#cloudhymn

[everlastiingiimmortals]

...It's already difficult enough to say no to Yanqing on his own... Don't bring Dan Heng into it...

#//the dozing general; (JING YUAN) #//a glance across the universe; (DASH COMM) #resolutepath #cloudhymn #SLKFHJSDLFKJHALKHJASDFSDJHK HIS QUIET DREAD.... jy vc: -touches the ground- something happened here

[karmawind]

the way he goes about this now is meticulous routine. bath made up with medicinal herbs, blessed with cloudhymn to soothe both mind and body. shampoo and conditioner geared towards blade's thick, unruly waves. he was always firm with his lathering, massaging at scalp, temples, easing as much tension as he could from blade's furrowed brows. the scent of blood was washed away, flooded over with the scent of menthol, and citrus shampoo. once washed, toweling off and redressing in spare clothes is a quiet affair. blade has spare sleep pants in dan heng's previously assigned room, waiting by the sink next to extra bandages. there's a comfort to this he couldn't quite describe, though he is no professional healer, to know that blade trusted the archivist to his healing process, where the hunter was meant to be most vulnerable. standing over the palette donned with freshly washed sheets, dan heng tugs at each side of the towel over blade's head, only enough to prompt him to lean down for a soft, chaste kiss. // @cloudhymn

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐚  𝐦𝐚𝐧  𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝  most  -  wrought  from  the  depths  of  abundance's  hell  and  continuously  spit  back  out  by  it's  bowels,  blade  was  not  used  to  being  tended  to...  not  this  way,  anyway.  he'd  spent  decades  alone,  killing  his  way  across  the  galaxy  all  to  sate  shuhu's  blind  callings.  only  when  elio  had  taken  him  under  his  wing  -  had  blade  known  what  it  meant  to  be  tended  to  in  some  way.  kafka  clothed  him,  fed  him  on  occasion,  encouraged  him  to  bathe  (  sometimes  forcefully  ).  sam  spared  with  him,  allowed  blade  to  exam  circuitry  with  fascination,  and  silver  wolf...  was  something  like  a  vaguely  annoying  little  sister  that  was  the  only  one  who  could  get  away  with  half  of  what  she  did.  

ㅤㅤㅤbut  those  forms  of  tending  were  nothing  compared  to  the  labor  dan  heng  had  now  committed  himself  to  -  to  ensuring  blade  came  back  from  each  mission  to  a  sort  of  steadiness  he  had  never  had  before.  he'd  be  lying  if  he  said  he  didn't  enjoy  the  pampering,  and  he'd  certainly  be  lying  if  he  said  he  didn't  enjoy  the  way  dan  heng  would  revere  him  in  those  moments,  treating  him  not  like  a  sharpened  weapon  forged  for  death...  but  like  a  shard  of  glass,  so  thin,  so  fragile.  

ㅤㅤㅤhe'd  sunk  into  the  water  with  a  sigh,  cloud  hymn  seemingly  keeping  it  clean  despite  the  cake  of  his  blood  -  or  the  dirt  that  rinsed  off  him  in  droves.  blade  paid  no  mind  to  it  -  too  busy  allowing  his  eyes  to  drift  shut,  too  busy  leaning  into  dan  heng's  sweet  fingers,  making  something  akin  to  a  purr  deep  within  the  vestiges  of  his  chest.  he  feels  the  playful  warmth  of  the  vidyadhara's  magic,  feels  the  scrape  of  those  elegant  fingers  -  and  for  just  a  few  moments...  all  the  tension  unwinds  from  blade's  body.

ㅤㅤㅤnow  they  stand  here  -  blade  in  clean  bandages  with  his  shorter  partner  working  hard  to  dry  the  mass  of  raven  waves  that  embody  the  hunter's  hair.  blade,  for  his  part,  has  settled  his  hands  on  dan  heng's  waist  -  eyes  drifting  shut  as  his  head  is  tilted  this  way  and  that.  with  each  movement  their  bodies  steadily  grow  more  and  more  flush,  until  they're  chest  to  chest,  and  he  feels  dan  heng  tugging  him  down  with  the  effort  of  the  towel.  one  crimson  eye  cracks  open  -  meeting  soft,  wonderous  jade,  and  blade...

ㅤㅤㅤthe  harsh  lines  of  his  beautiful  face  soften,  nymph-like  features  gentle  in  the  glow  of  the  archives.  gone  are  the  trappings  of  a  predator  -  replaced  instead  by  a  content  creature.  he  obeys  without  question,  leaning  down  to  sink  their  lips  together  and  in  the  same  breath,  wrap  his  arms  about  the  archivist's  slight  frame.  blade  keeps  him  pressed  close  then  -  and  like  all  his  kisses,  what  could've  been  chaste  turns  deep  and  rife  with  passion.  slow,  measured  caresses  of  his  lips,  flicks  of  his  tongue,  and  the  draw  of  a  calloused  hand  down  dan  heng's  bare  back...  it's  blade's  version  of  chaste,  but  it's  still  consumptive,  filled  with  all  his  gratitude  and  desire,  as  they  part  with  a  soft  noise  from  the  stellaron  hunter.  

ㅤㅤㅤ❝  missed  me?  ❞  he  wonders  aloud,  but  with  no  small  amount  of  his  version  of  affection.

#cloudhymn #✦ — dyn: dan heng / grow back your sharpest teeth : you know my desire. * cloudhymn #✦ — answered / #✦ — verse / i. main #not pictured: the frizzy mess blade's hair will be in the morning #jk he's perfect and never frizzes

[loiyaltie]

“plots please”

ALL ABOARD. - Gepard being offered the chance to travel on the Astral Express for a time to see the world, and to gather some information about worlds beyond to help the advancement of Jarilo-VI. I think he'd gravitate towards Dan Heng more than the others, appreciating both the more reserved nature but also the access to the data banks. Let him talk about plants and ask to see other landscapes (I love the idea of him getting to see images of forests and expanses of water and deserts etc.) really interested in knowing the world (and what his planet is becoming a part of. I think he'd happily sit and listen to Dan Heng explain facts, or ask him questions and just them getting to know each other through a quest for knowledge. Later on perhaps becoming a teaching opportunity to ask about what the IPC are about so he can know for the next time.

NIGHT TIME COMPANIONS. - Dan Heng gets nightmares and Gepard has his own sleep struggles, so these two meeting in the night hours, on Jarilo-VI or on the Astral Express. Whether it's they both have had nightmares or there's an absence of sleep or a combination of both, but the two of them connecting within that space where they are both vulnerable but isolated from the waking world. Speaking around the things that bother them, and yet finding commonalities in their struggles, perhaps being honest with each other as time passes.

LEND A HAND? - Gepard inviting Dan Heng back to Belobog - along with the rest of the Nameless - to see how they have expanded and invite him to consult on some of the ideas. At the same time something happens, whether its light-hearted like volunteers going sick at the museum and is Gepard's turn to teach Dan Heng of their history, talking of his family's history, the history of the Guardians etc. which could lead into a chance over time to recognise similarities with each other in having this former legacy bearing upon their shoulders whether they wish it or not. Or it could be something more serious, Fragmentum effects getting worse, a surge in creatures out there, and an exhausted Gepard needing some capable reinforcements who can help him find the source of the problems.

WE HAVE COMMON ACQUAINTANCES. - Stellaron Hunter AU, where Gepard who has been posing as a Silvermane Guard during the quest - always alone keeping himself obscured from any important figures - reveals himself at the end as aligned with the Stellaron Hunter faction. Could be a bit more of a cat and mouse, Dan Heng suspicious as time goes on because he has a bit too much knowledge for one on Belobog should have (given its isolation from the world) also mentioning his name around Serval has different effects. Then also the chance to interact through other events, Gepard's sent to the Luofu to ensure things are on track or that chance for honesty later.

→ send plots please for 3 - 5 interaction ideas. // @cloudhymn

#cloudhymn #ooc. [ captain's orders / mun rambles. ] #( thanks for sending!! )

[karmawind-a]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩,   𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩,   𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩.   the   sound   of   water   on   a   cave   floor,   the   symphonic   descent   of   liquid   as   it   splashes   against   age   old   rock.   it   grates   at   his   mind   -   his   senses,   stabbing   into   the   mara   that   swirls   about   his   skull,   the   miasma   of   shuhu's   voice   and   the   taint   of   abomination   that   runs   through   his   veins.   he's   followed   him   here   -   a   bloodhound,   on   a   trail,   but   with   the   fire   of   madness   licking   at   his   heels.   he   can   feel   himself   -   slipping   off   that   edge,   teetering   upon   a   cliff   of   oblivion.   one   push   and   he   might   fall   into   that   mad   haze.   perhaps   that   was   why   he   sought   out   imbibitor   lunae   -   for   dan   heng   could   either   be   the   balm   to   his   mental   wound,   or   would   only   make   it   worse.   it   would   be   interesting   to   see   which   it   might   be   tonight.   

ㅤㅤㅤwithin   the   cave   swirled   a   warm   pool   -   devoid   of   fish   and   so   transparent,   it's   like   looking   through   a   mirror.   it's   shallow,   too,   and   that   is   where   he   finds   his   query,   beautiful   as   moon-kissed   night   and   ensconced   in   the   water   that   held   him   so   dear.   in   some   ways,   it   made   blade   sick.   he's   not   being   sneaky   about   it   -   the   way   his   sword   drags   across   stone,   scrapping   loudly   before   clattering   to   the   floor   without   a   thought.   maybe   he'd   leave   it   at   the   bottom   of   the   pool   this   time   -   but   it   would   always   come   back.   that   heated   red   gaze   trains   upon   the   living   embodiment   of   his   madness,   and   blade   bares   his   teeth,   not   unlike   a   wild   animal   scenting   it's   prey.   vengeance,   the   mara   whispers.   peace,   says   another   voice,   and   blade   has   to   let   those   remarkable   hues   drift   shut   for   a   moment   -   has   to   recenter   himself   before   he   is   pulled   under.   

ㅤㅤㅤgaze   filled   with   familiar   intensity,   he   steps,   fully   clothed   -   into   the   water.   stiff   fingertips   fidget   with   the   clasp   of   his   coat,   before   it   falls   away   as   he   advances   upon   dan   heng,   disappearing   into   the   water   with   nary   a   thought   on   the   hunter's   behalf.   beneath   the   fabric   lay   a   familiar   swell   of   bandages   -   but   bloodied,   fresh,   and   still   leaking.   yet,   he   moves   forward,   his   gaze   never   leaving   the   visage   of   his   nightmares,   until   he   has   dan   heng   cornered   against   the   far   wall   and   -

ㅤㅤㅤa   hand   darts   down,   closing   around   the   vidyadhara's   own.   up,   he   pulls   it,   placing   long   fingers   upon   the   bloodied   expanse   of   bandages   and   letting   out   a   hiss.   despite   the   violence   brewing   in   his   gaze,   the   former   craftsman's   touch   is   gentle,   even   if   he's   gritting   his   teeth.   ❝   fix   it.   ❞   comes   his   low   growl,   squeezing   lightly   at   a   finely   boned   wrist.   it   hurts.   but   he   won't   say   that   aloud.   not   now.   not   yet.   // @cloudhymn

#⸤ ⤫ ⸣ ⸻ verse i | 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍: 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰. ✦ #cloudhymn #hes here to stare #he needs a band aid dh #and a kiss #⸤ ⤫ ⸣ ⸻ thread | 𝐑𝐄𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇; 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄. ✦

[dupliciti]

three random prompts from the sexuality headcanons.

sexuality headcanons & questions // not accepting // @cloudhymn

10. do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?

He masturbates, but he doesn't think about anyone in particular or any particular things unless he's maybe regularly seeing that person? Though, if that's the case, he'd much prefer being in the presence of said person or having sex with them rather than masturbating. But when he's alone he doesn't do anything fancy, just jack off honestly lasdjkfg. He's got BusinessTM to be preoccupied with

12. how do they feel about one-night stands?

They're preferred. Can do whatever, however, and will likely never have to deal with that person again. These usually come about from boredom and wanting a go or as part of some greater scheme. It's a plus for him even if part of the "job". One-night stands don't involve feelings. Agreeing to see someone a second time is dangerous. If it's someone he cares about in some manner, he will not suggest a one-night stand because he'll legitimately feel a bit guilty if they're seeking something more than just sex.

20. do they prefer to give or receive sexually?

This entirely depends on his relationship with the other person. Like for both preferences and the whys behind them. As a well to do businessman, wanting to please people is like second nature. Not only that, he'd rather not hear about complaints or that he didn't perform well. So, in this regard, especially in the context of one-night stands, he'd prefer giving in this sense. He will be able to orgasm anyways, so it's not a huge deal if the trade off is him indulging in the other person's preferences or wants. He doesn't like completely give, but enough to make the transaction worth it for both parties. If it's someone he's dating, or seeing regularly, it's still giving. Being able to see their reactions for whatever it is he's doing to them is rewarding. Feeds his ego and also that kink I'd mentioned. Receiving would only really be preferred depending on the situation, like since he does enjoy when someone is choking on his dick for example, like if he's in the mood for that then.. Obviously he wants that to be good for himself.

#thank you c: #( ◇ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵃˢʰ┊ ask; ) #cloudhymn #ask #suggestive cw #( usfw; )

[aeongazed]

@cloudhymn - " read through this. " there's a tablet shoved where once caelus' phone had been, tossed to the side as soon as he'd finished the game's level. dan heng at least had the decency to wait until he'd hit a save point to put the archive article in front of him. these were some of akivili's records left behind on the train about the luofu, automatons or sealife, or something. the vidyadhara had had trouble paying attention, now moving to take advantage of the fact caelus had not dressed for the day yet. languidly placing himself between his legs, one hand flat over the waistband of stellaron's boxer brief's to keep his hips down, as soon as caelus began reading he started lavishing the strong muscle there with kisses and bites, leaving mark after mark, soothing over the skin with tongue as an unrepentant apology before moving over to the next one. should caelus pause, dan heng would look up from where he'd been painting a picture of incessant love bites, bright, intense seafoam eyes watching, lips curling into a mischievous smirk until he continued reading. " it's not too hard for you, is it ? " gentle tease, followed by the scrape of draconic teeth, and another playful nip.

         𝐚   𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲   𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐡𝐚𝐬   𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭   caelus   has   yet   to   bother   crawling   from   dan   heng's   bed   (   or   as   he   has   affectionately   begun   referring   to   it:   the   dragon's   nest   ),   instead   having   woken   in   the   vidyadhara's   warm   embrace   -   to   the   tranquil   and   intense   stare   of   jade   eyes,   to   that   sleepy   smile   that   dusts   upon   beautiful   features.   he'd   like   to   spend   the   day   here,   he   thought   in   that   moment,   and   fully   plans   on   committing   to   that   bit   -   especially   as   hours   had   drug   on   and   he'd   simply   remained   at   dan   heng's   side   or   in   his   embrace,   garbed   in   nothing   but   dark   boxer   briefs   with   the   muted   glow   of   his   mobile   device   illuminating   bird-like   features.   it   was   a   cozy   routine,   the   stellaron   lounging   about   his   lover's   domain   with   space-pale   skin   bare   to   the   world,   teeth   sunk   into   his   lower   lip   as   thumbs   flying   over   his   phone   and   he   fights   to   win,   win,   win-   the   flash   of   'LEVEL   COMPLETE'   blitzes   across   the   screen   before   his   device   is   yanked   away.

         ❝   hey!   ❞   the   stellaron   doth   protest,   but   it   is   a   weak   one   -   especially   when   his   grasp   is   filled   with   something   new   to   consume   -   something   new   to   learn.   the   pout   that   flutters   over   his   features...   lasts   but   a   millisecond,   because   he   is   so   damn   obedient   sometimes   for   dan   heng   alone,   it   could   be   comical   were   it   not   for   the   times   that   he,   well...   wasn't.   so   caelus   reads.   akivili   has   a   way   of   speaking   about   things   anyway   -   a   little   dry,   but   humorous,   and   it   stirs   something   in   the   back   of   his   brain   -   this   article   about   vidyadhara...   moonstrucked-ness?

         he   doesn't   realize   what   dan   heng   is   doing   until   the   second   paragraph,   and   at   that   point   -   gilded   eyes   fixate   upon   the   being   between   his   legs,   regarding   him   with   a   luminous   glow   of   the   scars   upon   his   chest   and   surprised   part   of   his   lips.   ❝   uh   -   ❞   back   and   forth   he   glances   between   text   and   dan   heng,   and   soon   enough   the   stellaron   finds   it   impossible   to   focus   on   the   words   at   all   -   especially   when   fangs   come   into   play   and   caelus   is   letting   his   breath   hitch,   strong   legs   spreading   wide   in   invitation   and   flexing   in   the   archivist's   grasp.   the   tablet   has   all   but   lowered   now   -   a   golden   flush   painting   across   stellaron's   cheeks   as   a   wrinkle   knits   it's   way   between   silvery   brows.   thighs   quiver,   and   he's   biting   his   lip   in   the   wake   of   such   sultry   words.   ❝   oh   something   is   getting   hard   alright.   ❞   he   half   whines,   one   hand   settling   in   the   silk   of   his   lover's   dark   hair.   

         ❝   what   has   gotten   into   you   ?   ❞   but   it's   said   with   affection,   followed   by   a   low   hiss,   as   gold   blooms   beneath   the   flesh   where   he's   been   bitten   -   and   caelus   is   arching   his   hips   down   towards   the   vidyadhara.   ❝   so   bitey...   mm,   dan   heng.   ❞

#cloudhymn #𝐕𝐈. [ . . . ] answered / #𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] verse / i. main #♥ [ . . . ] 𝐃𝐘𝐍. cloudhymn / meet me there where it's never hopeless #suggestive / #heheheh

[sunsubdued]

           𝐢𝐭'𝐬   𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧   𝐚   𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢��𝐠   𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬   now   -   a   tabloid   would   run   a   small   poll   throughout   the   year,   the   citizens   upon   the   luofu   would   submit   their   votes,   and   at   the   end   of   autumn   they   would   be   tallied   and   the   winner   released.   it   had   been...   quite   some   time,   since   jing   yuan   had   lost,   and   this   year   was   no   different.   but   it   was   so   frequent,   so   common,   he   wouldn't   have   known   he'd   been   labeled   'the   luofu's   #1   most   eligible   bachelor'   again   if   it   hadn't   been   for   diviner   fu's   snide   comment.   sure,   it   was   an   honor   to   be...   desired,   he   supposed,   but   this   year   he   was   especially   unawares...   because   this   year...   well   this   year   he   wasn't   actually   a   bachelor.   

           it   was   rare   dan   heng   got   to   visit,   so   rare   that   jing   yuan   would   find   himself   rearranging   his   entire   schedule   just   to   spend   the   most   time   with   him.   still   -   being   the   general   of   the   luofu   meant   duty   would   occasionally   call,   and   today   it   had.   he'd   left   dan   heng   on   his   estate   early   this   morning   -   kissing   him   gently   goodbye   and   promising   to   be   back   that   night.   some   things   could   not   be   put   off,   and   this   was   no   different:   jing   yuan   had   raced   through   his   days   work   with   a   sort   of   vigor   rarely   seen   even   in   his   youth,   but   even   still   the   moon   was   high   in   the   sky   by   the   time   he   managed   to   return   home   -   entering   his   lantern   dark   room   with   nary   a   sound.   

           he   sees   the   shape   of   dan   heng   beneath   the   sheets,   and   smiles   -   but   does   not   pounce   him   yet.   he   sets   starfall   reverie   on   it's   mantle,   the   lightning   lord's   scroll   and   his   pauldron   following   suit.   jing   yuan   dresses   down   with   practiced   ease,   though   he   prefer   dan   heng   do   it   for   him   -   soon   he   is   down   only   to   his   undergarments,   and   pauses   in   the   midst   of   removing   those,   when   he   denotes   the   bits   of   shredded   paper   on   the   floor.   grabbing   a   few   scraps,   the   general   finishes   stripping   before   standing   -   holding   the   items   up   to   the   lantern   and   squinting   briefly   at   the   text.   'GENERAL   JING   YUAN!   THE   LUOFU'S   #1   MOST   ELIGIBLE   BACHELOR...   150   YEARS   IN   A   ROW!'   

                                            ❝   uh   oh.   ❞   he   mutters.

           paper   tossed   aside,   the   leonine   general   crawls   slowly   onto   the   bed,   a   little   unnerved   by   dan   heng's   unmoving   frame.   still...   jing   yuan   inches   closer.   and   closer.   and   closer,   until   he   hovers   just   slightly   over   him,   silver   flame   hair   shadowing   both   their   features,   and   offers   his   lover   a   small   smile.   ❝   apologies   for   arriving   home   so   late,   a-heng.   i   hope   you   didn't   stay   up   late   waiting   for   me.   ❞   his   kiss   to   dan   heng's   ear   is   just   a   gentle   brush,   so   painfully   tender   it   could   be   described   as   a   whisper   of   air,   ❝   how   was   your   day?   did   you   go   shopping?   read   anything...   interesting?   ❞   // @cloudhymn

#✷ // i. main → ⸢ verse ⸥ #✷ // radiant spirit: heed my word. → ⸢ thread ⸥ #cloudhymn #jy vc: please don't make me sleep on the sofa

[blindbet]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞   𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥   𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞,   unfettered   clinking   in   the   privacy   of   the   express's   parlor   car.   the   low   lights   and   the   backdrop   of   the   planet   of   penacony   cast   red   seats   in   a   earthy   glow,   made   all   the   more   intriguing   by   the   crone   of   jazz   from   the   speakers.   two   tumblers   clink   before   them   -   bottle   of   whiskey   sat   aside,   and   aventurine   takes   a   slow,   measured   drink.   bright,   violet   eyes   -   near   glowing   in   the   darkness,   regard   dan   heng   with   the   same   predatory   calculation   that   a   fox   might   regard   a   hare   pinned   beneath   it's   paw.   as   always,   supple   lips   are   pulled   upwards,   and   he   fans   his   lashes   behind   his   shades,   before   palming   the   deck   in   hand.   

ㅤㅤㅤaventurine   had   known   the   vidyadhara   wouldn't   come   down   to   penacony.   the   stoneheart's   intelligence   is   wise   enough   to   have   discerned   that;   even   so,   he   had   been   keen   to   sink   his   teeth   into   the   archivist   -   and   where   others   had   been   giving   the   grand   introduction   at   the   banquet...   dan   heng   was   afforded   something   more   personal.   more   private.   for   the   man   who   had   garnered   his   keen   interest,   who   glittered   like   jade   at   the   bottom   of   a   seabed,   aventurine   grants   him   a   game.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝  ⸻ here   are   the   stakes.   ❞   cards,   leafed   with   gold   are   shuffled   in   his   hands.   ostentatious   jewelry,   the   clink   of   a   designer   watch   upon   the   table   -   aventurine   himself   is   a   gemstone,   and   drapes   himself   in   finery   not   unlike   a   preening   peacock.   it   makes   the   entire   show   much   more   flashy   than   necessary.   ❝   if   i   lose,   i'll   leave   you   -   and   your   friends   -   be.   i   will   depart   right   after   this   and   you'll   never   see   me   again.   ❞   those   cards   now   -   dealt   out,   a   few   to   each   of   them,   before   he   sets   the   deck   aside.   he   does   not   yet   look   at   his   hand,   though.   ❝   if   i   win,   you...   ❞   a   hum,   ❝   have   to   go   on   a   date   with   me.   activities   of   my   choice.   deal?   ❞   that   grin   is   near   vulpine,   those   unearthly   eyes   flickering   once   more.   ❝   but   ah   -   just   so   you   know.   ❞   he   turns   his   cards   over   in   his   hand,   ❝   i've   never   lost.   ❞ // @cloudhymn

#𝐕𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] thread / #cloudhymn #𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] verse / i. main

[icefell]

@cloudhymn S.C

The  discussion  was  through,  Dan  Heng  didn't  wish  to  attend  the  solwarm  festival  and  March  didn't  have  any  intention  of  pressuring  him  to  go  ....    but  that  didn't  mean  she  couldn't  bring  back  a  souvenir!   Thus  she  waited  for  an  opportunity  to  ask.   Once  he  left  his  room   she'd  demand  he  tell  her  what  he  wanted!  Fancy  tea?  a  book?  .....  something  nerdy,  probably.  

for  now...she'd  stand  there  and  WAIT.....patiently 

#cloudhymn #hi yooou #hope this works okayy

[everlastiingiimmortals]

three random prompts for the sexuality headcanons/ for jy or ratio

Sexuality HCs! Still accepting. | @cloudhymn

15. what is something they consider a kink of their own?

Oh he has so many. Some of them are definitely... more out there than others. One of the, ah, bigger kinks he has is public sex. I hate his ass. He finds the danger of getting caught very thrilling. Unfortunately for me. Help.

16. have they engaged in sexual acts beyond themselves and a single partner (group sex, swinging, polyamory, etc.)?

Ya! He was in a polyamorous relationship with Y.inyue and Y.ingxing before the Sedition. He's comfortable engaging with multiple partners at once, and I might honestly say that he enjoys it more than just one on one, if he is in a polyamorous relationship. One thing he's not big on is an open relationship, regardless of if he has one dedicated, established partner or multiple.

7. what attire do they feel most attractive in?

See this is an interesting one, because I don't feel like Jing Yuan has ever had much choice in his attire for a long long time. If he's not wearing his armor, he's wearing regalia fit for the general, and if he's not wearing that he's probably in his drab robes, just trying to get away from all the weight and decor of his typical clothes. I don't even know if I'd say that he feels particularly attractive in anything, as he's never really had that chance to explore what he feels good in. If anything, I think he can appreciate outfits that hug his waist and accentuate his shoulders, giving him an even broader and imposing figure than he already has. Other people seem to like it, and it is flattering, but on the other hand, it's not really... him. He has mixed feelings on it all as a whole.

16. have they engaged in sexual acts beyond themselves and a single partner (group sex, swinging, polyamory, etc.)?

Nope! He's also quite on the fence about the idea of it because, again, overstimulation bad, so he'd have to be encouraged to try it by a partner. For all of his bravado he can be fairly uncertain about sexual acts, and this is no different.

7. what attire do they feel most attractive in?

Would you laugh if I said he feels most attractive in just a chlamys or straight up in the nude because. yeah. Appreciator of the human form and all that naturally includes appreciating his own. Frankly he'd prefer to go without the shirt and pants just in general but social norms on other planets, colder climates, etc. etc., dictate that they are unfortunately necessary. But at his family home he's just rocking the chiton and chlamys.

#//an answer sought; (ASK) #cloudhymn #suggestive cw #//about; (DOCTOR OF TRUTH) #//about; (DIVINE FORESIGHT) #ty for the ask!! i tried to get some i hadn't answered yet! #ofc as a note of reference when i reference yx or yy by default i'm talking about starry's and luna's unless discussing a specific ship #jy would not stop yELLING at me for outing him btw

[karmawind]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥  𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡  𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝  -  passed  beneath  the  luofu's  biome  of  clouds  like  blots  upon  a  finely  made  painting.  he  can  feel  it  -  deep  in  his  bones,  unlike  the  mara  -  unlike  the  call  of  spirit  whisper.  there  is  something  else  here,  something  that  pulses  in  time  with  the  golden  veins  of  his  shard  sword,  something  that  makes  his  vision  grow  hazy  in  a  different  way,  something  that  makes  his  teeth  feel  sharper,  nails  longer,  breath  heavier...  sounds  are  unbearable,  so  sharp  and  surreal  he  easily  caught  wind  of  the  now  absconded  cloud  knight  guard's  rapidly  pattering  heartbeat  as  he'd  ran  immediately  upon  sighting  blade.  were  he  in  the  right  mind,  he  suppose  he  couldn't  blame  him.  he  must've  cut  a  striking  figure,  striding  form  the  mist.  

ㅤㅤㅤwhere  the  moonlit  world  rests  and  sleeps  -  blade  grows  hungry;  he  grows  ravenous.  desire  and  need  have  coiled  tight  within  his  core,  mouth  salivating  at  the  odor  of  petrichor  -  of  lotuses,  of  what  he  knows  will  taste  divine  beneath  his  rough  tongue.  yes...  yes,  blade  had  chased  dan  heng  for  so  long,  but  now?  now  it  was  for  entirely  different  reasons  -  not  unlike  enrichment  for  a  caged  beast,  or  to  satiate  the  predatory  desires  of  the  borisin  that  had  melded  with  his  DNA.  

ㅤㅤㅤhe  wanted  to  hunt.  dan  heng  obliged.  

ㅤㅤㅤclink.    clink.    clink.      the  shard  sword  smacks  against  the  stone  railing  of  one  of  the  pavilions,  a  loud  and  racuous  clattering  noise  as  the  stellaron  hunter  pursues  his  prey.  dan  heng  has  long  since  melded  into  the  mist  -  so  easily  hidden  with  his  draconic  talents  that  the  other  might  have  been  irate,  were  it  not  for  his  heightened  hearing  and  absurdly  good  nose.  

ㅤㅤㅤ❝  dan  heng.  ❞  the  hunter  almost  sings,  madness  edging  his  gaze  and  enticing  hunger  deeper  into  his  core.  ❝  i  can  hear  your  little  racing  heart.  ❞  clink.    clink.    clink.    his  sword  again  as  he  rounds  a  corner  -  this  time,  something  akin  to  a  warning,  because  blade  swears  he  feels  something  brush  against  him,  swears  he  feels  nearby  body  heat  and  that  delicious  scent.  he  snarls  in  response.  ❝  when  i  get  my  hands  on  you,  i'll  make  sure  you  can't  run  again.  ❞  and  he  whirls,  spinning  entirely,  one  ear  twitching  as  a  hand  delves  into  the  mist  -  attempting  to  find  a  solid  limb,  to  feel  for  what  his  other  senses  know  to  be  there.  it  was  a  fun  game.  a  delightful  one.  but  blade  was  not  a  patient  man.

@cloudhymn

#cloudhymn #✦ — dyn: dan heng / grow back your sharpest teeth : you know my desire. * cloudhymn #✦ — thread / #✦ — verse / i. main #heheheheh

[vulune]

@cloudhymn sent a message . . .          centuries ago when dan feng was still but a young vidyadhara, sneaking away from scalegorge waterscape was an exciting frivolous affair. there had been nothing more enticing than breaking the rules, acting out of decorum, and indulging in things that could tarnish the high elder’s reputation. he hadn’t thought that in his fifth century he would go back to the ways of an adolescent reptile, amidst the near – forgotten tomes among the forbidden section of their great library, pressed to the rattling shelves of the shadowy, tall cases. away, away from the prying eyes of dan feng’s most irritable caretakers.           “   if the p - preceptors find me here, they’ll be sure to bring out my reincarnation early   …   ”   it must have been an enticing sight, the king of dragons laboriously out of breath, ornate robes falling to the wayside, leaving an undershirt exposing four more centimetres more than usual. he could count the layers between his hips and jing yuan between his legs, insistent heat making the high elder puff cloudhymn in sensual, shuddery breaths.   “   if jingliu finds you here –   ”   a low, strangled moan dragged out from the depths of him, heated dark blue eyes locked onto jing yuan’s gilded hue from beneath perfect furled lashes,   “   - she’ll skin me alive first, and make sure to wear it to scare off my descendant   …             “   …   i think i’d rather take my chances with the preceptors.   ”

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝   𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬   𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   dan   feng   had   bloomed   at   a   young   age   -   a   childish   ardor   and   crush   that   had   once   been   as   endearing   as   it   had   been   bumbling.   it   was   no   surprise   that   jing   yuan   had   taken   to   the   high   elder   -   for   dan   feng   was   indescribably   beautiful,   kind   to   him   in   a   way   that   most   could   see,   and   as   the   full   moon   in   the   sky.   so   many   years   he'd   spent   attempting   to   gain   the   vidyadhara's   favor   -   much   to   the   displeasure   of   his   master   -   and   only   in   the   warm   embrace   of   adulthood,   with   ten   battles   against   the   borisin   beneath   his   belt,   did   dan   feng   start   to   look   at   him   a   little   differently.   jing   yuan   wouldn't   lie   -   he   relished   it.   

ㅤㅤㅤbut   he   was   a   polite   soul   -   his   noble   upbringing   dictate   he   treated   dan   feng   with   only   the   best   of   his   manners.   yet   jing   yuan   was   clever   -   impossibly,   absurdly   smart.   even   in   the   games   of   proverbial   chess   they   played   with   this   attraction,   he   was   twelve   steps   ahead,   never   quite   revealing   his   hand.   for   how   could   he?   he's   certain   that   his   prideful   high   elder   wouldn't   take   kindly   to   jing   yuan's...   selfish   manipulations.   but   could   he   be   blamed   for   seeking   the   vidyadhara's   passions?

ㅤㅤㅤas   always   -   jing   yuan's   plans   were   immaculate   -   save   for   this   one.   he   had   not   counted   on   their   lust   bubbling   over   in   the   library   (   where   he   shouldn't   be   ),   but   such   was   the   nature   of   individual   wants.   indeed   -   jing   yuan   had   taken   one   look   at   dan   feng   only   moments   prior   and   quite   literally   pounced   him   between   the   stacks   -   larger   frame   effortlessly   hauling   the   dragon   king   into   his   embrace,   sealing   their   lips   together   and   kissing   him   until   he   himself   grew   dizzy   without   breath,   and   had   to   part   from   such   divine   lips.   at   some   point   -   bits   of   jing   yuan's   uniform   had   fallen   away   -   clattered   to   the   ground   while   trimmed   claws   roamed   finery   clad   back   -   and   golden   ichor   eyes   drank   in   the   greed   of   bare   slivers   of   flesh   like   a   man   starved.   

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   mm...   ❞   is   his   initial   response,   punctuated   by   a   nuzzle   to   a   beautiful,   shapely   jaw.   despite   flushed   cheeks   and   the   lust   darkening   his   gaze,   jing   yuan's   smile   is   a   pleasant   one,   before   lurching   towards   something   painfully   vulpine.   a   rock   of   his   hips,   dragging   what   had   quickly   become   sizable   hardness   along   layers   of   fabric   that   guarded   the   vidyadhara's   heat   from   jing   yuan's   intensity.   for   good   measure   -   he   repeats   the   gesture,   mostly   because   the   thought   of   removing   these   clothes,   being   buried   deep-   the   lion   shudders,   and   he   dips   downward,   nipping   once   at   a   pointed   ear   before   dragging   soft   tiers   over   the   corner   of   a   shapely   mouth.   at   the   same   time,   those   clever   hands   seek   the   waist   of   his   robes,   a   threatening   climb   of   fingertips   ready   to   hunt   for   bare,   unencumbered   flesh.   jing   yuan   smirks   again,   warm   against   dan   feng's   lips,   before   he   speaks:   ❝   don't   talk   about   others   while   i'm   between   your   legs,   feng-ge.   it's   terribly   impolite.   ❞

#* / jing yuan. #* / jing yuan: answered. #cloudhymn #they're insufferable at every point of life #suggestive /

[thunderbloom]

@cloudhymn “ you wouldn’t happen to know the way back ? ”

Acheron was a bit..confused by the question did he mean out of this dream? the galaxy ranger pondered the question for a second before replying ernestly. "Well it depends, if you wish to awaken is it not as simple as returning to the hotel? Or are you asking about something more ?"

#cloudhymn

[sluggerstylc]

━━ companion mission @cloudhymn : [ REASSURE ] | THE MANY MEANINGS OF "HEY." | ACCEPTING

━━  “ 𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝. ”  Caelus a young man that was usually calm and collect in the face of adversity, however, after the space station had been attacked so recently, and these were moments where he felt personally responsible, always the guy with the weight of the world on his shoulders and the man that wants to carry everyone’s burdens. The current crisis involved a few Swarms that managed to infiltrate the station. Caelus was in the immediate area but these bugs were stronger than any of the ones’s they’d fought and even multiplied into three in the blink of an eye. 

Professors and scholars were rendered unconscious and badly injured around him and it felt like it was his fault. However it was thanks to the quick actions of the other trailblazers the threat was dealt with. Dan Heng, Miss Himeko and Mister Yang made quick work of the threat together..but then there was the issue with those hurt all around them because he was overwhelmed. “I tried to keep them all safe, I really did, the enemy was just too-..”

Then just like that the other placed a firm hand upon Caelus shoulder, perhaps a silent sentiment for caelus to calm his just be thankful that help arrived when it did. He only hope these scientists will soon be in good health. No, his breathing was calmer and his muscles were no longer tense. “Thanks..Dan Heng.”

#❛ mail ━━ one of a kind one of one the only one. #cloudhymn

[dupliciti]

@cloudhymn : ‘ that was the worst lie i've ever heard. ‘ "i'm not sure i can trust you" prompts // accepting

     Given his rather insightful nickname for the seemingly young man, Sampo knows more than he lets on. He won't continue to push the envelope knowing that he might actually be dealt some sort of punishment in turn. He's already been speared. Uncomfortable, not life threatening. There's no shame in tucking tail between legs  &&  taking off running. 

     Yet, the brevity of truth in moments such as these where he is really trying to give some assistance still means little, it would seem. Tiny pathetic noise passes his lips, not quite a sigh but not really a groan either.  ❝ Even in my efforts to impart only the truth with you, Dan Heng, you think I'd dare lie to you ?  ❞  Fair assumption, this man parades behind mask spewing dishonesty. 

          ❝ It'd be malpractice. I really am trying to help you  &&  your friends out here !  The upcoming tournament should be simple enough  &&  you all get the earnings in full. ❞   &&  he wins the bets.  ❝ Like Sampo told you before, I'm looking out for your finances as a buddy of yours. ❞

#cloudhymn #( ◇ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷʸ ᶜᵒᵐⁱᶜ ʳᵉˡⁱᵉᶠ┊ canon; ) #( ◇ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵃˢʰ┊ ask; ) #( queued; )

[aeongazed]

@cloudhymn // if there’s anything he’d come to accept out of their relationship, it was that none of it was definitive, but none of it was transient either. the both of them were in a constant flux, a shifting state of being that dan heng personally, found intimidation in naming. to dan heng becoming attached to something had always been an exercise in not strangling it within a vice grip, leaving claw marks when it came time to let go. even now, back in the familiar archives with all his familiar things, there was something new and exciting in the air between them, despite it being there all along ( shifting and changing. ) it was dark, simulated lights down low, late into the evening. he’d been watching the reflection of the floor over caelus’ features, so similar to how he’d looked at the dragonvista rain hall, but now that they were alone gazing over him like this felt entirely more intimate. the memory of that kiss had replayed in his mind over and over again, but true to the nature of their relationship, nothing had been confirmed. he knew that every great testament caelus means, every promise dan heng keeps. there were no lies between them. with this he’s content, but he has always been taken with curiosity. there’s a soft blush to the vidyadhara’s features, green eyes darting down before meeting caleus’ once more. they were tangled up in the sheets already, so close, and yet he’s shy in his approach, chest aching, pulse racing. what is this feeling ? “   …   back at the rain hall. why did you kiss me ?   ”

         𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐫   𝐢𝐬   𝐚   𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝   𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥,   constantly   in   motion   -   hands   gesticulating,   body   moving,   an   ever   present   sensation   of   forward,   move,   move,   move.   whether   it's   the   stellaron's   presence,   akivili   nestled   deep   inside   of   him,   or   simply   the   way   caelus   is...   there's   something   to   be   said   for   the   fact   that   he   is   never   still.   rarely   quiet.   always   fidgeting.   and   yet...   with   dan   heng,   this   too,   differs.   in   the   vidyadhara's   presence,   the   vibration   in   his   chest   is   quelled,   the   constant   urge   to   move   satiated,   and   for   once   -   he   feels   he   can   settle   down,   rest   his   weary   bones   upon   something   complete,   and   quell   the   vibrations   within   him.   it's   a   calming   sensation,   to   be   sure...   the   power   thrumming   deep   within   him   at   peace,   as   if   the   vigil   he   had   maintained   can   now   be   put   to   rest...   at   least   for   the   time  ��being.

         the   steady   tick-tick-tick   of   a   belobogian   clock   on   the   shelf   fills   the   silence   between   them,   the   avian   gold   of   caelus's   eyes   seeming   to   shift   across   dan   heng's   face   like   the   movement   of   the   sun.   he   is   simply   staring,   drinking   in   the   gentle   slope   of   the   train   guard's   features,   drinking   in   the   beauty   and   power   beneath   the   jade   of   his   steely   eyes,   and   allowing   himself   to   bask   in   the   depthless   warmth   and   comfort   that   was   dan   heng's   existence.   

                                             home.   he   felt   like   home.

         the   question   makes   him   blink,   and   upon   the   archivist's   palette   does   he   shift,   wiggling   closer   so   that   their   legs   were   nearly   tangled,   and   dan   heng   might   see   the   flecks   of   amber   that   adorn   the   stellaron's   gaze.   ❝   ⸻   because   i   wanted   too.   ❞   falls   out   of   his   mouth   without   thinking...   and   well,   it   was   the   truth.   he   had   wanted   to.   but   caelus   is   quick   to   realize   that   is,   perhaps,   not   quite   the   answer   dan   heng   was   looking   for...   so   he   smiles.   soft,   serene.   gentle   as   the   lulling   starlight.   ❝   and   because   i...   couldn't   come   up   with   the   right   words.   after   everything   i   couldn't   figure   out   how   to   tell   you   that...   ❞   his   gaze,   it   flicks   down   to   dan   heng's   lips   once   more,   and   he   hesitates.   

         so   many   languages   in   his   brain,   and   yet   he   can   never   find   the   appropriate   words   to   convey   how   he   feels   about   dan   heng   specifically.      ❝   -   that   i...   ❞   a   swallow,   tongue   laving   over   his   own   mouth.   deep   breath.   in.   out.   gold   upon   his   chest   pulsing   in   answer.   ❝   i   am   yours.   and   you   are   mine.   in   this   form,   and   your   other   one.   ❞   in   this   life,   and   so   many   others.

#𝐕𝐈. [ . . . ] answered / #cloudhymn #♥ [ . . . ] 𝐃𝐘𝐍. cloudhymn / meet me there where it's never hopeless #𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] verse / i. main #uwu