#WELT

[qrbits]

gaming at the office 😎

[sunnbnn]

Ninja fever...

[rewuyuu]

[minart-was-taken]

Bnuy....

[largeonions]

breakfast on the express

[ohnogodpls]

I hope Welt likes the team I set up for him

[artexmachina]

"The Astral Express. Your friends smile warmly behind you."

[softboiled-egg]

Sunday’s first day on the astral express!

[zongzhii]

I hope 1.1 story update brings us a scene of welt just fucking dying internally. Peepaw mental breakdown arc. He can't run from these blond bitches

[poruvoron]

hsr tiny choochoos!!

[mrabubu]

Perfect team that will save the world

[dizzybizz]

i mean i did say i would do it so

[minart-was-taken]

Penacony was fun

[incorrecthsrchats]

I think she's biannual

[grymmalkin]

Random HSR chat maker things I made (most of them are just memes except for the sampard and ratiorine one )

[pinkeos]

Just moments with some of the HSR men

Characters: Aventurine, Blade, Sunday, Jing Yuan, Dr Ratio, Welt

Warning/s: Slight angst in blade and ratio's parts

Notes: this is my last post before i go offline for like a few hours until our wifi is back🫡

you were holding each other, lazing around in bed with nothing else to do for the day, when aventurine told you his name. kakavasha, he told you. and he told you to repeat his name when you first whispered it to him, the identity and name he kept hidden from everyone else sounds sweeter and better when it was you. ever since, it'd became a usual occurrence that he wouldn't turn to you when you call him by aventurine. the smile on his face when he turns to you after you call him by his real name is much better though.

blade doesn't even flinch when you gently wrap the bandages around his wound. he'd already told you before that it was unnecessary. that, against his will, the wounds would heal by themselves. but the frown on your face pinched at his heart, and so, he remained silent as you worked on patching him up. he doesn't like the look on your face, tears brimming in your eyes at the sight of his overlapping wounds. and so, he leans forward to wordlessly connect his lips with yours, his thumb wiping your tears away.

the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration was quite adorable in sunday’s eyes. he basked in your undivided attention and the tenderness of your touch. the halovian could feel how you thought of your every move as your fingers glided over the feathers of his wings, pruning him delicately and straining your ear for any sort of noise of discomfort from your lover. with a smile, he told you to relax. the way you slightly jumped at his sudden voice made him chuckle into his closed fist.

it was always satisfying for the general of the luofu to watch you skillfully brew tea, he'd told you many times that you could probably do it effortlessly with your eyes closed. you'd only roll your eyes at this and sit across him, engaging in a conversation about both past and future. the topic would stray from one thing to the other, from his old friends, to the current ones, and to a certain lieutenant. jing yuan would fondly talk about how much of a parent you were to yanqing, reveling in the redness of your cheeks at his flowery words.

you remembered the day the letter of invitation from the intelligentsia guild first came, and how ratio discarded his plaster head as he waited for you to finish reading through the paper. you were leaning against that headboard that day, reading before he came home and presented you with it. without a word, you spread your arms and he crawled onto the bed, leaning his head on your chest as your fingers ran through his hair. and he was thankful you didn't give him a look of pity, only understanding and love as you peppered his face with kisses.

your praises for the drawings plastered over welt's sketchbook were never empty, and the smile on your face and the blush on your cheeks when you come across his sketches of you never failed to make him smile as well. you’d offer to draw him yourself, and you'd shyly hand it over to him after you declared you were done. it doesn't matter your skill level, he was more than happy you wanted to draw him. you continue flipping through his sketchbook, listening to him talk about some of them, his voice eventually lulling you to sleep with how soothing it was and with the warmth of his embrace.