#Prinzessin der Verurteilung Sovereign of Immernachtreich

[dkniade]

Behold! The young one with a multitude of holy names, each plucked from the stream of fate within ancient grimoires from worlds beyond!

[chichirid]

fischl identity pack

(names, pronouns, titles)

names: ali, amethyst, annabelle, ashlee, astrid, aurelia, avril, bellatrix, blaine, chelsea, cora, cressida, demetria, ebony, elisabeta, elysia, erin, faelina, felicia, feronia, harlow, heidi, helena, ivy, jade, katherin, lea, lucinda, luna, mavis, mila, noel, octavia, onyx, pandora, quinn, ramona, ravenna, rosalind, ruby, sabrina, sylvana, velora, vespera, violet, yvaine, zephyra

pre / suffix: de ville, noir, die unsterbliche, sangre, the nightwalker, schwarz, dracul, de wit, nott, ashenfell, von ravenwood, muerte, die sangriento, moretti, von karstien, rosselin, baroness, de angelis, vexlar, nocturne, la mort, le cœur (“Cœur” meaning heart), mortelombre, ambrosiea, van essen, der weise, blacknight

pronouns: crow/crows, rav/raven, hex/hexes, divine/divines, dark/darks, mystic/mystics, goth/goths, magi/magics, electric/electro, glo/glow, noir/noirs, night/nights

titles: the conjurer of spectres, the prinzessin der verurteilung, the summoner of mirages, the shadow actress, the midnight mistress, the gifted chuunibyo, the unsettling sovereign of immernachtreich, the mystique phantasm, *prn* whose illusions are hauntingly real, *prn* with a macabre taste of magic, *prn* mesmerising flashes of amethyst at midnight, *prn* who is adorned in black, *prn* who is trailed by prophecies, *prn* who is veiled by the everlasting darkness

[torgawl]

instead of just cross eyes and star eyes distinguishing dynasties in khaenri'ah, why do some khaenri'ahns cover one eye specifically? there’s many things that seem interconnected regarding the lore:

crimson moon turning around to look like an eye; irmin the one-eyed king; the unknown god’s cubes containing eyes in their design (same ones present in the cataclysm as well as the crimson moon), her glitching looking like arlecchino’s, and the four pointed star pattern that appeared when she showed up to the twins; forbidden knowledge and nibelung’s influence; fischl's auge der verurteilung aka eye of condemnation (crimson eye) and her skin's description "o holiest of sovereigns, high princess of immernachtreich (kingdom of evernight)!".

kaeya's note about the alberich saying "i saved this one memento from the fire 'father' made while he wasn’t paying attention. this was in violation of our principles. our clan's affairs should never be recorded" and "though we could not restore khaenri'ah to life, we of the alberich clan should lead lives as those who blaze like fire, rather than those who wallow in the embers [small piece of burning or glowing coal or wood in a dying fire]", father being in quotation marks and references to fire and ashes; the orphanage in khaenri'ah that wanted to house children from destroyed worlds and non-threats that leaked into the kingdom, in hopes of finding beings from beyond the sky who could transcend the gods; perinheri's first memory being transversing something like a chimney, filled with ash and being asked if he wasn't dead just for him to see the eye (crimson moon) and being told he was reborn; dust and the blood of of dragons (or dragon-like beings like durin and elynas) being connected to rhinedottir and the art of khemia; fire as rebirth and life but also, the balemoon blood specifically being connected to loss of memories and loss of memory being equivalent to death (not physical);  despite the orphanage never being able to find that transcendal person, it had many unusual individuals who became knights of the kingdom.

irmin as the first divine halberd (that once pierced the axis mundi [cosmic/world axis, world pillar, center of the world, world tree, etc.] and connected the nine worlds), the prinzessin der verurteilungas (fischl) as the last one; fischl and kaeya comparing themselves to one another and their parallels to irmin and odin; der ring des nibelungen, in which the dwarf (or nibelung) alberich creates a ring capable of controlling the world, using gold he stole from the rhinemaidens (or rheintöchter "rhine-daughters"). the conflict that arises over the ownership of this ring eventually leads to the destruction of the gods and their home, valhalla.

irminsul (irmin + sul) meaning great pillar and being a reference to the yggdrasil, the tree that supports the universe; the description of the item silver twig – collected in the center of the world - talking about a sage that hanged himself upside down in the irminsul tree to gain knowledge of the runes and the cosmos, then going into a secret kingdom down its roots [also a reference to hanged man in tarot that symbolizes wisdom, divination, sacrifice, prophecy, etc.]; odin who hung himself upside down from the sacred world tree, yggdrasil, for nine days and nights sacrificing his eye and throwing himself on his spear (gungir) as a ritual sacrifice in order to obtain secret wisdom; memories, fire and crimson moon hand in hand with the irminsul, king irmin and the concept of fate; the fake sky, the stars and being able to see fate but also fate being a means of the heavenly principles to control the world (neuvillette calling it puppet strings); khaenri'ah, a supposed godless nation but the crimson moon dynasty revering the moon (and hilichurls worshiping istaroth); the crimson moon having an eye on humanity and always being present associated with punishment and destruction (fall of gurabad, remuria and the catclysm).

crimson moon's semblance (arlecchino’s weapon) implying the crimson moon sought vengeance (“few survived the utter destruction of their kind, hiding in the shadows where the sun did not shine, longing for the crimson moon to decree their desire for vengeance be repaid”); the design of the weapon and arlecchino’s boss attacks resembling the double helix present in deathly statuette material dropped by abyss heralds, abyss lectors and shadowy husks, which has a single red eye. it apparently whispers "see, my child. all that lies under the throne of heaven shall be destroyed by upheaval. the eternal peace of the pitch-dark void shall embrace us all.” as you gaze at it.

the abyss order being founded by chlothar alberich and pierro being the first harbinger; the "sinner" – the crystal in chains from the chasm, protected by an abyss herald - not being a god but still worshipped by the abyss order. the voice stating to chlothar and the traveler’s twin that he "[knows their] fate well" and urged them to become a "transcendent one" saying he would "shed a tear at the end of time... as i gaze back upon your life". he also imbued chlothar with the power of the abyss, which alleviated his worsening conditions. the “sinner” refered to chlothar as “dear creature”; dainsleif, pierro and kaeya being examples of khaenriahns who hide their right eye; dainsleif being called “bough keeper”, bough is a branch of a tree, but also his constellation being a snake ring like ouroboros – representing the eternal renewal cycle of life, death and rebirth; the loom of fate being an operation of the abyss order first encountered during "a herald without adherents" quest.

“the threads of your fate lie in my hands” a quote by fischl connecting to the weaves of fate; fischl stating that if she does not obtain the divine halberd “...this world and everything in it is going to burn in hellfire” (legend of the shattered halberd vol. ii). some other excerpts of the book also include: “but unbeknownst to him, this was the greatest cursed sword of all, that had once burned the entire world to cinders: laevatain [in norse mythology, a weapon crafted by loki and the only capable of defeating the cockerel viðofnir, inhabiting the top of yggdrasil], the sword had extinguished after the world was burned, but... it burned bright once more. ‘the whole world... destroyed again...’ weiyang [fischl] fell unconscious as she spoke” (vol. iv), and, "the world is beyond repair. it shall be born anew from the ashes of the last” (vol. vi); dainsleif saying “none will escape the flames. see for yourself” but also neuvillette’s character story including “the puppet strings glossed as "divine rules" would one day be burned away by the fires of judgment” when talking about constellations; burning away the old world, project stuzha by the fatui and the image of dottore burning the irminsul; nahida saying fontaine's prophecy was engraved in the irminsul, implying the tree also contains the history of the future; sibylla, a prophetess who guarded the irminsul in an ancient city located in what later became the high seas (referred to as abyssal depths). she sacrificed her life for the sake of creating phobos, remus' grand symphony, but her lack of a will ultimately caused the project to fail, as her vague desire to "grant happiness to all in the world who are called humans" caused phobos to attempt to satisfy everyone's desires — including destructive and selfish ones — and set remuria towards the course of its self-destruction (possibly tying concepts of will and fate together); thinking of dottore's plan, it would make sense to burn the tree that holds memories with a fire able to erase them (arlecchino's balemoon powers) so that the world can be born anew breaking away from the shackles of fate.

there’s also the improvisation kaeya does during the play in his hangouts. "do you believe in fate? if fate decreed your life was to end in tragedy, what would you do?". he then throws a prop and we interact, choosing if we would face our fate bravely or challenge it and rise above it. kaeya then goes on saying "then so must it be! yes, so must it be! i shall discard this intaglio and rid myself of the shackles of fate", "fate means to send the machinations of war to every corner of the land to fan the flames of conflict till they ungulf the entire world… fate would see my sword tainted with the blood of innocents, that the bright banner of my homeland might fly in every nation known to mankind. but i shall not bow to the will of fate i am no pawn in heaven’s plan. i, qubad, will spend the rest of my days in a foreign land, 'till i breathe my last in a place far from home" and finishes the play with "but i must walk this path, or freedom dies by my hand. goodbye, my tribe and kin. farewell, sweet land of my birth". the prop we get from kaeya, the intaglio, symbolizes the noble origins of prince qubad in the play and the blood-red jewel (blood, red... funny, uh?) is said to be a crystallization of the question kaeya asked us about destiny. furthermore, an intaglio can be a type of engraved gem or metal signet ring.

[peachyruss]

this is an old throw up of words since i cannot for the love of god write fischl but,, headcanon where bennett is one of the few people who actually understands fischl :) (this can be read as either romantic or platonic!)

“Fischl!” Bennett waved to the girl, who immediately turned around to greet the other.

Bennett ran up to Fischl but ended up falling flat on his face, a loud ‘splat’ emphasising the impact. Fischl could only stand in shock before helping the other up, sighing in relief.

“Ah, if it isn’t my ill-starred companion,” Fischl answered, “thou must be vigilant, I have the burden of my Auge der Verurteilung to see that the world has forsaken you, and will continue to do so.”

Bennett pouted. “I know, I know… I was just so excited to see you that I couldn’t help it!”

Bennett replicated an excited puppy and Fischl couldn’t help but soften her gaze at the unfortunate boy. Bennett, surprisingly, was one of the very few people who understood Fischl when she spoke. He also let her express herself whenever she wanted, and gave her the same energy in return. Bennett treated her like normal and Fischl appreciated that.

“When I bring the lightning of retribution upon this world, you shall come to no harm,” Fischl reassured, “for thou art blessed by the Prinzessin.”

“She means that—“

“Silence, Oz.”

“It’s okay, Oz. I understand! But, really?” Bennett was excited. “What if my bad luck gets to you, though?”

“Remember thou this, that I, Fischl, am the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, Sovereign of Immernachtreich.” Fischl wiped some dust off of Bennett’s clothes. “With my left eye, the Auge der Verurteilung, which sees the threads of fate, I will surely keep you from harm.”

Bennett smiled brightly. “This is why you’re my bestest friend ever, Fischl! Thank you, you’re the coolest princess ever!”

Fischl blushed and swatted Bennett away, obviously very flustered.

And when the boy wasn’t looking, she mumbled a quiet, “No, thank *you*.“

[demilypyro]

This would be perfect from her quotes wiki:

Me? Hehehe. Remember thou this, that I, Fischl, am the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, Sovereign of Immernachtreich, omniscient and eminent judge of all the world's iniquity!

I don't speak german

[meiko3323]

14. Fischl

I, Fischl, am the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, Sovereign of Immernachtreich, omniscient and eminent judge of all the world's iniquity! 👑🐦‍⬛

[beeblets]

prinzessin der verurteilung, sovereign of immernachtreich, omniscient and eminent judge of all the world's iniquity!....... is only a head!

[multiverseofmisfits]

"Hah?! An Imposter?! In Teyvat? Ah, a veil hast been hoisted over thine eyes!" Fischl dramatically... (as her entire existence can be so accurately described) raises a hand over her eye and crouches. "AHH!!! Just... just as the visions foretold! A prophecy of destructive proportions!" Slowly, she stands up, places her right hand on her hip and extends her left finger right at her doppelganger! "Entertain me! Art thou a fog of likelife attributions, or art thou... the Prinzessin! I command thee, conclude my words!" She coughs into her hand and makes another dramatic pose. "Ahem!"

"Rejoice! Else, tremble in fear! Whenceforth springs this call to mirth and misery, you ask? Let it be known that I, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, sovereign of the Immernachtreich—" she trails off in hopes of the other Fischl finish... lest she resign to the interminable chains of EMBARRASSMENT... (🐟 to 🐟)

How dare this impersonator accuse her of being an impostor? Not only was this her first impression, but it also reminded her of the events in the islands not too long ago. Perhaps the only difference was that the other wears the exact clothes she's wearing right now.

This time, she ain't letting herself be overwhelmed by what she believed to be an imitation. And by that, she continued the other's statement by...

"... Have peered forth with mine leftmost eye into the tapestry of fate that doth make up the universe, and beheld its every warp, weft and dangling orphaned thread!"

Her words were dignified, albeit in her attempt to prove her authority while making her usual pose. Her uncovered eye had a green glint for a moment.

"To condemn the guilty, to sanctify the just, and to draw all castaway dreams--" Oh, is she now daring the other to continue her statement?

[chuunibyou-showdown]

CHUUNIBYOU SHOWDOWN: R2 LOSER'S BRACKET ROUND 1

[multiverseofmisfits-backup]

😈 Fischl

Send “😈“  to meet a corrupted version of my muse.

“Hark, mere mortals of this forsaken world. My Auge der Verurteilung had witnessed all sinners had taken over. Henceforth, I call ‘tis Thundering Retribution to cast thy judgment and purge them all into nothingness. All shall be executed in the name of Prinzessin der Verurteilung, Sovereign of the Immernachtreich!”

“But mein Fräulein! Isn’t it rather hasty to unleash an abrupt punishment?”

“Are you questioning the absolute law of the Prinzessin? You are my loyal servant so I expect to hear no further squabble as this.”

[dkniade]

To condemn the guilty, to sanctify the just, and to draw all castaway dreams into the embrace of the infinite Immernachtreich. This is the birthright of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, and her burden. None may gainsay it.

—More About Fischl: I

This is so soft, oh my god…. Thank you so much for writing this! <3 I didn’t think I’d get to read such a sweet and mundane story with Fischl involved considering her usual theatrics. This is lovely; I don’t know what to say. There is a certain beauty in the mundane quietness of these scenes; it’s really peaceful. ^^

And the reader-insert themselves, the dancing and a stage, aahhh….. Lovely theatrical motif. It’s sweet to see Oz’s calming perspective here too. In fact it feels like it’s narrated through Oz’s calm and observant eyes (which feels fitting considering how Fischl could see through Oz).

She is probably one of the few adventurers who can understand his [lady]’s unique speaking patterns, leaving him a spectator. A role he doesn't mind and often finds respite in.

With that also comes a certain detachment, like Oz is the spectator/audience and Fischl and the reader-insert are actors/performers. I also love how we learn about the incident only after spending some time getting to know the two. ^^

In fact, she never believed she could after that incident where she criticised your dance. She really just meant you had to improve in order to be at the stage!

"I never said I wanted to be on the stage," you said then, a forlorn look on your face. "It was meant only for you."

A stage, oh my heart. The moment I saw “stage” it was like—“Oh. Oh, we’re going there, huh.” Does Fischl think the reader-insert has what it takes to dance upon a theatric stage? And the reader-insert’s response is so cute yet bittersweet AHH— That’s the reader’s first line in the story?? FISCHL…

She is flushed, nervous, but you laugh and smile even brighter. There is desperation in the way you gingerly grab her hands, which she welcomes.

Oh man, what a contrast between what the reader-insert says and does.

Oz doesn't understand you. He understands why his [lady] made such comments. Your dancing skills aren't anything impressive. Clumsy even. But whenever he stopped to watch your performance, the Prinzessin observing through his [view in] such a state [that] their feelings blended […] he felt affection—a warm thing in his feathery chest.

The imperfect mundanity of a private performance— CRIES. This is… To think that young Sovereign of the Night is interested in such a performance, it’s so sweet, oh my god… It’s interesting how it feels like Oz watching Fischl who’s “onstage”—watching the reader insert who’s dancing “onstage”… on the stage.

In seconds, [you skip] through the flight of stairs and [land] in front of the Prinzessin.

"Fischl, milady!" You greet, bowing. "The wishing fountain really does work!"

The confidence and grace to outright bow and address her as “milady” to her face…! (Feels like Lyney haha.)

Not long after, you're on your stage far away from civilisation. In the stretch of grass, it is just you, your [lady], and Oz.

Everytime this story mentions the reader-insert’s “stage”, it’s like… a heaviness and also an overwhelming warmth in my heart. It’s such a small and lovely and mundane stage with Fischl; I’m gonna cry.

"Would the Prinzessin indulge […] me, letting me entertain her for this fleeting moment?"

Third person address, oho. Not only is it a private stage, it’s also a fleeting one…?? Ah—I—…

It was beautiful in an imperfect way. It was admirable how you didn't care for those who looked at you with weird stares, how you were so assured with your choice to dance despite what others said. It was a confidence she craved, something she told herself she had but on such nights she wondered if she did.

How ironic; this is how I feel towards Fischl and her confidence too.

Through her eyes, Oz notices the subtle beauty in your authenticity. And as the sun sets a beautiful orange backdrop as your stage, there is only Oz, Fischl, and your confessional moves.

Oh nice, this mirrors Fischl watching the reader-insert through Oz earlier. The orange sunset backdrop for a stage… Confessional—! I— Ah…

(At the time of writing) I didn’t think my personal stage could be a gentle one worthy of such a loving audience, so really, thank you so much for this lovely story and its theatrical motifs. ^^ I’m tearing up… I’ve cried at least thrice now reading this story and writing this down initially.😭💕 To be upon a stage with none other than the Sovereign of the Immernatchtreich as audience… All this time I’ve been looking for a way back to the mundane world downstage, so to think that I would, in a way, arrive here through the fantasy of Fischl and Oz again—on this story’s stage… Slo, thank you so much… <3

Thinking about it a day later, I suddenly remembered the meaning of the “finale” I’ve been looking for upon that “stage” of mine.

balter : to dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment ft. fischl

pair: fischl x reader info: general audiences, canon universe, not proofread word count: 1.3k links: prompt list (req closed) note: requested by @dkniade (thank you!) i hope i did one of your favourite character justice!

As the respected familiar of Prinzessin der Verurteilung, Oz, the Raven Knight, has little say in matters related to where he goes for investigations. It is not him to question the superior instructions of the one he serves either, so he normally ignores any patterns that might pique his interest… But it is challenging to put aside a fourth occurrence in a week. At his altitude, as he soars across a flat mountain top west of Mondstadt, your Adventurers' Guild attire paints you as a geeen speck accented with red. If he wasn't experienced, he would have mistaken you as a violently shaken valberry bush.

You are flinging your arms, twisting your hips, tapping your feet to an obscure rhythm, displaying a raw and energetic performance he wouldn't pay tickets to see.

However, it isn't only him who sees you. Oz is not an ordinary familiar. He acts as the Prinzessin's eyes, and she can't take them off your baltering figure.

He may find no joy in seeing you dance, but the Prinzessin's feelings influence his wings to descend. He rests on a nearby rock behind low bushes, a good distance to notice the details of your expression given his sharp eyesight yet not disturb your performance. He watches intently for the Prinzessin's sake, and when you wrap up your session, Oz flies to Stormterror's Lair to start the Prinzessin's commission.

"Congratulations, Fischl, for another report full of praise from your previous commissioner. He said the information you've collected was perfect." Katherine, the representative of the Adventurers' Guild, places a pouch of mora on the table for the taking. Oz's milady strikes a pose she practices behind the mirror every morning, her victory laugh a show of her strong diaphragm.

She accepts Katherine's praise in that creative way of her's, talking about how a royal such as her will always deliver, the years of traveling worlds is another reason for her quality of work.

Katherine claps with a friendly stiff smile pasted across her face. She is probably one of the few adventurers who can understand his milady's unique speaking patterns, leaving him a spectator. A role he doesn't mind and often finds respite in. It is in these moments of tranquility that Oz likes to take a look around them, observing the citizens strolling by, noticing the clouds ahead, and listening to the gentle breeze. He spots you near the plaza's fountain. You are at the ledge, tossing golden mora into the waters.

After their polite conversation, Fischl does a few more poses to celebrate her successful commission and snags the bag of mora with eager eyes.

As her mouth drools, Oz's milady goes to great lengths to ask if he wants a bite at Good Hunter, to which he accepts. It has been a while since they could rest on evenings since that is the time you dance. But today, you weren't there.

They are about to enjoy their snack when Fischl stops short at the stairs leading to the eatery. Her eyes land on you just as you get off the ledge.

You wave, a wide grin on your face. The Prinzessin turns to Oz with panic in her eyes. She may have practiced her greetings but she was not prepared to face you. In fact, she never believed she could after that incident where she criticised your dance. She really just meant you had to improve in order to be at the stage!

"I never said I wanted to be on the stage," you said then, a forlorn look on your face. "It was meant only for you."

Since then, you never brought up dancing. You weren't in your usual spots either. Fischl would accept extra investigation commissions as an excuse for Oz to take the skies and search Mondstadt for you.

The relief she felt when she saw you dancing freely with tall blades of grass…

Oz doesn't understand you. He understands why his milady made such comments. Your dancing skills aren't anything impressive. Clumsy even. But whenever he stopped to watch your performance, the Prinzessin observing through his view, in such a state their feelings blended and he felt affection—a warm thing in his feathery chest.

His milady emits a nervous laugh, eyes darting left and right for an escape route but it's too late. Ecstasy fuels your legs and you're faster than Oz remembers. Must be all that dancing. In seconds, you've skipped through the flight of stairs and land in front of the Prinzessin.

"Fischl, milady!" You greet, bowing. "The wishing fountain really does work!"

The Prinzessin's mouth hangs open, but she is quick to recover with a comment on how royals like her don't neglect the wishes of their people. She is flushed, nervous, but you laugh and smile even brighter. There is desperation in the way you gingerly grab her hands, which she welcomes. As you invite yourself to interlock with her fingers, she doesn't withdraw. In fact, her face reddens.

"I've been looking for you, but Katherine said you've become exceptionally busy."

She then goes on a spiel about the expected bustling life of someone as herself: traveling, adventuring, and discovering. Due to her lifestyle, she is hard to catch, so you should be grateful that you have been graced with her presence aligning with your need to see her.

"She means, 'Why are you looking for me?'" Oz says.

"It's not something really important…" your enthusiasm falters, eyes deflating to fall to the floor. "But I hope you can see it still. It wasn't right of me to just walk out that day, but… come, I'll show you."

The Prinzessin looks at Oz for help, but Oz knows better than to speak. Plus, since her fingers are interlocked with yours, when you pull her towards the gates of Mondstadt, she—who doesn't want to let go—has no choice but to follow.

Oz flaps his wings, following in tow. Past the bridge, milady catches up with you and an easy conversation flows. She asks how you've been in her own unique way, adding hints for you to ask how she's been which you take. It's about the halfway mark that Oz knows where you're taking the Prinzessin, the route all too familiar.

Not long after, you're on your stage far away from civilisation. In the stretch of grass, it is just you, your milady, and Oz.

"I did my best to improve," you shyly start. You point at a rock that Oz lands on to watch your covertly. You've removed the bushes so there will be no discomfort. "You were embarrassed with other people watching as well, so I thought this would be the best place."

Milady loses a bit of her personally pointing out your efforts to improve. You nod and take a few steps back.

"Would the Prinzessin indulge with me, letting me entertain her for this fleeting moment?"

A small smile graces the Prinzessin's lips. She had shared with Oz one sleepless night that she didn't hate your dancing. It was beautiful in an imperfect way. It was admirable how you didn't care for those who looked at you with weird stares, how you were so assured with your choice to dance despite what others said. It was a confidence she craved, something she told herself she had but on such nights she wondered if she did.

That day, when you told her you only danced for her, it struck her how you were the way you were towards dance because nobody else mattered to you.

She shouldn't have been embarrassed, but she was. And her embarrassment cut deeper than she expected.

She had so many people to prove while you only wanted her approval. Perhaps… she only had a small few to prove too.

Milady then watches as you fling your arms in the air. There is no music, no rhythm, and nothing's really changed from the way you danced in that messy style of yours, but for once it isn't the Prinzessin seeing through Oz's eyes.

Through her eyes, Oz notices the subtle beauty in your authenticity. And as the sun sets a beautiful orange backdrop as your stage, there is only Oz, Fischl, and your confessional moves.

author's note: as you can tell i kind of gave up with fischl's way of speaking lol. i'll tackle that bump when i get to it... another day... for now, since this is a writing prompt i won't tear my hair off for it, haha...

[dkniade]

Fischl, Venti, and Oz talk about names, identity, and elements.

Note that it’s quite wordy due to Fischl’s speech pattern and Venti playing along. Oz simplifies the conversation into prose at the end.

I haven’t written Fischl in a long time. Last time was years ago, where I wrote a short conversation between Fischl and Venti on speech patterns. But Fischl’s blurring of reality and imagination/fantasy is fascinating.

Fischl: Ah, Master Venti! Windborne Bard and writer of countless ballads ancient, are thou in need of mine assistant?

Oz: Mein Fräulein means—

Venti: Not quite assistance, but I’m just curious, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, Sovereign of Immernachtreich, Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort—

Fischl: Y-Yes?

Venti: Whence found thee the jewel of inspiration for thy holy title of darkness, O Prinzessin?

Fischl: Inspiration? I— Ahem…

Oz: Mein Fräulein—?

Fischl: I… Worry not, Oz. I shall thy curiosity satisfy, so… dedicated art thou.

Venti: Well then, thy tale this bard eagerly awaits.

Fischl: I am simply Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, the Sovereign of Immernachtreich, the Princess of Condemnation hailing from the Land of Night Eternal! Destiny bids it so that I must within this world’s reality reside, separated from my homeland until time comes that I shall return whence I came. And, ahem… One must thank thee for lending one thine ears.

Venti: Of course, mein Fräulein~

Oz: You are truly impressive, Master Venti.

Venti: Hearing others’ stories… Such is the duty of a bard, Oz.

Fischl: But now that thou hast inquired the origin of my name! Pray tell… Divulge the origins of thine.

Venti: Hehe… ‘Tis of course after the winds.

Fischl: O-Oh? After Lord Barbatos himself, perhaps?

Venti: Mm… Lord Barbatos bears many names. I simply take inspiration from his… element of dominion, ehe~

Fischl: Wonderful! As do I for my Edelstein der Dunkelheit!

Venti: I see… Tell me, dear Fischl, why do you find comfort in the space between fiction and reality?

Oz: Master Venti…

Venti: Is this world not fantastical enough for the Prinzessin? Or is there a certain tale you’re not willing to divulge?

Fischl: …

Venti: Has little me finally halted the silver tongue?

Oz: …

Venti: I weave together tales as well, as you know.

Fischl: T-Then… Let us from within our hearts bear the unheard origins of our own tales.

Venti: Ehe, alright then!

OZ

I shall translate for you the conversation between Mein Fräulein and Master Venti. Mein Fräulein and Master Venti meet, and Master Venti calls her by her full title, asking her for the origin of her name, to which she is… quite surprised. But Mein Fräulein assures me she has no problem answering Master Venti’s question. She then divulges her heritage as the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, the Sovereign of Immernachtreich, and thanks him for listening to her. Master Venti responds and I… compliment him. Then Mein Fräulein asks for the origin of Master Venti’s own name, to which he responds it’s the wind… Mein Fräulein asks out-of-character if he named himself after Lord Barbatos, and Master Venti insists that he simply takes inspiration from the Anemo element since Lord Barbatos has many names. Mein Fräulein replies that she also named her Vision after its element. Then, Master Venti, as you know, asks Mein Fräulein why she… finds “comfort in the space between fiction and reality”, and then asks if Teyvat is… not magical enough, if she… if she holds some secrets, and if he’s got her tongue-tied… And lastly… Master Venti states that he also tells stories. Mein Fräulein insists that they both keep their secrets, to which Master Venti agrees.

[thejazzvoid]

The main difference between Xingqiu and Fischl besides all the other ones is that Xingqiu corrects people’s grammar in casual conversation unprompted.

[starseekersara]

I finally tried easypose c:

[sercphs]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She is going to die of cringe.

⠀⠀⠀⠀How can he be so far from his other selves - so far from the absolute nightmare of a person he is in other worlds. How can this be actually worse to try and talk to. This is so much worse, actually, she can't even justify killing him.

"R-right... Basil..."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Her voice is little more than a whisper... Much to her own regret, she shakes his hand. Aeons she feels like she's going to disintegrate if he keeps talking. Well, time to put on the full show at least. If it keeps him pacified, that's the best she can hope for.

"Ahem..."

⠀⠀⠀⠀She clears her throat, and places her hand dramatically over her chest, smirk setting in on her face. Time to do what she did best.

"Hark, commoner, for you bask within the presence of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, Sovereign of Immernachtreich - mine kingdom stands eternal and unwavering before all animosity within this world!"

"WHAT? W H A T??? DUDE?!" YOU'RE KIDDING HIM- WHAT'S WITH THAT NAME! HER PARENTS WON THE LOTTERY IN CHOOSING HER NAME DUDE, WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK!

"Are you, like, from ancient royalty or something too???" It's overly-long, overly-awkward to pronounce (is it from a family that predates New Eridu even?) There are absolute STARS in his eyes when looking at her, he is so FASCINATED. You're fascinating, miss Narfidort!

"My name is Basil! Yeah! Basileus Rachtschild!" Extends his hand! Hopefully she shakes it in return!

"Nice to meet'cha, miss Fischl!"

[boundxfate]

wxrldlyreflectixns said:   ‘ mistletoe ’  (From Mona @ Fischl at a party where Weiss also is cuz I'm evil)

Would it be IMMORAL of the Prinzessin to assume that there had to be a REASON why tonight had shaped up this way? Mayhaps her Revealer of Stars, Mona Megistus had glimpsed the future; Scried HAPPENSTANCE that may just have worked in thy Astrologer of Greatness’s ultimate favor? Or could it be that thy Sovereign of Immernachtreich was looking TOO DEEPLY into an alcove of endless possibilities that may or may not have ever existed in thy first place? A feeble exercise, in truth, as Oz had so counselled a great MANY a time in recent months. All that would ever truly count would be the events that eventually, actually TOOK PLACE in this here point in the Space-Time Continuum. And right this instant, Fischl had indeed forgotten ALL about the presence of her PERSISTENT LOVE RIVAL; Thy Heiress of Frost & Dust, Weiss Schnee. Instead, every last aspect of Fischl’s attention had been drawn INEXORABLY to Mein Fraulien’s CYNOSURE. In terminology more befitting her retinue: OBSESSION. And that obsession was MONA MEGISTUS. The very deity which destiny had deigned Fischl share this moment with beneath the mistletoe. “Not to place you under any duress, O’ Stargazer, but I do feel the need to bequeath onto thee AWARENESS of one’s present situation.” Verdant eyes flickered up as one hand reached out to find placement upon Mona’s hip, where Fischl’s ungloved finger traced DELICATE SNOWFLAKES through the material of Mona’s dress. Not even a thought as to WHERE EXACTLY Mona had gotten such a dress from could intrude upon this moment. “Doth this not beseech thee, per tradition to...” Fischl trailed off. But why? Was she hoping for MONA to fill in the blanks? Or had Amy momentarily LAPSED in confidence and facade?

As for that aforementioned love rival, Weiss Schnee. She... Was not having such a JOLLY time right now... Yes, Mona had SHOWN UP to the Adventurer’s Guild Holiday Soiree that Bennett had arranged, but... The question still remained: WHY? Considering Mona could presently be seen MINGLING OVER WINE with one ‘Prinzessin’ -- QUOTE. UNQUOTE. Amy was not half the human she made herself out to be. But what was Weiss to do? Bite her tongue? Cause a scene? EMBARRASS & EXPOSE HERSELF in front of every peer? Stop it? Let it happen? Nevermind. Weiss had her answer. The second Fischl’s stupid heel DIPPED BENEATH THE MISTLETOE. Mind ran wrought with all the worst kind of ideas; None of which the heiress had a CHANCE to anxiously obsess over. Fischl was already honing in like the SECRET HARLOT she was. Weiss snarled, lips peeling back and azure eyes hardening to SHIELD OF ICE. Wasting no time at all, Weiss stomped her way over to the stage. To arrive now would be as TACTLESS as it would be TRANSPARENT. No. Instead, she had to make her presence known in OTHER WAYS. Thankfully, Mona may very well have been the smartest woman she’d ever met... Sure, the Astrologist may get PISSED at the Snezhnayan, but at least -- HOPEFULLY -- She wouldn’t be kissing that BLONDE BIMBO. And so she grabbed at the mic, cleared her throat, so as to gather up the attention of everyone in the room. AHEM. Eyes scanned frantically: Needing to make DAMN SURE she caught the attention of her friend. “As many of you know, my name is Weiss Schnee, and I am the Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company.” She so began, but nerves were FIRING LIKE VOLCANOES. Had she stuttered any words? “But what some of you may not know is that, in Shneznaya, I am also a renowned singer.” She so continued. “As it is, Christmas, I thought I might perform few CHRISTMAS CAROLS for you all... So, if our amazing band would be so accommodating...” And with that they counted in her first song: Jingle Bell Rock.

                                                                                     “1... 2...                                                                                                 ...1. 2. 3. 4.”