#*honkai

[octocchino]

[freyzrc]

# 131 Ratio done! Can't wait to finish this series! :D 🌻 Aventurine version 🌼 Sunday version

[almonds-nsfw-world]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ I still remember you - Yingxing (Blade)

.ೃ࿐𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : ̗̀➛ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

༉‧₊˚. summary → Being on the Luofu once more despite his new status, Blade finds himself at the place of your final rest...his heart yearning to rest besides you once more.

༉‧₊˚. pairing → Yingxing / Blade x gn! reader

༉‧₊˚. status → pre-established relationship, married, romantic

༉‧₊˚. situation → sexual encounter, memory, mentions of death, blood, he blames his self, his mara stirs, angst

His arms tightened themselves around the blade he held close to his chest while the crimson of his eyes stared down at the stone that protrudes out from within the soft waves of the sand. The smell of the water filling his nose as his gaze shifted the next stone beside it, resting within the sand that swayed along to the soft breeze of the air.

He closed his eyes, a soft grunt spilling from his lips, "Even after so long, you're still here." He slowly raised his eyelashes, gazing upon the name inscribed to the stone that's turned blunt from age...your name.

"I'm sorry, I failed you. That I failed our promise. I may have forgotten most...but I remember it", his voice rough like the edges of your stone...the very one he had placed down for you after he buried you within the warmth of the golden sands. A grunt escaped him as his jaw had clenched, exhaling deeply, "I still remember you."

His hand moved towards his sword hilt, drawing it from his grasp only to be holding it limp beside him while he crouched down, allowing his other to graze itself along the rough stone...tracing the outlines of your carved out name.

His heart could only tighten and twist uncomfortably no matter how straight his face was...no matter how icy the blackness of his pupils remain - even now as he replayed the memory that would be forever engrained into his mind...into Yingxing's mind.

A laugh escaped your lips as his fingers calloused from the forge traced the skin along your ribs. His lips curling upwards against your neck while a hum vibrated from within his chest. "It's true. Don't laugh at me", he pulled away from your neck, cupping your cheek, "I promise, we'll be together forever. I'll even have my grave beside your own. I can't have my spouse away from me now."

"We just got married and now you're talking about us being buried together?", you wrapped your leg around his waist, cupping his cheek with a soft giggle, "so morbid." "It's not morbid, it's a fact", he smirked at him, allowing his fingers to trail across your stomach. He felt your breath hitch and it only stoked the fires to his built up pride, "and the fact is that I love you. Deeply and truly. My muse, my lover and my heart." His lips brushed against your own, a smile gracing his features. "You flatter me too much, Yingxing", you teasingly pouted, pulling back to gaze into this deep, violet eyes of his that were dazzled in the blue of the sea.

"I don't flatter you enough", he hoarsely whispered, smashing his lips against your own once more, his desire stirring once more as his fingers reached upwards to knot themselves into your hair, positioning himself above you while his cock stirred along your walls once more. A groan could only fall from his throat, making him reluctantly pull back, "I promise. We'll be beside one another forever. Until we're old and grey...until we find one another in the next life and the next." His hips rolled themselves against your own, a moan spilling from your lips before he silenced you with a searing kiss - leaving no doubt in your mind how much he cherished you.

"I'm sorry", he whispered, a pain striking through his soul, causing a grunt to leave him while he arose to his feet - his eyes glancing to the stone beside your own...one empty of any rotting body that should've been intertwined with your own. That should've been intertwined in your grasp...seeking solstice in hopes to be with you in the next history you both shall make.

...

Blood splattered upon the soft gold of the glistening sand, a deep exhale and a moan of pain could be heard from him as the sight of his broken blade was pierced into his chest...into his scarred heart.

His breathing was rugged, his eyes staring at the carved name that read, 'Yingxing.'

"Bladie?", Kafka's voice caused him to bring his fingers to the hilt, pulling out the sword as the sight of his blood splattered into the air...staining the grave where a man who was once in love was supposed to lay.

But Blade couldn't help but stare at the two tombstones he had placed and made himself...staring with a longing that begged to slither through the harshness of his sealed face.

His lips tightened themselves together before he turned towards Kafka, "Manipulate me. The mara is starting to awake again."

His mind felt as though he was being torn apart at the memory he had to relive once more...the aching far worse than the pain of his blade that was etched into his heart.

Kafka stared at him knowingly, crossing her arms over her chest as her purplish eyes softly gazed at him, "Are you sure?" His eyes casted a glance at her over his shoulder, his jaw clenching before he brought his eyes back to your name upon the stone, his hand tightening around his hilt.

"Yes."

©2024 almond, do not steal, use or repost elsewhere.

[xi-chan]

Pink Carnation

[Spoilers for Boothill's backstory]

sypnosis: Boothill spending a nice sunny evening with his family pairings: Boothill x fem!reader tags: established relationship, pre-cyborg Boothill, Boothill snd his adoptive daughter, reader is referred to 'mama' by them, fluff and angst A/N: why is everyone's lives destroyed by the IPC

"Nono, place this finger here, and 'yer other one here..." Boothill placed his daughter's fingers on the strings, and laughed with her as she failed to hold them in place again. He sat on a patch of grass with her on his lap underneath an old tree that has been growing on the farm for many, many years.

As his daughter tried again to play the strings, he remembered why this place- underneath this tree- was so meaningful to him. He met you here, a few years ago. A warm breeze went through his bangs, and an actual nice sound emerged from the guitar, a sound his daughter made. Much better than the last few times, he thought.

Her eyes were filled with light as she turned her little head to him, a wide grin as she raised her arms in joy, "dada! dada!" he laughed loud, raising his daughter high by the arms, the sunlight reflecting her wide smile. "That's some talent 'yer have! Don't become better than me though, 'yer hear?" she squealed in his arms as he engulfed her in his arms. His favourite sound- his daughter's joy.

"Seems like you two are having fun." your voice made Boothill perk his head up, smiling leisurely once he saw you. A low-bun, a white tunic and an orange apron wrapped around your waist- no matter what you wore or how you made your hair, no matter how healthy or how sick you were, you were always perfect in his eyes.

"Would 'yer look at that, pumpkin, mama's here." Boothill poked his daughter's cheek and she squealed again before clumsily trying to get out of his grasp. "mama!" she gasped, and Boothill showed some mercy, letting her go to walk to you.

Her little shuffle was adorable, you thought to yourself, which was to be known, since she just learned to walk. You crouched down to her height level, "hey- you're doing good! Come to mama!" and you spread your arms wide and she was even more determined to reach you. "Mama!" she repeated, but once she was almost in your arms, Boothill suddenly picked her up, placing her on his shoulders.

"ah, 'yer were so close! T'is a shame." she squeaked before laughing again, warming your heart. You giggled softly as you rose up back to your feet, with your lover now in front of you. "You're not very nice, she almost had it" you joked and he simply laughed again, "She learns better this way- I was taught like this." he said, before crouching down a tiny bit to kiss you on the cheek.

"Fine, fine, but don't do it too often. She might feel discouraged." you berated him and he nodded, but it seems like his attention was on the little girl. You shook your head to yourself but were still smiling as you swiftly took Boothill's hat from his head and placed it on your own, giving him a quick wink, to which he smiled. You just loved the two of them so much.

"So, has mama made us some dinner? Would be quite disappointed if she didn't, 'yer agree, pumpkin?" Boothill nudged his daughter softly with his head and she nodded her head profusely. "Dinner!" you could hear her stomach rumbling and nodded yourself. "It's finished! That's the reason I came to get you. Pork chops with Scalloped Potatoes- sound tasty enough?"

"Well, if I ain't dreaming. Another wonderful dish of 'yer mama, you agree?" your daughter clapped her hands in joy and was urging Boothill to go faster, her hunger really couldn't be stopped.

"Oh- wait, the guitar! Walk up ahead, I'll get it." you patted him on the shoulder before running up to the tree again and picking up the guitar your daughter had played with. Once you turned your back again, you saw the two of them standing still in the middle of the farm.

"What 'yer saying, pumpkin? Think mama can catch us with your guitar?" your daughter raised her arms, repeating "yes, yes!" and you sighed to yourself knowing another game of tag would happen. It was almost a daily occurrence, one of you was holding your daughter while the other one chased. Once the game ended, it was truthfully time for dinner.

You laughed as you ran up to them with the guitar in hand while holding the cowboy hat and keeping it in place on your head. Before you touched Boothill, he swiftly moved a hair away, and ran away from you with your daughter bouncing on his shoulders. "You know I always lose!" you shouted, running up behind them. "C'mon sweetie- help mama catch papa!"

"hey! 'yer ain't cheating!" Boothill shouted back as he continued to run from you. He was playing- you knew that. If he wanted to, Boothill could run as fast as he could and you'd be out of breath shortly after. "It's not cheating, dear! It's called cooperation!"

The three of you laughed as you ran to the ranch, the sun setting and the delicious smell of dinner lingering in the air.

-

Terror, anxiety, loneliness, darkness, rage- these feelings didn't dissipate with his physical body, but remained within the mechanical shell in a different manner- and they were even heavier than before.

He heard the call of the dead, smelled the scent of something being charred, the whirl of machinery buzzed around his ears, and the new blue blood flew towards his thirsty heart... Some cruel memories resurfaced as the unforgettable hatred turned into a weak light in the darkness.

he could never forget the sea of flames... the sight of the land scorched in black... and the loss of his loved ones.

The ones he called his family.

[animekpopsimp]

Trouble Sleeping (Dan Heng x Fem reader)

You laid in your bed, eyes wide open as you stared up at the ceiling. No matter how much time had passed, or how tired you felt, sleep still somehow alluded you. After just a moment more of laying there, you stood up from your bed and exited your room. The Astral Express was quiet, everyone else being fast asleep by now. Careful not to make too much noise, you made your way over to Dan Heng's room. Knocking just loud enough for him to hear, you waited for an answer. Not long after, your boyfriend opened the door, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he spotted you standing there. A tiny, almost unnoticeable smile appeared on Dan Heng's face seeing you.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked in a quiet voice, in response, you simply nodded. He thought you were absolutely adorable when you were sleepy, though he wouldn't say it out loud. He didn't say anything else, simply stepping aside, letting you step inside his room. After quietly closing the door, he followed you as the two of got into his bed. He let you cuddle close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist as you rested your head on his shoulder. He laid his head on yours, feeling himself relax. He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, as you both laid there, the two of you quickly fell asleep in each other's arms.

[sapphireicecream]

🎯

[starlessvsaint]

"The night is still... to short..." "The dream... is over."

[pridewishes]

♔ || BOOTHILL ICONS

250x250 || asexual || bordered circle

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[kurnik201]

I think I should draw more sketches so as not to be exhausted by full-fledged art works

[priestessoffurina]

She said control yourself lesbian

[dgiterart]

🎼🎶May my songs gift you with pleasant dreams🎶🎼

[hehek]

[almonds-nsfw-world]

✨Boothill Enamel Pin Design ✨

I so badly want to get this made, I'm going to see if I can get it mad at a jeweller I know and see how much it costs and then sell it to you 🤭

It took me so long to get right but I hope you enjoy this design, I've never drawn anything like this before so it's a very new style to me 😅

I'm quite happy with how it turned out 😏

©2024 almond, do not steal or repost elsewhere.

[freyzrc]

# 130 aaa jingyuan version done~ i'll make a full hsr set for these stickers for upcoming con and online merch store! ♥ ♥ Sunday version

[octocchino]

[shuuenka]

.you are the sunlight that rose again in my life