#blade hsr

[roycebin]

Oop its been a while, Blade drawn on my ipad :)

[nibelung-sol]

The ‘B’ in Blade is for Big Boobs

[veilsky]

random ashren/ashblade rambles

going out on dates while making the most of their time together. holding hands, buying gifts and ordering takeout.

i would like think that they would start over, taking their time to love each other again. maybe even learning to heal together and finding comfort in each other's presence.

ashveil would text blade often, almost everyday. just simple texts like 'i love you' and 'i miss you so much' with a bunch of heart emojis. unfortunately, he would get scolded by mr. n for wasting time on the clock. (money doesn't grow on trees after all)

blade would just respond back with an emote, maybe a quick 'love you too.' a faint blush appearing on his cheeks, a smile on his lips as he reads every single one of ashveil's messages. (silver wolf would definitely tease him and he might not ever live it down)

[ceaseless-edge]

Driving King.

Blade, driving, and you.

Blade loves taking you out on dates, especially if they involve him driving. There’s something very appealing about taking you wherever you wish to go, and having a shiny sports car and a gleaming, laminated driver’s license makes him feel like he can be the kind of man you can depend on. (Even if he is prone to cussing out anyone who cuts him off on the road in a mix of Xianzhou dialects.)

He’ll always pretend he isn’t vibing to the music you put on, eyes fixed firmly on the road. But by the rhythmic way his fingers drum against the wheel, you know he’s enjoying it. But were you to tease him about it, you’d only get a noncommittal grunt in response. The finger-drumming wouldn’t stop, though.

And, of course, he puts your safety above all. For all of Silver Wolf’s warnings to you about Blade’s driving style, you have seen nothing of it. He’s always at least 10 under the speed limit—even if you insist he should be going a bit faster on an empty highway—and if a light turns yellow, he stops instead of trying to pass the junction before it turns red. Safety, he tells you. He wants you to be safe.

Bladie’s a bit too much of a stickler for safety in your opinion. One time, you’re getting into the car, mindful of your outfit.

“Seatbelt,” he reminds you.

“I know! I’m barely one leg in! Lemme sit first!”

And the millisecond your ass is planted on the seat, he’s reaching over and fastening your seatbelt himself, so close you can smell his tonka bean shampoo.

“I could have done it myself, you know. If you’d given me more than a split second of breathing room.”

“Hm.”

But all in all, he treats you well whenever he drives you around.

One such evening, he’s driving you home after a lovely dinner out together. You’re watching the fading twilight streak through the sky, softly humming, and an idea strikes Blade. He’d seen it on TV and heard about it on social media. Surely you would find it attractive were he to…

Cautiously, as though you’re an easily startled puppy, he reaches a hand out and rests it on your thigh, his other hand still on the wheel. His touch is tentative, almost uncertain, and the action makes you glance at him in surprise, then down at where his hand is splayed on your leg.

“Sorry,” he murmurs and starts to retract, fingers still ghosting over the skin of your thigh. “Do you not like this?”

You look away again, but you’re chewing your lower lip in quiet glee. “No, I like it. A lot.”

Blade smirks to himself and replants his hand on your thigh, firmer this time, and gives you an affectionate squeeze. You grin, enjoying the way he strokes your thigh all through traffic, occasionally travelling a bit higher in mischief.

He doesn’t let go until you’re both home.

[blackwila-owo]

Dinner

[kopilten]

the most perfect blade the stellaron hunters could ever have

[ceaseless-edge]

Bloodthirst.

Vampire Blade AU, where abominations of the abundance are vampiric in nature & drink the life force of others in order to empower their own. Blade, being a Shuhu receptacle, sees these effects exacerbated.

Parched.

Blade’s mouth is dry with thirst. How long has it been since he’s last fed upon someone? To have their rich, sweet blood course down his throat and strengthen his body?

Too long. He’s nothing like them, he keeps telling himself. He will never fully give in to these base desires this body demands of him, to take and take and take until that indomitable thirst is finally quenched. To get so lost in his bloodlust that it seeps into his every thought and directs his every action. To be a mindless bloodsucker like the rest of them.

Not that he’s ever been a saint. Going too long without drinking blood has its own adverse effects on him—an agony that refuses to cede unless he feeds, so when the situation calls for it, he makes sure to lure prey in and take what he needs (and tries not to kill them. Most of the time, they survive).

But right now, the thirst is hitting him full swell, and he can’t even pretend he doesn't know why.

Blade sits by you, barely holding his sanity together as he tries not to let your scent get to his head.

But it’s a bit too late for that, your every shift and stir sending him into a frenzy without even trying. You’re occupied with showing him something on your phone, something you had thought was cute and worth showing him with a big grin on your face…

He would never inflict himself upon you. Never. He promised himself—he promised—

You shift comfortably to lean more against him, so unaware of what he is, and that’s his final straw.

Ah, has his life not already been riddled with broken promises? What is one more for the count?

To your credit, you don’t struggle immediately when his hands grip your wrists, the phone falling from your hand. It’s when his grip becomes tight, too tight, that your smile falters and you frown.

You’re saying something, his name perhaps, but Blade’s breathing has gone ragged and his vision red.

His fangs elongate as he hones in on that deliciously tempting point on your neck he aches to pierce, that he should have pierced ages ago and drank and drank and drank…

Again your sweet voice fills his ears. He licks a long stripe against your skin and groans at that alone, wondering just what sounds you’ll make for him once he bites down and—

“Blade!”

Your cry spears some sanity back into him for a brief moment, the red-golden haze momentarily dissipating so he can see you even as he blinks, almost bleary.

“I…” Blade’s throat feels tight, stifling at how he’d come so close and yet denied his body the one thing it’s been asking for. His grip loosens. His gaze wavers. Flecks of red flicker in and out of sight.

So when you slip out of his grasp, he doesn’t stop you. He doesn’t stop you when you sprint away without so much as a backwards glance towards him.

But just before you do, Blade notes the look of betrayal in your glassy eyes. The way you’d seen him for what he truly is, was, and always will be—a monster.

[s4g3-the-v0id]

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