⚘ Summery: Yingxing hates the Luofu. Being dragged into the ship by his mentor isn't the best feeling. Especially when he's forced wander around the Divination Commission by himself. Surprisingly, on this ship where people spit nothing but venom to him, he meets you, kind and unlike others. He can feel his heart race— you two are just friends, right...?
⚘ Tags: Fluff, themes of Xianzhou racism, both Yingxing and Reader are children here, Diviner!Reader, Huaiyan is also here, gift-giving, childhood crush, strangers to friends to lovers, Yingxing is dramatic and Reader is silly
⚘ Word count: 2k
⚘ Art credits: 刀窝窝 on Weibo
⚘ A/N: TGIS IS A SELF INDULGENT FIC DONT STONE ME 💔💔 it's 3 in the morning and im writing this, look at me dawg im not passing my finals 😭😭
The Xianzhou Luofu is loud—not with the bustle of markets, but with the weight of its gazes and words.
Yingxing hates it. If not for General Huaiyan, he doubts he would have ever set foot on this ship. All his works remain in the Zhuming, the creations of his devotion. And now, he is forced to endure venom-laced whispers. To long-life species, such words are fleeting, insignificant—but to someone like him, they carve deep, lingering wounds.
For the first few days, Yingxing isolates himself in the small forge Huaiyan rented for him. No visitors. Only metal scraps and himself, confined within a cramped space. The sight pains the General. Yingxing is his beloved apprentice—seeing him so alone does not suit him. A child his age should explore, see the world, make companions.
So Huaiyan decides to help him do exactly that.
The first time he suggests accompanying him on a business trip, Yingxing refuses outright—he will not step outside to face those hateful people. He has everything he needs here.
But the Flaming Heart is not one to yield easily. Night after night, he persists, hoping the boy will allow himself something beyond the forge. And one night, at last, Yingxing relents—a small, reluctant nod.
The next morning, they set off for the Divination Commission.
It pains Yingxing to leave the familiar warmth of the forge, but disappointing his teacher would hurt more. So he follows, gazing out from the starskiff, taking in the Luofu’s golden glow. Still, the whispers reach him wherever he goes—cold water dousing every attempt at warmth.
All because of their difference in lifespan. How ridiculous.
By the time they arrive, Huaiyan is already gone. His only words linger: “Go on, wander a little. Perhaps you’ll find something you like.”
Nonsense. The forge is where Yingxing belongs. He is an artisan, not a diviner—what could the Commission possibly offer him? Nothing. The thought only fuels his irritation.
Yet, with no better option, he wanders.
The Commission is sparse in its distractions. With the Matrix of Prescience looming overhead, it is difficult to notice anything else. His footsteps echo softly against the wooden floors until he finds a quiet balcony—a place to be alone.
He sits at the edge, gazing out—until something catches his eye.
Someone his age, seated beside a lotus-filled pond. Cards scattered around them. They hum softly, kicking their feet in a rhythm that feels… carefree.
Everything he is not.
The sight holds him captive. There must be something wrong with him—he doesn’t even know this person. So why does he feel drawn to them?
As if sensing him, you turn your head to look in the direction of the noise.
He ducks immediately, scrambling to hide. He does not want to hear it again—those familiar words about his lifespan, the dismissal of his dreams. Children are crueler than elders. You would be no different.
But instead, you rise, gathering your cards, and approach. When you finally spot him, you speak rather gently; “General Huaiyan’s apprentice?”
The words startle him. Great. Wonderful. Announce it louder, why don't you? He thinks in an irritated mind.
He steps out, scowling. “His most prized apprentice,” he corrects, forcing confidence and arrogance into his voice.
But you only smile—soft, warm—and nod. “That, I know. Yingxing, right?” you ask, and before he can respond, continue, “You arrived recently, the diviners said. How about this—I’ll give you a tour of the Commission.” You gesture toward the empty pond area. “In return, you stay quiet and don’t tell anyone I skipped my lessons.”
Begrudgingly, he agrees. What choice does he have? His reputation is already poor—snitching would only worsen it. Staying silent won’t hurt.
While doubt churns in his mind, you guide him through the Commission, pointing out the smallest details. He follows quietly, fingers unconsciously clutching your sleeve as you pull him along.
Sometimes, you show off small divination tricks, unable to hide your pride.
“Divination is basically mathematics, you know?” you say, stopping at a bulletin board. “So naturally, I’m intelligent.”
Yingxing huffs, unimpressed. “That won’t help you win a fight.”
You gasp, offended, crossing your arms. “And craftsmanship won’t stop you from falling into a pit tomorrow.”
He stares at you as if you’ve declared the sky green. Your bluff is painfully obvious, so much so that it almost puzzles him.
You ignore your own embarrassment and continue to roam around. And somehow, he finds himself enjoying it. You are kind, gentle, a little troublesome. And not once have you spoken badly of him.
He wants this—more than a fleeting acquaintance. To have someone, not just his mentor to believe in him, look at him as more than someone destined to wither tomorrow.
But nothing good lasts long.
Huaiyan’s voice echoes from afar, and the moment shatters. Yingxing pretends not to care as you both approach. The small world you built together dissolves.
You wave before disappearing into the crowd of diviners. He watches as you leave and yet, he doesn’t wave back.
“Oh? Has my Yingxing made a friend?” he teases, followed by a chuckle. After all, no apprentice of his can survive such revelation without being rubbed in the face.
Yingxing flushes bright red, his speech deteriorating as he attempts to find words to answer. “N-no! We just met!”
However, Huaiyan seems to be the opposite, still holding onto the idea of his apprentice finally making a friend. "A diviner? What a brilliant friend you've made, Yingxing!"
Yingxing only huffs and puffs, unable to talk back because no matter what he says, his master will still hold onto that concept. Oh, how glad he is that you're not here.
That night, Yingxing returns to the forge. Sleep remains a distant concept. To the neighbors’ dismay, he prefers working at night—when thoughts sharpen and resentment fuels creation.
Tonight, though, something is different. His hands don’t reach for weapons. They hesitate—yearning for something softer.
Something like you.
He frowns instantly at the thought. Why is he thinking of you? You’re a stranger.
He shakes his head and tries to focus, but instead of blades, he envisions a hairpiece— delicate and beautiful, so unlike a blade.
Yingxing returns by the furnace, his soot covered hands grabbing a parchment to draw the vision swarming his eyes. If his heart craves it so much, then so be it. You had shown off your skills and now he will too. And perhaps then you will see him as a friend—
What is he thinking again?!
The next morning, Huaiyan finds the forge empty. With no sign of Yingxing in the house or nearby, a note rests on the stone by the furnace. He smiles faintly, knowing the contents of it would definitely be about his little friend.
The Divination Commission is crowded with hopeless people lost in the path of fate. Yingxing hadn’t realized it was peak season. Alongside the mentors, apprentices are busy—so are you.
For an hour, he waits by the pond, clutching a silk-wrapped hairpiece. The diviners nearby whisper—they’ve already drawn their conclusion that he has a crush on you. Puppy love, they say. Yingxing can hear them loud and clear, yet he ignores them for his peace and composure. You're just a friend...right?
Waiting by the pond seems futile— an hour has passed and there's still nothing. Then, he begins to roam around the Commission to find the room you are in. He swears that he'll just give the gift to you and leave.
In a moment of ignorance, Yingxing's bumps into a taller figure. The man before him is unfamiliar, a stranger— an agitated stranger.
"Watch where you're going, kid!" The man shouts aggressively, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Yingxing, however, doesn't react to his short temper. He's seen it all before and he knows what is coming. Even so, he still apologises, albeit a bit quietly. The man scowls at him before walking past him, mumbling something about 'filthy short-lifers.'
The moment he steps into a room occupied by a diviner, Yingxing catches a glimpse of your hair. Perhaps finding you is the best thing that has happened to him today. Even so, he does not intrude—lingering just outside, quietly eavesdropping on your divination. Children are curious by nature, after all.
The man seated before you on the floor wastes no time before breaking down. “Please, Diviner, tell me the future has something good in store for me. My wife left me two weeks ago, and my mother—”
“The future holds nothing but darkness for you, I’m afraid.”
You cut him off without hesitation, drawing a card from the deck. Your gaze remains fixed upon it; were you to look up, he would surely notice the anger hidden beneath your calm.
The man shudders at your cold words, as though they’ve carved straight into his heart. He inches closer in desperation, only for you to shift away and keep your distance.
“Please—please, just tell me how I can change it!” he begs, his voice trembling with raw anguish.
Inwardly, you pat yourself on the back for your convincing act. Just one more push.
“If you want your wife back,” you say, tone steady, “you must steal Lord Dan Feng’s jade bracelet and give it to her. That is the only way.”
The answer is utterly ridiculous—after all, a child’s mind can only conjure so much malice. A slap on the wrist is all that man can get, perhaps a week in the Shackling Prison. Still, the situation works in your favor.
The man looks at you as though you’ve rescued him from drowning. To someone so desperate, any solution becomes hope, no matter how reckless or absurd. He nods fervently before scrambling to his feet and rushing out the door.
Perhaps he has truly lost his mind.
Just as the man steps outside, you catch sight of Yingxing peeking over the doorframe. When your eyes meet, he quickly motions for you to come out. Without a second thought, you abandon your cards and slip outside, letting him lead you further away without question.
The two of you come to a stop at the familiar balcony, the lotus pond just within view. Yingxing clutches the silk-wrapped accessory in his hands, your earlier conversation with the man lingering heavily in his mind.
“Why did you tell him that…?” he asks quietly—so soft it nearly goes unheard. “That was a false divination…”
Your eyes narrow at him, a flicker of irritation surfacing. You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Maybe he shouldn’t have spoken badly about a child just because of their lifespan.”
The words hit him harder than expected.
You did that—for him. And you did it without hesitation.
He stares at you, a faint flush dusting his cheeks, admiration quietly filling his gaze. Before he can second-guess himself, he nearly shoves the silk-wrapped gift into your hands—thankfully, you catch it.
Curious, you unwrap the fabric, revealing a beautifully crafted hairpiece.
A warm, genuine smile blooms across your face, joy lighting up your entire expression. “This is gorgeous!” you exclaim, already moving to place it in your hair.
That smile— Yingxing swears his heart stops for a moment. Flustered as he is, he still steps closer, hands lifting to help you adjust it properly.
“Really…?” he murmurs, disbelief threading through his voice.
You nod as his nimble fingers carefully weave the ribbons through your hair. Once he finishes, you hurry toward the pond, leaning over slightly to admire your reflection. The sight nearly makes you squeal with delight. The Divination Commission rarely grants you the luxury of friendship—let alone gifts like this. Yet here you are, holding something made just for you.
When you catch Yingxing’s reflection beside yours, you turn without warning and throw your arms around him, hugging him tight enough to make him squeak.
“Thank you, Yingxing—thank you, thank you so much!” you gush, your voice brimming with unfiltered joy.
That sound—that warmth— Yingxing wants to hold onto it forever.
For the rest of the day, you never return to your divination duties. Yingxing has already stolen you away from work, and together, you wander across the Xianzhou Luofu. You watch the stars from a Starskiff, sample street foods, and even craft a pair of matching bracelets for each other.
It becomes, without question, the most joyous day of Yingxing’s life.
By midnight, Huaiyan returns to their temporary residence. His first stop is the small forge nearby, and when he pushes the door open, the sight that greets him is nothing short of heartwarming.
You and Yingxing have both fallen asleep, leaning gently against one another. Resting in your hair is the hairpiece, delicately carved with Yingxing’s signature—one he is still in the process of refining.
The Flaming Heart smiles softly at the scene. This is the moment he has been waiting for—to see his apprentice no longer alone.
Carefully, he drapes a blanket over the two of you, making sure not to stir either from your sleep. He knows that come morning, Yingxing will stubbornly insist that the two of you are merely friends. Yet even so, Huaiyan can see it clearly—the way the boy’s heart stirs in your presence, the quiet comfort that settles around him.
And little Yingxing will never know that the one sleeping beside him now will be wearing a shared ring with him sixteen years from today.
Hsr is bugging tf out for me but I've been having random thoughts about Yingxing (I miss him hoyo pls), imagine little Yingxing showing off his friend (that he definitely doesn't have a crush on) to Huaiyan, while he's trying to keep his composure Huaiyan knows exactly how he feels and teases him to death
"What could u have possibly done... I think u can find solutions on YT tho"
turns out it was reversible i just needed to restart it muscle emoji
i have 74 (?) pulls for cyrene can june 24 (i think thats her rerun date idk) please come faster. plz.
i need yao guangs e1 very badly but i dont think hoyo will be kind enough to give 150 pulls randomly so because of that im NOT going to waste my pulls when cyrene is just higher priority ans also evernight e1 and dhpt lc is ALSO higher priority. and also evanescia lc since i fo und out it was just basiclaly her e2. ok bye guys
OH MY GOD. you are literally a god send 🥹🥹 i love ur writing soso much, ur characterizations r always on point !! AND UR YINGXINGS,, he’s my fav character but unfortunately the tag is like bone dry, so today when i opened up the app and saw ur most recent work i felt this wave of absolute unprecedented joy and whimsy 🙂↕️🙏🙏keep up the good work and i hope u get plenties of rest 🥹🥹🥹 thank u 4 writing the unc…..
AWW you're welcome 🥹 this is so sweet 😭
People rarely write unc or uncs anymore and it's kinda sad, my top favs have zero new fics of them 😞 i get u nonnie
me: maybe i should talk about anything else aside from blade
zeka with a steel chair: did you say MORE blade???
ur so right he is such a girl dad is2g shfjdj him driving firefly during that one scene and now him with silverwolf???? there's his text messages too with him keeping an eye on sesame cat hes like sjfkdkngkd dyt he brought back souvenirs from fortnite during that one collab lmaoooo
ngl i want him adopting all the tiny creatures like on one hand u got his catcakes then by the side you got chimeras, then on the other a tuskpir??? by his left side is a random imaginae he somehow picked up somewhere then to his right a fuRBOBO???????
silverwolf: stop picking up children im supposed to be ur eldest
blade, trying to gently put down a chimera pouncing on his leg: ? i did not adopt them?
hes right they adopted him hes their emotional support blade now !!!
IM CRINE HE IS THE ADOPTION CENTER 😭🙏
Aww the critters would feel comfortable enough to stay with him and Blade would just accept his fate, he cannot possibly refute them. Imagine him making little portions of food for them and Silverwolf next to him is like “Bladie's being a softie”
He probably smiles while watching the critters eat too, since he loves to see others enjoy his creations silly Blade silly Yingxing
Silverwolf in the background gets louder everytime he does something like this, it's clear that she seeks some attention too and Blade does notice it, yes i want them to hug ok ❤️🩹
okay praying i get welt 3 times a row on standard hoyoverse plz be nice to me... i even got his light cone im considering that a good omen
also fu xuan novaflare when. i need a 3rd GOOD sustain and im not using gallagher nor am i using the gold thing for huohuo i dont even have any left and im NOT waiting for next year
aetherium wars here i come... problem is i mightve done something irreversible that wont let me progress so im lowk #scared i made an irreversible mistake in one of hte puzzles to get the chest i think. #oops
asat pramad/purple emoji anon OUT
Real ik im gonna lose my 50/50 pls let it be welt 🙏
They're putting fu xuan in teams but cannot novaflare her, she's so gorgeous i wanna use her 😭😭 people have started to use Gepard bru fu xuan step up ur game
What could u have possibly done... I think u can find solutions on YT tho
i genuinley think we might be synced because everytime i open this website it says u posted liek 1 min ago or something what the hell
anyway im using monorem (with mblade as substitute for cyrene for now) and evanescias premium team (without huohuo cuz i chose robin cuz i love her) and dhpt rn is just fine without his lc but i'd still like if it he could sustain just a bit better?? if i dont skill every turn against certain bosses i lwok die (castorice global passive comes in clutch though so its okay) LIKE SPARXIECON. I COULD NOT DEFEAT SPARXIECON CUZ EVANESCIA KEEPS DYING.
also i was planning on uisng blade as a 3rd dps once i get cyrene for gamemodes like starward or anomaly arbitration until i get either ashveil or acheron im torn (probably acheron cuz i have everyone she needs except welt but i WILL get him i just need 50 standard pulls)
also my luck on the lc warp is pretty good i got all lightcones pretty early so i might go for dhpt's lc first THEN evernight cuz im too scared to lsoe the 50/50 broken heart emoji screw this fucknig laptop
anyway robin sp, evernight e1, cyrene and dhpt all coming one after another is gonna make me go broke wish me luck might have to go back to the dungeons (aka aetherium wars) and i also might need to grind the shit out of the simulated universelings
anyway purple emoji slahs asat pramad anon OUT
The moment I read about Aetherium Wars i knew its over for u 😭😭
That 10% healing from S1 DHPT does help a lot I'm ngl, esp if u put energy regen rope on his, he gets him ult very quickly and thus quick healing with the shield
Welt is kinda dogshit without his E2-E4, we gotta hope we lose our 50/50 to him, but Mdps Blade goes hard rn so go for it 🤑🤑🤑
LUCK SO BACK I LOSE 50/50 ON EVERY BANNER 😭😭 clearing the DU and SU conundrums wish me luck gng
im.... going through mblades voicelines and oh my god????? he literally got the reverse death flag he got an i will live flag that character development is insane!!!!! im so proud of him !!!!!
the line about silverwolf and finally fulfilling his promise to play games with her im emotional man, hes finally in a good state to complete promises wah
also him preferring cold water tho his s/o freezing their ass as they gently watch blade go under a cold ass waterfall shdjdjjenfj im crine
but then there's the angst in me that goes what if blade is now forced to face his s/o that fell into the trenches of abundance? man's gonna blame himself for taking too long and too late to notice how much they suffered waiting for him and trying to keep up with him ugh
fun fact I didn't really originally like blade but now hes practically all im talking about these days ahhdjdksle
I LOVE BLADE AND SILVERWOLF'S RELATIONSHIP GEWJWKOWOW he's THE dad 🥹🥹 aww now that his mind is clearer, he's playing games with SW, fulfilling Kafka's wishes, wanting to meet with Huaiyan again, texting TB about trivial things im gonna die 💔💔
LMAO imagine his s/o is freezing and he's there like “😐 I didn't think it'd be this cold for you” ok man not everybody lives by the furnace
Don't get me started on the angst aughshwjwowowk 😢😭😢😭😢 he'd definitely try to find ways to free them of suffering, wanting them to live in solace with him, esp now that he's free himself
They did his SP so good (not the marketing where's my myriad celestia trailer), how is anybody meant to hate him ❤️🩹
HEY MY NICENESS IS TRUE?????????????????????? also i probably wasnt playing when therta reran with anaxa and evernight so woopsies! lowk wish i never swapped devices cuz hsr wont let me log into my google acc and thats what my old acc was using </3
also e1 evernight or dhpt lc. choose quickly i need to get my priorities straight
asat pramad slash purple emoji anon OUT and will probably be back in like 5 mins
I think those banners were in 3.6, I got Anaxa in that patch 🤑🤑🤑 (even tho he's lowk useless like Mydei)
Okay wait, which teams do u have 🤔 for monorem it's obviously E1 Evernight, but if u want to use DHPT with Mortenax Blade (which boosts the team dmg a lot), u should get his S1
⚘ Summery: Once upon a time, you had given your heart to the Forge Master of Zhuming. Three decades together, he had forged you thirty rings and now a blade. The love in his eyes now feel like a distant memory, yet given to you at all time by your now beloved, Blade. Be the man he once was, he can never truly give up the concept of leaving a piece of himself with you.
⚘ Tags: Mainly fluff, themes of angst, fem!Reader, long life specie!Reader, domesticity, Blade is a little touchy, gift-giving, Blade tried to be nonchalant but it didn't work
⚘ Word count: 1k
⚘ A/N: ok i can't write summary, lowk going thru a writer's block so this is all I have 💔💔 and my finals start in two days, anyways everybody go slime @biancak1m
The sound of metal clashing against itself echoes through the workshop. Each strike of the hammer molds molten iron into the weapon he envisions. Yingxing, in particular, holds a very specific design in mind.
After all, this is a blade he’s forging for his wife—crafted from a blend of leftover scraps and the expensive metals he painstakingly saved up for. The thought alone has him practically beaming as he shapes it into form.
The stars, however, remain silent. In the dead of night, no sign of life stirs—save for Yingxing himself. The relentless ringing of metal is enough to irritate anyone.
And oh, does it bother you.
“Yingxing, come to bed. It’s two in the morning,” you call out, voice thick with sleep. Aeons know what he’s thrown himself into this time—a commission? A personal project? A gift for a friend? If only he devoted himself to rest with the same fervor.
The Forge Master’s focus finally drifts from the glowing metal at the sound of your voice. There’s a glimmer in his eyes when he looks at you—hair disheveled from sleep, expression pinched with irritation, clearly dragged from yet another failed attempt at rest. You lean against the workshop doorway like you belong there.
Perhaps you do. Anything he owns is yours.
He flashes you a grin—one you know well, one that hides more than it reveals. “Thirty more minutes. This one isn’t finished yet,” he says, words punctuated by the steady rhythm of his hammer.
A sigh slips past your lips, resignation settling in. You already know how the next thirty minutes will go—spent by the fireplace, waiting for him to return.
Retreating to the living room, you settle by the fire, watching it crackle as it slowly devours the wood. At some point, without realizing it, sleep claims you.
Until a hand brushes your cheek.
A quiet murmur of your name follows.
It doesn’t take long to recognize the voice—you’ve been married to this man for over thirty years. You know him in every form.
“Lovely, look what I’ve made for you.”
Your eyes flutter open, vision still hazy. The sight before you is familiar—Yingxing kneeling before you, gazing up with quiet anticipation, waiting for you to ask about his latest creation.
Your mind barely processes his words, but you recognize that look. You’ve seen it countless times. Before you can respond, something heavy settles onto your lap.
A blade.
Forged from the remains of Glamoth’s Empress, mixed with fragments of her Iron Cavalry. Its intricate designs weave together like a story—thirty years of memories etched into steel.
Your fingers trace the surface as though it were something fragile. The blade itself may not be delicate, but the intention behind it certainly is.
And the way he looks at you—hopeful, expectant, yearning for even the smallest praise—says everything.
What a lovesick man Yingxing is.
For someone driven by vengeance, his heart beats for something far softer.
A gentle smile graces your lips as you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
“It’s beautiful, my darling.” Your praise makes his heart stutter—you’re certain of it.
The grin that spreads across his face is full of pride, bordering on arrogance—not just in the blade, but in the fact that he’s made you happy.
You watch as his hand slips into the pocket of his tailcoat.
“I have something else for you,” he says, pulling something out—only to immediately hide it in his fist.
Like a familiar ritual, the motion repeats itself. His calloused hand takes yours, gently placing the object into your palm.
A ring.
Gold, with a delicately carved crane. Your heart aches at the sight.
Another one.
“Another?” you ask softly, the question echoing through thirty anniversaries—thirty rings he’s forged just for you.
None of them fit. But that was never the point. Each one is proof. Tangible, unwavering proof of your love.
“Another one,” he echoes, arms slipping around your waist. “And another next year. I’ll keep forging them until the very end—so we’ll never forget the years we shared.”
His words are muffled against your clothes, but they carry the same warmth they always have. Three decades, and not once has that love wavered.
The end of you… may only be the end of him.
You will live on—long enough to watch empires rise and fall, to witness the Borisin meet their end someday.
But his life, his fleeting eternity, all you can hope for is to spend it beside him.
Yingxing loves you.
Truly.
And he will love you until the very end.
A soft gasp escapes you before you fully awaken, eyes fluttering open to meet the pale gauze surrounding you. You shift slightly, pulling away from the fabric.
“Are you feeling alright?” The deep, slightly raspy voice is unmistakable.
After all, the man beside you is your beloved—Blade.
You hum softly, trying to steady yourself. There’s no reason to feel this way—not over a memory like that.
And yet… Something unfamiliar lingers in your chest.
“I had a sweet dream about you…” you murmur, almost hoping he doesn’t catch it.
But he does. You know it by the way his hand finds yours.
Ever since Blade accepted Shuhu’s curse and turned his focus toward destroying the Abomination, his body has changed—healing, stabilizing. Especially his hands.
And with that, you’ve gained something unexpected. A Blade who reaches for you. Whether in public or private, his hand is always in yours now.
“A ‘sweet’ dream about me is enough to upset you?” he asks. There’s no irritation in his tone—only concern.
For someone named Blade, he is unbearably gentle with you. And the thought that he might be the cause of your distress unsettles him more than anything.
A soft laugh escapes you as his free hand idly plays with your hair. “It was bittersweet,” you reply, shifting closer before burying your face against his chest.
He huffs quietly, unconvinced, sensing the lingering weight in your voice. Another memory? He doesn’t know. So instead, he pulls you closer—tightens his hold, presses a quiet kiss to the crown of your head, mirroring what you once did for him when the Mara consumed him.
“Go back to sleep. We have things to do tomorrow,” he murmurs, masking his intentions beneath casual words.
“…Silverwolf wants us to play with her.” The hesitation gives him away. Because that’s not what matters, these events have been reoccurring for days now.
Your anniversary is only hours away. And you know he has something prepared—something he cannot put into words, but will try to forge into existence all the same.
Because he will love you for eternity. Whether as Yingxing or Blade, that cursed heart still carries something untainted, something pure at all its forms— and that is you.
i am everywhere i am everyone i am even ur parents trust user zeka-maki why havent u gone to bed yet angry emoji
okay but jokes aside i would also like to manifest a free 50 pulls hoyo plz free 50 pulls otherwise i might go broke AND GIVE ME THERTA I WANT HER. i also want anaxa as a sub dps for her but i need e1 evernight and MAYBEEE dhpt lightcone
nayway eyah u will all win ur 50/50s guys trust because im so good and nice and u all love me i know u do
asat pramad slahs pirple emoji anon out again
CRYING ITS 1PM VRO 😭😭
50 free pulls might be impossible knowing hoyo, we have to go to the mines 💔
Therta reran with Anaxa AND Evernight was there where were u bro
Dhpt lc is worth it everyone go get it it's a game changer 🙏🙏🙏
my braincells that are speaking to u only sound nonsense because of u being unable to comprehend my intelligence. have u ever heard of the phrase "talent hits the target nobody can hit but the genius hits the target nobody else sees"??? yeah exactly
anyway hoyo jing yuan rerun + novaflare when and on that note maybe an acheron novaflare and also maybe make him a possible therta teammate AND ON ANOTHER NOTE GIVE KIANA PLEASE. PLEASE KIANA EXPY PLEASE. AAND PLEASE EDEN EXPY
anyway now im being told i'd be yaoguang which i approve of
asat pramad slash purple emoji anon OUT
I guess vro I guess 😒😒
Acheron got an upscale with Mblade feed the others hoyo 💔💔 Jing Yuan dedicated support when, actually I think Mydei will be on the selector next year it feels like I've collected a relic on my acc
THERTA DEDICATED TEAMMATES TOO it's so sad watching Therta mains be excited about an erudition char only for it to be a dps 😭
HOW MANY CHARACTERS ARE YOU, mf moving like Asat Pramad, Enroute and Isee 💔
yingxing with an s/o back in his more arrogant days, promising them that he'd make the best jewelry a craftsman could make, all the bells and whistles and gems and intricate details he could think of. he got a bit too busy forging weapons and stating together with the HCQ that he couldn't make time to do it for his s/o.
in the end, he never got to do it and it was one of his biggest regrets still (the fact that they stayed with him, even joining the SH for him, blade could never comprehend what they saw in him but part of his still sane mind was thankful for their presence)
in the hall of the weapons hes forged, there was a cracked, unfinished keepsake he recognized--the promised jewelry he never got to give them. it cleared his head and helped him fight against shuhu. he still hasn't given them that promised jewelry after all and it would be a shame after staying with him for centuries that he never got to do something for them (a shoddy replacement he forged as a memento does not count)
so when he comes back and sees their relieved face, this time, he doesn't silly dally around and went straight to finally fulfilling thay overdue promise.
imagine the slow burn of centuries when blade FINALLY gives that gods forsaken promised gift and FINALLY his goals shifted from craving death to finding a way to kill shuhu permanently ugh
I HAD A SIMILAR IDEA TO THIS LMAOOO, aww but this is so good I love it sm 🥹🥹 I'd imagine that as he's facing shuhu he finally realises that he's given them nothing to remember him by like he did with others and that fueled his determination even more
I LOVE THIS THO I LOVE YOUR MIND NONNIE I'M ALL EARS ❤️🩹❤️🩹
i just realized my gay ass has only pulled for women so far (and also blade but. hes blade. hes woman enough to me.) and all characters im planning on pulling for (and by that i mean jsut robin sp and himeko nova) are WOMEN
also since im lesbian and its pride month everyone buy me oneiric jades now please and thank u xoxo
also my luck in this game is surreal and i dont mean pulling luck i just mean in general cuz literally when i came back after 2 years on a new acc i was like "i LOVE evernight i want evernight and i miss my old account's sparkle" and then evernight rerun. and then i was like "i need hyacine" hyacine rerun. "i need castorice and a dps for my yaoguang" castorice rerun and evanescia release. "i want robin shes very pretty!" free robin and upcoming robin sp. "i need a universal support but im broke and cant pull for tribbie cuz i need to save" mortenax blade. "i NEED cyrene" cyrene rerun. "i missed archer i kinda need him" ANOTHER free archer. anyway manifesting a shit ton of standard pulls so i can reach 300 and choose welt cuz i need him and also manifesting free dhpt lc i need that lc especially because of anomaly arbitration AND KIANA EXPY/VARIANT. I NEED A KIANA EXPY/VARIANT. AND VILL V. AND EDEN. and maybe another seele expy/variant i love her shes my girl
also my friend has jsut kept adding to the list of hsr characters i'd be like after i asked ehr cuz she keeps thinking of a new one and she said she thinks i'd be younger jingyuan based off of how he was ragebaiting yingxing which i find very funny (and also because she thinks im a genius which i am guys trust everyone admire my intelligence now)
asat pramad slash purple emoji anon OUT
Hi hello can u pls say that u need Jing Yuan rerun thank you
My stupid ass chose E1 bronya for the 300 pulls thingi 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢
SVSJWO KIANA EXPY WHEN PLS PLS BE FINALITY, I heard that Hyselins/Aglaea was supposed to be an Eden expy but i lowk hope they do another like Phainon/kevin
LMFAOOOO ur two braincells are speaking to me...and they sound like nonsense...
Aventurine is rumored to rerun yall should know where all my jades are going 🤑
