#:: *ੈ✩‧₊˚ caelus . interactions .

[byfulcrums]

Honkai Star Rail is officially the funniest game Hoyoverse has ever made

[aventurineswife]

yk the penacony trailer and at the beginning aventurine was dancing with caelus?

what if reader walks in on him dancing or something :3

-:3 anon

Don’t Stop the Music

Summary: On a quiet, neon-lit street in Penacony, Aventurine steals the show with his charismatic dance performance, dazzling onlookers with sharp, effortless moves (inspired by Michael Jackson). When you stumble across the scene, he draws you into the spotlight, turning a casual encounter into a playful and unforgettable duet. With his signature charm and bold flair, Aventurine shows you the magic of letting go and embracing the rhythm, leaving an indelible mark on the night.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Street Performance, Dancing Together, can be read as platonic or romantic, Playful Banter, Michael Jackson-Inspired Dance, Lighthearted Interaction, He calls you and Caelus “Darling”.

A/N: WHEN I FIRST WATCHED THAT VIDEO, I WAS LAUGHING CUZ BRO THEY LOOKED SO GOOFY!! 💀😭 BUT then I remembered where I came from and that I can't dance or pull moves like em 😕😔💔 decided to change it a bit and write it in my own way totally not because I'm not good describing the actual scene 😙

The streets of Penacony were alive with a nocturnal glow, the soft hum of neon signs and the glimmer of string lights strung between lampposts creating an otherworldly ambiance. The city seemed to hold its breath in anticipation, the empty road reflecting the light like a stage waiting for its stars.

Aventurine stood at the center of it all, his flamboyant overcoat billowing slightly in the cool night breeze. With the magnetic ease of a performer born for the spotlight, he commanded attention. The steady beat of music from a nearby speaker set the rhythm, sharp and rhythmic, each note pulsing through the air like an electric charge.

At his side was Caelus, shuffling his feet awkwardly, trying to match Aventurine’s precise, popping movements. Aventurine’s laughter rang out, bright and teasing, as he spun on his heel, moonwalking effortlessly across the reflective asphalt.

“More flair, darling!” Aventurine called out, his magenta and cyan eyes flashing under the streetlights. “Think less ‘marching soldier’ and more… oh, I don’t know, ‘unstoppable icon.’”

“I’m trying!” Caelus huffed, attempting a spin and nearly losing his balance. Aventurine caught him with one gloved hand, steadying him with a playful grin.

“You’re killing me here,” Aventurine said dramatically, wiping an imaginary tear. “But don’t worry, darling, I have enough style for the both of us.”

It was then that you turned the corner, the sight of the impromptu performance freezing you in your tracks. The music, the lights, and Aventurine’s dazzling charisma made for a scene straight out of a dream. He caught sight of you immediately, pausing mid-spin, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Well, well,” he drawled, running a hand through his hair as he stepped toward you, his signature grin firmly in place. “A curious audience, or perhaps a future partner in crime?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his intensity. “I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you said quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. “I was just—”

“Passing by?” he interrupted, tilting his head in mock disappointment. “Darling, no one just passes by when I’m performing.”

He extended a hand toward you, his fingers adorned with rings that glittered under the lights. “Come on, join me. Let’s give this sleepy street something to remember.”

“I don’t think I can keep up...” you stammered, glancing nervously at the sleek, polished moves you’d just witnessed.

“Nonsense,” Aventurine said, his voice warm and coaxing. “I’ll lead. You just have to trust me.”

Before you could think to refuse, he took your hand, pulling you into the makeshift dance floor. The music swelled, and Aventurine wasted no time demonstrating a quick, sharp move, his body snapping into angles and gliding with unnatural smoothness.

“Like this!” he said, showing you the basics. His movements were impossibly fluid, his feet tapping and sliding with precision, his body swaying in time with the beat. Tentatively, you mimicked him, feeling awkward but determined.

“There we go!” he encouraged, clapping once. “Now loosen up, darling. Feel the rhythm. It’s not about perfection; it’s about presence.”

With every step, Aventurine’s infectious confidence began to rub off on you. He spun you around with a flourish, guiding your movements until you matched his energy, if not his finesse. When he threw in a dramatic slide, you followed, the frictionless motion exhilarating.

“You’re getting it!” he laughed, his voice filled with genuine delight. He popped his shoulders and tilted his hat that he seemed to have conjured out of nowhere, adding a theatrical edge to his routine.

The final beat of the song came to an abrupt halt, and Aventurine struck a pose, his arm outstretched and his grin wide. You stumbled to a stop beside him, out of breath but laughing.

“Bravo, darling!” he said, taking your hand and bowing dramatically. “You were magnificent.”

“Thanks,” you managed, your cheeks warm from the exertion and his praise. “But I think you carried the team.”

“True,” he said, his tone teasing as he pulled you closer. “But even stars need a little gravity to keep them grounded.”

Before you could respond, Caelus reappeared, a drink in hand and a raised brow. “Are you done showing off?”

“Never,” Aventurine replied, spinning on his heel to face him. “But since you’re back, shall we try again? You’re still my project, after all.”

As the two resumed their playful practice, you stepped back, watching them with a smile. The memory of Aventurine’s bold moves and even bolder charm would stay with you long after the music faded.

[feroluce]

Learned recently that the Xianzhou Luofu apparently uses a different script than Belobog and that's so cool, I love little worldbuilding things like that. ♡

And then I nearly keeled over imagining Gepard going for a daytrip with Caelus and Asta to the Luofu; Caelus is taking Asta so she can run errands (and go shopping, of course) and Gepard is tagging along because Bronya found out he'd been falsifying records about his paid time off-

(Bronya: You have two years of overdue pto?! Out!

Gepard: But-

Bronya: Go on vacation or something! Out!!)

-and. It's all a little overwhelming for poor Geppie.

Everything is so weird and different there. A part of him is curious and enjoys it, but he just doesn't really have that same pioneering spirit as his sisters and it's not as fun for him as it would be for them. He wishes they hadn't been busy and could've come along, he'd feel a lot better with Serval and Lynx. He can't even read most of the script, he's mostly reliant on Caelus and Asta or the translation function they put on his phone for him. He kind of just wants to go home. He misses his city.

And then he catches sight of a head of blue hair in the corner of his eye, snickering and messing with the script on one of the signs.

Gepard: Wh- You!?!?

Sampo: !!! :D

Sampo grins wide and darts off, Gepard launches after him out of habit, and somehow, even with Gepard being new and alien to the Luofu, Sampo always seems to stay juuuuuuust within sight, just close enough not to lose him or get lost completely.

Gepard is lead all the way out near the starskiff building grounds when he finally has to stop, because Sampo somehow scales the damn wall like a nasty little lizard, gets all the way to the top, then winks at him over the roof and tells him he'll see him later, have fun, give Serval a kiss for him back home!! Gepard flips him off even though Sampo has already turned around and left skxjkdkdmfkf

But then he finally sits down and looks around him and realizes that oh. He feels kind of. Better now. More on even footing. Stable ground. There's no snow, but the high steel walls and corridors here are more familiar to him than all the wide open space and brightly colored buildings of the main tourist section he'd been in. The background hum is quieter and gentler here, and it reminds him more of Serval's shop, as opposed to Starskip Alley's throngs of chattering people and fast-flying ships. The little pangs that made his chest feel hollow have eased up. ♡

Caelus, carrying a Certain Courier Package: ...We've heard from him, yeah.))

((Asta: Sorry it took us so long to get out here! I found this sword that Arlan would like and-

Gepard: It's fine, don't worry about it. Hey, did you know Koski is running around out here?

[followerofmercy]

HSR spoilers under the cut regarding Firefly, Sam and Stelle

I'll start by saying I found Sam and Firefly incredibly boring as individuals. Like, they were fine. You've got the Obvious Tearjerker Love Interest cute girl and broody soulless killer robot. They both felt very flat, in part because they had very little screentime, but I especially though the whole date/emotional bonding/death with Firefly thing was super forced.

Like, why is Stelle so attached to this Literal Stranger? She's cute but you literally met her To-day. I mean I'd cry too if I ended up with ectoplasm splattered on my face after said cute girl explodes, but the narrative revolved around an emotional connection that was much deeper than the horror of "oh my God I'm wearing a person's organs." And I didn't think that connection was particularly earned...

Until we see that Firefly IS Sam! Sam, the Stellaron Hunter, who probably watched Stelle before she got dumped on the space station. Sam, who was very possibly Stelle's bestie. Sam, the armor that Firefly pilots when she can't interact with the world herself. They knew each other!

Acheron has a bad memory. She relies on emotions to fill in the gaps where her mind cannot.

In the same vein, while Stelle has forgotten Sam and Firefly, her emotions remember. That's why things moved so quickly. That's why they were acting like they had an entire arc together after a single day, because they already have

[desiredrivcn]

caelus, eating with his hands while observing the arguments because what’s cutlery?

[astrxlfinale]

Why is Caelus doomed to do weird shit.

Listen the weird life be coming for HIM.

You telling me thoughts like this never appeared in your mind?

Two Billboards, encased in passion and displaying that very energy before any and all? Uncaring who stands before their very path?

Or how about-

Believing you're so attuned to the amount of scents within a certain area, that you can go and discern them by percentages, down to concrete calculation!

His tale is one where those invasive thoughts win 90 times outta 100 when it comes to trying a new experience.

[ilstar]

::     *ੈ✩‧₊˚            @oneireth   sent :       did   you   know   them?       /       morbid curiosity prompts,     currently   accepting.

“      hmm?     ”     the   mind   wanders,     distantly   rearranging     the   days   agenda     in   order   to   make   way   for   a   small   request     —     it’s   a   lenient   one   anyway,      buzzing   with   excitement   to   finally   explore   the   luofu   together   before   the   express   departed   once   more.   dan   heng’s   voice   beckons   him     back,     passing   brief   glances   between   his   friend   and   the   two   figures   in   the   distance.      “      who,     those   guys?     never     seen   them   before     —     but   they   know   us.     ”     spoken   with   exaggerated   confidence   and   unfaltering   grin,    although   his   question   draws   surprise ;       the   astral   express   crew     make   a   name   for   themselves     wherever   they   go     …      it’s   ironic.   people   would   turn   to   them   in   times   of   need   often   enough   that   caelus   figures   dan   heng   would   be   used   to   the   fact   by   now      —      if   penacony   and   the   war   dance   were   anything   to   go   by,     it   seemed   that    downtime     was   rare   and   conditional,     always   happy   to   help.

so   when   the   two   starskiff   pilots   had   approached     in   a   fluster,     he   hadn’t   thought   twice   before   stepping   in.   it     should     only   require   a   quick   stop   by   the   sky - faring   commission,   but   they   couldn’t   shift   the   feeling   that   maybe     …     dan   heng   needed   a   break.     “     i   know   you   wanted   to   show   me the   sights,     ”     he   starts,      little   frown   now     threatening   against   his   lips     as   memories   of   the   shackling   prison   resurface   and   he   reaches   a   hand   out   to   rest   on   dan   heng’s   arm,     close   together   as   if   the   sharp   cold   still   bit   at   their   skin   in   the   place   of   nagging   worry.     “     but   you   don’t   mind   making a   quick   detour,     do   you?     ”

[frostwork]

Trailblazer giving one of their funny little answers to a simple question

Dr Ratio: I want to put you in a jar and study you.

[altarfates]

i am like six years late to this music event but oml the little mini games are scratching that part of my brain.

[secondsovereign]

a tiny baby racoon appears (may or may not have been messing around with curios)

" .. uppsie..? "

-> HE'D BE LYING if he said he expected anything different from the eccentricities that Herta often requested, sighing in amusement as his scarf is tugged just enough to create a nest for the raccoon that's slowly and steadily climbing up his leg. It's a measured movement from trained repentance, lifting Caelus and placing a fatherly kiss on the raccoon boy's forehead before tucking him into the nest. "What should I do with you? Hah, your current appearance should be a warning to avoid Herta's eccentricities for a while."

[gemkun]

anonymous said : What’s a guaranteed way to piss off your ( HSR ) muses?

      ⸻       dh   :   mess   with   the   astral   express   crew   to   any   extent   ,   they   are   his   family   and   he   will   not   hesitate   to   protect   them   at   any   cost.   this   also   applies   to   friends   he   has   made   along   the   way   ,   but   to   a   lesser   extent.   tamper   with   the   archives   ,   misuse   the   archives   ,   loiter   in   the   archives   (   basically   any   misconduct   to   do   with   the   archives   ).   he   cannot   blame   you   but   it   does   irk   him   when   associations   from   a   past   he   wasn’t   part   of   is   brought   up.   similarly   when   he   is   referred   to   as   his   previous   incarnations   (   he   values   his   individuality   and   wants   to   be   seen   as   himself   and   no   one   else   )   and   when   he   has   already   declined   discussing   his   past   but   people   continue   to   pry.   dh   is   actually   quite   difficult   to   annoy   but   once   he   is   ,   he   will   not   forget   the   face   that   brought   about   feelings   of   animosity.

  dr   ratio   :   the   list   is   far   too   long   so   i   will   consolidate   it   to   particular   points   of   irritation.   by   his   name   alone   ,   it   should   be   obvious   that   lying   is   a   point   of   contention   —   he   will   ,   indubitably   ,   scorn   and   shun   liars   on   the   spot.   he   hates   physical   contact   unless   permitted   ,   which   is   extremely   rare.   when   approaching   arguments   or   debates   ,   he   expects   a   sufficient   amount   of   evidence   prepared   or   he   will   simply   walk   away   without   even   acknowledging   the   debacle   in   the   first   place.   he   cannot   stand   people   who   waste   his   time   and   will   mentally   blacklist   them   to   avoid   any   contact   in   the   future.   veritas   despises   artifice   and   will   deal   with   people   who   exhibit   such   for   the   sake   of   his   work   ,   but   he   will   rip   off   the   mask   in   the   process   of   doing   so.   he   loathes   tardiness   and   is   the   type   to   throw   out   students   who   arrive   late   without   informing   him   prior.   in   terms   of   relationships   beyond   acquaintances   ,   for   a   majority   of   instances   ,   you   can   forget   about   it   as   he   sees   them   as   liabilities.

[iiryoku]

@maridise PLOTTING GUIDE. I ACCEPTING.

✔ Maybe Robin for Caelus?

My muse(s):

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

[trthfck]

@soulhound ♡ 'd.

𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓. ⸻  grief is something that is new to him, something that is raw and waiting and hunting like a dog. when he sits at the bar, he looks at gallagher. a bloodhound is a kind of dog, isn't it? a dog that searches and finds things, and then brings it back to a loyal master? perhaps, in that way, gallagher is a bloodhound, for he found the astral express and brought them, obediently, to the echo of mikhail. the soulglad in his body makes him feel warm, but not as warm as the stellaron normally does. he rubs his chest, frowning, as if trying to figure out which is the more appropriate of the warmths to feel.  " . . . can i have another? " he asks, quietly. he shouldn't, but something raw and healing inside of him wants another one.  " . . . one of the drinks you named after us, this time. please. "

[stellaron-girlies]

“ You!

…

.. Stelle, right? … Wanna go destroy stuff? “

~ Caelus Anon

“Is that even a question? Let’s go!”

[ilstar]

shion is glad he only got one bingo and dan heng is lowkey sad he didn't get more

dan   heng   is   detail   oriented,    this   they   know,    but   his   disappointment   warrants   a   second   look   over   the   bingo   sheet   handed   in.   isn't   this   good?   seems   so   to   them.   perhaps   he's   a   little   more   competitive   than   caelus   gives   him   credit   for,    head   shaking   with   a   bemused   laugh.    “    what're   you   frowning   for?   it   wasn't   a   pass   or   fail,    you   know.   you'd pass if it was, anyway, that isn't in question.    ”         

[renascinem]

[WATER BALLOONS] - you know, perhaps tossing balloons filled with water to a guy who can literally part a sea ( you know, the thing consisting solely of WATER ) was not the smartest idea.... but caelus never has been known to be the most intelligent man when it comes to making decisions, now is he?

Being who he is, Dan Heng is perfectly accustomed to getting soaked. Though he channels the power of wind in his human disguise and with the Cloud-Piercer in hand, at the end of the day, it is water that he has the best and strongest affinity with.

It brings him comfort, and helps him relax and gather his thoughts. It's where his tale began, it will be where it shall one day end. It's his birthright, his element, and in certain ways, his home.

... Anyway, all that is to say that when a water balloon hits him from behind and soaks his back, he is, without a doubt, less bothered by the sensation than many others would be.

Ah. Caelus is behind him, isn't he. Of course he is. He’s behind him making that face again. Dan Heng doesn't even have to turn around to know it.

"Really?..."

Well, just because Dan Heng doesn't mind getting soaked doesn't mean he's going to simply ignore it. And so, after the Trailblazer hits him, he is met with what someone at the Herta Space Station once described as Dan Heng's "bombastic side eye," whatever that means, and the next water balloon fails to find its mark, instead ending up caught harmless in the data bank archivist's hand.

He weighs it for a moment, somewhat nonchalantly,

roll: 1d20 = 17

- before suddenly smirking ever so faintly as he throws it back, aiming squarely at the other's face.