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I hope it's not impolite to put that in a quote...

I made something for you based on this fanart ? Hope you enjoy ! πŸ’œπŸͺ»

archiveofourown.org/works/61177153

#Ratiorine #Aventurine #drratio

08.12.2024 18:17 β€” πŸ‘ 14    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Pure Fiction : It's DOT this time !
Me, a FUA/Break Hunt Main : DO-what ? Nope, don't know her.

I don't know what's the most horrifying, my fucked up teams or the fact that said teams actually managed to clear the stage when half of them have shitty builds.

26.11.2024 22:39 β€” πŸ‘ 3    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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#HonkaiStarRail #Amphoreus #Aglaea

A short analysis of Aglaea's mythological lore and what it could tell us about the upcoming 3.0 Version.

Also on my Tumblr : www.tumblr.com/saunne/76770...

26.11.2024 12:06 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
It fled, like the prey rather than the hunter, a heart it shouldn't have fluttering in its chest like a bird in a cage, eager to break the prison of its ribs to escape it. (They caught it.) (Or, perhaps, it let itself be caught.) - Having stumbled upon Curio during a mission as planned by Elio's plan, Blade found itself... somewhere. An alternate reality or perhaps the past. Hunted by ghosts of flesh and blood, one wearing its own face β€” if tinted by the moon rather than the embrace of night β€” and the other that of his love-nemesis, it finds itself cornered. They offered to Blade the unthinkable, improbable and sinful heresy. But it was Ren who accepted, not Blade. Ren, who wasn't completely Blade but not entirely Yingxing either. Ren, who was the edge of a blade, the dividing line between past and future, between emotions and irrationality, between love and hatred. Ren, a monster made of love and unfulfilled desires, whom Dan Feng had seen behind Blade's eyes and dragged into the light. (Union of the flesh, of present and past, regret and longing. One night and one night only.)

It fled, like the prey rather than the hunter, a heart it shouldn't have fluttering in its chest like a bird in a cage, eager to break the prison of its ribs to escape it. (They caught it.) (Or, perhaps, it let itself be caught.) - Having stumbled upon Curio during a mission as planned by Elio's plan, Blade found itself... somewhere. An alternate reality or perhaps the past. Hunted by ghosts of flesh and blood, one wearing its own face β€” if tinted by the moon rather than the embrace of night β€” and the other that of his love-nemesis, it finds itself cornered. They offered to Blade the unthinkable, improbable and sinful heresy. But it was Ren who accepted, not Blade. Ren, who wasn't completely Blade but not entirely Yingxing either. Ren, who was the edge of a blade, the dividing line between past and future, between emotions and irrationality, between love and hatred. Ren, a monster made of love and unfulfilled desires, whom Dan Feng had seen behind Blade's eyes and dragged into the light. (Union of the flesh, of present and past, regret and longing. One night and one night only.)

With All Of Yesterday In Me [Hold Me Dear]

β€’ #fengxingren πŸ‰πŸŒŸβš”οΈ
β€’ πŸ”ž - E - 8k
β€’ Identity Crisis, Selfcest
β€’ Time-Travel Fuck It
β€’ It/Its "Blade" vs He/Him "Ren"
β€’ Dan Feng is greedy, Yingxing is an enabler and Blade/Ren is stuck in the middle (quite literally)

archiveofourown.org/works/53482066

26.11.2024 11:57 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
It had been a thrilling game of call and response and Kafka had wanted it to never end. But the melody had been enthralling and Kafka had wanted and wanted and wanted, until her teeth ached, until the saliva in her mouth felt as thick as molasses, until the weight of Spirit Whisper lingered like an aftertaste on her tongue, begging to be used. Until Jing Yuan pinned her face against a wall, a calloused hand wrapping around her delicate neck and a chuckle of "checkmate" echoed in her ear. Until something snapped. (Jing Yuan was a magnum opus and Kafka wanted to make her sing.)

It had been a thrilling game of call and response and Kafka had wanted it to never end. But the melody had been enthralling and Kafka had wanted and wanted and wanted, until her teeth ached, until the saliva in her mouth felt as thick as molasses, until the weight of Spirit Whisper lingered like an aftertaste on her tongue, begging to be used. Until Jing Yuan pinned her face against a wall, a calloused hand wrapping around her delicate neck and a chuckle of "checkmate" echoed in her ear. Until something snapped. (Jing Yuan was a magnum opus and Kafka wanted to make her sing.)

To the Rhythm of Your Soul [Sing With Me Darling]

β€’ #kafyuan
β€’ πŸ”ž - E - PWP - 5k1
β€’ Fem! Jing Yuan / Kafka
β€’ Consensual Mind Control
β€’ Hunter hunting Hunter or : The sweetest submission is the one given freely
β€’ Present for @aratribo.bsky.social πŸ’œ

archiveofourown.org/works/52776430

26.11.2024 11:45 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 1
"To the dreamers," the bartender toasted, gulping down the beverage as if it were a shot. "Keen hunch though. How did you guess ?" He started moving again very quickly, throwing himself into the preparation of another cocktail, as if blind to the one left untouched on the counter. His ceaseless motion was an odd counterpoint to Sunday's static stillness. It was disconcerting, this disregard for his person, this lack of obedience that he had once taken for granted... β€œThat was easy, really,” Sunday sneered, his nails clicking melodiously against the crystal glass. β€œA place where you look like you belong can only be a nightmare.” In the corner of his vision, the bartender's languid movements came to a halt. Sunday refused to grace him with his attention, despite the resounding bark of his laughter. Almost indiscernible in the semi-darkness, Gallagher's unmistakably canine shadow narrowed its crimson eyes, revealing the crescent moon of an all-too-human smile.

"To the dreamers," the bartender toasted, gulping down the beverage as if it were a shot. "Keen hunch though. How did you guess ?" He started moving again very quickly, throwing himself into the preparation of another cocktail, as if blind to the one left untouched on the counter. His ceaseless motion was an odd counterpoint to Sunday's static stillness. It was disconcerting, this disregard for his person, this lack of obedience that he had once taken for granted... β€œThat was easy, really,” Sunday sneered, his nails clicking melodiously against the crystal glass. β€œA place where you look like you belong can only be a nightmare.” In the corner of his vision, the bartender's languid movements came to a halt. Sunday refused to grace him with his attention, despite the resounding bark of his laughter. Almost indiscernible in the semi-darkness, Gallagher's unmistakably canine shadow narrowed its crimson eyes, revealing the crescent moon of an all-too-human smile.

Here The Moon Never Shines [It Yellows Over Time]

β€’ #galladay
β€’ T - 2k8
β€’ Missing Scene - What If
β€’ Existensial Angst - Bittersweet
β€’ Death Parade Inspired
β€’ Sunday isn't sure what is more eerie, the place or Gallagher himself. Or : The curtain call has come.

archiveofourown.org/works/58423393

26.11.2024 07:24 β€” πŸ‘ 5    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
The pale skin of her wrist was warm against his bony hip, her delicate hand lying flat on the cushion. Her nails were powder pink this time, short and rounded, despite that she usually preferred them longer. (He was obviously not the only one with expectations regarding the course of the evening.) β€œI saw your outfit when I came in… You really pulled out all the stops,” Jade finally declared, her head tilted as to reveal the immaculate delicacy of her swan neck. "I wasn’t certain you would use it." Aventurine raised an eyebrow in a way he hoped seemed mocking rather than confused, tapping the now memorized file resting closed on his bare thighs. "Should I have left it to collect dust ?" β€œIt would have been a waste.”

The pale skin of her wrist was warm against his bony hip, her delicate hand lying flat on the cushion. Her nails were powder pink this time, short and rounded, despite that she usually preferred them longer. (He was obviously not the only one with expectations regarding the course of the evening.) β€œI saw your outfit when I came in… You really pulled out all the stops,” Jade finally declared, her head tilted as to reveal the immaculate delicacy of her swan neck. "I wasn’t certain you would use it." Aventurine raised an eyebrow in a way he hoped seemed mocking rather than confused, tapping the now memorized file resting closed on his bare thighs. "Should I have left it to collect dust ?" β€œIt would have been a waste.”

Paint Your Smiles [Lies Are But Truth Masquerading]

β€’ #ratiorine
β€’ πŸ”ž - E - 11k4
β€’ πŸ³οΈβ€βš§οΈπŸ¦š
β€’ AU - Different First Meeting
β€’ Masquerade Party
β€’ Plot with Smut
β€’ First Meeting Gone Right or : Truth is easier when everyone wears a mask

archiveofourown.org/works/60073285

26.11.2024 07:13 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
There was no denying it. Aventurine was… in Ratio's home. Said home had been the cause of countless headaches for the Strategic Investment Department when the Doctor's extravagant demands had been deemed non-negotiable if the IPC wanted him as one of their assets. The requirements had been awfully detailed, ranging from the sun orientation of a specific room to floor numbers to avoid, including a range of security measures that would make some of the most secure banks in the Corporation pale in humiliation. When the security measures for Ratio's home had been made known, Aventurine had laughed until he almost choked on his own breath, secluded in the privacy of his own room. After all, he had thought, what could a scholar possess besides himself that would require protective measures nearly as extensive as the Central Bank or the Stonehearts' meeting room ? Well, considering the tremendous number of lightcones filling the shelves, a personal version of the Gloswather's Eden of Blessed Insight was apparently the answer.

There was no denying it. Aventurine was… in Ratio's home. Said home had been the cause of countless headaches for the Strategic Investment Department when the Doctor's extravagant demands had been deemed non-negotiable if the IPC wanted him as one of their assets. The requirements had been awfully detailed, ranging from the sun orientation of a specific room to floor numbers to avoid, including a range of security measures that would make some of the most secure banks in the Corporation pale in humiliation. When the security measures for Ratio's home had been made known, Aventurine had laughed until he almost choked on his own breath, secluded in the privacy of his own room. After all, he had thought, what could a scholar possess besides himself that would require protective measures nearly as extensive as the Central Bank or the Stonehearts' meeting room ? Well, considering the tremendous number of lightcones filling the shelves, a personal version of the Gloswather's Eden of Blessed Insight was apparently the answer.

Meminerunt Omnia Amantes [Veritas Numquam Perit]

β€’ #aventio #ratiorine
β€’ T - 3k
β€’ AU - Canon Divergence
β€’ Immortality - Reincarnation
β€’ My soulmate keeps reincarnating or : Ratio had always been Hunt before ever being Erudition

archiveofourown.org/works/57947206

25.11.2024 17:02 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
"You can't say my name like that," he whispered. "Not afterβ€”" Not after you rejected me, he wanted to say. Not after I stripped my soul down to its barest contours to offer it to you on a platter only to be found wanting. But the words remained prisoners of his mouth, imprisoned behind the enamel, heavy and resonating like prisoner's shackles, chained to his glottis, anchored to his palate, tied to his tongue. "It's unfair," he sighed instead, the quiet unsaid lingering in the shadows of that whisper. And Aventurine... Aventurine chuckled. "Oh, Doctor...When have things ever been fair ?" - I often think about all the unsaid words left to die a silent death in the hollow of my throat like rotting corpses in shallow graves.(Saunne - .24)

"You can't say my name like that," he whispered. "Not afterβ€”" Not after you rejected me, he wanted to say. Not after I stripped my soul down to its barest contours to offer it to you on a platter only to be found wanting. But the words remained prisoners of his mouth, imprisoned behind the enamel, heavy and resonating like prisoner's shackles, chained to his glottis, anchored to his palate, tied to his tongue. "It's unfair," he sighed instead, the quiet unsaid lingering in the shadows of that whisper. And Aventurine... Aventurine chuckled. "Oh, Doctor...When have things ever been fair ?" - I often think about all the unsaid words left to die a silent death in the hollow of my throat like rotting corpses in shallow graves.(Saunne - .24)

Don't You Know ? [I Want To Be Loved]

β€’ #ratiorine #aventio
β€’ T - 2k1
β€’ Angst - Hurt/No Comfort
β€’ Love Rejection
β€’ (Not Actually) Unrequited Love
β€’ Ratio made a miscalculation or : Heartbreaks are as illogical as Love itself.

archiveofourown.org/works/56486317

25.11.2024 16:52 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
There was a monster chasing Dan Heng, relentlessly, with a mother-of-pearl smile stained with blood and eyes burning like a kiln. But what he was hunting was not him, but the monster whose place Dan Heng had to take and bear the fate. The first thing Dan Heng ever learned was pain, sorrow in its trail. Two all-consuming emotions he could read painfully clearly on the monster’s face. Too-old eyes in a forever-too-alive body, looking towards a solace no longer of this world. (Blade seeks death's sweet embrace.) (Arms open and heart aching, Dan Heng decides to offer his own instead.) - Or : What if the solution to phantom legacies was as simple as letting said phantoms say what they had to say? Dan Heng listens to Dan Feng's remnants while he is still on the run from Ren. It changes everything and nothing at the same time. (They've always had more in common than they'd like to admit.)

There was a monster chasing Dan Heng, relentlessly, with a mother-of-pearl smile stained with blood and eyes burning like a kiln. But what he was hunting was not him, but the monster whose place Dan Heng had to take and bear the fate. The first thing Dan Heng ever learned was pain, sorrow in its trail. Two all-consuming emotions he could read painfully clearly on the monster’s face. Too-old eyes in a forever-too-alive body, looking towards a solace no longer of this world. (Blade seeks death's sweet embrace.) (Arms open and heart aching, Dan Heng decides to offer his own instead.) - Or : What if the solution to phantom legacies was as simple as letting said phantoms say what they had to say? Dan Heng listens to Dan Feng's remnants while he is still on the run from Ren. It changes everything and nothing at the same time. (They've always had more in common than they'd like to admit.)

This Isn't A Love Story [But A Story About Love]

β€’ #hengren
β€’ T - 2k9
β€’ AU - Canon Divergence
β€’ Angst & Feels
β€’ Dan Heng and his unwanted heritage or : The first step to face your ghosts is to first acknowledge them

archiveofourown.org/works/52263235

25.11.2024 12:31 β€” πŸ‘ 4    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, twisting his thick hair into a messy topknot, Ren visibly frowned, although his gaze didn't break away from Dan Heng. Or more precisely, the delicate ornate salt jar he was holding. β€œThose bath salts are what offend me,” Ren growled in response. β€œChoose something else.” "We agreed last time that I would choose." - There's nothing in a bad day that can't be fixed by sharing a bath with your lovers. Or: This super fluff and super indulgent JingRenHeng OS that I haven't stopped talking about in the JingRenHeng discord server.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, twisting his thick hair into a messy topknot, Ren visibly frowned, although his gaze didn't break away from Dan Heng. Or more precisely, the delicate ornate salt jar he was holding. β€œThose bath salts are what offend me,” Ren growled in response. β€œChoose something else.” "We agreed last time that I would choose." - There's nothing in a bad day that can't be fixed by sharing a bath with your lovers. Or: This super fluff and super indulgent JingRenHeng OS that I haven't stopped talking about in the JingRenHeng discord server.

Water On Your Skin [Your Lips On Mine]

β€’ #jingrenheng
β€’ T - 6k5
β€’ Post-Canon - Happy Ending
β€’ Old Married Polycule Fluff
β€’ Bathing Together
β€’ Vidyadhara!Jing Yuan (Turned)
β€’ I just wanted to write them old, happy and taking care of each other.

archiveofourown.org/works/52062454

25.11.2024 12:07 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 5    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
It takes a few months for everything to fall into place, slowly, slowly but surely. Like a stone thrown into the middle of a pond, the ripples only embrace the shore after a certain delay. It takes five people to make things happen. The water has already infiltrated, the erosion has begun. What was an immovable object has become brittle and fragile. Five people watch Jing Yuan collapse and struggle to get back up after the departure of Dan Heng with the Astral Express. Between letting go, planning, enabling, revealing and reminding, all that remains is to accept. [If you care, you'll let him go. If you love him, you'll chase him.]

It takes a few months for everything to fall into place, slowly, slowly but surely. Like a stone thrown into the middle of a pond, the ripples only embrace the shore after a certain delay. It takes five people to make things happen. The water has already infiltrated, the erosion has begun. What was an immovable object has become brittle and fragile. Five people watch Jing Yuan collapse and struggle to get back up after the departure of Dan Heng with the Astral Express. Between letting go, planning, enabling, revealing and reminding, all that remains is to accept. [If you care, you'll let him go. If you love him, you'll chase him.]

Overskies [If You Love Me]

β€’ #hengjing #jingheng #jingrenheng
β€’ Past πŸŒŸπŸ‰ - Unrequited πŸ¦πŸ‰
β€’ T - 6k4
β€’ Angst - Romance - Grief
β€’ Jing Yuan and his grief or : How to put your ghosts to rest.

archiveofourown.org/works/52376836

25.11.2024 09:08 β€” πŸ‘ 4    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
Jing Yuan can't escape his ghosts, until they come straight back to him. He doesn't know if he can bear to see them leave again. (He can't.) (And hey, isn't that fun ? How Dan Heng wishes to be seen as himself even as Jing Yuan pleads to only be seen ?) - (Incapable of forgetting but unable to remember.) "I don't know why you keep doing this to yourself," Bailu growled, waving a half-eaten cookie in his direction. "You're no longer at the dawn of your life, General. It's almost begging to be mara-struck at this point.” He did not deign to answer these accusations, contenting himself with sipping his tea, the bitterness that lingered on his tongue tasting just like regret. There were some subjects that were best left to die. (And Jing Yuan knew how to let things die better than anyone.)

Jing Yuan can't escape his ghosts, until they come straight back to him. He doesn't know if he can bear to see them leave again. (He can't.) (And hey, isn't that fun ? How Dan Heng wishes to be seen as himself even as Jing Yuan pleads to only be seen ?) - (Incapable of forgetting but unable to remember.) "I don't know why you keep doing this to yourself," Bailu growled, waving a half-eaten cookie in his direction. "You're no longer at the dawn of your life, General. It's almost begging to be mara-struck at this point.” He did not deign to answer these accusations, contenting himself with sipping his tea, the bitterness that lingered on his tongue tasting just like regret. There were some subjects that were best left to die. (And Jing Yuan knew how to let things die better than anyone.)

The Moon Crumbles [But The Sea Does Not Change]

β€’ #hengjing #jingheng #jingfeng
β€’ Past πŸŒŸπŸ‰- unrequited πŸ¦πŸ‰
β€’ T - 4k8
β€’ Angst - Romance - Grief
β€’ Jing Yuan and Scalegorge's Mirage Echoes or : How grief is but love persevering.

archiveofourown.org/works/49193032

25.11.2024 08:58 β€” πŸ‘ 3    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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25.11.2024 08:26 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Hi, I'm SaunneπŸͺ»

I write fics, interact with fanarts, daydream about OCs and dabble in lore analysis.

β€’ Fandoms : HSR, ORV, Haikyuu, Tokyo Revengers, KNY, Bleach, MXTX's works (SVSSS, MDZS, TGCF).

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