#;lord of vishaps

[vishapsking]

what if i revive just to post rezhong content in the blessed year of our geo lord 2k24

[herri-writes]

i am fucking weak

[yaekiss]

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔

꩜ Room Content: GN! Top! Bathysmal Vishap! Reader x Subby! Bottom! Neuvillette, spoilers for Genshin Archon Quest 4.2, no gendered terms for reader, reader is a bathysmal vishap, Neuvillette has a dragon form, both reader and Neuvillette have hemipenes/two cocks, cloaca fucking (Neuvillette receiving), frotting, praise (Neuvillette receiving), lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: If you don't want to read about dragon vishap smut, don't read this one LOL. I know I said "between 800-1500 words". This one just ran away from me ok shhhh. I also made up some draconic courtship lore, don't look too hard at it (but please tell me if you think it's cute thank you <3) anyways ENJOY !!! ꩜ This was written for @coingbee as part of my Care for a Fic fundraising event for Gaza! If you would to request a fic of your own, do check out the event post above ^^

The Hydro Sovereign has returned to their full power.

From beneath the surface, your head lifts. Judging by the excited clicks and chirps made by the rest in the community, it seems as if the others have sensed it too. 

Whilst your fellow bathysmal vishaps murmur and chatter wildly with each other about whether or not to head up to the surface, you’ve already come to a decision. Without wasting another minute, you’re already hightailing it upwards towards the surface, tracking the whereabouts of your Hydro Sovereign via the trail of draconic power traces.

Following the trail takes you all the way into Fontaine. Along the way, you’ve adamantly ensured not to take routes with higher human traffic. The very thought of even crossing paths with one sends your mind twisting with a hatred and loathing so foul. 

As your journey progressed, the ebbing and flowing stream of the trail you’ve been tracking gradually grows stronger and stronger as your distance travelled increases. Until, finally, you’re sure you’re close to the end and even closer to meeting the Hydro Sovereign when the trail stops and seems to be wholly focused and condensed into a solitary being nearby.

Your head emerges from beneath the water, breaking the still surface, sending ripples outwards. Eagerness bubbles within you as you anticipate finally meeting with the Hydro Sovereign that the bathysmal vishaps have been biding their time for, restlessly awaiting the return of their Dragon Lord. The moonlight of the evening is lovely, reflecting off the flow of the ripples.

And yet, as you crane your head to look over to where the water laps gently at the shore, to where the trail you’ve been tirelessly following should end, you feel your blood chill.

All you see is a mere human who stares out into the vast sea.

A split second is all it takes for any previous semblance of anticipation to morph into disbelief and bitterness. Surely, this can’t be! After all this time, was the undying hope in seeing the return of the Hydro Sovereign wasted on some farce? A prime example of a cruel sadistic joke the high heavens would play at your expense, just to see you inevitably crumble at the grand reveal? 

Consumed by your emotions for a moment, you can’t help but regret not having forsaken your sight as your ancestors did. For perhaps if you had followed in their footsteps, you would’ve been able to bask in the exalted presence of your Sovereign leader, albeit for the price of blissful ignorance. 

However, there is still a stubborn, restless part in your mind that wishes to understand just how you could have been so misled like this, how you had managed to be fooled into tracking the trail of a human all this time. 

In a bat of an eye, you swim and make it to the shoreline, the coarse sand crunching under your claws. The disturbance causes the human to notice you, startled by the sudden appearance of a bathysmal vishap. (Although, strangely enough, no trace of fear shows on their face, and they make no move to scurry away.)

As the tension between the two of you grows, you advance slowly towards the human, low hissing sent to them as a warning. And suddenly, they try soothing you in a tongue that’s nothing but familiar to you.

Before your mind can keep up with the fact that this mere human can communicate with your kind, your head has already instinctively lowered along with your gaze pointed down towards the ground in deference to the undeniable traces of draconic authority in their tone and voice.

And when you feel a gloved hand lightly patting under your chin, trying to usher you back up to your previous position, you're struck with the dilemma of relishing in the awe of the unmistakable power of the Hydro Sovereign thrumming beneath or scorning the fact that you've allowed a human to touch you so casually.

(Does it really matter if the human in question is technically your Dragon Lord? The uncertainty leaves a sour taste in your mouth.)

Nevertheless, with enough insistence, they manage to raise your head back up before they start up the conversation.

“Greetings. I am sure you must have many questions regarding my form-” you nod, “-Very well, I suppose an explanation of events both recent and bygone is in order.” Through this, you learn briefly about the matters that have transpired, that his name is Neuvillette, that he is the both Iudex and the Hydro Dragon.

“I expect that you would take this information back to the rest of the vishaps, and that soon I might see more of you on the surface-” his tone drops to one more stern and absolute, “-With this, should any of the human Fontanians meet any unjust or unreasonable form of harm from your kind, I shall not hesitate in enacting the appropriate judgement.” 

An understanding reached, you return back to your community as a sort of newly appointed mouthpiece. However, this proves not to be your last meeting with the Sovereign. No, far from it, really.

The sun starts to dip below the horizon as you slink languidly behind Neuvillette on a stroll together at the area outside of the Opera Epiclese. A couple melusines ride atop your back, Blathine and Veleda. You’ve come to remember their names after Neuvillette encouraged you and the melusines to get along more. (And you might have a soft spot for them after realising the fondness the Hydro Sovereign extends to them.)

The sight of the Chief Justice, along with a literal vishap essentially piggybacking two melusines might seem to be an odd sight to most. However, Fontanians have simply gotten used to this after the first few instances. 

“Ah, there goes the Iudex and the melusines, and that big ol’... weird lizard he keeps around again, for the third time this week,” you hear someone in the surroundings say.

“Huh. Good for him, I guess,” someone else says in reply.

Despite all the time you’ve spent around humans while at your Sovereign’s side, you still haven’t quite managed to readily want to take up the form of one. Hence, the reason why there was a vishap right in front of the Fountain of Lucine. 

Sometimes the Fontanians comment that you’re some sort of big guard dog for Neuvillette. (Honestly, you can’t quite find it in yourself to be opposed to being seen as a protector for someone you hold dear. Plus, it made for easier piggyback rides for the melusines and you enjoy seeing the warmth on Neuvillette’s face when he sees them having fun.)

As the sky darkens and the stars above begin to twinkle, the both of you drop the melusines off at their destinations. Soon, you’ve strolled to the coastline, the soft sound of sea water crashing against the shore blending into the ambient noise in the peaceful evening. Admiring the moonlight glistening and skating across the body of water, you break the comfortable silence first.

“I shall be travelling back to the depths tomorrow, is there any message you would like me to pass on to the bathysmal vishaps?” 

Ever since your first meeting with Neuvillette, more and more of the others have been venturing out and up to the surface with the return of the Hydro Dragon. Due to your enthusiasm in meeting with the Sovereign, the responsibilities of monthly reports and announcements now fall on your back. (Sigh, is this what you get for being the first one back up? “The early bathysmal vishap meets the Hydro Sovereign,” or something of the like?)

“Ah. Has it already been a month since the last one?” He pauses to think, before continuing, “No, I don’t have any information or messages to relay.”

Another short lull in the conversation, you note that he seems to be mulling something over as he thumbs along the handle of his cane in quiet contemplation.

“I hope I am not overstepping as I say this, however, I find myself reluctant to part with you. I find that the time that we spend together is invaluable and that I oftentimes catch myself longing for your presence whenever we are apart,” he communicates this to you, the vulnerability apparent in his words.

“Perhaps, my confession would be more sincere if I were not restricted in my human form.”

As he says this, he wades into the waters, then dives under when deep enough. There’s a change in the atmosphere surrounding you, a heavier pressure forming and coalescing as a vivid bright blue starts to glimmer from the depths.

You look out expectantly, waiting with bated breath, and before long, the mirror surface of the water begins to ripple and distort from something significant moving underneath. Its streamlined movements rocket it towards where you’re standing, and as the level of the water decreases, more of its form is revealed until ultimately, the Hydro Dragon stands before you in all of his glory.

His serpentine frame towers high above you, almost double your height, with smooth iridescent azure scales covering the top of his body and claw-tipped flippers. The colour of his scales transition gradually from blue to ivory white in areas like his underside and neck. His powerful tail relaxes in the shallows, occasionally swishing, causing little waves in the water.

Casting your gaze further up, you see the familiar sight of his glowing tendrils, extending down from the two sides of the back of his head. He cranes his head downwards in one fluid motion, closing the distance between the two of you as he levels you with piercing lavender slitted pupils.

Driven by natural instinct, you bow at the display of ancient authority.

“Raise your head, after all, have you not managed to worm your way into the space next to my heart?” You hear his voice in your mind, the edges of his words pronounced with the slightest hint of a gravelly growl in this new form.

He shifts in closer, nudging his head under yours to lift your gaze back up so that it meets his own.

“As I expected. This form truly is more freeing for myself. Now, I am able to do this,” The tendrils by his head seem to glow more intensely before he can continue. The almighty Hydro Dragon is… blushing?

“Forgive me if I am too forward, however,” there’s nothing but sincerity in his gaze, “Would you allow me to entwine with you?”

Neuvillette's simple question sends your mind reeling. The act of entwining is an incredibly  personal act of intimacy and often indicates the start of courtship in draconic species, one that signals everlasting devotion and commitment.

Usually, entwining is done with tails in regular vishap species. However, species with tendrils can also choose to use them instead of their tails since many believe the gesture to be more heartfelt. It is also said that the closer the frills or spines that the tendrils wrap around are to the head, the stronger the affection that the dragon has for the receiving party.

“I ask this of you not as the Hydro Dragon but rather, as Neuvillette. The one who has seen you cherish and care for the melusines, the one who has had walks under the rain with until the stars have emerged in the clear night sky.” He tilts his head down, tone serious. “That is to say, I do not wish to have your agreement only be one made out of obligation to authority.”

A beat of silence passes as your brain scrambles to process Neuvillette pouring his heart out to you, and you realise that your lack of an answer causes him to hesitate. (His tendrils droop a little and you think you see rain clouds starting to form.)

Before he can apologise or backtrack, you shift forward, headbutting him lightly to shake him out of his crestfallen state.

“Of course, Neuvillette.”

Upon hearing your answer, he instantly brightens and he goes to nuzzle his cheek against the side of your snout. 

“Do excuse me if I execute this wrongly, I’ve never done it before after all,” he comments before gingerly manipulating his glowing tendrils so that they coil around the spines closest to your head on either side. 

Up close, you can see everything so clearly, the tenderness in his gaze that he holds specifically for you. You can’t help but playfully bump your forehead against his, making him emit a content low rumble.

When he untangles and pulls back up, you swipe your tongue briefly against one of his tendrils, something akin to a quick kiss. This elicits a shiver from Neuvillette, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Apologies, ahem, it seems that my tendrils are quite the sensitive area. This full form is still somewhat new to me, and I have not had the chance to discover and understand everything about it just yet,” he squirms lightly against you.

“So how about we find out together? No time like the present, after all,” your tone is sly, charged with a salacious intent that causes Neuvillette to stiffen, tendrils glowing even more intensely than before.

Saying nothing, he swiftly manoeuvres his lithe body until he’s lying supine on his back,.  he exposes his vulnerable underbelly to you, an act so trusting that it roots you to the spot in disbelief for a brief second. Your eyes travel down until you catch sight of his cloacal opening already growing slick.

“Teach me well, beloved.”

Using his tail, he ushers you onto his larger form, where you clamber until you've positioned your slit against his. And when you grind downwards, you can feel him tremble beneath you.

“Hah… I wasn’t aware that it would feel this good,” you hear his voice shake with arousal in your mind. Maybe it’s a side effect of telepathic draconic communication, yet, it’s almost as if you can feel everything he’s feeling, like all your sensations are linked with his, increasing the pleasure bubbling up within you twofold. 

He takes the initiative this time, pushing his bottom half upwards to rut against you. It’s not long before the both of you are reduced to grinding against each other, each moving in tandem in order to maximise the pleasure. 

Suddenly, Neuvillette halts all action, causing you to freeze and check up on him.

“I’m alright. I only stopped because it seems like your hemipenes have everted.” Bashfully, he averts his gaze elsewhere, as if he had been caught seeing something he shouldn’t have. (Which is laughable considering the fact that the both of you were just writhing on the ground, tangled up in each other.)

In your haze, you hadn’t even noticed your cocks evert. Neuvillette’s are still somewhat concealed within, only the drooling tips peeking out of his entrance. 

“Yours haven’t yet, that won’t do. How else are we supposed to help you understand your new anatomy?” you shake your head, a faux forlorn tone decorating your words. “Would you allow me to penetrate you, Neuvillette?”

He nods at your suggestion and you line up one of your tips at his opening. Aided by the copious amount of slick fluid, you’re able to slowly enter him, sandwiching one of his dicks between the one you have in him and the one rubbing against his exposed head.

The new sensation has him throwing his head back, drawing out a loud throaty groan.

“D-Don’t stop, please, beloved.”

Spurred on by how wrecked he sounds, when you’ve made sure he’s comfortable, you start to rock in and out of him, shallow unhurried motions to start then transitioning to a faster pace once he starts to meet your thrusts. Slowly but surely, as Neuvillette gets increasingly worked up, his hemipenes gradually evert until they’re fully revealed.

They’re slender, each with a pale white bulbous base that then curves and morphs into a tip that’s more flared on the bottom edge, like a blunt fishing hook.

“There we go, how are you feeling, still fine?”

“Yes, but allow me to catch my breath first before we continue. Thank you for checking with me, beloved.”

When he’s ready, he experiments and frots his cocks against yours, hissing at the heat and friction as they drag along your lengths. The slick sounds do nothing to quell the rising desire within you and you can feel yourself reaching your peak.

The dragon under you is faring no better as well, judging by how wound up he’s getting. His tail is flicking wildly to and fro in the water, churning up the sand as a desperate mix of growls, chirrups, and pitched calls leave him. Despite it all, he’s still the most gorgeous sight you’ve ever had the opportunity to witness.

“You’re nothing but beautiful, Neuvillette. Ah! I’ve grown to see the overflowing compassion you have within you,” he keens at your words and you can sense the pleasure he’s feeling melding with yours.

“How fortunate I must be to stay at your side, to call you mine, as I, yours.” And this is what does him in.

As he spills over, his tail goes to loop around yours tightly whilst his muscles lock and shake. You follow suit not long after, a sticky mess forming between the two of your bodies

A quick splash around in the water washes most of the evidence off. You rest next to where he’s curled up comfortably, the waves rhythmically lapping up against him. The atmosphere is relaxed as the both of you wind down and converse.

“I’d love to stay with you till the late morning but you have a trial scheduled and I promised to find Pahsiv first thing in the morning to catch up,” you lament.

A rumble from his chest, he’s chuckling. He tucks his head next to yours, caressing a tendril across your cheek.

“I’ll wait for you. Return safe, my beloved one.”

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old and new [gn/m.reader]

good lord i have been gone for a long time. i am so sorry, i am recovering from bloccus writicus. also i may have been… getting in touch with my thirst for strong women. women are so beautiful. i love them. to all my requesters (? how to english), please excuse my tardiness. allow me to rev my engine before delivering them once again. i’m gonna warm up with a few posts (including this). ALSO THIS STORY IS JDIADMC IDK.

𖦹 big on genshin lore because i am nerding out, creator reader but not sagau reader, like i’m talking you are a character in the story, ooh look at me diverting from my agenda of overseer reader (i blame skirk’s master).

The mere ability to create is something so vast and so elaborate, placed upon the pedestal for all to see. If one is gifted with the passion and talent to create, they are the envy of all — to craft the most divine pieces, create something so intricate that it is nothing short of impressive.

And through it all, an artist hones one’s skills until they have reached the peak — until they’ve viewed every perspective, until they’ve used every shade, until they’ve done every stroke, all of it comes down to their prized creation;

Their Magnum Opus.

That… was Teyvat to you.

It was your pièce de résistance. If the myriad of heavenly bodies that lay before your trail were thought-provoking and terrifyingly beautiful to a fault, then Teyvat was your inexplicable masterpiece, one that took trial and error as your gentle hands shaped and carved every landscape, as your breath that blew into it became the protecting breeze, and as the tears that you wept from joy became the primordial seas of the world that birthed new life forms that you managed to call a mere happy accident.

It was yours. Many worlds before it were mere prototypes, but something you’ve cherished nonetheless. To you, Teyvat was the product that will possibly never get any better and a creation that will never be bested by anything else.

You granted it laws that were akin to the past worlds you’ve crafted with your own hands, you gave it life through the creatures that crawled around the earth. It thrived and you gave it autonomy once you thought it could work on its own course with your given gifts to let it thrive.

Teyvat was your cherished creation.

And the same rings true until now upon your quiet descent. Your immaculate robes that were woven with stardusts suddenly turning into a soft silk. You walked the earth in your bare feet, the blades of grass a mere tickle underneath you as you journeyed through the world.

The breeze blew by your hair and you felt the sheer invigoration, forcing a tiny titter out of you. You embraced the fruits of your hard labor, recalling the eons you nearly wept in agony as you continued to sculpt everything down to its tiniest detail.

And out of all of that, you birthed your pride and joy, this world that could never measure up to anything else.

Your eyes which held the countless stars and worlds you’ve created soon found itself gazing across the vast lands of this realm of light you’ve created, finding the realm of void opposing the one you were on.

Countless times you’ve heard your fellow artisans question you for creating such an unconventional place to be. But you sought balance in this perfect world of yours, where every creature can walk on their own respective realms. And if you can create pure beings of light, who’s to say that you can’t create the creatures that lurk within the void?

Your feet pattered against the grass that rustled as you hoped to approach and visit the opposing realm when you felt the ground beneath your rumble and shake. You stilled yourself with ease as you looked over your shoulder.

And your eyes had never known such beauty until now.

For the first time, a creature of divinity such as yourself was gobsmacked at the sight of a huge Vishap that stood before you.

It was a beautiful one — its blue scales that blended with the water from your tears of joy that you’ve shed upon your creation, its eyes holding the purest intentions that matched its pure being. You can feel the waters surge within its very form, like a fresh cold spring on a hot summer day.

Your eyes suddenly filled with tears as you felt your heart constrict with so much love as you watched it approach you. You have never seen such beauty that it truly nearly knocked you off your feet. Your chest ached with so much want as you continued to marvel the creature that you only hoped of succeeding in creating several eons ago.

“Oh… look at you…”

Your voice, honeyed and smooth as a silk, tinkled across the lands — waking up the creations that you gave life to upon your very own creation of Teyvat. Your voice, filled with so much love and tenderness, directed to the Vishap that towered over your tiny mortal form with ease, rang out, as if to call for it to come closer.

And it does.

The earth shakes with every weighted step that it took and you followed, contrasting the loudness with the silence of your own steps. You met it halfway until the very concept of distance no longer exists between you and the Vishap.

“…Such a beautiful one you are,” you whispered, your voice emitting a lilt of care and intense joy that you managed to suppress for a good measure before it overwhelmed you.

You lent a hand and its gaze directs towards it.

The Vishap leans into your touch and you can feel the waves of the primordial sea flow through you. With it, you can feel the joy you’ve felt once you’ve reached the end of your creation. You’ve felt the nostalgic satisfaction that kept you fulfilled even until now. You’ve felt the overwhelming love and excitement that you had when you took a step back and got a good look on Teyvat’s finality.

“You, who cradled our lives in your hands,” it spoke with a bellowing voice, making it seem like your own was but a mere squeak. “…Why do you pursue a creation as grand as this?”

You took a second as you pondered its question.

“…For the love in me is much too big not to share.”

“We have anticipated your descent. Nibelung has prophesied the return of the tearful artisan.”

You felt yourself flush at the title that was given to you unceremoniously, “Are my tears so ineffably embarrassing that I deserve such a name from my beloved creations?”

It huffed at your light jest, “It is nothing more but a praise. Your tears brought life in this barren world. Your tears gave birth to a new life that not one could hope to achieve—

“Your tears are my waters, to which I have complete sovereign on. Your tears are my will, to which I am eternally thankful for.”

You felt the inevitable warmth flow through your tiny body from the Vishap’s words alone. While it was satisfying to finish Teyvat on its own, you suddenly found a level beyond that feeling after receiving gratitude from your own creation firsthand. It melted your lonely soul and you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the feeling of it alone.

Such a simple gesture it was — to thank you — and yet the feeling it gave transcends every other emotion you’ve felt throughout the course of your long and eternal life.

“May you continue to prosper with the gift I’ve given you.” You blessed it with your small voice, barely above a mere whisper.

Your palm that shaped many worlds emitted the kind of warmth from a starting kiln and the Vishap relished in the feeling, a pleased growl echoing through the empty vast land of the light realm.

“The life that I owe to you will be cherished and used to its fullest. And should I perish, I will return with memories of you, no matter how faint.” It promised in one breath.

Your silken robes billowed against the breeze that blew by again. You can only feel your thoughts and feelings mingle with the Vishap’s. For once, you are able to see how it and its fellow Vishaps came to be, how each of them walked through the light realm and claimed its own homes where they ruled with incredible prosperity and indomitable ambition.

You were able to appreciate the further creation of life on this world that you deemed perfect, and was able to see how it went when you slept to rest for a good few centuries.

It was a feeling so invigorating, that you could feel your heart swell with so much love and pride for these dragons that walked the haven you’ve created. It mattered not to you how they came to be, only that they were able to live in peace and free from cumbersome bothers. It eased your heart, knowing that they are able to propagate their kind with so much freedom under the autonomous law that you gave to Teyvat.

You were feeling genuine satisfaction.

And it feels your jovial heart, with the way it continued to nestle its luminous scaled body into your touch.

“Protect this world with all your might. And you… you that holds my tears, will be given the authority to bring judgment of all life that makes a home on this world for centuries to come.”

Among the array of emotions that flowed through you, you felt its grateful pride surge through you.

A draconic pride that will leave its mark on you.

You had hoped it was a bad dream — a childish nightmare, no matter how unheard of it was among the divinity like you.

You hoped that the constriction in your loving heart was a jest in poor taste, that it was just a passing act of scare that you will laugh at. But as your eyes gazed at your magnum opus, your heart nearly shattered into a million little pieces.

The waters that were intimately connected to your essence, your very being, was tainted with anguish and anger. You can feel the hardships that started to brew from a few tiny nicks of pain in your heart. Teyvat was quite literally anchored to you through the primordial waters that flowed through it.

And as it continued to suffer contamination from something foreign, your heart further corroded into something that inflicted pain. You can feel the blood that soaked into the waters cry for desperation, you can feel the way it boiled with so much thirst for vengeance against whatever caused the first tragedy on Teyvat in the first place.

You placed full faith on the seven sovereigns, you had given them blessings that will aid them to guard your precious creation, but you could feel the tinge of betrayal flow through your veins when you threw a quick glance and saw Nibelung seeking something far more dangerous to defend their realm.

Something not from Teyvat. Something you know the laws that you placed which granted autonomy would reject and inflict sorrow upon those that were affected by it.

You fell into a state of unrest, pained with the grief of betrayal and longing for those that fought to protect your very own creation. A part of your mind condemns you for placing such a burden on your creations that cannot be better than outworld creatures that transcend them. But another part of you screams genuine belief to those you have tasked, that they will prevail and honor your simple wish.

Normally a couple of decades was nothing to you — as it could pass as quick as a mere minute, but to experience excruciating pain that throbbed like a vile tumor on your heavenly being was not something to sneeze at. Your heart ached for so many decades as you watched the sovereigns fall before those that intruded in your lovely creation.

And as it stole the authorities of the sovereigns, like a widow bereft its lover, you were forced into a state of slumber, lasting for centuries to come.

The new world thrives with lush life, creatures alike living as though its lives weren’t owed to the slumbering deity that was consumed with so much grief after all the tragic events that happened since its arrival on your world.

Perhaps it was the gentle mercy granted upon you that you stayed asleep when it parted a new realm for humanity’s arrival. When it was challenged by someone of the same nature, resulting to more catastrophic devastation that marred your heart with more fresh scars while you slept.

Perhaps it was best that you were unconscious as your closed eyes poured out tears endlessly that would sure tire you out for years as it happened.

And perhaps it was its atonement for the damage it caused you when you woke up and saw your Teyvat as something entirely new. Something that you didn’t create, something… completely alien.

Your pride as a divine creator was shaken, but you were quick to brush it off, wanting to see just how much your precious world was defiled and turned into something you know would never pass up as befitting into your standards. It was admittedly unbecoming of you, to turn your nose up against a creation, you always held some form of admiration and appreciation towards anything. You loved — and loved so much that you had to create to share it with your creations.

But Teyvat was once your magnum opus, it was… yours. It bathed in your heavenly tears, it felt every caress of your hands as you molded it into something you called your greatest masterpiece eons ago. You broke into a sweat, slaved away for the sake of your satisfaction upon completion, and when you finished it, you cried from happiness alone.

You descended, the flurry of stardust in your divine robes coagulating into the familiar silken robes that you wore whenever you would visit the seven sovereigns.

How many years have you been asleep? Dreaming up a reality where you shared a meal with the humongous and serpentine Dragon of Verdure, where you watched the Dragon King roar with pride, and where you exchanged the most insightful and heartfelt conversations with the Dragon of Water — the one that held your tears.

The grass underneath your bare feet feels as though it had a million stories to tell you, that among those years you’ve been forced into a slumber, you had missed a good chunk of what made Teyvat into this.

But the familiarity of the empty landscape was enough to urge you to keep going forth.

And that same familiarity ended the moment your eyes landed on fallen structures — ones you’ve never seen before. You can decipher that it once stood at a towering height, just from pillars that could squash your tiny mortal form with ease should it fall at the slightest disturbance.

You could feel a sense of tyranny from these structures, a tyranny broken by a hope from perhaps the creatures that felt trapped by it. You may have been asleep when it happened, but you can almost see how the tyranny of the past ruler of this place fell against the unity of those who longed freedom.

“Freedom… huh…” You murmured softly and a breeze rustled the grass beneath you. A lone leaf from the many trees landed on your hair, prompting you to take it and look at it.

You wondered how the Dragon of Verdure was fairing. If it had the same authority over the luscious life of Dendro as it did before.

Your feet continued to take you somewhere else, as though it had a sense of where to go. You never questioned it — as alien as Teyvat was to you now, it was still your world. And as long as the primordial waters are around, it stays anchored with you.

It didn’t take long before you ended up before a civilization — one you have never seen before when you descended before it came to challenge the seven sovereigns. Your eyes widened at the sight, pupils dilating as you watched humanity flourish and thrive within that patch of rock where a city sat.

Never had you expected to wake up to the sight of humans thriving in your world where there was once none.

Your sense of cautiousness dropped in a quick second and you took yourself towards it, foot against the hard cobblestone bridge as you walked towards the walls of this… civilization.

If you looked odd approaching this city in such a state, then you were certain they brushed it off as the guards welcomed you with a smile.

“Weary traveler, welcome to Mondstadt, the City of Freedom, blessed by our beloved Anemo Archon, Barbatos himself!”

For the first time since you had woken up, you felt the same overwhelming sense of love and tenderness as you were welcomed with living mortals, living in your creation like it was a normal occurrence for them.

Never had you known that humanity, no matter how it came upon your world, could be so beautiful.

And just like the day you met that beloved Vishap of yours, you wept.

“You sure know a lot of things about this place! Paimon could even say that you’re far more knowledgeable than Zhongli could be!”

Your laugh rang through the streets of Fontaine, angelic and seeming like a song from the heavens itself.

It had been so many years — dare you say centuries even, since you first descended after sleeping for so long with all the catastrophic events that has happened. You had traveled far and wide, discovered every single hidden civilization from the time you were asleep, learned every little conflict that happened.

You had to do the hard part of reading through every ancient tome that had a different language with each ancient civilization, but filling in the gaps was much easier. Despite it being your creation, the mere fact that you gave it autonomy only meant it wasn’t always subservient to you. It had its own laws even if you were the very being that gave those laws.

It was a refreshing change, quite frankly. Teyvat treated you like any other mortal and you could see and experience how humanity managed to adapt to the laws of your creation. It was honestly tear-jerking. You may not be the one that introduced humanity — rather it was the one that caused devastation to you and your dragons, but it was nonetheless still an endearing sight that you cherished.

You had to relearn Teyvat’s new history as it began embarking on a journey as a new world, where humans thrived and dominated, where beings in a mortal body but with a higher threshold, power, and purpose called gods were the ones to govern instead of the elemental sovereigns.

Somehow throughout it all, it felt as though your world was no longer yours.

But the waters ring familiarity, as it held your feelings from all those years ago. And now it’s far more potent in the Land of Hydro that you were currently on as you accompanied the blonde traveler that gained infamy across the nations you too journeyed in the past.

You felt for them, much like you before, they had to learn the secrets of this world. Only that they had to do it blind, while you managed to fill in the blanks of the tragic past of this world. And as much as you’d like to play the hero, since your descent after your sleep, you have learned to let everything play out on its own.

“I’m not one to claim superiority over Mister Zhongli’s prowess. Surely he knows far more than I do,” you deny with a genuine conviction. You learned he was the oldest of all archons, and have a better grasp of the world than you do when you were asleep.

“Mm. Let’s just call it quits and say you and him are even!” The tiny floating guide chirped, clapping in satisfaction after her own little conclusion.

You only nodded, conceding to her whims before finding the traveler walking up to you and giving you a serving of fish and chips and a double of serving for Paimon. You thanked them kindly and they only offered you a polite smile and a nod.

“Oh! Right! We should be heading off to pick up some bounty for more mora! Are you coming, [Name]?” Paimon asked, looking at you.

You caught their gaze and shook your head, “I think I’d like to take a walk around for a moment. I’ll see you two in awhile.” You said with the same unwavering smile that offered nothing but fondness for either of the two.

With a nod from them, off they went to Euphrasie to hound her for more bounty and its fruitful rewards.

You walked through the streets, basking in the noise of every call from every vendor within the side of the street, indulging the bustling nature of the busybodies in Fontaine, and savoring the air of nostalgia that perhaps only you can understand and feel.

Your feet halted at the remote parts of Palais Mermonia, admiring the flowers while you embraced the sense of familiarity that coursed through your veins. It was a welcome feeling above all, as it was the same feeling when you first truly experienced happiness.

And what luck it was when the Iudex himself was passing by for a quick break, to take a tiny breather from the suffocating throes of workload that was hurled on him as one of his many responsibilities.

You perked up when you heard a pair of footsteps echo within the cavernous structure of the Palais Mermonia and you looked over your shoulder.

Suddenly, that nostalgic feeling increased and your heart throbbed and ached with so much longing.

Suddenly, the breeze felt like it did centuries ago.

Suddenly, the hard concrete floor felt like the gentle grass beneath you.

And suddenly, the man behind you felt like the bearer of your tears.

You took a moment before facing him and found a smidgen of confusion and surprise that broke through his otherwise stoic expression. You had heard his impartiality and people reveled in him, word of the mouth was that the great Iudex, Mister Neuvillette himself, was the very symbol of Justice in Fontaine.

You didn’t know whether or not it was a wasted chance, but it never occurred to you to even ask if he kept his promise.

To come back with the faintest memories of you.

Instead, you smiled, bowed so gracefully and respectfully to him like any other mortal who have heard of his achievements would.

But you had to give him a few words yourself; just for old time’s sake.

“Look at you now…”

Your voice, much like millions of years ago, held the same sweetness and fondness, honeyed to perfection that it can lull anyone within earshot to a sense of comfort and warmth. Your voice beckoned him to come closer.

And he does.

“You’re thriving so beautifully… living among humanity…”

You could see the way his breath hitch in his throat, and you stifle a tiny laugh and suppressed the nostalgic fondness and love in your heart that was close to bursting at the seams.

“You did well.”

And you left him then and there, like a soft breeze in passing, in search of the traveler and their tiny emergency sustenance, without you knowing, that for once, it wasn’t you who cried.

It’s true, the new Teyvat felt alien to you.

It is no longer your world, but theirs — they, the humanity that staked its claim and lived for generations, they, the creatures that survived every catastrophic event that struck this world, and they… the beings that claim dominion over it.

And as this world’s creator, you would do well to enact the safety of the life it nurtured, even if you were overshadowed by the very being that devastated you.

After all, with all the love in you, it would be hard not to share it with the world you once knew.

[perpetuallyobsessed0613]

Each Region's Dragons & Archons

So it's no secret that the Dragons of Teyvat used to hold sovereignty over the word before the rise of the Archons. As a result of that, some relationships between the Archons and their designated dragons are either amicable, nonexistent, or hostile. This post is a refresher and then delves into some of my theories on Focalors's relationship with Neuvillette based on the Fontaine trailer seeing as it's been revealed (leaked) that Neuvillette is the Hydro Dragon!

Monstadt - Dvalin & Venti

Their relationship was strained because Dvalin feared being forgotten into obscurity. He felt a deep betrayal at the lack of acknowledgement on his behalf by the people of Monstadt and therefore fell prey to the *Abyss Order's schemes.

Venti, however, considers Dvalin a friend, one he cares about dearly. He would go through hell and back to make sure the dragon is okay and that they're on the same page about things. Very obvious seeing as he did throughout the very first Archon Quest.

Relationship overall: Deep trust and friendship

Liyue - Azhdaha & Zhongli

Azhdaha was initially buried deep in the bedrock beneath Liyue, with a soul that spoke out to Rex Lapis, so much so that Rex unveiled him from the deep layers of rock and fulfilled his wish to see the world.

Rex Lapis carved out Azhdaha's form into a great dragon and blessed him with eyes. The two explored Teyvat together and fought together. They were great, dear friends. They had made a contract that should Azhdaha bring havoc to order in Liyue, he would be sealed away once again.

They were so close that Azhdaha was the only one who could call Rex Lapis 'Morax' with fondness

The passage of time brings about the erosion of time, and Azhdaha was not immune. As a result of the erosion, Azhdaha forgot about his contract with Rex Lapis and with the overexploitation of The Chasm by the people of Liyue, his condition worsened and he broke the contract, forcing Rex to intervene and seal him away.

In Zhongli's story quest, he re-seals Azhdaha and is himself moved by the bittersweet goodbye he has to say to him until they meet again someday.

Relationship overall: Bittersweet friends

Inazuma - Orobashi & Ei

Essentially, Orobashi is the reason Enkanomiya and Watatsumi Island exist

Initially Orobashi fled to the depths of Enkanomiya to flee the rule of Teyvat after being unable to defeat Ei or the "golden god" (assumed to be Rex)

An explorer happened upon Orobashi and asked it to be a god and it did, ending the rule of the Sunchildren (puppet rulers) and reducing the threat of  Bathysmal Vishaps

The people of Enkanomiya then co-worshipped Orobashi because of this

Orobashi was preparing for them to resurface to Inzauma, however it happened upon a book that detailed a history of Teyvat that Celestia intended to be buried

Orobashi sacrificed parts of its body to create Watatsumi island and also

Because of this forbidden knowledge Orobashi and Watatsumi Island were found guilty of profanity and deceiving living souls

Orobashi took all the transgressions upon himself and was slain by Ei while Watatsumi Island was taken back under the rule of Celestia

Relationship overall: Hostile/Nonexistent

Sumeru - Apep & Nahida (and Rukkhadevata)

Apep despises the Archons and humanity because they rely on Celestia for their power

Originially, Apep claimed Sumeru as its domain

Apep, along with the other dragons of old, fought against the Heavenly Principles for the right to rule over Teyvat. They lost and thus, power over Sumeru was given to King Deshret and Rukkhadevata.

Because King Deshret was essentially the cause of the forbidden knowledge spread, Apep also got corrupted by it as a result, which further amplified her disdain for Celestia, the Archons, and humanity

However, Greater Lord Rukkhadevata had actually created a backup plan to help save Apep by concentrating her elemental energy into Fire Seeds, she didn't get to use them herself though (rip)

In Nahida's second story quest she attempts to reason with Apep and eventually the two reach an agreement that Nahida can help her (basically Nahida's a sweetheart and proved she would do anything to save Apep, including sacrifice herself)

Apep still harbors disdain for the Heavenly Principles but sees no reason to wipe out the Archons or humanity, she decides to simply watch and see how far things go

Relationship overall: Tolerable

Fontaine - Neuvillette & Focalors (Theories)

Based on the trailer I am certain of one thing: these two have a deal of some sort that allows Neuvillette to retain a semblance of jurisdiction over Fontaine while also maintaining Focalors's ultimate power

According to the Genshin Impact Wiki: "A prophecy in Enkanomiya claims that a new Dragon of Water will be born in human form, as these dragon-lords require a "pure" vessel and the Bathysmal Vishaps, originally Hydro, had become "impure" when they evolved to harness the powers of Electro and Cryo", so my guess is he's a descendant or reincarnation of the Dragon of Water that was born shortly after the Archon War.

These two have entirely different temperaments. While Neuvillette is a stickler for law and order, opting to rule with an iron thumb in court, Focalors thrives on chaos, craves it even. This could actually lead to a clash or twist in Fontaine.

Neuvillette is still subservient to Focalors as a result of their agreement.

It's very possible that Arlecchino will play the role of whispering ideas into Neuvillette's ear, causing him to consider trying to defeat Focalors and take jurisdiction himself OR

He could actually consider Focalors a formidable foe that he respects and instead fools the Fatui into thinking that they've got him under their thumb only to use that against them to help Focalors keep her Gnosis?

IDK man I'm sensing a double edged sword kinda relationship with these two, we'll see!

Relationship overall: Dubious...

[culxiaa-fn]

Every time I remember that there is a possibility that Neuvillette can't actually change into a dragon form because of Vishaps evolution that makes them impure it makes me depressed ngl

I hope if Neuvillette gets a second story quest he will visit Enkanomiya or at least interact with some Vishap. There are quite a few Vishaps that appear at Loch Urania,i wonder if they are waiting for Neuvillette or if they have already met him... Not to mention it is a hydro vishap too... Maybe they are the "loyal" ones. Maybe there are some that hold grudge and resentment for making their lord reincarnation "impure"

[zhongrin]

If you'd like some filthy brainrot,

As a fellow degenerate may I posit:

Threesome with Morax and Azhdaha in their half-human forms. Maybe a tad of ovipos if you like, cause there is ONE Azhdaha smut on AO3 and one on Tumblr and I'm getting bored of rereading them. (AFAB reader, smaller than them but that's not hard. Nsfw content obviously, rlly obvious breeding kink, draconic double dick, they're kinda condescending)

And those two being competitive all the way through.

They try to outdo each other in the stroking of your skin as they strip you, counting up how many items of clothing each removes. In the bites and hickies on your collarbone, chest, and arms. They flaunt it to each other, voices rumbling into you, when you grab either one's body or horn for support, moan his name. They've made their human forms warm-blooded (because this is my fantasy and I make the rules) so they burn on either side of you as they continue to kiss and lick and mark and grab and claim their little human to the fullest extent.

They try to outdo each other when they begin to savor your gushing cunt. Azhdaha throws your legs over his shoulders at first, but is quickly pushed away by Morax. "You don't even know how to make a feast of it. Observe." Annoyed, Azhdaha holds up your torso as Morax fully lifts your hips off the bed with barely any effort, continuing to kiss and mark and whisper precious, beautiful, so good for us, and turns away to smugly grin when you moan his name as you come, suspended in midair by their strength. It's three more orgasms before they switch, Morax roughly kissing you, tangling your hair in his fist, nearly drawing blood as you scream, hips bucking. Whore, he mutters into your hair, hand groping your breast, listening to you gasp, pant, and make incoherent pleas as the Lord of Vishaps begins to finger you open, humming into your clit, two of his fingers easily larger than even a well-endowed human cock.

You'd retired early together, but it's past midnight when you're rolled onto all fours and-oh. Nothing could have prepared you for two dicks of that size. Your cries and pants are muffled by Azhdaha lifting you to make out again, sweet dirty nothings in your ears whilst Morax pummels you from behind, sharp claws digging into your hips and the pouch of your stomach. Azhdaha kisses you harder when you moan Morax's name into his mouth at the feeling of being filled up. As you wrap your arms around his shoulders for support, he makes some kind of gesture-you hear an irritated sigh from behind you, and feel suddenly empty. They switch again, and you nearly scream, even with how wet and stretched you are, as Azhdaha pushes in. If you'd thought you were full, if you'd thought the previous two cocks had been difficult to take, you'd seen nothing-your belly distends further with the addition of his release, not entirely liquid, as he grunts and growls into your shoulder blades. "What a filthy little slut", Morax snarls into your ear again, twinging your nipples, "not even caring what you'll bear as long as you're full."

You lose count of their orgasms, the kisses, the names they call you-darling, cumdump, sweetheart, bitch, princess, fuckdoll-as they take everything you have to give and then some; the sight of his biceps flexing to hold his body weight above you is one you won't soon forget.

At long last, as the sky is beginning to light, Morax goes to call a servant for some water to wash off the three of you. When you're all clean, you flop, exhausted, onto their bodies, cradled in the heated, stony-muscled flesh, still slightly leaking their fluids from between your thighs. Azhdaha chuckles as he drags a finger through it. "It's a rare human who can tire us out." Sitting up and leaning over, he lifts your hips to examine your crotch and presses a gentle kiss to your still-sensitive pussy. "Such a good, obedient little cunt, keeping it all inside. Soon enough we'll see which of us has succeeded, hm, Morax?" Morax laughs lowly. "Well, little one? Which would you rather bear: gods or vishaps?" When you blankly stare up at him, he laughs again, and declares, "Too fucked out to think." Azhdaha returns to your side, and you roll slightly to put your head on his chest before Morax pulls you back. It's a wonder they still have the energy to compete over whom you'll use as a pillow, but you're fine with either pair of frankly excellent pecs. You're half asleep, a tail wrapped around one leg, their strong, thick arms thrown over and under you whilst you rest, Morax's hand idly playing with the firmness of your stuffed belly, when they begin to speak in near unison.

"Since-Given as-I'm clearly better..."

Dear god I just want to fall asleep on dragon titties.

rex lapis forgive me for i have sinned- 🛐🛐🛐

orujrjfifjsovidkhfpdjdosh fuck. archons. that was. that was h o t hello???? i don't even like azhdaha and i've never even tried to imagine him in human form but holy f u c k comrade you've made me brainrot so hard about being stuck between these two (or well more specifically, two sets of dragon c-)

nonnie i need your writing blog right now. i need to read more of these brainrot of yours. i think your brain is a pot of gold and i need. i need more. please. i am. on my knees. sobbing. hslfjslkdhfklsjdf

[rougekithes]

I'm so sorry, I need to go into Lore...

So... there isn't much power scaling in lore right. Venti says of himself he's the weakest Archon and that's kind of it (I think he's lying btw, but that's beside the point). I think Nahida and Rukkhadevata don't have any show cases of their raw power/strength, I think creating the Rain Forest is Rukkhadevata's doing. We don't yet have much info on Egeria and Furina. Makoto wasn't particularly powerful but a great strategist and good with her people, Makoto was the brains, and Ei the brawns. Ei's biggest achievement probably is killing Orobashi and cutting Yashiori Island up in the process. I assume she's slain a few other gods too during the Archon war, but I thinkkkk, there has been no explicit mention of it. But perhaps she's quite near the top. Murata in Natlan... I could imagine they might come out on top, because sheer force/power is a pyro thing. We don't really know anything about the Tsaritsa as far as I know.

And then there's Morax...

terraformed Guyun Stone Forest by hurling mountains at other gods

terraformed/raised Mt. Tianheng after Liyue was flooded so his people would be safe

terraformed Jeuyun Karst

one shot some random god that abused the fuck out of Xiao

ruthlessly killed numerous other gods (confirmed in lore)

dug out some random geo dragon, giving him sight like it's no big deal

creates life that somehow can flattens mountains (mind you how special the art of khemia seems to be for creating life, looking at you albedo who's oh so powerful for creating crystal flies no shade I love you bby)

was still more than confident to take on Osial, should Liyue not have been able to protect itself

BUT, ya know what had him struggle?

Azhdaha. Zhongli does state that he had a hard time confronting the eroded Azhdaha, "let alone seal him away" (Zhongli's own words). He called 3 other Adepti to help and they still struggled, so in the end Azhdaha's benevolence won, remembered the contract he had with Morax and he let himself get sealed away willingly. And see, the thing is; while Azhdaha has quite a few titles that mighttttt imply that he is the Geo Dragon Sovereign - Like, he's refered to as "Sealed King of the Geo Dragons", "Dragon King", "Lord of Vishaps", which is in line with how the Hydro Dragon is refered to, as well as the other sovereigns. (Zhongli does refer to him as THE Earth Dragon) - there's no confirmation yet. But you could probably make it a case that he's at the very least related, or part of the same race as the Sovereigns.

WHICH GIVES YOU TWO OPTIONS,

If you think he's the Geo Dragon, then - Geo Dragon without his full draconic Authority still overpowers an insanely powerful god + Gnosis + 3 Adepti.

Or

He's "just" some minor Geo Dragon (Possibly similar'ish to Dvalin), that still overpowers a god + Gnosis + 3 Adepti, which should speak volume about the sheer power of a Sovereign that has their full power.

... So like, I don't doubt that if Neuvillette gets his full power back by the end of 4.2's Archon quest, he's very much dwarfing Zhongli and would be, at least among the currently known/playable characters, the most powerful one.

[euria-stratos]

Part 2: The Things They Usually Mention in Passing (1)

Please note that this is going to be multi-part series of AU notes and flash fictions depicting a “what-if” scenario:

What if the Cataclysm was stopped earlier and Khaenri’ah was spared from Celestia’s wrath, despite their sins 500 years ago... for a price?

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Khaenri’ah Today: Notes on the Nation from Below (personal transcripts of reporter M. Seléne of "The Steambird" in Tunigi Hollow, Sumeru):

Khaenri’ah is a powerful nation that resides within continental underground cave system of Teyvat. It is located underneath the forests and lakes that connect the nations of Fontaine, Sumeru, Liyue, and Mondstadt, with guarded entry/exit points in such regions.

It has a population of 3.3 million, with 5%-8% living abroad all over Teyvat.

Known for its vast technological and alchemical advancement, the kingdom is often a hub for much of Teyvat’s education, development, and trade in medicine, biochemistry, robotics, and industrial machinery. This was all thanks to the grace and guidance granted by its god, Lord Purson, who is known to be quite hands-on in governing and protecting his people. At least, this is according to the Khaenrians themselves, but as their god hasn’t made many appearances outside of his nation, I personally cannot comment much on the matter.

However, there were a few interesting rumors and conspiracy theories that were circulating recently about their rather elusive history. Here’s a few of the most popular ones (relatively speaking, as only a handful of people speak about it, let alone know about it):

- Khaenri’ans not having a god before 500 years ago and perhaps may have resented gods in general.

- Their god was once mortal and perhaps may not have power at all (possible? Lord Purson, though a recluse compared to the other Archons, has been around since the Archon War. And records show that his power was and continues to be partly responsible for keeping Abyss at bay) I

- They were descended from dragons and vishaps (this seems a bit too far-fetched. Four-pointed irises don’t make slits! )

- Khaenriah was briefly led by outlanders that were supposedly not from this world (aliens? How intriguing!)

Try as I might, I could never find any evidence of truth about them. None of the historical records, first-hand and second-hand accounts, and even archaeological evidence both in and out Khaenri’ah support any of them. Hmm... I do wonder if this is a matter of too many records were lost during the Cataclysm or if they were deliberately expunged instead.

Either way, the fact that rumors like this even exist at all does bode some intriguing threads I could follow in uncovering whatever truth is hidden in them. Hopefully, it would finally lead to some interesting stories for me to write!

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[genshinresource]

Genshin Impact Enemy & Monster Icons (1/?) : Weekly Bosses

Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom, Shouki no Kami the Prodigal

La Signora, Eighth of the Fatui Harbingers (Crimson Witch of Embers, Rosalyne-Kruzchka Lohefalter)

Magatsu Mitake Narukami no Mikoto, Raiden no Inazuma Tono

Andrius, Dominator of Wolves

Stormterror Dvalin, Erstwhile King of the Skies

Azhdaha, Sealed Lord of Vishaps

[vishapsking]

two geo lords about to fuck things up

i love them so much!! thank you to @noteriezan1 for this lovely piece!

[die-lian-hua]

I gotta admit, for as much as I adore Neuvifuri’s writing and dynamic, I am not a fan of how their designs are so similar.

It’s not that I think they’re exactly the same or that they look like they’re related, it’s just that one of my favorite parts of shipping is seeing contrasting character designs paired up together. Like with Huxiao, not only are their aesthetics incredibly different but everything down to their color schemes contrast each other.

Then with Neuvifuri, they hit the exact same beats of predominantly white/pale hair with blue accents wearing a dark blue suit. Of course the details are different, but still I almost wish that they gave one of them a different hair color or a different outfit.

I think there’s multiple ways to see it, hoyo’s currently… honestly a bit lazy and messy designs could be a way to see it (I mean good lord are HSR’s designs lackluster in those departments)

or it could also be an intentionally matching thing. I heard some theories about which of the two have decided to wear matching suits and I’ve loved to hear about them. Was it Neuvillette who wanted to dress like Furina or was it Furina that decided they should dress accordingly to exhibit their status as the absolute authorities of Fontaine? like a king and a queen wearing similar purples and reds. OR it could also be nods to lore, with how Neuvillette’s design has very strong callbacks to bathysmal vishaps while Furina has callbacks to Oceanids, and Oceanids are based on Egeria who was created as a replacement for the Hydro Sovereign, so it’s almost like Furina’s design is meant to parallel Neuvi’s as a copy, but this one feels a bit reach-y

I personally found my tastes tend to skew towards whatever ship I’m hyperfixating on, like before huxiao I was like “I MUST have height difference! height difference is the thing ever!!!” but then I got super into huxiao and was like. well size isn’t everything… then after I got super into huxiao I was like “I MUST have opposites attract in all parts of their character! contrast is the thing ever!!!” now look where I am with neuvifuri… but lmfao I do wish they had more differentiations with their designs in at least the hair color. I know Neuvi’s is a grayish color with no hue while Furina has her very light blues but it’s not enough to stand out. So I guess u could say I’m not a fan either but I also don’t think it’s enough to diminish my enjoyment of them too

[kaily567]

HIIIIII!!!! FIRST POST 😘😘😘 HAPPY NEW YEEEEEEEEEEEARRRRRRR

-this is about is a post about neuvillette and somebody that he cannot remember except for this question I have no idea if I want to make this Kokomo x neuvillette or reader x neuvillette And I want you guys to decide!! If anyone sees this and would like more of my fanfics immediately tell me! (Or interact♡♡♡♡♡♡♡!)

If anyone likes me to continue this series please tell me!

-2024 1.1

—CALL ME KAILY!

🫧💧🫧💧🫧💧🫧💧🫧💧🫧💧🫧💧🫧💧

The question rings in neuvillette’s ears to this day…a question from past life that a vishap once asked in his past life. He has no memory from his past life, all memory has been wiped out…then why does the question remain?

He can't remember anything from his past life, truly nothing. Then why? He wonders why does this question remain? Why did the vishap said it? Why is it so important? Why does he hears this question everytime he thinks of the primordial sea?

Maybe he's asking too much why? Rather then who?

Who asked this question? Who had such arrogance to ask him that? After all it was a vishap and no vishap would ever dare to call him other than “your highness” “lord” and many more…but this vishap was different they asked a much personal question…that only friend would dare to ask

But there are no records of the hydro sovereign to have friends…after all who would have such arrogance to even try to befriend him?

And who would even dare to call him “dear”? If it were a old lady it would be understandable, but the person sounded really young

Maybe he has the wrong questions again…

Was it really a vishap?

[pizzapasta23045]

i saw you reblogged something from with the tags saying you dont want to infodump about languages in teyvat but fun fact. i would Love to hear your thoughts about language in teyvat. i actually think there's evidence to support regional dialects apart from a common tongue that is spoken, but I would love to hear your thoughts

@andreaissy

So, I will simply answer both of y'all here since you asked similar questions. Hope you don't mind ;)

There's this thing, it's an actual field of study in Teyvat, called the origin of language.

The Academya has these principals, to avoid their students going insane, called the cardinal sins. You might know them from Al Haitham's and Cyno's demos(? Either demos or teasers), it's also in Al Haitham's story quest and shit, either way, these are the principals.

Most of these are legit very interesting because they are an extension of Celestia's will as the students that study them go crazy because they've found out something they shouldn't.

Now, for the sake of this theory let's ignore the others and look at just the fourth one.

Why would Etymology be so bad? You may ask.

Well! It's *puts tinfoil hat on* because of aliens.

Kidding. But not really.

So, brief history of the founding of Teyvat.

In an era known as the "old world," dragons and vishaps are the overlords of the world, with the Seven Sovereigns — dragon-lords at the apex of raw, whom ruled over seven nations, and each land they inhabited was attuned to their presence.

At some point, the Primordial One, also known as the "eternal throne of the heavens," appears in the world and colonizes the shit out of it like he goes ham, kills all the dragon lord, creates four shades, reshapes the world almost entirely.

After around 400 years, the Primordial One finishes preparing the world for the arrival of humanity.

Yes, Arrival. Humans are not native to Teyvat.

Humanity moves there and founds a gigantic civilization that last the entirety of Teyvat, which flourishes under the control of the first who came. It's destroyed later for complex reason, whatever whatever...

Thing is! Thing is! All humans descend from this one specific civilation and they speak one single language. Now, that leads me to believe that the reasln people from Sneznaya to Inazuma all speak the same language is because in Teyvat language doesn't seem to drift tremendously, like we can read shit from archon war time and shit.

It's like language not drifting is one of Teyvat's many laws and odd principles.

And yeah! That definitely could be narrative and handwaving but it's weird to handwaved shit when it's part of a much larger theory and shit.

So yeah, unified language theory.

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Some interesting quotes i found while researching genshin lore- plus my thoughts

( spoilers for genshin 4.2 act V (5) of the archon quest )

Byakuyakoku Collection-

'When the eternal throne of the heavens came, the world was made anew. Then the true lord, the Primordial One, came forth and did battle against the seven terrifying sovereigns, dragon-lords of the old world.'

'The Primordial One may have been Phanes. It had wings and a crown, and was birthed from an egg, androgynous in nature. But for the world to be created, the egg's shell had to be broken. However, Phanes, the Primordial One, used the eggshell to seperate the "universe" and the "microcosm of the world.'

( Rhinedottir was described with both female and male prounouns in the latest archon quest, plus they created many very powerful abyssal beasts: Durin, Elynas, Rifthounds, etc.

also the Narwhal which was much stronger than Neuvillette until he gained his power back, which means they were far stronger than the archons in general which makes me think Rhinedottir = a shade, because from what im getting from Byakuyakoku, Istaroth isnt aligned with Celestia anymore?? because they helped Enkanomiya which was felled by Celestia right?? so not out of possibility for Rhinedottir to also be a similar situation but also possibly Rhine= The Sinner.

i first thought Rhinedottir= Phanes because of the androgynous comment and the use of multiple prounouns for Rhine but rereading the lore makes me think otherwise. )

'a vishap who tranforms into a person to attend a ball, then breaks one of its legs and eventually ends up walking with a cane'

this one just made me think of both the little mermaid and neuvillette so i added it lmao

'according to a prophecy of old, the dragon of water, the ancient lord of vishaps, will definetly descend in the form of a human.'

we were theorising this for aaages and now we know its neuvillette (rip kokomi)

i do find it interesting that this prophecy must have been recorded like between 7000 and 3000 years ago, yet neuvillette was only born 500 years ago, not long after Egeria died and Focalors split her divinity from Furina and placed herself in the oratrice

'dragonheirs of the depths have evolved to wield the power of other elements and have hence lost their purity. as such, the dragon of water will no longer be born from among their ranks.'

again just a neuvillette adjacent quote lmao boi do i love dragons djfksksos

'two special astronomical phenomena of Byakuyakoku- the mirages and the sinshades- were at first indiscriminately referred to as Eidolons and seen as the two sides of the same coin.'

now this one reminded me of the Hydro Eidolons and also the Mirages from the Sumeru desert

i love genshins lore, my adhd brain cannot keep up with, or organise these thoughts coherently enough lmao but i felt like compiling them anyway dkdkssdw

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your post about what does zhongli being half dragon actually mean has been haunting me. at first i was like oh obviously hes a descender nahida says so but like?? she doesnt??? and this fandoms crackpot theories arent helping. feels like im being gaslit by my own mind

anyway the best reference I can find to that is the "In the beginning, Rex Lapis descended. He lowered the tides, raised Mt. Tianheng, and calmed the waves." from stone tablet compilations. though it is unclear whether this use of "descended" is literal(hes one of the descenders) or just prose(to parallel/reflect his descension party thing). it is pretty unlikely he is a descender, like the traveler, cause I believe? one of his story things updates after the irminsul situation?( I might need to look through some nahida stuff again cause I know she said something interesting about him)

(also irminsul affecting zhongli is not going to give great credentials to his "God of history" stick. myb this is what he meant at the end of his story quest?, the whole go forth and remember what I can't before the deterioration of the world obfuscates the truth idk)

oh wait, uh-

"During the Rite of Descension, Ivanovich states that "he heard" the Exuvia which Rex Lapis "appears as" during formal events, is a "celestial cross between two of Liyue's celestial creatures" (which the Chinese version specifies to be a dragon and qilin)."

thats from the wiki, I just thought it was interesting that it gets described as "celestial". especially as the CN use of "descended" here can apparently mean demoted or smt.( uh question who is all apart of celestia? its the primordial one+shades second who came and archons right? or is there more)

however because "liyues ... creatures" is specified like that it might just mean the "dragon" here is just a type of adepti/ mythological creature and is not related to the vishap/sovereign situation. (however the source here is egh so idk about the validity of it)(however this is what im personally leaning towards in terms of what is he?) which is boring but like I think morax makes enough of a name for himself that it kinda doesn't matter

end of the day I just don't think there's (somehow?)enough stuff to do good theories about him at the moment. it all just ends up feeling too speculative and crackpotian. (shout out to that one theory that traveler is neo and zhongli is morpheus and the irminsul is the matrix ?? kinda i guess?)

that's kinda all I can think of/find atm.

can't wait for more info on the sovereigns and whole fontaine situation, but this is probably going to haunt me throughout the experience lol thanks :D

1.Nahida doesn't mention Zhongli as descender, like what

2.I know about description of his "descent", but as I said in the post, Neuvi being reborn is also described as "descend" in inazuma prophecy book - "According to a prophecy of old, the Dragon of Water, the ancient lord of vishaps, will definitely descend in the form of a human." So we have an instance where dragon's rebirth is described as "descent", which is another potential tie to vishaps.

3.qilin being described as celestial too means that this cannot give any deeper meaning to "dragon". qilins are just adepti. so this description is not giving us anything. also ivanovich is literally no one. why would he know.

4. "end of the day I just don't think there's (somehow?)enough stuff to do good theories about him at the moment" - that was the point of my post the entire time!! zhongli is a dark horse we don't a lot about, not even counting his deal for the gnosis, while ppl confidently claim he's one or the other like they already have him categorized. if he's part vishap, thats HUGE. if he's descender, thats also huge in different way. even if he's adepti only, that also gives a different turn to his story. my point is that zhongli is shady and his origins can come into play in several interesting ways