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KICKS DOOR DOWN.
guys i am so embarrassed. i saw a blog correcting kaeya writers on a tiny thing…
um. if you saw me writing CALVARY CAPTAIN…. NO you didn’t . screams.
spanish is my first language SDLWSNAL. and even then i think i suck at both languages -
#oh my god EARTH SWALLOW ME#i am so embarrassed#i won’t write for a week GOODBYEEEE#ooc. peach speaks.
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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫. / @dawnbrst
━━━━ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃.
a turn of events when, being quite far from home, an abyss intel led him to this location within sumeru. nostalgia rings true with each step, as this is not the first time he has been here. it had been years, yes, yet, the memory of his father dragging him back to mondstadt was ALIVE.
( he'd kept this information close to his heart - an opening to khaenriah was bound to be within sumeru. )
and however similar these circumstances were, he was not here to see about his past. no - he was here to cause MISCHEIF & mischief had indeed found him in the form of master diluc saving him. a familiar sensation tugs at his heart, pain & not dissimilar to love towards his older brother. a smirk meets a serious one, ( a feeble attempt to hide his sudden surprise )
“ why, master diluc. fancy meeting you here . " knowing diluc was not one for talking, kaeya simply continues,
“ i am sure you are aware - but there is no escape. only way out is THROUGH. . . with this oh so FAVORITE knight. . . however. . . ” placing his weapon down, kaeya stares into the darkness. the tug within his heart pounding, an awkwardness hung in the air. oh, archons. the captain places a hand on diluc's shoulder,
“ i am rather content to rage war on the abyss . . . with my brother. ” avoiding gaze, the captain begins to walk into the darkness.
#diluc and kaeya would rage war#AND THEY WILL#a little ragbro moment#IM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD LAKSJDF;#i rushed al;sdkjf
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𝘤𝘰𝘯'𝘵. / @tidaltow
——— 𝐀𝐇𝐀.
there he was, the 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 who never quenched his flame, regardless of who was around. there is a spark in those eyes that reminds Kaeya of his younger days with 'Luc. A spark that makes kaeya wish to protect it ; lest it be 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃.
a smirk in response as kaeya rolls his eyes,
“ now, now. i'm not one to be kept on a LEASH. we're residing in the country of 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 after all. " a joke, really. ( however much he wished to believe in such FALSE atrocities, his past is an anchor to a much darker truth. )
“ no, no. this is where the fun begins, Percy. I'm here as simply 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀." ARCHONS. what a thread this posed to be, indeed. a hand reveals a coin & kaeya begins to flip it, thoughts moving along with it. there were a few reasons to bring this kid along ————
well, sure, mostly selfish reasons, HOWEVER, perhaps it was this spark that made him wish to bring him along.
“ i've caught wind on intel that is proving to be rather. . . interesting. it's a bit of a trip, but, ” he tosses the coin to percy,
“ its a step closer to bringing down a 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 god."
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i feel so discouraged & upset .
anyways. kaeya is my comfort character — someone who reminds me that as dark as things get, it’ll be okay. you just need a bit of sass and wine.
so, in light of CERTAIN events… please like for a kaeya starter of some sort. i’ll make it hopeful / rebellious / fun. it’s to cheer you AND myself up.
#fuck america#fuck racism and hatred.#that’s all i’ll say.#anyways kaeya would have a drink and cause hell because he’s my rebellious boy#ooc. peach speaks.
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tell us about his puppy. what's its name.
𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.
i'd say he has a few that he allows to freely roam ( they always come back to him )
... their names would most likely be after important things. but his first ( and the one that is most likely always around ) - dandelion. ( after dandelion wine . because that is extremely important ).
another one is named luke. ( you know, as in, 'luc... diluc. ) ... he truly does think he is being sly.
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𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 - 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 !
he has an adopted dog that he found during one of his missions.
he’s an animal lover (! & animals adore him ) !
whenever he gets the opportunity to visit another nation, he takes notes on their drinks for a certain cranky pants, hoping it’ll help his business .
he writes letters to Diluc — in them, he’s slowly learning how to be more . . . himself.
he enjoys finding ways around paperwork. like a game, he finds an innocent bystander who will get duped into doing his work .
he’s actually awkward with compliments. he’s smooth though so he bounces back rather easily.
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Pantalone doodles!
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✦ Shout-out to every single autocorrect trying to gaslight me into thinking Pantalone's title is not a real word
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𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘. a hand is brought up in full COMMAND ; STAND DOWN. ( the only who can bring any hurt to YELAN is himself. ) what an honor to be met with such a dangerous beauty - & within the same breath, what an 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. her greeting was a manner of ASSERTING dominance : how cute.
a smile appears as she makes herself comfortable within his space - gloved hand is brought up. precise movements will tuck a piece of raven lock behind her ears - the earrings she wore were worth a million mora. ( what a woman. )
“ why, my dear. I wouldn't dream of anything else. however - ” a hand quickly dismisses his underlings, they dissipate in seconds,
“ why won't you allow me to be your ESCORT this evening ? oh, come on. don't tell me you have anything better to do in this 𝗤𝗨𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗧 little town.”
of course , one would know that even before entering liyue's borders , that the woman already had information on his arrival . and , like the good host she is , she would be the first to greet the man , even if from the shadows .
her smirk remains , and that glint in her teal eyes does too ——— just as a small chuckle can be heard from her as she steps into the light , arms crossed .
"" why , thank you ——— had to do some modifications to it so it would fit my liking , but i'm glad you enjoy it . "" her voice is one of tease , one of playing ; because that's what she did best , wasn't it ?
yelan doesn't even care for the stares the man's security might give her as she comes closer , even daring to fix his robe on him .
"" dinner at 8pm , usual place ? ""
|| @lorendiel asked ! . . . ah , homeland of a distant past . distaste is hidden rather well as one of HIS banks is within the area. there is no longer a moment to waste due to anger . ( let it fuel hidden desires ) and no longer than minutes within LIYUE that the regrator finds himself being WATCHED ; eyes catch cold calculating ones : “ oh ? now, what a STUNNING jacket — ”
#𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳.#A;LSKJFD; LK I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOU DONT EVEN KNOW#is it me or did it just get hot in here#dear god#orchidice
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𝐀𝐇, 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐔𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇. it was true. if he wanted a debate - surely he'd have an easier time with one of the DOCTOR'S clones. no, he was not here for a debate. elegance spoke highly of hidden riches, all pointing towards a sum much more so than himself : 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.
he was here to COLLECT. to become a part of something 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓- it was history in the making. yes, if he is right, he is looking to strike a collaboration with the abyss itself. who more hates skies more than the cursed abyss ? a hum of recognition as his senior speaks ( pantalone is one for respect, at least for a FEW of his own superiors 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄, after all. )
“ why, now, are you here to collect bloodshed on the abyss ? ” curiosity is a killer, this he knows. but at some point, everything is his business. “ and besides - ” he is cleaning crystaline glasses, a cloth made from handspun worms from LIYUE. one for being DRAMATIC, pantalone sighs as he places his glasses back on.
“ what is that, my dearest FIRST ? ” gloved hands point over to a ghost white figure - black hair flowing gently in the wind. it seems as if the image of the person itself would GLITCH.
@lorendiel said: a moonless night greets the NINTH & although he is within natlan, there is an odd chill in the air. an eerie silence that tears through him.
and still, what a predicament. truly, he hardly finds himself in the presence of any of his fellow harbingers — LEAST of all the first.
“ do you believe in ghosts, capitano ? ” the regrator asks in greeting.
The chill in the air tastes not of moonlight and crisp mornings to come. Were one to ask the First, he would wearily concede that it tastes of darkness, of creatures hiding in the shadows, of the poison that reeks in the land since the Abyss has made its return. "If you are hoping for a debate, you are asking the wrong person in the wrong nation, Regrator." The low rumble of his voice rises beneath the mask, echoes within metallic confines he has willingly condemned himself to.
Foosteps fall heavy as doomsday clock ticking upon the nation of fire, as he approaches his colleague. Long has he renounced trying to see through Pantalone's schemes, not are they his to scrutinise - to each Harbinger their own goals and the means to attain them. As long as he doesn't interfere with his own mission, the Captain and his sword shan't find reason to oppose his presence here. "Ghosts. Ancient spirits. Lingering souls. They have a hundred names across Natlan, and thousands more across Teyvat - and they are more real here than anywhere else you may have ever laid eyes upon." The Captain answers in kind, stilling his steps at his side. Dark blue eyes direct their glow towards night skies (the same skies he only saw for the first time the day Khaenri'ah was swallowed beneath the earth and set ablaze).
"Ghosts are not what you should be worried about in this land. If you are looking out for danger, turn your eyes to monsters. They are just as real, and far more dangerous... and if my predictions are correct, I'm afraid they will soon be running rampant once more. They have already started. If you have no interest in enduring the relentless assaults of the Abyss, I would urge you to return to Snezhnaya before it is too late."
#oh my god a harbinger thread im so excited#ALSKDJFALSKJF!!!#im sorry that pantalone is a yapper - he is a business man please excuse him#apocryphis#𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳.
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@corxner liked for a spooky !
𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. it was not unknown to him, this void.
no, it dressed itself in such beauty beyond compare, enticing. it was art how it swallowed everything whole ; threatening to DEVOUR. and YET, this was an entirely different environment. there was a bite to each corner, a TAUNT within each crevice - how fascinating.
& most of all - would be the odd sensation of…. reality ? it is as if things are but, perhaps they are not. regardless, it would be an understatement that mild amusement would find the doctor as he sees none other than FAUST.
“ now- I recall you asking if I believe in the 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋. ” red umbrella in hand is offered to the other, inviting him into a SHARED space :
“ I may just change my mind. What, pray tell, brings you here, Faust? ”
#oho how i love this al;fk#i hope you enjoy and catch onto the subtleness of a FEW THINGS :) :)#𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦: 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳.
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━━ &. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.
hello loves! i'll be remaking my starter call since I see there are new people around here ! by 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 this, i will most likely IM you to come up with a smol idea & then I shall write something for us !
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@sansgout
couple killer plots (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ serial killer couples (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ no humanity vampire couples (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ scary villain couples (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ KILLER COUPLES!!!
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━━ &. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.
hello loves! i'll be remaking my starter call since I see there are new people around here ! by 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 this, i will most likely IM you to come up with a smol idea & then I shall write something for us !
#!!! i will be slow because i start work again this week and school too! but#i do love writing and id like to keep it as a small lil hobby for me!!!
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐃 : at times, they repel one another - other times. . . well, it seems as if they are colliding. how they cannot keep from having to place a touch here or there. intentional, soft, & very coincidental. ( ah, such a walking oxymoron ).
the doctor is elated ; tasting the success paints a vivid picture before him. the man before him is a gift - a MUSE. ignoring vincent and his gifts would be a SIN ; to not take advantage of that which had hopped right into his path. for what where the odds that the doctor would find such a curious man ? he simply had to take this MUSE for himself & see what he could do with its BEAUTY. this would be a 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 to be remembered. a rebirth.
“ oh ? well, it seems you spoil me too much. however, I insist that this is where the interesting part begins."
the doctor holds out his hand, palm up - waiting for the other to take it. eagerly, the doctor nods as vincent stares at the hand. feeling the warmth encompass his, hannibal smiles and begins to lead him to his kitchen, not letting go. ( and this, is what a RENAISSANCE was. a new beginning. shedding of old unwanted layers )
“ now, tonight's meal is a 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐝’𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐞 , served with a sauce of duxelles and oyster mushrooms. perhaps you can help by tasting the wine that I have chosen for this meal. ”
Again, those eyes pierce him. All at once uncomfortable but enticing. All at once undesirable but desired—two halves of Vincent in constant and incessant war over what he feels and what he’s willing to allow himself to feel. There’s a keenness to the way Hannibal looks at him—observant, the eyes of a man who misses nothing—and while Vincent should be more alarmed at the prospect of anyone burrowing beneath his skin and figuring him out . . . the sensation is just as much an exhilaration. To be vulnerable. To be known—
He tracks the other’s movements as he stands, allowing those doubtlessly choice words to sink in (though, if he just so happens to be momentarily distracted by deft hands working sleeves up his arms, so be it). “Should I in turn find your determination refreshing . . . ?” Vincent prods, head lolling sideways as a dry smile spreads. But, quips or otherwise, he can’t ignore that resonant tremble at his core, as if Hannibal has taken shears to that one wire holding him together—not yet snapped, but scraping metal against metal.
For the man mentions fear from an animal— What he really means is “prey.” And something about it . . . doesn’t quite sit right.
(Or does it sit . . . too right?)
“Is that so . . . ?” He rotates his wrist, swirling the deep crimson through his wine glass. “Well, you’ve at the very least set a high bar. I’d hate to see you disappoint now.”
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𝐜𝐨𝐧'𝐭. @tartagla
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐃𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑. as if any words spoken would simply ��dissipate into the air. mouth opens to attempt SOME sort of explanation when bubbles begin to disturb the pool's PEACE.
oh, absolutely 𝐍𝐎𝐓.
the captain takes the other's wrist and it does not take long before both of them begin to RUN towards the opposite direction. perhaps it is his frantic mind playing tricks on him, however, he swears by the archons that there was someone behind him at one point. to distract himself, the captain throws a question over ;
“ dottore ? as in the mad scholar who was expelled from the akademiya ? . . . . i'd rather take him on too, at this point. ”
#𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦: 𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩.#;lkjdfaldk i hope its okay that i continued this !! i thought it would be fun to be in the halloween spirit fjsa;d!!#tartagla
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𝐂𝐔𝐄 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰,
“ now, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 a name. truly, a foreign one, mr. orlain. you must have traveled quite far, no ? ”
without missing a beat, the captain follows 𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 gaze - ah, yes, the daughter. not to dissimilar as to when klee was under his care. a soft smile is offered, “ i assure you mondstadt is safe - however, I am aware of what it is to care for a younger loved one. can never be TOO safe, after all. ” lest bombs would go exploding, well, in his case.
"Orlain. Orlain Valhei." it was a mostly unheard of namesake, and he wasn't entirely keen on giving out his own name, in the slight chance that he would find himself on the receiving end of such flattering remarks. and besides, it wasn't as if he wasn't intending on getting that last name in full, the right way.
"You said it, not me. This is a trivial matter," he hums softly, crossing his arms over his chest and keeping a close eye on his half-vishap daughter from afar, just in case someone were to get a little too close for comfort, and also for his own sanity to stay... moderately in tact. "but it's a matter of joy, which I have to attest to."
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