#akivili

[pawnyao]

Ahavili fan design 🤤

[mpils]

More Ahavili!! MOREEE

[surflly]

[thedeerus]

hey i know you

[mormemento]

Imagine.

[runeiio]

my akivili design, with a little au that Stelle and Caelus are the children of akivili

If you wanna read about my yappin about this au ⬇️

OKAY SOOOO

Not being lore accurate at all (I feel as if I should preface) butttt in this little au, Stelle and Caelus (will shorten them to 'the twins') are the biological children of Akivili, before THEY acesnded. (though... i havent come up with how or why the twins also became immortal, but whatever man.) Following Aki, and before the express was created, they all trailblazed the universe with no direct goal in mind.

(Little side comment...When the Astral Express was made, the twins made some silly drawing of a rabbit they named 'Pom-Pom,' because "we can't be on the train all the time, someone has to watch over it!" Akivili adored this idea and created Pom-Pom! )

blah blah fun happy family stuff...but then something drastic happens to the twins, resulting in their deaths. Specifically, what? I haven't come up with a reasonable idea, but the major point is that it was due to the selfishness of humanity. Their deaths brought Akivili to doubt the path of trailblazing. THEIR anger eventually grew beyond comprehension, to the point a stellaron formed in THEIR body. Knowing of the outcome if an Aeon were to succumb to such a disaster, THEY wished to use THEIR own life to revive the twins.

Depending on the chosen main character (for simplicity, I picked Caelus), they received 'the heart of trailblazing.' Or, Akivilis' heart. Maintaining the will and love for exploration, but having no recollection of the past.

Stelle received 'the mind of the trailblaze." Understanding the importance and why they trailblaze, but having no innate desire to search for it.

'The spirit of the trailblaze' was the last piece of Akivili, and where the stellaron was formed.

To match up with the 4.0 story reveal, when Caelus awoke from his death, he had no understanding of where he was but just knew he had to search for something. Joining the stellaron hunters, his main goal was to find and understand that unknown feeling, at any cost. (Because of the twins' connection with heart and mind, Caelus had such a painful feeling that something was missing. He could not remember such an important part of his life; it was driving him mad.)

Well, his curiosity killed him again lol. This is where the beginning of hsr begins, where the husk of Akivilis' children are just puppets. (How? idk) The stellaron implemented in either of the twins is 'the spirit of the trailblaze'. Thus, while the story progresses, the mc has both the heart and the spirit, but not the mind. (Which is why in Amphoreous, when seeing the other mc, they ask the mc "why do you trailblaze?" They are trying to get their sibling to remember, but without intervening with their destiny and purpose.)

Some side ideas that I like but kinda can't connect:

Akivili asked Nanook to kill THEM, as THEY cannot kill themselves. Nanook hesitates, but agrees. (I think Nanook ascended after Akivilis 'death,' but I like to use the official video of Aha stating Nanook slayed Akivili. While most likely just the writing of fan fiction, I want to believe it has some truth to it.)

To add, I feel as if Nanook has deep regrets, and THEIR anger turns more violent because humanity killed their own Aeon. This is why THEY are the first Aeon to glance at the mc, to make sure they do not follow Akivilis' death.

It is conflicting because i wish to make the au connect to the main story, so there has to be a way that literally the entire universe forgot about the twins exsistance. Maybe the Finality had a part in it.

Akivili only truly ascended because THEY finally understood the importance of life because of the twins. They are so loved by Akivili that the other Aeons can't even think about hurting them.

It's so messy lol, but becuase hsr is so much about love (platonic, family, and/or romatic,), I wish to have the mc's love stem from their own upbringing. They adore the Astral Express family so much because they remember that love from their past. Its something to preserve and savor.

[nicknaysayer]

Watching Improv Tour Trailer 🎭 ~

[zeka-maki]

Hiiii can u do the Astral Express x member who used to be a super famous assassin (did it for money and personal reasons lol)but now they’ve changed for the better even if their own power and methods still freaks them out sometimes

And THANK YOUUU SMM I REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING

ʚɞ I thought this place was heaven sent ʚɞ

Pairings: March 7th x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Himeko x Reader, Welt x Reader, Trailblazer x Reader, Sunday x Reader (Bonus: Akivili x Reader)

Summery: Your former occupation has always haunted you— the bloodied hands, the weapons on your palm, they have a way of returning in your memories. To change, you've boarded the Astral Express. Even so, your past and abilities haunt you.

Tags: Mild angst, fluff, comfort, mentions blood, violence and subjects of this matter, I still suck at tagging, post Amphoreus March, Uh Akivili is there too

A/N: Tysm for the req!! I TRIED WRITING THAT AEON AUGHH I'M SORRY IF ITS ASS, anyways, hope you enjoy!

⚘ March 7th:

You joined the Express with a quiet promise to change. A life once filled with contracts and blood now replaced with tea, stargazing, and reluctant companionship. Even so, your hands still remember how to kill… and sometimes, that terrifies you more than anyone else.

March is the first person to treat you normally.

At first, she tries too hard—smiling nervously, cracking awkward jokes, very obviously avoiding questions about your past. Then she realizes something: you hate being treated like a walking danger sign.

“Okay! New rule!” she announces one day, looping her arm through yours. “You’re not ‘Former Scary Assassin.’ You’re just you. The person who eats way too many noodles and refuses help even when you really need it!”

She’ll drag you to take photos, make you laugh, make you live. But she’s also surprisingly serious when it matters.

One night, after a mission, you’re shaking—hands stained with blood you didn’t want to spill, instincts you wish would fade. March silently takes your hands and presses them to her cheeks.

“See? These hands save people now,” she whispers. “And I’m really glad they saved me.”

Your lips quivers and your eyes fill up with unshed tears. In the blink of an eye, March receives the tightest hug she's ever gotten, giggling at the intensity. To her, you're someone she won't forget even if her memories were to be lost again.

And she's sure Evernight agrees too.

⚘ Dan Heng:

Dan Heng understands restraint. He understands fearing the past. He's fled the Luofu, avoided his past. He knows how it feels to have blood on your hand that you never wished to shed.

He never judges you. Never flinches. Never stares too long. Instead, he watches you quietly.

The way you hesitate before drawing a weapon. The way your eyes go distant when violence feels too… easy. The way you always whisper “I’m sorry” after every fight.

One night in the archives, you quietly confess, “Sometimes… I’m scared that if I stop trying so hard, I’ll become that person again.”

Dan Heng closes his book. “You won’t,” he says simply.

“How can you be so sure?” Your question is almost defensive.

He looks at you fully for once—gentle, steady, grounding. “Because people who enjoy hurting others don’t tremble the way you do afterward.”

He doesn’t comfort with warmth. He comforts with certainty. And somehow, that’s exactly what you need.

“The shackles of the past don't bind you or me.” He gently laces your fingers with his, pressing a kiss on the back of it. “That was broken the moment you stepped onto this train.”

⚘ Himeko:

Himeko treats you like any other Nameless. Not a monster. Not a fragile thing. Just someone who’s trying.

She’ll hand you tea and talk calmly, smiling like she already decided to trust you. “You’re part of the crew now. That means we’re walking forward together, right?”

Those words bring you comfort. During the nights filled with nightmares, they drape over you like a warm blanket. She's told you multiple times, you are one of them. You are a Nameless.

After the mission in Jarilo-IV, you were told to finish off a few fragmentum monsters disturbing the Great Mine. But mid-fight, you swear you heard something human. That stops you, you can't tell what you're fighting anymore. Is this a human? Are you taking another human life?

Things are seconds away from going wrong when Himeko steps in, finishing the fight herself before gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Breathe,” she says softly. “Look at me. You’re here. You’re safe.” she comforts you as her techs finish the job. There is guilt within her eyes, she shouldn't have taken the risk of you getting here.

Later, she sits beside you on the Express window seats, red hair glowing in starlight. You've avoided her all day, out of embarrassment and vulnerability. But Himeko always has a way of returning, to you and the universe.

“You don’t have to erase who you were,” she says. “You just need to become someone you can be proud of.”

And she’ll stay until you smile again.

⚘ Welt Yang:

Welt never underestimates you. He also never overestimates you. He treats your past like a fact—not shame, not legend.

When missions require precision, he trusts you with critical roles. Not because of your violent history… but because he believes you’d use your abilities responsibly.

During your stay at Penacony, Welt invites you watch the fireworks with him. Tonight, the stars speak of redemption, the journey onwards and the joy brought by tears. Staring at the story telling stars, you finally confess, “I don’t know if I deserve this place,”

He answers in that calm, reassuring voice: “Redemption isn’t deserved. It’s chosen. Every day.”

If your hands shake, he’ll simply place a firm hand over them. “You’re not alone anymore,” he reminds softly. That answer comes from a man who's stood by humanity for ages and he believes you're someone to be believed in.

“And you don’t need to carry the consequences by yourself.” His gaze returns to the stars. Humanity is the strangest yet purest thing, and Welt finds it raw within you. He swears to protect it, with his own hands that bore the will of humanity.

⚘ Trailblazer (Caelus/Stelle):

The Trailblazer is weirdly casual about it. Ever since Himeko informed them of your past, they weren't even surprised. They had that smile that spoke mischief and danger. You assumed that was just the wonders of the Trailblaze.

“Oh? Assassin? Cool. Wanna go eat after the mission?” They had replied after you had confessed your own past. Even though you were a bit late to the train...

They don’t see you as dangerous—they see you as someone who survived. Meeting countless people in those five planets, they've grown accustomed to the varieties of the pasts people can shoulder.

During a mission in the Xianzhou Luofu, your composure falters after a battle against the Mara-struck. Knowing that these were once people, struck painful memories to resurface.

“I don’t want to hurt people anymore. But when the fighting starts, it feels too natural…” you whisper, looking down at your hands.

The Trailblazer just nods slowly. “Then we’ll figure it out together. We mess up. We try again. That’s what traveling is for, right?”

They bump your shoulder with a grin. “Besides, if you ever lose control, we’ll bonk you on the head and bring you back.”

Even though their voice carries humor, you know they're trying to make you feel better. The warmth it carries is unlike others, spreading in your heart that you once thought was stone-cold. Perhaps the power of the Trailblaze warmed more than just your body.

⚘ Sunday:

Sunday is… complicated with you.

When he first learns who you used to be, he doesn’t seem surprised. He doesn’t recoil in fear. He simply studies you quietly, eyes thoughtful, expression unreadable. You can’t tell whether he’s impressed, unsettled… or something else entirely.

“I see,” he says softly. “You’ve walked quite the violent path.” His words are almost admiring. To think that a person of such sins has the heart to walk a different path, it fascinates the halovian.

Sunday is someone who believes in ideals, futures, visions of perfection. And you? You’re proof that the universe can be cruel and people can be shaped into weapons.

At first, he keeps a little emotional distance — polite, composed, gentle… but carefully guarded. Not because he fears you harming others.

He fears you harming yourself. He notices every moment you go stiff at the sight of blood. Every time your breathing turns shallow after a mission. Every time you stare at your own hands like they belong to a stranger.

And one day… you snap. “I shouldn’t be here.” your voice cracks through the whispers. “I’ve hurt too many people. I don’t deserve to stand beside everyone like I’m… good.”

For a moment, he remains silent. Then Sunday steps closer, reaching out carefully, like he’s touching something sacred and fragile.

“You believe I’m someone trying to change the world for the better… don’t you?” he asks gently.

You nod hesitantly. You've heard his tale from Mr. Yang, about the man who once almost became an Aeon, now a man chasing hope and harmony.

“Then allow me the same grace,” he smiles softly. “Allow me to believe in you, the same way you somehow chose to believe in me.”

His hand rests lightly over yours — warm, steady. “You are terrifyingly strong,” he admits. “But that strength is no longer guided by greed or darkness. It is guided by conscience. By remorse. By hope.”

A faint sadness touches his voice. “And people like that… deserve a chance to live under the sun.”

Just like those words, Sunday's tunes and melodies bring you warmth in the deepest trenches of thoughts. If he shall not be the one to be bound by the past, neither will you be. And the bird will choose to shelter its kin from the rain that it ran towards to.

Bonus!!

⚘ Akivili:

You've joined the Astral Express under constant persuasion, especially from the Aeon of Trailblaze. Your former life had led you to nowhere and where it reaches nothingness, the Trailblaze appears.

You've heard many praises of Akivili— THEIR deeds, THEIR kindness, THEIR spirit, everything used to ring in your ears. Even during a mission, you had come across the opportunity to meet THEM. The way you drifted across planets fascinated the Trailblazer.

THEIR relentless persuasion, words of hope had caved you in and you find yourself journey aboard the Astral Express.

For the blood tainting your hands, you feel guilty, out of place. A puzzle piece meant for a different picture. Among your doubts, the Aeon of Trailblaze remains by your side. THEY watch you with watchful gaze, witness your interaction with others on the Express.

Even now, as Dolly's music hums into the background, you sit on the sofa of the cabin. Akivili's cabin. The Aeon in question sits next to you— oddly so.

“Perhaps, I'm just tainting you all with the sins I've committed.” you mumble into your shaky hands.

Akivili doesn't look at you in disgust, but rather empathy. THEY pry the hands of your face. “Yet, you've accepted the Trailblaze, for a new life and better changes.”

Your breath hitches as you look into THEIR golden eyes. THEIR gaze is burning with molten stars, yet you've never seen them this soft before.

THEY press your hand to THEIR chest, allowing you feel the essence of Trailblaze and THEIR heart. “I've taken this form to change, bring hope. You are what I am looking for. You are wanted, by the Nameless.”

THEIR heartbeat lie beneath your fingers. A testament of THEIR supposed humanity. If an Aeon can be brought so close to humanity, then why can't a mortal like you reach the deepest depths of it?