#abyssl

[sungracd]

From the earth, a vine shoots up and winds its way around the other's ankle with the intent to suspend him mid-air. Adrian emerges from the shadows, not unlike how this stranger has been traveling since his arrival. He reeks of something dark, destructive, and with the trail he's left behind it's safe to say he's a threat. Regardless, Adrian crosses their arms as if scolding an unruly child. "I don't know who you are or what you're planning but I suggest you do it elsewhere." @abyssl

[daybreakrising]

vautrin starter call | @abyssl

He catches it in the corner of his eye - first, the movement, then: the shimmer.

The surprise of it catches him off guard. He forgets to be cautious, to be wary of this stranger who has approached so silently. He can focus on nothing but the soft sheen upon the man's skin, the glittering particles that dance back and forth. It's painfully familiar - were he to look down at his own hands, remove the gloves he now wears day and night, he would see it upon his own skin. There is no mistaking what it is.

The Primordial Sea.

Now the curiosity takes over - who is this man? How was it that he came to be touched by the Sea? He does not look Fontanian, but who is he to tell? He hasn't lived here for four hundred years.

"Can I help you?" He remembers then, to be cautious. His hand shifts, angles towards the sword he carries at his hip. There are traces of elemental energy about this person: a Vision user, he assumes, based on his experiences.

As he studies him, he recalls the story told to him of recent events, and he slowly pieces it together. What was the name of that prisoner, the Fatui? The one who escaped, who fought the beast-

[diiluvies]

@abyssl: ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜

a brief fleeting thought pierced the iudex's mind to just let out a laugh - akin to his far younger, more chaotic self. holding it back, he simply coughed into his gloved hand to surpass the urge to let out a laugh or wheeze. instead of laughing, vishap eyes narrow at the harbinger as he gripped his cane. humanity was always capable of arrogance, but the aura the eleventh had was one that almost drowned out the other qualities he had.

"is that so? tell me, mister tartaglia, your little outburst in my courtroom, do you know the full extent of how it came that way? i assure you, while you wish to fight me in every turn you can, i am simply the voice of the truth." it sounded hypocritical when he was the one to deliver the verdict, yet when the oratrice was the final voice, he knew he had to obey it. now, it was his verdict, and he had to try and fix the wrongs of the past.

"you were wronged by an archon, they sentenced you to spite those who look down upon you. whilst i do not fully agree with it, even now, i can see why you deserve some imprisonment for your less than favourable diplomatic skills as a snezhnayan representative in my land."

[wcrden]

@abyssl liked for a starter ( open ) !

while  a  challenge  in  the  ring  was  a  welcome  change  to  his  routine  pace,  boxing  itself  was  something  that  he  could  not  rightly  dub  a  mere  hobby.  from  the  moment  he  had  first  spilled  blood  to  every  incident  within  the  fortress  that  had  required  a  firm  hand  to  intervene,  his  fists  had  been  tools  of  violent  suppression,  nothing  he  would  want  to  rely  on  for  harmless  relaxation.  after  all,  hobbies  were  meant  to  take  one's  mind  off  the  things  that  weighed  heaviest  on  one's  shoulders,  and  the  weight  of  his  gauntlets  had  long  since  become  one  half  belonging  to  necessity,  and  half  to  sin.  that,  of  course,  would  never  fully  deter  others  from  seeking  to  try  and  measure  themselves  against  him.

❛  flattering  as  it  may  be  that  one  of  the  fatui  harbingers  wants  to  go  toe  to  toe  with  me,  i'm  afraid  i'll  have  to  politely  decline.  ❜

[calopsic]

@abyssl

a sneeze, a runny nose, and a continuous grumble about the cold in dragonspine won't make things any better—aether is well aware of that. he also understands that he must complete this commission if he wants a warm bed and dinner for the night. however, his amber eyes catch sight of someone unexpected. what in all heavens is tartaglia doing in dragonspine?

for a moment, the traveler hopes that the harbinger hasn't noticed him yet, although the crunching noise of the snow would likely give him away. but then again... aether considers, this might be the perfect setup for a playful surprise attack. with a broad grin on his face, he stoops down to gather a generous amount of snow in his hands, skillfully molding the white substance into a snowball.

once content with its shape, he holds it out before launching the snowball at him, aiming for a direct hit on the harbinger.

[myjustice]

beep beep! I'm late on this asdfkjlgh but I just wanted to say, furina is a wonderfully written character very dear to my heart, and it makes me SO HAPPY to see her in your hands. I love to see your thoughts on her, you capture so many of her facets. Your love for the character really shines through in your posts, and it's always a delight to see you've posted. I'm so excited to see more, keep up the wonderful work!

ah thank you so much for your feedback. it makes me happy that you feel like i'm doing her justice, no pun intended, because i truly try my best! i'm of the same mind as you are, there is so much to furina to explore, they have done such a phenomenal job with furina & i hope that her popularity will send to them a clear message that the fanbase will take a well thought out & written character over casual fanservice any day & will inspire them to invest more & more thought into the characters to come & the characters that have already been established. tackling their stories & lore such as cyno, eula, amber, lisa, heizou, beidou, & so many more!

thank you so much for humoring my posts, sometimes i worry i do them too often & that they don't make sense so this is really reassuring. i hope we get to interact soon, thank you again!

@abyssl / meme.

[cryoexorcist]

@abyssl: ' chongyun can i have five mora. '

"-kay."

hands kaeya twenty mora.

[orchideae]

What is something you want people to know right away about yourself?

How scared are you of people, compared to how scared they should be of you?

— @abyssl // Prompt: Anxious Munday

What is something you want people to know right away about yourself? That they shouldn't ever worry about messaging me or approaching me for interaction of any kind. Truly, I'm that person who will (as you, for example, have witnessed) slide herself into DMs over the most random things, and I'll speak to whoever it is with ease because we have so many things in common, which is love of characters, love of a game, love of dynamics, love of potential, all of these things. If I notice that you're someone who's liked my posts, and if I also like yours, you can take it to mean that I'm interested in writing with you, but also just chatting characters. Rest assured that I'm likely looking for something, some kind of 'excuse' to message you over/for because it's always easier, but if it takes long enough, then I'll just hop into your DMs most randomly, likely with something inherently silly to make you laugh or smile. Ultimately, I'm just a big goofball who wants to find people who love what I love as much as I love it, and then share in that. But also, I'm an introvert, so I understand perfectly well how anxiety-inducing it can be to start chatting with someone new, but it's likely because of that, that I try my hardest to make it easier for others.

How scared are you of people, compared to how scared they should be of you? To start, the latter is a ridiculous little tidbit, no one should be afraid of me as honestly, there's nothing whatsoever to be afraid of. I'm a 5'2 French lady who is absolutely feral about Liyue. Honestly, I'm not kidding, I was doing Baizhu's story quest the other day, and I was incoherently pterodactyl screeching at one of my friends on Discord. There was an absolute abundance of 'AAAAAAA's and 'eeeeEEEEeee's. Does that sound like someone to be scared of? And in that vein, I used to be intimidated and scared by people, but I forced myself to past it, mostly because I realized that if I allowed my own anxiety or my 'shyness' (that I've tried to shove into the ground despite my introversion) to prevent me from contacting people, that I would miss out on many good things, and many wonderful people that I've been lucky enough to meet and write with along the way. Every time I've pushed myself past that boundary, I've much more often than not, been rewarded, and so it's gotten me to a point where I'm no longer scared or worried.

[melodicbreeze]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

A = Aftercare

Venti is okay with it up to a certain extent. If it's someone he's had regular flings with, he definitely enjoys cuddling after. It's when it gets more into the area of being taken care of that it gets more difficult.

To sum it up, you need to max out your relationship level for him to be happy to let you take care of him after (carrying him to a bath, cleaning, etc).

If it's just a one night stand, he doesn't care for it at all, he'll just want to either leave or sleep.

V = Volume

Ever the bard, Venti definitely performs in bed in that regard. He watches his partner to figure out what sounds they like the best, and he has a quick tongue in teasing them.

When he starts to get lost in it, though, he's more partial to a softer whining than loud moans. If it is someone who he really trusts, he'll bring out the more inhuman sounds, chirps and cries.

[sungracd]

@abyssl :  18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured .

It's only a matter of waiting now.  They've done all they can for his injuries but the weight of the Abyss is ever present, woven into every vein, every muscle, down to his bones and the very fabric of his being.  It takes a toll no amount of healing can reverse.

But Childe is strong, in body and spirit.  That is why Foul Legacy has chosen him.  Although it cannot speak it can be felt with every touch and piece of flesh mended back whole.  It has a pulse, a will, a desire.  With time, a method has been found to placate the beast within in hopes it will allow his mortal form a moment of reprieve.

Days pass before a messenger brings news of the Harbinger's status.  Lady Saint-Clair abandons piles of books and research notes to rush through the halls of the palace.  Upon reaching the bedroom doors, the nurses already at his bedside move to make way.  Fatigue still clings to him but his eyes are open and steady and he still manages to smile that boyishly lopsided smile they've grown so fond of.  A wave of relief is felt and yet simultaneously the weight of their heart as it fills with warm emotion.

Settling down into the chair at Childe's bedside, the Saint is quick to regain their composure but as they reach to cradle his cheek in the tenderness of a palm their affection is unmistakable.  "No more trips to Fontaine for you."

[diiluvies]

@abyssl: "I got you something for your birthday!" The Harbinger plops himself on the edge of Neuvillette's desk and holds up a little painted otter figurine. "It's you! Haha."

please spoil neu on his birthday 2023

watching the harbinger sit on the edge of his desk, the iudex gave a cold stare as he places his papers down on the table. wanting to push him off, he held back the urge as he noticed the otter figurine and raised an eyebrow. taking it, he studied it and sighed lowly to himself. "does snezhnaya not teach you the difference between animals?"

[duckapus]

SMG4: *standing in the middle of a scene of fire and chaos, presumably created by Mario* You know, one day I'm gonna stop being surprised by shit like this.

SMG4: And on that day the Circle of Stupidity will be complete.

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Emulator: Are you crazy?

Trixie: Legally, no. There's not a word for my condition.

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Luigi: This is horrible! This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!

Mario: Oh? More humiliating than-

Luigi: We are not doing this!

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(after Eldritch Old Man Yaoi actually happens. also one of these characters won't make sense until my latest ask to Effi goes through)

Phobos: Would you like to talk about your feelings, Juliano?

Juliano, mostly resigned with a hint of contempt: Not anymore, no.

Black Doom: I would.

Phobos: I know, Doom.

Black Doom: I am sad.

Phobos: I know, Doom.

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Ash: I once let Litten drink the bathtub water while I was in it.

Arceus: ONCE AGAIN, KIND OF WEIRD, BUT NOT A SIN.

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Dapple: I am working on this Good Guy thing, but anyone who cuts me in like at Starbucks deserves to have their kneecaps shot out, okay?

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Bob: Act tough, Tari.

Tari: But I'm not tough.

Bob: That's why I said act.

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Manifest: Sir, I thought you might want me in the office, given the circumstances.

CPU: How do you know about the circumstances? I just got the report.

Manifest: It's my job to know everything, sir.

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Nimbus: We'll meet here tomorrow, as the sun casts its last shadow upon the earth and the crescent moon has risen above the eastern ridge.

Tune: So... 'round Nine o'clock?

Nimbus: *deflating slightly* Yes, Tune, we'll meet up at nine.

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SMG4: Coding, can you pass the salt?

Lil Coding: Sure.

Lil Coding: *throws Toad at him*

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Timmy: Irene, are you there?

Irene: Physically, yes. Mentally is debatable.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Whimpu: I have decided I’m going to learn Sspanish!

Juliano: Oh! ¡Excelente!

Whimpu: I- I haven’t started yet.

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Bob: This morning, I found a glass of water with a note on it that said “for hangover me”.

Bob: So I drank it. Turns out it was vodka and drunk me is an asshole.

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Mario: I don’t always make the best decisions.

*Earlier..*

Luigi: What is that?

Mario: An alpaca! I got the last one!

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SMG3: I love you.

SMG4: You literally just told me I was the bane of your existence yesterday.

SMG3: That’s an unrelated fact.

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Phobos: If the Abyss doesn't appear out of nowhere to stop me, then it can't be that bad.

Abyssal: If our creator is approving of this, then it can't be THAT GOOD.

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Ash: Did I get so tired that I declared myself the King of all Pokémon?

Miku: If I said no, I'd be lying to the King of all Pokémon.

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Cody: Aw man.. I really wanted to head into the zoo. Too bad it's closed.

Lil Coding: You know what they say.

Cody: Please don’t-

Lil Coding: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

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Phobos: They say if you seek revenge, you should dig two graves.

The Abyss: That's a stupid quote.

The Abyss: I'm going to kill way more than two people.

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Sora: It's locked. You got a lock pick?

Tulip: Yeah-

Laharl: *kicks in the door*

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Jayin: I love being right. It’s one of my favorite personality traits.

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Juliano: You know, I think my life has value.

Phobos: Who are you and what have you done with Juliano?

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Tama, holding out a cookie for Nimbus: Look! This one's a heart, that’s how I feel about you!

Nimbus: *quietly crying*

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Ambrosia, affectionately: You’re an idiot.

Nimbus: That’s the charm!

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Irene: I hate you with every inch of my body right now.

Nightmare King: That’s not a lot of inches.

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Shantae: Can we talk about that text you sent?

Laharl: Why? It was important.

Shantae: It just says, "I'm back on my shit".

Laharl, shrugging: The people need to know.

[cryoexorcist]

@abyssl: SO YOU CAN GET MORA FOR BEING KHAENRI'AHN

"no you dummy, it's because you're my brother."

[zorkaya-moved]

For fun, sure. He can talk, and she'll listen; he had a voice nice enough to be her lullaby instead of the white noise created by drunk scholars in this port town. She doubts a man like him would ever waste his time for fun. Then again, taking into consideration his intelligence and his laid-back external attitude, she could deduce that he's far smarter than he lets others see (including herself). Overestimating another would be better than underestimating; it's the truth of her life and the beneficial lesson from surviving the pit of torture and metal-tasting powerlessness.

Zarina lets out a non-commital response through a muffled 'uh-huh', dismissing his words as she seemingly loses interest in him for that moment while looking to the side. Her smoking seemed more important to her for that moment, but even if her face was turned away from Alberich, her eye returned to watch him before she once again faced him while listening to his words.

"Unlikely but possible," she shrugs at his words, still thinking how much more there is to discover. Seeing them closer to humans gives a better perspective on how they'll follow. It gives them consciousness, unlike those beasts who act on instinct alone. Kaeya's actions already gave her enough understanding that he would not be honest with her nor did she ever expect him to be. Next time, if she finds something different in his attitude, she may judge if this were a truer or not statement. "The only way I know them better than others is through dissection and anatomical study."

Is it (only) true or not, she will leave it to his imagination. Then again, her anatomical and intimate study of their bodies was quite true. Chilling as it is. And yet, she talks without any interest or excitement over those things. Not like the Sumeru scholars need to know. She studies the Abyss as a Spantamad 'research.' Then, the last sentence piques her interest and she raises an eyebrow. His voice is so much more emotional than hers, it's quite charming. How human.

"My downfall?" Golden eyes remain calm and cold, but she chuckles. It sounds hollow, gloomy. Downfall could mean so many things: death, expulsion, torture, and loss of the face she built up over the years by being the pretty little thing she was. "It's not yet time for my downfall. There is still unfinished business to address. And, well," she tilts her head to the side. "I'll make sure you have front-seat row tickets for that. I don't like dull endings, and you wish to be entertained. Killing two birds with one stone." But an ending here would be the beginning of another. It'll happen, possibly in a couple of years.

"You said I have nothing to offer you..." She finishes her cigarette, staring at how the last bits of ash would fall. "...Well, my offer will remain for now." Not because she's generous, but because it'll make things more fun. "Anything else you'd like to say or ask? While I'm still interested in holding this conversation with you."

          what do you search for here, kaeya ? it was such a simple question, and yet kaeya found himself hesitant to supply such a simple answer. he didn’t owe zarina anything. he didn’t even owe her the time of day it took to answer. truthfully, this might have been another exercise in the first topic of their conversation. the wealth of information she carried could only be exchanged for something of equal value – but how did one go about grading the quality of knowledge ? the irony of it being that once the sage overseeing his application realised his potential, the quality of knowledge would become kaeya’s greatest vice. he needed to understand roots, where something came from, and too often this had meant traipsing into forbidden territory. the easy answer was his past, where he came from, what was it like in this land he had been born to resurrect ? zarina made that difficult, she killed his people — and what was an abyssal monarch without their people ? “ i’m here for fun. ” he replied, not all truth, not all lie. some disingenuous mix between the two. sometimes the bait was not worth taking.   “   i thought a prestigious akademiya certification would be a cute little addition to my resume. like a sticker.   ”

          one thing he could tell about zarina despite not knowing her very well was the outlandish things she’d say just to get his attention. maybe lesser men would take the opportunity to correct her misinformation immediately, but he couldn’t help but feel this was bait. she was a black widow of a woman, a witch capable of casting the most disbelieving of potions amidst the nearest prey. not all members of the abyss order were once human, and they were dying out, slowly. fewer and fewer khaenri’ahns existed each century, though most pureblooded remained in their shell of a country, hidden deep within the abyss. she doesn’t need to know that, and he doesn’t need to tell her all for the sake of pride. instead, he tilted his head, corner of lips rising in a smile unassuming.   “   well, perhaps you know them better than i do, then.   ”

          kaeya watched the embers consume the cigarette, taking another long drag. this conversation was ... refreshing, in how honest he could be with her. but not too honest. he wasn’t raised by fools. instead he adopted the kind of smile that he’d seen mirrored on her, irritation remained in the undercurrent of dulcet tone. aimed at her, for assuming they were now on relatively friendly terms ? or himself, for even entertaining the thought. she was a killer of his subjects, breaker of the tools he needed in order to succeed.

          “ you’ve nothing i want, zarina. lest your downfall is upon that list. ”   he adopted a mock sarcastic tone, ire and hostility gracefully channelled into dramaticism, wit over fiery molten lava.   “   —   you wouldn’t be able to help me with that, would you ? i’d expect that to be most entertaining.   ”

[melodicbreeze]

kaeya remained at the edge of the shaded path surrounding the barbatos statue. it was as close to the cathedral as he could get without feeling the flare of the curse starting a predictable hum behind his eyes, feeling like the worst and most reliable headache.

" what are you doing over here ? " he asked venti, briefly pointing his chin at the windblume festivities in full swing around the statue. " shouldn't you be in the centre of it all ? "

"Oh? Must a bard always be at the center of merriment? How tiring, that must be!" Tiring indeed- though Venti adored Windblume, truly, there were always times during the festivities when memories reared their head, and it felt even more disingenuous than normal to continue making a racket.

Venti wouldn't put it past the Calvary Captain to have already pinpointed such a thing, but this wasn't something to bother him with. He dealt with enough as it was, after all.

"I hope this hasn't made the workload too truly terrible for the knights." A hum, then. "Have you gotten at least one night off? It would be a shame to not have time to relax and enjoy the music... tell you what, I'll play a song of your choosing whenever you wish. Consider it a Windblume gift."