one taken away in the next moment. He can only imagine that his thoughts are mirrored back at him and he pushes his face even more into Dan Feng's cool, gentle palms. "This is real. I am here, xīn gān, I am home."
It's relief enough that his knees feel weak, that relentless determination that has been driving him these past few months finally able to face away. If it weren't for how he's holding onto Dan Feng for dear life, he likely would have fallen right then and there. He hears, barely registering, the energy of the portal behind him fizzle out, and he knows that the other Dan Feng has retreated to give them privacy, closing the connection between the place Yingxing has been trapped in and the home he has finally returned to.
"I am so sorry, my heart. No one will tear me away from you again, this I swear." His voice is starting to sound a little choked, both with tears and the intensity of his promise. Never again. Yingxing's vision swims with new tears, and he rushes to lean in and kiss Dan Feng, close-mouthed but with all the force of the desperation to be close that he feels in his chest.
Not even Dan Feng knows how many times in the past he had come to dream of this reunion. Dream & daydream, for Yingxing was in each of his thoughts, always. The minor things would remind him of the Furnace Master, and the High Elder would go silent, melancholic, or nostalgic. He’d wonder where Yingxing was, if he was eating well, sleeping correctly— Dan Feng didn’t want to entertain the thought of Yingxing never coming back, mostly because he knew what state he’d get in. And such a thing was not befitting someone of his rank, someone that had too many political affairs and battle plans to have his mind on.
The water was proof of this reality, hence why he didn’t remove it. Instead, he wanted to drown himself with Yingxing, just so he’d feel the man’s warmth closer to himself. But, he realized, almost breathlessly, that Yingxing was warm, nevertheless. It was not the cold water what kept him warm for Dan Feng’s touch— it’s just his own existence. Yingxing has always been warm, has always smelled like fire and metal and grease. Each word said to him is listened to with attention, and of course, Dan Feng doesn’t let it go unnoticed when Yingxing starts crying.
Long, cold fingers reach up to sink between the wet white locks of hair. The dragon finally uses cloudhymn magic to get rid of the wetness, because he wants to feel Yingxing’s hair soft against his skin and his hot tears on his lips without interference. And of course, his Yingxing doesn’t wait a moment more: he jumps to take what belongs to him, and Dan Feng smiles, something he hasn’t done for years. He smiles in their kiss, smiles as he presses himself harder against Yingxing, as he forces the taller man to match his desperation.
That close-mouthed kiss is followed by more pecks, and then Dan Feng is kissing up Yingxing’s cheeks, kissing his tears away. “Nothing is going to take you away from me again, Yingxing.” Dan Feng doesn’t say he promises, because this is not a promise to Yingxing. It is a vow, one for himself. This may end up having consequences, and maybe Yingxing will not like them that much. Love and obsession walk on a thin line together, and it’s so easy to cross the barrier. But for now, it’s only happiness and hugs and feast. Dan Feng’s arms remain firmly around Yingxing’s neck as he pulls the man down for another kiss, this one open and slower. The need to feel these lips on his own is absurd, hence why Dan Feng goes about it calmly, deliberately— he takes his time to feel and taste Yingxing all over again, to rediscover things he remembers but didn’t have the chance to do again.
There were times in which Dan Feng would prepare Yingxing’s coffee just to assure himself that he still knew, would walk to his forge and read the projects atop the table just to be certain that someone once wrote them. That Yingxing was not an illusion in his mind, that his smile was the same in his memories.
&&. It's sinday... send in inbox something you wanna know from DF and boy's gonna answer (guts trying to be proactive)
@celesticlnstcrs | Dan Feng x Jing Yuan
Cooking was not in his list of most-perfected-arts, but Dan Feng wasn’t wholly defenseless in the kitchen. Then again, he could have just bought something instead of making it by hand, but he’d not get the chance to do so at Jing Yuan’s side like right now. Even the High Elder Yinyue-jun, an incarnation of Long, is smart enough to tell that he feels some kind of special way towards this Xianzhou native.
This doesn’t mean that he will act on his feelings, of course, because not even Dan Feng understands what he feels with precision. Jingliu had called him obtuse and Yingxing had outright called him dumb, both making Dan Feng grow even more confused instead of providing the aid he so much needed. Matters of the heart aren’t fit for the Vidyadhara, not anymore, especially because they can’t reproduce anymore. Perhaps a very important part of their nature was lost when they reached this point but thinking about it and the legends of their original planet, it seems like it was one of the lesser evils.
Alas, this is an opportunity for Dan Feng to spend more time with Jing Yuan. Yingxing is locked in his forge to finish a gift he probably will get too shy to give, and Jingliu is keeping the subject of their gifts busy. Baiheng’s birthday is next day, and the boys are still fanning over the gifts they will give to her. Although, by the way things are going in the kitchen, perhaps only Yingxing’s gift will reach Baiheng…
“Jing Yuan, I don’t think it is normal for the dough to be this damp.” Dan Feng isn’t even using his magic— it’s his bare hands that knead the sticky dough, using cooking glovers, of course. They are also dressed to fit the kitchen, long hair tied up in a high bun, bangs tucked behind his long ears. An apron is around his slender form-fitting kimono, white jacket set aside to don’t get dirty. There’s flour on his face, from when they began kneading the dough, and now he started punching it to try get the form quicker. “Do you think we should add more flour?” It is, however, the third packet of flour that he wants to add. Something must be very wrong here.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ―― 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 told him that he would one day be in the kitchen attempting to bake with the 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐘𝐔𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐍 he wouldn't have believed them. He was just another Cloud Knight, or so he thought, until the formation of the 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐓. He had only seen him from afar and in passing, like an ethereal being that was too far from his reach. But now, here he was, barely a foot apart from the very person that clouded his mind during training. He had this never-ending desire to impress him, which proved to be a difficult feat, considering he was the opposite of his 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
⊹ ――― 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐀 natural nor a genius, all his accomplishments came from his more profound determination to achieve his goals. With that in mind, he was a bit ordinary compared to the others. 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 felt lucky that 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐆 wanted to spend time with him like this. He could already hear 𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐗𝐈𝐍𝐆'𝐒 laughter at how difficult it was to keep his cheeks from flaring up from being in the mere proximity of the other. It certainly didn't help that this was the first time he'd seen him with his hair tied up like this. He had to keep a cool head; otherwise, he might just make a fool of himself. Though― if he had known it would be like this, he would have come more presentable. Not that he could control his hair that well.
❝ Ah, It should have worked by now. Did we miss a step or put in the wrong ingredient? ❞
⊹ ――― 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 the request from 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐆 to help him make something for 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆'𝐒 birthday, he quickly realized he had no knowledge on baking. So, he did what anyone in his position would do. He asked his mother, who was perplexed by her son's sudden interest. She wrote down on a note the Do's and Do Not's along with a few recipes with her precise penmanship. They obviously had missed a step somewhere if the state of the dough was still equivalent to glue. He thought they followed his mother's instructions well enough, so where did it go wrong? He should have asked her to show him instead. Maybe then his clothes and face wouldn't be covered in flour with pieces of the wet dough sticking to his arm.
❝ I can try putting more flour in it, though I think this is our last bag. ❞
Most of the times, Dan Feng is patient. He uses meditation to work on it and knows very well the necessity of letting things flow through their course. But as much as people see him as Long’s incarnation, at the end of the day, Dan Feng is just a person. Which means he’s getting very tired & impatient for not achieving his desired result even after a full hour of them mixing the dough has passed. The only thing that reveals his impatience is the slight frown shaped by his eyebrows, and the tail behind his back, lashing against the floor from time to time.
That, and the way he started to punch the dough.
“Perhaps we should just bake it as it is,” teal eyes squint at the dough as if gets stuck between his fingers, internally threatening it to let go or else he’d call up his cloudhymn. When it did not let go, Dan Feng’s tail lashed against the floor with such intensity that likely left a mark, but he was too angered (by a dough, of all things… how very unbecoming, right in front of Jing Yuan!) which then resulted in his Cleansing Dragon taking form. Not only the dough, but also the ceiling ended up being sent away. Good thing that they are at Dan Feng’s place, right?
The High Elder closes his eyes to collect himself, then turns back towards Jing Yuan as if nothing had just happened. “Let us begin from scratch once more with the flour that is left, shall we?” They are both covered in flour and damp dough, but Dan Feng seems to only get Jing Yuan’s state in his mind. “Jing Yuan, at this rate one may think you are what I’m going to bake.” A small smile appears on his face, so soft and gentle— so rare to be found in Dan Feng. He reaches a hand to touch Jing Yuan’s forearms and, much more carefully than what just happened with the dough, water starts to flow, a serpentine dragon made of it coursing over Jing Yuan’s skin until it gathers all the unnecessary substances. “This is better. Also, do let me know if you’d like a break, please. Jingliu may train your resistance, but I’m a doctor a heart, thus, you shall have all rest you request— and need— when in my presence.”
"Nothing out of the expected."
Husband Meter.
&&. It's so funny to see a Hoolay acc following Dan Feng's. Like, he's a minute away from calling Jingliu over.
@roaringdr4gon continued from here
"She didn't? Here I thought you'd have wanted to know more about me before letting me into your home. Not to mention Baiheng loves to talk." Then again, she hasn't told him all that much about Dan Feng, either. Apparently he was Jingliu's friend first, which makes sense now knowing both of them.
The pipe comes lose and Yingxing ducks back out from underneath the sink, brandishing his prize. It seems like he mostly just needs to give it a thorough cleaning as a temporary solution, though he'll probably come back to install a new one to consider his job truly done.
Reaching into his toolbox for a pipe cleaning brush, he shakes his head. "For me, it's more uncomfortable to have a day pass without being in the forge. Even if I don't get many commissions, I like to keep my hands busy and keep improving my skills. You're welcome to watch some time if you're interested."
Unsurprisingly, Yingxing is easy enough to talk to. He reminds Dan Feng of Baiheng in a way. Not the sunshine-like personality, but the cheerful and active one. Teal eyes watch the proudness spark something new in that man’s face, and finds himself staring at his smile. Then he turns around, leaving Yingxing alone for a while.
When Dan Feng comes back, he has a cream coating two fingers. “Stay still,” says the smaller, reaching over to hold Yingxing’s bangs that have fallen in front of his eyes, then pressing the two wet fingers over the place the repairman has bumped a while ago. “You should be more careful when working. To get a concussion is very easy.”
As a doctor, Dan Feng is strict and likes to ensure that everyone is safe. Once the older man spreads that cream, he nods, satisfied, then moves to clear his hands with a towel. “Is it alright to have a stranger watching you work, Yingxing? I suppose I’d feel a bit uncomfortable if it were me.” Then again, he’s not letting the opportunity go easily either. “But given that you was so considerate by inviting me over, I see no reason to decline. Give me your phone for a moment?”
"Hot." Dan Feng hasn't noticed that he spoke aloud. His eyes widen and he snaps his head up, pretending to be angry at the windows. "I mean, the weater. It's been hot lately." Yeah. Sure. Definitely not the man taking care of his damaged sink.
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Yingxing bonks his head against the sink when what Dan Feng said registers, but he hopes it wasn't noticed. The cover-up is incredibly obvious, and he has to work hard not to snort.
He wasn't intending to look attractive when he took off his button up to reveal the tank underneath that does quite flatter his muscles as they strain to pull out the damaged pipe. Mostly he was just thinking about how he's getting sweaty from the work. But, well, he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Mmh, very hot. Really makes me envious of your fancy AC. My apartment gets unbearable in the heat, and then I also have my forge out back..."
There is no way that he was smooth with his cover up, and he can hear the sound of something bumping against some other thing—but it does not mean that he will fall off his game.
“Baiheng did not give information about you in general.” She did, but Yingxing doesn’t have to know it. “Isn’t it too uncomfortable to work in a forge when the weather is this unforgiving?”
The man leans a hip against the threshold as he watches the man working. Gods what a sight. All ripe muscle, and splayed like this... he must shake himself off this. “Since I never went to one myself, it is quite difficult to imagine.”
Warning: he has fangs and is not afraid of using them.
Preceptors...
"your clothes are too small." no they're not. "too tight." he's stealing them anyway.
"Tits too big that now they don't fit in any cloth, Yingxing?" He's actually very pleased with them. "Anyways, come here, let me fix it for you. That's not how you wear a hanfu."
"what do you mean you..." is there a dragon doctor in the neighborhood because what. is. happening. "spit... spit it out?!"
"Why would I spit it out. Just take my clothes as replacement." There is no dragon doctor nearby, I'm afraid. Its okay, though. He will survive.
