#( tsaritsa | answered )

[starscr0ss]

im thinking about celestia and the abyss being literal opposites (chaos and order) and im thinking about childe and lumine being sort of embodiments of that, just not in the way we think. after the latest natlan quest its clear to us what the fatui intends and what they want- i think the tsaritsa more than anything loves humanity, which is why she directly opposes celestia who are known for bringing down different civilizations. childe, as Her weapon and Her blade is an extenction of that: he's a blade forged by the abyss, bathed in Her holyness, meant to strike down those who sin. lumine (talking solely about traveler lumine) is the literal sister of the prince of the abyss, she has clear ties to it and at this point in the story still is hesitant about fully opposing him (i love angst). her entire story revolves around chaose and disrupting celestia's (and the fatui's) order. isnt that fun

i think what childe longs for the most is control- control of himself, his life, his powers, his story, his fate. i think what lumine wants the most is freedom, which is just another phacet of chaos

anyways. you see it. the themes are theming

[tempests-bards-and-birds]

i've been thinking about the word choice in neuvillette's voice lines about the archons, specifically how in saying that deus auri "won" the authority of geo and that the narukami "took" the authority of electro he is very much implying that they came into possession of the authorities deliberately; however, he then calls the anemo archon the "recipient" of the authority of anemo, which seems to imply less that he took it deliberately and more that it was just given to him, which does seem align with what little we know about how venti became the anemo archon (because both of the other viable candidates were. yknow. dead). what's particularly interesting about this to me, then, is that it seems to suggest that neuvillette has done at least some modicum of research into the older archons (the stuff with nahida doesn't count because he was actually conscious while it was happening), which it does make sense for him to have done. either that or i'm just reading too much into arbitrary word choices lmao

[lovesickeros]

lord its so dark in here the sahara desert of tsaritsa content you are like a shining oasis. your characterisation of her compels me & mihoyo would be hard pressed to top it imo.!! caaaaan i humbly request yr thoughts on her first meeting w a reader of any kind, or maybe even multiple kinds (sagau, sagau god au, isekai, etc) if you so desire...

it really is like a desert here. being the fan of a character we aren't getting until the last damn nation is driving me up a wall but i will persevere bc if nothing else i support morally bankrupt women in media. we r in a severe drought over here but i do my best. unfortunately nothing i say is ever coherent so pull out your translation notes its abt 2 be messy

also this got out of hand but thats bc first meetings w the tsaritsa are tricky to write + a LOT of her characterization lies in deeper exploration then just surface level yknow...NOT A DIG AT YOU this is just my excuse for rambling. gently pats the tsaritsa she can hold so much complexity i do not have the word count to delve into it completely :]

gonna talk cult au for a bit here though because that's 99% of my content. and honestly? she thrives in sub au's of the cult au like villain au + imposter au. it's basically made for her. i mean, early days, the imposter au had been going around for a little while but one of the first few ideas was the Fatui taking reader in so like. it kinda technically actually was. pretty sure cult au Tsaritsa popped up because of the imposter au. a lot of it's writers kinda left though which. man am i getting old or.

anyway.

there isn't much of a chance her first impression is all that positive. at best it's usually neutral, imo, but rarely if ever positive. specifically because i view the Tsaritsa as someone who isn't as fanatical as most of the acolytes typically are towards the creator. she's not exactly going to worship the ground you walk on unlike a certain geo lizard. which is partially why i think she thrives in the sub au's i mentioned.

imposter au, for example. she meets you at your lowest. there's no gaudy extravagance or pampering from the acolytes waiting for you because your own acolytes have turned on you. for all intents and purposes you aren't a "god" at all. which is why i don't think she meshes well with normal cult au reader. the Fatui are made up of outcasts, basically, and imposter au slots right in just perfectly. you're weak, at your lowest, when you meet the Fatui in the imposter au. and the Fatui can help you, too.

a mutual exchange, really. the Tsaritsa sees a tool she can use to one up the rest of the nations and especially Archons, and she has no qualms about you using her and the Fatui in turn. you both want something out of it, after all. whether you just want to be safe from the rest of the acolytes, or you want revenge, or whatever else..she'll give you the power to fulfill it, and she gains the strongest piece on the chessboard when all is said and done.

the best way i can describe the first meeting is "practical", i suppose. she sees an opportunity in you. the ultimate gamble. because if she "saves" you, and you dont trust anyone else because they tried to kill you, well..she holds all the cards, doesn't she?

but the Tsaritsa, imo, is just as capable of being just as fanatical towards you as anyone else. she just won't worship you as the creator. but as yourself? clawing your way back to your divine power and taking back what belongs to you? the Tsaritsa is, to me, a character who's character flourishes in long-term fics more because she changes a LOT between "just met reader" and after having been with reader for some time. she's practically apathetic at the beginning but a lot of her character, in my characterization, shines through LONG after the first meeting.

[nomorefstogive]

I am gonna ask every single content creator I follow bc I am desperate. I have read at some point an au with a creator reader with the harbingers all over her making sure she is not getting bored and entertaining her and the tsaritsa being too ashamed to show her face after kidnapping the creator. I dont remember who made it, how long has it been since I read it or the name. If anybody knows, please help, I have been loonking for it for iver 2 weeks now😭(All I know is that its on tumblr

I think I know what you are talking about, I'm pretty sure I read it but I forget who wrote it and I cannot find it when I search for it on my end, sorry I cannot be of any help with this matter.

[swcrdmastery]

"Ah, greetings, Captain. It is lovely seeing you here."

— @theonlytsaritsa

"Your majesty." Capitano kneeled down to the ground in an instant. "It's lovely seeing you here too."

[aerkan]

Baizhu,

- Keeps wine on the pharmacy counter, and drinks straight from the bottle if the line reaches more than three people

- Cannot go up stairs. At all. Falls flat on his face every time

- In a modern au, is deathly allergic to penicillin

Tsaritsa,

- She’s the goddess of love, but not romantic love? Like familial love? And she lost her child or something so she uses the harbingers to try and fill that void

- USES A WEAPON THATS NOT LONG RANGE ARGGARAG

- Collects snowflakes, although it does just look like a pile of snow next to her throne

Deshret,

- The teyvat equivalent of the “— for dummies” books

- Lover of everything sparkly

- Could not keep a plant alive, even with the sumeru goddesses help

Venti,

- Terrified of squirrels

- Known as a heretic to the church, knowledge which makes Diluc smile

- Every time he gets even a little bit of dirt on his clothes, he treats it like he’s dying

Hu Tao,

- Ruthlessly roasts Rex Lapis while staring Zhongli in the eyes

- Zhongli often has to stop her from eating things that should not be eaten. It is not uncommon to hear him yelling “NO HU TAO DONT EAT THOSE”

- Smiles when killing treasure hoarders, will cry for weeks if she accidentally crushes a ladybug

Nahida,

- She heard the traveler say “fuck it we ball” once and it’s now her favourite phrase

- Often sends passive aggressive letters to Ei and Yae about how Scara likes her more than them, and how she is taking custody

- Spends so much time in the library that she burns the moment she goes outside

Chlothar

- Not a headcanon but it would be so fucking funny if he was Rostam

- Knits. Everything is knitted. Always.

- Can’t cook for shit, but too insane to realise his food tasted disgusting

GRGRGGRGRGRGGRGGRGRGRG

Oh dear god, these are amazing, please tell me I can use some of those

[caparrucia]

AKJWDASJKDJDS I'D LOVE TO SEE WHAT WENT DOWN DURING VARYA'S NAMING CEREMONY :0000 or what Childe's mom is uncovering, and what that conversation between Childe and the Tsaritsa relating to that means!!!

All three ficlets under the cut, plus an extra:

Varya's naming:

It was important that he was there to welcome the new day, so he'd arrived the evening prior.

There were to be no gifts on the name day, because a name was gift enough and anything else was traditionally seen as inviting misfortune. But there was very specifically nothing forbidding gifts given before. It did not feel right, to drop by the house empty handed. He'd sworn to their father that his family would be looked after, in Liyue, and while it wasn't a contract, strictly speaking, he'd come to learn there were other bonds that weighted just as much. So he brought trinkets from the harbor, as well as writing paper, because four out of the five siblings made a point of keeping journals and work on their calligraphy. He also brought tea, because of course he did. It was required of him, so they could rib him about it. But also an inkstone and a set of brushes, because Anthon was very interested in trying his hand at painting. And a roll of silk in the precise green that made Tonia's eyes resemble her father's. Olga's personal vice was the mint pastries that were all the rage recently, so a tray of that as well.

He was unfortunately unable to bring just about the most important gift he could offer, which was their brother, because their brother had gone off to meet his fate.

Nothing but a slight delay, that was all.

At midnight, just as her new year began, Olga finally shared the name she'd settled on, for her daughter.

"Like grandmother," Seymon observed, eyebrows arched as Anthon, Teucer and Tonia circled the newly named child that, honor to the truth, looked rather put out at being kept awake so far past her usual bedtime. "That's... oddly sentimental of you."

"Liyue will be her home," Olga said, giving Zhongli a weighted look that caused him to dip his head forward in acknowledgement, "for now. But she should know where she comes from."

"Strong roots foster long-lived trees," Zhongli pointed out, head tilted sideways.

"One can hope!" Olga let out a small, meanspirited laugh. "Besides, Ajax always said he wanted that name for his first daughter." She shrugged in the face of Zhongli's pointed stare. "Oh well, he should have been here to contest it, if he really cared."

"He does care," Zhongli was quick to point out, almost reflexively. "That is the one thing I will not let you doubt. He does care."

"Not enough to be here," Olga replied, relentless.

"Enough to come back," Zhongli replied, shaking his head. "Because," he insisted, immutable, "he will be back."

"Well, when he is, he will never live this down," Seymon informed him, gravely.

"Oh, absolutely," Zhongli agreed, and for the first time, he realized Childe's siblings looked at him as family.

Varya's First Swear.

"You know she's my niece, right?" Childe said, lone eye rolling in annoyance when Zhongli casually sidestepped his attempts to pluck said girl from his arms. "My blood!"

"Yes, well," Zhongli replied, eyebrows arched, "there is such a thing as family of choice."

"She's a year and a half, she hasn't chosen shit," Childe replied dryly and then found himself pouting, realizing he was pouting, and then glowering at the source of all his misfortunes. "C'mon!"

"Your proclamations of filial love are admirable," Zhongli said, in that smug, taunting tone he only ever took when they were alone and he was in a mood. "However, on behalf of Miss Varya, I'd be remiss to wave off your absence on her last birthday." Childe made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. "I'm not sure such a slight can be easily forgiven. She's only have one of those so far!"

"You-" Childe spluttered, flushing. And then dropped his voice into a hiss. "Will you fucking let that go?"

Zhongli opened his mouth to reply with something terrible that made Childe question his choice to be desperately, maddeningly in love with him, no matter what, but Varya cut him off.

"Fucken!" She said, golden eyes twinkling like stars as she stared at Childe's horrified face. "Fuck'n! Fuck'n!"

A sly smile tugged on Zhongli's mouth as he caught Childe's gaze with his own. Childe paled.

"Don't you dare-"

But it was too late, the lanky bastard was already gliding across the yard, heading back inside, while Childe's niece and engine of his imminent demise, continued to shriek variations of the word fuck at the top of her precious tiny lungs.

"AJAX!"

Oh, he was gonna lose something far more dear to him than an eye, for that.

Vaska's Fucking Curse:

Vaska was born in the capital, to one of the merchant families of the First Guild. She was a clever child. Willful. She spoke fluently and bluntly, and it was endearing until she was ten, and then it was humiliating to be talked down by someone that young, who was also in the habit of being right. Her greatest treasure, the grandest gift her wealthy parents had ever given her, was the ability to read. If she had questions, she learned quickly, books were the easiest source for an answer. People either answered what they thought she was asking, instead of what she was actually asking, or otherwise mangled the answer in some misguided attempt to make it 'child friendly'.

Vaska likes the truth. She likes reality. The world is as it is, and so she should face it head on. It's stupid to expect it to be anything other than what it is, and she has trouble being sympathetic to people who are continuously surprised by such things.

Vaska is a willful, difficult child, according to her parents, their families and the majority of their extended social circle, which includes most of the aristocracy and a few Harbingers in service of Her Majesty. Her saving grace is that she's youngest of six, with plenty of older, more socially savvy, capable siblings who will carry out the burden of their bloodline and their inheritance, so the chances that she'd be required to marry in the name of politics or a good bargain are low.

Besides, Vaska is her father's favorite child, which is, they whisper, why she is the way she is. Spoiled. Entitled.

When Vaska is fifteen, she accompanies her father to oversee the liquidation of a Estate. The ancestral seat of an ancient family that has been snuffed out for... well, not getting on with the times. It happens sometimes. Her family will profit from their misfortune, but she's not exactly upset about it because her father has promised her first pick of their library. There she discovers, tucked casually in between the pages of a book about the railway system that has allowed Snezhnaya to prosper, despite the unforgivable weather that besieges their land, a single sheet of paper with a few hand written lines.

It's a poem, but not one she knows.

Vaska is lost, the moment she reads it out loud. There's a strange rhythm to it, something in the way the syllables slide against each other that feels like magic, tingling in the back of her tongue when she speaks it out loud. But it's a fragment, not a whole, and the missing pieces feel like a loose tooth in her mouth.

Her life is forfeit, but she doesn't know it yet.

Instead, she goes looking, the same way she always has. But for the first time, her sources fail her. The poem eludes her. No written records of it, in the rest of the library, her father's library, her own or even her father's friends. Vaska becomes a different person, overnight. A late bloomer, her parents think, as she becomes social and cultivates an ever expanding network.

Not for trade, no. For books. For sources.

Inside her skull, the lines are burned into it, branded in such a way that they cast a shadow over every aspect of her life.

At seventeen, Vaska leaves home without saying goodbye and marches straight into Sumeru, to interview Khajeh, reigning Sage of Haravatat. He doesn't know much about her lost poem, but he recognizes talent when he sees it, so he allows her to stay.

She's twenty when she steps off the train back into the Capital, but she goes to the Adventurer's Guild, rather than her father's Estate. For all she knows, she's been disowned. The letters stopped coming at some point, but since she had neither the time nor the interest in reading them, she doesn't know if it's because they're dead or they've decided she is. Either way works fine for her.

The man who picks up her commission doesn't look particularly impressive, but she's not very good at judging people's fighting prowess the way she can judge a source's worthiness at a glance. He's a tall man, broad shoulders and the kind of self-assured expression on his face that means he doesn't think this job will be too difficult. It doesn't sound like it, on paper, but she doesn't know how to convey the danger of it. Still, he carries a pyro vision with the sort of cocky arrogance that means he thinks that'll be enough to thaw out any obstacle in his way.

"Are you sure you're up for the task, Mr. Hector?" She asks, as they step off the last stop in the civilian line, as close to her goal she can get without involving the Fatui.

She's not stupid, she knows better than to bite that poisoned apple. She's a daughter of the merchant guilds, the Fools are not welcome at her table.

"Ma'am, so long as you pay, I'll follow you to the ends of the world."

He means it, when he says that. But they have the trek to Morepesok for him to rethink his stance. To his credit, he doesn't renege his word or her contract. Not even when they do get to Morepesok. Not even after the bears. Or the elk. Or the Fatui.

He doesn't quit even after she solves the puzzle of the ruins and causes them to blow up to smithereens.

While they were still inside them.

He yells at her, though. He yells and hollers and bickers and talks, and he's so loud he manages to pierce through the veil of obsession and compulsion. Enough sometimes she stays with him in their makeshift camp that he keeps threatening to turn into a cabin if she doesn't finish her business before the end of the season and... well.

"Tomorrow," Vaska says, hand on the swell of her belly, that he noticed before she did, horrified by what it meant. "We'll leave tomorrow."

The way he looks at him, though, he already knows she's lying, even if she hasn't figured it out yet.

The Tsaritsa and Morepesok:

She's too softhearted for this.

She's furious and raging and still, still, she realizes, she's too soft. Too caring.

Too loving.

It seems like a cruel joke, that she would have the clarity to see what needed to be done, and it was her very nature that prevented her from doing so. She couldn't change what she was. No god could. They were bound by their nature, caught in the trappings of their sense of self. And what she was, was too soft. Too kind. Too worried about causing hurt to bring justice to the world.

Justice lay drowned in the depths of the desert, not allowed the dignity of death and instead shackled to mitigate the flaws in the world's design. Always someone other than the architect, bearing the consequences of their poor execution. Their shoddy craftsmanship.

She could fix it. All of it. But only if she wasn't herself.

Only if she could take out the parts of her, that got in the way.

So she did.

And her first impulse, upon tasting freedom from her restraints, was to claw them back. She felt empty. Hollow. Wrong.

She took her heart, her softness, the thing inside her that cared, and took it to a distant, far off corner of her land, somewhere so desolate no one in their right mind would think to look. And she buried it there. All of it. All that she was that she couldn't afford to be. And as a reminder, she wrote down everything it cost her. Everything it cost the world. It was a warning. To herself, primarily, a reminder of why she'd done it, what she risked undoing it.

She never expected someone to be snagged by it, obsessed in the way that prophecy curls around someone's soul like a curse.

The Rooster was in charge of Morepesok, though in the centuries the garrison there had forgotten what they guarded and instead been reduced to a holding pen for those who courted the Rooster's ire. And so it was the Rooster who brought news of the girl that insisted on digging out her secrets with her bare hands. She wouldn't find anything but death in there, so she dismissed it.

And then, years later, a boy born of that obsession knelt at her feet, blue eyes devoid of light, waiting for a name to mark the beginning of his new life.

She reckoned that's what they meant, when they talked about fate.

[daybreakrising]

NEW MUSE ADDITION BC CHARLIE WANTED CHAOS

introducing makari, fatui skirmisher & one of capitano's most trusted alongside his fellow skirmisher, nikandr

born to a union of a natlanese man and a snezhnayan woman, makari was raised solo by his mother after his father perished during an abyss attack when he was barely old enough to remember him. having grown up in snezhnaya, he is of course loyal to the tsaritsa - but his primary loyalty is to the harbinger under whom he has served for nearly two decades: the captain

makari is an experienced soldier - he joined the ranks of the fatui as a teenager, and had earned his electrohammer equipment by the time he hit twenty, thus becoming one of the vanguards.

due to his natlanese heritage, he is particularly sensitive to the struggles of the region. capitano's dedication to aiding natlan is but one of the reasons he has earned such fierce loyalty from makari.

as this is a very specific oc, makari will be request-only

[dairogo]

FIC THINGY WHEE

"for better and for worse" and "shades of summer"

For Better and For Worse

Ed, Winry and their children attend the long-awaited wedding of Roy and Riza. Long awaited, but children are still children. They fiddle, fidget, read their books and draw in their notebooks as they sit in the hard rows of seats and keep an ear on the ceremony. Their boy is just about out of patience halfway through the vows and, not understanding what they were saying, loudly asks, "which one is better and which one is worse?" Winry shushes him, but there's a ripple of awkward laughter from the crowd and Ed plays up to it by pointing out Riza and Roy in turn. He gets some ugly glares from officials in the front rows, but Riza, who had been quite nervous in front of the crowd, laughs - and for that reason only, Roy assures Ed at the reception, he is forgiven ("Now, Mrs Rockbell, if you'll get your worse half out of my way, I have a buffet to see to. Have you tried it, Shrimp?- the shrimp, sorry, slip of the tongue. Pull yourself together, Fullmetal.")

Shades of Summer

Beach episode fic. (triple underlined, circled and letters drawn over fifty times in excitement)

The Musgang head to a little beachside village in Aerugo where military intelligence says officials from Aerugo and Creta are going to meet to discuss the Amestrian Problem. A matter of national security, if there ever was one. The group spend a week enjoying ice creams, hanging out at the beach, and trying to break into the secure hotel rooms booked out by the Aerugan minister and his team. Hijinks ensue with mild plot.

[mondaymelon]

I loved the way you interpreted the idea

But what I had in mind was more of the reader being a tsaritsa from a time of Imperial Russia on Earth and an ambush happens during a negotiation between Russia and another country's allegiance where ✨isekai✨ happens.

Now the Tsaritsa of Russia is met with a platoon of fatui soldiers where she was questioned for disrupting fatui-authorized territory but she was more interested about her troops.

They were in question about her authority for her to have "troops" and then they were by a report that several people were rampaging against groups of fatui, they investigated to see most of the soldiers in the platoon down and the intruders aiming their weapons at them.

The questioned was brought up and asked if those were the troops she was looking for and the moment the attackers saw her they were on one knee and called her "Imperial Majesty Tsaritsa" and asked for her orders.

From that point on she was reported to the Snezhnayan Tsaritsa... I'm dead here

🪷 anon

WAA IM SORRYRYRYRY 🪷 ANONNNN man im dumb

here you go! i think i got it right this time??

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"Where am I? Where is..." you glanced around at the snowy terrain, a familiar sight, yet still otherworldly. "Everyone? Everything?"

There's no answer.

You didn't expect one in the first place, but it's still eerily silent. The only thing that you can hear is the whistling of the wind and the dry rustle of the snowy tree branches.

It all happened so fast... your head hurt trying to remember what had happened. You, the glorified Tsaritsa of imperial Russia was in a meeting with another allied nation and then... everything just went dark, and you awoke in this wasteland, alone, and confused.

You hear a sudden bustle of noise somewhere, a couple hundred feet away, to your left, and you immediately whip around and quietly head toward the commotion, taking care to not be seen by any unwanted pairs of eyes. Peering out from over the overgrown underbrush, you spot a platoon of soldiers gathered about a campfire and discussing matters in hushed tones. You can't recognize the insignias on their uniforms - which is startling. Since you were a child, the symbols and marks of all the nations in the entire world were branded into your mind so that you would never forget. Yet, here you were, staring at the insignia with utter, complete confusion. It resembled your own country's, but only distantly.

You're too far away to clearly hear, but you're able to catch some snippets of conversation. They seem to be talking about a Tsaritsa themself, except you don't recognize any of them, and they certainly don't seem to be talking about you. As you take a step back, trying to find a more suitable hiding spot, the back of your foot hits a pebble and sends it rolling.

You pray that they don't hear it, but it's already too late. They've been trained well, and they immediately whip toward you, seeing you crouched awkwardly. Almost instantaneously they have you surrounded at all sides, pointing a variety of glowing weapons toward you that crackle and spark with elemental energy.

"A... civilian?" A deep voice speaks, coming from the man in front with a large violet hammer that glows ominously. "What are you doing here?"

"Ah... I'm lost. Do you happen to know where this is? And have you seen any of my troops?" You sheepishly stand up, slowly, with your hands raised.

"This is Shneznaya. You don't need to know any more information than that. What are you doing disrupting Fatui-authorized territory? And, troops? What sort of authority do you have??" The questions don't seem to stop as he glares down at you from his impressive height, eyes filled with suspicion.

"Well... I have an army... and like I said... I'm lost..." You didn't exactly know to explain it to them, as they wouldn't even believe the truth if you said it to them.

"That's-"

"Boss! There's trouble!" Everyone pauses and turns around as you spot a huffing man, running your way frantically with large eyes. "The people are rampaging against the forces in the city outskirts! I-" the man pauses for a quick breath, sweat pouring down his face. "I barely managed to escape. We need reinforcements, backup, artillery, anything!"

There's a short moment of silence and shock, before the troops are spurred into action, packing up the tents and grabbing weapons that were previously unsheathed. They bring you along too, partly because they are still doubting your trustworthiness and also because you are quite interested in this yourself.

As the group reached the outskirts, traveling as fast as they possibly could, a chilling sight greeted them. Their comrades' still figures lay on the ground, some piled atop another, with the cloaked perpetrators standing over them menacingly, weapons unsheathed and glittering with blood in the grey-ish sunlight.

The moment you near, they immediately whip around, facing their weapons toward the group, causing them to freeze in their tracks.

"Are... these... by any chance, the troops y-you were looking for?" A cold sweat glistens on his face as the electro hammer vangaurd turns to you slightly, eyes blown.

There's a chance he might be right, so you lean over to take a look, and sure enough, it is them. Your people. Your bodyguards and your own platoon of dedicated soldiers. Immediately, you brighten, before stepping forward, hands clearly raised to see that you mean no ill intent. They train their shots your direction, but as soon as they see your face, they stop.

"Your Imperial Majesty, the Tsaritsa." They bow down low, heads hung as they kneel on one knee, practically kissing the ground. "Blessings to the Empire."

"You may rise."

"We apologize for not recognizing sooner. You may punish us as you see fit. If I may, why is Your Majesty with these people?"

"They are... they are the people who led me here." Turning around to glance back at the stunned Fatui, as they called themselves, you smiled. "Is this enough proof for you?"

"H-How could that be...!"

"Another Tsaritsa??" They start speaking in hushed tones, whispering frantically among themselves.

Your troops surround you, weapons sheathed but hands still gripping them cautiously and ready for any sign of danger. The leader, the one that you have deemed worthy of your trust, turns to you and whispers into your ear, "Do you know how we got here? Were you able to figure anything out?" The rest of the group watches with hopeful eyes, but you can only shake your head.

"I'm afraid we might be stuck here for quite a while."

"E-Excuse me... T-Tsaritsa... If I may, what nation do you rule over?" Another Fatui member, this time a large-bodied gunner dressed in blues and whites, speaks up.

"Russia."

"Where...?"

It's just as I thought. It seems we've been transported to another world entirely.

"You needn't concern yourself with that. Now, I understand you must have orders to abide to?"

He shuffles about nervously, matching the demeanor of the entire platoon standing before you. "Yes... You'll have to come with us. The Tsaritsa - Our Tsaritsa, will want to talk to you."

"Then lead the way. Let's see what sort of predicament I've gotten myself into this time."

masterlist ✩

[abyssmalice]

nice teddy bear, your mom made that for you? -Basil.

"..." Even in her uncaring state at the moment, Tonia has just about enough willingness to look at Basil, blink, then slowly look elsewhere.

"...Intruder." A pause, seemingly as if thinking. Not that she is. Just raises her standard - then bangs it down, like a call for lightning to a lightning rod. Literally. Like literally there is electricity crackling around her— "Die."

[starscr0ss]

i actually have a hard time understanding childe's character and is mostly because of other people's takes + im like so scared of mischaracterizing him

[tragedicna]

@elysiumtouched / forgotten meme?

"Is that an order?"

            ❝  if you wish it to be  ,  ❞  she replies  ,  an order . . . a request . . . a suggestion . . . whatever the other wished for it to be  ,  then so be it  .  whatever gets the task done  ,  snezhana had little qualms of how mai took her words  .  if it'd lessen his burdens by thinking it was an unreasonable request or a stern order from her  ,  then he may think of it that way  .               ❝  if you do not wish to take on this job  ,  that is fine . . . i will find someone else to deal with it  ,  ❞  she says  ,  ready to relieve mai of his burdens and pass the task onto another person if he feels unfit to complete it  .

[howthesleeplesswander]

[ EXTRA ]:    sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.

from khioniya, for childe. during their own- friendly! -fight. & she's handing him her weapon to carry on trying to beat her ass with lmao.

if this doesn't work for childe pls ignore it!

Things done while sparring/fighting | Accepting!

((hooOOHOOOOO you have NO IDEA how feral childe imMEDIATELY was as soon as this popped up in my inbox asdlfkdj HE'S SO EXCITED TO GET HIS ASS KICKED LETS GOOOOOO 👀👀👀😎))

Long had Childe hungered to challenge the Archon who he so loyally served.

It was a secret desire, easily disguised by insatiable bloodlust towards any and all who dared stand as his opposition. More than that: it was his ultimate goal. The marker by which he would measure his greatest success...or his distance from achieving it.

For what greater strength could he possibly achieve than the almighty Tsaritsa herself? If Childe could defeat her, he would finally earn the right to be called the strongest warrior in all of Teyvat.

And yet, he'd never imagined Her Majesty would agree so easily. Treat it so casually. As they sparred the Abyss howled in every fiber of his being: ravenous and angry.

Was a friendly little spar all she thought of his power? As if this were some triviality, as if he didn't even stand a chance—?

He would prove his might. He would prove it if it left him bloodied, broken, reduced to a canvas of wounds and viscera painting stone floors—

A clattering echo rang through the halls of Zapolyarny Palace: the sound of his Vision skidding across the floor, cleaved from his belt with one elegant strike. Childe barely heard it over the roaring in his veins. Separated from their power source, the twin blades he clutched shuddered and dismantled, water sluicing through his fingers into a puddle at his feet. But the Tsaritsa did not persist. She did not take advantage of the opening to end this like he knew she could. Instead, her red-tinged image vibrated at the cadence of his feral heart as she paused to hand over her weapon.

Howling fury amplified tenfold. Notes of it colored the breathless, near maniacal laugh that poured from a grin filled with teeth.

"Why thank you, Your Majesty—but I'm afraid I can't accept you going easy on me." Purple light spilled from inside his coat and illuminated the animosity in dull eyes. Slowly, a wash of black slithered over his clothes, and in a burst of violet, he brandished the blade of a lightning-forged spear at the most powerful being in the world.

"I'll win this battle with my own strength." There was no hesitation. No fear. Only promise as he leapt back into the fight with wild and gleeful abandon.

[baishouqijia]

✧. ┊   @ancientforged sent: "What do you call two Pantalone?"

"Pantogether." The Tsaritsa was very proud of her pun.

𝙤𝙝. 𝙤𝙝 𝙣𝙤. it's difficult to maintain a jovial smile when the joke is that bad. does the regrator feign laughter to remain in her good favour, or does he take the risk and tell her how awful that was? option one only bruises his ego whilst option two puts him in a precarious position of insolence. there has to be a middle ground?!

unable to keep up appearances much longer, his amused façade cracks and he lets out an exasperated sigh, " aha... have you been working on that one a while, your majesty? might i suggest ... some lessons in comedy? "

[swcrdmastery]

“Captainnn!

Entertain me and make it snappy, you’ve been slacking off! Mother said you had to appeal to my every need and let me see.. Ah.. you’re doing HORRIBLE at that!”

- @asklordnoel (haaahii:3..)

The captain gritted his teeth. "Well, how would you like to be entertained, child?" The harbinger was tired from a long battle, and the puppet made from The Tsaritsa's own hands was not one he would like to see.. at the moment, at least.