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𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 — Everything has to be in order to make this trip worth it. In one hand you had a bag full of supplies. Water and food with bits of medical equipment in case you get in trouble that was running low. A journal with some sort of entertainment to write about your travels. It’s always been like this for an while and you were fine with just that.

But, there had been unexpected hiccups in your wandering adventure so you opted to have another item on you. A wagon that you had gotten (scammed) from a man who was a local of another planet. He didn’t really look like a local, just some random visitor. You didn’t really have any other option than to choose some wagon that could possibly hold anything and everything you needed.

By that, anything could mean an grown man that was knocked out who was incidentally bleeding out slowly on your wagon. When you had stumbled upon him, his wounds were deep and he was bleeding vaguely fast. You couldn’t leave him on the ground with abominations running rampent around the place and you didn’t know if you had enough time to get help before he died from the wounds inflicted. So you did the best thing you could think of.

You had done the best you could to tend to his wounds without using up all of your supplies. Getting your hands covered in blood wasn’t on your list for the day, but it didn’t really matter at the moment. You just hoped that they would focus more on the injured man on your wagon than the fact that it looks like you had murdered him. You were too young to go to jail.

Getting a good look at his appearance, you couldn’t place where exactly you had seen him before. He was on his side where the wound wasn’t located on. Though his blueish, raven hair covered parts of his face. You couldn’t focus on that now. You just had to get him some help at the moment.

It was a torturous one hour of having to wait out monsters strolling by, wheeling the wagon to one place to another without the worry of him falling out and going up the little hills that could possibly mean danger on the other end. It was horrible taking those shortcuts that you were extra weary.

But thankfully, the wagon had held up long enough to come across an small little store. You nearly felt like collapsing in the process of relief that you found the store in time, but at the same time it was one that had an automatic system mandating it. An AI that you had no trouble with. But it was a buggy one with major and minor difficulties with one being that you couldn’t call for help.

You did have a plan in mind to get through this. Which took nearly forever with washing the blood and getting bandages, medicine, and other things needed.

“Will that be all?”

“Yeah…..”

It was wrong to leave the guy out in the back of the store with semi-untreated wounds. Fast tapping against the glass counter as the robot had process everything that you had purchased. Nearly 50 credits but it would be worth it. You cautiously glanced out the door for anyone else coming in and also at the robot that took forever to get everything.

“Have an go—“

No time to let the clerk finish its sentence. You felt bad but it wouldn’t possibly matter right now. Rummaging through the bag as you sped walk back over to where you last left the wagon, but as you rounded the corner there was… nothing. Nobody. The man was gone.

The only thing that was evidence of his existence was the bloodied bottom of the wagon. And a neatly folded paper at the corner of the wagon that was free of blood. You plucked it up from its spot, unfolding it with careful care.

“Thanks for taking care of Bladie <3”

Confusing and a bit weird. No other word that could tell who it was from. A friend of ‘Bladie’s’ you had assumed. You shoved note back into one of the pockets of your jacket and took an small blanket to cover up the top of it. The smell would draw attention but for now would do it. Just as long as you didn’t run into anyone.

It wasn’t till much later you gotten into another spot where you could rest your legs. Hopefully taking the time to clean the blood from the wagon. You couldn’t stop thinking about the man and the note left behind. The name was familiar, and the man as well.

Looking up you found a poster plastered on the rocky wall in front of you. The picture of the man that you had found with an bounty and information about him. Your stomach dropped as you took in the information.

“Damn… I helped a wanted criminal”

The possible thought of getting into trouble loomed over you. Though it would be a funny little story to mention to your friends. You were too distracted by that to noticed that there was an purple sticker stuck on the side of your wagon.

#— ghouul frights #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade hsr x reader #more or less platonic #small mention of kafka and silver wolf #wagon. #basically taking some lyrics from the song cause i randomly remembered the mv #hsr blade drabble #hsr blade x reader

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stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women

"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!

#I’ve honestly had it with this app #the amount of blogs I’ve had to block who do stuff like this is insane #especially with the Blade x reader tag #people are genuinely disgusting idc if I’m being ‘sensitive’ or not #tw sa mention #tw r4p3 #louder for the people in the back

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My hyperfixations are hitting me like an train that goes on for miles and miles and miles

#— ghouul rambles #RAAHHH

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I legit have no idea just words piling up

#— ghouul rambles

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𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 — Blade was one who you never expected to be with. Being part of the Stellaron Hunters has its ups and downs. The first months were light for you since you were sticking with Kafka. Occasionally Sam or Silverwolf would tag along if they were needed, rarely it was Blade. You didn’t push immediately to form some sort of relationship with him. You’d rather kept at a safe distance from the swordsman till the time was ready. Which was sooner than expected.

The inner turmoil sparked within him at the beginning. His goal was directly towards death. Taking every opportunity to throw himself into battle without any repercussions. During the few days he was developing feelings, he took precautions onto what he chose to battle whenever you were near. Protecting you was one of his priorities as it was for everyone else he was around. Kafka would often point out how he seemed to be showing off at rare times.

You on the other hand had an entirely different goal than what Blade had. Only Elio knows what it was since he was the one you came to. Often you would refuse to speak on your lifelong wishes, but as far as anyone knows it’s one of the more tamer goals you had. Fighting wasn’t the main concern, but it was something else that was more off the field.

The habits with Blade started out subtle but it was beginning to become noticeable. There was a day where nobody had seen him. Not even Silverwolf. When you entered your shared room during the night, he was there. Standing there with an blank look on his face. You could’ve sworn he was there the entire day since he wasn’t part of the script. He acknowledged your presence when he saw the movement out of the corner of his eyes. And yet he stayed, wanting to be with you after being gone for so long.

Anywhere you would go, he was there somewhere within your presence. It only took a few seconds (actually three according to Kafka) before he was there by your side. He���s grown comfortable after some time to finally trust himself to be physically affectionate with you without the fear of harming you. Sometimes he would have his arm around your waist, his hand holding yours or just standing close to you to where you might lightly bump shoulders. He wasn’t the type to admit things out loud. Rather let actions speak louder for his words.

But another thing was he was silent as hell. You lost count of the amount of times he had scared you since he was silently follow you and wouldn’t warn you about anything. It’s just seems like he appears out of nowhere when he’s there the entire time. Just going out for some fresh air, he was leaning against the wall with his eyes fixated on you. Going to the kitchen for a snack, he’s already grabbing it for you when you were just looking for it a second ago.

At times you would back up and accidentally bump into him out of nowhere when you thought you were by yourself. You would ask him to at least give you some sort of sign that he was there. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t.

It rarely ends well when he comes back from mission in the middle of the night covered in blood.

#— nightly frights

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𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 — 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞

pairing! Blade ;; black gn!reader (They/them) ఌ angst, strained relationship, soulmate au (kinda) ఌ cw! spelling mistakes/improper grammar, ooc maybe, blood + violence mentions, possessive behavior, canon divergence, Blade having murderous thoughts ఌ synopsis! With fate bringing you two apart, destiny always has a way to bring you two back together

A karmic debt was known for repaying all the bad deeds you’ve done in your past. Whatever hell you’ve been put through in your previous life was catching up to quickly for you to keep yourself at bay. For every year that you’ve lived, the debt would become lighter and lighter. That’s what your first thought when the good things were showing up subtly aside from the hints of the sharp pains that would hit at random moments. The debt would take a toll on your physical well being during the early years of your life and even now. It wasn’t enough to classify that you were ‘dying’ but it wasn’t enough to let you off the hook from the feelings of someone’s sharp blade tearing into your skin. Twisting into an agonizing way that made it that the holder would want to see you suffer. Psychogenic pain is what you learned from an local healer/doctor.

You weren’t aware of the man who has been hunting you down the moment your name was brought up out of the blue.

Blade feels the mara stirring up within his body as he catches glimpse of you in an distance. Your weary eyes darting around the slowly emptied rush in an sense of worry. You knew something was off the moment you stepped into this certain place. Your comrades would try to ease your worries with reassuring words and gestures of safety. But nothing helped with your growing fear. There was an gnawing feeling of you being watched by someone but no matter where you look, it would disappear elsewhere.

He remained hidden within the shadows. Images that were blurry kept appearing anytime he turned his gaze over to you. He ignored the thoughts of approaching you and straight up snatching you from your comrades. Letting them watch helplessly as he took you away to a place where no one could help you. He wanted to watch your blood mix in with his in an eternal state that will keep you two together once more.

And just by seeing each other in the flesh was making the pain worse for you. The sword materializing in your hand within quick seconds to parry his attacks with your comrades being caught off guard at the scene at hand. A moment of the smallest slip up would lead to Blade plunging his sword directly into you to snuff away your life within seconds. No matter how your allies would attempt direct his attention away, he could only brush them off without sparing a glance as his eyes were focused on you and you only.

This was just the beginning of the chase. The debt that was supposedly becoming lighter felt like it was a bunch of heavy bags crushing you. Every encounter with Blade would only lead to the pain becoming worse. At random moments when you’re sitting either by yourself or being with friends would turn into moments of silent pain. The feeling of a sword stabbing into your chest for brief moments before the pain disappeared. Sometimes it would last for a few seconds, and times it would last for hours. Rarely even days.

The good things being just a vague memory for you. With no one to help you recollect the memories of your past life, you were left with no questions to answer about Blade. He would find ways to know exactly where you were. Even if you weren’t apart of the script this time, he might as well take his time to get rid of those who have dared laid their eyes upon you. You’d only come back to an bloodied mess of the one who you were helping out. The mangled body of the one innocent soul laying whilst Blade watches you silently. The both of you knew that soon enough you’ll be coming back to your comrades bodies dead and gone. It’ll be a matter of time when you finally belong to him.

#— nightly frights

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖 — He was everything you weren’t. You were everything he used to be. One being that was filled with light-hearted innocence of clean blood as the other was a blossom of the spilled blood from his hands. Opposites who somehow found each other within the vast universe would be considered an blessing. Despite the lives you two had lived and the troubles you had endured.

The time you shared together could only be a moment before your own downfall started. He was determined enough to stay far away from you despite the nagging desperate feelings he had when he was too far away. He was nothing more than an influence waiting to corrupt your life and eat away everything you had ever worked hard for. The dreams you held so high to chase would crash down in instant if he had continued to be around you.

And yet here he was within your presence. Blade’s eyes met yours in an instant as you stood in front of him. He didn’t dare make the first move anytime he was with you. His imposing strength always led to someone’s last breath being taken, and when he always made physical contact with you he felt as if you would shatter under his grasp. His touch was always hesitant with you. You always took initiative to bring him into your arms. To comfort him and bring him the peace that he had long forgotten.

“One day this’ll be our last dance together, dove” His fingers were intertwined with yours in slow seconds. Your gaze would never waver from him once he’s captured your attention.

You take the lead as you gently tugged him towards you. Now having both of his hands in yours, with a smile that was without fear or caution. Pure adoration on your face that he admired.

“I’ll make sure that this will be remembered for all eternity then”

#— nightly frights

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𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 — Argenti loved every aspect of you. He would be over exaggerating anytime he wasn’t able to see your face at any hour of the day. Gracefully stepping over to you the moment you even stepped foot into the room. Whispering compliments to you as he brings your hand up from your side, pressing light kisses onto the back of your hand.

His favorite aspect of you was your smile. The light in your eyes shining brighter when the corner of your lips tugged upwards to form that loving smile. He was quick to notice a little action that he was always searching for. Your hand tended to cover your face as you smiled and laughed. Turning away from the peering eyes of friends around. He would find himself leaning to the side to see why you were doing that.

That day he caught you off guard. The small dimples that graced your face had him gazing at you more than before. His hand gently grazing your face, which led you to become flustered as he leaned forward once more. Kissing you multiple times on the cheek, the room being filled with your soft laughter that was music to his ears.

He would be more than happy to see you smile. It would make his day to see it. Your happiness was important to him. Argenti would devote his lifetime to make sure you were safe and happy within his arms.

#— nightly frights

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 — the young vidyahara!reader who consistently followed the man who’s face is familiarized through the universe. A bounty higher than they can count at that age. He remains silent to ignore the little dragon who was more than curious to know more about it him.

He knows you. You knew him. He wishes he didn’t. You wished you didn’t did.

She points you out to him which practically forces him to acknowledge you. He was only here to aid in an mission, a script that has nothing to deal with you. And now here he was sitting with you, sitting perfectly still. There would be photos of how you were trying to copy him.

Were things going well on that planet? So well that he nearly found himself chasing you down desperate to find where you went. You were too far away for him to easily catch you. You were too far away to recognize the man who you thought would be your ‘protector’.

He couldn’t be of blame in that situation. Holding the sword that has cracks within it that was waiting to be reforged once more and hovering near the bodies that laid still. His mara-struck state was taking a toll. Which was worsening the longer you were absent from his presence.

The planet wasn’t to big nor to small. He had limited time to find you. He wasn’t the best with words, but for your sake he’ll be damned to lose you again.

“Wherever you are, I’ll explain things that should be saved for later. Just know that I’ll be here, (Name).”

#— nightly frights

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 — 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞

pairing! Blade ;; black fem!reader (she/they) ఌ implied relationship, comfort, fluff ఌ cw! Kissing, Blade is implied to be an rockstar + biker while mc is implied to be a mechanic, mentions/description of scars, Blade being a little clingy, ooc maybe, spelling mistakes/incorrect grammar, not proofread ఌ sypnosis! after everything, you’re the only one who he comes to no matter what

Xenos’s notes – art belongs to @/tiredceles_

It was an harmonic music that never ceases to stop.

Your hands trace the ends of the guitar that belonged to Blade. The sharp edges that threatened to jab at anyone’s skin if he decides to swing it at them. The maroon red coloring that encased the entire body of the guitar with golden outlines of spider lilies from one end of the instrument to the next. It fits him perfectly in some sort of sense.

You held it up properly in your arms. The smooth strings that you could tell was just a few more chords away from snapping and potentially scarring his hands again. Knowing him, he never lets anyone touch his guitar, not even the ones who are his band-mates. To a stranger who knew of him, it was surprising to witness someone hold it. Towards you, it was a sign of trust in his eyes.

“(Name)..”

Callous hands found their way around your waist line. His actions were as simultaneously to his voice once he had reached you. You nearly felt your heart jump at the sudden appearance of him. Blade rested his chin ontop of your head, nearly crushing you within his grip. He meant no harm at all but you had to elbow his side to remind him of his own strength.

With his grip loosening you gingerly placed the guitar back into its case. “When did you get here?”

“Just now”

You turned yourself around to now be face to face with Blade. And in return he lowers his head to the crook of your neck. His hair cascading over his entire face to make it impossible to see his face. He took in a few deep breathes at random moments as if your scent as if it was the only thing he needed. His tour was a little delayed due to the weather which gave more time for him to get back home and back to you. His impatience was shown from the chaste kisses he would give all over your neck.

“How bad was the damage?”

Just right before he left, his motorcycle was damaged. Wrong turn led to an altercation that left the bike damaged from the rear and the parts of the middle. It truly did need a check up even before it was damaged. You had offered to fix it up for him even if will take some time. Possibly even after he returns from his tour.

“It’s not so bad. Some parts got torn off but it was fixable”

He hums softly in response. His kisses trail up to your jawline, making sure to kiss every part of your face before he was torn away from your embrace once more. Behind closed doors he wasn’t usually this affectionate from being gone from too long, but this occasion was something he couldn’t handle without your presence around. Busy schedules was something he didn’t truly like. Neither did you.

“Blade”

Your voice broke him out of the temporary trance. Slowly he lifts his head up to an upright position. His eyebrows furrowed slightly but softens as he makes eye contact with you. The quiet atmosphere in the chaotic workshop was an thing that was near impossible to experience till the dead of night. But as long as he had you, what else is there.

“Did something happen?”

You were quick to catch onto the way he was embracing you. It was as if all his worries were nowhere to be found once you were near him in any sort of way. You knew he normally wasn’t like this but you couldn’t help but indulge in your curiosity. There was a short silence amongst the both of you before he finally spoke.

“Nothing happened,” Blade leans himself a little down to gently kiss the top of your head. “I missed you”

You gaze went over his face to at least try to get an reading on what he was feeling right now. His stoic expression that was described to be permanently stuck on his face even during performances. The way his amber eyes would occasionally stare you down no matter what you were doing from across the room.

Your eyes trailed down to the lower parts of his face. The rare times he had a smile on his face that only you can witness. The corner of his lips that was marked with an scar from an incident long ago that took place on stage. It wasn’t too big to be covering his entire lower lip/cheek, but it was noticeable if you were close enough to him. You remember the time he had gotten that scar. Back before his music got more popular.

“I missed you too”

It was an soft whisper that could barley be heard from anyone else other than him. You in return gave him a few kisses once he pulled away from you a tad bit; it was more on his cheeks, nearing the corner of his lips where the scar was.

He ignores the urges to not haul you over his shoulders and leave the workshop with no explanation to anyone else. Or to just find a more private place just so the two of you can be left alone without the worry of anyone coming in to drag you away from him. Blade took the initiative this time to kiss you fully. A proper kiss that you returned to him with no hesitation. Both caught up with each other. His embrace wasn’t harsh enough to crush your ribcage, but not loose enough for you to break away. Just enough to keep you comfortable within his arms.

It felt like forever before the kiss was broken off. You breath out a sigh that was cotent. Even if he was needy for another one, Blade pulls away to give you more room for air. You caught a glimpse of how his face was tinted with a faint red. It was endearing.

“C’mere..”

Within a few seconds you were sitting down between his legs. You back pressed up against his front. You couldn’t get the chance to say anything else. Blade grabs his guitar from the case in the process of moving, settling it within your hands.

“I don’t have time for this. There’s some people out there needin’ things”

“They can wait an hour or two”

His hands guides yours to play the chords of the guitar. His head resting onto your shoulder to get a better glimpse at you entirely. The strums of the guitar playing out very slowly that would gradually become a pace of a rhythm. If it weren’t for the close contact you would be able to guess what the song was.

#— ghouul frights #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade hsr x reader #hsr blade x reader #I honestly have no words for this #word dump goes crazy hH

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I wanna change my name sb but I have no ideas

#— ghouul rambles

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The urge to just revamp every single thing is growing by the hour

#— ghouul rambles

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It’s my birhday

#— ghouul rambles #im one year closer to 20 lmao

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I just wanna make the thing pretty but tumblr said no 😒

#— ghouul rambles #trying to adjust pics and it’s not letting me do my thing #right after I updated the app

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𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 — Blade was one who you never expected to be with. Being part of the Stellaron Hunters has its ups and downs. The first months were light for you since you were sticking with Kafka. Occasionally Sam or Silverwolf would tag along if they were needed, rarely it was Blade. You didn’t push immediately to form some sort of relationship with him. You’d rather kept at a safe distance from the swordsman till the time was ready. Which was sooner than expected.

The inner turmoil sparked within him at the beginning. His goal was directly towards death. Taking every opportunity to throw himself into battle without any repercussions. During the few days he was developing feelings, he took precautions onto what he chose to battle whenever you were near. Protecting you was one of his priorities as it was for everyone else he was around. Kafka would often point out how he seemed to be showing off at rare times.

You on the other hand had an entirely different goal than what Blade had. Only Elio knows what it was since he was the one you came to. Often you would refuse to speak on your lifelong wishes, but as far as anyone knows it’s one of the more tamer goals you had. Fighting wasn’t the main concern, but it was something else that was more off the field.

The habits with Blade started out subtle but it was beginning to become noticeable. There was a day where nobody had seen him. Not even Silverwolf. When you entered your shared room during the night, he was there. Standing there with an blank look on his face. You could’ve sworn he was there the entire day since he wasn’t part of the script. He acknowledged your presence when he saw the movement out of the corner of his eyes. And yet he stayed, wanting to be with you after being gone for so long.

Anywhere you would go, he was there somewhere within your presence. It only took a few seconds (actually three according to Kafka) before he was there by your side. He’s grown comfortable after some time to finally trust himself to be physically affectionate with you without the fear of harming you. Sometimes he would have his arm around your waist, his hand holding yours or just standing close to you to where you might lightly bump shoulders. He wasn’t the type to admit things out loud. Rather let actions speak louder for his words.

But another thing was he was silent as hell. You lost count of the amount of times he had scared you since he was silently follow you and wouldn’t warn you about anything. It’s just seems like he appears out of nowhere when he’s there the entire time. Just going out for some fresh air, he was leaning against the wall with his eyes fixated on you. Going to the kitchen for a snack, he’s already grabbing it for you when you were just looking for it a second ago.

At times you would back up and accidentally bump into him out of nowhere when you thought you were by yourself. You would ask him to at least give you some sort of sign that he was there. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t.

It rarely ends well when he comes back from mission in the middle of the night covered in blood.

#— ghouul frights #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade hsr x reader #technically red and green flags with Blade #song reference #hsr blade x reader #him being a black cat makes my brain implode #random word dump that makes no sense at all #hsr blade drabble

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 — here you stood confused in front of what was made to be a little home that big enough for an cat or maybe a few little kitties. You were out in expeditions on your own to figure things out for yourself and to help others. After a night rests you wanted to wander about the space station to see if there’s anything new. And there definitely was.

A quick flicker of movement was immediately caught by your eyes. Seeing the tail peek out for a split second before immediately curling up into the little hangout. You were taught not to approach cats in case they weren’t friendly. You thought differently as you take soft steps over to it. The faint click of your shoes being only but an faint echo in the small walkway.

Bending down whilst using one of your hands to keep yourself balanced, you took a quick peek into whatever the cat looked like. One would described a smile that turned into a semi-confused look as you saw a pair of black.. empty eyes staring back at you.

“..Hi baby”

The words fell past your lips within an whisper. Taking the initiative to stay distance from the cat in case it randomly wanted to paw at you. But you couldn’t help but hold your hand out to the cat, hoping that maybe the cats curious nature will take over to feed your own.

And how it worked after a short while. A soft little meow followed by the rustling of it moving around. It poked its head out hesitant to come to you. You remained patient with the kitty, finding it to be adorable. No matter how it looked like it’s been through all the purges of the world and been through absolute hell. Readjusting yourself to where you were properly kneeling down with both hands held to the kitty. The more you look at it the more it reminds you of a certain someone. Given how its fur was blue as the deep, dark depths of the ocean floor that faded into a maroon colored red that the ends of its tail. You certainly didn’t miss the white bandages that was encasing a little bit of its tail.

“Oo look at you..!”

Your patience was never wearing thin with the cat. It was a while (give or take a few days that almost turned into weeks) of how the cat was once keeping long distance from you, staring you down from the corridors of the hallway to now following you about. Becoming your new companion on the Space Station. You would have to introduce it to everyone you knew.

It’d be best to keep the cat away from the guard. You’d already seen the redden cuts that were close to bleeding on Dan Heng’s hands/arms/face.

#— nightly frights

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𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 — 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧 , 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞

pairings! Jing Yuan & Blade (separate) ;; Black gen!reader (They/them) ఌ angst w/comfort, platonic relationships ఌ cw! mc is mute, implied use of sign language, blood + mention, death implied on Blade’s part, ooc maybe, spelling mistakes/improper grammar, not proofread ఌ synopsis! A new soul is tasked to guide spirits to finally cross with peace ఌ song rec! All is Soft Inside - AURORA

Xenos’s notes - I kinda just downloaded a bunch of games last night for no reason. This was mainly inspired off of Spiritfarer and I love that game sm.

With Jing Yuan, he found you intriguing.

You were neither dead or alive. You were an soul that was wandering among the universe to find ones that were lost. Most of were strangers that you have never met before. Few of them were family that you long lost since you had started traveling the universe. Everywhere you had been, except for the Xianzhou Loufu. The natives were long live species, and a spirit had warned you that it wouldn’t be necessary to go to Xianzhou. Solely because of the dangers that lurked around the corners.

Jing Yuan barely even sees you. You haven’t visited for nearly 500 years. Since there was problems arising of the fallen becoming mara-struck and immortalized to never be able to pass, there was nearly no point of you coming back. Which brings a surprise to the Ten-Lord commission of the whispers that you were here. One thing leading to another, here stood Jing Yuan in your vicinity with your back turned to him.

“Spiritfarer..” His voice was smooth yet filled with an sense of wonder. Giving an his infamous smile as he caught your attention. “What brings you here to the Loufu?”

His gaze turns over to the woman next to you. One who was always accompanying you on your journey through the universe (aside from the little white lion cub that was tailing after you). She explains what the situation was and why you were here. It was apparent that you needed supplies for the spirits and the ship at hand. Mainly food since one had been so curious about the Xianzhou.

It was a moment of silence for Jing Yuan. Thinking over what has been said as he kept his gaze locked onto you. In your hands, you were carrying a basket of goods. Who knows how much longer you would have to stay. But he might as well help you with whatever tasks that you need to get done.

Jing Yuan was an man of patience. He enjoys hearing about what type of people you’ve met on your own and what it was like within the universe. The general loves all the trinkets you show him, showing a feign of amusement when you had showed him the bottle of lightning that you accidentally brought along. This, of course, doesn’t go unnoticed by Yanqing who had came into the gardens during the midst of you showing the lightning bottle to Jing Yuan. He made a little note to later make sure that you weren’t by yourself when it’s raining. Especially when Yanqing was with you.

He was aware that all of your tasks were complete for the time being. Yet as you two bid your farewells, he snuck a little gift onto your hand without you barely realizing it. It was a golden pendant with the linings engraved into a lion. One that reminded you of the lion cub that you shamelessly had to drag away from Mimi countless of times due to it wanting to bother her.

“Till next time, spiritfarer—“

He was nearly cut off by the sudden embrace of yours. Jing Yuan was caught off guard by this. Seeing how you were tightly hugging him as if you truly didn’t want to depart from this world. He gave a gentle smile to you as he wrapped his arms back around you. The small height difference was good enough for him to lift you up, squeezing you tightly. It almost felt like forever before you pulled away from him. Everything was at peace with him.

But with Blade, you couldn’t tell what he thinks.

Every so often there was a chance of running into him. It was never when he was alive, nor really dead. He was struck with mara and immortalized with no key way of knowing what can truly kill him. The first few times you ran into him, you managed to stay some distance since his body was constantly moving but also fading. He was on a thin line of Life and Death, but you both always knew what side he’ll always be on.

You lost count at the amount of times you’ve seen him. With an shaky sigh, you racked up the courage to approach the man who was lying face down on the ground. Nudging him gently to at least get him to acknowledge you. Which indeed worked out since he turned his head over towards you. Blade’s gaze was on you in an instant.

Were you someone who was here to harm him? Blade was on on the verge of his last breath but he couldn’t run away from danger of the world. Even in the state that he was in.

Your arms snakes under his torso. Trying your best to lift him up and help him to his feet or at least sitting up so you can get a proper look at him. The lion cub that was by your side watches as you helped Blade to be in an upright position. He didn’t do anything to protest against it. His silence was enough to know that he wasn’t done with the life he was bear to live. And yours was enough to know that you couldn’t do much for him.

It was a little cycle that happened. You would find Blade on the verge of death, and it would lead to him being brought back to life due to the mara almost immediately. On rare days you would find opportunities to get to at least know who he was. When his body has been too damaged beyond immediate repair, the time you shared will be longer as well.

It was one of those days. He was sitting alone in an empty ally. His body fading in and out at random moments, and this time with you by his side. The mara was always the one cause of his memory loss but he felt solace with you. He couldn’t remember fully of what you’re like. He knew that you weren’t a threat to him. He knew that you were an important person. But he just can’t remember much about you. Even when he did it was when he was alive and breathing well.

Blade’s eyes were consistently tracking your hand as the other was holding a snack for him to take. It didn’t matter if he was a spirit or a living being, you still offered food and water for him to take.

You paused briefly before turning your fully attention over to Blade. A solemn look upon your face that he knew. It was almost time for him to go. He watches as you stretched your arms out a little as if you were implying for something. He tilts his head towards you in response, debating whether if he should accept or not.

Blade knew it wouldn’t make much difference but he raised a hand a few inches from the ground. Letting you do what you wanted to do. Within a few moments, you wrapped your arms around him. Your embrace was warm which made him feel much more at ease than he was before. Though his body tense up slightly at the gesture. He was use to it, but he had an fear of causing any harm to you.

It took his a few moments for him to return the hug. Wrapping only one arm around you since the other was damaged badly. Resting his chin ontop of your head with his eyes closed. He felt you squeezing him tightly as if you were begging for him not to go.

Once he opened his eyes he was in the same place before. Only that you and the little lion cub was gone from your places. His body healing himself to make him conscious of what was happening in the living world. He feels the mara stirring within him once more. Blade casted his eyes elsewhere, the warmth of the hug slowly fading as if it was just a memory he made to give himself some sort of comfort.

He must’ve died. How marvelous.

#— nightly frights