#dan heng rambles

[lynxacratic]

Not sure if this has been said before but I feel like Dan Heng says this a few times in the story. I like to think that he says this because he’s worried that one of his Vidyadhara features (the elven ears or some scales) are showing.

It’s probably not that deep, but I like to overthink things :3

[marbl3z]

Dan Heng rambles

i. ok listen, i know - i just did a fic with him, but- ok so. heres a funny story,

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i love him a lot,, iM SOrRY

sfw and nsfw. 18+

SFW

Dan heng who seems to be so put together and reserved to everyone else but melts against your hugs. Prefers having his head on your chest, his ear listening to your heart. but he does not mind if the roles were switched, he'll hold you against his chest and kiss the top of your head.

He loves when you hold his hand when no one is looking, squeezing it gently when you notice his anxiety. He loves when you guys are cuddling you play with his hair. Kissing and twirling it around your fingers, the gentle scent of the shampoo he uses filling your senses.

he adores it when you get pouty at him because he stayed up too late entering stuff into the data banks. You'll pull him away from his work, pulling his head against your chest, giving him gentle head scratches and laying down on his futon with him in your arms.

Dan heng swears he never gets sick as he is always cautious. But every now and then, he'll get a common cold, or the flu. And he'll refuse for you to touch him as he doesn't want you to become sick as well, but the moment you have your arms around him, or the moment you're so close to him, spoon feeding him soup you made in the kitchen. His heart flutters and he can't help but ignore the sickness, and ask for one kiss, or one hug. (It's never just one)

hes such a nervous lover, hes scared you'll get hurt by him or his past. he's slow and patient (i may expand on this ehe), he'll treat you as if you were a sacred treasure for him, and him only. his lips are sensitive and when you kiss him it feels 10x warmer and softer.

he gets cold easily, he doesnt complain though. he'll just wrap a blanket over his lap and continue working in the databank, if you're there with him, he'll subtly scoot over to you and continue reading. eventually it'll turn into cuddling, his arms around your waist, his face buried in your neck. soft and gentle touches make his heart swell, brushing your lips on his knuckles, booping his nose with your own, forehead nuzzles, everything, it makes him feel so soft and he loves you more and more.

"starlight", "love", "sweetie", those petnames he'll use when its just the two of you, in a soft setting, holding his hand. cuddling, even before you two go to sleep, he'll call you any of those.

(18+ nsfw, mdni)

"baby", "Honey", and any of the likes, he'll use when you two are sharing a very intimate moment together. he'll be out of breath, whining and moaning against your lips, his large hand wrapped around your waist, hugging you against him. he'll be gentle, he doesnt fuck, he makes love in my opinion.

he'll be so lost in the pleasure he'll babble on about how much you mean to him, how good it feels, he's never felt this way before. its overwhelming for him, he'll leave soft kisses on your face and neck.

he'll whisper in your ears how close he is, his hips would stutter, his rhythm would falter, he begs you to cum with him. calling you his pretty lover, his sweetheart, his sweet baby. he'll kiss your lips, moaning breathlessly in your mouth, poor thing falls apart in your arms.

"love, please- i'm, ah- im so close," he whimpers in your ear, one hand on your hips, bringing you closer to him as he thrusts inside of you. the other caressing your face, listening to every moan and whimper you emit.

you call him your good boy, and he'll just LOSE IT. his eyes flutter close, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his grip on your hips would tighten for a moment. the rocking of his hips would stutter so much, he'll bite his lip to stop a loud moan. a muffled whimper as you give him sweet praises. your hands on his thighs.

"you're doing so well," he'll whimper, as he reaches closer to his climax. "my good boy, loving me so well," you coo in his sensitive ear. "i'm so close- Dan heng.." you moan wrapping your arms around him, hugging his body. "f-fuck, dan heng..!" you tighten around him, he'll press his body against yours, his cock twitching inside of you. his naval pressed so sweetly against your body, his body rubbing against your sensitive genitalia.

"c-cum for me, you're so good- s-so pretty.." he'll smash his lips against yours, rubbing your tip/clit as you near your orgasm.

"I-i love y-you, D-Dan heng," you breath out, your back arches as he hits your sweet spot. you tighten around him so much he can barely move. his eyes widen, watching your body arch, your blunt nails digging into his muscles, your blissful expression and your breathy moan.

his orgasm follows suit after yours, his hips faltering to a stop, a loud high pitched moan escapes his mouth as he buries his head in your chest. he's out of breath, he'll be so wobbly in the knees unsure if he can sit up to pull out of you. you press a gentle kiss on his neck, smiling softly at him catching his breath.

he'll eventually pull out of you, hissing lightly as he moves his hips back. he'll try to resist the urge to just lay down on top of you, he'll groggily put his boxers on and run to grab a warm towel to clean you up, kissing you sweetly and whispering sweet things in you ear as you tiredly help assist him in cleaning you up.

once you're cleaned he'll help you dress in comfortable clothes, his shirt or his pajama pants, or both. laying next to you, watching your expressions relax as you melt in his arms. you reassuring him that he didnt hurt you, and you love him so so much makes his heart swell, he has to hold back tears because he's so happy.

you two fall asleep entangled in each others arms, sweet dreams and gentle heartbeats. the world can wait, the only thing that matters is you and him.

OH AND HE REALLY LIKES WHEN YOU BOTHER HIM LOVINGLY-

im sorry its so long i love him a lot and i kind of went off during the nsfw part- gaahh!! /pos

[ashcherryash]

Thinking about how Dan Heng is kinda like a working dog; if he doesn’t have a task he’ll get restless and freak out. Welt and Himeko knew this and gave him multiple tasks (being the Express’ guard and putting him in charge of the data bank) so he didn’t go bonkers. He’s so protective of the crew (especially of March 7th and the Trailblazer) and always stays in front of them in situations where he thinks it could go south. Even though the crew can handle most stuff on their own when it comes to combat, his guard dog tendencies are always there. I love him so much.

[falling-star-cygnus]

sometimes a family is an eccentric Knight of Beauty, a spray paint Ninja, a traumatized Dragon, and an alcoholic Cowboy

[eveshsrramblings]

Joining HSR back in early November of 2024 was arguably the worst time to possibly get into the game for a spoiler free playthrough. I join the game, a dude named Inhibitor Lunae is staring back at me. He is clearly a sluttified version of my cool new secretive pal Dan Heng. Alright cool, guess I know what he was hiding. Next banner is a gay man and Acheron. Cool! I’m sure it’s not important that her hair turns white and she’s Nihility path. Sunday is up next, no idea who that is- oh he’s an express member in the future? Cool, I’m sure he’ll be a delightful little guy to meet and won’t be up to anything even potentially sinister. Fugue? Hey she looks a lot like Tingyun. She is Tingyun? Oh cool I literally just watched Tingyun die 5 minutes ago. No idea how that‘s gonna work but yeah sure why not

[akutasoda]

"letters to the one i loved"

love comes silently, creeping up on you

if you dont catch it, it slips away as quick as it arrived

leaving regret and longing in it's wake

dear yingxing,

if only today, you were the one i loved but you didn't love me then

╰➜ "i found my heart, i found your heart, and it's still beating" -- you two were denser than rocks, is what dan feng thought. and now looking back on all those years you realise just what could've been, but it's too late now... (wc : 2.4k)

dear aventurine,

must you always hide behind a facade, it hurts more than just yourself

╰➜ “the longer you wait, the closer you get to suffocating” -- love wasn't necessary to be a stoneheart, and so he buried it deep beneath facade's. so far below that he couldn't recognise the signs of love even when they were staring right at him. (wc : 1.8k)

dear veritas,

your intelligence holds no bounds, but you couldn't spare a thought for me

╰➜ "i think i was born wanting more, i think i was born missing you" -- he always brushed you off, pushing you further and further to keep you out of the way. yet when he sees you with someone else, he lets the bitter jealousy get the best of him - and for the first time, he thinks with his heart, not his brain. but it's too late. (wc : 1.6k)

dear dan heng,

if you'd look past winter memories, spring would welcome you easier

╰➜ "it's always the wrong thing when it's me saying it" -- dan heng was one of your best friends, although maybe it should've stayed that way between the two of you. you weren't destined to be anything more than but knowing that would drive you both further apart than ever imagined. (wc : 1.6k)

tbh this was only meant to be a yingxing fic but these other guys have been rotting in my brain so they can suffer too ^^ (i also want an excuse to write multiple fics ans i loved the premise for yingixing's!) shouts to @/tragedy-of-commons for dan hengs note thing-

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn, @https-sourlimes <3 + open to anyone else just ask ^^

[nntssy]

i like how in the trial Dan Heng is like: remember what you told me before i parted the sea at Scalegorge Waterscape

and Mydei (who literally can't die, btw): you did what

imagine Dan Heng goes full DHIL in the current arc again (3rd time is a charm, lol), and the amphoreans are like

[springyswingys]

ANDREW INSANE RAMBLES #2: Sampo bossfight concept, clones, and possession? Hello again my friends! I just finished drawing this like... right now, so I'm gonna go on another rant about a sampo bossfight concept I came up with. If you didn't see my first ramble, it will explain a little bit better how everything works. Basically Sampo is Aha Aeon of Elation and misses his dead god yaoi Akivili greatly but!!! helping the express is still important cause the nameless are Akivili's crew. Best way to help people while still being like a real freak about it? Make them all fight you in a strange and off putting boss battle where the entire time the express crew is being injured for 99% health, instantly healed, and given buffs. Giving the trailblazer your gaze is not allowed unless they beat your mildly terrifying boss battle with strange clones of you that follow your every command. Idk I think making the trailblazer do a really strange boss battle in order to get elation path would be funny. Like you're still actively fighting an Aeon and shit, but it's honestly chill cause the guy you're fighting is just healing you to full and buffing you every turn because he misses his dead yaoi from like 500 years ago from whatever.

[ruanmnei]

thinking about how pretty dan heng would look like as he’s balls deep in you… like eyes tearing up, red tinted cheeks as he fucks you into oblivion, pussy so good bro just HADD TO CRY🙏

[jennifer-jeong]

Smut + Fluff | GN!Reader Warmth

SUMMARY A warm late afternoon with your one and only

CONTENT NSFW, 18+, smut, fluffy smut, gender neutral reader, kissing, nipple play, mostly suggestive, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

WORD COUNT: 554

I wrote this with them in mind: KAMO CHOSO, GOJO SATORU, ASTARION, DAN HENG, AVENTURINE

It’s late afternoon and the golden sun seeps warmth in through the windows of your bedroom. You walk in with your boyfriend and he falls onto the bed with a sigh, tired from the day and relaxing into the plush blankets. He’s sideways on the bed, legs dangling off while you change into pajamas. You turn around and smile at his sleepy self. You make your way over to climb over him and straddle him before laying your face down on his chest. Your hands are flat on his chest as you enjoy this moment together.

You give his collarbone some pecks before kissing up his neck, just wanting to show him some love. But soon it turns into a makeout session, your hands reaching up to hold his face while his hands snake down your waist to grab at your ass, making goosebumps rise where his hands slide over. You moan into his mouth while he kneads the plush of your ass. Your tongues swirl together as you taste each other like you’re starving. The kiss continues to get more heated as you tangle fingers into his hair and lightly tug. His hands slide back up your body to pull your shirt up. Even though it's just the skin of your back, him just touching you turns you on. He eventually ghosts over your nipples with his thumbs and it makes you shiver. It’s so much more intense since it’s a bundle of nerves but also because he’s made you so hot and sensitive. The pleasure pools in your core quickly and it makes you more and more needy.

You grind down on him and pull back as he gives you a light moan in response. Saliva connects your puffy lips together as you both breathe heavy, the air feeling hotter and heavier than a few moments ago.

You look down to see an obvious tent in his pants which makes you exhale hard. Knowing that his body is reacting this way because of your ministrations, just does something to you.

“S-sorry…” he says bashfully as his cheeks heat up and he turns his head away from you.

His head stays turned but his eyes look back at you, embarrassed but needy, awaiting your response.

“Why are you apologizing?” You question while smiling, giving him a peck on his cheek.

You slide down his body, hands trailing over his chest and stomach as you situate yourself near his core.

He props himself up on his elbows to watch you, eyebrows upturned, desperate to feel you but not knowing if he should vocalize it.

“Why don’t you let me take care of you?” You ask, fingers hooking under the band of his pants and boxers. You hold eye contact with him and his breath hitches. “Let me make you feel good,” you lower your voice seductively, still looking up at him with doe eyes. He swallows hard as you continue to pull his pants down.

“Fuck,” he says, throwing his head back. “Love you s’much darling,” he looks back at you, stroking a hand through your hair “I’ll take good care of you after, too.”

The sun continued to slowly set while you indulged in each other, golden hues illuminating your skin as desperate whispers of love spewed from your lips over and over.

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || Thank you for reading! ||

[lynxacratic]

Cooking smth up about Dan Heng and how despite him coming off as lonely and closed off, he’s probably the one who cherishes the others the most… That previous line from Argenti’s CQ I mentioned earlier (“it’s alright, we’re in this together), his skill in the cosmic home decor event being the fact that you can submit anyone’s report and it would count toward the points (kinda forgot how it exactly works LOL), and his join party lines where he reassures us that he has our back (DHIL join party line) and where he threatens blade to keep his distance from us… Fake emo I saw you SMILING I SAW YOU CARING… He lost the IDGAF war…

[noxiousr0se]

I very very deeply would like to know what exactly is happening here. I haven’t played chess in years, but I’m pretty sure you can’t get six pawns all lined up like that. Do neither of them know how to play or is Dan Heng just messing with March after realizing she had no clue what was going on? He’s either extremely confused or highly amused and I NEED to know which.

[saucysquared]

I asked this on my Twitter but I'm curious

To my fellow HSR shippers, am I the only one who like, isn't into renheng?

Like Dan Heng states multiple times he's not Dan Feng, and I'm all for the trope of previous lovers completely changed to the point that they're completely different people, but it feels off to ship Dan Feng's reincarnation with a "former lover"??

Idk I'm curious about y'all's opinions from both sides tbh

[falling-star-cygnus]

why is this event reading Dan Heng to filth 😭 -> give him a break for ONE patch, pretty please

[ahomeganeyatsu]

Having the dialogue option where Caelus says he can just room with one of them feeds so much into my hc that Caelus sleeps in Dan Heng's room.

BUT KNOWING HE HAS A WHOLE ASS APARTMENT NOW??? Dan Heng better be sleeping in that big ass bed he has in that room.

Caelus better drag that boy up there and cuddle the heck outta him.

[a-little-lostmoon]

Currently thinking abt Jingliu’s story quest, spoiler’s ahead beware —

I’m thinking about how much of an impact Jingliu’s torture had on Blade and how fucking devastated Jingliu must’ve been to go through with it. I’m thinking about how Yingxing must’ve still been reeling from the new effects of the abundance and his possible regret and grief for ending up as the very thing he hated and swore to fight against—

I’m thinking about the way Jingliu must have chased him down after hearing or- or seeing and experiencing them attempt that resurrection and feeling utterly betrayed by two of her closest friends— two people who were supposed to be Baiheng’s closest friends— (How could they do that, how could they do that, how could they do that?!) —and swinging her sword, the Shard Sword (the one he made— the one he gave to her), at him mindlessly and hurt, with the intent to make Yingxing feel the same way.

I’m thinking about how Yingxing must’ve first felt when he died — the first taste of nothingness to cleanse him of the utter agony of devastation and grief, and then the horrible feeling of everything when he was resurrected again. I think about the way Yingxing, so open and honest, feeling so deeply, must’ve ley out a sob when his chest began to heave again. I think about the way Jingliu must’ve watched with tears of frustration and agony shining in her own eyes. (You did this to yourself. I failed by not stopping you but you and Yinyue-jun were the ones who disgraced her memory first — you have no right to cry like that!)

I think about the way Jingliu must’ve made a conscious effort to destroy his hands— his pride and joy, the ones that made the Shard Sword she turned against its creator. I imagine her throwing it on the ground after the first— or one of the first few of his many deaths, telling him to “Rise” and “Stand” to face her, forcing him to fight over and over again living over a hundred deaths as punishment for what he did.

I think about the way ‘Yingxing’ must’ve slowly died in this process of hours or days of endless torture and punishment with his heart as an artist splayed out and destroyed, flesh bared and heart unbeating as the artist in his mind marvels at the beauty and fantastical agony that became his existence until he no longer thinks; mind rewritten with Jingliu’s preachings of “The three who must pay the price.” and her merciless sword techniques and lessons. I think of how Yingxing, the existence that he was, had truly been killed and warped in all the suffering Jingliu imparted on him — and I wonder how they could ever mend that bridge again.

I think about Jingliu stopping only after the hundredth death as now Blade stands on steady feet with muscle memory from the past nth deaths until Jingliu turns her back with her final lesson and parting words; satisfied, but not fulfilled, by the way she’s carved her presence and regrets into Blade’s mind and body irreversibly. I think about the way she spared ‘mercy’ to him by leaving him astray and to escape the Xianzhou and Luofu. I think about the effort it must’ve taken Blade to chose aimless wandering over eternal sentence… or maybe that too had been Jingliu’s choice.

I think about Jingliu, walking away with nothing but white noise and mara screams, echos of the past, filling her mind until her body gives out from restless days of fighting Blade, forcing onto him the punishment she so strongly believed he deserved — because she couldn’t rest until the lesson had finally set in, what kind of teacher would she have been if she had? I’m thinking about the way her body collapses to the ground like a puppet cut from its strings with no one to catch her and no one to see her at her weakest as she mourns for everything they once had but can never have again because of what they did. Because of what all of them have become.

And finally, I think about the reports that must eventually reach Jing Yuan at the divine seat of foresight. I think about the way he must feel; knowing one of his friends is irreversibly dead and the other three have torn each other apart in that grief. I think about how destroyed he must be, choosing between his duty and his lovers— but finding all too much fault in the choices they made and the suffering they have caused. I think about the decisions he would have to make and the punishment he’d have to invoke on Dan Feng becoming Dan Heng in spite of his emotions, because he is the last one left. And if no one else can remain on the Luofu then he must be the one to carry their memories.

I think that the High Cloud Quintet are irreversibly scarred by themselves and by each other, and I wonder how they’ll ever be able to mend things.