Thinkin about how utterly terrifying the "execution" of Dan Feng must have been to the other high elders and those loyal to them.
From the perspective of the other high elders (not counting Glaciator Marum since she seems to have absolute power over the Fanghu) regardless of Dan Feng's guilt, they just witnessed their equal, who arguably had more power due to his fame as a war hero, get absolutely obliterated by his political rivals with no recourse from the surrounding judicial system. He was tortured, his death and rebirth were heavily tampered with, and then his "reincarnation" was stripped of his legal rights.
For all intents and purposes, this was the Xianzhou natives telling the Vidyadhara that their special protections meant nothing if their enemies played the game right. The legal protections that they had been given to self-govern after the evacuation of their home world meant nothing. The alliance bound them to their plaguemarks as tools, and tools are disposable.
To their people, or specifically the more traditional vidyadhara, it must have been even worse. It's established that the high elders were worshiped, so to go from the grief of their aeon seeming to have abandoned them to the horror of one of their gods being desecrated so badly. It's no wonder that all of the records concerning Imbibator Lunae's imprisonment are so heavily redacted; they could spark civil war if they were ever leaked to the public.
Through that line of thinking, it makes perfect sense why there are so many people targeting poor Bailu. She is, for all intents and purposes a false god, and not even a very convincing one. We know that every iteration of the high elders look like their predecessors, so honestly one has to wonder what the preceptors were even thinking, trying to sell her as Imbibator Lunae even if she does have a chunk of Dan Feng's power (press x to doubt).
I just can't wrap my head around the kind of mass panic his fall must have caused. Their divine, very immortal, guardian was just gone one day. No more ceremonies, no more spells, no more dragon. Suddenly, there was just thin air between their entire race and a now obviously uncaring system of government and law. They are still actively staring down the barrel of extinction.
It also makes me think about how the vidyadhara elders tried to keep up with Imbibitor Lunae's wards around the ambrosial arbor and just flat out failed. Like how many other less important things fell to the wayside because there was no one to tend to them? How many chunks of the Loufu Vidyadhara's culture are lost now because their leader is just gone.
Blade was still that lightweight drunk, getting tipsy from mere spring water as he did when he was an old, mortal man.
You saw it firsthand, of course, the slurred apology, the way he asked for your forgiveness, it was all there, all lingering in the cool air of the ship; and now in the misty light of the Luofu yet again.
Again, he had a drink in his hand, not uttering a word to you as you separately watched the skyline, the Ambrosial Arbor in the distance, the Starskiffs passing by. All in dead silence.
Blade had never openly drank in front of you, perhaps not even in front of the other Hunters, but that slump in his sharp shoulders and the downturn of his eyes was still more painful than any wound you had endured.
And so, he sat alone on the Luofu. You weren't there, not really. He barely slept as is, but the added alcohol from last night's activities with you, his heart was being eaten from the inside out; remembering what he said to you, how he said it.
But he felt the warmth of it, your touch. He could have sworn he saw the faint blue of your horns, your tail swished by, could have heard your voice, your moans. He heard it all, but it was all so hazy to him.
What to think of first—he thought—the memories that long passed, those of his friends now scattered to the winds, or the one who had pierced through him sharper and deeper than Jingliu's stabs?
If anything, his head felt like it was full of cotton, hazy and fuzzy. The glass felt heavier than his sword at the moment, heavy like the love he once carried and showed to those select few.
Now, however, the thought terrified him. It was like pressure laying straight on his lungs, unable to breathe or function properly as every breath felt like a death sentence; oh, what he'd do to finally rest, especially now.
Then, he heard it again: your voice, clear as day, beckoning him. His head snapped up, but the air was empty. Silence ruled save for the Starskiffs so far away.
In all honesty, maybe he wasn't ready. Blade wasn't ready to risk handing his heart out like money, but maybe the drunken visions of what he really wanted to see—your face, your gentle hands with the sharpest of nails, and a voice that could send him to sleep so easily.
He felt unprepared for the love he could receive, and the violent obsession he had to offer in turn.
Because Dan Heng is getting his new form released, I'm gonna post a quick drabble on him.
Imagine you and Dan Heng take a bath together. He slips into the water first and awaits for you you do the same. Once you've stripped and neatly folded your clothes some ways away from the tub, you dip your toes into the water.
Except, it was freezing!
You immediately hiss and jump away from the icy water. Since vidyadhras bathe in cold water, there isn't much he can do about it. But he does still want to have you bathe with him in comfort.
So he does what any caring boyfriend does, he pulls you in and keeps you against his chest, between his legs. His arms wrap around to keep you warm.
You both sit in silence, enjoying each other's company in the nearly frozen tub. Though, he's a little warmed than he'd like to be, he's happy that you're somewhat enjoying yourself.
a/n: Absolutely love Dan Heng! I've already got a proper fic of him in the works. But take this drabble while I work on that and a SakaDays hc list😋
some very self-indulgent sketches of a new oc 😌 thinking about him has kept me sane through the horrors of these past couple of weeks, so idk I had to draw him
so i'm reading the hsr wiki rn and looking at the info for the other high elders. i was mainly interested in what all of their names mean (like i know imbibitor lunae is "drinker of the moon), but i ended up learning more about what their responses were during the sedition of imbibitor lunae. and the more i learn about it the more i realize that the xianzhou handled that situation like so so so badly, i'm honestly surprised they didn't ruin the entire relationship between the vidyadhara and the xianzhou.
like what do you mean they straight up wanted to kill dan feng, a leader of a race that literally cannot reproduce and thus has a very finite population? what do you mean they imprisoned dan heng for the crimes of dan feng when, by vidyadhara law, he should should not be held accountable for the actions of his past incarnation? (thank you caelorum venti for not letting the xianzhou kill daniel)
like as i've writing this i've only read the wiki pages for glaciator marum and caelorum venti and i'm already shocked and appalled. also i really hope that we get to see all of the other high elders in game (and that at least most of them are playable), cause the game is clearly going to introduce as to all of the xianzhou generals, but i'm kinda more interested in all the high elders tbh. (except for hua. i am incredibly excited to meet her)
Hello, author! Can I request Wise/ Licaon with reader-Vidyadhara (from honkai start real)? Reader shows love in an unusual way. Their dragon tail wags happily when Wise /Lycaon is around. Reader protects them even if reader are weaker. They give out ancient jewels and can also purr softly. Dragons are hard to trust, but the reader lets them touch their tail. The reader's actions scream "I LOVE YOU. I AM DEVOTED TO YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE."
If you don't like the idea, then feel free to skip it. Anyway, I wish you all the best~
❈ — A DRAGON'S WAY OF AFFECTION
~ WISE AND VON LYCAON WITH (GN) VIDYADHARA! READER.
SUMMARY: AU - You're a Vidyadhara from the Xianzhou Loufu, travelling across the galaxy and visiting numerous planets just for the fun of it. One planet in particular is your absolute favorite to visit: Eridu-47. | You narrowly escape Thanatos with Wise (in Eous' body). Lycaon is surprised to see you at midnight.
cw/tw: mentions of (minor) injuries on Wise's part, other than that it's all fluff.
A/N: Crossover prompt! How exciting!! We need more playable Vidyadhara characters on hsr...they're such an interesting species. :0 Very sorry for taking so long with your request, and very sorry for not putting some of the actions you've said. :') Thank you for your request and for the kind words! Hope you enjoy reading this.
Breathing. All you could hear was your intense breathing.
You didn't know how long you were running for, but that didn't matter. What matters is getting out of this hollow ASAP. The only problem being that you were being chased by a highly dangerous ethereal.
You recall the moment Wise warned you about the beast. A very fast ethereal capable of slashing its prey in seconds—putting your guard down even for a single second could lead to your demise.
The two of you were terrified, but compared to the small bangboo tightly locked in your arms, deep down—you were the most terrified.
Never have you dealt with this kind of situation before. Sure, Yaoshi's abominations are tough to deal with, but they were more annoying than anything.
This? This was out of your league. You've only fought Ethereals once or twice since you've been here, so you basically had little experience on how to fight them.
But as you were overthinking about the situation, you heard Wise talking from Eous' little body.
"There it is! It's the exit!" It's a small hand/arm pointed forward.
You looked towards the direction it was pointing at; sure enough, the exit of the hollow was in front of you.
You picked up the pace, hoping that Thanatos would give up chasing you. Out of pure instinct, you threw the poor bangboo towards the exit before you could make it there yourself. Unbeknownst to you, Thanatos had created a scar on the back of your neck the second you got out of the hollow.
You trip and fall to the ground beneath you; your body slides against the pavement, creating some minor scratches on your body. But it was nothing you couldn't handle.
You tightly closed your eyes, now feeling the scar that the Ethereal created on the back of your neck.
You heard someone rushing towards you; soon after, you felt as if two people were looming over you.
"Belle, take them to the staff room. I'll recharge Eous in my room."
You heard a familiar voice, and you smiled gently when you realized who it was. You felt your tail wagging, sweeping dirt from the ground.
It was embarrassing to show this type of behavior in public, but you were too tired to care.
You sat up to see Belle in front of you, trying her best to help you. She took your arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, lifting you up to help you stand. But as you tried to listen to what she was saying, your vision became blurry, and then you passed out.
—
Your fingers played with your horns as you stared at the television in front of you. A blanket was moved aside to give you some space on the couch you were sitting on.
You've woken up 10 minutes prior, confused about what happened. Fortunately, Belle was here when you woke up and explained everything to you. She was always nice to talk to; she's optimistic and cheerful no matter the situation—its great.
But after a few minutes, she stood up from the couch and told you that she's going on a girls night out with Nicole and Anby. As she approached the door to leave the room, she looked at you and winked.
"Wise's making you some tea upstairs. Good luck with him, you hear?~" You heard her whisper.
And here you are now, sitting nervously as you overthink about Belle's words. Other than the bangboos inhabiting the store, it was only you and wise. You and wise. Your heart started to beat rapidly, and you looked to your side to see that your tail was wagging ever so slightly.
You tried to calm down, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Just as you were calming down though, you heard footsteps from upstairs...then they walked down the stairs.
Calm down, calm down. You can't let wise see you like this. It'll be embarr—
"Oh, hey, you're awake."
You jumped and snapped your head towards the door to see wisely at the doorway. He became concerned as he saw you breathing heavily, putting the two glass cups on the table behind the couch, and rushed to you.
"Sorry...did I scare you? Here. I made you tea."
He carefully picked up the cup and gave it to you. Still stunned by his presence, you shakingly accepted it. The cup felt warm; it wasn't too hot to the point where it could burn you. You smiled, and your tail wagged once more.
"It's nothing fancy. I don't know if the tea they serve on the Loufu is any different, but I hope you like it." Wise said.
You nodded, taking a sip of the tea he made. Your eyes closed as your taste buds danced with how good it was. Wise giggled at your reaction.
"I'm guessing that you enjoy it?"
"Mhm. It tastes slightly different than the ones from the Loufu...but still as delicious as any tea I've tried so far."
You held the cup up, inspecting it as if it were some piece of treasure. Wise laughed, but his attention was quickly stolen by your tail wagging constantly beside you. He smiled.
"Are you that happy to see me? Every time we meet in person, your tail always wags."
You paused your drinking, suddenly feeling embarrassed at your own behavior. You avert your gaze, trying to hide your red face from wise. He moved closer to you upon seeing your reaction.
"Hey, it's okay! I'm happy to see you as well; you shouldn't be risking your life in that hollow though..." He reminded you. You looked at him straight in the eyes, opening and closing your mouth as you struggled to get a word out.
"I-i just wanted to keep you safe...and Eous. Yeah." You awkwardly explained to him. Wise sighed, grabbing the blanket behind him and throwing it over your shoulders.
"Get some rest before you leave. You deserve it." Wise said. His voice was so comforting to you; it was soft and pleasant to your ears. You quietly purred.
"Oh right. Forgot to ask; did you bring back the videotape you rented a while back?" Wise asked. You froze in place.
You've completely forgotten that you rented a videotape from here a few weeks ago. And today was the deadline.
"I...may have forgotten it back in the Loufu. Haha."
You paced back and forth. Completely deep in your thoughts. You looked absolutely ridiculous in public, but people were too busy minding their own business to look at you weird.
In your hands was a box that looked like nothing from this world.
Of course it wasn't; it's a box containing the finest souvenirs from the Xianzhou Loufu. You held it close to your chest, preventing anyone from potentially stealing it. Or even worse, breaking the precious and fragile souvenirs inside. That would be a disaster. You'd have to pay a good amount of money to the seller you bought these from.
Sitting on the bench behind you, you quickly pulled out your phone. Looking at your contacts to find a specific person, he was the reason you came here in the first place.
A smile formed on your face when you saw his name; your scaled tail wagged simultaneously. But as you hovered your finger on the screen to click on his profile, you hesitated.
It was already late at night by the time you were here, so contacting him now wouldn't be ideal. You sighed, putting your phone back in your pocket, and stood up. Simply accepting that tomorrow morning would be a more appropriate time to give him the box.
You turned around to pick up the box, only to realize that it was gone. Your eyes widen at the sight, and your heart beats fast as you panic. You frantically looked around to see if anyone had taken it purposely or mistakenly.
That's when you heard it. From your pointy ears, you heard the echoes of rapid footsteps coming from your left. You snapped your head in the direction of the sound; sure enough, you saw a figure running towards the gross alleyways of lumina square.
"STOP. STOP IT. YOU THIEF."
You quickly chased him down as confused bystanders backed away in fear. The hooded man with your box created all sorts of obstacles to slow you down, from kicking down stacks of empty boxes to straight up pushing down a dumpster.
Unfortunately for him, this was nothing to you. Like any of the other Vidyadhara from the Loufu, you were athletic. Easily dodging the obstacles the man created.
He looked over his shoulder to see that you were almost caught up to him. He whimpered in fear, but just as he was about to pick up the pace to lose you, he tripped on something heavy and metallic. The impact nearly broke his foot in the process.
The box flung upwards, but thankfully someone effortlessly caught it with one hand. As you ran closer to the scene, you frozen. Tail wagging once more as you saw a tall, well-dressed wolf thiren standing in front of you. One of his prosthetic legs was stepping on the thief's back as a way to restrain him.
"Oh?" The man said. It was a familiar voice—the voice that makes you fall to your knees mentally every time you hear it.
"L-lycaon! I didn't expect you to be here at this hour." You expressed your shock to him.
"The same would apply to you. I wouldn't have expected to see you here in Eridu-47."
As Lycaon said that, he felt the man below him wiggling himself to try and escape. The thiren's eye glowed as a warning, and the hooded man squealed in fear as he finally pleaded guilty for his actions.
"I-i-im sorry! It won't happen again! I promise! I swear! I-i—"
The hooded man begged. Lycaon crouched and leaned towards the side of the man's face, whispering something directly to his ear.
You couldn't hear it, but you know Lycaon said something terrible when the man screamed in fear and quickly ran away the second Lycaon removed his leg from his back.
You were kind of scared, of course, but it was Lycaon. You trusted him dearly, and he has proved his sincerity many times before. So, you didn't question anything. Lycaon looked at you in relief, now holding the box full of goods with both of his hands.
"Apologies for my unbefitting behavior just now. I believe this belongs to you."
He handed you the box; he looked at you so softly that you couldn't help but stare at his face for a few seconds.
But you snapped out of your thoughts and declined. Lightly pushing the box back towards him. Of course, he was confused. Then you explained to him.
"It's for you, silly! No need to give it back to me." You giggled; you could see his one eye widen in surprise.
"My...you're too kind. I don't deserve such treatment from the likes of you." He said. You saw his ears twitching and his tail ever so slightly wagging from this; you smiled. Holding back a laugh.
He looked down at the box, now noticing that it's tightly sealed. Preventing anything from falling out.
"And what awaits me inside this box, may I ask?" He asked you.
One hand was gently placed on top of the box while the other held the bottom part so as not to let it fall to the break.
You walked closer to him, looking upwards to his face as you smiled widely.
"Inside are exclusive items from the Xianzhou Loufu. How about you open it and see for yourself? W-well, maybe not in this dirty alleyway at least." You awkwardly laughed. The thiren merely chuckled, gently taking your hand.
"Then I know just the place. If I may?" Your eyes widen when he offers you this; your horns glowed brightly as you felt your tail wagging. You smiled, nodding at his offer.
"Lead the way, dear attendant." You playful said. He laughed.
"Please. Just call me Lycaon."
Then the two of you walked out of the alleyway, admiring the nightly scenes of lumina square as Lycaon guided you to the rooftop of a building.
You smiled widely; tonight turned out better than you expected it to be. You couldn't wait to see his reaction to the items inside the box, and quite frankly, you were just very happy to be by his side.
Clingy vidyadhara reader x sunday like that one picture of the snake wrapped around the bird that went viral a while back lol
“Let it be for now”
Summary: In a moment of quiet solace aboard the Astral Express, Sunday and you, a newly-reborn Vidyadhara, find comfort in each other's presence. Still adjusting to your second life after a harrowing transformation, you lean into Sunday, seeking warmth and connection. As you sit together in silence, Sunday reflects on the fragility of the dream he is striving to create, while you share a quiet understanding of the need for mutual support. In the intimacy of your shared space, both of you find peace, if only for a fleeting moment.
Warnings: Light emotional themes, Subtle tension in personal boundaries.
A/N: I don't think I've seen it... 😭
The gentle hum of the Astral Express echoed through the hallways, the rhythm of its motion almost soothing in its predictability. Yet, in the quietest corners of the train, a different kind of stillness lingered. Sunday, the ever-dignified former leader of the Oak Family, sat on a plush seat by the window, his eyes staring out into the endless expanse of stars, a far-off look on his face. His wings were tucked neatly behind him, but there was a subtle tension in their soft, silver feathers that suggested they were not at ease.
You, a newly-reborn Vidyadhara—still adjusting to your second life after a harrowing hatching—sat beside him, watching his every move with a quiet intensity. Your newly emerged form, still tender and unsure, craved the warmth of connection. The world seemed vast and overwhelming after the transformation, your past lives slipping away like fading echoes, leaving you disoriented and fragile. But Sunday’s presence, though often aloof, was a constant comfort. There was something about the way he always seemed to be there when you needed him, as if he understood the loneliness that came with being reborn.
And so, here you were, curled up beside him, your sharp, pointed ears flicking every now and then in the silence. There was no need for words; you simply leaned into his side, seeking solace in the warmth of his presence.
Sunday blinked, his gaze softening as he glanced down at you, his ethereal halo flickering slightly in the dim light. A small, imperceptible sigh escaped his lips.
"Are you... comfortable?" he asked, his voice gentle, as if not wanting to disturb the fragile peace.
You nodded, a slight smile tugging at your lips. You were small in this form, vulnerable, and in need of comfort, a stark contrast to the powerful, graceful being you once were. But in Sunday’s presence, you felt safe, as though he was a protector of sorts—a keeper of dreams, as much as you were.
You shifted closer to him, your tail curling slightly around his waist as you sought a more secure position. Sunday’s wings twitched in response, and though he rarely showed it, you could tell that he was struggling with the pull of your proximity. His natural inclination to distance himself clashed with the undeniable softness of your touch.
Without warning, you pressed your head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his clothes. His breath hitched ever so slightly, but he did not pull away. Instead, his arm instinctively wrapped around you, holding you close as if the very act of doing so brought him peace.
"You know," Sunday began, his voice low and contemplative, "the dream is fragile, isn’t it? The world we hope to create… sometimes it feels like I’m holding onto something that could slip away at any moment." His fingers gently brushed through your hair, his touch careful and deliberate. "But with you here… it feels like maybe, just maybe, there's something worth fighting for."
You nuzzled closer to him, your own thoughts spiraling in a similar direction. You too struggled with the weight of your rebirth, the dissonance between your past lives and this new existence. But in his arms, those fears seemed to dissipate, leaving only the warmth of the present moment.
"I think… I think we both need this," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, the soft vibration of your words blending with the hum of the ship. "We need each other to keep the dream alive. Even if it's just for a little while."
Sunday's expression softened, and for once, the calm facade he wore seemed to break just a little. He leaned his head against yours, closing his eyes as the quiet intimacy wrapped around you both like a cocoon. His wings fluttered ever so slightly, brushing against your cheek as if to acknowledge the shared connection.
"Then let it be," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Let it be for now."
In the silence that followed, you both found comfort in each other’s presence, a fragile peace settled between your hearts. The stars outside continued to dance, and within the safe confines of the Astral Express, the two of you held onto that fleeting moment—a moment of warmth, of connection, of hope.
