#adularye

[starlitwishes]

@adularye​ continued from X

He wasn’t really one to get hypnotized by the looks of other, for he found charm in every single human face flourishing around the lands which he presided over. Graciously so, Venti couldn’t think of a better way to put those thoughts in order. He loved watching the kids play at the base of Windrise’s tree, or the sisters and devotees singing to their hearts’ content at the feet of the Archon’s statue in front of the Cathedral. He found care and enchanting passion in the hands of Mondstadters. Ballads, songs, poems, wine, knights, florists, lyres and guitars. He always thought, selfishly still, that Evan would have loved it all.

Nothing caught his attention too much or for too long, for in and out the city walls the world was full of humans made living wonders. Barbatos did not need to worry that often, not for them, not if he was not called. During the Archon War, he saw with his own two eyes that humankind… was in no need of the divine to guide them further.

Yet he kept staring, eyes fixed in that blueish, certainly human gaze. He felt the familiar fingers running through his hair, the pitched voice singing lullabies to him, lullabies he never dared to forsake, because nobody sang them again, and those only lived in his memories. He couldn’t bring himself to break the eye contact, lying in Evan’s lap, fearing the bard would disappear again and without a trace. An irrational fear, indeed, when Evan’s body was undeniably warm, solid and alive.

❝ You haven’t changed one bit. ❞ He mused, more to himself than to Evan, kissing softly the palm of that caressing hand playing with his hair. ❝ Although your hands were able to squeeze me to death back then, hehe! Cheers to that! We are now, without a doubt, equals. And you cannot put that nasty trick on poor me again! ❞

Finally, things were a bit easier.

Memories of a past life, memories of a lost love--these weren’t things Evan was initially accepting of. It was frightening how strongly his past self felt, both in hope and in despair, and even more so in love. He feared that his past self would wash over him like a flood, drowning him out for a brief time until he was able to regain his composure. He feared that, and above all else, that the feelings that came with his old self would wash away with a past long forgotten.

Those feelings never faded, however--and neither did his past self threaten to completely engulf him. It felt more like he and the Evan of two thousand, six hundred years past were one and the same rather than two different people. A revelation that he had come to embrace, even if the memories of war brought about some intense feelings.

Yet how could he deny those feelings, when among them was the feeling of love he harbored for his friend for all those years?

Affection came easier once he accepted them--and it felt only natural that Venti were to lay his head in his lap, and Evan would sing to him. The kiss to his palm made him chuckle, cheeks a little rosy from how strongly he felt for the other.

“You were always my ‘equal’, Venti,” Evan insisted, though his voice was soft and warm, like a ray of sunshine. “Though, I do not recall pulling such a prank. In fact, I remember quite vividly that I feared squishing you with how small you were.”

Evan laughed a little--the banter bringing a warmth to his chest. He moved his hand, the one that hadn’t been playing with Venti’s hair, and started caressing Venti’s other cheek with it, grazing his thumb upon it.

“Maybe I haven’t changed a bit. Or maybe I have--maybe we both have, a little bit.“ He smiled. “I suppose you’ve changed a bit more than I have, since you’re no longer so small. I don’t think it’s a bad change, though. Instead of squishing you with my hands, I can squish you in an embrace.”

[scarletooyoroi]

‘  eternal  peace  is  probably  overrated .  ’

Normally hearing such a thing wouldn’t curve into his concerns. Everyone has their thoughts, feelings and pondering, yet before as always stands a special, sole exception to that stance lies before his eyes saying it as if it’s part of the everyday. While finishing the final touches on their dual glasses of Berry Mint juice, there’s a stir within Thoma’s eyes as he slides up the respective drink to the bard. As the gentle fizz stirs in the depths of that crystalline drink, it’s clear the fixer’s attention found itself captivated as he just couldn’t stop his mind from running.

They’ve danced along topics, cryptic wording, bursts of honesty (primarily from Thoma) while they managed to find themselves by the hip once again. He holds confidence that secrets are a crucial balance beam as only subtle gestures from expressions, glances to the wave of a finger stops that not-so-wise temptation to go on the beyond that matter. After taking in a firm sip of his drink, there’s a moment’s pause as it’s reflected. “..I used to think that was the ultimate dream, if you’d believe that.”

”A land without strife, a place where those need to battle.. and not just in the field of glittering armaments either. Peace from the home front, security, and all the things in between. Somehow, it feels like humanity in itself wouldn’t be able to exist in such a way.” Thoma responds in kind, coming to terms with how massive of a fairy tale it is, not to say that peaceful generations weren’t possible. In his mind there’s a horrible price to pay without the beauty of struggle.

There lies a heaven and earth difference in his mind, between struggle and torture, the latter being an element he’d never wish for.

“Fighting by nature, from a child’s crying voice to constant, shivering steps of an older life is just a part of that spirit that can make countless things happening.”

A force that dare to dream countless dreams, and to embrace both the good and the bad of their choices.

@adularye

[songzhong]

🍃 @adularye​​. 

Venti, January first, climbing Jueyun Karst with a bottle of osmanthus wine and the dihua flute. “Open the door.” Happy Birthday Morax Venti edition.

Even through the sound of the waterfall, the song of the dihua flute still slipped through, as if it was accompanying a bard’s melody. And Liyue’s guardian sensed a change in the air once a familiar presence entered the region. A lighter, melodious wind, the scent of wood and ripped fruits...

It told the consultant to enter the domain of the adepti, a long stroll but one he did not mind taking as he walked the scenic route, appreciating the view, and that he had the time to fully appreciate it. The elemental energy of Jueyun Karst embraced him like an old friend. Not the same as before, but similar. And after he finished climbing, Zhongli stopped, standing straight near the cloud. Waiting for this old, familiar presence.

“I hope you greeted Xiao on your way here, Barbatos. Even if he does not express it, he’d be most pleased to see your smile.”

[melipetals]

@adularye continued from here ♥

She shrugged, not too much concerned at this moment. “Ehh.. well. At least we’re not alone, hm?”, she offered lamely and chuckled. She got up on her feet to look down on her work. “Yeah that’s.. totally gonna work. We just have to be confident about it. ... .... .... ...Maybe we can find another way out of here.” She had lots of food with her and Venti didn’t have to eat.. did he? She looked at the bard. “Do you need to eat and drink?”, she asked. “And I mean water. Not dandelion wine or anything.”, she added just to be sure.

[noctuaphoenix]

continued from (x)

He rubbed his temples. Was this really happening? Perhaps this was some sort of hallucination, brought on by working so hard these past few days on both his business and his vigilante activities. Maybe a day off wouldn’t be so bad… but as he blinked and realised the image of Venti wasn’t disappearing like he’d thought, he let out a sigh, hands dropping to his sides.

“𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧? 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭?” The Stormterror incident had long passed, so unless something of similar magnitude was on the horizon, Diluc wasn’t sure why the bard would need it. “𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡.”

@adularye​

[reuniited]

@adularye​ 

 The traveler was sure there were easier ways to attempt to gain Venti’s attention, such as wandering throughout Mondstadt and waiting to hear a familiar lyre or to simply check the local taverns as the day began to wind down. However, they simply grabbed a dandelion and sat on one of the numerous roots of the large tree in Windrise.

 Lumine had time to wait. Plus, she didn’t want to announce her presence in Mondstadt quite yet (she’d never deny a commission, but at the moment, she knew once she entered- someone would call her over for help).

 Feeling the the ebb and flow of the anemo around the area was relaxing, even with Paimon floating around, occasionally asking what they were even doing here. Not that Lumine ever gave her companion an answer besides a slight shrug.

 Noneless, she still wanted to try to see if wishes on a dandelion truly reached the anemo archon. Granted, he could easily ignore her, but it never hurt to give it a try. Taking the dandelion she had picked, she blew the seeds off and whispered a wish to the seeds as they floated away.

 ‘I’m waiting at Windrise, with lunch if you want it’

Then, she simply leaned back against the tree and waited.

[starlitwishes]

@adularye​ continued from here.

When Evan asked that question, he already knew the answer.

In this life, Evan was born and raised by Mondstaters who ended up being trapped in Inazuma, under the oppressive atmosphere and stress of a country bound to an unchanging eternity, all coming to a head a year prior when the nation closed and the Vision Hunt Decree was cast. Such events stirred such a strong unease in his soul that he sought refuge in escape, just barely leaving Inazuma to find himself in Mondstat. Instead of those feelings being relieved, however, they only deepened, until he stumbled into Stormterror’s lair one day.

Then, he remembered it all in a flash.

His past life as a child soldier, as a warrior who knew little else but poems and ballads of bloodshed. A miserable boy that wasn’t properly cared for, one that Evan found he did not envy. In fact, as more memories bled together with his own, he started to feel regret--for all except reliving the memories he had with a dear friend that now sat at his side, so open and raw that he regretted even asking.

He already knew the answer--but in a way, he was hoping for a different one.  Maybe something that didn’t solidify in the pit of his stomach and made him nauseous. The part of his recycled soul that desperately wanted to stay by his friend’s side screamed in protest, but Evan ignored the feeling. It wasn’t fair to be so selfish. Even when Venti called it the love humans experience, he still felt it was selfish.

At least, it would be, until he made things clear.

“... Does my presence make it harder for you?” he asked simply, coldly, voice barely above a distant whisper. “When I came here... when I started my journey, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I had... no intentions of bringing up the horrible things of the past, but... they sort of showed up on their own without either one of us really wanting it to. There’s... a part of me that wants to be friends, like we used to--but it is quite... selfish, to want that without asking what you would want.”

Now it was Evan who couldn’t look at Venti, and his lips pursed into a tight frown. Tears wet his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

“I won’t make you stay--and I won’t stay, either, if you find you would rather move on than open up old wounds... But know that I will stay if you so desire. I just... don’t want to cause you more grief than I already have.”

[hitcnmitsurugi]

This man that stood before him was a mystery. The aura around him was calm, but whispers of the wind warned him and advised him to be wary of this man. Not to mention there was an off scent coming off him as well, but still this was a newcomer within Inazuma so why not keep the peace the country finally has. “Hello stranger, I can see it did not take long before we started seeing tourists in our midst.

Liked for a starter // Starter call // @adularye​

[scarletooyoroi]

I release heavy artillery: 4, 12, 13, 16, 39!

12. what do you think about AUs? 

Okay interestingly enough everyone around me is like x1000 times better in the AU sphere in general. bxdfgdfg I for the life of me, am atrocious of coming up with them on my own, unless the concepts are really easy to go and blend into and I can see that for my respective characters. (Sometimes for the meme is good too.) Whenever I pick a character for a series, generally it’s because I hold a high interest in both the muse and the world that they stem from. So 9 times outta 10 I’m usually trying to find in universe plots to go and utilize with people from that said series.

Modern AUs are probably like the easiest ones I can align up into and give a spin. You for one would know that Ino. 8[

As for AU life in general? It’s a grand concept, I love seeing how people can spin these familiar muses into all sorts of interesting positions. ...Though now that I think about it, in-universe AUs of people in certain positions/walks of life I could be doing a lot easier... Food for thought!

13. what do you think about OCs?

Literally give me all of them. I’ve seen a real creative set from the GenPact line during my stay here! So I’d love to see how people can spin up some fun stories for them, and on top of that, I’d love to give them a heaping, helping dose of Thoma here to see how that plays on out. People while loving canon concepts are still wanting to sprinkle a touch of their own ingenuity into the mix, that there is some backbone I can always go and respect at large. That also goes for people who makes the crossover verses too!

16. what’s the best way to approach you to start playing together? 

See now this one has always been tricky but always extremely simple. LOL. For me, my best ways is to get our muses interacting a spark. Whether it’s an open, meme or crack, then beyond that just take it from there. I have a thing where I like to see how my writing style meshes alongside of my RP partners to just see how it pans out in the long run. If we can let our muses have fun, then I in turn, can always bring some fun things to the table to talk about.

So I guess I need something a little forward? That’s just to get the ball rolling so to speak. That said I also don’t mind if people aren’t really big on talking but just like slide on here and RP. If we can cook up stories together, I don’t mind keeping the position where it’s like semi-professional with a touch friendly, where we just get together for the hobby itself. That said! One thing in general I always be looking for in general in the RP sphere is people with some good passion with their characters. (LIKE YOU. U AND UR AMAZING VENTI.) It makes me just go heart eyes and makes me wanna see a serenade of al their big brain thoughts.

39. what’s a song that reminds you of your muse?

Hmmm... HMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Ino, my homie, my racoon from another trash can. Consider this one a work in progress cause I’m still trying to line out the right song for him. Gotta dabble a bit more to find that right piece that balance between a gentle nature with a fighting spirit!

[yuichiroswife]

@adularye​​

{ Smoochies! I had a really good day, surprisingly. I was expecting another disaster like the last two years, but my parents managed to get along for my birthday so I’m very happy! }

[melipetals]

@adularye​ continued from here ♥

At his question, the blonde blinked once, slowly. „You.. don’t know what it is?“, she asked surprised. A treat like that did seem to fit Venti in her eyes; but maybe she had been misjudging him? He always wore such a carefree and childlike attitude, she somehow just assumed he’d know about things like this.

She shook her head and offered one to him. „Here. See for yourself“, she said with a smile and took another egg for herself. „Just.. unwrap it before you eat it okay?“, she added grinning while her fingers pulled off the paper from the chocolate egg. She broke it in two halves and bit into one of them, giving the bard another smile. His face was quite amusing if she was honest.

[noctuaphoenix]

💭

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 💭  𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝚨 𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐔𝐆𝚮𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝚮𝚨𝐒 𝚮𝚨𝐃 𝚨𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.

"𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧."

@adularye

[noctuaphoenix]

fire blast

fire blast — is your muse a good cook? what would they consider their “specialty”?

He's a good cook, though this is mostly the result of necessity, as he had to cook on his own more after he began his hunt for the Fatui. He's particularly good at meat dishes in general, capable of bringing out the flavour in any with a subtle blend of herbs and spices. If the person he's cooking for can't eat meat, however, he's capable of finding substitutions to accommodate for their tastes.

[noctuaphoenix]

❛  long story short , i got arrested . are you able to pick me up ?  ❜

@adularye

He let out a deep sigh, resting his head against a nearby wall. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨?" He asked, the urge to just shut his eyes and pretend as though the situation wasn't happening in front of him.

Of course, he was not permitted such luxuries in his life, so instead he was already reaching for his coat and wallet.

[melipetals]

“I haven’t been paying attention in the slightest. My bad, ehé.”

Between her stay in Inazuma and her journey to Sumeru, Lumine had stopped by in Mondstadt again to meet everyone. She had brought a box full of specialties from the land of eternity that she shared with Venti on the palms of the hands of his statue. It was a nice and sunny day and you could see very far into the distance. The perfect day to sit here and enjoy the weather and some snacks.

"Pfft." Frowning, Lumine stuffed a tricolored dango between her lips while she gave him a judging look. Always his head in the clouds, hmh? After stretching the time for her reply a bit, she eventually speaks again. "Well too bad for you, because I was telling you how to make sake and that I learned the recipe during my time in Inazuma."

[scarletooyoroi]

❝ i fear i spent far too long teasing and toying with you. ❞

A wise takes place as the impulse to just instantly react spoils what is seen as a surprising moment of clarity. With their latest stretch of time spent as old architecture he’d believe the bard to be interested upon, Mt.Yougou’s recently cleared blight allowed for the once eroded the Sacred Sakura to fight through the corrosive taint of emotion bridged from the halls of humanity and the divine. Even now, these massive roots almost held an otherworldly shimmer, as if trying to work through a secret message to those that approach it. For Thoma, the view alone was enough to leave him breathless, to keep the pit of his mind a stir of wondrous thoughts.

Yet somehow piercing through these thoughts would an element considered a rarity in its own right. There was no sparks of inspiration, no idle thought that leads to conversation to which he could begrudgingly amidst holds an endearing quality. Their time together holds a stir more unpredictable then any seakissed current. As the very mortal side of their desires of good food and drink were clearly discernible, something impressive lays in their demeanor that often led him to curious after thoughts in their sparse times apart.

How in the worlds does he feel so far away in terms of trying to figure them out? As if there’s a curtain that can always be tugged between them even if they were traveling across a land he almost.. Seems whimsically drawn away about.

Should now be a time Thoma is concerned?

Confusion is briefly written over the blonde’s features as the hand gliding over the holy bark is drawn to a pause. Eyes fixated entirely onto Venti, he draws in a breath, no second thoughts brought to the limelight as he’s compelled to lessen the distance between their bout of exploration. Right now that curious expression is what draws his attention, how the attention is focused directly at him, to the point just peering into those vibrant eyes led to this airy feeling that harmlessly pierces through his being. “And you say that as if there’s anything to have regrets about. As many times as I caught a firsthand smile upon your face, Venti.”

Similar to how the magic of their song effortlessly introduced many moments of relaxation, a new, profound level of it that seeped muscle deep. a wish is born to reciprocate that similar feeling. While the display is playful in how he doesn’t hesitate to bend the knees, intending for their gaze to meet eye to eye this position, hands settled upon his knees. The look grated by his eyes is split between concern with the clear opening to drop any thoughts entirely with this playfulness.

“Is everything okay? My goal here was to ensure different levels of okay, are you tellin’ me there’s a part to all of this that I’ve missed out on?”

@adularye