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Sing it loud, sing it proud! by springfieldofcherryblossoms
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
26 Jan 2026
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“If you liked the song, clap to show appreciation. If you didn't like the song, clap because you are glad it's over.”
—The Joyseeker ☆
*This is a work of fiction. Any delays in this story are definitely Aha's fault, not the author's.
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26 Jan 2026
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(Stelle knew it was wrong. She knew she was running away regardless of how she phrased it so nicely in her head.)
This wasn’t love in the way stories described it. This was desperation—a selfish craving for something safe, something that wouldn’t reject her or grow distant. But what else could she do? She couldn’t tell the real Dan Heng. She couldn’t even bear the thought of ruining what they had.
So, if creating a reflection of him, a digital shadow, would dull the ache for a little while, then so be it.
It’s the only way, she told herself. The only way she can ease these unbearable feelings without ruining what they have.
Or: Finding an outlet to vent her feelings for her best friend, Stelle created an AI chat that behaved exactly like Dan Heng.
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29 Dec 2025
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In the beginning, there was love by evilpuffling
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
20 Nov 2025
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After the defeat of Irontomb, Stelle finds Phainon again within the new Amphoreus.
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- Part 2 of Phaistelle one-shots
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22 Nov 2025
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After the struggle with Irontomb, Phainon awoke on the deck of the Express with his own mind tangled in 33,550,336 cycles worth of memories. Luckily, the crew of the Astral Express has always looked out for stray souls. Luckily, he still has some friends to keep him company while he waits for Amphoreus to actualize. Luckily, he has Stelle.
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22 Nov 2025
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The rhythm of childhood in Aedes Elysiae wasn’t marked by calendars or clocks, but by seasons.
There was the season when the poppy flowers bloomed, the season of itchy grass and honeyed winds. There was the season of thunderstorms, where children leapt barefoot through puddles until they were dragged home shivering and scolded. And then there was the season of harvest, warm, golden, heavy with the smell of crushed grain and drying hay.
Time in the village didn’t move in lines; it moved in circles.
And within those circles, Phainon and Stelle spun together.
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07 Nov 2025