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#𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 — an independent , private & mutuals-only portrayal of Jing Yuan from Honkai Star Rail — written by mythe (she/her, latine, 30+) ; extremely low activity. not affiliated with the HSR RPC. Please READ THE RULES in this post prior to interacting/following. failure to do so will result in a block

#❖ — ooc #( DNI. )#( fake post inspo from kaeri. )

#◈ 𝐃𝐎𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 — jing yuan

a little late but happy jing yuan release day!!!! three whole years of loving our general... here's to at least three more-

#❖ — ooc #[ tbd. ]

prettyboykatsuki-moved

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

#❖ — ooc #( but also )#⟢ — headcanon

want more dynamics for my old man —

#❖ — ooc #[ tbd. ]

this is jy/fu xuan to me —

#❖ — ooc #[ tbd. ]

leneemusing

PROMPTS FOR THE HEAVY HEARTED

the burdened:

“ being alive is exhausting. ”

“ i ruin everything i touch. ”

“ no one ever helped me when i needed it. so, i just. try to do my best to keep others from feeling that kind of loneliness. ”

“ i feel like the pain is all i am anymore. ”

“ i wish i remembered anything other than loneliness. ”

“ i’m not a particularly good person. but sometimes i wish someone would think i am. ”

“ i’m just always the one who gets left behind. ”

“ i never seem to belong anywhere. or to anyone. ”

“ i’m alone. and it’s my own fault. but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. ”

“ i don’t know how to just live. i constantly feel like i’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. ”

“ i always expect people to hurt me. because they usually do. ”

“ i don’t know how to let go of my trauma. i don’t know what i am without it. ”

“ it’s better if i’m alone. i can’t hurt anyone if there’s no one close enough to get hit by the debris of my fuck ups. ”

“ there are just too many people depending on me. i can’t rest. i can’t let them down. ”

“ i don’t have anything or anyone left anymore. ”

“ i’m not strong. or brave. i survive ‘cause there’s not really any other choice. ”

“ i tried to give up before. but the universe just didn’t let me. ”

“ i just want to be done. i’m tired. i’m so, so fucking tired. ”

“ i know it’s selfish. but i wish someone would just take care of me. ”

“ every time i start to feel like things are getting quieter and i can feel safe, something bad always happens. ”

“ i tend to love people more than they love me. and it’s okay. i don’t mind but…it can be lonely. ”

“ i just don’t feel like my life makes any difference to anyone. i’m just here. ”

the comforter:

“ hey, look at me. i’m listening. you can tell me anything. ”

“ how can i help you feel less alone? ”

“ i’m here and i’m not leaving or letting you change the subject. now talk to me. ”

“ i know you feel like you’re alone and i’m not going to invalidate that. but i can tell you that i’m here. and i know there are people who want to care and help if you’ll let them. ”

“ whatever it is you’re struggling with, i want to help and it’s not going to make me look at you any different. ”

“ i like having you around. and not because of what you can do for me or give to me— i like you. i value you as a person. ”

“ i just need you to know that you’ve never been ‘nobody’ to me. you’ve never been nothing. ”

“ you’re important to me. you hear me? you’re important. and that’s never gonna change. ”

“ i’m not going anywhere until you get some sleep. ”

“ i want to take care of you. please, let me. ”

“ no one is meant to be all alone. that’s not how humans are built. you don’t need to do all this on your own. ”

“ you don’t deserve the bad things that happen to you. you never did. ”

“ i can’t promise you aren’t going to have any more hardship. but i can promise i’m gonna be right here to get your through it. ”

“ you make a difference in my life. i’m not just saying that. it wouldn’t be the same without you here and i don’t want to find out what it’d be like to not have you around. ”

“ next time it gets this bad, you call me okay? now you just sit there and i’m gonna make you some tea and soup and we’re gonna talk this out. ”

“ is it getting bad again? ”

“ you are so much stronger and braver than you think. ”

#⟣ — asks

spookiesmausoleum

❛ 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ❜

Sentence starters from quotes from the movie in question! Remember to specify for multi-muse blogs and change pronouns as needed.

"I have heard myself say that a house with a death in it can never again be bought or sold by the living. It can only be borrowed from the ghosts that have stayed behind."

"The memories of their own deaths are faces on the wrong side of wet windows, smeared by rain. Impossible to properly see."

"For those who have stayed, their prison is their never seeing. And left all alone, this is how they rot."

"Of her books, I have read fewer than nine pages of only a single one...and all the while suppressing a very bad taste. I am not even sure of the title."

"I can be sure of only a very few things. The pretty thing you are looking at is me. Of this I am sure."

"It has always been that wearing white reassures the sick that I can never be touched, even as darkness folds in on them from every side, closing like a claw."

"You had so much to say in those first years. When you lived here with me. Enough to fill a book. And then... nothing."

"You turned your back. You turned your back, and you turned your back so many times... that soon your feet were facing the wrong way altogether."

"I did nothing but sit and listen. I made no noises. I welcomed no visitors. And here, now, you've come back. But only to hurt me, only to show yourself, but not to let me see."

"You poor, pretty things whose prettiness holds only one guarantee. Learn to see yourself as the rest of the world does, and you'll keep. But left alone, with only your own eyes looking back at you, and even the prettiest things rot. You fall apart like flowers."

"Couldn't sleep. The first night in a place always weirds me out, you know."

"Why would you say that to me right now, in the middle of the night when I'm here all alone?"

"I can't imagine what I'd say if he did. I mean, what does a person say? "Remember that time we almost but then didn't get married? 'Cause I do.""

"On my very first night in the house. A death. But I cannot see it. Not yet. But I can feel it shifting its weight from bare foot to bare foot."

"So that's where you're hiding. They told me there wasn't one of you, and I don't mind telling you, I was a little worried."

"Because time spent in a house with a death in it passes more quickly, you know. Eleven months. Passing like the night."

"This is how you rot."

"It was fine when I first moved in, but now I think it's gotten much worse in the past few weeks."

"Possibly a mold of some kind. Likely there is some plumbing behind the wall, a pipe that runs up to the bathroom."

"You say you haven't seen it anywhere else?"

"It's just that a confusion like that is usually with the memory of someone significant."

"Heavens to Betsy, no, I haven't. No, um, I scare too easily."

"Well, there is a not-very-good movie, if you prefer."

"That would be much, much worse. I'd likely run down to the road screaming. And who'd look after [name]?"

"The pretty thing you are looking at now is me."

"I left the world just as I came into it. I am wearing nothing but blood."

"I am as white as a sail. I tell this often to myself. I tell myself that nothing gets on me. But it does me little good. The words pour right through. I am too full of holes."

"Grow up, you dumb old scaredy-cat. It's just a bunch of silly ol' make-believe typed words on paper."

"And even if I was fiendishly tempted, I have refrained from pressing the subject with her."

"Though it seems safe to assume that, as endings go, [Name]'s was not an especially pretty one."

"Quite dead but not quite buried. Carelessly concealed in a grave too shallow to be rightly called a grave at all. Better to call it a... hiding place."

"The walls and windows are as thin as bones. A person could walk right through them. Just up and leave this old house."

"I haven't really looked. I... I kind of hate the sight of it."

"I can sometimes see her struggle with the shape of it, more as if trying to remember a song she once heard, and not as she might remember an event."

"How does one forget something as essential as that? How does one forget a death?"

"Maybe it is the body that remembers. And without the body, there is nothing to hold to."

"We make our own ghosts by looking, but pretending not to see...and then forgetting ourselves altogether."

"It is a terrible thing to look at oneself and to all the while see nothing. Surely this is how we make our own ghosts. We make them out of ourselves."

Dragon Age II Starters feel free to change gender specific words, pronouns, whatever you like to make it fit your muse better!

❝ Something about this place is unsettling. It’s like… underwear that never quite sits right. ❞

❝ Oh, look at them! They’re like kittens… who want to eat you. ❞

❝ Looking for a ditch to lay face down in? I can recommend one. ❞

❝ Come on, haven’t you ever wanted to slap me? Just a little? ❞

❝ That would be a shame, wouldn’t it? Everyone deserves a good smiting now and then. I could use one right this minute. ❞

❝ Family’s not just the people you’re related to by blood. There are other people who care about you. ❞

❝ Sometimes, I miss being that selfish. ❞

❝ The past’s past. I learned that young. If it can’t bring you gold or giggles, what’s the point in dwelling on it? ❞

❝ I don’t know how you live the way you do, blithely ignoring the consequences of your actions. ❞

❝ Justice is an idea. It makes sense in a world of ideas, but not in our world. ❞

❝ The difference between whores and courtesans is… well, they have nicer shoes. ❞

❝ You see, men are only good for one thing. Women are good for six. ❞

❝ Why? Why do you say these things? ❞

❝ So what’s with that magical fisting thing you do? ❞

❝ It’s not about who’s dangerous. It’s about having choices made for you. ❞

❝ You seem especially broody today. ❞

❝ You sort of… swagger when you walk. I’ve been trying, but I trip over my own feet when I do it. ❞

❝ Pirates only care about a small number of very specific things: the sea, strong drink, and booty. Both kinds. ❞

❝ It’s frightening, isn’t it, to realize you have the potential to be a better person? ❞

❝ If they really want people to be good, shouldn’t they offer an afterlife with… lakes of wine and a dozen naked virgins? ❞

❝ There’s no way. Impossible! I’ve had hundreds of those in my hands, and they’re never that size. ❞

❝ It’s “friend-fiction!” I do it out of love. ❞

❝ What’s wrong with this place? Why don’t they have one decent regular lock to pick. No, it’s got to be all magic and blowy lights. ❞

❝ Try to do someone a favor and you end up trapped in a giant magical prison. There’s a lesson here. Next time you ask if I want to help with something, I’m going to say no. ❞

❝ Someday I’ll visit a place with no ancient evils, horrors, devouring plagues, or insanity. Maybe a beach. ❞

❝ Temporary insanity. A bout of foul morality. A horrifying fit of decency. It got better. ❞

❝ Your boots go on forever. I’d get so lost in them. I’ve dropped marbles in. They take an eternity to reach the bottom. ❞

❝ I’m helping you indulge in elaborate revenge fantasies. I think it’s good for you. ❞

❝ You know, it’s possible they’re just scared shitless of you. That’s my theory, anyway. ❞

❝ Once more I am falsely accused of whatever it is that I am accused of. Falsely. ❞

❝ Strange, I always thought I’d wind up arresting you some day. ❞

❝ Nobility is just an expensive lifestyle. I’ve already got one of those. ❞

❝ I’m a professional younger brother. Trust me, the center of attention’s the worst place to be. When things go wrong, and they always do, that’s where all the fingers point. ❞

❝ Friend, if your brooding were any more impressive, women would swoon as you passed. They’d have broody babies in your honor. ❞

❝ Opinions are like testicles. You kick them hard enough, doesn’t matter how many you got. ❞

❝ You never know. You might need to tie a package up, hang a lantern, dress a roast chicken. It’s multipurpose. ❞

❝ Does anybody else get the feeling that this is going to end badly? Just me huh? ❞

❝ Nobody said this was going to be happy story. ❞

❝ You can’t even pretend to be interesting, can you? ❞

❝ I wouldn’t normally say this, but—the shiny white armor? It works for you. Makes you look like a lacquered pilot whale. ❞

❝ You want help killing people like me. ❞

❝ It was never anything I had to work for. Other people always took the risks, to keep me free. ❞

❝ You’ve got a real chip on your shoulder, you know? ❞

❝ So we agree that it doesn’t take a demon for someone to be a vicious killer? Good. ❞

❝ Do not bare your heart to me, unless you would have me rip it out. ❞

#⟣ — asks

yahinata

Really good morning

#◈ 𝐃𝐎𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 — jing yuan #suggestive cw

artisaen

❛❛ i will be a problem for you no more soon enough, ❜❜ the words fall flat. so much has changed. time has not softened them, but rather has carved them apart. yet the general before him remains jing yuan. unchanged in ways that almost feel cruel. blade's gaze only lingers briefly before drifting away. soon he will be gone. did you ever wish not to see me again ?

blade exhales softly, his gaze lowering. it does not matter. old bonds are for the living, after all. ❛❛ alchemy commission. ❜❜ he turns his head slightly, enough to look at him. ❛❛ that is where she is, right @warmarshall ? ❜❜

warmarshall

"Never was there a time," he muses aloud, almost absently, "that I thought I would hear you be the one to say that." He had, after all, eternally been the thorn in Yīngxīng's side. Both with his presence and his constant demands and inquiries about his latest designs or weapons. On his face there is a smile, small and slightly indulgent. In his heart, however, there is a crack- once healed and freshly prised open- seeing with his own eyes what's really become of him.

(Knowing and witnessing are, after all, two very different things.)

"Divination commission," he corrects gently, and where Blade cannot look at him, Jǐng Yuán cannot bring himself to look anywhere else. He does not think this will be the last time they cross paths- fate is not nearly so kind to either of them- but neither does he wish to make the mistake of truly conflating 'Blade' and 'Yīngxīng'. To do as much would be cruel to them both.

"Take care," he doesn't let the familiar name leave his tongue, nearly chokes on it instead. "Of both of you. Though... I suppose she does well enough in that regard, hmm?"

#artisaen #( all aboard the pain train )

INBOX CALL

@starlighttrain asked: ❝General.❞ Soft tone accompanied by Dan Heng's warm smile. Its so good to see Jing Yuan again after this long and to know they're alright. ❝It's been a while. I wanted to give you this.❞ A hand is held out where a low golden light blooms into a camellia. ❝It's not much but... I hope I can at least somewhat brighten your day after what happened?❞

Dan Heng, the General thinks, is far too kind.

(He thinks Dan Feng would be happy to see it. To know that his future incarnation was capable of expressing such sentiment so freely. So gently.)

Tilting his head in acknowledgement, he beckons the Vidyadhara closer, until the flower in hand can be taken with minimal effort. (He's nothing if not efficient, after all.) Carefully, he brings the bloom up for inspection, tilting it this way and that. One may mistake it as him looking for flaws, for something to criticize- but no. He's only admiring it; his skills, many and varied as they may be, are not nearly so dazzling, after all. The flowers he cultivates take time, effort... but more importantly, a stable home to take root.

He will admit, however, that he does wonder if Dan Heng remembered the idle mention of his garden the once, to offer him a flower of all things.

"Thank you," he responds at length, smiling and raising the flower to his hair- like a pin or other ornament. "I'll take good care of it- for however long it lasts. What do you think- would it suit me best like this?" He shifts it to the center of his high tail, laughing warmly. "Or perhaps here?"

It's only a joke, really- wearing such a thing would send the sort of message that might be misconstrued. Or worse, misrepresented. Eventually, both hands cup beneath the bloom before he shifts, settling it atop his desk carefully, before requisitioning something to preserve it in with a wave of his hand.

Hopefully, they'll bring something suitably elegant.

"Would you like to stay for tea, Dan Heng? I feel as though you have a great many things you would do well to discuss... or at the very least, something to get off your chest."

#starlighttrain #starlighttrain | dan heng #⟣ — answers #( this is sooo late i'm sorry- )

underesources

LATE NIGHT PHONE CALL PROMPTS.

things that can be said during a late night call. some lighthearted , some more serious. a prompt for every occasion! trigger warning for cursing. change pronouns when necessary.

❛ I hope I didn't wake you. ❜

❛ Hello ? Can you hear me ? ❜

❛ It's late, I know, I just wanted to get this off my chest. ❜

❛ I'm really fucking tired of this. ❜

❛ Is this a bad time ? I can call back later. ❜

❛ Please, I just need you to be honest with me. ❜

❛ C'mon, I won't tell anyone. ❜

❛ .. No, I'm pretty sure that's not how that works. ❜

❛ I'll be right there. ❜

❛ No, it's okay. You didn't wake me. ❜

❛ Can this wait ? I haven't gotten any sleep. ❜

❛ Bullshit. I know you better than that. ❜

❛ What do you mean by that, exactly ? ❜

❛ Can you speak up ? I can hardly hear you. ❜

❛ You sound exhausted. ❜

❛ This sounds like something you might regret telling me tomorrow. ❜

❛ I'm not tired. ❜

❛ I think you may be overthinking this just a little bit. ❜

❛ There's nothing to worry about ! ❜

❛ Can I come over ? I just really don't want to be alone right now. ❜

❛ Promise me you won't tell a single soul what I'm about to say. ❜

❛ Shit. My phone's about to die. ❜

❛ You know that I miss you, right ? ❜

❛ Go fuck yourself. ❜

❛ You've got to listen to me. ❜

❛ This can't wait. It's important. ❜

❛ I don't think I follow. ❜

❛ Man, you're not making any sense. ❜

❛ Are you even listening to me ? ❜

❛ Dude.. I never even thought of it that way before. ❜

❛ Look outside right now. Right now !! ❜

❛ Hm. I don't like the sound of that. ❜

❛ Just trust me ! ❜

❛ I know I don't say it enough, but I love you. ❜

❛ You're really starting to worry me. ❜

❛ He's nothing ! ❜

❛ I don't think this is working out. ❜

❛ Be serious. ❜

❛ That's not funny. ❜

❛ I'm not joking ! ❜

#⟣ — asks

UNPROMPTED

@devoursleuth asked: “Cloud Knight Jǐng Yuán! Well, I’ll be, didn’t you shoot up like a sunflower.” Ashveil lifts a hand, measuring some imaginary height in the air, eyes crinkling with fond disbelief. “Goodness, last I saw you, you were about this high." There’s a softer note beneath the teasing, something almost proud, almost wistful, as Ashveil gives a low hum. “Time’s a funny thing. Now look at you, standing all polished and proper. Although, I suppose, now it's General, right?"

Long are the years between his first run-in with the leader of the Galaxy Rangers and now. And yet Jǐng Yuán finds that it has not been, by any measure, nearly long enough at all. La Mancha- or Ashveil now, as he hears tell- remains much the same. Sloe-eyed, sinewy, sly- and still more than perfectly capable of making him feel just a touch out of his depth. Like he's going to, at any moment, make a monumental misstep and prove himself little more than a fumbling fool.

Or perhaps that's simply the frustratingly sudden resurgence of feelings he'd thought long dissipated since his young adulthood.

(Lan preserve him, he wasn't prepared to deal with something like this.)

"Perhaps you've simply lost a few inches in your old age," he drawls at last, dredging up the veil of stillness from deep within himself. His own head slants, just a touch, eyes lowering to the height of Ashveil's hand. Very carefully, he lifts a hand- presses up on his palm until it's a fair few inches higher. "Though I did keep growing. Hazards of a long life- you understand." After all, Ashveil is likely one of the few who can not only compete, but perhaps utterly outshine his own considerable number of years.

Having said that...

"It is General now- even if I doubt that will make much difference to you in the long run." Yīngxīng had been somewhat similar- unwilling to treat him as anything but the somewhat brazen youth he was when they first met. Besides, it isn't as though he really minds. If that's how the other man wishes to remember him- brighter, bolder, braver- then who is he to stop him? It certainly can't do any harm, to have someone remember not just his accomplishments, but who he used to be.

For now though —

"Ah, but where are my manners?" Jǐng Yuán favors the Ranger with a smile that's more lax than his usual- less sleepy-eyed slyness and more gentle welcome. He tilts his head toward the low table outside, a half-finished game on the board and a tray empty of drinks beside it.

"It may have been a while, but I think I still remember your preference..." He doesn't laugh, but the sense of it reverberates in the timbre of his voice, eyes casting toward where the wine for visiting dignitaries is stored. "...so- shall I get you a drink?"

#devoursleuth #devoursleuth | ashveil #⟣ — answers

I was halfway joking when I said it before but I do believe Jing Yuan's love language is acts of service with a specific focus on food and drink. Both making and serving it to people he cares about. Because that's how he grew up, as we've been shown time and time again: The happiest we see the members of the quintet is when they can sit down to eat and drink together. To Jing Yuan, being able to settle down at home (or the closest thing at the moment) with someone, to bring them out a meal and refill their drinks- that's what he associates the most with love and happiness. Those are the times, to him, that mean both "family" and "fondness". Times that are both meant to be treasured and used as proof that he could show them he cared. So whenever Jing Yuan offers someone a meal- even one he didn't make- it's a gesture of (at the bare minimum) the fact that he cares about them.

#⟢ — headcanon #( which is also funny when you think about him trying to bribe yunli with food )#( he wants his future daughter in law to like him soooo bad )

carolsturka

huge fan of reading and learning, but also an even bigger fan of sleeping and being unconscious.

#⟣ — musings

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