#I laughed more than I should with Dan Feng

[shining-gem34]

Pawsona Valentine Quiz

[jymwahuwu]

@blbrrymilk in your inbox again TvT

which of the hsr men do you think are into boobjob/ paizuri?? or mostly likely to stare at/grope your chest often. i wanted to know your thoughts on this... (also reader who has a flat chest too please. i wondered who would tease you the most about your size... my mind is saying aventurine and sampo 😭)

sorry, it took me so many days to answer!! this is very enlightening and I have been thinking about how the men in HSR would react😩😚😽💖

-cw: dub-con, yandere tendencies, nipple clamps, boobjob

They love it so much: Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Argenti, Sampo

Like but not particularly keen on: Blade, Dan Heng, Dan Feng

He claims not to know what it is while stimulating you to orgasm: Luocha, Sunday

Consider this silly stuff: Dr. Ratio

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They love it so much:

Jing Yuan:

General likes your boobs and tits. No matter what size that is <3 If you have busty/medium boobs, be prepared to be rubbed by boobs for a long time. If you have flat/small boobs, expect to have your boobs licked so that they glisten with water. He looks forward to the day when your buds swell and your milk leaks… (I have written a more detailed version before)

Aventurine:

Exactly. If you have small breasts, he will definitely laugh at you first. Staring at your flat breasts with a mean look. Use his thumb to circle the areola and squeeze. But the look that turned into affection gave him away. He kisses your nipples. If you have large/medium boobs there is a milking machine for you and try boobjobs.

No matter what your breast size is, he has some custom nipple clamps in colors and patterns for you. Aventurine is not cruel, the nipple clamps are very loose and only slightly painful when clamped on your breasts. You whimpered and bounced on top of him, the nipple clamps on your breasts swaying. What a beautiful scenery.

Argenti:

There is no doubt that this knight adores your breasts, no matter the size. He looks at your breasts carefully and plays with them, and invariably ends with a boobjob. Because who can resist worshiping such beauty as you? Lots of compliments and squirting sounds. Cock inserted when you're shy.

Sampo:

Take off your clothes. You pumped your fist as Sampo laughed at your small size. He quickly blocked your punch and claimed that he just liked it so much… No matter what your size, he would give you a customized gift, a cute bra!

He is very patient, and the hair lying on your chest is itching and shaking for a long time. Orgasm after orgasm was pulled out of you, and when your mind was blurred by the orgasm, he held you tightly and penetrated you firmly, rubbing your breasts.

Like but not particularly keen on:

Blade:

Your bra was mostly destroyed into his hands. When he pulls your bra, it rips. It's really too much!! Blade usually prefers to penetrate you roughly rather than rub your nipples, but sometimes he might do that.

Dan Heng, Dan Feng:

These two dragons don't like these fancy things. They just squeeze your breasts without wanting a boobsjob. Why do they do this? You should be doing this to nurse the baby dragons.

He claims not to know what it is while stimulating you to orgasm:

Luocha:

The foreign trader considered and read the explanation. Luocha claimed he didn't know this as he cupped your breasts and rubbed and squeezed them mercilessly, keeping an innocent look on his face as you gasped and climaxed.

Sunday:

"What is that?"

Sunday's lips raised. The halo behind him became softer, and the feathers behind his ears were swaying. He requires you and serves Him. This is a type of dedication. You have to push your breasts and rub his cock...and at the critical moment, he'll dig his fingers into your wet walls and pound away.

Consider this silly stuff:

Dr. Ratio:

Ratio pinches, pokes and rubs your breasts while explaining the principles of orgasm and breast stimulation. It was a rational, calm tone. He scoffs and sighs as you twitch uncontrollably.

[milksnake-tea]

helloo ! congratulations on ur 1k followers - ur writing is absolutely amazing ! may i request for ur event..dan feng + angst prompt 1 + angst dialogue 2 ? (please go easy…)

ty !! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

❀ ˎˊ- prompts: When they had to choose between you and the city, they chose the city. + "Please, stay. Just… stay." ❀ ˎˊ- 1k followers event ❀ ˎˊ- character: dan feng ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: u get abandoned for approx 10 minutes LMAOAO also maybe ooc... altho can u really be ooc about a character who had like 5 minutes of screentime and it was through villainizing lenses ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: THE WAY I GIGGLED AT THIS ASK... TBH IM NOT TOO SATISIFIED W HOW THIS CAME OUT BUT ITS OKAY I STILL LIKEY

Dan Feng was a man bound by his duty.

The title of Imbibitor Lunae did not come without mandates - on the contrary, it came with chains and shackles. Trapped with an obligation to his planet, it was a wonder how he even managed to secure a lover, with all the eyes on him.

He can never be selfish in the eyes of public, devoting everything he has to his people, from the scales on his tail to the tips of his horns. Only when he is with you can he be greedy, pressed against your body as he holds you like his most precious treasure.

But even so, you've always known that in the end, you were nothing compared to the Luofu. You've always known, but you always shoved it in the corner of your heart in favor for a sweet embrace with your lover.

So when Dan Feng turns his back on you, you aren't shocked like you expect. Your heart doesn't sting with betrayal, and the tears that trickle down your face are from your body being crushed rather than your heart.

The only thing you can feel is a dull ache in your chest, the light fading from your eyes as you realize that he isn't coming back.

Your vision is blurry as his silhouette fades into the sunset, the glint of his jade spear all the more familiar to you. And still, you reach for him, despite knowing that he won't look back - he never does, in times of crisis.

Ah.

You should really get out of here.

A mocking laugh bubbles in your chest, burning against your raw throat as you laugh hollowly. What a fool you were, and a selfish one too, to really expect him to save you when the entirety of the Luofu was in danger. You were just one of millions in the Alliance, a single drop in the boundless sea.

It hurts.

You click your tongue, letting out a frustrated sigh as you pull yourself up from the debris. Your legs scrape against the rubble as you drag them out, one after the other. Closing your eyes, you lean against a slab of concrete, and wait.

You don't have to wait long.

The sound of flowing water and silk sleeves alerts you of the return of your lover. Your fingers twitch, but you're too exhausted to open your eyes. You hear Dan Feng let out a strangled gasp before the familiar cloth of his embrace pulls you into him.

The terrified whimper of your name strikes deep into your heart as Dan Feng's cloudhymm magic swirls around your wounds.

"No," he grits out. You can imagine his expression right now, eyebrows furrowed and tears glistening in his cerulean eyes - tears that will never break and flow. "Great Long, please, not them too..."

"Calm down, Dan Feng," you chuckle wearily, managing to open your eyes just a bit. The image of your lover is still blurry, but you can make out the teal of his horns, glowing with power as he strives to save you. "From the way you're talking, I might as well be on my death bed."

Relief washes over Dan Feng as you speak, his hand cradling your face as he meets your gaze.

"You almost were," he whispers. "If I hadn't left you, you wouldn't-"

"I'm stopping you right there," you quiet him, pressing a finger to his lips. "You had a battle to win. If you'd abandoned the Luofu for me, neither of us would be able to live with it."

But Dan Feng isn't a fool. He sees the hurt in your eyes, and he saw the way you reached out to him back then. It had killed him, having to leave you like that.

"I'm sorry for leaving you," he says. A smile slips onto your face.

You wanted to console him, and say it was okay - that everything was fine. But you couldn't bring yourself to lie like that. Instead, you opted for leaning your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into him as you once again closed your eyes.

"Just... stay," you murmured, feeling as the shock of the impact left you, leaving only exhaustion. Dan Feng's cloudhymm is soothing against your aching body, lulling you to rest.

Dan Feng nods, standing up as you doze off against his shoulder. You rock slightly as he carries you to shelter, but you couldn't care less. All you cared about was his temporary embrace, even if you would wake up to him gone once again.

After all, the battle still wasn't over. Dan Feng's shackles had yet to be broken. And until they were, he would have to leave you, over and over again.

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

[cloudshuffle]

warnings: alludes to abuse, alludes to nsfw, not detailed. creeeeepy heng.

To forget about his past, Dan Heng drowns himself in his present.

This is how he becomes enamoured with you in the first place; you, unburdened by the weight of history, smiling so easily that it feels almost wrong for someone like him to witness it.

But then he remembers: himself, but not, snarling, a blur of anger, the taste of terror.

Some stones are better left unturned. He leaves, padding quietly down the corridor back the way he came, your peace undisturbed.

In this way, Heng begins to see his new form as a curse. Sure, attracting the attention of Blade, and Jing Yuan, and just about half the hostiles on Luofu was one thing - but now it nags at him like a low tide on his ankles, soaking his socks uncomfortably against his will.

He can't step out of the water. Every time you shift in your seat, or laugh, or breathe too loud - he refuses to admit it to himself, lest March read it on his face, and nothing would be more embarrassing than his clandestine desires being found out by March of all people.

But the shadow of Dan Feng hovers over you too; he hadn't been kind to who you'd been in your previous life, and Dan Heng couldn't shake that.

So he does the next best thing - he turns around and steps in deeper.

It starts off innocuously at first, returning your cheerful morning greetings with a nod, participating in the Express breakfasts whenever he knows you're there - which is always, so he finds himself making regular public appearances, an unusual experience for both him and the crew.

"You must be working some magic," March stage-whispers to you once, leaning in conspiratorially. "We never see him this much!"

He scowls at her, but everyone knows it's true. With March on your left and Dan Heng on your right, you glow like the centre of a universe - at least that's what he thinks.

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He starts accompanying you on your trips on-world.

Usually March would be along for the ride (in fact, it was her idea to begin with), and he fades comfortably into the background, following the two of you around like a shadow. It isn't until you stop for ice cream, and your hand brushes against his when you pass him his cone, does he think, I wish March wasn't here.

It's a jarring thought, but an all-consuming one. The idea fills him like thick black smog, slowly but surely choking the rationality out of him. He'd like to show you around the Luofu, he thinks, though he knows he isn't that familiar with its roads and people. But something tells him he could, if he would just...

"Heng. Heng."

A hand shakes his shoulder, gently but firmly. He jolts awake, his hand reaching for the other person before he remembers where he is.

You lean over him, expression concerned. His hand grips onto your arm with a desperation that you'd never seen before.

"Are you okay?" you ask softly. "You were fussing in your sleep."

An angel. That's what you must be, sent from the heavens to wake him from this nightmare that being Dan Feng had trapped him in. The moonlight catches the ends of your eyelashes, a fragment of your cheekbone, as if a part of you were cast in alabaster.

He can feel heat rising up his neck, but it's so dark that he hopes you can't see. Dreams are where the boundary between himself and him are thin - where he can taste not just your fear but your love too, the sweetness of your flesh, soft and pliable under cruel hands. His hands.

Reluctantly, he lets go of you, fingertips brushing across your warm skin. His mouth feels dry, but now it's not because of the nightmare. This is too much, and too sudden, and he's not ready to face...

"Sorry for coming in so late," you whisper, squatting by his bedside now that he's looking better. "I thought you'd be awake. There was just something I needed to check, but it can wait until tomorrow. You should get some rest-"

"Wait." He pushes himself up with his elbows with an effort. "Do you..."

You tilt your head to the side.

"Do you want to go to Aurum Alley with me? Tomorrow? Or... today, I mean."

You seem to consider for a moment.

"...Alone?" A grin begins to spread across your face.

"...Yes, alone." He recognises that expression as the same one you wear whenever you and March have something up your sleeves. Please don't say it. Please don't-

"Like a date?"

He feels his expression freeze, and he turns his back on you. "Goodnight."

Dan Heng hears you get to your feet. "Goodnight, Heng... I'll see you tomorrow."

The door slides open, and then shut.

His chest burns.

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The sky is gloomy and grey, boiling with impending rain as if trying to ward him off. Dan Heng glares at the sky. It wouldn't rain anytime soon if he could help it.

The streets are emptier than usual, however, and he finds it a blessing. The two of you meander through the streets of the Luofu, taking your time. Heng buys you snacks every so often to keep you occupied, but you seem distracted enough as it is.

"You know, it's funny," you mention off-handedly, leaning against a railing and staring out at the starskiffs zipping by. "I feel such a strange sense of deja vu whenever I come onto the Luofu."

He watches you carefully, looking for any further signs of recognition. Of course you'd feel deja vu - this was where you'd grown up, after all, and had spent all that time with... the past him. Dan Feng.

The very name feels sour on his tongue.

"You feel familiar sometimes too, you know." You laugh quietly to yourself. "But it feels like... I don't know. Like I should be scared of you or something. It's weird."

"...I'm sorry." The words slip out before Dan Heng can school his thoughts.

You raise your eyebrows. "What for?"

He hesitates. "For... for causing you all trouble. As Dan Feng." For hurting you. For bringing you out here and making you feel past memories.

You huff. "It's not your fault! Whoever you were in the past, that's not you now. You're Dan Heng, and you belong on the Express with us. Honestly, all this reincarnation business is just nonsense to me."

You're both quiet for a moment.

Did he deserve that, like you said? To simply put Feng behind him?

He glances at you, still staring out into the distance at nothing in particular, deep in thought. You look so different now, yet still the same in some ways - the curve of your lips, or the jaw that used to be decorated with such pretty bruises...

...Did he even want to?

He shudders, dispelling those thoughts. Not his. Not his thoughts.

You give him a quizzical look. "You okay? You keep staring."

"Yeah. I'm fine." He takes your wrist gently. "Let's keep moving."

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March crows like a little kid, pouncing as soon as the two of you get back on board, but he leave you to deal with her, slipping away the first chance he gets.

He makes sure to keep the door locked as he digs out a tablet, hidden in an unused corner of the data base. It was something that he'd done in a haze, sneaking into your room and setting up a hidden camera high up on the wall where you wouldn't see. He hasn't used it since.

It wasn't his idea, Heng reminds himself. Not his idea in the first place. He'd done it too, and now he understands why.

Underneath the tablet, a sweater lies neatly folded. Heng pulls that out too, pressing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. It smells sweet, and soft - it was one of your favourite pieces, and you thought you'd left it behind somewhere on Belobog.

If only you knew. He switches off the lights, then logs into the tablet.

The screen fizzes, then brings up a feed of you moving around your room, humming softly to yourself. His heart stirs. It's just to ward off the nightmares, he tells himself.

He lays down on his side, curling up with your sweater in your arms, and shuts his eyes.

— word count: 1399. thank you for reading!

[kuivma]

foxian caelus (previous life) x Dan Heng

note ; (Dan Feng is Dan Heng's previous incarnation) he will be refered to as ying yue = his chinese pinyin

tw ; some of the characters may or may not be OOC I'm writing this sleep deprived no beta so good luck 🤞

it's been a week since I last opened Tumblr (ignore the times I went here to look at fics made by others instead)

if you didn't know already! foxians live 300-400 years and according to xianzhou standards; they're a short-lived species. fun fact : yukong is 246 years old meaning she's a kinda old lady now!

I don't know whether to refer caelus to his chinese pinyin name (qiong) like I would with Dan Heng's (ying yue) because I don't think readers would be familiar with it 🥹

let's start then??

"ying yue?" a familiar voice said, it was soothing to his ears as always.

"mhm?" the vidyadhara asked. looking up at the gold eyes of the foxian. sometimes— the dragon might find himself lost in those pretty, gleaming pupils.

"the tea is pleasant, truly isn't it?" the silver-haired man smiled. ying yue felt his heart flutter at that. it was no fair that foxians had the most beauty in all, or every species.

"of course, these are the new tea leaves that are popular as of now" the vidyadhara replied, tapping at the teacup. the foxian hummed, unconsciously his furry tail wagged while his eyes sparkled. it was no surprise when the latter absolutely adored the dragon.

the dragon followed the motion of the tail and smiled, it was adorable when foxians are excited.

qiong, smiled back. he leaned in, while his hands reached out to caress the latter on the cheek, the dragon leaned into the touch.

"it's no fair vidyadharas are so pretty" he mumbled aloud, the mentioned man laughed and replied "if vidyadharas are pretty, than foxians are heavenly"

the silver-haired flushed red at that comment, he huffed covered his face with his hand.

˚ · .

the two chatted on and on that time passed so fast, and it was already time to leave.

qiong mentioned he needed to do something, and no one should accompany him

"make sure you come back safe and sound, qiong"

"I will always come back silly" the foxian laughed like what the dragon had said was a joke.

but—

this time, he didn't come back

the vidyadhara could only wait centuries apon centuries— yet the only thing that remained was that charm. a small little charm that could only be hung on your necklace

˚ · .

a black haired man boarded the astral express, named Dan heng. he was quiet and reserved, and was very secretive about his past. he bore earrings with— a certain charm

when a silver-haired boy wakes up in the herta space station during a crisis,

Dan heng freezes for a second when he saw him— although Dan heng is reborn as well, he still has some memories of his past life. including ones of a certain silver-haired.

no, he shouldn't be thinking this right now. someone's life is at stake here. when he attempted CPR, before they even touched— he awoke

Dan Heng realizes—

caelus doesn't remember, he looks at Dan heng straight in the eye with no reaction and just curiousity— unlike Dan Heng's memories, where a long silver-haired foxian looked at him with affectionate eyes. calling out to him with a somber smile on his face.

he recalled that it was the last time he saw the silver-haired foxian

the more times they spend with each other, the more Dan heng wakes up in cold sweat when he recalls his past

in fact, these memories could mean something. Dan Heng felt his dragon instincts pop out more often than it should be, the times he had to swallow a growl when a stranger— leaned too close for his liking to caelus.

maybe this is something he could stop. but not when the two are alone in a room, the dark haired man couldn't help but bite and mark the smaller and take him as his own.

during the trip to xianzhou, when Dan heng reunited with the 3. march wanted to take pictures with a few props, it was a new stand he recalled that tingyun put up for trailblazers and travellers like luocha and the astral express.

"Dan heng?" he snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the person who called his name. march

"look at caelus! isn't he so cute?" he looked at caelus, who is now bearing— fox ears headband on his head.

he freezes, it's almost like a common occurance to remember his past life because of a certain silver-haired boy.

that day, only the silver-haired could comfort him

okay I might be going a little crazy but I saw a Twitter fanart and I had to write this

I think this just counts as imagines?? I don't have time to write a whole fic so here's smth ig😭 sorry if the pacing is weird I'm slepy

I might plan to write more for the foxian caelus x Dan Feng part because I felt like I wrote too little

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

notes. blurbs including several characters ( favorites of sky’s ) that i feel would suit certain songs of the album, speak now ( taylor’s version ).

genre. fluff, mild angst ( dan heng’s ), suggestive ( wriothesley’s )

for @melukonova <3

ft. hajime iwaizumi, tooru oikawa, wriothesley, ajax ( tartaglia / childe ), dan heng ( kinda dan feng )

gender neutral! reader

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ now playing.. sparks fly.

+ about. sparks fly tells the story of someone who fell in love with someone they feel they shouldn’t have a crush on. they’re a ‘bad idea’.. and yet there is so much chemistry to be found, it might as well be a ‘good idea’. they cannot help what they feel for them, and pursue regardless of the odds.

+ hajime knew it was a bad idea, falling for his best friend’s sibling, but it was even worse for you to fall for your brother’s best friend. tooru would have your throat if he had found out about that summer festival you’d attended with him in secret. still, no matter how much you avoided your crush and willed yourself not to seek or pursue him, it was impossible when in contact with those green eyes that haunt you when he isn’t around. his presence alone hypnotizes you, and the fear of the consequences, should things go wrong, make you want to run from it all. you couldn’t bear to never be allowed around him, it would break the both of you and you knew it. however, when he called you up one night, telling you to drop everything and meet him in the pouring rain, two in the morning on the last day of summer, you came running. not being able to hold back from kissing him on the sidewalk, sparks flying as you notice that heart-stopping smile on his lips, burning away your fears.

+ “cuz i see sparks fly, whenever you.. smile.”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ now playing.. enchanted.

+ about. enchanted tells the story of someone having a crush so grand, it brings forth this magical feeling that makes them feel as though they are living a fairytale. their crush is so amazing, they’re certain to have other suitors.. which makes it all the more imperative to express the words they held back.

+ tooru forced another laugh and smile to get through the night, because real ones had been more of an effort to make than usual since entering high school. girls swarmed him per usual, something his friends were displeased about. hajime, more so than anyone else, pitched a ball at his head. through the squeals of concern, tooru let out a whine before whirling around to see where hajime had been — and there you were. across the room, from him, your eyes expressing if you had ever met before. whatever grudge the setter held faded into nothing as he made his way towards you, utterly enchanted, and he could tell you were, too. conversation felt like a breeze, his smiles and laughter genuine for a change. you wondered to yourself how the tooru oikawa was standing in front of you right now, like a dream come true. he could be talking to just about anyone; there were people waiting on him.. and yet, he was, with you, eyeing you like you were the stars in his sky.

+ “wondering if you knew.. i was enchanted to meet you!”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ now playing.. i can see you.

+ about. i can see you tells the story of someone having a crush on another within a professional environment, that makes it somewhat difficult to pursue a relationship. both sides wonder what would happen if the simple touches and brushes became a full on relationship.. and so they try it out.

+ wriothesley brushed past you in the hallway, a signal you had learned well over the course of your hidden relationship. within fontaine’s professional fields, he was the duke of the fortress of meropide, while you were but a supplier from the overworld, providing the required materials and equipment for the production floor. but behind closed curtains, off the stage you both took on day to day, it was all fervor. suppressed want and feelings for one another that could only pop out so often, given how busy you both were. a simple note passed to you saying ‘meet me tonight’ was all it took to have you racing down to the depths of fontaine under the guise of a delivery, when truly — it ended with you up against the wall with him. there, wriothesley would mutter into your ear how addicting you are, his hands traveling to hold you against him as you’re whispering back how he feels like a secret mission, a thrill on each occasion you can see him.

+ “baby, if you only knew.. that i can see you.”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ now playing.. mine.

+ about. mine tells the story of someone who runs away from love out of fear of being let down once more by another break up. however this particular time, doesn’t quite end in another goodbye, the only thing they have ever known. rather, a vow is spoken, promising to never leave them alone.

+ ajax found himself in a tough spot when you suddenly began avoiding him, always having some sort of excuse not to meet up with him. it was strange to say the least, not exactly something he would expect to come from you. up until now, things had been blissful. the best relationship he’s had, which he came to treasure greatly. in the beginning, sure you were uncertain of him, given his background, but you realized you didn’t care, and wished to make things work with him. right now, he isn’t so sure. half passed two, he showed up at your house when you ignored his letters asking to get together. he knocks once, and then twice, only to find you leaving out the side door. adrenaline fueled him, well aware of the dangers to be encountered in your run as he dashed after you, calling out for you to stop running. when you did, you braced yourself for the goodbye, the only response you’d known.. and it doesn’t come. rather, it was the words you’d heard only in dreams.

+ “you are the best thing.. that’s ever been mine!”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ now playing.. timeless.

+ about. timeless tells the story of relationship put through circumstances that would tear them apart in every single life. however both lovers would still be intertwined and together in every timeline, regardless of the situation fated to separate one from the other.

+ dan heng remembered only flashes of the life his ancestor lived and whatever many lives that came before his. one thing he found in all of them, was you. he recalled the memories of dan feng the best, having noted the presence of another at his side, whom he held dearly to his heart, as if he was afraid to be separated from them again. and yet, there was also this lack of fear on his face, as though he had known he would see that cherished lover of his again in the next life he led. when dan heng found you at the luofu, he found himself freezing for reasons he could not comprehend at first. but now, having recollected everything, he understood. as if to confirm his suspicions, you remembered, too. no matter the occurrence that took place in your lives, that would have separated the both of you, the cycle of rencountering continued. and the feelings? unchanged. as you were inseparable — timeless to the very core.

+ “we would have been timeless.”

notes. hi queen here you go speak no-ow ( ellie’s version ) woo<3 i tried to include as many favs as i could with what little romance songs i listen to on speak now bc haunted is um.. painful, so is castles crumbling</3 anyway i hope you likes the post and that the songs chosen for the guys are to your likings :’)

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[iiryoku]

@yueiyun “they were flirting with you” / dan feng for yingxing!

The sudden statement directed at him immediately made the weaponsmith halt as he froze for a second, not quite getting, what Dan Feng was saying. After all, this seemed rather foreign to him due to, what he was. Usually, people from the Loufu tended to keep an arm's length away, if not more than that. He was the odd one out, the one most other craftsmen spoke of in a negative light (which was due to jealousy), despite his many accomplishments that had provided some of the strongest, on Loufu, with breathtaking weapons, that no one had been able to match yet. As Jing Yuan had said; talent oozed from his fingertips. It was something that he took great pride in, but this didn't make him forget, where he stood in most people's eyes. He even should have received the title of "Furnace Master", but due to him being a short-life specie, it would never be granted.

A soft laugh soon danced from fair lips as purple depths curled into half-moons as the sound left. It was not because he was making fun of his beloved, it was merely the fact, that he simply didn't realize the truth that had just been witnesses.

❝ Now, why would they do that? I am certain that they were just trying to be polite, because you were here, High Elder. Last time I looked, I was rather ordinary. ❞

He especially was, when he stood near Dan Feng, who looked like the most enchanting, divine being, that he had ever had the utmost pleasure of laying his eyes on. Yingxing sometimes still asked himself, what he had done to deserve someone so amazing, strong and absolutely breathtaking.

[infintasmal]

HIS LAUGHTER CUTS LIKE A KNIFE. Harsh and cruel, a sound that's been hollowed out by time and hatred. She nearly flinches at the sound, a response to incoming danger rather than any expression of mirth. They all sound differently now, not just Dan Heng. Ren, who laughs with cruelty, tongue a blade without a sheath. Jing Yuan, who's learned to speak with a lion's roar to disguise the strain. Dan Heng, who's voice holds a familiar sound that lacks any substance, a well known song played on the wrong key. Jingliu, who hates the sound of her own voice. She speaks slow, each word a decision, a freezing mist.

And the voice in her mind, so quiet she strains to hear and yet cannot ignore.

"He doesn't speak as a High Elder might. But rather an imitation. Still, his is a voice I hear in the shadows. Sound is all that remains for me, my other senses are of no use." she notes. It's the same sound but there's no confidence, no posturing, the way Dan Feng used to hold himself high. Now he's fallen from the height, crashing back down, sinking beneath the waves he once commanded. Perhaps that's for the best, to remove his lineage from that which burdened him most. Did Dan Feng ever dream of leaving it all behind, of becoming ordinary?

"I have nothing more to say to him, it would be only to satisfy my curiosity," she answers wistfully. "Any chance for conversation died a long time ago. There is little I have left to say, only the information I carry. And once the Generals have plucked the last bit of knowledge from me, my tongue will rot with the rest of me. I don't remember the Shackling Prison being a place of warm conversation anyway." That's right, she's only here to fulfill her mission. That's the only purpose left in her body. After that she'll be finished, after that she can rest. She can die.

She turns her face back toward Ren, smiling brokenly, like a reflection in a mirror. "If you all should meet again some day, you can have my share of the wine. Try not to choke on it, old friend."

jingliu is just one of the figures from ren's past who remains a somewhat vivid memory. her voice, its cadence, the sound of her footsteps, the rare laughter she would sometimes share with them. ren remembers more than he wishes to, her face lingering as a haunting presence. she’s a spectral image, no less of a ghost than the imbibitor lunae they both speak of. that famed spirit, a thousand memories embedded in the subconscious of yet another reincarnation, longing for freedom, light, and life. perhaps they aren’t so different after all.

“ what could you possibly speak to him about that won’t be rebuffed or dismissed no matter how you put it ? ” at times, this new imbibitor lunae feels so distant that attempting to bridge the gap with words seems pointless, as if talking would lead nowhere. not that ren ever tried, and he holds jingliu as accountable as he holds himself for that. himself, her, and imbibitor lunae. aren't they the three sinners, each bound to a debt they can’t hope to repay? whether dan heng wears this face or another, whether he remembers or not, he carries the burden of his predecessor’s sins. that, to ren, will never change. it’s precisely why he can’t allow this imbibitor lunae to drift into the peaceful pretense his life has become.

“ his voice does not sound the same to me, ” not entirely, something is missing. ren can’t quite put his finger on it, and it bothers him endlessly. there’s something about dan heng that doesn’t sit right. just like jingliu, dan heng seems to have adopted a new mindset, yet traces of their former selves cling to who they are now, unsettling in their familiarity and haunting in their resemblance. ren knows he’s no better. whatever this is, being trapped in this despised shell, the relentless chase, the fury that burns in his mind with her face at its center. he hates himself as much as he hates her. that much is certain.

“ deceptive, ” he begins, this time his expression cracks into a grin, feeling the rise of a bitter laughter. “ to act as though he cannot remember. he knows something, you can see it in those eyes. it’s a pitiful downfall of the former high elder. ” eyes fall shut, the laughter fading. “ it was his own doing, that is all he needs to know. if he cannot recall that, i will be there to remind him. talking to him is useless, but if you insist on trying, what is stopping you ? ”

[astralcrewarch]

@astrcls. → from here.

❛  you always know just how to make me smile.  ❜

a slight laugh leaves jing yuan when yinyue speaks , a bright smile crossing his face. his hand lingers on the vidyadhara's shoulder longer than it should , but jing yuan has never claimed not to be selfish about his desires. he lingers in yinyue's space more than he should , desires more than he should.

❛ i suppose that means you enjoy my company , yes ?? ❜

a low chuckle leaves him this time , his expression softening almost imperceptibly. he wonders briefly if he's being careless with his heart , baring it to dan feng without hesitation . but that worry doesn't seem to stop him , instead letting his hand fall from the other's shoulder , brushing against his hand.

❛ i'm only joking , of course. i merely like seeing you smile. ❜

[k-corner]

Question Guys

I have a really silly question. In Ashes of Love, exactly how does aging work? They live hundreds of thousands of years, and yet after only a few thousand they look like full grown people? Yet their mental maturity is like…tweenagers. Seriously, I’m actually really curious about this.

Dan Zhu makes the comment to Run Yu that’s he’s growing older so he should consider getting married…but he’s gotta still be a baby if they live 100,000 years and he’s like 4,000 right? Maybe less? Let’s say 4k just for easy math and my sanity sake. We know that Xu Feng is younger than him, clearly not by much since they look pretty much about the same age-ish in the flashbacks and in modern time so…I’m gonna say 3k. I’m not sure if the show gives me better ages, but right now I’m just running with these numbers. Jin Mi though, is less than a thousand right? I mean, her mother wanted to protect her from some trial in her first thousand years of life right? Am I remembering this right?

So recap.

100,000 year life expectancy

Run Yu = 4,000

Xu Feng = 3,000

Jin Mi = 1,000

Verdict….SOMEONE GET THESE BABIES A BLANKET AND PUT THEM TO BED WITH A NICE BEDTIME STORY! I mean, if I just do simple math and say that the 100,000 years is like 100 human years and let’s say that’s our normal life expectancy just for math reasons once more:

Run Yu is 4. Xu Feng is 3. Jin Mi is fucking 1 years old. Who is trying to marry these babies off? All of a sudden the whole show makes a lot more sense when you think of emotionally stunted children running around and breaking everything.

But how does the maturity thing work? How long did they stay in their younger growing up forms? To look like an adult snack at 4 has gotta be some strange growth timelines; but how does the mental growth work? Not to even get started that Run Yu is dealing with some serious abuse related trauma in his formative years which is just gonna fuck with his mind/maturity/mental health but how does all of that work? We know that he’s been present in the courts, and has had the realm of night for a while (and now I can’t help but picture their titles/responsibilities like house chores and I’m laughing over here) and he clearly has the mental maturity of a human adult (or at least a teenager that was forced to grow up faster). Not to mention, they sent Xu Feng to war at younger than 3. Sure, he doesn’t have the daily emotional abuse/physical abuse/abandonment/ostracizing/seclusion that Run Yu has – but fucking war is no fucking joke. Xu Feng’s gotta have his own traumas layered in all of that (and the scars we see on his body have got to have their own horrible stories poor baby). And that makes Jin Mi’s naïve stupidity make more sense. Does anyone wanna weigh in on this? How do we think all of this works?

[yingren]

there is a laugh rising from his chest when dan feng threatens to take back the offer of staying the night, words that yingxing perhaps should take more seriously than he does. then again, he does have faith in himself to be able to change dan feng’s mind if that were to happen. just as the high elder has certainly seen yingxing drunk before, it wouldn’t be the first time dan feng threatens something like this & yingxing would like to believe that he knows his lover well enough to convince him otherwise. it shouldn’t take that much effort considering sharing a bed is mutually beneficial. sharing warmth and all that, yingxing could list a million reasons for dan feng to let him into his room. fortunately for him, he does not have to, not tonight. 

arms stretch above his head as he steps into the familiar room and his balance falters for a second, causing him to stumble forward with a few clumsy steps. the same light laugh from before plays on repeat before his body collapses onto a soft mattress and he rolls over sheets and pillows until finding a position on his side of the bed. that’s right, his side, the one he assigned himself after only a few nights in this room. yingxing deserves it, or so he thinks, and enjoys the idea of claiming what is his in more ways than one. 

“ considering how often you like to drink, with me might i add, i think you might like drunk me. ” playfulness is laced into his tone as he looks over, half of his face buried in a soft pillow, feet dangling off the bed. yingxing motions lazily for dan feng to join him, tugging at the blanket to make room. “ perhaps you even fancy me ? you should. i’m quite spectacular, i know. ah, it’s alright, you can tell me, i will keep your secret. ”

After lying lazily around, Yingxing seems much more composed now, as if the buzz of alcohol had weakened just a little. Technically speaking, Dan Feng could perform cloudhymn healing magic to get them off this drunk stupor, but what is the meaning of getting drunk if not to enjoy it? Especially when such wonderful companions are around his person.

He still goes easy at his lover’s request. The High Elder had gotten his weight off Yingxing to let the man stand, and his eyes watch the hand outstretched before going for the feet. Noticing that Yingxing is not losing balance, he decides it will be safe to trust himself to him— if only for a moment.

“Don’t make me repent on my invitation this soon,” grumbles him back at Yingxing’s provocation of taking his blankets to himself. It’s not like they even sleep away, given that Dan Feng loves to cuddle, pressing Yingxing between his arms and wrapping himself around him. The blankets have much less heat than Yingxing’s body. As they make their way back to the manor, his hands shift to Yingxing’s hips instead. He’s pretty worried that his favorite human will end up struggling sooner or later, so better prevent it. With his lover’s words about his drunken self, Dan Feng can’t help but smile, waving his head slightly. “I’ve seen you drunk before, Yingxing. This is not new.”

When they reach Dan Feng’s bedroom, the Vidyadhara helps Yingxing in and then shuts the door after himself, closing it. Just for precaution. Baiheng sleepwalking to Dan Feng’s (or anyone’s) bed is no news. “Do you want to take a shower before bed, to fresh up?”