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Bubbles Along the Surface - [Zhongli] GN
blurb:
A minor god awakened years after the Archon War, and with your brother, Osial, pinned to the depths below, you've made your own way in the world. In the most recent year, sailing with a merchant crew, you've forever decided to conceal your identity as a god, keeping to the life of a mortal with an intense fascination with the land of Geo. In all your years, its only now you have the chance to finally step foot in Liyue, meeting a tall and handsome man who eventually comes to be your beloved--but not without a few misunderstandings.
cw: not edited, fluff, minor angst, second-person-pov, spoilers for liyue playthrough but nothing major, osial is [name]'s older brother, archon siblings fr, zhongli loving on you, a reassuring zhongli, feat. childe but really he only gets like four lines
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Eons ago, after the Archon war, arose a young archon hidden in a dreamless sleep beneath oceanic depths, protecting them from the catastrophe above. Awoken by the change in currents, they rose to the water's surface whilst their elder brother was pinned to the crust below—for they was the beloved sibling of the God of Vortex, Osial.
Their own title, God of Bubbles, and it was they whom were responsible for the health of marine life and the ocean oxidation.
While their followers had either converted or were wiped out in the war, they retreated from their title as an Archon, knowing it would only get them into trouble with the rising seven who battled for their rightful seats in ruling Teyvat.
Though their stories never died.
Sheltered due to the war and then lost without their big brother, they began a new life as a merchant, sailing the high seas and traversing from nation to nation. Although the world had changed from what they had originally thought, they were open minded and of a bright spirit—and couldn't wait to explore.
"To Liyue we sail!" The captain called, a rugged but sweet man who practically adopted you, "they've new silks due for Inazuma on the second moon, if we get there early enough we can rest on some solid ground for a while. Lets give ourselves a holiday, ay?"
The rest of the crew cheered back ecstatically, having been docked in Schneznaya for more than long enough. They could use a change of scenery; most weren't built for this kind of cold.
You laughed at their eagerness, quickly aiding your mates in loading on the last few crates of supplies before the ship was to set off once more.
You made sure your route was clear of storm—well, as much as you could. Your power's influence was better equipped for the water's depths, not its surface.
But you made do.
"Excited, love?" Darla, a Fontaine merchant about ten years your senior (physically at least) approached, a wide and knowing grin on her face, "you've always wanted to go to Liyue, haven't you?"
You grin back, eyes closed as you giggle sheepishly, "You've heard all my rambles, haven't you? Of course I am! And we get to stay there for... how long? Oh! Almost two moons! Two moons! Darla, that's two months of exploring! I've always wanted to visit the adepti shrines..."
"Of course you have," The older woman rolls her eyes playfully, gently bumping into your hip, "calm yourself, dear. We don't want you to combust."
You laugh at her in good nature.
"How come we're staying so long anyway? Not that I'm complaining."
"Why do you think?" Darla gives you an incredulous look, "because you're the captain's pearl, that's why. He's always had a soft spot for you," she nods her head towards the old man by the wheel, "not that the rest of us mind. Gives us a break too."
They watch as while the evening prevails, the ship's leader bounds below deck despite his age and practically hauls up a barrel of drinks for the mates to share, letting out a bellowing laugh all the whilst.
You snort, "Mm, I see what you mean."
After a week or so of smooth sailing, you finally port in Liyue Harbour and settle yourselves at the available inns, unloading any personal cargo and clearing the ship for its future stocks.
The Portside is bustling with life, fishermen promoting their fresh produce and other sailors maintaining their boats. Your eyes are wide in awe at the architecture and vivacity, excitement only continuing to build within you.
"Oh, pa!" You eagerly turn to your father figure with pleading eyes, "the city's just past the docks, may I please—?"
"Just be back before dark, alright?" The captain huffs out with feigned exasperation, "some of the crew and I will be hangin' around the plaza for a bit. Some place called Third around Knockout? I dunno..."
He scratches the back of his head before letting out a puff of air as you launch yourself at him, arms latched tightly around his torso in a hug.
His once narrowed eyes widen while the colour pink tints his sun kissed cheeks, "O-Oi!"
"Thank you, pa!" You pull back with a gleeful smile, "I'll be back soon, I promise!"
You lean up and places a chaste kiss on his frizzy cheek before rushing off past the docks.
The male stammers as some of the crew snicker at him from behind, teasing him for putting up his so called 'cold exterior'.
"Yeah yeah... uh, b-be safe!" He calls out at last. He quickly whips around to those laughing, "who're you chucklin' at, huh? hUh?!"
Eager to explore, you find yourself in the middle of the plaza ahead of your crew and are immediately overwhelmed by the smell of food and a rush of people.
You can't help but grin at the sight.
You wander past the open shops and stalls, simply admiring the sights and everything the locals of Liyue had to offer. You feel your heart swell at the kindness of a sweet granny who ran a toy stall, the elder woman giving you a colourful paper windmill with the only explanation being that you had a beautiful smile.
You express your gratitude and wish for her good health before continuing onwards with more of a skip in her step, gift clutched to you closely.
In the midst of your exploration, you bump into a tall man, profusely apologising as you stumble for your balance, toy falling to the floor.
"Ah, no sweat!" The male replies, and you look up to meet deep blue orbs and a boyish grin. The ginger haired stranger leans down to pick up your fallen gift, handing it back to you whilst introducing himself as Childe.
"[name]," You reply politely, shaking his hand with a bright smile, "it's a pleasure! Uh, a-apologies for the collision..."
At your sheepish expression, the male only chuckles and waves it off, a certain glint appearing in his eyes at the mention of your name.
"You're not from around here, are you?" He tilts his head curiously.
"Oh, no, heh, I'm a—" You stop yourself momentarily, clearing your throat, "I'm a foreigner. I work as a merchant across the waters."
"I see, I see," His gaze grows half lidded, flickering to the glowless hydro vision by your waist, "you like the ocean?" His curiosity peaks as he notices you perk up immediately.
"Yes! Indeed, aha, it's practically my life."
He gives you a nod of understanding, and you indulge yourself in idle chatter before parting ways, the male heading towards the crimson stairs leading to the balconies above. It's then that you realise where you are.
Not in the plaza, that's for sure.
Finding yourself lost, you take note of the increasingly darkening sky, "Oh dear..." your stomach drops.
Your eyes dart around hurriedly in hopes of landing on something familiar, spinning around in a circle and only managing to loose hope.
Your chest tightens as the sun finally dips past the horizon, and you cuss quietly under your breath. Your knuckles grip the stem of the paper windmill closely, the toy being your only sense of comfort.
"Excuse me," A deep voice adresses you from behind and you jump.
You whirl around, wide eyes meeting the chest of the individual talking to you.
Wary gaze trailing upwards, you come into contact with almost luminescent amber isises, and a concerned frown.
"Are you alright? You seem rather... distressed."
You take in a sharp breath, eyes flickering—the man is breathtaking.
He is tall and of a strong physique, with wide shoulders and a toned, but slimmed waist. His clothes are dark, although intricate and rich with black and brown to gold features.
His hair is long at the back, tied neatly in a low tail whilst the front frames his eyes in curt strands.
You blink, "Oh, yes. I—uh, ahem. I-I'm not from here, you see? And, um, I appear to have found myself a bit lost..." you can't help but feel small under his stony gaze, hearing him hum lowly in response.
"I see. From where do you hail?"
"Oh, I'm a travelling merchant. I docked today with my crew and told pa—uh, m-my captain that I would be back before dark, but..."
"Ah, I understand," The male's stern features seem to melt ever so slightly at your stammer, and he gives you a small smile to ease your nerves, "do you recall where you are suppose to be?"
"Somewhere called Third Round Knockout, I believe."
You give him a sheepish grin in return, toy clutched close. The stranger's eyes lighten in recognition of the name.
"A place I frequent in my days of rest. If you would like, may I escort you to your destination?"
"Really?" You brighten hopefully as he offers you his arm, "you wouldn't mind? Thank you, sir!"
"Zhongli," He states as you link your arm with his, "you may refer to me as Zhongli."
He smiles at you softly, causing you to flush, and begins leading you back towards the plaza.
"Mister Zhongli! Mister Zhongli!" You wave him down excitedly, the male breathing out a chuckle at the notion.
Throughout the following months, the two of you had bumped into each other once more and became well acquainted, soon becoming friends as you met up frequently.
The geo user became acutely aware of his new found friend's fascination with Liyue and was more than happy to show you around and tell you the many tales of said nation.
You got to know each other well within your first visit, you having been rather disheartened when the time came for you and your crew to leave--though the man had assured you that when you next returned, he would still be waiting.
"[name]," He greets with a gentle smile, opening his arms as you gleefully jumps into them, "how have you been fairing?"
"Good," You reply curtly, smiling up at him, "but better now that I'm here."
You laugh when he shake his head at you, "What about you? Are you okay?"
Zhongli tilts his head slightly with a confused hum, "I heard about the Archon's passing, news of it has already reached Fontaine although it was a few days ago. Are you alright?"
"Oh, that, yes," Zhongli clears his throat and composes himself, "indeed, it is tragic. However, I believe the Qixing has everything under control."
"I suppose. Something doesn't... feel right though..."
He leans forwards in interest, a certain glint in his eyes at your words.
"Oh? How so?"
"I'm not sure, I just feel as though Morax—uh," You glance at him momentarily, catching yourself before you blurt out something controversial.
As an Archon yourself, you swore you could still sense the presence of Liyue's God; though you doubt herself, chalking it up to the fact that you were an inexperienced Archon, simply sensing the ramenants of his power.
"N-nothing. It just feels, odd? Someone having the ability to murder a God, and the Geo Archon no less... Um, anyway..."
Zhongli hums, the glint in his eyes ever so prominent, "I understand what you are inferring. In any case, it will be a long time before any such revelations come to fruition."
He takes note of your nerves, watching as you squeeze your left hand nervously and swiftly changes the subject to ease your discomfort.
You traverse towards Yujing Terrace, where Zhongli breaks any silence by running his mouth on about the flowers maintained in the gardens.
"A dear friend of mine, Madame Ping maintains the flora."
"Really?" You hum, "what kind of silk flowers does she grow?"
"All three variations I believe," The man goes on to continue but is interrupted by a high pitched and child-like voice from afar.
"Mister Zhongliiiiiii!"
The duo pause and turn towards the sound, you tilting your head at the sight of a frantically waving, floating mushroom fairy child and a boy.
The unknown blond makes no attempts to hush his companion, simply shaking his head at her loudness before approaching.
Glancing to the side, you notice Zhongli's ease in their presence and calm yourself.
"Ah, Aether, Paimon, hello," He greets with a nod, "what brings you two here?"
"Oh, we were just about to meet Ms. Ningguang! We've got a special invitation to head up to the Jade Chamber!" The mushroom fairy child—Paimon—explains proudly.
"Oh? Impressive, indeed." Zhongli humours her kindly.
"Sorry, did Paimon disturb you?" The blond—Aether—asks, ignoring his companion's offended 'hey!'.
"Not at all," You give the two a smile, "don't worry about it. Zhongli was just going to show me around Yujing Terrace."
Your companion nods, "Aether, Paimon, this is [name]. A dear friend of mine."
"[name]?" Paimon blinks, "you mean like the—"
Zhongli clears his throat, "Anyhow, I suppose the Qixing won't be too fond of waiting. I take it you are prepared?"
Sharing a peculiar look with Aether, the two communicate silently.
"Right!" The blond scratches the back of his head, "we've just picked up a gift for Lady Ningguang. Hopefully it's good enough."
"I'm sure she'll enjoy it." The taller assures.
Paimon huffs and stomps in the air, "Hey! Why are you interrupting—"
"Anyway, we'll see you later then! It was nice meeting you, Mx. [name]!" Aether grins at you and waves before bolting off, leaving his companion dazed.
"I—uh, whaaa? Heyyy! Wait for me!" The floating mushroom fairy is quick to fly after him, the two fading from sight.
You laugh, mildly confusde, "Well, they're an interesting pair."
The male beside you releases the breath he was quietly holding, chuckling softly, "Yes, indeed they are. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, about the silk flowers..."
"[name]?"
You perk up at the sound of your name, peering up from behind the stock of open crates you had been counting.
"Oh, Zhongli!" You brighten immediately, hopping over the boxes to reach him.
"Hi! What are you doing here? I thought you had work today?"
Despite your concern, you give him a grateful smile, a familiar warmth creeping up your neck.
The man smiles at you contently.
"I took a small break earlier than usual, though my boss doesn't mind."
He internally winces and fights back a flush of embarrassment when recalling Hu Tao's thorough interrogation for the sudden departure.
He wasn't in any trouble for doing so, no—but once Hu Tao found out it was to see someone outside of work, oh boy...
"Ah, anyhow," he clears his throat, "I... wanted to ask you something, and I suppose I just couldn't wait any longer."
Your interest peaks. Unfortunately, so too does some of your crew mates--a few of them slowing in their work to eavesdrop on the conversation.
Zhongli takes in a breath, "I was hoping to be able to treat you to dinner tonight, if you would be interested?"
His amber eyes meet yours with a hopeful glaze. Despite his outward composure, he could feel his nerves skyrocketing once he took note of their minor audience.
Your eyes widen and you bite back a squeak.
Is this even real? Or are you just assuming things? Oh, you could feel the excitement bursting within you—wait, but you're an Archon... oh gods you forgot about that. Ugh, but he's so—
"[name]?"
You snap out of your thoughts, embarrassment flooding you.
You quickly blurt out, "Yes! I-I mean, uh," you straighten yourself up as to not seem so flustered, "sure, ahem. Um... a-are you...?"
Zhongli let's out a subtle sigh of relief, closing his eyes as he allows a ginger smile to grace his lips.
"Yes, [name]. If you would, may I take your hand in courting?"
Oh.
Oh.
OH SHI-
You tense and fight to push down an unholy squeal, mind racing. You could feel your mouth go dry the moment he reopened his eyes and made contact with yours.
You only manage to give him another giddy smile, nodding shyly with sore cheeks. Zhongli chuckles at you, taking a step closer and gently grasping your dominant hand in both of his.
"Then, I will see you tonight by the stairs of Yujin Terrace. Do not fret, my dear, you are perfect as always."
He brings your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss upon its skin whilst maintaining eye contact.
He gives you one last charming smile before stepping away and leaving the harbour, ignoring the light blush coating his cheeks.
Later that day, as the sun kisses the horizon, you make your way from the inn and towards Yujing Terrace.
The night life in the plaza is bustling, the noise and chatter growing faint as you move farther from the docks.
Well into the city and past Luili Pavilion, the moonlight glinting across the shallow water catches your eye.
You slow and stop for a moment to peer into the pool, smiling softly as the golden bass and koi curl towards you. You glimpse a shadow passes from behind.
You giggle softly and, with a wave of your hand, summon gentle currents beneath the water's surface to play with the fish.
While the bass laze and let the gentle currents drag them along, the koi play along with the hidden tides, weaving in and out of the streams.
"Ah, there you are."
With a gasp and a jolt, you drop your hand to your side and step away from the waters edge.
"My apologies, [name]," Zhongli chuckles light heartedly, "I did not mean to frighten you."
"No! Not at all, aha," You quickly smooth any secret crinkles in your clothing and give your suitor a sheepish smile, heart racing in mild panic, "j-just nervous, I guess."
"Nervous?" The male quirks up a brow, "do I make you nervous, my dear?" Though his eyes--sharp as always--watch you attentively, the cheeky glint and subtle smile gives him away.
Stumbling over your tongue, you simply sigh and give him a pleading look, warmth creeping up behind your ears. Zhongli just smiles at you before offering you his arm; henceforth, commencing your date.
As evening turns into night, the moon rises higher and higher into the darkening sky with the two of you remaining arm in arm.
You find yourselves at the very top of the Terrace, where the annual Rite of Descension would have taken place.
Overlooking the sea of clouds*, you lean yourself against the railing, sighing softly as you gaze down at the waters fondly. Zhongli remains behind for a moment, watching you and getting lost in his thoughts before finally approaching.
He leans down beside you, facing the ocean although his attention is drawn to your being.
"[name]?"
You hum in response.
"May I... tell you something?"
Your attention peaks at his hesitancy, and you turn towards him curiously.
Zhongli keeps his glowing eyes out on the ocean.
"What I am about to say must remain secret between us. It is something that only a select few know," His gaze never wavers, "and I hope it changes very little, if it changes anything at all, between us."
Your brows furrow slightly, and you give his profil a soft smile, tilting your head to the side.
"What do you mean?"
Zhongli takes in a breath, "You know my name, correct?"
Your frown deepends, "Zhongli?"
The male nods slowly, "Indeed. Although, prior to this name, I used to go by many others—the most famous of which is one, revered, throughout all of Liyue."
You lean towards him in your puzzlement, and it is only then that he looks at you.
"My name, is Rex Lapis."
He doesn't blink, and your heart stops.
You can't breathe.
Disbelieving of your own ears, you search his gaze for any sign of deceit.
Alas, he remains firm.
His sharp amber irises seem to glow in the low light, glinting beneath the moon.
You swallow nervously and take in an uneven breath, a single word passing through your lips.
"...Morax."
Dread fills your entire being, and fear overturns your heart.
Why would he tell you this?
Why would he tell you now?
Why should he have ever told you? You don't just say that you're a dead archon to your friends—
You feel deathly cold all of a sudden.
He knows.
All tension in your being drops into the weight of lead as the entirety of Teyvat comes to a halt.
He knows.
He knows who you are, he knows you're a God, he knows all about you.
And for how long?
You feel sick to your stomach, and so you take a step back.
Seeing you fumble and your dreadful silence, Zhongli's firm gaze softens. He sighs quietly through his nose and moves towards you as he speaks.
"[name]—"
"Please."
He stops, face falling at the amount of fear in your eyes. He sees the unwavering fright in your very being.
The horrors of the war echo in your memories--whereby from stories or the experience of its aftermath.
Unadultered terror regarding your ultimate death as an archon sits like cement in your bone and tissue.
Zhongli watches, and you don't dare to breathe.
This wasn't how it was suppose to go.
He steps towards you again, but you fear to step back.
"Please don't."
Your voice wavers, almost a whisper.
It takes every fibre of your being not to retreat in immediate terror. But you know the power of a God, even if they no longer claim the title.
Zhongli's heart clenches, eyes widening as his mind begin to race once he notices your form trembling.
Though your hands were tense and nearly hidden by your sides, he could see their tight tremors. Barely glancing off to the side, he could see ripples surfacing from beneath the shallow pools of water decorating the Terrace.
They slowly grew bigger, and began to bubble.
"[name]... My dear, please. Calm yourself—"
"D-Don't!" Your voice barely raises, though your fear and desperation are apparent.
"Please... I...I don't have any followers. I don't have any land. I-I don't plan on taking anything, I swear I've basically only just woke up—"
His brows furrow, "[name]—"
"—I'll leave! I promise!" Your legs give out, and you collapse to your knees.
Your terror filled eyes no longer dare to look upon him, "I...I'm not a part of the seven but... I-I didn't..! I'd never..!"
A pitched cry forces itself passed your lips, "if I had a choice I wouldn't be here in the first place so p-please! Please... Banish me to the seas! I just--I... I don't want to die..."
Zhongli's stomach drops, "Oh, my dear—no..."
Sickness fills him to the brim and despair overwhelms him in waves.
He slowly lowers himself to your level, gaze soft as he does so.
"[name], please, look at me," Your lack of response causes him to sigh, but his patience is ever present, "here, how about you take my hand?"
Sniffling quietly, you tense when he draws closer.
"...I couldn't... M-Morax—"
"Whilst I retain the name of a former archon, the name you have come to know bares no such burden."
He keeps his hand outstretched, "So please, won't you look at me?"
It takes a moment of tension before you feel you foolishly dare attempt to make contact.
Your head lifts ever so slowly, and though you refuse to meet his eyes, you gradually reach out a trembling hand to meet his.
Zhongli breathes out a silent sigh of relief, gently tracing his thumb across your tense knuckles to soothe your nerves.
He whispers small praises of strength and gratitude, smiling gingerly when you look at him in alarm and embarrassment when he presses a kiss to your stiff fingers.
"There you go," He hums softly, "nothing is going to harm you, lest of all me, my dear..."
Slowly, slowly, the tremors stop and terror fades from your body. Exhaustion clouds you once you you're conscious of your senses.
Your embarrassment only grows at the awareness of your state: settled on your knees and with tear stained cheeks—not just in front of another archon but your (once upon a time) date no less.
Uh oh, you forgot about that.
You take in a sharp breath and look away to hide your face, clearing your throat as you attempt to pull away your hand.
Zhongli refuses to let go.
Instead, he stands, and gently pulls you up with him. Your voice wavers, feeling the dryness of your tongue, but Zhongli is patient.
He waits for you to gather your bearings.
"How," You sniffle quietly, "ah... how long have you known..?"
You refuse to meet his gaze.
Zhongli smiles gently, "From the very moment you mentioned your name."
"What?" You blink.
He chuckles lightheartedly, "No mortal would dare name a child after a God, my dear. Besides, your youth as an archon means you have yet to master how to conceal your presence."
"Oh."
While mortals may not be able to detect a God among the people, there is always a connection from archon to archon unless they wish to mask it.
As you are a young archon (though two thousand years old, you've been asleep for the past five hundred) with your elder brother trapped beneath the ocean depths, you lacked the guidance he would have provided.
You've managed to figure out a few things on your own, but your isolation from others of your being have left you clueless.
Zhongli smiles at you softly, "Not to worry, my dear. While I may have officially, well, unofficially, really—retired from being an archon, you are no longer alone. Do not carry this burden by yourself, hm?"
You take in a bashful breath, "R-Right. Thank you, uh, Zhongli."
He offers his arm to you once more, keeping a soft look upon his features as to keep you assured.
You glance between him and the ground, hesitation clouding your mind before you rationalise your thoughts—he had known about you from the moment you met. If he really wanted you gone, you would be.
But you weren't.
And so you give him a shy smile before accepting his arm, and you continue your night at a slower pace.
Though you both remain oblivious to the soulless blue eyes that observe you from within the shadowed darkness of the night.
A sly smirk traces his lips—a that plan would soon come to fruition.
Nearly two weeks since that night, you help load up at the docks on a bright sunny day.
The ramp creaks slightly with every heavy weight carried over from land and on board, the workers chattering about as they go on with their business.
Zhongli and you had continued to meet up, occasionally for lunch, but more so in the evenings so you had more time to spend together. Your crew mates teased you relentlessly, but they were nice about it—thanks to your pa, that is.
He was in near tears when he first heard about it, sniffling about how his little one was all grown up, even when you've never been a child in the time he'd known you, but it was funny (and sweet) nonetheless.
Darla was ready for all the gossip, and gave you all the romance talk you could ever need.
Needless to say, you were incredibly embarrassed that day.
Particularly when Zhongli came to pick you up at the docks after seeing you were late. Never again will you let Darla speak to him.
Zhongli was amused though.
It was around midday when things began to get weird.
It was only you who noticed at first, though you brushed it off seeing as you would be the only one to notice.
You'd noticed the currents beneath the water's surface began to quicken, gradually turning into a swirl. Then the sky darkened, and the swirling currents moved further out to sea before breaching the surface—a vortex.
Thunder clouds rolled in and lightning struck the ground. At the sudden change in weather, the people of Liyue slowed in their works.
Panic came to fruition as the vortexes rose into the air, connecting with the storm clouds above.
Harsh rain pelted down on Liyue Harbour, the ocean waves rising and crashing down like a dominoes on the docks; the water became so rough it began to damage the boats and ships, fiercely pulling the wooden stakes of the docks.
"Run! Run!" People screamed, "move inland!"
"Away from the waters!"
"Move! Quickly!"
The harbour was in hysterics.
You felt pain grip your heart at the fearful screams of the people you had come to love, worry flooding you as the wooden stakes began to rock.
"[name]!" Your pa comes barrelling towards you with heavy footsteps, his rain drenched clothes weighing him down, "stay away from the boats! Get inside the buildings!"
He hurriedly nudges you away from the docking point, eyes rapidly blinking to get rid of the water.
"What about you?!"
You have to yell over the sound of the thunder and heavy rainfall.
"I'm getting the rest of the crew!" He calls back, "stay put!"
You can do nothing but nod, dumbfounded at the sudden turn of events.
As you turn to leave the harbour, a deep voice calls for you.
It's quiet, yet it rings throughout your head and echoes in your ears, and your eyes widen.
You recognise the voice, though it had been many centuries.
"Big brother..." You mutter under your breath.
You move your gaze towards the violent waters, seeing a small, snake like tendril beckoning you forwards. You feel a sting in your eyes--and not just for the pelting rain.
Nervous butterflies flurry in your chest as the rain falling around you grows lighter.
"[name]..."
The voice beckons you, and you move closer.
It repeats your name again, "little one... follow..." the tendril falls back into the water, and you gasp.
"W-Wait! No!"
You rush towards the rough waters edge and collapse to your knees, peering into the depths.
Desperation clings to you and you loose all rationale, a cotton haze in your mind forcing you to no longer pay heed to the life you had built since your awakening.
"Brother! Brother, where are you!?" Your eyes dart around before spotting the tendril once again, and relief floods your system. It motions for you to follow before disappearing once more.
You follow.
Chasing it across Liyue Harbour and spying it from the ocean border, it popped up each time before dropping down and appearing someplace else.
Before you knew it, you found yourself by the cliffs of Wuwang Hill.
You struggle to see through the veil of rain, the thunder grumbling louder and louder. Through the thick of it, you spot the faint outline of a man, his back turned to you.
Shock almost paralyses your body. You find yourself slowly moving towards the man nonetheless.
The closer you gets, the better you can determine some of his features.
While tall, he maintains a lean build, ocean hued locks cascading down his pale back. His body is adorned in a loose hanfu, colours corresponding with the oceanic depths.
Your eyes widen when he turns his head toward you, lapis blue irises meeting with the [colour] of your own.
The smallest of smiles tugs at his thinned, pale lips, fondness softening his gaze.
"Hello," He greets, voice—though with a slight rasp—is rich and otherwise smooth, "little one."
Your heart races, a heavy breath leaving you before you bolt towards the man, tears streaking down from your eyes and mixing with the rain.
"Big brother!" You cry out, embracing his form from behind.
Despite your affection, the male keeps himself facing the cliffs edge. He places his hands upon yours, tracing your knuckles softly.
He hums softly, "My dear, sweet sibling," a sad look overcomes his features, and he gazes out towards the harbour.
At his lackluster, you sniffle before looking up confusedly.
"Osial..?" You question, eyes glistening.
He does not ordain you with a response.
Your attention slowly draws towards the city of Liyue, absolute horror filling you to the brim at the sight of it—vortexes reaching from between the sea and the sky threaten to swallow the buildings and wreck the stone mountains, whirlpools drawing closer to the bayside.
You spot giant tendrils of a hydra composed of water thrashing amidst the chaos, roaring and hissing as the rain pours heavy.
"Osial!" You cry out in terror.
"Brother—what's going on?! What are you doing?!" You remove your arms from the figure of the God, pushing yourself in front of him in a panic, "brother, please!"
The male's firm eyes do not falter, and he merely glances at you.
"It is for the best, dear one," A frown makes itself known on his once passive features.
You feel a swirl of emotions well up inside you, "What? No, no! Please—brother, Liyue is my home!"
Osial's gaze hardens, and anger clouds his view.
"Liyue," He spits the name, "has corrupted you, dear one," his fists clench by his side, and the large tendrils of water grow even more fierce, "he has corrupted you."
Your stature falters, "W-What..?"
The man only huffs, crossing his arms across his chest as he holds his chin high, "Do not act so naïve. I know who you confide with. You have betrayed me, little one."
"Betrayed you..? Betrayed? Brother, what are yo—"
"You have made treason with the one whom trapped me under our depths for millennia. You have taken side with Rex Lapis, the Geo Archon—he has taken you from me!"
The God's hair rises in opposition to the heavy downpour, locks twisting into the form of snakes that hiss, "and so I too, will take something precious from him."
His voice booms across the hills and across the waters.
From the edge of the Jade Chamber, Aether and his comrades divert their attention towards the sound of the yell, and their eyes widen.
You feel your heart break in your chest, "What..? No.. no! Osial! Brother—" you begin to scream, tears, like a waterfall, steaming down your face, "brother, please! Think for a moment! Brother!"
The elder ignores your cries of anguish.
Staring you down sternly despite the ache in his chest. He says nothing as he pushes you to the side, walking towards the cliffs edge once more.
He turns to you one last time, a sharp bite present in his tone.
"Once this is over, I will be back for you, dear one. And him," His eyes glint dangerously, "I will kill."
And then he leaps, vanishing into the furious, crashing depths below.
Your stomach drops, and the amount of panic coursing through you makes you dizzy.
You can't lose your brother.
But you can't lose him either.
And you surely wouldn't be able to cope without your beloved city.
So you run.
You race through the forest on foot, terror coursing through your veins.
While it would be faster to traverse through the waters in your bubbled form, it's current condition would render you immobile, and it would only be easier for your brother to hunt you down.
You hiss at the rain hitting your eyes, pushing through the irritation and the pain as you continues to run.
Not to the harbour, no.
It would be much to easy for him to find you there.
You must get away, far away.
Away from the waters, away from your brother, and away from him—your beloved, Morax.
Zhongli.
Your body aches and your heart shatters, but you persist--never once sparing a glance over your shoulder at the chaos that ensues.
You didn't know where you were, but even if you were far, the distance between you and the harbour still could not disguise the explosion from afar.
Your eyes widen at the light booming from whence you had gone, hands covering your gaping mouth as you fall to your knees with a stifled cry.
That was it.
It was done.
The fight was over, but you could feel it, in your heart, that it was not your brother who had won.
The breath in you chest is forcefully taken from you, and you can't find it within yourself to fight for it back.
You stumble into the nook of a mountain base you had hidden in, falling onto the cobbled and cold ground with tears. Your shoulders heave with your heavy and silent cries, before a loud scream escapes you, rocking the land and rippling the waters.
A searing pain grips your heart.
Despite their victory and with their feet on solid ground, the traveller and the rest cannot help but feel unease.
After their win is assured, a shrill shriek of pain ruptures the air, having echoed from afar. The people of the harbour shudder and almost collapse, looking around in fear, worry, and wonder.
But the group know better, and Aether shares a look of alarm with Paimon—their attention is yet to be caught by the figure slowly and weakly rising through the bubbling of the ocean water.
Through your tears and anguished cries, your exhausted mind forces you into a deep slumber—your body rested in the cave.
You remain undisturbed for days.
Panic and worry consumes those who know you, unknowing of your whereabouts and your condition.
Zhongli, putting aside his contract, feared for you the moment of the attack.
News reached him quickly of Osial's anger towards Rex Lapis for having 'stolen' his beloved sibling, though information of Morax's mortality remain only with the adepti and the Qixing.
By request of the former archon, the traveller sought the help of the fellow adepti to track down the missing god, the Qixing keeping an eye out, though having to prioritise the chaos of the people.
Within the time of their search, you awaken in a daze. Though still heartbroken, your mind is in more ease.
You peek outside of your little cave, stepping out and glancing around. It seems that you made it to the border between Cuijue Slope and Tianqiu Valley, near the adeptus mountains.
About to leave your enclosure, a cold fear consumes you as a shadow obscures you overhead. You look up, spotting the retreating form of Cloud Retainer from above.
Panic grips you again, and you immediately return to your stone cold haven.
They've discovered your existence—they're after you.
After the defeat of your brother, they've come to deal with you next. Since the destruction your brother had caused, surely only death would befall you as punishment in suit.
Tears gather in your eyes again and you muffle a weep. Your body stiffens at the sound of a shuffle from the cave's mouth, and your throat tightens.
Slowly, you stand, keeping silent as the intruder grows closer. You take in one last breath, deciding to play defense as there was no where for you to go.
You summon your catalyst which rotates with your elemental, encased in a bubble with strands of water circling around it. In your spare hand you generates the first burst of hydro, ready to attack.
Anticipation and anxiety flood you as a head pops around the corner, followed by a body with a sword in their hand.
Without hesitation, you clench your eyes shut and let out a battle cry, throwing down your elemental and attacking at a rapid pace.
While your original attack is not powerful, it's continuous onslaught is fast and taxing.
Yells of alarm and pain are heard from the intruder, voices reverberating around the cave.
"Wait! W-Wait!"
"[name]—Wait! It's me! Aether—t-the traveller!"
"A-Aether..?" You slowly cease your attack and peek your eye open, gasping at the sight of the familiar blond male and his floating mushroom fairy companion, "oh! Archons..! Aether, Paimon—I'm so sorry!"
The traveller gives you a sheepish grin whilst Paimon shakes the remaining bubbles off her head, smiling at you.
"Don't sweat it!" The little fairy dismisses.
"So this is where you've been hiding, huh?" Aether comments, "are you okay?"
You shrug, weapon dissapating, "I..I don't know. I've been too afraid to leave, and had fallen asleep in my grief... I don't know how to feel."
The male hums, "Liyue has been looking for you, you know," his voice is gentle, "come on. Everyone is worried."
With a bit more coaxing, the traveller and his companion manage to lead you out of the cave.
You freeze at the sight of someone waiting outside.
Xiao had been standing guard the mouth of the cave, waiting for Aether's return. His hardened eyes meet yours, and you cower in fear, re-summoning your catalyst on a whim.
Your hands bubble with hydro.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take it easy!" Paimon flies in front of you, waving her arms about frantically, "it's just Xiao! Paimon knows he looks scary, but Paimon promises he's really nice! Deep, deep down!"
You glance between Paimon and the adeptus, who eyes you back wearily.
"He...he's not here to kill me..?"
"Kill you?" Everyone is taken aback by the statement, "why would he kill you?" Aether furrows his brows worriedly, "we've been searching for you for days."
"And Zhongli's been worried sick!" Paimon chips in.
"Z-Zhongli..?" Your eyes flutter, and your guard lowers, "oh no... please—take me to him..!" And so they do.
A weary but rushed trip back to Liyue Harbour consisted of Paimon fretting over you and lowkey (okay, highkey) freaking out over the fact that you were indeed another archon, you fearing for your life whenever Xiao so much as glanced at you, and Aether reassuring you that no one wanted you dead.
Reaching the harbour was like a slap in the face for you, of both uncertainty and relief--relief at the fact that most were safe, and casualties were little, but uncertain of how those who knew you would react to you returning, especially the Qixing and Zhongli.
You wondered if the Qixing will let you roam or imprison you for your brother's acts, or if Zhongli will shadow you in favour for his city--though that would be fair, you conclude.
They are his people after all.
"Baby pearl!" Your head perks up at the name, head darting around in search for the source of the watery call, "oh, thank the archons!"
Your papa comes barreling towards you, unshed tears glistening in his dark brown eyes as he wraps his arms around your frazzled form, "you're safe..! You're safe..."
"P-Papa..." Tears, once again, well up in your pretty [colour] orbs, and you sniffle at the tightness of his hold, "...papa..!"
You let out a cry, sobbing into his shoulder, "I-I'm so sorry..!"
"You're okay, pearl, you're oka-y!" The usually stoic captain's voice cracks, and he sniffles with you. As your tears die down, he straightens himself and clears his throat, turning towards your onlookers, "thank you, for bringing [name] back safe."
Paimon tiltes her head slightly, "Hm? Doesn't he know that they're...?" She eyes you shaking your head rapidly and a lightbulb goes off in Paimon's head, "Ooh! Paimon gets it. Yes! We kept them very safe indeed! Hehe."
"Of course, sir," Aether nods respectfully, Xiao simply dozing off into his thoughts.
"Papa," You gently call his attention, "have you seen Zhongli anywhere?"
The man scoffs, "Where haven't I seen him? He's been frantic since you left. He's either by the pavillion or the terrace. You've given the young man quite the fright."
You sweatdrop.
"Ah, y-yes..." You give your papa one more shaky smile, planting a grateful kiss on his scruffy cheek, "I'll be back soon okay? I promise I won't be going anywhere again."
"Hmph, you better... now, come on you lot! We could use a few more hands down by the docks!"
Xiao promptly disappears at that, with Paimon groaning and Aether simply smiling and giving a polite nod before heading off to help.
With that, the young archon begins making their way towards the destinated areas, checking the pavillion first before heading up to the terrace.
Anxiety pulses in your heart momentarily, but you quickly dismisses it--like papa said, Zhongli had been frantic, so you have nothing to worry about.
Making your way up the stairs, you ignore the eyes of a certain ginger who walks opposite to you, watching as you pass him by.
Reaching the top, disbelief takes over your very being.
Your jaw drops and your shoulders sag at the amount of shock coursing through you.
There, atop the end of the terrace, was Zhongli talking to a man only a few blue hairs taller than him.
His clothes are slightly tattered, and still loose, reflecting colours of the ocean depths. His skin, though pale, is slightly bruised. And although his brows are furrowed ever so slightly, the smallest of smiles rests confortably on his thin lips.
It was Osial.
Your brother.
Your brother.
Talking to Zhongli.
The geo archon.
Civilly.
How in the abyss were you suppose to react to this?
How the hell are you suppose to approach them?
Do you say hi to your brother first? Would Zhongli be offended? Or do you greet your lover? But wouldn't Osial be mad then? You couldn't really just waltz over either, you'd just been recovered from hiding. What does someone even say after that?
Your mind races with these conflicted thoughts, eyes dazed and mouth still agape in shock.
You blink.
"Ah, [name]," Your brother addresses you first, the two men turning their attention to your figure, "dear one..."
His gaze is soft, a regretful look on his features. His shoulders are no longer held back and squared, and his chin is no longer held up so high. Sadness overwhelms him at your lack of response.
You continue to stare, only taking small, slow steps towards them.
"I..." He sighs, "my dearest kin... I am so... sorry. Truly. It was I, who was corrupt, not you. Never you." His throat tightens, but he continues.
"So many years under trapped under the surface made my mind weary, and I was easily influenced by those you call the Fatui. I had not meant to hurt you, or cause you great fear... My mind was overwhelmed by anger when I was told that the very God who entrapped me had stolen you, forcefully entrapturing you," Osial closes his eyes in remorse, "it is only now that I learn it was all a ploy, and for that, I deeply apologi--"
He stops mid sentence, eyes snapping open in surprise with a silent breath.
Once within arms length, you had thrown your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his chest with watery eyes. Osial looks down at you in bewilderment, Zhongli quietly chuckling at his expression off to the side.
You sniffle.
"I'm just glad you're still here, big brother..."
Blood rushes to the male's cheeks at the sentiment, and his own eyes begin to gloss over with unshed tears. He takes in a sharp breath, holding you close and tight. He rests his chin atop your head.
"As am I, dear one... I had taken you for granted..." Osial is the first to pull away, smiling down at you gently.
He cups your cheek in his hand, caressing it gently, "My, how you've grown... so beautiful and mature now. I've missed you, little one."
"And I, you, dear brother..." You smile tearfully back up at him, leaning into his familial touch. He places a loving kiss on your forehead before releasing you, stepping away and looking towards the former geo archon.
Your eyes draw towards the dark haired man, stomach fluttering while your heart does flips.
Zhongli smiles down at you fondly, gaze soft. He steps towards you, outstretching his arms before pulling you into a secure embrace. He nestles his nose unto your head, breathing in your familiar scent.
"You had me so incredibly worried..." You flush at his bold affection, nuzzling him back.
"I know... I'm sorry."
He pulls back to look at you, cupping your face in his hands, "It's alright, my love. You're here now, and we're safe. Everyone is."
Your breath hitches in your throat, heart thumping from his endearment. He leans closer to you, nose brushing against your as his eyes grow half lidded.
"...I'm overjoyed that you're safe--"
"Ahem," Osial clears his throat, interrupting you.
Your face blossoms in heat with embarrassment, and you turn away in shame from your brother. Osial's arms cross with a deadpan look on his face.
"Not in front of me, you overgrown reptile," Osial hisses.
Zhongli rolls his eyes.
"Blink, then, you water-born cretin."
With that, Zhongli leans down and captures your lips in a long overdue kiss.
A squeak escapes you at his uncharacteristic vigor, though you figure he's doing so to get on your brother's nerves. Despite that, you can't help but indulge, eyes fluttering shut and humming into the kiss.
Your mind goes haywire at the feeling of his tongue gently running over the plump flesh of your lips. You can feel his breath through his nose caressing you, the air breaking upon contact with your skin, and he moans lowly against your mouth.
Osial gags at the sight, "Alright--alright! That's enough! Get your filthy hands off of my family, you decrepit fossil!"
It's safe to say that his protests went on unheard.
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Lilith Chillin' Areas - Part 3 (Patio) (Availible for Everyone!)
Hi, everyone!
I'm here with a small set this month. We are continuing the Lilith series where we left off. I've taken a little vacation this month because I've been shutting myself away at home during the winter. Everything is fine now and I'm ready to make new sets. I didn't want to spend this month empty, and I was able to do a set, even if it was small. This time our theme is the "Patio". The highlight of the set is the pergola. When making this item, I tried a method that I had not tried before. If you've noticed on Maxis objects, sometimes there are small wear and tear. I was excited to try this for the first time. And I liked the result. I hope you enjoy it too. (Of course, I also added the untouched version.) The thing that bothered me the most in the pergola was the lighting. It is necessary to calculate the reflection of light on the object and paint it by hand, and this was really difficult. But I found another method, so I'm not afraid of making light anymore :)
Anyway. There are a total of 12 items in the set. The inspiration for the set is the "Grotta Collection" belongs to Crate&Barrel. Although I couldn't do the exact same thing, I tried to compare it as much as I could.
I think it was the most Maxis Match set I've ever done. Let's see, what will you guys think? The items included in the set are listed below.
Armcahir
Chaise Lounge
Coffee Table
Loveseat
Ottoman
Pergola (New and Used)
Pillows (2 version)
Potted Plants (2 version)
Rug
You can find everything included in the set by typing "Lilith3".
I hope you will like it! ❤️❤️❤️
Public Release: May 21st, 2023 (Availible for Everyone!)
DOWNLOAD AT:
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PATREON
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Gale's Tent
Big beautiful blue color (MtG blue?)
Interesting sigilled rug, it's pretty and technical without being ostentatious. Little sitting corner with a basket, a crafe of water, a little pillow, a scale I don't recognize, an hourglass, some herbs, a bag?, a simple bowl, and a ball.
A desk with a potion rack, plus a crate full of potions, and a chest.
A crystal ball, a telescope, some notes and a quill with inkwell, an empty potion bottle, a funnel, piles of books in and out of the tent, a barrel.
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CC list #1 for Shady Ripperdoc Center🎦:
CC list #2 HERE
Home Improvement || Cheap and Chipped || Hippocrate Medical CC || Netrunner set || Pipes || Pipes || Wallpaper || Plastic Curtain || Lightbox || Cyberpunk restaurant neon sign [Patreon] || Vertical ramen sign [Patreon] ||
Animated fire barrel || Animated steam drain || Animated steam || Bar bottles || Bathroom aids || Bathroom towel || Beckoning cat || Bed/cabinet/counter || Beer bottle || Blood bags || Blood splatter ||
Cabinet/plate shelve/mini boiler || Cardboard box || Carboard rug || Ceiling exit sign || Ceiling/Floor - A - B - C -D || Cereal boxes/table stain || Clothes basket/clothes/shoes || Clothes rack - A - B || Coffee tray || Conduit || Cork board || Cyberpunk neons/vending machine ||
Detective board || Dirtied pots || Dirty dishes || Door panel || Door || Door || Drain || Drink crate || Elevator || File cabinet || Floor dirt || Floor mess || Folding chair || Food clutter/frying pan || Fridge ||
Garage door (deco) || Graffiti van || Graffiti || Graffiti || Hanging clothes || Ice bucket || Ice machine || Janitor cart || Laptop (deco) || Lattice beam || Light strip || Light ||
Mailbox || Medicine cabinet || Metal beam/spandrel/platform/vent-fan/divider || Mirror || Morgue door ||
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weekly update
Hello everyone, and happy Sunday! We hope the weather has been just how you like it (☀️ in the northern hemisphere, ❄️ in the southern hemisphere!), and that your upcoming week is filled only with the best things.
The updates for this week can be found under the cut — onwards and upwards! ✨
— Base Game
Caress Stacking Crates, The Fairest Trade Crate Display, debug April Showers Watering Can, Book: Gardening, Bug Spray, Clipper, Extract Bottle, Fertilizer Jar, Handsaw, Ingredients Sack, Spray, and Welding Torch conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.
— Expansion Packs
Cottage Living
Debug Burlap Sack, Flower Bucket, Onion Crate, Simple Living Cookbook, Soil Sack, Soil Sacks Pile and Water Spigot Planter conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.
High School Years
Armoire for the Ages conversion by @simsco has been added.
Debug Barrel Half, Metal Planter (Large), Metal Planter (Small), and Wooden Planter Box conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.
Growing Together
Dining is Groovy! v.1 by Kindermade; Dining is Groovy! v.3 by Kindermade; GreatShapes Great Nights Bed; Not Your Grandma’s Drawers, Your Table; Privacy is Groovy! by Kindermade; and Woven Whims Cane Weave Double Bed conversions by @simsco have been added.
Antique Rug (Of Mysterious Origin) conversion by @communicores has been added.
Horse Ranch
Rancher's Water Feature, debug Rounded Metal Planter (Large), Rounded Metal Planter (Small), and Rusty Garden Flower Sculpture conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.
— Game Packs
Outdoor Retreat
The Gordian Smooch and Lumber Jack’s Coffee Table conversions by @simsco have been added.
Debug Bucket, Hand Fashioned Planter Box, and Handmade Garden Pot conversions by @tvickiesims have been added.
Dream Home Decorator
Smooth Single Slumber and Swingin’ Single Bed conversions by @simsco have been added.
My Wedding Stories
Not Quite the Ghost Chair and Woven with Love Chair conversions by @simsco have been added.
Werewolves
Kristopher's Planter and debug Industrial Palette conversions by @tvickiesims has been added.
— Kits
Book Nook
The Genremax Loveseat (+ add-on), Perfectly Round End Table, Rounded Coffee Table, and The Self-Care Book Tray conversions by @simsco have been added.
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The Blind Rider Ch20
RUMOUR
Magnus signalled to you towards it, giving you space to move in front of him. “After you.”
“A secret room?” You whispered fascinated, your tone almost dream-like, as you followed his instructions and descended the stairs with him behind you.
The clock door closed behind him with the same noises, as you reached the bottom and a metal gate that raised. You crossed it as Magnus followed quietly, entering a large room made entirely of stone, with six large columns that turned into beautiful arches onto the ceiling into ribbed vaults. There were some metal gratings on their middle as the only source of natural light, although some simple fire chandeliers were tied to a couple of them, matching groups of scattered lit candles around the room. There were wood crates, barrels, and other long forgotten storage that clearly started to create spider webs from being there forever.
However, there were some signs that people frequented the place. In a corner there was a pensive with a triptych without its former resident, only a vague scenery painted clearly missing someone, while on the other side was a board with white chalk writings that looked suspiciously like Sebastian’s handwriting. You approached it carefully to inspect, realizing there was a spot with a rug that looked fluffy and inviting with some assorted pillows. You smiled, “Magnus, what is this place?”
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Best early Black Friday furniture deals: Get a headstart with up to 70% off top retailers
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Best early Black Friday furniture deals: Get a headstart with up to 70% off top retailers
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Major early Black Friday furniture deals are happening now on seating, rugs, beds, and more from Burrow, Crate & Barrel, Home Depot, and West Elm.
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Major Study: Digital Media Art
Exploring the integration of industrial elements involves finding the delicate equilibrium between enhancing realism and prioritizing aesthetic appeal.
In the realm of 3D environment creation, the meticulous selection and strategic placement of assets play a pivotal role in shaping the immersive experience of a scene. Specifically focusing on my recent project centered around the Nissan GTR 35, a significant challenge that arose was the effective integration of industrial components within the garage space, aiming to amplify the scene's authenticity while preserving its aesthetic allure. This blog entry will delve into the intricate creative decisions I encountered during this process, the delicate equilibrium I aimed to strike between authenticity and visual appeal, as well as the invaluable insights gleaned from curating harmonious and cohesive environments.
Exploring the Significance of Industrial Elements in the Scene Industrial elements assume a fundamental role in establishing the ambiance and narrative of a 3D environment, acting as essential building blocks for portraying a rich, detailed setting. Amidst my project scope, the garage emerged as a critical location where the Nissan GTR 35 embarks on its journey, underscoring the necessity of infusing the space with industrial assets that seamlessly blend into a high-performance automotive environment. Instruments such as meticulously chosen tool racks, strategically placed oil drums, thoughtfully scattered crates, and carefully positioned machinery were instrumental in fleshing out the scene, fostering a sense of practicality and lived-in vibrancy.
These industrial components were not mere props but rather narrative threads woven with intent. The presence of top-tier industrial apparatus not only conveys the technical prowess and precision crucial for maintaining the GTR 35 but also hints at the ongoing meticulous work and dynamic ethos enveloping the space. Opting for these specific assets aimed to establish a garage that exudes authenticity and functionality, mirroring the elevated standards characteristic of automotive engineering environments.
Striking a Fine Balance Between Realism and Aesthetic Allure A primary hurdle encountered in integrating industrial elements lay in harmonizing the demands of realism with those of visual appeal. Striking a delicate equilibrium entailed ensuring that the chosen assets not only felt organic and fitting within the context but also contributed to enhancing the scene's visual impact without overshadowing or cluttering the space.
To navigate this intricate balance, I initiated by meticulously analyzing the garage layout. The positioning of industrial assets followed a logical trajectory inspired by real-world scenarios: tool storage units found their place adjacent to workstations, oil drums occupied unobtrusive yet accessible corners, and machinery was strategically aligned to suggest an operational and efficient workflow. This strategic approach guaranteed that the environment emanated a natural and functional essence.
Nonetheless, realism alone failed to suffice. I had to factor in how these elements integrated into the scene's overall composition. Leveraging the color palettes and textures of the industrial assets served to create visual juxtapositions, guiding the viewer's gaze towards focal points such as the vehicle or the garage entrance. By juxtaposing weathered metal barrels and timeworn tool chests against sleek, polished surfaces, I crafted a visual interplay that juxtaposed the rugged with the refined.
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Modern furniture retailer faces classic kinks in customer service
When Victor Tam bought a condo in 2010, he wanted to furnish it in Scandinavian style without falling for the familiar trappings of IKEA. Looking around, he found that many retailers were "ridiculously priced," with sofas so costly he thought he could otherwise furnish an entire room.
Studying the marketplace, he found a world of markups as furniture passes through the hands of manufacturers, importers, distributors and retailers. So he partnered with some old friends from the e-commerce sector to launch a company that cuts out the middlemen.
The result was Rove Concepts, launched in 2011, a primarily Web-focused furniture company that oversees everything from design to delivery. The Vancouver-based firm purports to have generated $20-million (U.S.) in revenue in its last fiscal year, selling Scandinavian-inspired, mid-century modern furniture at a relatively low cost across North America.
The company tries for price points that would make them the fast-fashion of the furniture world – Mr. Tam invokes trendy clothing retailer Zara – but with the flair of a coveted boutique. To achieve this, Mr. Tam and his partners say they need to focus on making its small-firm customer service consistent across the vast continent.
"There's no point in thinking that one day we'll be the next Crate and Barrel," says Mr. Tam, the company's chief marketing officer. "They're doing well in their space. We see ourselves as flying under the radar and capturing the audience that doesn't want to run with the masses."
Mr. Tam and co-founders Arthur Lee and Brendan Burscough began by manufacturing replicas of high-demand furniture, such as the classic Eames Lounge Chair. The company has since rolled out its own exclusive product lines. Rove works with co-operative factories in China and Vietnam and sources handmade rugs from India, Mr. Tam says. They have recruited designers who partner directly with the factories.
Rove imports its products to sell across North America – primarily online, though they do have a showroom in Vancouver. The company has four warehouses, two in Canada and two in the United States, and works with a third-party logistics firm that has more than a half-dozen warehouses of its own.
Improving logistics and distribution is the next frontier for Rove, Mr. Tam says. Some past customers would be inclined to agree; the company has dealt with negative feedback on websites such as Yelp.
Working with a third-party distributor is necessary for a company the size of Rove, the co-founder believes, in order to get its relatively small number of orders to far-flung cities. But improving the delivery process is top of mind.
"The final mile is where the customer is actually getting that last experience with your company – the guys showing up to the door, delivering it and unpacking it and giving that service," Mr. Tam says. "That's the challenge: giving that consistency of service across the continent."
The Challenge: How can a small company like Rove Concepts improve its supply chain to ensure high-quality delivery no matter where the customer is?
When Victor Tam bought a condo in 2010, he wanted to furnish it in Scandinavian style without falling for the familiar trappings of IKEA. Looking around, he found that many retailers were "ridiculously priced," with sofas so costly he thought he could otherwise furnish an entire room.
Studying the marketplace, he found a world of markups as furniture passes through the hands of manufacturers, importers, distributors and retailers. So he partnered with some old friends from the e-commerce sector to launch a company that cuts out the middlemen.
The result was Rove Concepts, launched in 2011, a primarily Web-focused furniture company that oversees everything from design to delivery. The Vancouver-based firm purports to have generated $20-million (U.S.) in revenue in its last fiscal year, selling Scandinavian-inspired, mid-century modern furniture at a relatively low cost across North America.
The company tries for price points that would make them the fast-fashion of the furniture world – Mr. Tam invokes trendy clothing retailer Zara – but with the flair of a coveted boutique. To achieve this, Mr. Tam and his partners say they need to focus on making its small-firm customer service consistent across the vast continent.
"There's no point in thinking that one day we'll be the next Crate and Barrel," says Mr. Tam, the company's chief marketing officer. "They're doing well in their space. We see ourselves as flying under the radar and capturing the audience that doesn't want to run with the masses."
Mr. Tam and co-founders Arthur Lee and Brendan Burscough began by manufacturing replicas of high-demand furniture, such as the classic Eames Lounge Chair. The company has since rolled out its own exclusive product lines. Rove works with co-operative factories in China and Vietnam and sources handmade rugs from India, Mr. Tam says. They have recruited designers who partner directly with the factories.
Rove imports its products to sell across North America – primarily online, though they do have a showroom in Vancouver. The company has four warehouses, two in Canada and two in the United States, and works with a third-party logistics firm that has more than a half-dozen warehouses of its own.
Improving logistics and distribution is the next frontier for Rove, Mr. Tam says. Some past customers would be inclined to agree; the company has dealt with negative feedback on websites such as Yelp.
Working with a third-party distributor is necessary for a company the size of Rove, the co-founder believes, in order to get its relatively small number of orders to far-flung cities. But improving the delivery process is top of mind.
"The final mile is where the customer is actually getting that last experience with your company – the guys showing up to the door, delivering it and unpacking it and giving that service," Mr. Tam says. "That's the challenge: giving that consistency of service across the continent."
The Challenge: How can a small company like Rove Concepts improve its supply chain to ensure high-quality delivery no matter where the customer is?
When Victor Tam bought a condo in 2010, he wanted to furnish it in Scandinavian style without falling for the familiar trappings of IKEA. Looking around, he found that many retailers were "ridiculously priced," with sofas so costly he thought he could otherwise furnish an entire room.
Studying the marketplace, he found a world of markups as furniture passes through the hands of manufacturers, importers, distributors and retailers. So he partnered with some old friends from the e-commerce sector to launch a company that cuts out the middlemen.
The result was Rove Concepts, launched in 2011, a primarily Web-focused furniture company that oversees everything from design to delivery. The Vancouver-based firm purports to have generated $20-million (U.S.) in revenue in its last fiscal year, selling Scandinavian-inspired, mid-century modern furniture at a relatively low cost across North America.
The company tries for price points that would make them the fast-fashion of the furniture world – Mr. Tam invokes trendy clothing retailer Zara – but with the flair of a coveted boutique. To achieve this, Mr. Tam and his partners say they need to focus on making its small-firm customer service consistent across the vast continent.
"There's no point in thinking that one day we'll be the next Crate and Barrel," says Mr. Tam, the company's chief marketing officer. "They're doing well in their space. We see ourselves as flying under the radar and capturing the audience that doesn't want to run with the masses."
Mr. Tam and co-founders Arthur Lee and Brendan Burscough began by manufacturing replicas of high-demand furniture, such as the classic Eames Lounge Chair. The company has since rolled out its own exclusive product lines. Rove works with co-operative factories in China and Vietnam and sources handmade rugs from India, Mr. Tam says. They have recruited designers who partner directly with the factories.
Rove imports its products to sell across North America – primarily online, though they do have a showroom in Vancouver. The company has four warehouses, two in Canada and two in the United States, and works with a third-party logistics firm that has more than a half-dozen warehouses of its own.
Improving logistics and distribution is the next frontier for Rove, Mr. Tam says. Some past customers would be inclined to agree; the company has dealt with negative feedback on websites such as Yelp.
Working with a third-party distributor is necessary for a company the size of Rove, the co-founder believes, in order to get its relatively small number of orders to far-flung cities. But improving the delivery process is top of mind.
"The final mile is where the customer is actually getting that last experience with your company – the guys showing up to the door, delivering it and unpacking it and giving that service," Mr. Tam says. "That's the challenge: giving that consistency of service across the continent."
The Challenge: How can a small company like Rove Concepts improve its supply chain to ensure high-quality delivery no matter where the customer is?
THE EXPERTS WEIGH IN
Gal Raz, associate professor of operations management, Ivey Business School, University of Western Ontario, London, Ont.
The furniture supply chain is unique in its challenges and causes of defects, due to many supply-chain touch points, the bulkiness of the items and the chain's complexity. The key issue for Rove is supply chain control. There are two ways they could approach this.
Right now their furniture is built to order elsewhere. But if instead Rove could get raw materials to assemble in their own warehouses, they would have more control, resulting in less damaged or incorrect goods. Holding raw materials is cheaper, too.
Another option is to keep the current supply chain but align its goals and incentives around quality and standardization. Having multiple quality checkpoints (at the port and the warehouses) is more costly, but achieves more accountability with respect to the problems' origin. You have to align incentives with the chain for both the risks and the revenues. Revenue-sharing contracts can make sure partners guarantee quality.
Rick Cleveland, director of education and accreditation, Supply Chain Management Association, Toronto
The first rule of supply chain is to understand how you add value for the consumer. Rove has found a niche with Scandinavian styling priced for an online-savvy niche market. They need to ensure the members of their supply chain are selected for the value they add through responsiveness, quality or cost, but it must be viewed from the impact to the consumer, not the next step in the chain.
There may be issues with customer delivery expectations, as shipments from Asia, where low-cost labour is available, require long lead times. But depending on when replenishment orders are triggered from consumer Web browsing or purchases, this delay can be mitigated somewhat.
The "final mile" becomes the critical differentiator. The customer experience of delivery and setup can enhance or detract from the sense of having made the right purchase – buyer's satisfaction vs. buyer's remorse. With the use of a third-party (or fourth-party) logistics partner, the outbound delivery teams should be contracted to receive training from Rove or at the very least an overview of the company position and expectations.
Ensieh Daniali, a certified Supply Chain Management Professional and procurement officer for Elmira Pet Products, Elmira, Ont.
I'm not sure what their core competency is: distribution or manufacturing? In retail industry each of these two need different metrics to evaluate business success. What about service level? Is there an assessment system to show you the percentage of customer satisfaction?
A tighter focus can help. What kind of competitive advantage are they focusing on? Low price? High quality? Luxury goods? Each customer category has its own definition of expectation.
In terms of logistics and distribution, they need to find the tradeoff when it comes to centralized or decentralized warehousing. Have they ever done a process analysis to identify deficiencies and gaps? They may or may not need a new warehouse location or new resources but will have to review their chain and find the bottleneck within their processes, systems and people.
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