#all from kaeya's end

[bitbrumal]

                                                                                  QUESTION                 @aalberich​​​   ↤   accepting    ::   HE’S A TEN, BUT...   ↩

"he's a ten, but he deserves better than me.   don't debase yourself, ayaks." [ >B)c ]

AYAKS  ���he’s a ten but he deserves better.’

     huh. the callus on his thumb fits right into the dip behind his jaw- can scritch there on the thinnest border line between ticklish & titillating. ayaks’ mouth is a tight line as another’s carries on slipping up. ‘don’t debase yourself, ayaks.’ he says, & his hand slides across that rickety pulse - settles round his nape in some forbidding fashion.

                       the fool has the gall to smile. it’s thin. it’s real.

            it is pried apart by freckled fingers. it is claimed.

            ayaks kisses with the confidence of a man whose heart has always wanted the same thing & always recognised it. perhaps this is cruel. too brutal. perhaps the warmth of his mouth doesn’t make up for the anger in it; perhaps this honesty is too much. there’s a soft little face cradled in his hands & he lays waste to it the way those words lay waste to h i m.

it is brutal. but it is not harsh. maybe.

fuck, who knows.

—ayaks makes them go down together, curls around that lithe body that doesn’t think it’s worth shit. presses him into the comfort of a couch. straddles his chest & contaminates him. feel what i feel for you. soft soft blue tangles round fingers that will not let go — until the sweet warmth of him is felt, hungered for, worked to be made to feel beautiful. the growl in his throat speaks of something jagged.        & his grip doesn’t shift. he knows exactly how to hold someone still.

                                if the heat of this feeling could press through, could sink into that cold chest, would it be enough? can he love well enough to make a man this good-know it?

heat surges with every facet of this hurt. it sparks when pain twangs ( that resigned sadness-! ), lances up through every wound kaeya shares into ayaks’ own soul. it is everything he cannot be protected from through traditional means.       the drugging weight of a kiss ends where lips cling / bruised. slick, pinched between his teeth just a little ere he lets go. “you don’t say that shit to me.” it comes out half-mad & ragged / black as the snarling confidence of it. never has he kissed anyone this way & it may not mean a thing to all his fossilised agony. “you do not say that shit to me.”

          “i decide who’s good enough.” the smell of sbiten mingles with frost. so close he could taste it - that it drowns out the spice of dandelion wine. gingers, tiny little gremlin gingers everywhere; catching the sun in their hair & their buckteeth. the warmth of a hug that is never in full, the gaggle of siblings that don’t know him. “don’t fucking insult me by saying someone i l-ove this much-” breath catches where it wasn’t expected to. ayaks trips over it in a gasp, shocks forward / mouth to mouth & the way lips cling where they are slick. “don’t you fucking insult me.”

                  family family family          & a man               so good he is better.

he wasn’t ever meant to be. i promise, mom. no comparison has been made—( he never meant to feel this, too )—it’s just a horrible offence. rooted in fact as its only argument, & yet it wins. going to mondtstad for a stolen visit versus a week spent faking it with people he loves more than they would even know him in turn.    there’s no comparison because they don’t feel like the same thing.            “you’re mine. i’m not letting you go.” shudders wrack these words / tug tension into muscle & bone. the glacier of his being heaves to give up one of its own fossils. family family family & it doesn’t matter. ayaks bares his teeth. they’re so close kaeya’s pretty eye is blurry. he doesn’t want to see it. “stop talking like i’m going to fucking go.”

[welcometoteyvat]

as a chinese person yall need to stop blaming the ccp for everything (read: hoyo is capable of making colorist design decisions and not everything is a result of censorship pls)

[moonilit]

I met Freminet for a day and a half but if anything happens to him i will kill everyone in Tyvat then myself

[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.

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya would just have a shelf full of jars of homemade jam, and most of them are for Klee, so she would have bread with jam as a snack when she goes on adventures

[anotherferalrat]

Genshin mains r wild ngl

In my long quest to finally settle on one team, I've switched from being a Kaeya main to Kaveh with the new banner (dont question me, i dont kno what im doing actually<3)

AND AS SOON AS I PULL HIM, I DONT HAVE ANY FUCKIN MORA EVER

I DIDNT KNO WHEN I TOOK HIM ON THE TEAM I WAS ALSO TAKING ON HIS DEBT???

I hope my Alhaitham is happy bc i did it for him that mf-

[hoipeepsimruby]

Genshin things that I will ignore in canon:

Diluc and Kaeya exchanging letters to each other during his 3-4 year revenge quest

Kid Kaeya was a perfect angel who never did anything wrong

Adult Kaeya is a perfect angel who never did anything wrong

(Let the man be morally dubious that’s when he’s most interesting. Plus his recent characterization is inconsistent with his earlier one and his bio lore)

Yae Miko tormenting every single Inazuma guy character (her silly rivalry with Itto can stay it’s funny)

60% of the Venti alcohol jokes (they aren’t funny most of the time. The only time it’s funny is times like when Beidou wouldn’t let Venti and Kazuha drink despite them both being of legal drinking age)

Paimon being the travelers voice (I’m in the minority where I like Paimon as I feel she’s the travelers annoying little sister and with that in mind she’s written rather well but I do agree with everyone who’s annoyed with how she speaks for the traveler. While I’ve never published any fanfics in a lot of my ideas Paimon ends up getting a bit shafted due to me not really knowing what to do with her because outside of being the travelers voice she doesn’t do all that much.)

Most of the Inazuma main story (if I want to I can be willfully ignorant and enjoy the story but after reading gold-rhine’s Inazuma re-write I can never go back)

The traveler being a jerk to Furina at the beginning of her story quest. (In character for Paimon but the traveler I think would at least be a little more understanding and would try to get Paimon to stop guilt tripping her)

Finally, the traveler fails to get Charlotte any scoops from the fortress of meropide. (I know why but they did waste a bunch of her money and that feels mean)

[xstarlightxstarbrightx]

thoughts on how Liyue Archon quest went [3]

Kaeya and Lumi break amber on Mt Hulao and get yelled at by Mountain Shaper. that was a thing, right? Mountain Shaper and Moon Carver kinda got ignored a lot when it came to the Adepti, ngl. like tbf, i know why Cloud Retainer and Xiao got attention, but still,,, like Moon Carver was cool b/c Beeg Deer(tm) but Mountain Shaper??? bro got sidelined so hard man.

anyway, Mt. Aocang, yah? Total Side Tangent Moment(tm): i always liked the seats that alluded to Guizhong (b/c i love Guizhong lore, she's Very Silly(tm)), and i remember this part very well the first time i did this quest b/c i was also very curious on who Guizhong was. it was just interesting to me that, despite being gone for so long, she showed up in the narrative due to her importance to Liyue? and i just thought that that was so cool... i should ramble abt Guizhong at one point, b/c i'm so interested in her as a character despite her being Deceased(tm).

SIDE TANGENT OVER

when they go into Cloud Retainer's abode, i like to see this as a true testament to Lumine's skills in puzzles. i love Smart Lumine(tm) so fuckin much, and it's always my favorite when puzzles are involved. b/c i see it going down like: Paimon: these mechanisms are so confusing.... Kaeya: i mean, i feel like they're doable, but ffs it's convoluted Lumi: proceeds to completely upend the puzzle in like seconds there we go Kaeya: Paimon: Kaeya: wow, we got a show off here huuuh? (inwardly, he's simping)

after talking w/ Cloud Retainer, obviously they get back to Serious Mode(tm) and get back and yap to Childe. and obviously they give Childe and update, and he gives them an update, and there's still no trust Childe: dw guys, i can help u out, i just gotta find someone Lumi: uh huh. really? Childe: yep. anyway, stay alive till we see each other again! leaves Lumi: sus. Kaeya: sus. Paimon: what DOES THAT MEAN?!?!?

[enden-k]

haha...um....kavehs hangout is not supposed to make my throat go tight 🥹

[dutybcrne]

Making myself sad by wondering if Kaeya had NEVER seen Diluc mad at him before that fateful confrontation

[ccaptain]

New verse:

for the immortal flowers in my bones; for the ice in my heart v. aka what are you doing with your life if you don't have a greek gods verse for your muse?

   vines adorned with colorful flowers often hide the truth. the thorny strap his parents keep around his neck is tight and unpleasant.

   the more he grew, the more he understood that it was about control- not the love and concern that the demeter entities have cooed to him about. that he was being seen as nothing more than an obedient, forever child for them- his only duty to regulate the harvests and stabilize seasons.

   it didn't mattered that the centuries had turned his body into the one of an adult, doe-eyed gaze admiring his features under a loose chiton. it did not mattered that he had grown muscles, that he could outrun even the fastest of animals if he so desired, that he wanted to explore, to live- he was still being seen as a child, and as a child he was to be controlled, least he harmed himself.

   being one of the gods of agricolture and harvests served him very little. 

   ( the handmade obsidian dagger with a splintered wooden handle speaks about he's not a pretty, naive thing. )

   despite the demeters being not much liked by the other gods, the young man cannot form a plan to escape- for the olympus was vast, and his means to hide from the omniscient gaze of his parents few and unreachable.

   his only way out seems to be a loveless marriage with someone who will whisk him away- he'd tolerate... no, he'd take it. it'd still be much more freedom than he has now.

   and then...

   the occasion comes, unplanned and surprising. at a banquet like any other, two chips of ice stare at him across the room, hungry and undeterred by his parent's wrathful looks and angry whispers to come closer to them for protection. and at that gaze-

  -he meets the eyes of the god of death. it's hades that has taken an interest on him- the cagey god of the underworld. 

   and it's then that his insides move with something as warm as the aromatic wine in his cup- pale stars refuse to lower, glow alight with interest, curiosity and something far from innocent, creating a connection between them that shifts the energy of the room even without them speaking a single word to one another.

   if it can't be nothing else, it's an occasion. the encounter leaves him stirred, no longer able to sleep at night as easily as he did until now.

   an occasion to act on his escape plan presents itself two days later: protected by an hooded cloak, kaeya descends into the underworld of his own volition- knowing that every step taken makes him more free by the minute.

   he offers himself to the lord of the underworld in soul and body, without the slightest hesitation. he knows that the god won't reject him, even if fueled by the lust that characterizes every god of the pantheon. he'd take anything, if it meant freedom.

   ( to me, his eyes seemed to say that day. come to me. )

   whatever the consequences are, he deems himself ready. he pours his trust in the figure towering over him, for he feels no threat coming from it. he decides to trust wriothesley━

   ━and finds himself loved beyond means.

   the union between their souls is as much carnal as it's a pact to seal the deal- the sensations repressed by a long period of innocency imposed on him, and he dips into the newlyfound sensations eagerly. he consumes his new spouse mutually, makes himself at home in the terrifying, cold world that is now half his, and discovers that he was born into his new role finely- and the ravenous hunger of mind and body.

   kaeya finds in wriothesley a most passionate, devoted lover that looks at him like he's the sun and stars both. wriothesley gives him a new name- persephone, now forever his partner in ruling the underworld, their twined hands bound by velvety, soft ivy sprouting from the cracks in their thrones.

   and when the day comes that zeus has no choice but to call kaeya back to his parents, he looks at his husband in the eyes as he consumes pomegranade seeds off his hand, licks blood-like juice off his fingers to savor the taste of their bond before he departs.

   persephone emerges to the surface clad in dark, fumous robes, from the newly-created meadow of pale flowers at the entrance of the underworld, crystals of ice forevermore embedded in his hair and a crown of black, frozen thorns over his brow.

   he has never felt more free, even among his parents wailing that he has been defiled. what he ate bounds him to the underworld, he knows, hiding a smile behind his hand.

   defiled? is he a tomb, an object? why does his innocence matter, when to keep it he had to endure so many privations? now he can no longer submit to demeter's wishes- when he has known the longing, the warmth of another body next to his, the depths of a multifaceted, deep intimacy with the one he willingly offered himself to.

   nothing as trivial as his celibacy matters, when the tangy taste of the seeds connecting him to the deity of death- to his husband, lingers on his tongue. the taste of freedom has by long exploded in his mouth;

   his to savor.

tag: For the Immortal Flowers in my bones; for the Ice in my Heart ━ ( Persephone V. )

This verse is singleship with @daybreakrising's Wriothesley.

[starpros-sunshine]

seb. seb hes not smiling. and has a fatui background................

I knowwwwww he's still everything to me you do not know how smitten I am with Lyney as a character

[rossithepixie]

I can't overstate how dear it is to me that canonically Diluc while still a good boy was also a little hellion and Kaeya was a sweet and shy boy.

[latinokaeya-moving]

WAIT. fuck. i was idly looking at the weapon ascension materials descriptions and remembered how convinced i am of vennessa kaeya parallel narratives

[frozenambiguity]

There is a fond smile on his face. Perhaps a sentiment of hope has reawakened...? To be further explored. For now, the Cavalry Captain shall make his way to the city. To his own room, to be more precise, where he will be more than content to actually get some rest. He is... satisfied. Happy.

Today was a good day in the Ragnvindr household.

[doomedbythe-narrative]

Nobody understands Diluc and Kaeya like me and I’m taking away all of ur rights to talk about them