#╰ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 【☆】 Zhongli : ic / responses.

[glacialswordsman-a]

@ofmora | A HEEHEE [GIGGLE]

Hearing his name being called, the Captain quirked a brow and turned his head towards the familiar voice. One that he certainly didn’t expect to hear on this night. He took in the sight of a tall man that wore clothes of ambiguous culture to the unseeing eye, but that most starkly had a golden mask upon sitting upon their face. A gold mask that still revealed those eyes of Cor Lapis.

Something within him lit up at the sight, his demeanor visibly lifting as though he was suddenly walking on air. Prior to this, he had been drinking from a flute of champagne while conversing with some nobles, as he is expected to as the Cavalry Captain. However, Kaeya has done this year after year, and it’s no longer anything that excited him. He kept seeing faces he’d seen before, even behind all those masks they all wore, and it was just utterly dreadful.

Until now, at least.

Taking the hand of the stranger, he chuckled lightly and allowed himself to be swept across the room towards the dance floor, a hand finding itself atop one of the older man’s shoulders. “You’re lucky this party had a masquerade theme for the guests. What would you have done if your friend from Mondstadt recognized and caught you here without saying hello to them, hm?” he teased, grinning toothily as the peacock-feather gown of his lacey jumpsuit trailed behind him in their dance.

When asked about his brother, Kaeya blinked before a mischievous glint twinkled in his starry eye. “Oh? Gēgē, thinking of other men when I’m right here in front of you? I’m heartbroken,” he crooned, pouting before chiming in small laughter. “He’s the only man here with scarlet hair, wearing black clothes as though he just came back from a funeral. Can’t miss him. I hope you're not planning on anything devious, Ah-Li.”

also little... ref for what kaeya would be wearing... i just had to use this image again bc i'm still so proud of the design that i did for a fic i really love asljdalsf

[macabretcles]

@basbousah // SC // Pantalone & Dottore

      "I suppose you have another pitch on why I should invest in your... experiments more than I already have." Voice monotone with a smile in place. How unexpected from the Ninth. "Go ahead then. Sell yourself."

[devinevirtue]

@noctuafought // Zhongli

SC // Not Accepting

      "Do I really look that suspicious to you?" He questions. Drink in hand as a brow slowly raises. "I'm just travelling from Liyue as a friend recommended I should taste the wine here if I had the opportunity." But then he sighs. "What would convince you that I'm nothing more than a funeral consultant?"

[valwrote]

PICK YOUR DOMESTIC HUSBAND 🛒

WHICH HUSBAND IS ON THE DOMESTICITY MENU TODAY?

featuring: diluc, alhaitham, zhongli, wriothesley, neuvillette.

synopsis: glimpses into married life with the genshin men.

warnings: implied fem!reader, occasional pet names, ooc (I have a sparse idea how diluc works, mention of "activities" (just mention I can't write smut pls), silly goofy ah loser coded men, mild swearing (damn, heck)

a/n: *stretching my back and crunching my neck.* I'm back from the dead. apologies for the choppy writing. thanks for the support on the other posts, if only I could write 50-page essays thanking everyone. <33 :')) not proofread.

DILUC 🍷

PRODUCT NAME: BREAKFAST AND KISSES IN BED. Diluc always hated the Knights of Favonius… 

He hated how most of them just stand around like buffoons and do not partake in any actual work that involves saving Mondstadt. He wouldn’t admit that he enjoys playing Batman. He hated them all except for one.

One he was willing to forgive all flaws of. "Knight of Favonius…always so inefficient,”  He scoffed at the pathetic sight of the hilichurls trying to dry roast a few knights roped to a wooden stick for their dinner. “Seriously, You’re so right Master Diluc.” Diluc’s head turned so fast at the sound of a new voice. When did you get here? Were you always there and how did he not sense you around?

That’s simply how you always were. A hard worker amidst slackers – he always termed despite Jean trying to explain that others work hard too. Perhaps that’s what caught his attention, honestly, he would never know what did. “G’morning…” He murmured against your skin, head buried in the crook of your neck, your flushed bare back pressed against him. “5 more minutes…” he heard your soft and groggy voice evoking a chuckle from the usually passive man. “Have I ever told you…how beautiful you are?” Diluc muttered against your skin. You smiled and turned around, “You always do. I remember my Dark-Knight Hero crying at the altar.” You pressed a finger against his chest, while he scoffed at the memory. “Don’t remind me about that, Kaeya doesn’t let me live that down…” He sighed, his brother consistently brought up the matter of him crying whenever he was losing an argument. Foul play if you ask anyone. “So…breakfast downstairs or in the bed?” He planted a kiss on your cheek while you hummed out a response, “Bed, you didn’t exactly go easy on me the previous night.” You recalled the events of the passionate night the day before. The honeymoon phase never seemed to end. “I am so sorry–” He panicked,” You're not in pain are you? I promise I’ll be gentle– I knew I should’ve been more considerat–” You stopped him by pressing a kiss against his lips. He groaned at the feeling of your soft lips touching his hands tangling themselves in your hair.

“I’m kidding silly… you should stop taking things so seriously unless you want me to start searching for grey hairs amidst those red locks of yours.” You snickered out seeing him release a breath of relief.

If the Darknight Hero really does exist, he's probably just someone in disguise. When he gets up in the morning to brush his teeth, it's the real him. He was his real him in front of you. People may call him a loser for such vulnerability…he was a loser for you.

ALHAITHAM 🌱

PRODUCT NAME: READING BOOKS OUT LOUD. One would say married to someone like Alhaitham was nothing short of a nightmare. They weren't 100% right. Shrouded beneath the aloof and meticulous personality resided someone who was in complete denial towards being loved. He loves it.

Who was he kidding? Nobody in a million years thought someone could put up with his insufferable personality — said Kaveh, his unpaying tenant. That was until he ran into you during his time as the newly appointed Scribe. You were like a painter, splashing heaps of paint in his 90s black-and-white life. Was eating ice cream always this enjoyable or was it because it was with you? Was the gossip between co-workers always this interesting or was it because it included you?

Why was his heart having an entire Queen’s rock and roll concert talking to you? Was it cardiac arrest or– He almost shuddered at the thought of it being what they called love.

“You’ve got flour on your face, sweetheart.” His teal eyes blinked amusingly into yours, a faint smile curling up his lips. You must have saved a nation in your previous life to land this man as your husband. Beige shirt perfectly sculpting around his abs – contrary to him calling himself “feeble,” hair slightly tousled and slight sleepiness in his eyes. He might not act like it but he was a little child whose needs had to be tended to like the coffee mug in his hands which you made, like usual. You wouldn’t want a cranky Alhaitham now, would you? “Hmpf, not my fault, this cooking book is completely bogus!” You rubbed your cheeks with the back of your hand, wiping away any remaining flour. “This is so boring…if only someone could provide their poor wife with some entertainment.” You always resorted to theatrics to get him to do things for you, albeit begrudgingly. “No, the same tactic is not going to work again.” “Please…” “No…” He groaned, tone almost pleading not to put him through the torture again. “During better or worse!” You resorted to the ace up to your sleeve. WEDDING VOWS! “Stop quoting the wedding vows.” He sighed in defeat. The most intellectually gifted man in the nation couldn't win against his own wife. Ironical. He got up and grabbed a book out of the bookshelf; a small fraction of his much larger library.

“Miss Elizabeth,” Alhaitham lazily flipped through the pages earning a rebuke. “More emotion! You are ruining the scene.” Alhaitham sighed and cleared his throat, “I love you most ardently…” His tone was feathery soft, emotion surging in it. A smile crept up as he stared at you endearingly.

“That’s much better. Though I seriously think Mr Darcy should’ve said– Miss Elizabeth, allow me to kiseth thy lovely lips.” You mimicked the deep voice of the character with the failing British accent. “Please have mercy on Jane Austen’s ghost and let her enjoy the afterlife.” Alhaitham chuckled and continued reading as you continued baking.  It was a shame that a man of such talent only paid attention to the truth itself and not to the people around him. If only the searching eyes of the ordinary say the exception to his indifference, you.

This was your biosphere, just you, him, novels and food encapsulated inside your small home.

ZHONGLI 🪨

PRODUCT NAME: ALWAYS ON HIS MIND. What is the best but the most useless flex you have? Being married to the Geo Archon. The inability to just tell the whole world that you are married to the frigging god was painful. You yourself were surprised by your ability to control yourself. Zhongli was a man of carefully curated words. Instead of words, straight-up poetry flew out of his mouth. Everyone knew how much he adored his wife, every vendor, every acquaintance, heck even Venti. Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's mysterious consultant. Handsome, elegant, and surpassingly learned. Excellent memory. A master of courtesy and rules. The amount of poor women who have tried to grab his attention. "Mr.Zhongli, how does this look?" the woman, who he remembered meeting over a history discussion 17 days ago. "Hm?" his amber eyes shifted to gaze at the hairpiece the lady was holding. "Most exquisite.." He remarked, seemingly going into deep thought. Instead of a compliment, he said something that made the woman back away, "Such beautiful craftsmanship...may I ask you to tell me where you found this? I wish to buy one for my wife–" he paused, seeing the lady vanished after pointing at the shop where she got it from. "Zhongli, you should be able to tell why people approach you..." Hutao sighed, standing beside the rather oblivious gentleman. "Let's just continue...we've got customers to find!" Hutao started walking alongside the railing, hoping to find people in need of funeral services. "Maybe we should go and ask peopl– Zhongli??" Hutao looked around for the Consultant, who was caught up chatting with a shopkeeper over some earrings. "Zhongli!" Hutao called out to him, causing his head to turn towards the director. "Oh, apologies...It seems I got too carried away. These earrings caught my eye...I'm sure [Name} would love them.." he mumbled, staring at the jewellery. "I'll take them." "Mister Zhongli? What about the payment..." The shopkeeper meekly asked, causing Zhongli to turn his head fully at Hutao; gazing expectantly. Hutao should've expected this... "Zhongli, we are out here to find customers! Not buying gifts for [Name], her birthday is months away!" "They say the best things should be done first. After all, why must I wait for one specific day to express my love for my beloved?" Zhongli asked curiously and Hutao shaked her head; love was clearly out of her expertise. Zhongli, he is particular about everything. He only attended the best operas and focused on the perfect ratio for the creation of an authentic dish.  On a typical day, all you will glean from him is a few pieces of useless trivia, because he particularly enjoys sharing these fun tidbits with you. He was particular about you and your likings. A smile on your face was what he wanted by the end of the day. For being someone alive for 6000 years, he could proudly say that he loved and cherished something– someone.

"Wait here, Director Hu...Perhaps I should get those flowers over there to accompany the hairpin and earrings..."

WRIOTHESLEY 🐺

PRODUCT NAME: BATTLE TO BUY A DOG OR NOT.

"Wriothesley, I want a dog!" You crossed your arms, staring down at the Duke who was glued to the chair in his office. “But why? That’s just unnecessary responsibility…” Wriothesley sighed, rubbing his temples. This was the 3rd time this month you’ve brought up this topic. Was he that incompetent in terms of filling his role as your significant other? Perhaps not with the never-ending paperwork. Oh, how he wished people would just stop committing crimes. “I get lonely in the Fortress…I want a child.” You put forth your point by using the term ’ child’. Child, dog same thing. You hoped to finally convince him this time.

“We have Sigewinne.” Wriothesley pointed at the head nurse prepping tea in the room with the back of his pen. “I am sorry, Your Grace but playing the role of the child is out of my job description.” The Melusine replied indifferently, pouring freshly seeped tea into the three cups. “Fine, we will go get one…I’ll schedule a meeting with the owner of the pet shelter. Happy?” He asked you, chin resting on his palm. Perhaps getting a dog was a good idea as he was guilty of being unable to spend quality time with you… “No way…” “Isn’t that..?” “The Duke of the Meropide–” “He rarely appears in public..” Wriothesley held out the door to the shelter for you, hoping you would go in and it would finally save him from the gaze of curious onlookers. The two of you walked in, only to be pounced upon by a big dog. “Kal! You sly dog! I knew I shouldn’t have let you out!” The caretaker yelled at the big ball of black fur who had tackled Wriothesley to the floor and was aggressively licking his face, tail wagging in delight. “Are you okay?” You asked your fallen husband, who just chuckled in response. “I am good just– Okay stop! I understand your gesture of love.” Wriothesley got up as the dog encircled him. “This one is so adorable…” you gasped at the cuteness radiating from the dog and its big brown eyes. “You’ve got a keen eye! This is Kal, Shiloh Shepard, one of the finest dogs out there.” The caretaker combed her fingers through the thick and groomed black coat of the canine. “He seems to have taken a liking to the Duke.” The caretaker continued as the dog ran back to Wriothesley, peppering his face with licks. “He even looks like you.” You teased as Wriothesley stared at you in disbelief. You did not just compare him to a dog…he even did a double take at the dog to confirm. “We will take this one then…” He chuckled in amusement. Never had he imagined marrying you and on top of that getting a four-legged beast. Needless to say, Wriothesley proudly walked out of the shelter, holding the big dog in his hands like a child. It felt complete ever since getting Kal; like your own little family. Wriothesley wouldn’t admit it but he loved the dog, despite it hogging all of your love and attention. He didn’t expect to be fighting over cuddling rights with a dog!? 

He watched you and Kal sleep peacefully on the couch, keeping him company while he finished up his work. He felt a sense of gratitude…people of the Fortress knew little of the crime he once committed. The only one who still remembers it like yesterday is Wriothesley himself. And no matter how much glory or repute he has earned, he still considers himself to be the same old Wriothesley he's always known.Neither a good person nor a complete villain. He's just another soul, still living on in this world. However, your eyes always reassured him in ways he couldn’t describe. Everything was perfect…

[Name]!! YOURDAMN DOG PISSED ON MY COAT!! Maybe not that perfect…whoops.

NEUVILLETTE 🌊

PRODUCT NAME: HELPING THE OTHER DRESS.

Monsieur Neuvillette, The Iudex of Fontaine, always wondered how his life had come to this. 500 years of serving his position as the Beacon of Justice, a lovely, beaming baker somehow broke the monotony. Well, calling you just a baker was now an insult. With your ring finger bejewelled, with one of the rarest gems– an ode to his undying loyalty and representation of his eternal love. “It’s astounding how a covert mission conducted by melusines could’ve landed someone such as myself a lady like her…” He muttered to himself, seeing his full form in the mirror. “Talking to yourself, again?” You leaned against the door frame, lopsidedly smiling at the peculiar antics of Fontaine’s most distinguished man. “Ah, apologies…I didn’t think you would notice me conversing with myself. Now I find myself in a rather awkward predicament.” He chuckled. Dear god, this man was so beautiful that his beauty was almost blinding with the morning sun perfectly hitting his face.

“Say ah,” You requested and he complied. Who better to take constructive criticism from other than your husband? “New filling?” He covered his mouth while chewing on the croissant. “Yup, how is it? I was experimenting with some Rainbow Roses and these Inazuman berries I bought.” You blinked curiously, waiting for some input. “Hmm it is very pleasant, it is fascinating how you manage to maintain the freshness of the fruit…” You smiled at his compliment, before noticing him struggling with the jabot around his neck. “Need help?” You offered and he nodded his head. “This is absurd..it usually isn’t this difficult.” He frustrated replied, it was amusing to see the cool and collected man all worked up about clothing. “I suggest simplifying your outfit.” You attached the jabot and secured it in with the teardrop brooch, fixing the ruffles. 

“Thank you. I do prefer my outfit as it conveys the message I wish for it to convey.” He explained before staring at you. You knew that look, he looked at you with his eyebrows slightly creased when he was hesitating from saying something. “What is it?” “Do I get a goodbye kiss before I leave?” “Pfft! I didn’t think you would take that seriously!” Conclusion: this man was wayyy to cute.

Neuvillette is a solitary person. Neuvillette is not known for his personal desires.

He was deemed as someone with unassailable impartiality. If only they knew that perhaps the Iudex was just a wee bit biased.

a/n 2.0: the crust will come off...hopefully. i wonder if it's possible to guess which one of them is my favourite??

don't steal, copy, plagiarise, or translate.

©definitelysel

[archoniic]

doing a whole incomplete tag dump. more will come as i add them but this is all i got for now.

[whispereons]

Oracle!Reader Part 15

Masterlist - Part 1, Part 14, Part 16

Mental health was really important, especially for someone like you whose will to live changed faster than a pendulum. A strong will to live without an actual reason made you swing wildly from suicidal thoughts to a death grip on life.

So even though logically it wasn't a good idea to visit the Dragon-Queller tree as Shenhe was still lurking around, and she was by far the most dangerous thing to your physical health, your mental health was taking priority after the clusterfuck of events that you just went through.

Staring out at the stretch of land required to reach the landmark, you cringe at the thought of the stamina needed to glide that far. It would be safer to glide in chunks for proper rest and control. It doesn’t take long for you to spot a small mountain below with a leaf puzzle.

With a shaky breath; you jump off the cliff and glide to the lower landing spot. The wind caressed your exposed skin, causing goosebumps to appear in response.

You feel Zhongli's prayer and emotions enter your body. In petty retaliation, you reject his offering and ignore the persistent prayers. It becomes background noise as the landing spot comes closer. In spite of the short duration, the journey seemed to go well until it was time to land.

Your feet skid across the rocks as the wind continues to push you. In a panic, you grab the leaf puzzle uncaring how the sharp edges cut your hands. The glider folds back into itself making you breathe a sigh of relief.

Your blood stains the green of the puzzles as you move your hand to hold the stem of the mechanic. A faint smear of blood covers it as you search for your next landing spot.

To your right, you can see a Hilichurl camp, the same one you used to escape from Shenhe. The Hilichurl camp on your left and directly below you were empty. It seems Shenhe didn't stop at exterminating just one Hilichurl camp, which was definitely not a good sign for you. If you glide here there's a large chance she'll spot you. And if she does, you'll be vulnerable to any attacks.

Deciding to climb down and travel on foot, you move down to grab the minor grooves of the rock. Suddenly, a sense of dread overwhelms you, almost completely identical to the one you felt when Yae was watching you in Inazuma.

Instincts honed from years spent surviving dangerous situations kicked into full drive. Scaling down the small mountain, your feet and hands groped the stone in search of any spots to grasp onto. Rocks and pebbles scrape your skin from your rush and anxiety grips your heart. More than once your limbs will slip and you're left dangling for a few seconds.

Finally, you land on the ground and roll to balance the force, avoiding any serious injuries. Worry quickly begins to settle into your bones at the lack of hiding spots. In a last-ditch effort to conceal yourself, you climb up the nearby tree, painfully aware of how the leaves will shake loudly and offer little protection.

To your surprise, there's no sound when your body shakes the tree, and the tree shifts to cover you more. Teyvat really couldn't make their affection for you any more obvious. That relief is cut short when the temperature starts to drop suddenly.

From your spot, you can see ice creep out of the Hilichurl's main building. It cracks and creaks with every inch of it being consumed by that frosty snow. Shenhe had to be in there and although you may be hiding, just how good would it actually be? She's an Adepti disciple, and Celestia knows what tricks she may have in store.

Her heels click with every step onto the clear ice, blood, and dirt covering the exposed spots of her body. The stab wound you gave her has slowed down into a minor stream of blood as she chews on medicinal herbs.

A large and deep wound you gave her healed so much in such a short amount of time. It's laughable. An injury like that would have left you decommissioned for a week at least, yet she's able to walk with no problem. Was this due to Teyvat and its vast magical properties, or just Shenhe's natural constitution?

Staying still and quiet, you continue watching Shenhe who walks down the Hilichurl stairs before crouching to the ground. Those empty iridescent eyes glow as she touches the ground as if trying to find something.

Frowning, you try to guess what she could be looking for. A certain herb? Something she dropped? Maybe a sigil? It's only when she looks at the barely lit brazier and the electro crystals on the side that you realize what she's doing.

Elemental sight!

All vision holders and those with sensitivity to elements can use it. That must include you since you're connected so heavily to Teyvat, but would that mean you're basically a walking ball of raw elemental energy?

Now nervous you watch Shenhe look in your direction and walk closer while staring at the ground. Shit, you must've left a trail all this time unknowingly. The only thing that can erase a trail is other elemental energy covering it up and it didn't look to be raining anytime soon.

Crossing your fingers; you yell internally to Teyvat to cover up your trail and hide your presence as fast as possible, praying that it would work. But there's no hindrance in Shenhe's slow progress to your location. What could be causing this? Teyvat wouldn't deny you unless it's something out of your control.

Forcibly calming yourself, you settle down to review anything you or Teyvat could be doing that's using elemental energy. This allowed for something that you were content to ignore, to spring up on you again.

A rush of dizzyingly love and admiration clouded your head as something darker in nature nipped at the back of your mind. Was Zhongli still praying and sacrificing pieces of himself to you? Was this constant stream of devotion the cause of your trouble?

You couldn't telepathically tell Zhongli to give up or get up to go tell him. Now at a loss on what to do, you stare at Shenhe who is but a mere few steps away from the tree. Something moves in the corner of your eye, making you perk up.

A barely alive Samachurl is killed by a Hydro-infused arrow to its already cracked mask. Not a single sound was heard from the attack. It seems you weren't the only one trying to hide.

If you can't hide something then the next best thing to do is to amplify something else to mask your presence. You order Teyvat to strengthen the presence of whoever is hiding, and watch as Shenhe immediately stands up.

Turning away from your hiding spot, Shenhe takes long strides to the back of the Hilichurl camp. Tilting your head for a better view, you watch as Shenhe uses her Cryo sigils to create a large spike of ice in where you assume was the person hiding.

A mirage-like figure runs out of the way and heads toward Shenhe with Hydro lacing trailing behind them. The figure just barely evades Shenhe's attack and wraps Hydro rope around Shenhe, binding her arms to her sides.

The skill wears off showing Yelan holding the Hydro rope that you recognize as her skill 'Lifeline'. Yelan yanks at the lifeline but Shenhe had already frozen it, causing it to break off. Shenhe begins to charge at Yelan again, making Yelan dodge. From what you can see, their fight against each other seemed to be continuing without a clear winner already.

Using their distracted state, you decide to finish off what had caused this fight. Zhongli's sacrifice comes to mind as the taste of the offering has become sickeningly sweet after all your rejections. The words of acceptance refuse to be spoken aloud in fear of the Wind hearing. Instead, it's kept in your mind where Teyvat can safely perceive your gospel and carry out your commands.

The sky silently grows dim as the shooting stars make their way past. Blood flies off Shenhe's spear as it cuts Yelan's calf. The attack's revenge comes back in the form of water whipping Shenhe's skin, leaving bruises. Neither see the gold shooting star disappear behind the mountain that no doubt entered the temple by the skylight.

The game screen pops up making you skip through it all without properly looking. You still weren't sure whether Zhongli would keep trying to offer you sacrifices. Hasn't he cut off enough body parts by now? The sky returns to its previous blue as the sun drowns out the lingering stars.

The fight comes to a standstill as both women breathe heavily a few feet away from each other. You lost your opportunity to flee due to Zhongli's offering which sucks, but at least you have something to gain here.

"The Traveler was proud to say that the white-haired Adeptus apprentice had learned to control herself. That must have been quite the overstatement."

Yelan's confident smile is shown to be quite the facade judging by the slight tremble in her right ankle. It's already been injured with what looks like a fresh burn mark. From what you remember, she has hereditary physical frailty, making her energy a precious resource. Using her as a diversion must have caused her to nearly overexert herself.

"How do you know the Traveler trespasser? Tell me, who are you to them?" Shenhe becomes more on edge at Yelan's words, and points her spear at Yelan.

"I'm a child of the family that runs the Feiyun Commerce Guild and an acolyte. I'm sure you'll recognize my brother, Xingqiu, as a good friend of your nephew. You know, the young exorcist who shares the same vision as you."

Staring at Yelan who smiles mysteriously at Shenhe's surprised but somewhat annoyed face, you have to try hard to not laugh. Yelan's use of identities was always underwhelming when you never saw her change clothes to match her identities, but this was gold.

Yelan's awful haircut was so similar to Xingqiu's that it was already a running joke that they were related in some way. Adding in the fact that her clothes are Liyuen style for upper-class citizens, her lie of being Xingqiu's sibling is pretty believable. Of course, it would only work on Shenhe who has no idea of the well-known families in Liyue.

It never really made sense that she switched identities so many times in her story quest while not changing her clothes. It's always better to have higher quality identities rather than a huge quantity of them. Especially with such flashy clothing. But maybe you're the hypocrite here considering you're wearing a gold-accented kitsune mask.

"What did you come for then?" Not even doubting Yelan's words, Shenhe merely asks for the archer's reasoning.

"I was sent here on a job for my father." Shenhe nods blankly before turning around to leave. But Yelan is quick to catch up and rests her hand on Shenhe's shoulder. Yelan only smiles at Shenhe's suspicious glare.

"You shouldn't be so quick to leave ya know? Have you never heard of the 'Explain in turn' tradition?" Confusion crosses over Shenhe’s face at Yelan's words and the icy woman turns around fully.

This... This was way too easy, Shenhe didn't even understand the concept of paying for things! Isn't it unfair that Yelan is about to take full advantage of Shenhe's so-called 'pure' child-like mind?

"It means to be honest and explain to the person you asked a question, your own response to the question." So she's gonna confuse her on top of it? "For instance, I answered your question on why I came here therefore you must tell me why you came here."

Shenhe stays silent and still as she stares at Yelan. Until she points to the hilichurl camp.

"I was exterminating the demonic stains that reappeared in Jueyun Karst when a pest attacked me. People come and get hurt while I work all the time but this was a first, that one hurts me so obviously. I'm sure it's another strange custom that I don't care to learn. Perhaps the Traveler can explain when she comes back..."

Shenhe's tone goes from harsh to soft at the mention of the Traveler. You curse the Adepti out in your mind for failing to explain who you were to Shenhe. This whole situation could have been avoided if they had. Sure, you would have still stabbed her, but you could have explained the situation away.

Yelan smiles out of Shenhe's line of sight which makes you worry about what she could be planning. What was her true reason for coming all the way out here?

"What a coincidence, my job involves searching for someone too." Shenhe raises an unamused eyebrow in response as if asking 'So what?' Yelan sighs in what sounds like a mix of exasperation and fondness.

"Someone let loose some geovishap hatchlings in the city. Which means they have some influence over elemental creatures. Did the person you are looking for have a similar attitude?"

The memory of the words you spat at Shenhe comes to mind. Shenhe hasn't forgotten either judging by her expression hardening.

"They said some... strange things. But seeing as they were able to come this deep into Jueyun Karst by themself, they might be the same person."

"Why don't we work together then? You lost them once already." Yelan glances at the wound you left on Shenhe with a condescending smile. "I saw you tracking them earlier, telling me how will be beneficial to you."

She falls silent at the question. It seems Shenhe isn't willing to give it up to Yelan. But if Yelan is as sneaky as she is told to be in the game, she'll find a way to drag it out of the cool disciple.

Yelan's smile drops as she removes her hand from Shenhe's shoulder and circles her slowly. That friendly tone drops into a neutral melody in accordance with Shenhe's coldness.

"Not willing to speak on the matter? Then I suppose we'll work separately. It's just a shame that I won't be able to tell you what happened to Chongyun that day."

You see Yelan make calculated steps in your direction to act like she's leaving, as Shenhe's expression changes at the last words. A Cryo Talisman is whipped out and a Cryo maiden blocks Yelan's path.

The Cryo coats the base of the tree forcing you to cover your mouth in fear of the condensation being visible. Yelan smirks from her spot as Shenhe begins to succumb to her rage.

"Tell me what happened. Tell me everything."

It seems not even the red ropes can contain her violent nature during times like these. You would hate to see how Shenhe would react to you 'hurting' the Traveler, considering her strong connection to them.

Would pulling Shenhe before your sudden migration to Teyvat make this better or worse?

Yelan turns around to face her and makes slow steps to meet Shenhe again. Your feelings toward Yelan have always been a bit muddled due to your similarities to the special intelligence officer. The loss, grief, lying, and use of multiple identities. All the things you shared should have made you love her and dub her your favorite character, but that only worked on paper. Your life couldn't be more different to hers.

A mix of admiration and envy churns within you.

"The Geovishap Hatchlings were loose in the city as the Millelith guards chased them. A few people got hurt and your dear nephew wasn't one to just stand by. From what Xingqui told me, he got roughed up and is still healing."

Shenhe's grip on her weapon loosens and tightens at various moments of Yelan's altered story. As if trying to decide whether hurting Yelan for being the messenger of bad news would be worth it.

"I was tracking down that vexation using elemental sight. They have a rare trace that almost completely blends in with Teyvat's regular and numerous Ley Lines. It's quickly disappearing as well.” She spits out the insult with venom while putting away her weapon.

"An elemental trail that mimics Leylines is something that only appears in mystical beings. It's almost unheard of." Yelan says more to herself as her eyes glow and she examines the ground.

In a few seconds, Yelan closes her eyes and rubs them tiredly. "For whatever reason, I can't seem to pick out any. You may be able to tell the difference due to your connections to the Adepti."

You watch the two women as they talk and idly wonder if you could use elemental sight too. A vision isn't necessarily needed, nor is it a guarantee that one can use elemental sight. So there's no harm in trying, right?

Figuring out how to do it is the real problem.

Several minutes pass before you manage to activate it by simply blinking in rapid succession. The world changes to a grayscale as elemental energy becomes more apparent.

And to your immense relief, you do not have a bright gold trail. In fact, you could only pick yours out due to the fact you felt an instant sense of recognition. But the longer you have it on, the more your head begins to ache.

Turning it off the same way, you clutch your head in hopes of easing the throbbing sensation. This skill was not going to be useful in any regular scenarios. Too little reward for such an easy and large drawback. Storing the information for later use is best.

"If I don't track them down quickly then they might try to attack someone else next. Like the Traveler. Pairing up with you seems to be the only viable option."

Shenhe's voice brings you back to the important conversation that you were supposed to be eavesdropping on. A gleam of curiosity can be seen in Yelan by the slight posture change at the mention of the Traveler. It seems Shenhe's codependency on the Traveler wasn't something only you were interested in.

Staying quiet on the matter, Yelan focuses on her mission or whatever her real motive is. If only you could have avoided entering the Yangshen Teahouse that day. If only Keqing wasn't so damn suspicious of you, you could have politely excused yourself from the scene and avoided drawing Yelan’s attention, or rather bring any more attention to yourself. 

"Then it's settled. You'll track down where they might be and I'll stay here to hold down the fort." You aren't surprised at Yelan's decision to piggyback off Shenhe's work. Her energy must still be recovering after the initial fight with Shenhe.

Shenhe begins to walk back to the spot that she was originally at when tracking you down, making you nervous. Something had to be done. You could take on one and escape, but both of them? You had no chance in hell.

Biting back the groan of frustration at being pushed back to square one, you began to think hard about how to escape. It was times like these that you truly missed hair dye, wigs, and colored contacts.

Unexpectedly, pressure floods your body and the weight settles into your chest comfortably. Feelings of longing and intense yearning make your head spin as the warmth can nearly be tasted. A fever-like haze consumes your consciousness forcing you to rest your head on the tree branch for coolness.

Just what did Zhongli cut off this time to force such a large offering onto you?

Smiling widely, you accept the offering and the opportunity to escape. The sky darkens as shooting stars fill the sky. Now that they aren't fighting, both women look at the sky with curious expressions.

"So it really did happen." Yelan mumbles as she puts away some dice. Shenhe stands up and walks in her direction while keeping her eyes on the dazzling star shower.

"The Creator must be active, the star showers have been happening frequently." Yelan notes as the gold star appears. You don't miss how both women pay close attention to the gold shooting star as it makes its way to the temple hidden behind the mountain.

"That star’s path… The area where it landed has some traces of the nuisance." Shenhe mutters seemingly in a bad mood as the sky lightens up to its natural blue.

"Then let's not waste any more time. It seems they are trying to escape back to Liyue Harbor." Yelan speaks with a hint of annoyance and leaves for the area. Shenhe follows her but not before a whisper is caught by your attentive ears.

"Why not me, your grace?"

So she does feel some strong emotions toward you as the Creator. She had spoken about the Traveler at every turn that you were starting to believe otherwise.

Once you're sure they're far enough, you drop out of the tree with intense relief. With no time to waste, you turn back to the Dragon-queller tree and run.

Canceling this pit stop and teleporting back to the city would be the correct and smart decision. But after all that hiding and work, you were going to see that tree no matter what. The orange leaves above you were witnesses to your stubbornness.

Walking across the small stretch of pink flowers on green grass, you notice patches of blood. Those were probably made during your chase with Shenhe. It makes you think back to her and her reason for hunting you down.

Unlike the majority of the Acolytes before this, Shenhe was going after you in hopes of protecting the Traveler rather than getting revenge for herself. All thanks to Yelan and her lies, unfortunately.

Either way, Shenhe was a huge bother to have, it'd be best to find some way to set her sights on someone else or find a way to deter her. Yet the only thing you can truly use is the traveler. Just why did Shenhe feel so attached to the Traveler in the first place?

Your distracted form leaves the sea of Sandbearer trees and coral flowers to be overshadowed by the Dragon-queller tree. The sun bears down making the orange-yellowish leaves shimmer not unlike the Cor Lapis you've seen before.

Stepping through the puddles of clear water, you continued to gaze up at the landmark with amazement. The winding bark and branches had blue crystalline embedded into them. The glittering of the aqua-colored crystalline was nice, but also subdued compared to the leaves surrounding it. Perhaps it would be better seen in the moonlight?

In any other situation, you would just sit here and enjoy the nice day. Maybe a picnic, or challenging yourself to climb the tree while awaiting the night to see the tree in its full glory.

But you have limited time. Just coming here was a problem on its own.

You stop at the tombstone, or rather stone monolith that reads out a warning to anyone who has gotten this far into Jueyun Karst. It serves as a reminder that there really is a dragon underneath you at this very moment. It shouldn't be surprising after you had literally spoken to Beisht, a goddamn Leviathan. But a thrum of excitement still urged your body to move.

To get closer to the entrance to Azhdaha.

You would need more powerful allies. More elemental creatures that could recognize you like Beisht. Azhdaha is on par with Zhongli, therefore the gnosis won't affect him as it does the Adepti. The only thing you truly had to worry about was the erosion.

All other excuses entered your mind as you crept closer to the entrance. Yet, right as you're about to go around the rocks to see the entrance up close, Teyvat brings the sound of speaking to your ears.

"Those traces were old, that means they must have came over here rather than the other way around." Yelan's smooth voice filters into your ears from the direction of the Sandbearer trees.

Anxiety fuels you to open the map and find a teleport waypoint to escape to. Yet an overwhelming sensation of love, loyalty, and obsession hits you like a truck. It leaves you breathless and gripping onto the tree nearly nauseous from the sickening saccharine.

"They may have gone back to where I first met them, it's through the opening next to the Dragon-Queller tree." Shenhe's stoic voice is accompanied by Yelan's hum in acceptance.

The time you had left was rapidly diminishing. Even if you tried to teleport now, it wouldn't work. It'd be the same scenario as when you first tried to teleport away from Shenhe.

Holding your head in pain from the clash of soft mind-numbing love and bitter possessiveness, you run into the entrance that leads to the Dragon-Queller's basement.

Does that make Azhdaha a basement dweller?

The seal glows softly with a hum as you stumble closer. Now safely tucked inside, you prioritize the mental toll Zhongli's sacrifice has been giving you.

Accepting the offering with a hazy mind, your body slides against the rocky interior until you sit on the ground. What a relief it is to finally be able to hear yourself think. The new consequences of the sacrifices were really inconvenient. The only reason you don't regret it is because it got Zhongli off your ass.

Now with a clearer mind, you open up the map and find the teleport waypoint near the city. Unfortunately, you're interrupted in the midst of selecting it by a rumble on your side making you glare at it in annoyance.

Red eyes permanently etched into a glare stare back at you. Heavy clawed feet are stomped in place making dust and rocks fly into the air around it. The pillars surrounding the geo dragon shake with force as you watch baffled.

This Azhdaha was the one the lores and description described. As large and tall as the mountains you had been climbing and gliding before with a tree tail rivaling that of the Dragon-Queller.

"Benevolent Creator!" Azhdaha cries out as he smashes his body at the surrounding seal with force. You can feel the ground shake from where you stand outside of the lair.

Was Azhdaha calling you the creator, or calling out to the creator? At this rate, Yelan and Shenhe will come over to investigate. You either have to calm Azhdaha or escape now.

"Beloved Creator, forgive me! Forgive these wretched eyes that refuse to acknowledge your grandeur! This body you carved of Geo, jade, crystalline, and the leylines of all minerals recognize you!"

So he does recognize you, it's his eyes that seem to have some sort of problem... That's right! How could you forget? Zhongli crafted him those eyes. But would that make it dangerous or safe to enter?

Your finger hovers over the teleport button as you stare at the rampaging dragon with wariness. Azhdaha sees it and only fights more.

"Your grace, please don't leave me in this isolating loneliness! These eyes are made by that traitor Morax. I beg of you, do not punish me for the wrongdoings of that traitor. I have lived this life fearing that one day I will succumb to this dreaded erosion before getting to feel your presence. I cannot even enjoy the sight of you with these cursed eyes of mine!"

If a dragon could cry, then that's exactly what Azhdaha was doing. Blue crystalline leaves glowing trails from his eyes down his jaw. Standing up you close the game screen and turn to face him.

"Rest, Azhdaha, I have arrived to see you. Calm yourself and settle in place, lest you attract company that will force me to leave." Your empathetic yet stern voice has an instant impact.

His tantrum stops as crazed murmurs leave him in a string of rumbled praise and thanks. You push past the seal and enter his lair. Making slow and careful steps, you walk toward Azhdaha who is surrounded by pillars serving as a border.

The opportunity of taking in another lonely and devoted elemental beast into your care was too good to pass up. You may even gain useful information or items like you did with Beisht. The serene and imposing smile you held as you walked closer to the mountain-like beast was nothing more than a cover-up for your greed.

So uh, I'm back! I really wasn't kidding about the school taking up a lot of time thing. I'm sorry if this isn't as good as previous chapters. I had to stop writing for quite a while to start school. Plus, this part is shorter since I wanted to give you guys more content. Shenhe is back with the added addition Yelan. I tend to group up most characters to help the flow of the story. And I mostly put these two together due to the funny comics they're featured in. Mind you they won't have the same dynamic as the comics, it was just inspiration for them to work together. Thanks to my editor for doing this soon enough for me to post right now. And I will not make any promises to be faster with the updates, but I do hope I can get into a new rhythm of writing to fit my school. If your username is in italics, that means I couldn't tag you for whatever reason! Taglist: @vvyeislazzy, @nikqi, @the-dumber-scaramouche, @etherisy, @yourlocalstranger123, @ra404, @iruiji, @goldenglow149, @haru-tofuu, @lsleepysimpl, @bebobeboben, @yuyuzi-ling, @amidst-the-tempest, @resident-cryptid, @mxd1zzy, @mochicurls21, @nervouseaglelover, @thedevioussmirk, @yumuramma, @kwqsla, @undecidingfate, @ehjane, @game-savvy, @akiramirae, @liansh3ng, @fluffy-koalala, @formacoon, @sxftiebee, @khxii-i, @ursinaw, @chuuya-brainrot, @sweetbills, @kazuchaos, @snowfoxnix, @bluebelony, @shellofthewell, @pencil-of-ashes, @ghostlyintervention, @taiformaifoe, @goaudduck, @carminerin, @maddysflowers, @zenith-of-all-zenith, @crazydreamcat, @leafanonsforest, @grimreapersscythe, @leylanx, @sapphireknown, @help-whatdoimakemyusername, @zhonglisfruityass, @mer0n37, @victoria1676, @mochinessss, @sinnful-darling, @emilymikado, @pix-stuff, @esthelily, @luxie963, @emmbny, @millienolife @kbar1013, @xxblackroses623xx, @chxrlxtteee, @aludicpoet, @yandematic, @atrcclovsxoxo, @0lshadyl0, @esthelily, @t-rex-red, @ck123, @steadybreadbluebird (I'm sorry for the wait, my computer was being dumb)

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As Fragile as A Brick Wall

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It's a me, ya bitch, who had half thie chapter written and then had to move house....tryina write longform during/post move is harder than I thought but here we is.

Chapter 7

Zhongli x Afab (fem pronoun) Reader

NSFW elements in later chapters

Multi-chapter, Royal AU, angst, mentions of death, eventual fluff, eventual smut, hurt/comfort(Wonderful header image made by the wonderful @ainescribe)

You wake with a hiss, something cold pressing against your exposed torso. Your initial reaction? Swing out with violence against whoever was closest, but your hand is swiftly caught and pinned to your side by a rather stern looking woman.

Ah, you remembered her now, she was one of the ones that had come with Zhongli when he had returned, slim, sharp features and an even sharper gaze, cloud retainer you think her name was. 

Either way, she fixes you with a withering glare as she clicks her tongue, brow furrowing in frustration. “One advises to hold still, your highness, lest your wound aggravate any more than it has with your improper technique.” she scolds, motioning to the pile of bandages beside you. “How did you come to sustain such an injury?” “Fell outta a tree…” you mutter, through gritted teeth. While the covered block of ice she had felt nice against your inflamed skin, this sharp woman was being anything but gentle as she presses it to your side.

“A princess should not be climbing trees in the first place!” she tuts, you roll your eyes at her, uncaring of the way her gaze only narrows on you. “You will do well to rest, lest these bones heal incorrectly.”

“I’ll do what I like!” you snap back at her, quickly losing patience with her commands as you shove her hand away and attempt to sit up. 

For such a skinny lady, she’s surprisingly strong as she grasps your shoulders and pushes you back down. “You will rest.” she repeats, already you can see a vein throbbing in her temple “It is as my lord commands, he does not wish for you to exacerbate your wounds more than you already have, foolish child!”

You can feel how quickly your fury reignites, only dimly cooled by cloud retainer’s icy glare. How dare he, after all that bravado, now he’s making orders of you? Pathetic.

“And what exactly is his royal highness going to do about it?” you sneer. 

“Quite simple.” Cloud retainer retorts “This one and his finest guard, Xiao, have been assigned to watch over you and keep you within your quarters until your injuries have healed sufficiently. Should you behave, it should not take long, but continue on like this and you will only suffer longer.”

“That ass!” you hiss, only for it to give way to a yelp as Cloud Retainer pinches your ear and tugs harshly. 

“While my lord insists you still be referred to as royalty, I will not have you disrespect him in my presence!” she thunders at you like a mother scolding their naughty child. “Now,you will lay here quietly and allow me to ice your wound, and then we can return you to your room. Understood?”

Her tone and glare gave you absolutely no room to argue.

—

Xiao was… intimidating.

Short, but intimidating. 

Never before had you seen a guard as stiff as him. Whenever he took over from Cloud Retainer and her fussing, he would stand there, by your door, stiff as a board, glowing yellow eyes usually trained at the floor, but any movement from you and his gaze would snap up again, watching you like a hawk, his hand tightening on his spear.

He didn’t speak much, and even when he did, to you ,at least, he kept his responses as short as humanly possible.

The duo’s shifts only last a few hours each, enough time for the other to eat and relax; in cloud retainer’s case it was to gather more herbs and tinctures, salves and poultices to slather onto your torso and thigh. The medicines were disgusting and the topicals stung, you hated it.

However, just when you’re expecting to finally get some peace and quiet as a knock at the door sounds, you expect it to be Xiao, but when your eyes meet those handsome amber pools you know you’re not getting any peace for the afternoon.

“Ah! Milord!” Cloud Retainer chirps happily to him with a deep bow of her head “Her wounds have been tended and she has, thankfully, remained in bed the entire day, as per your orders.”

“Thank you, Cloud Retainer. You are relieved for now.” Zhongli hums softly, stepping aside to allow his attendant out the door before he shuts it softly. You look away, one hand curling into your sheets as you look for anything closeby that you might be able to throw at his stupid head, but alas, nothing.

The chair beside your bed creaks quietly as he takes a seat, you still refuse to look at him, even as you hear the familiar rustling of pages, seem’s he’d brought a book with him…perhaps some sort of horrific mind control spell?

He does not acknowledge you as he settles on a page and begins to read. Slowly you realise through your anxiety and anger, that this was no spell, but a fairy tale…one you remember, told to you by her mother in her soft tones, curled in her warm embrace as she gently caressed your cheeks…better times, warmer times.

It was a story about a lonely dragon, who had left home and when he had returned many decades later, no one in the village remembered him, they thought he was a bad dragon, and treated him thus, throwing rocks and shooting arrows whenever he approached the castle upon which he used to roost. The villagers grew angrier and angrier with him, because he refused to leave the village, claiming this was his home. In the end he sacrificed his life for the village that hated him when an evil king had set his army upon them, and only in death did the villagers finally believe the beast’s words. 

You remember the first time your mother had told this story to you, you had cried for the dragon. You remember her face as she giggled and held you close, you promised her so vehemently that you would never be like those nasty villagers who didn’t believe until it was too late.

Ah, you get it now. 

“I see your game.” you mutter, gaze resting on your hands, clasped in your lap, Zhongli simply hums.

“Game?” He asks, flipping the page to the next story in the book “I simply thought you might enjoy listening to something other than Cloud Retainer’s occasionally incessant ramblings… she cares deeply about what she does, but she is prone to…prattle.” And with that, he launches into the next story, and you are left confused. Surely he’d picked that story first because he knew it had some meaning to you…? But it was the first one in the book too..

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On the second day Zhongli comes to visit, he asks Cloud retainer how you’re faring, and if she would allow you to stand and walk for a little while.

His attendant squawks at the mere thought, launching into a lecture about how excessive movement would only make you worse, only silencing when he holds up his hand.

“I will be accompanying her…her steed is simply becoming agitated…considering he was once my own, I know he won't calm until he sees his rider.” He sighs, he watches as Cloud retainer’s face scrunches; clearly unhappy with the idea, but knowing better than to challenge him on it.

“Very well, but nothing too strenuous.” She huffs “otherwise she will have to remain bed bound even longer.” 

“You have my word, Retainer.” Zhongli sighs, shaking his head as he watches her ruffle and leave. Zhongli sighs in relief before looking at you with mischief dancing in his eyes as he holds out his hand.

“I was not joking when I said Azhdaha was acting out.” He chuckles,”I tried to calm him but it seems his loyalties have truly switched.” 

You grunt, reluctantly taking his hand, loathe you are to admit it, but your muscles are sore and stiff from being forced to stay still. His fingers curl around your palm, he’s just as warm as you remember, his skin a little less calloused over time.

Different, but hauntingly familiar. 

He’s gentle helping you up, his other hand coming to brace your back as you stand, and you hate how vulnerable and weak you feel in front of him as he walks with you down the hall, still holding your hand, the asshole.

You hear your horse before you see him, which, considering his size, is a feat in and of itself. He’s roaring, he’s stomping and pacing in his stall.

“Azhdaha.” You call to him, and within moments, his massive head has appeared into the hall, he’s covered in his bedding, straw littering his mane as he pins his ears and flares his nostrils in mock-anger. “Oh hush you, I’m here.” 

Immediately, he reaches his snout towards you, his ears not relaxing until you reach out a hand to stroke him. You knew he was a proud old thing, and you knew damn well that his sight was beginning to go, but you’d never say it aloud, he deserved that much. “See? Relax, I’m fine.”

“As promised.” Zhongli adds with a chuckle, finally releasing your hand so you could tend to the stallion properly. “I swear he’s become even fouler in his age.”

“Wouldn’t you?” you retort, coaxing the horse to dip his head so you could pick stray bits of straw from his mane “he’s a man of routine, and thanks to you I haven't been able to abide by it.”

“You needed to rest.” He points out, using the same, no-nonsense tone he used to when you were rebelling as a teenager, complete with the crossed arms and the raised eyebrow.

“And you need a hobby other than bothering me.” you snort.

“While we’re here, a word?” He asks as he leans against the wall.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Then I won’t make you talk…but I want you to listen.” he presses as he watches you intently “Because I need your help.”

“You? Need my help?” you snort “with that exactly? Because a lay does not constitute help.”

“While things have been going smoothly with most of our allied nations, one in particular is proving to be rather…difficult to settle…I was hoping to have you join me during the meeting with their ambassador.”

“And why would I be of any use?” You mutter, wincing as you attempt to bend to pick up your horses brush, knocked from it’s shelf during his angry rampage about the stall. A hand rests on your back as Zhongli bends to fetch it for you. “Despite what you say, most Kingdoms are now of the belief that because my father is dead and you have taken over rule, I hold no standing.”

“To them, as a princess? No.” he agrees “but I know an intelligent and strategic mind when I see one… you know how to lead your people, and the allied kingdoms are fond of you…I believe your presence as a royal advisor might very well be the key to securing continued alliances.” 

“Ah, so you want me to be the pretty little dove on your shoulder, telling you right from wrong?” you respond flatly, fixing him with an unimpressed stare, one that Zhongli returns with an incredulous look. 

“Have you always been this difficult? Or are you acting like a child for the sake of it?” He snaps in frustration.

“I’m being difficult because you expect me to bend to your will when it’s my life and my hand you want!”

“That is not what I am speaking about right now.” He huffs “I am asking if you would be willing to help me to help the kingdom!” 

Your gaze narrows at him, and you’re met with equally as narrow a glare.

Perhaps he knew how to play you better than you thought. 

“Fine.” you seethe “I’ll help you with this stupid alliance. But not for you.”

Zhongli blinks, shock flitting past his features, he hadn’t expected you to agree so quickly. He opens his mouth to thank you but is immediately stopped by your hand raising. 

“I am doing it for the kingdom. And then…once all your pretty little alliances are formed. I’m leaving.” You tell him. “I am leaving and you will never see me again.”

Zhongli feels the cold creep into his heart, leaving? Where would you go? What would you do? Would you be safe? 

But he also sees the fierce determination in your eyes, you had meant every word…not to mention…he had promised to aid you in living happily, even if it meant away from the castle.

“Very well.” he sighs and nods “A promise is a promise.” 

You look him up and down, an eyebrow quirked. After all his bluster at that dinner about how he wanted you to be his queen, he was backing down awfully quickly…

“How long do we have until this Ambassador arrives?” You sigh, placing the brush down once Azhdaha had been cleaned down.

“In six to eight weeks.” He mumbles, knowing the timing would give away exactly which kingdom was coming to visit, and you groan loudly.

“Not Sneznhaya…” you grumble.

“Sneznhaya.” He confirms.

“Now I know why they hate you.” you huff, giving your horse one more good pat and a scratch around the ears before you shamble for the door. Admittedly your injuries were really starting to get the better of you, and you hate how you actually appreciate Zhongli’s quick return to your side, supporting you as you both make your way back to your room.

“But now you also know why having you there will be indispensable.” He chuckles, “After all, you were once set to marry their prince.”

“Ugh…don’t remind me…” 

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Hybrid/Anthro Alters

Hello all! It is I, Eden, once again with a new post! I saw that Izuku posted a response to a question talking about Hybrid alters within our system, so I am here to create a list of current known hybrid alters! I'll also be listing Anthro alters.

Keep in mind that this list, much like the big list of alters, is subject to change as more alters form and gain their hybrid forms. Also note that not all the hybrids on this list will have their hybrid type listed, this is the case for hybrids we do not completely know the animal/creature they are hybrids of just yet.

B.O.P. - Bird of Prey aka a raptor

Now without further ado, here are all known hybrid alters!:

DC:

Helios Pheasant (B.O.P, 1/2)

Genshin Impact/Star Rail:

Zhongli (Dragon Hybrid, 1/2)

MHA/My Hero Academia:

Dabi (Unknown)

Denki Kaminari (Unknown)

Eijiro Kirishima (Wolf Hybrid, 1/2)

Himiko Toga (Fox Hybrid, 1/2)

Hitoshi Shinsou (Big Cat, 1/4) (B.O.P, 1/4)

Izuku Midoriya (Rabbit/Bunny, 1/2)

Katsuki Bakugo (Wolf, 1/2)

Keigo Takami (B.O.P, 1/2)

Mirio Togata (Unknown)

Shota Aizawa (Unknown)

Shoto Todoroki (Ice Dragon, 1/4) (Fire Dragon, 1/4)

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Unknown)

Tomura Shigaraki (Unknown)

Toshinori Yagi (Unknown)

Minecraft/Minecraft YT:

Philza (Crow, 1/2)

Technoblade (Piglin, 1/2)

Mythos:

Anubis (Anthro, Jackal)

Random:

Lamb/Lambert (Anthro, Lamb/Goat)

Sonic:

Amy Rose (Anthro, Hedgehog)

Blaze (Anthro, Cat)

Infinite (Anthro, Jackal)

Knuckles (Anthro, Echidna)

Metal Sonic (Robot Anthro, Hedgehog)

Miles 'Tails' Prower (Anthro, Fox)

Rouge (Anthro, Bat)

Shadow (Anthro, Hedgehog)

Silver (Anthro, Hedgehog)

Sonic (Anthro, Hedgehog)

Sticks (Anthro, Badger)

Vector (Anthro, Crocodile)

Undertale/Deltarune/Aus:

Classic Toriel (Anthro, Nubian Goat)

Unknown Source:

Clove (Dragon, 1/2)

Mugwort (Dragon, 3/4)

Quartz (Dragon, 3/4)

Sage (Satyr, 1/2)

Tarragon (Dragon, 1/2)

Tiger's Eye (Dragon, 3/4)

Topaz (Dragon, 3/4)

Wormwood (Crow, 1/2)

Wren (Anthro, Owl)

Here are all known hybrid alters! I hope you enjoyed the list and feel free to ask any questions!

Hope you all have a splendid morning/afternoon/evening! -Eden

[idontknowanametouse]

Genshin cringe headcanons part 6: Liyue teens

This post reclaims the term "cringe". If you use it as an insult or is triggered by it, please DNI

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Name: Chongyun

Gender: transmasc demiboy, he/they/ice/ghost

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, has albinism, white hair dyed light blue, blue eyes.

Age: 16

Sexuality: asexual gay

Personality: optimistic, introvert, easily exciting, naive, does not understand lies, sarcasm or jokes.

Area of greatest ability: exorcism, books

Likes: ghost stories, snow, small mamallians, cold tea, Xiangling's food (the non-spicy one)

Dislikes: pranks, not seeing ghosts, being "drunk" with ices yang energy

Fears/triggers: big animals, being alone, needles

Kins: winter, shiny things, soft stuff, light blue, marbles, paint

Family: Shenhe (biological aunt) Xianyun (adoptive grandmother)

Relationship status: dating Xingqiu

Friends: Xiangling, Hu Tao, Yanfei, Gaming, Qiqi, Baizhu, Itto, Yelan, Tartaglia

Disabilities: autistic, ADD, fibromyalgia

Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like practices

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Name: Xiangling Maö

Gender: cis girl, she/her

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, black, chubby, spoon-kind body, black eyes, braided curly black hair, burn scars on her hands and arms

Age: 14

Sexuality: abroromantic, greyromantic, asexual

Personality: easily exciting, very forgiving, naive, extrovert, may be invasive without knowing

Area of greatest ability: cooking

Likes: travelling on the Crux, making food for her friends and family, getting/hunting new ingredients, onion, fried crystalflies

Dislikes: being limited by other people, when people are rude

Fears/triggers: dying from cold, losing Guoba

Kins: bear, fire, food, cherry blossoms

Family: Wanmin (biological dad) madam Ping (adoptive grandma) Yaoyao (biological little sister) Yanfei (adoptive cousin)

Relationship status: single

Friends: Chongyun, Gaming, Hu Tao, Xingqiu, Beidou, Ganyu, Xinyan, Thoma, Tartaglia

Disabilities: ADHD, dyspraxia, Guoba acts as a service animal and helps her on day to day tasks

Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like practices

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Name: Yanfei

Gender: trans girl, she/it

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, white skin, pink hair, black eyes, dark circles, vitiligo

Age: 16

Sexuality: asexual lesbian

Personality: just, ludical, daydreamer, idealistic, easily exciting, sometimes way too anxious

Area of greatest ability: knowing of the law

Likes: studying the penal code, insects, playing with its hair, reading, tofu

Dislikes: showing off her body, fishing, cold food, when bad people pay their way out of their responsabilities

Fears/triggers: being called a freak, yelling, being abandoned

Kins: sand, clay, antlers, books, fire

Family: Xiangling, Yaoyao (adoptive cousins) Wanmin (adoptive uncle) Ping (adoptive great-aunt)

Relationship status: dating Hu Tao

Friends: Itto, Shinobu, Xingqiu, Gaming, Yelan, Chongyun, Qiqi, Ganyu, Xianyun, Shenhe, Eula, Heizou

Disabilities: autistic, chronic back pain, insomnia, fibromyalgia

Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like practices

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Name: Hu Tao

Gender: transfem demigirl, she/they/it/ghost/xe/spooky/he

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, dark skin, black hair, brown eyes, thin

Age: 15

Sexuality: asexual lesbian

Personality: playful, peculiar, excentrical, morbid, respectful, caring for every living being, considered weird

Area of greatest ability: funerals

Likes: wax, going to the hills on ghosts own, studying plants, poetry, learning other nations' funerary practices, helping ghosts, steamed fish, prawn dumplings, singing, dancing

Dislikes: qingxin slime, sitting still, being yelled at by other people, people who are rude to her friends

Fears/triggers: not being loved, being considered a freak by those he loves

Kins: ghosts, clay, hilichurls, autumn, halloween, red, calligraphy, stones, butterflies, skeletons, coffins, bath bombs

Family: biological grandpa, Zhongli (adoptive dad) Xiao, Ganyu, Xinyan, Qiqi (adoptive siblings) Childe (found family)

Relationship status: dating Yanfei

Friends: Xiangling, Xingqiu, Chongyun, Gaming, Albedo, Klee, Venti, Shenhe, Xianyun, Kazuha, Furina

Disabilites: autistic, hyperactive, hypermobile

Belief: even though she doesn’t necessairely care about Rex Lapis, he believes him and has taoist-like practices on spookys day-to-day life

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Name: Xingqiu

Gender: transmasc boyflux, he/they/xe/Knight/write/one/ey/she

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, white skin, black hair dyed dark blue, brown eyes

Age: 15

Sexuality: gay

Personality: polite, curious, playful, masks caring with an elite-like mannerism.

Area of greatest ability: writing

Likes: going to Wanwen bookstore, stags, rabbits, reading, pranks, baked goods

Dislikes: being at home and/or with eys family, carrots, taking responsabilities that are not knights own

Fears/triggers: Shenhe, crying in public, being weak

Kins: cherry blossoms, gold, dark academia, water, books, dark blue, coffee

Family: Yelan (cousin)

Relationship status: dating Chongyun

Friends: Baizhu, Gaming, Keqing, Ningguang, Qiqi, Childe, Xiangling, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin, Zhongli, Albedo, Kokomi

Disabilities: autistic, ADD, chronic fatigue

Belief: is agnostic

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Name: Gaming Yip

Gender: pangender, any pronouns

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, brown skin, brown eyes, brown hair, muscled, burn scars

Age: 17

Sexuality: pansexual

Personality: energic, ethical, excentric, friendly, kind, independent.

Area of greatest ability: dancing, Fighting

Likes: being with Man Chai and his friends, herbs tea, sweets, helping others, being accepted as who she truly is

Dislikes: not having enough many, food with way too much seasoning, horror stories, not having their dreams validated, having nightmares with Celestia

Fears/triggers: not being accepted, Celestia

Kins: has no kins, but supports his friends who do

Family: biological father, Xianyun (found family aunt)

Relationship status: single

Friends: Beidou, Chongyun, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Qiqi, Shenhe, Xiangling, Xingqiu, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin

Disabilities: ADHD

Beliefs: has taoist-like practices

[macabretcles]

Tag Dump 4 - Zhongli

[devinevirtue]

@goldenpeng // Zhongli

SC - Not Accepting

      "Humans are always quite intruging. Don't you think?" He questions with a fond smile. Looking over at the surroundings by Wangshu Inn. "I hear you're quite friendly with some of the people who work here."

[electrosair]

Hi cutie, is matchup event still open? I would like to ask for one.

I'm an INFJ. I'm a perfect definition of introvert: like and need time alone to function properly. But I can fit into any environment if needed, but after that, I still need to be alone to recharge. People say I'm a soft person with a soft heart. I won't say I'm disagree. But people also say I can make a good lead and I am an ambitious and headstrong perfectionist at work, not that I will disagree.

For my hobbies, I often read book, journal and craft things (you know, like crochet...). I prefer things that are pretty or feminine, like flowers, moon, small animals... I'm often known to be the one with good sense of fashion and I never go out without dress up, or at least taking a good care of my appearance. To my belief, keeping a presentable appearance is a way of respecting myself and others.

My favorite nations are Liyue and Fontaine, since I'm a Asian (Liyue reminds me of my homeland more than Inazuma and I love Liyue's Archon quest), and I love French's fashion and cultural (for Fontaine, and a certain dragon, too). My favorite element is anemo, maybe because I want to free myself from my mental problems.

I hope mine won't be too long since I have stop myself from oversharing! Thank you lovely, hope I would get my response soon.~

there's just one little thing i want to say liyue's archon quest is insert circus music (for me and childe at least) i could rage for an hour about how much i hated people (zhongli) on that quest but i won't because i love you

Diluc!

Your personalities are certainly similar and you will probably start to get along well after breaking the ice on a few occasions. You would have a lot to talk about in terms of ambitions and future plans.

He would start bringing you books from his own shelves and give you crocheting supplies the moment he finds out about your tastes. I can say without hesitation that Diluc would melt if you give him something handmade.

You can't say he's very feminine, but I'm sure he likes to see outfits like that on you and would notice little details like the pattern of your clothes or the accessories. He would bring you flowers or take you to see the moon as soon as you ask him to.

[bitbrumal]

                                                                   HEADCANON                ↤   khioniya | tsaritsa   ::   OG CONCEPT  ↩

❖  i always started out with one of her reasons for distance from her ppl being she's incapable of choosing her own goals over their happiness if she lets herself get close at all—so she doesn't. she’s commonly in a form of stasis, at the heart of zapolyarny palace: a permanent fixture on the throne. it’s why i refer to her as statuesque & still ( & dusty lol. literally ). while aware, she chooses to be aware not through personal interactions but through her element. it numbs her just enough to keep making the hard choices. an estrangement by fixating on the eternity of the ice & the flickering moments that frolic across it. things die. when she watches from afar, the grief over their momentary loss is a lit match in her being—instead of cause for hysteria.

           she is traumatised & triggered by loss.            lacking mental healthcare, she still does know this.                managing the symptoms = keeping her distance.

                  she understands the trolley problem, but she is so fragile in some ways. a virtue so intense it passes into being a vice: if it’s hurting in front of her & hers, she cannot but do all that can be done to protect it. because someone should. add to that the screaming hysteria of a mind still controlled by past powerlessness... one day i’ll write down how she came to be lol but i’m going with the idea of making her someone who was human & ascended to godhood, which has thoroughly acquainted her with having no option to protect anything - only to endure, & watch others try- & fail -to do the same.

also toying with the whole ‘frozen/stuck in time’ theme because... khioniya vc: & i will simply not let myself move on c: i will honour every cause for sorrow i’ve ever witnessed when all i could do for it is feel—but this is not a conscious consideration. immortality might make one a little... clicks tongue. stagnant? stuck? no... it’s that if you know you will outlive most any changes, there is a point to be made for not changing along.

i think zhongli is a beautiful contrast to that, in that he remains involved with liyue’s evolving culture & so gets to continue to experience new things / stay alive in a shifting landscape while also in touch with the constancy of what lies beneath it. to not get complacent & stagnant. i can imagine an immortal’s life just passing much slower unless they interact with the things that are more fast-paced. preferences would be different for each person of course.

& since khioniya has been given such cause- & such an option -to numb herself, freeze her emotions that they cannot bite into her any more except by making her more numb to them... feeling so deeply & intensely, & having been caused such emotional trauma that the aftershocks just won’t quit-               & a lack of awareness of mental healthcare lmao— AND knowing she’s sacrificing her current nation for the sake of a potential peaceful future for some evolved version of it, or even one utterly separate from it—

yeah she’s staying numb. oh & THEN even if successful, finally to be in a position to mourn the staggering amount of sacrifices that had to be made to accomplish victory in war against celestia? hm! staying numb for millennia to come! if she doesn’t just crack & erode lol~

❖  harmburgers are people she allows herself to get attached to what with their increased resistance to death & various. mainly just bc she’s a) not gonna make it without allowing this ( which is part of why she’s so serene re: conflicting personalities. who cares? she’s dying of starvation. she’ll love. there is one thing she’s never capable of not doing ). b) bc well they ARE the biggest threats to. everything. lol. gotta stay on top of those at least-                 MAKE NO MISTAKE: this sense of connection, responsibility, & a nurturing type of care—does not mean they get along with each other!

[ enter childe = enter complication. ] [ enter la signora = enter complication. ] because they do share at least part of her vision. khioniya keeps the internal conflict to herself.

—but that’s not even the point of this complicated dance with an assortment of monsters. she is just, terminally incapable of not giving a fuck, of not feeling, & of not needing to do so. her harmburgers won’t make her stray from the ultimate goal of sacrificing whatever it takes to bring down celestia & let society develop anew—b e c a u s e they’re the shitbags who are ideologically the antithesis to her feelsy bullshit.                   the need to compensate for this inability to be indifferent, to do & keep doing what it takes to get something done. she understands the trolley problem, but at every moment- let alone each overt step -along the way to sacrificing those present before her for the chance at those that could come after them... every moment is one where all the considerations plague her. there’s too much space in her head not to fill it with all that. the amount of MENTAL PREPARATION required for her to act & follow through is, a lot. this goes for something like using orphans & turning them into soldiers: every moment she knows she could stop that. she could. & she doesn’t. & it fills her head with hell despite how pointless that is. she’s logical enough that the trolley problem motivates her. but also cripplingly sentimental.

          different moods make the choice easier. there’s a lot of rage in there, too. there is bloodlust. there is fury for the fact that human nature allows heinous things- & allows that ever-present apathy she cannot truly wrap her mind around. it’s scary. sometimes the sacrifices hurt in front of her & it only makes the trolley issue easier to tackle. other times it shuts her down completely.

pierro & his organisation are allowed to rule these efforts of world domination for she cannot follow through. in stops & starts, yes- but momentum must be built up to accomplish a feat like this. over recent centuries, she’s grown accustomed to it more. there is momentum built up in one’s coping with trauma as well: the more hell she allows freely despite possessing the power to stop it----well. the more important it is to follow through. the more unhinged she is in battle. the more genuinely she laughs along with her harmburgers.                     she never forgets herself,          but she’s never been a pacifist: violence begets the need for violence; to harm is to call for protection. she’s gotten to a point where some days, everything that dies & perverts by her tacit orders feels like progress. ( it is. ) where someone else’s blood in her mouth can be that of her soldier or that soldier’s enemy—each taste just as good.

she won’t forget what she’s fighting for anytime soon, but man... she’s getting fucked in the head. on a god’s timescale, it’s not far off.

[vishapsking]

About the Yakshas. About Wangsheng Funeral Parlour.

voicelines. @jadeburdened​​ / accepting !

About the Yaksha

I remember them answering Morax’s call to arms long ago. Though it was an honorable task to undertake, it was one that had sent them spiraling into ruin. Without their sacrifice, Liyue would not be here as it is today. Many humans think the past as fairytales and forget to pay respect to them. 

But, such is the way of the world; names and deeds lost to the sands of time. 

About Wangsheng Funeral Parlour 

For generations the Hu family had helped Rex Lapis protect Liyue. Their work is indispensable and hangs a delicate balance between life and death. My memories only recalls a few of the generation heads. 

Our current dear Director Hu is quite charming. 

( chuckles )

Many seem to find her off-putting; humans have always feared what they do not understand. They cannot see why one could walk the line between life and death with carefree ease. But such is the way of the heads of the Wangshang Funeral Directors.  

( in verses where they work there ) Needless to say, I will still strive for the title of Employee of the Month! 

[goldenorder]

@of-vortex​

“He willingly allowed himself to be sealed to abide to our contract... therefore it was only fair that I respect both his wish and the pact made between us all those ages ago.” Yet his expression seemed all but pleased at that notion, going against the very essence of what made him the overseer of contracts. “In terms of your fate... well, it is like I have said. I am no longer serving as the archon, and therefore it is not my place to decide on whether you shall be sealed again.”

[idontknowanametouse]

Genshin cringe headcanons part 2: knights of Favonius

This post reclaims the term “cringe”. If you use it as an insult or is triggered by it, please, DNI

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Name: Amber

Gender: transfem parawoman, she/bun/red

Pictures of character:

Appearance: has chinese, german, russian and latin heritage, brown skin, is atletic, has long brown hair and brown eyes, small scars through her body, amputated below both knees

Age: 20

Sexuality: bisexual

Personality: just, dilligent, variates between thinking quickly and panicking quickly, extrovert, passionate, kind, doesn’t detect lies and sarcasm, befriends most she meets

Area of greatest ability: teaching, athletics

Likes: running, gliding, adventuring, pigeons, hunting, competing, Baron Bunny, coffee, rabbits

Dislikes: enygmas, cooking, not knowing what people are talking about, when innocent people get hurt

Fears/triggers: being abandoned, being weak

Kin: drawing, red roses, bunny, shiny things.

Family: her (biological) grandpa, Collei (found family younger sister)

Relationship status: dating Eula

Friends: Kaeya, Albedo, Bennett, Diona, Fischl, Tighnari, Cyno, Jean, Klee, Lisa, Noelle, Sucrose, Venti

Disabilities: autistic, hyperactive, asthma, is amputated below both knees due to an accident when she was 13 and uses prosthetics

Belief: believes Barbatos in a way that resembles catholic beliefs

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Name: Kaeya Alberich

Gender: gender non conforming man, he/she

Pictures of character:

Appearance: black, ethnically german, black eyes, black hair dyed blue in locs, eyepatch on the right side.

Age: 24

Sexuality: bisexual

Personality: insecure under a mask, charming, sometimes lazy, curious, relaxed, likes a lot kids.

Area of greatest ability: teaching, talking

Likes: wine, peacocks, art, kids, playing tricks on others

Dislikes: grape juice, people threatening Mondstadt, his biological father

Fears/triggers: being abandoned, rain, someone finding out about his secret, fire

Kin: gold, coins, soft, calygraphy, ice, wine, jewelry

Family: Crepus (adoptive dad) Diluc (adoptive older brother) Adelinde (found family mom) Jean, Bennett, Klee, Albedo, Fischl, Razor, Qiqi, Diona, Hu Tao, Barbara, Collei (found family siblings)

Relationship status: single

Friends: Amber, Eula, Lisa, Rosaria, Venti, Thoma, Zhongli, Childe, Ayato

Disabilities: autistic, ADHD, carpal tunnel syndrome, blind in one eye since birth and wears an eyepatch

Belief: has a complicated relationship with religion, but to avoid discussions she says he believes Barbatos.

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Name: Lisa Minci

Gender: cis woman, she/her

Pictures of character:

Appearance: ethnically german, white, light brown hair she usually keeps tied, green eyes, thin and tall

Age: 27

Sexuality: bisexual

Personality: kind, efficient when she wants to, nice to kids, very organized, usually lazy, likes flirting with strangers, vengeful

Area of greatest ability: literature

Likes: reading, organizing, sleeping, tea, playfully flirting, calla lilies, soup

Dislikes: working, when people break the library's rules, screaming, pumpkins

Fears/triggers: dying way too soon due to her curse and not being able to do what she wants in her life

Kin: crystals, books, tea, purple, spooky stories, sweets

Family: Barbara (sister in law) Razor (adoptive nibling) Rosaria (found family) Cyno (found family brother) Collei (found family niece)

Relationship status: engaged to Jean

Friends: Albedo, Amber, Eula, Kaeya, Klee, Diona, Mika, Mona, Noelle, Sucrose, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Kaveh

Disabilities: depression, fibromyalgia, arthritis, vascular disease, sometimes uses a wheelchair

Belief: agnostic.

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Name: Jean Gunnhildr

Gender: trans woman, she/her

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: tall, athletic, white, ethnically german, has blond hair in a ponytail, blue eyes and eyebags.

Age: 25

Sexuality: lesbian

Personality: kind, caring, responsible, serious, polite, ethical, easily anxious.

Area of greatest ability: leading, taking care of others

Likes: folk songs, poetry, romance books, legendary heroes stories, coffee, pizza

Dislikes: sleeping, being told what to do, being tired, when people are irresponsible

Fears/triggers: not being good enough, long training sessions, force-feeding

Kin: clouds, wind, flowers, grass

Family: Barbara (biological younger sister) Razor (nibling in law) Rosaria (family in law) Klee, Kaeya, Diluc (found family siblings)

Relationship status: engaged to Lisa

Friends: Albedo, Amber, Eula, Thoma, Miko, Ningguang, Alhaitham, Collei, Neuvillette

Disabilities: autistic, carpal tunnel syndrome, insomnia, chronic headaches

Belief: believes in Barbatos in a way that resembles catholic beliefs

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Name: Eula Lawrence

Gender: trans woman, she/her

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically german, white, has short black hair dyed light blue, an eye blue and the other brown, fat, stretch marks, scars through her body.

Age: 23

Sexuality: asexual demiromantic lesbian

Personality: confident, just, kind, playful on her own way, responsible, reliable, vengeful

Area of greatest ability: leading

Likes: philosophy, dancing, bladework, joking, cold, sweets

Dislikes: etiquette, her family, being mistreated, being misunderstood, thunders

Fears/triggers: etiquette classes, abusive families, being told she is like her father

Kin: snow

Family: Mika (found family little brother) Collei (sister in law)

Relationship status: dating Amber

Friends: Kaeya, Lisa, Jean, Yanfei, Albedo, Klee, Fischl, Noelle, Rosaria, Venti, Bennett

Disabilities: autistic, knee chronic pain, depression, uses a crutch to walk.

Belief: agnostic.

All pictures are made with this picrew: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1931531