#;ic guizhong ( lord of dust )

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Guizhong (don't mind me re-dropping this with the fixed ones, shh)

[idolatri]

@goldenpeng / s.c

It is said that when Haagentus gets engrossed in a new project, the god is rarely seen outside of her Domain. Any unsuspecting intruders are not-so-gently removed from the premises by an automated system. Well, only beings with minimum clearance anyways. The passage of time is lost upon Guizhong when she emerges through the barrier, using her long sleeves to shield her eyes from the natural daylight.

Adept senses take note of the presence nearby. Guizhong glides over towards the esteemed yaksha with a welcoming smile. "What brings you here today?" The gentle timbre of her voice chimes.

"Perhaps dear Morax has been worried about oneself? Or is it another matter that plagues you, General Alatus?"

[tragedicna]

sucks in deep breathe . . . can't stop thinking about them so here's the list with a pic and a blurb and it's an invite to come write with them .

gods , deities , immortals , and overpowered muses edition . honorable mention : you huo

AKIMI -- a tiger deity with the ability to shapeshift and wield fire to their pleasing . . . a former royalty and worshipped by their people as a guardian , they received divinity through lineage . currently feels undeserving of their position

GUIZHONG -- the god of dust , she would never refer to herself as a god of creation , in spite of her ingenious inventions and creations . a woman that sought knowledge and gained divinity through recognition .

SNEZHANA -- the sovereign of a blizzarding land , a god with the ability to manipulate ice ; a monarch that just wants the best for her people and yet remains DISLIKED by many for her seemingly tyrannical rule .

BAIYIN -- the heroine goddess that lays forgotten by many , sealed in a shrine of darkness . the goddess of fortune and safety , of light and harmony , of happiness and good health . . .

HEIYANG -- the vengeful god that laid waste to those who sealed away his sister , brimming with anger as he remains incapable of releasing her seal . the god of misfortune and danger , of anger and vengeance , of pestilence and darkness . . .

YONGLIANG -- more commonly known by his peers as LIGHT BEARER  ,  he sacrificed himself for the greater good  .  fighting evil and keeping bad karma at bay  ,  he ends up being corrupted by the miasma and succumbs to the corruption  .  to prevent his descent into madness  ,  he was sealed away in a maze while his lover seeks a way to reverse the damage  .

DOKJA -- a man with omniscient knowledge of a world he got transported in  ,  not knowing he was the man that created said world  .  a man who thinks himself as just a supporting character but is actually the universe's creator  .

HUIYING -- a messenger of death and guide to the afterlife  ,  her immortality was gained through good deeds and cultivation  .  she's prayed to for a painless death and to help souls cross into the afterlife  ,  protecting the purity of souls and the safety of the living  .  she's often called upon during one's last rites before burial and she always attends funerals she's called to  .

LUMINE -- the abyssal princess that searched the continent for her brother for 500 years  ,  experiencing the harshness of a world lacking kindness and a pantheon of GODS that lack compassion  .  seeking to destroy the world of teyvat  ,  she works against her brother  ,  who's seeking to save teyvat  .

DAN HENG -- or better known as YINGYUE-JUN or simliarly  ,  IMBIBITOR LUNAE  ,  the dragon lord that became a criminal in his own land for committing a crime he no longer remembers  .  reincarnated in his current body and carrying just an inkling that he's a fugitive  ,  he has yet to face his past  .

BIMING -- a wandering god of the lost children  ,  he's known to be seen in crowds at fesitvities or marketplaces  ,  a near invisible being that could only be seen by the lost  .  though while he is known as a patron god of the LOST  ,  many find him to be a guardian god of children  ,  often praying to him for protection of one's own offspring  .  he currently resides on the outskirts of town  ,  helping at an orphanage  .

[noctarcanum]

the wind's contract || zhongven

SUMMARY: Barbatos gets badly injured in the Archon War, but it is not the pain itself he's crying about. The winds guide a certain dragon to him.

PAIRING: ZHONGLI/VENTI

word count: 678

The dust has barely settled, and flames of the Archon War were still burning bright that night. It is no wonder why Morax was left with a sense of unease and discomfort as he was patrolling his land. The hardest battle has been fought, why was he so restless?

The cold breeze of the night guided him to a peak near Mount Aozang, where no other than the Anemo Archon himself was sitting.

Morax stiffened, he was in no mood for tasteless pranks in these times, yet as he gripped the Vortex Vanquisher, some part of him knew this was no place for fighting.

Walking up behind him, the little winged creature - now barely resembling his archon friend - let out quiet sobs. He was resting his head on his knees, hugging himself with his bruised, trembling arms. His left wing hid behind layers of ashes and ice that was reluctant to ever melt, the other looked like it barely escaped the deadly chokehold of vines and roots.

If he was completely honest with himself, the first thing he wanted to do was give Barbatos his first warning to leave Liyue and return to Mondstadt. But that was not what Guizhong would have done.

So, he sat beside him.

Barbatos’ turquoise eyes met his, but soon both rather studied the land of clouds below their feet. Morax was beginning to question whether the winds leading him to his friend were intentional or not – he was only sure of the fact that Barbatos needed him, nonetheless.

‘I made a mistake,’ he said. His voice was weak and raspy, no odes could be singed with it. ‘I was too reckless, and it cost me… a precious gift.’

Morax nodded, though he didn’t understand anything.

‘What gift?’ he asked when the silence was killing him.

‘This body,’ Barbatos gestured. ‘I took the form of my dearest friend. He’s gone and still, this-‘ he took a shaky breath, unwillingly, ‘this is how I thank it. By rushing into war and breaking it.’

Tears were flowing down evenly on his puffed, red cheeks. Hiccups broke his breathing from time to time.

‘I brought shame to his memory, didn’t I?’

Morax of course knew this was not the Anemo Archon’s original form – the archons rarely used those anyway – but he never knew about this extension of the story, or why was he even sharing it.

‘From my understanding,’ said the Lord of Geo, ‘you and your friend had a contract.’

Barbatos finally looked up, eyes lost and burning for the gaze of the other.

‘An informal one, but still a contract,’ he continued. ‘He gave you his body, for you to be in full possession of it and to practice your free will as you please. By protecting your land… getting injured, healed, drunk, or kissed, you are merely abiding by that contract.’

Barbatos said nothing for a while, but his trembling seemed to have weakened. Following the other, his gaze shifted from the archon’s eyes back to the fog embracing the nearby mountains.

‘I love this view,’ Barbatos hummed. ‘Your land is truly unmatched, Morax.’

They parted ways and have not arranged a meeting for decades. There was much left to be healed and repaired, the war and its bitter memories were still fresh, but so as the memories of that night.

Therefore, when Barbatos visited Mount Aozhang a century later, found Morax in the same spot, as if he never left. As if he waited a century only for him to come back.

Morax had prepared tea, and let Barbatos sing all the epic tales of Mondstadt the other has missed. For them, another century, if not more, could have easily passed without notice. They talked about the war with sorrow no more, it was now a phantom tale of the old days and origins that they could evoke with a strange glow in their eyes.

It was no pleasant memory, yet, before their lips met for the first time, Barbatos softly recited Morax’s words about the contract of the wind.