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blazingblorbos · 1 year

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Honkai Impact 3rd is a love letter of a game

In its creation, and throughout its conception, the story that it sought to tell is one filled, so completely, with the concept of love and thanks.

It's a medium of appreciation. The story thanks everyone and everything that it comes into contact with. Its creators, developers, player-base, and characters.

I think the story is perfect, not necessarily because it's masterfully well-written, or because it's groundbreaking in its approach, but because it served its purpose so well. The pride and joy of Honkai as a game, is the way its community feels so united in its experience with the story.

Every time I think about it, I feel like I just know that these developers care so much about their game. About their characters, their story, and the world they've created. And they never fail to try and let the playerbase know this.

Recently - especially - they've dedicated the last couple shorts to the collective community. Uniting us in their message "Fight for all that's beautiful in the world"; and their sincere dream: "May all the beauty be blessed"

It's been through its ups and downs, but personally I think that only contributes to its sincerity. I've seen and heard so many beautiful stories about the way this game has helped others. How other players feel so deeply connected to it, because something about it - the narrative, the characters, the music, etc - just resonated within them. And it really is the case for the majority of us.

I haven't had experiences with any other piece of media that loves its community so much.... Whose community seems so deeply connected, related, and intertwined through their shared - HIGHLY EMOTIONAL - experience with the game.

And I feel so at home here, despite not really directly interacting with others. 'Cause I'll browse posts made by other people- other players, about how excited they are for the next version, or how scared they are to watch the new short. How loudly they sobbed over the lyrics of the latest song, how much they've saved for that one character...

This game, this story, has left such an impact on us all. It's the reason we're still here, it's the reason we stayed. Some people quit after the first hour of playing, and it's understandable because the beginning of the game is far from amazing. But not us. We kept going - for one reason or another - and eventually settled in and stayed for so many more reasons.

And now that Part 1 is over, Graduation Trip managed to tie together everything about this ~7 year old journey into one tender 7 minute piece of masterful emotional expression.

It's a little hard to say goodbye, but it doesn't hurt anymore. I cried because I'm happy, and I'll look back at the story that once was with fondness.

It is the culmination of everything we've been through - all of us. From creators to veterans to new players. They're thankful for all of it, and this short is the epitome of their gratitude. It's their love letter to the story we all made.

It's a love letter to her. To her who inspired them, and inspired us. A love letter to us. To us who inspired her and them. The devs created this story. The story reached us, affected us, and as a result we - the playerbase, who game developers naturally depend on - managed to affect the story in return.

Thank you

#Not apologizing for the long post I needed to get this off my chest #I was listening to Da Capo the entire time I wrote this #Da Capo is the link attached to Thank You btw #We call it Depression Impact for a reason /I'm so genuine #Ever since I started going here I felt really at home and accepted #just 'cause everyone REALLY WAS just like me fr #When people say this game affected entire portions of their personality they mean it #and it's for good reason #Flashback to my GLB 5th Anniversary livestream post where I pointed out the way all the hosts cried #you don't see that everyday I'm telling you #Graduation Trip #It's a love letter to Kiana AND us #and because it's a love letter to Kiana that makes it a love letter to the players/devs and vice-versa #so really- it's a love letter like... cubed #Ever since Everlasting Flames they really accentuated the 'this world is beautiful and worth fighting for' theme #and when I tell you I had never been so profoundly impacted by a theme like that before...#I love this game dearly #it's my favorite game ever #Honkai #Honkai Impact #Honkai Impact 3rd #Kiana Kaslana #Kiana #Honkai Kiana #HoYoverse #MiHoYo #'May you the beauty of this world always shine'#blazingtextpost

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cheolism · 1 year

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da capo

✧ kwon soonyoung x reader

✧ summary: you confess to soonyoung via song, but when soonyoung leaves before your performance finishes, your best friend jihoon chases after him to give him a piece of his mind.

✧ genre: angst with comfort, misunderstandings; jihoon will fight a bitch for his bff; soonyoung is a ride or die; moms call at the worst possible moments

✧ notes: punches are thrown. cursing. not edited at all.

✧ wc is approx 3.3k

✧ da capo is a musical term that means to repeat a piece from the beginning.

You just sang your heart out to the full auditorium. Sweat was lining your forehead, heart still thundering in your ears, the sound of the applause still ringing. Seokmin had grabbed you into a hug and folded you into him, kissing your cheeks and loudly praising you.

But it didn’t matter.

Because he had walked out.

You had asked Soonyoung to come and listen; had told him it was a song especially for him; had poured your entire soul into the performance, hitting every note perfectly and not looking away from Soonyoung once.

Then you had glanced over to Jihoon from where he sat playing the piano, your accompaniment for the night. Then back to where Soonyoung was sitting --

Had been.

Had been sitting.

“You were absolutely stunning!” Jeonghan cheered, taking you from Seokmin’s arms and giving you a hug of his own. “Not a dry eye in the audience.”

You wiggled away. Jeonghan let you pull an arm’s length away, frowning at you. “Why are you crying?”

You glanced around. Jihoon was walking backstage, grinning at you in anticipation; his smile slowly began to waver as he noticed the tears on your cheeks. Seokmin and Joshua were frowning.

Jihoon moved closer. He gently pulled Jeonghan away from you, your best friend hovering. Jihoon never really liked physical contact, not here in front of the entire theater club; but still he reached out and let his fingertips brush over your cheeks and absorb your tears.

Jihoon murmured your name, concern heavy. And then it was like a dam broke.

“He -- he left,” you sobbed out, reaching up and pressing your hands against your eyes. You had been so excited, having finally gathered enough courage to confess to Kwon Soonyoung. The theater club’s annual booster event had been coming up and it was perfect timing. You had practiced relentlessly, wanting everything to be perfect. If Soonyoung was going to reject you, you had reasoned, then it surely wouldn’t be from your lack of enthusiasm for the performance.

But you hadn’t anticipated him outright leaving.

Jihoon silently wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into his embrace. You burrowed into him, your hands clinging to his dress shirt and nails digging into the material.

You had tried to prepare yourself for refusal. You knew there was a chance of it happening. Kwon Soonyoung was beautiful and sweet and funny and cheerful, and you were you, a kid who had one lead role in their high school’s production of Annie and had fallen in love with the feeling of standing on stage, pouring your heart out and hearing the roar of applause.

You had imagined Soonyoung rejecting you just as much as you had him accepting you. You had imagined him running on stage and kissing you in that Hollywood style, swinging you into his arms; had imagined him giving you an awkward thumbs up and avoiding you for the following weeks; you walking through the crowd while singing to him, ending the song with a kiss; him crying because he couldn’t accept your feelings because he had a lover who went to another school.

But you hadn’t imagined him walking out, as if your feelings were too much for him, as if your feelings and your words were too much of a burden for him.

“I don’t --” you sobbed, your mouth pressed to Jihoon’s shirt still. “I don’t -- I don’t understand --”

Jihoon’s grip on you tightened for a moment before it released entirely. He grabbed your arms and removed them from around him. You looked at him, brow furrowed and tears still running down your cheeks. Jihoon looked just as devastated as you; you had confided in him during this entire thing, had explained your idea. He was invested in it, you knew, and had been the one to encourage you from the start.

So seeing you so upset, your heart so obviously broken and destroyed . . .

It wasn’t just that Soonyoung had rejected you, Jihoon thought. It was that Soonyoung had heard your lyrics, understood the heart and soul you poured into it and the intent, and had decided instead of giving you the answer you deserved, decided to abandon you and your love entirely, as if it, as if you, weren’t deserving of an explanation.

Jihoon wiped your tears once more, squeezing your cheek a little. Then he guided you into Joshua’s hold. Jihoon watched as you sagged into Joshua with defeat. Jeonghan appeared at Josha’s shoulder, a box of tissues in his hands.

Knowing you were in good hands, Jihoon turned from his friends. He walked out, ignoring Seungkwan’s calls and Seokmin’s questions, his mind blank except for the sound of your sobs and singing filling his ears.

The halls were empty save for a few stragglers. Everyone was still in the auditorium, enjoying the act that followed you. Or maybe they weren’t enjoying it. Not that it mattered, not when Soonyoung just left --

Jihoon had been so sure. That was the worst part of it. He had listened to you confess your adoration for the dancer, had watched Soonyoung’s eyes follow you across a room. He had watched Soonyoung lean into your space when you were talking, eyes focused on your face, listening to your every word.

So Jihoon hadn’t protested. He hadn’t objected to your plans and was more than happy to go along with them. Why would he? Why would Jihoon oppose your plans when he was so fucking sure that whatever you felt for Soonyoung was returned?

That fucker. That absolute bastard.

He hated it. If Jihoon had liked Soonyoung a little bit less, had been a little less sure of Soonyoung’s adoration for you, he would’ve shut the entire thing down. But he didn’t He hadn’t. He had encouraged you and offered to play the piano for you, and maybe that was the worst part: that he had so wholly believed and knew if he hadn’t, you would’ve been spared all this pain.

He rounded the corner, dress shoes clicking against the floor. This hall was completely empty, save for one.

He was standing near the men’s bathrooms, pacing. He was holding his phone to his ear, waving his hands about animatedly. He had dressed nicely for the event, Jihoon could admit. A black dress shirt and pants, smart shoes.

Jihoon quickened his pace. Soonyoung must have heard the rapid approach and looked up, bringing his phone from his ear. Jihoon was close enough to hear Soonyoung curse and hang up.

“Fuck, I guess I missed the rest of it?”

“No fucking shit,” Jihoon hissed, and then he swung.

It was credit to Soonyoung’s reflexes that he was able to dodge the hit. Jihoon stumbled from missing, having put so much power into the punch. Soonyoung let out a shout before reaching out, hands going to Jihoon’s arms. “Jihoon, what’s wrong --”

Jihoon shook Soonyoung off. He was seeing red. Anger clouded his vision and painted Soonyoung as an ugly thing, the object of his hatred. How dare he. How dare Kwon Soonyoung pretend as if nothing was wrong, as if he didn’t know what he did.

“How dare you!” Jihoon yelled. His hands formed fists, nails digging into his own skin. He wondered if he was shaking from the force of his anger. Realized he didn’t care. “How fucking dare you --”

“What’s going on --”

Soonyoung looked as if he had no clue what was going on, confusion written clearly on his features. He held up his hands, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a firm line. “Jihoon, please. I don’t know --”

“You fucking hurt my best friend damnit --”

Jihoon swung once more. It would’ve landed squarely on Soonyoung’s jaw if it weren’t for the arms suddenly wrapping around his waist, pulling Jihoon back and away from Soonyoung. Jihoon struggled against the arms, kicking out and reaching for Soonyoung.

“Jihoon,” a voice hissed in his ear. Joshua. “Jihoon, calm down --”

“You fucking walked out while Y/n was confessing to you, jackass!”

“Jihoon, if you don’t stop we’ll get kicked out --”

“They worked for the past fucking month to get this song perfect for you, and you just walked out like it was a fucking joke!”

Soonyoung looked as if one of Jihoon’s punches had landed. One of his hands was splayed over his chest, the other gripping his phone. “What -- what do you mean --”

“Don’t fucking play stupid, Kwon Soonyoung!” Jihoon stopped struggling against Joshua. Instead he pointed furiously as Soonyoung, feeling Joshua’s arms flex against him in an attempt to keep Jihoon close. “You know what that was. Playing stupid won’t get you fucking anywhere.”

“I don’t --” Soonyoung glanced between Joshua and Jihoon, mouth parted still and working, as if he were speaking. “I -- I don’t understand --”

“Y/n fucking sang a love song, staring at you the entire time and grinning and looking like a fucking lovesick fool, pouring their heart out in front of hundreds, and you just fucking walked out and you fucking don’t understand --”

“It --” Soonyoung broke off. He glanced at the wall and then at Jihoon, his eyes never staying in the same place for more than a moment. “I don’t -- Y/n doesn’t even like me --”

Jihoon narrowed his eyes at Soonyoung. He was really laying it on thick, wasn’t he? Joshua tightened his arms around Jihoon once more, softly speaking into Jihoon’s ear. “Hey. I really don’t think Soonyoung knows what’s going on.”

“He’s just fucking acting stupid,” Jihoon spat, “he knows exactly --”

Soonyoung frantically shook his head, finally looking at Jihoon. He shoved his phone into his pocket, face forming a pout and eyes round, the picture of confusion. “Jihoon, please. Please, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“He’s serious, Jihoon,” Joshua murmured. “He doesn’t know.”

“He’d have to be an idiot,” Jihoon repeated. “A fucking dumbass.”

“I am,” Soonyoung agreed, nodding rapidly. He walked closer, palms pressed together and somehow making himself smaller. “Please, Jihoon. Explain it to me like I’m the biggest fucking dumbass in the world.”

Jihoon paused and looked at Soonyoung. He was visibly distressed, clothes rumpled and hair messy from Jihoon’s attacks. He was hunched over, attempting to maintain eye contact with Jihoon at all times.

Softly: “You really don’t know.”

So Jihoon explained everything. How you had bursted into his apartment, eagerness and excitement brightening your features. How you had explained your grand plan of finally confessing to Kwon Soonyoung after crushing on him for nine months, how you were going to get up on stage and serenade him. He explained that you had made him listen to every other love song in existence, browsing list after list, trying out each and every song to see what had the right feel.

At this point Soonyoung was more than distressed. His eyes were wet, shoulders loose and arms hanging limply at his sides. Every word seemed to be an arrow, each piercing Soonyoung’s heart.

“They had so much hope,” Jihoon murmured. “They adore you so much. And you . . .”

“-- I walked out,” Soonyoung finished. His hands went to his face, rubbing at it. When Soonyoung removed his hands, Jihoon could see how his eyes were beginning to appear red. “I -- I thought it was just a performance, that Y/n was just singing another song -- my mom called and I -- I didn’t know they liked me.”

Joshua had released Jihoon while Jihoon recounted the last month, looking between the two men. He let out a loud sigh, shoving his hands into his pockets. “So. Y/n likes you and thinks you completely rejected them. Hardcore rejected, too. What are you going to do about it?”

Soonyoung pressed his hands to his eyes once again. The three men were silent, someone’s singing from the auditorium carrying through the closed auditorium doors.

“Are they still here?” Soonyoung finally asked.

Joshua shook his head. “Y/n and Jeonghan were leaving when I came after Jihoon. They said they were going home.”

Soonyoung was sprinting out of the building in a handful of seconds, fumbling for the keys to his car. Joshua was whooping after him, and his phone dinged rapidly as Jihoon texted him the directions to your apartment and the passcode to get into the building.

He was so stupid. He was an idiot.

First and foremost, how dare he leave in the middle of one of your performances? Even if it was his mom calling, he should’ve just hung up --

He paused, listening to the engine of his car roar to life. Well. Maybe not hang up on his mom, but something else surely.

And how oblivious was he?! Soonyoung fumbled with his phone for a moment as he pulled up the address. He thought back, analyzing every conversation and interaction the two of you had.

Under a slightly different lens, even the simplest of things had him berating himself for not realizing your crush on him sooner. The repeated interest in his weekend plans; how you always seemed to appear at every party and gathering Soonyoung was going to if he mentioned it; how you always made room for him whenever you saw him coming; how you had gently applied a tiger bandage to his scraped elbow, pressing a kiss over the plaster.

He had, of course, questioned you on why you had tiger bandages especially for him, but you had waved aside his concern. Then he had gotten distracted by you tucking your hair behind your ears and pressing your lips to his elbow, and, well --

He was going to get on his knees and apologize, Soonyoung concluded as he sat at a red light. He was going to get on his knees and pledge the rest of his life to your service, was going to become your manservant, was going to dedicate himself to ensuring your every need was met and every want was given.

Soonyoung didn’t even have the car put in park before he was unbuckling and swinging his car door open, parked haphazardly in front of your building. He was fumbling with his phone and the keypad that locked your building, and he wanted to cry when he messed up the number for the third time.

But then he was in, and he shot past the small family in the lobby. Soonyoung made for the elevator before spinning around, dress shoes slipping against the old carpet, and running for the stairs.

He was up the four floors as quickly as possible, breathing taking a back seat. He didn’t care as his lungs screamed at him for a rest as he charged out of the staircase and ran down the hall, completely unconcerned for his heavy footfalls as he glanced around for your number.

There: the cute little wreath with violets and daisies, just as Jihoon had said.

The door was already opening as Soonyoung thundered up to it, Jeonghan standing in the doorway. He stared down Soonyoung as he placed his hands on his knees, doubling over and fighting to breathe now that the four flights caught up to him. For a few seconds his panting was all he could hear, breaths harsh against the quiet of the hall.

“You really messed up,” Jeonghan finally said.

Soonyoung nodded, peering up at the pretty man. “Totally,” he easily agreed. “I’m going to pledge myself to their service for the rest of my life.”

“Well,” Jeonghan began, looking more amused than anything. “Maybe don’t go that far.”

“I’m serious!” Soonyoung protested, voice raising.

Jeonghan flinched, pulling back into the apartment and looking around. Appeased by whatever he saw, Jeonghan emerged from the apartment and stepped into the hallway, closing the door softly behind him.

“Listen. Y/n just spent the last half hour crying because the love of their life walked out in the middle of their love confession. They’re tired and exhausted. I don’t even know if they’re still awake.” “I’ll wait, then!” Soonyoung affirmed. He’d wait years if it could mend what he unknowingly broke.

Jeonghan sighed. He looked like a parent exhausted after dealing with an overly energetic toddler all day. “Fine. Fine. But know if you fuck this up again there’s no more second chances.”

“I won’t!” Soonyoung chirped. “Trust me!”

Jeonghan blinked. Then he threw his hands up in the air, groaning in frustration. “This is why I keep things simple. Okay. Lock the door behind you.”

Just as Jeonghan said, your bedroom was completely dark when Soonyoung went in. He could just make out the shape of you from underneath your blanket, and his heart broke into a million little pieces as he noticed you were curled into a ball, face somehow devastated and sad despite being asleep.

Soonyoung lingered for a moment, taking you in. You had been sleeping when he first realized he liked you, albeit in a completely different setting in a completely different environment. You had been trying to stay up and chat with Soonyoung and a few others, exhausted after a day of work and studying. Soonyoung had placed his coat over your shoulders and you had hummed in thanks, and he watched as every blink you took got heavier and longer.

Then you rested your head down on the table. Your eyes met his for a fleeting moment, and you gave him a dopey smile. “Just closing my eyes for a second, Soonie.”

The next thing he knew your breathing evened out and you were sound asleep. And he couldn’t look away, taking in the shape of your nose and the curve of your eyes, and how sweet your lips looked when you pouted like that.

A similar feeling smoothed over the wrinkles in his heart as he looked at you, despite the distress that was apparent on your sleeping form.

Soonyoung sighed. He removed his shoes, lining them up with the bed. He then lowered himself to the floor, knees cracking. Soonyoung leaned against the bed, letting his eyes fall shut as he waited for you.

He didn’t know how much time passed before he was waking up to the sound of your gasp. Soonyoung jerked up, swinging his head this way and that way, searching for whatever had caught your attention.

Then he looked up at you.

Your mouth was ajar, eyes round. Your hair was disheveled; the blanket pooled around your waist. You were utterly gorgeous.

“Soonyoung --”

He sprung up. His knees cracked. Soonyoung lurched across the bed, his lover half hanging off while his hands scrambled to reach yours. You were still gaping at him as he wiggled close, his eyes wide.

“Listen! Listen to me before you say anything! I didn’t -- I didn’t know you liked me! I thought you just told me to come to be nice and I thought you were just being friendly and that you were just like, tolerating me -- I didn’t think you liked me! And -- and I only left because my mom called me and I can’t just hang up on my mom, that’s illegal and so is leaving you when you’re singing and you were so beautiful up there and you sounded like an angel and you are an angel, and I’ve been in love with you since you held onto my arm during that haunted house and maybe even before then --”

“Soonyoung,” you murmured. It was enough for Soonyoung to fall completely silent, as if you had casted a spell over him.

You reached out, his hand still in yours. You used two of your fingers to smooth back his bangs, fingertips tracing his temple. He looked so scared and frightened and, as your heart believed and you were beginning to accept, in love.

You didn’t say anything; you couldn’t. Instead you let your fingers travel around his face, hovering over his skin. Soonyoung’s eyelashes fluttered, as if he was nearly asleep.

Then: “Can you sing it for me? The song?”

For a moment you were quiet, and the air between the two of you thickened. Soonyoung opened his eyes, and you looked into them and felt peace settle on your bones.

You licked your lips, took a breath, and then began.

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