Chai

|current Blade and Sunday lover | 20

[liquidcats53]

Actually throwing up‼️

[chai-latte17]

Headcanon: Dan Heng loves his Permansor Terrae form more than Imbibitor Lunae because he has full horns and a tail, because his ones in Imbibitor Lunae were ripped off when he was shackled after rebirth. (Hence why his model in IB has no tail and his horns have a somewhat of a translucent form.) Not only that, but also his taller height makes him feel more confident and brave, so Dan Heng likes to just randomly pop out on the Astral Express in his Permansor Terrae form because he just loves it so much. And everyone else is a little confused as to why he just comes out of his room in Permansor Terrae form every now and again, but they love him so they don’t really question it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[carebearcozy]

Cuddles with Sunday

requested by @may-leaf0-0

(Art is not mine)

Sunday's hair is so soft and silky. It tickles your cheeks whenever he nuzzles your head or turns around to kiss you good morning when you wake up together. Those morning kisses in particular are the best things to wake up to, knowing the love of your life is by your side. He likes to pepper your cheeks and neck with sweet smooches, maybe even giving a breathy chuckle in between pecks. Hearing you giggle, saying "That tickles" puts a huge grin on his face.

His hands have such a welcoming touch. Whenever he places them against your back, on your shoulders or on top of your hands, you feel grounded in reality. This man seems to have healing powers from his touch alone, making you instantly relax and have the oxytocin rush through your body.

He loves to embrace you whenever he has the chance. Sunday is so afraid of losing those dear to him, so every hug is a reminder that you are here. You hold him tightly, listening to his steady heartbeat. His steady hand will start to rub your back.

Massaging his ear wings is pure ecstacy for him. He may even purr and hum while you rub your fingers in-between his elegant feathers. You also like to trace your thumb around his piercing, admiring his neat fashion statement. He might lament he can't do the same thing to you since you don't have ear wings, but Sunday will make up by rubbing your ears and giving soft scratches on your scalp.

Please don't copy, steal, or feed my work to AI. Thank you!

[totally-canon-hsr-chats]

Is this why Dan Heng used to have nightmares about Blade? [EN]

[zeka-maki]

ʚɞ How does a man like me convince a girl like you to be his lover and one and only ʚɞ

⚘ Pairings: Aventurine • Waveflair x Reader

⚘ Summery: Commercials after commercials have the IPC burdened upon the gambler, yet his mind constantly drifts towards you. To his surprise, he finds you waiting for him by the shore, your garments lesser than before— a first to him because of your initial shyness and insecurities. Though, he wouldn't have it any other way and he'll remind you of it every second.

⚘ Tags: Fluff, written before Astropolis release, established relationship, shy!Reader, themes of insecurities, comfort, implied body dysmorphia, a tini tiny bit suggestive towards the end, Aventurine is lowk pathetic

⚘ Word count: 1k

⚘ A/N: Astropolis better have a day-night cycle or I'm jinja killing hoyo, wife back im so happy I hope i lose my 50/50 to Argenti, anyways they should invent a man like Aventurine

The shoreline of Astropolis shimmered beneath the fading light of evening, the horizon painted in strokes of gold and amber as the sun slowly dipped into the sea. The gentle hush of waves rolling onto the sand felt worlds away from the artificial brightness of studio lights and the relentless rhythm of cameras. For hours, Aventurine had been performing—smiling, posing, playing the part the IPC demanded of him with effortless precision. Every movement calculated, every glance curated.

But the moment the shoot wrapped, that carefully crafted persona began to slip.

He exhaled, shoulders loosening as he stepped away from the set, the noise fading behind him. His thoughts, almost instinctively, drifted toward you—whether you had been resting, whether you’d eaten, whether you were waiting somewhere nearby like you often did.

And then he saw you standing at the edge of the tide. For a moment, he didn’t move, neither did his heart and he was sure you had casted a spell upon it.

The world seemed to still around him, the distant chatter dissolving into nothing as his attention locked entirely onto your figure. The soft glow of sunset wrapped around you, the waves brushing against your ankles as you stood there—hesitant, uncertain, yet unmistakably present. You were dressed in something he had never seen you wear before. Light and open. A quiet departure from the modesty you usually clung to, covers you chose out of your own insecurities. Your arms hovered awkwardly at your sides, your gaze flickering away as if you were afraid to meet his eyes for too long.

And in that moment, Aventurine—who could talk his way through anything, who could charm, deceive, and command with a single smile—found himself utterly, completely speechless. Not because of what you wore but because it was you.

You, who had stepped out of your comfort zone. You, who had come all this way just to see him. You, who stood there now, nervous and vulnerable, waiting for his reaction.

“…You came.” His voice was softer than he intended, almost lost beneath the sound of the waves.

You glanced up immediately, flustered, your fingers curling together as if seeking something to hold onto. “I—I thought you might be free after today,” you began, your words tumbling over themselves. “And it’s… nice here, so I figured maybe we could—” You faltered, your gaze dropping before quickly adding, “But I can change if it’s weird! I just—I wanted to try something different and—”

“You’re not weird.” The words left him instantly, too quick, too firm—cutting cleanly through your spiraling thoughts.

You blinked, startled by the sudden intensity, and only then did Aventurine realize how long he had been staring. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face as he dragged a hand down it, as though trying to collect himself, but it did little to ground him.

“…You’re—” he started, only to stop short. He tried again, quieter this time. “You look…” Nothing came out, he was rendered beyond speechless with his mind and heart racing miles per second.

It was absurd. He could negotiate contracts worth entire planets, dismantle arguments with ease, and weave words into whatever shape he needed them to take. Yet here he was, standing in front of you, completely at a loss.

“Do I look bad?” you asked softly, your shoulders drawing inward as doubt crept into your voice. “It’s a bit too much, isn’t it? I knew I shouldn’t have—I can just go change—”

“No.” Aventurine shut down the thought as quickly as one could, as though the very thought was forbidden in the book love.

Tentatively, he decided to inch closer to you. Each step toward you was slow, deliberate, as though you were something fragile he didn’t want to startle. The distance between you closed until he stood just a breath away, the warmth of you grounding him far more effectively than any practiced composure ever could.

“Don’t,” he added, his tone gentler now. Unbeknownst to you, the Golden Touch was holding back the stutters that threatened to overcome his thoughts.

You stilled, caught between hesitation and hope. Insecurities had always enveloped you in their cruel arms. You could hardly imagine yourself with so little clothes— not because it was revealing but because you never thought your body was worth being bare to the eyes of others. And now, the man before you— your beloved— was rendered speechless by your radiance.

Aventurine exhaled quietly before reaching out, his hand finding yours with a careful sort of certainty. His thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles, a small, grounding motion—one that steadied both of you.

“…You’re beautiful,” he muttered out at last. There was no teasing lilt to his voice this time, no playful charm or calculated allure, he could only afford the truth this time.

“I just…” He let out a soft, self-conscious laugh, glancing away for a brief moment before meeting your eyes again. “I wasn’t expecting to lose my composure this badly.”

A faint smile tugged at your lips, shy but real. “You did?” The mere thought was laughable to you— Aventurine, who had faced cruelty with lies stitched to his tongue now couldn't mutter anything but truths. Perhaps this was only a portion of what you could do to him.

“Completely,” he admitted, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly, as if reluctant to let go now that he had it. “It’s a bit humiliating, honestly. The great Golden Touch, reduced to silence by another's radiance.”

A quiet laugh escaped you, the tension in your shoulders easing at last. Still, you hesitated. “…You really don’t think I should change?”

He stepped closer again, closing what little space remained between you. His free hand lifted—pausing for the briefest moment as if asking for permission—before settling lightly at your waist. The touch was gentle, careful, but undeniably grounding.

“No,” he murmured, allowing his admiring eyes to travel up and down. “I think… you should let me look a little longer.”

Heat rushed to your face at his words, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned into him ever so slightly, the last of your uncertainty softening under his gaze.

Aventurine smiled then—something quieter, softer than any expression he had ever worn under the scrutiny of a camera. His thumb brushed over your hand again, absentminded, affectionate.

“…You came all this way for me,” he said, his voice low, just for you to hear. “The least I can do is make the rest of the evening yours.” There was a brief pause to catch his own breath before he added, almost under his breath; “Though I should warn you.”

You tilted your head curiously. “About what?”

His gaze lingered on you again, warm and unguarded, the faintest hint of awe still present in his expression. “I may not be very useful,” he admitted. “If this is what I’ll be distracted by.”

Your laughter came easier this time, brighter, and something in his chest settled at the sound. Yes… schedules, obligations, the ever-watchful eye of the IPC—none of it mattered right now.

Because everytime you were near, Aventurine was not performing. And he had no intention of letting you out of his sight for the rest of the evening. If you thought your body was worth being bare for once, he'd remind it to you for the rest of your life with endless love and devotion.

[twis-world]

You were dying.

Or, well, you felt like you were going to.

The air was hot and muggy, sweat clung to you like a second skin, 

You felt like you were on the verge of suffocating.

Something was wrong with the air conditioning on the Astral Express. Welt had explained it, but your heat muddled mind couldn’t even bear to think. All you knew was that it was at fault for the heat wave the express was suffering from.

March, at first, had done all she could to help cool everyone off. However, it came at her own expense and she was currently knocked out in her room from over exerting herself. The twins, Stelle and Caelus, were both twisted limbs inside of the kitchen fridge in a desperate attempt to fight the warmth. Poor Sunday in all his layers was practically a puddle in the lounge, where he retreated to try and get some drinks. Himeko and Welt were both stuck trying to fix whatever aeons forsaken thing was messing with the AC.

And Dan Heng?

You were going to kill him.

He was sitting next to you on your room floor, your hopeless attempt to cool down through the tile floor, simply reading a book from the archives. A light sheen of sweat covered his face, and he had taken off his outer coat but other than that he seemed unbothered.

You knew it was one of the few pros of his draconic side at work. His cold blooded body thriving in the high temperature of the train, but you couldn’t help but spite him for it.

And he could feel it in the way you were currently glaring at him.

He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t look up from his book. “Is there something I’ve done to warrant your ire?”

“Exist,” you muttered, head tilted back as you practically gasped for air. Your back was practically soaked and that paired with your back leaning against your bed meant for a very uncomfortable time.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do about that.”

“I can think of a few solutions,” you scowled, before sliding to the ground with a moan. “It’s so hot,” you whined, face smooshed on the ground.

The sound of Dan Heng’s book closing echoed around the room, and a cool hand gently rubbed your ankle. “I truly am sorry that you’re suffering. Is there anything I can do?”

Your body greedily absorbed the cool sensation coming from your boyfriend. Back and forth his thumb rubbed, and you considered telling him to just stay and keep going when an idea popped into your head. “Take off your shirt,” you blurted, sitting up with speed you didn’t know you were capable of.

Dan Heng blinked once, twice, thrice, before his cheeks erupted in red that you cheekily knew wasn’t from the heat. “What?”

In any other circumstance you would have teased him. Made that beautiful red bloom all over his face, down to his chest, even taken a step further to hear that sweet stutter of his. But now you were anything but patient enough for your own antics.

You reached over and grabbed the edge of his shirt, emphasizing each of your words with a pull. “Take. Off. Your. Shirt.”

“I don’t think now is the time for…” Dan Heng trailed off, looking away to avoid your gaze. You paused your actions, looking at him curiously, before a light bulb pinged in your mind and you let out a wicked grin.

“Dan Heng, you pervert, that is not what I meant in the slightest.”

“Well when you’re telling me to rip my shirt off like that!” He practically yelled, ears inflamed in crimson. “What else was I supposed to think!”

“Fair,” you snickered, before resuming. This time he let you lift his shirt off him without a fight, hair rustled from the action. “Cute.”

You could see his adam’s apple as he swallowed, a droplet of sweat running down his throat. You wanted to admire the sight of his torso for just a minute, but a minute in the heat felt like eternity. So you did what any reasonable partner would do and threw your arms around him, tucking your head into his neck and pressing yourself as close to his body as possible.

You sighed in content as the cool temperature of his body spilled into yours. Slowly but surely you could feel your own body begin to cool down, and you sighed once more.

You could feel his arms wrap around you in return, and you sunk into his body as much as you could. If it were up to you the two of you would become one, but it unfortunately wasn’t, so instead you would just stay here for as long as you could.

[inlovewithpsychos]

Don't ask me how I'm doing I'm in love with men who don't exist

[totheonewhotiesredstrings]

final round of 'pads with wings'!

feat. blade, boothill and robin with fem!reader

a/n: happy very late pride everyone.

round 1 here!: phainon, anaxa, ashveil

round 2 here!: sunday, danheng, jingyuan

BLADE:

♡ ah, yes. our resident fugitive girl dad.

♡ if you haven't seen silver wolf lvl. 999's character trailer and played the recent hsr patch, i urge you to because it's pretty self-explanatory.

♡ HE KNOWS. blade DEFINITELY knows what you're talking about.

♡ he literally lives with three other girls who drag him on shopping trips all the time. you mean to tell me he's never once seen a pad in all the time he's been with them?

♡ i fully believe that blade is a pro at picking out pads because kafka, silver wolf and firefly have likely asked him to on multiple occasions. so much so that off the top of his head he remembers exactly what each girl needs.

♡ he's the kinda guy who will just hand you a heat pad silently and walk away without explanation. meanwhile you're all confused like what???

♡ another guy who predicts when your periods happen because he's just that in tune y'know? he has a sixth sense for them at this point, it's like a radar.

♡ the moment you ask for pads blade is going to calmly open a full cupboard of them, all neatly arranged according to use and length and go "take your pick."

♡ our dearest bladie is also the most compliant at this time. you want him to stay and cuddle you? alright, you're the tree and he's the koala.

♡ you want him to give you space? okay he'll leave you alone for the whole day. just message him when you want to see his face again.

♡ all in all, blade has a PHD in period care. dude is READY for anything you throw at him.

♡ one more thing is that the girls have definitely sat him down before to give him a powerpoint presentation on periods and pads. (I WILL STAY ON THIS HILL AND DIE ON IT.)

♡ blade always tries to act like it isn't a big deal that he does all this but when you hug him and call him yingxing he's gonna look away and say "unnecessary" with the smallest smile.

♡ you have nothing to worry about. blade will take such good care of you that you'll forget you're even having the period.

"yingxing, i—"

"the cookies are on the table. don't eat too many or you'll ruin your appetite. dinner will be ready soon."

"...did you read my mind or something?"

BOOTHILL:

♡ "you looking for pads? sure, i can help ya look. planning on riding a horse, darlin'?" -> referring to cowboy pads.

♡ i feel like boothill would know what periods are but he wouldn't know what women do during them.

♡ the thought process is less of "i don't think i should be getting involved." and more of "yep the ladies' have got it covered 👍". but he'll still help if you ask.

♡ it would be an extremely funny affair. just imagine boothill up to his arms with different packs of pads while on call with you so that he can figure out what to buy. every time he bends down to pick one up another falls out of his hands.

♡ each one he raises up to the camera he asks about ten questions on and says something about if you really need that many options. the look you give him shuts him up and he never says it again.

♡ dude reads out the names of the brands and has this confused look on his face while simultaneously trying to get it right. it's like "l-lauri...laureel??? forkin' hell, what kinda name is this?!"

♡ and you're like, boothill, just get the damn pads. meanwhile the galaxy ranger is more concerned with trying to pronounce the names right. he's determined to, you will not stop him.

♡ he IS the proudest mf ever after finishing the job and he brags about it. if someone asks about it boothill will just start grinning and go "yeah, i did this for my lady and i'm proud of it. what're YOU gonna do about it?"

♡ you are going to get doted on, pampered, the whole nine yards. boothill is at your every beck and call. you are getting the princess treatment and beyond.

♡ the petnames all come out too. 'sweetheart', 'doll', 'sugar'. in that accent of his too? mhm you're jumping his bones when you can.

♡ just a personal opinion, but he looks like the type of guy to crack stupid jokes to distract you from the pain of your cramps. it's a 75/25 hit or miss but when he gets you, he GETS you. he's so happy about it too.

♡ he also knows he doesn't have a filter, so he's given you the permission to hit him if he says something stupid. aim for the head, you'll hurt yourself if you hit his body.

♡ boothill may not be the best, but he tries. and i think that's enough.

"wait, i swear i have a good one this time!"

"boothill, no."

"why are cowboys bad at math?"

"..."

"because they're always roundin' things up!"

"do me a favour and shut yourself down."

ROBIN:

♡ the sweetest girl alive who is committed to the cause.

♡ robin will get you the best pads money can buy because you deserve the best. yes she knows the brand you always use, but a few extras from the more pricier brands wouldn't hurt. gotta make sure her angel is taken care of!

♡ you have to remind her sometimes not to get too carried away or else she'll spend more than she planned to. she can't help but spoil you really.

♡ i feel like the way she chooses pads is both mindful and certain, like robin doesn't spend much time on deciding but she also doesn't go through it quickly? it's this very nice balance that makes it seem almost leisurely.

♡ she's just a girlie shopping for pads leave her alone.

♡ sometimes she'll find new products on the shelf and ask if you want them. even better if they come in a pair or set so both of you can try them together!

♡ you know that thing where girls are able to sync up their periods? it happens to you both more often than not and robin is always so excited when it happens because it means you guys are suffering together.

♡ just kidding it means robin gets to cuddle you while you're swaddled in a heap of blankets and watching Say Yes to the Dress. you are not leaving for the next 48 hours.

♡ you'll be like "baby i can't breathe." and robin will just purr and nuzzle further into you, pressing her body against yours to savour some more of your toasty warmth. the nesting urge is real with this one.

♡ she insists on skin care and massages as well, and warm bubble baths are a must too. robin will lather your back and you'll preen her feathers, allowing the stress of the day to wash away.

♡ robin also lulls you to sleep with that angelic voice of hers, the singing melodious and utterly heavenly. the pain and aches all but disappear when you hear it, and you somehow feel lighter each time, a numbing haze over your mind.

♡ the week is more bearable with her by your side.

"that wedding dress is stunning."

"it is! i adore the lace front on it. would you wear something like that, angel?"

"when we get married, sure."

"hehe, maybe it will come sooner than you think."

"um, robin?!?!"

BONUS!

THE TRAILBLAZERS:

♡ these two will combine the half braincell they each got into one and accomplish the task. but before that they will each need to roll a nat 20 on intelligence just to be safe.

♡ stelle and caelus bring all kinds of 'pads with wings'. examples include bicycle pads with wing motifs, seat pads with wings etc. just know that each one is more ridiculous and deranged than the next.

♡ it's quite impressive that in the huge pile of knick knacks, there is absolutely nothing close to what you were asking for. in fact, you swear you see some living things in there...

♡ along the way, instructions were also lost in translation as they bring pom pom to you, the conductor dressed in an angel outfit and bound by a red ribbon. they squirm and struggle as stelle flashes you a grin.

♡ honestly, you would've been better off asking anyone else on the express than them. but i guess the power of love makes you believe in them more than you should.

♡ in the end, you need to write a very specific list for the both of them to follow and provide a few pictures, to which caelus nods along like he understands and stelle squints to scrutinise the picture more.

♡ when they get the job done, trust me when i say that they're ALL over you. it's an active competition between the both of them to see who is the better helper and they WILL sabotage each other.

♡ you have to be the one to prevent stelle from choking out caelus when he 'accidentally' knocks over the cake she made for you and caelus from setting stelle on fire when she trips him up and makes him drop the pot of tea meant for you.

♡ i like the idea that stelle and caelus are major fumblers and goofballs until they realise their actions are actually pissing you off and not helping whatsoever.

♡ only then will they lock in and function together like a well-oiled machine, suddenly becoming the best caretakers in existence. the switch-up is crazy.

♡ the express expresses their respect to you for being able to tame two raccoons.

"stelle, you're in the way. get your head off her thigh."

"no way! first come, first serve. get in line, caelus."

"guys, please, i have two thighs for a reason..."

[starmo0nlight]

for people who give the reader a name or tag 'x reader' under oc x canon just know there's a specific place for you in hell, i hate you all

[chai-latte17]

This app desperately needs more Blade (HSR) fics 😭😭 especially M. Blade. Like am I the only one who loves him this much 😩😩 I’m about to start writing my own fanfics of blade, this will become a Blade (and Sunday) fic account apt.

[121231212i]

Aventurine ♡ Waveflair

[h-0-error]

chapter 223

[severinedraws]

BP icon Dan Heng you mean the world to me

[ecothroat]

me being mutuals with someone but not talking to them is the same as a cat existing in the same room as a person and considers it socializing. me liking and reblogging posts is like the cat purring

[noahknowsnothing]

I think mortenax blade is essentially a human furnace, he's all nice and warm when you hug him or are just even near him, it's especially nice in colder days where you and silver wolf just hug him to combat the cold, why wear something warmer when you have your human furnace on hand-

But alas blade does allow you guys to hug him and he also scolds you and silver wolf to wear warmer clothes as well

He's wonderful for cuddling because he has become a human heating weighted blanket which is especially nice

[chai-latte17]

Headcanon: Dan Heng loves his Permansor Terrae form more than Imbibitor Lunae because he has full horns and a tail, because his ones in Imbibitor Lunae were ripped off when he was shackled after rebirth. (Hence why his model in IB has no tail and his horns have a somewhat of a translucent form.) Not only that, but also his taller height makes him feel more confident and brave, so Dan Heng likes to just randomly pop out on the Astral Express in his Permansor Terrae form because he just loves it so much. And everyone else is a little confused as to why he just comes out of his room in Permansor Terrae form every now and again, but they love him so they don’t really question it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[starvulture]

Collecting these rn