#and baizhu of course

[stormyrainyday]

ever since i saw the robot holding her i headcanon her with mobility issues. maybe not outright paraplegic but impaired mobility sandrone is everything to me

[prettyboykatsuki]

doing the math on what it would take to e6 sunday and idk if hes gonna be playable </3

[vv-ispy]

I Really wanted to make Amos a woman in her 30s but it seems either I have to do some fudging with genshin lore or she's gonna be immortal to some extent

[sleepinglionhearts]

haven’t touched Genshin in a while, but here, have some OC doodles anyway

[espato]

[welcometoteyvat]

@apologems here, some shenhe & baizhu for you [random character pairs asks] thanks for your patience because this is really late and enjoy <3

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The light fragrance of qingxin emanates from the little brown pills in Shenhe's palm. It will not change how the pills taste, though, so she downs them all at once.

… They're not as bitter as she expected. The taste is like… like regret softened with honey, a tinge of sweetness lingering in her throat. Something indescribable dislodges itself from Shenhe’s chest, escapes in a barely perceptible sigh. When she looks back up, two pairs of eyes—gold, crimson—human, snake—are gazing intently at her.

“Swallowed it without even a sip of water! You must have taken a lot of bitter medicine before.” The snake draped around the doctor’s neck speaks in a sing-song voice, blinking owlishly up at her. Shenhe stares back at it—and although she is not good at reading humans, and snakes even less, she thinks it seems a bit surprised that she hasn’t yet looked away. When it lowers its head a moment later, suddenly timid, Shenhe feels an inexplicable bubble of satisfaction pressing against the bindings of her red ropes.

The corners of Baizhu’s serpent eyes turn down unhappily, and he frowns a little. “Changsheng. Manners.” And then, to her, in a gentler voice, "Here. Take this dried goji and haw; it’ll wash out any of the remaining bitterness.” He takes out a burlap satchel from one of the many little cabinets behind the front desk, and places it carefully in her still outstretched hands.

“Thank you… Mr. Baizhu— Doctor.” She can’t quite remember what the person before her had said before leaving, but… any parting phrase should suffice, right? None of the other adepti chide Master when she leaves their gatherings without any goodbyes, after all.

“No need; this is simply part of my job.” Shenhe must have said the right thing, because Baizhu is smiling graciously, waving away her thanks. Shenhe follows the crescent-moon curve of his pale lips all the way to the premature crow’s feet crinkling at the corners of his eyes, and wonders if the years have been unkind to him. As she studies Baizhu’s amber irises and vertical pupils, her thoughts wander to the tomes of adeptal transformation arts squirreled away in a corner of her master’s abode. She wonders how long it has taken him to reach this form, for it almost rivals her master’s in its beauty.

“Ah—on another note, I don’t recall filling a prescription for you in Bubu Pharmacy before? Is it your first time coming here?” Baizhu peers at her carefully over his oval glasses, eyes like yellow jade and Hulao amber. Shenhe holds his eye contact, and then—slowly, slowly, like the boiling of medicine and the flow of ages past, Baizhu’s gaze becomes something… vaster, something… boundless—and suddenly, Shenhe’s falling, rushing past the sights and sounds of Liyue as experienced by generation after generation of disciples and masters and masters and disciples and the ever-present white snake wound around their necks. And then, just as suddenly she is back in the pharmacy, and Baizhu’s eyes are simply circular drops of molten gold, and he has a concerned expression on his face.

“Shenhe, are you alright? Apologies if my question was too prying; I was merely curious.”

“No. I have never been here.”

“Well, in that case, welcome to Bubu Pharmacy. May your coming days be full of good health.”

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A/N: these two are an absolutely slept on character pair thanks for opening my eyes. sorry that nothing consequential happens in this fic i wanted to squeeze in something about not listening to fate and baizhu looking up her name for connections to the adepti etc. but that didn't happen and ive been stuck on it for 2 weeks so i threw in the towel and said to myself that i'll put it in a more-inspired sequel. sorry if this is again confusing. if there's only 1 take home message you get from this I hope it's that baizhu is A SICKLY ASS MAN (please take care of yourself)

and ofc, if ooc let me know, i heart feedback etc etc. open call for shenhe and baizhu likers to give me their theses on either character because i need to Understand them and study them under a microscope

crossposted to ao3 too ig

[dailybaizhu]

136: playing the uke!

[birbxels]

the april boys 🌸🍃

[midnightmoodlet-art]

Wishing y'all Merry Xmas (and Happy Holidays) from my blorbos and me!

[mvrders-are-okay]

you're only only only only only only only only only for me

for sure, and i’m only 1000x just for you, too

[herbalremedied]

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[tenebriism]

I've not done Baizhu's story quest yet ( Hu Tao's questline is currently cockblocking me, since it's a prerequisite ), but the concept of Baizhu potentially becoming immortal is one I may play around with regardless of how canon goes. It's obvious that whatever he has is extremely taxing on his body, and may even, potentially, kill him ( I'm not sure what the intricacies are behind his contract with Changsheng, I'm still exploring. )

If he DOESN'T manage to find a way to become immortal on his own, then I may go with the idea of Zhongli having played a hand in this contract, and thus, having some control over where Baizhu ends up come his mortal departure. Maybe he comes to work alongside Zhongli, personally, in a newly established contract. Would he still be able to live NORMALLY? Who knows, but I figure . . . if Zhongli can find a way to help XIAO, maybe he can find a way to help BAIZHU, too?

I don't know, I just want him to have a long, healthy life ( even better if it's with someone he already, per canon, trusts and works with. )

[cygnussy]

hell yes, finally🐍💚🌱

[sexysilverstrider]

animefiesta+ haul!! featuring my son

[4giorno]

which for kaveh, 98 more em or 24% more er :')

[howthesleeplesswander]

❝ let me help you. ❞ For Baizhu!

@melodicbreeze || Starter Prompts || Accepting!

"No, no—I'm fine, really. It's nothing to worry about—" Before he could even finish the reassurance, however, another coughing fit took hold. Baizhu spun away and stifled himself in the crook of his elbow.

It took a solid minute for him to catch his breath. The telltale wetness on his skin seemed to mock him, contradicting his words with a clear sign of exactly how worrisome it was. His frown deepened as he glared at the small spatter of blood.

"I just need to rest a bit," he finally managed in a voice gone scratchy. Having traveled well into the borders of Mondstadt, Baizhu had been on his feet for far too long. Faced with unfamiliar surroundings, he turned back to the other.

"Is there anywhere nearby that would be safe for me to sit down for a while?"