#genshin Anastasia AU

[thisrobinisred]

So- I decided to actually attempt to write for the Kaebedo Anastasia AU. As I don’t have an account on AO3, I’m going to have to post it here. This is my first time doing something like this, so any advice would be appreciated :)

Also @thegorb-irl Thankyou for reading through this for me lmao

Warnings : Slight Violence, mentions of blood, Albedos OOC at the moment but in future parts it shouldn’t be too bad, Kaeya doesn’t appear in the prologue.

This does follow the storyline of Anastasia, so certain tweaks to both source materials have been made

Prologue - once upon a December’s dream

Khaenri’ah - 1907

The six year-old boy shifted his weight, now facing the woman sat on the end of his bed, a small frown painted onto his face. Ushering him towards her, the boy complied as he shuffled forwards - still refusing to meet her gaze. 

“Nana,” the boy started, finally looking up, “Do you really have to leave us?”

The Dowager Empress sighed before a small smile made its way onto her face, her fingers threading through a section of the boy’s ashy-blonde hair.

“Yes, Albedo. I will be leaving for Fontaine, but I won’t be gone forever,” the woman spoke as she took her grandson’s hands into her own. A pout was still visible on Albedo’s face, clearly unhappy about her leaving in the first place. However, as the boy began to ponder his own thoughts and consider the last part of her statement, his lips slightly tugged upwards. Majority of his worries had seemed to ease, yet had definitely not left his mind completely.

“I have something to give you, so that a part of me will always be with you.” the woman began to speak in a hushed voice whilst she reached over to the spot next to where she was sat. Albedo held his hands out, unsure of what to expect, yet he was excited nevertheless. Something slightly heavy had been placed in his hands, he opened his eyes to be greeted by a music box, decorated in intricate trimmings. His grin continued to spread across his face when she continued speaking.

“We will see each other again in Fontaine, this is something that I promise.” she claimed, a fond smile had took place as her expression, content with how she was saying goodbye to her grandson. Helping him open the music box, it began to play a calming tune, one that the two of them knew very well; even if it was made up of metallic notes. Almost instantly, she began singing the lullaby, with albedo eventually joining in. Describing a Decembers Dream, one that sounded beautiful and was a joy to think of. A sort of light glimmered in the six year-olds eyes: perhaps it was determination towards their future promise, or purely child wonder. When the lullaby came to an end, they both laughed slightly with any sense of melancholy seemingly disappearing for all but a moment. 

Khaenri’ah - 1917

That had been the last time he had seen his grandmother, The Dowager Empress - Rhinedottir. In what felt like a blink of the eye, ten years had whizzed by. Albedo was no longer just a child, but instead sixteen years-old. Despite how much time had passed by, he still hadn’t seen his grandmother since that fateful night. Frequently he would listen to the music box, the metallic notes, clicks and gears were a comforting melody, one that could momentarily fill the gap she had left behind.

Life continued on, after all it doesn’t wait for anyone, no matter their age or status. 

It was meant to be a wonderful evening, one filled with joy, festivities and splendour. It was meant to be filled with laughter, conversations and music echoing throughout the hall. And it was.

At least at the start of the night.

Albedo and his family - the Kreideprinz’s - were all in very similar clothing, all draped in silks and jewels that were fit for a royal family. He had spent the night dancing with his sisters, his mother and his father. He had gotten to enjoy his younger sister’s laughter, her bubbly demeanour that came with young age.

But none of it lasted.

BANG!

Gunshots rang out, shattering the hall’s windows. The people - their subjects - were rioting, No. Revolting. 

This was the people’s revolution.

It was a horrific sight, numerous bodies had dropped to the floor - puddles of blood spilling out from where they collapsed.

His family were frantically trying to escape. After all, the people were enraged because of them, there would be no way of negotiating.

Albedo followed them in their panic, before realising something, more rather the lack of something.

He rushed back in to the hall, grabbing the metal music box. The music box that once provided comfort couldn’t even help him now, but he refused to let it go.

Without a second to waste, Albedo picked up his pace as he headed towards the large corridors. Only a few minutes ago he had looked finely dressed, graceful even. But now his braids had fallen out, and he most likely looked very dishevelled; for once he didn’t care about that.

BANG!

Albedo froze.

Pain seared through his body, his eyes had widened.

He didn’t dare look down at his body, he didn’t want to look at the cause.

Everything went completely silent.

Albedo’s world had gone completely dark at age sixteen.

Fontaine - 1917

Rhinedottir’s knees nearly buckled at the news, and it was not due to her old age. She had let out a shriek, one filled with grief and horror, a shriek unfit for someone like her. She had began to sob.

“All of them?! My whole family, executed?!” She had managed to speak through her sobs, confused and horrified by what she had been told. A hand against her back ushered her to move forward - to continue onwards into the shelter of her home.

And for a while, the whole world believed that The Dowager Empress Rhinedottir Kreideprinz was the only Kreideprinz left.

Next

[reebmasul]

someone holds me safe and warm

[moonshinecanvasproductions]

I sort of had this dream of a 'technically is but technically isn't Anastasia' AU for Scaramouche, borrowing from both the 1997 movie and the musical. More under the cut.

Basically, Nahida stumbles across records of a person named 'Kunikuzushi' but Ei angrily takes away the records.

Zhongli explains to Nahida about the Cataclysm that unalived Ei's sister Makoto and her first son, Kunikuzushi along with many other people the archons loved, including Nahida's predecessor.

One day, as Nahida got older, she decides to find out the truth about the Cataclysm in secret.

Meanwhile, Scaramouche is a member of the Fatui who has no memories of his past (having them being manipulated by Dottore to think that his birth mother hated him and abandoned him)

Lo and behold, due to Deus Ex MachinaTM, while investigating an old house, Scara and Nahida stumble upon each other.

Recognizing Nahida, Scara decides to attempt kidnapping her too along with those valuable artefacts he was searching for.

However, during the ChaseTM, Scara trips and falls down. Nahida recognizes a drawing of a boy resembling him.

After some persuasion, Nahida asks Scara some questions about his past and Scara is an Unreliable NarratorTM.

Nahida puts 2 and 2 and realizes Scara MAY be Kunikuzushi.

She offers a deal: If she helps him find out about his past, Nahida will hand over her Gnosis to him. After all, a young man will get a family and hopefully, some ghosts can be put to rest.

Scara initially thinks this is all sus but curiosity wins over and he decides to investigate.

Signora overhears everything and decides that she's not gonna let Scara have the Gnosis. In fact, no one but her will have the Gnosis

She reports to Dottore about this and he merely says something cryptic abt patience and the right opportunity.

Meanwhile, on the journey to Inazuma, Nahida educates Scara on Kunikuzushi's past, the archons, Ei and more.

When she brings up Yae Miko, she didn't hear him grumble "I always hated that damn fox!"

As they go on the trip, Scara sort of mellows out and he warms up to Nahida, seeing her as a sister.

During a boat ride, one of the ships is hijacked by the Fatui. But Nahida's a smart girl so eventually, she finds a way to reach Inazuma in time for Ei's birthday. Along the way, they learn more secrets abt themselves and the Cataclysm

Signora is surprise surprise, none too pleased so she decides to take measures into her own hands alongside Dottore.

Of course, the other archons are here to visit Ei and either Venti or Yae Miko could be Sophie/Lily.

Venti/Yae Miko interview Scara to make sure he's the real deal bc of some imposters in the past making Ei cynical abt the idea that Kunikuzushi's alive. Scara passes all the questions including a personal one on the feather. A question all the imposters failed.

So they spruce him up for the celebration and Nahida excuses herself to talk to Ei.

Ei however, is none too happy about all of this. Thinking Nahida was being deceived and that "No matter how hard that imposter will try, he will NEVER be Kunikuzushi!"

Scara overhears this and becomes angry at the betrayal. As well as him still having some of Dottore's manipulated memories resurface.

Scara goes rogue and attacks, causing Signora and Dottore to emerge. The Fatui attack Inazuma.

After a MASSIVE calling out from Nahida, Ei decides to at least open up her heart and try to believe Scara but when she arrives, she sees Yae Miko unconscious.

Nahida attempts to talk to Scara but it's futile. Ei intervenes and attempts to reason with him, saying the words she said long ago: "Go! Be free my little bird..."

Scara remembers his past and shows his feather to her. Ei recognizes it and knows it's the real deal.

But the family reunion is cut short bc of Dottore and Signora

The archons throw hands and there's an epic battle where Ei kills Signora like in the game

Scara decides to deal with Dottore himself, killing Dottore by declaring that it was all for vengeance.

And so, everyone can now truly celebrate and live happily ever after.

Well, Kunikuzushi/Scara states that now he knows his family, he's gonna explore the world for a while and bids them a Scara-style farewell for now.

Ei is content with knowing her son is alive and allows him to see the world, knowing one day, he'll come back (she's right)

[chaotickitty45]

Oops my pen slipped

[genshinthingsandmore]

Some art for International Women's Day!

[explicitred]

How will the streamers react it yn's VA singing once a upon a December from Anastasia after his prince kin was released

I can already tell how many fanarts,comics and animation this will have

Once Upon a December - Streamer AU, Prince Skin (Male Reader)

October 19 (3)

Tumblr Posting Marathon: https://at.tumblr.com/explicitred/tumblr-posting-marathon-oct-17-cyno-headcanons/8sy6ewfg7r6k

Y/N??? The Genshin character’s VA, singing Once Upon A December from Anastasia???? They are very ecstatic! TOO ecstatic.

These following characters would listen to your song on loop. It doesn’t matter where they are, whether they're at school, in a meeting, wherever. Kazuha, Venti, Itto, Cyno (He'd be really secretive about it), Tighnari

They would spend most of their stream reviewing and watching animations, reading comics, and searching up fanart of you singing your song. Albedo, Childe, Xiao, Alhaitham (He'd just stare at a fanart of you for four hours straight lol), Tighnari

Albedo would spend his stream sketching and drawing you more frequently. He made an animation of his own using the original video (Once Upon a Dec) as a reference. The Chalk Prince also has drawings that he keeps for himself, not even letting his stream viewers see it. He has a smile visible on his face whenever he sees his private fanart of you.

These following characters would spend huge amounts of money for more merchandise of you. They definitely already have more than enough merch, yet they continue wanting to buy things related to you. Pierro, Columbina, Pulcinella, Pantalone, Arlecchino, Tartaglia, Sandrone, Scaramouche, La Signora, Il Capitano, Il Dottore (All Fatui Harbingers)

[nymime]

Master-list (i guess)

Most center on Steve Harrington.

HEADCANONS

Steve Cat’s , Steve’s Cat 2, Steve’s Cat 3. Steve Chinchilla.

Steve’s ducks

Ed and Lorraine Warren as Steve’s parents.

Steve being good a Home Ec

Dyslexic Steve

Hyper Mobility Steve

Chess Steve

Latin Steve

Rollerblading Steve

Incorrect quotes

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Random Thoughts, AU’s, Etc.

Stevie Harrington with older brothers.

Angsty Fic Idea

Stevie Harrington

Killer Stevie Harrington

Steve’s Mom

Nonna Lina

Steve knows vocaloid

Blind Steve

Steve as Anastasia Romanoff

Stommy as Kids

Steddie, Au, Au2

Steve in Genshin

Ficlets (I guess)

Steve as Kevin (Home Alone)

Last Birthday

Ophthalmologist visit

Steve Find Bumblebee!

First Gay experience

Don’t Cry

Steve’s Song

Sad Thoughts

Picky Eater Steve

[https-heizou]

kai ⧽ 22 ⧽ they/he ⧽ main: @https-furina

“hmm.. i wonder which criminal mastermind just protested their innocence in court… a liar by the sounds of it.”

deireadh (nation of death) m.list

all my oc info sheets use their genshin!au and modern!au picrews. elizaveta, jia yi & calliope do not have genshin!au picrews. qianzhi uses a genshin!au picrew but she’s a hsr oc.

list of my ongoing ocs;

qianzhi ┊ ┊izumi ┊ ┊chunhua ┊ ┊astraea

tsukiko ┊ ┊leila┊ ┊elise ┊ ┊kami

list of my archived ocs;

miriam ┊ ┊melisande ┊ ┊vivienne ┊ ┊ hestia

yuzuki ┊ ┊jia yi ┊ ┊violette ┊ ┊calliope ┊ ┊elizaveta

seraphine ┊ ┊nasira ┊ ┊nerina ┊ ┊malika

anastasia ┊ ┊adele

archived just means as of right now i’m not building their lore and other additions. you will more than likely see my ongoing ocs while scrolling through this blog.

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the case files for all my oc info sheets (archived included.)

[ information: oc name ] is the new tag for all posts regarding ocs.

✉️ — extra lore ! for misc. posts on my ocs.

📌 ; mutuals’ works for writing my mutuals do for my ships!

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the detective's notes. 001. my fontaine ocs' lore are wip - as are many of the others. 002. violette & nerina especially are headcanon lore right now and subject to change with more of neuvillette's lore. 003. miriam was a self insert oc. 004. i try to keep to the lore with little bends to fit my oc lore. 005. this blog is a safe place for me to ramble about my ocs. hate and judgement will be deleted & blocked. 006. deireadh is entirely my creation and is based on irish & celtic lore.

© https-heizou 2023.

[implexisfatum]

alright, people. welcome to implexisfatum, a genshin impact multimuse written by hailey. i follow back from hampterhaven, so don't freak out if you see that blog pop up in your notifs - i understand folks can be wary around personals following them.

below the cut is my roster, containing canon, original, and AU characters!

CANON!

lumine / viatrix.

jean gunnhildr / leo minor.

rosaria / spinea corona.

eula lawrence / aphros delos.

ganyu / sinae unicornis.

shenhe / crista doloris.

guizhong / regina pulveris.

kamisato ayaka / grus nivis.

sangonomiya kokomi / dracaena somnolenta.

raiden shogun / imperatrix umbrosa.

collei / leptailurus cervarius.

nilou / lotos somno.

rukkhadevata / regina silvarum.

lynette / felis alba.

navia caspar / rosa multiflora.

ORIGINAL!

mitsuhide tsurumi / aquilae intonat.

horikawa suzume / vulpes filia.

tachibana michiru / dolor solis.

tatiana orlova / glacies vindictae.

ildiko / vetus flamma.

avonmora / speculum abyssi.

adelaide rhodes / rubicunda.

nakamura shiori / silva custos.

AU MUSES!

ophelia phamrsolone / argentum clavis.

anastasia nikolaevna romanova / castrum aeternum.

byleth eisner / fraxineae daemonium.

dorothea arnault / carmina divina.

edelgard von hresvelg / fulgur vindictam.

marianne von edmund / vaga bestia.

mercedes von martritz / benevolus animus.

eri / vicissim.

louisa may alcott / parum mulieres.

izumi kyouka / daemonium nivis.

yukina / glacialis gratia.

tamamo-no-mae / divinum exitium.

katniss everdeen / incendia defectionis.

[thisrobinisred]

Technically two chapters in and I still don’t know exactly what I’m doing lmao- I finally decided to make Childe be Gleb but I’m going down a platonic route instead of the original

I haven’t even figured out who I’m going to choose to be Lilly as none of the people I ship venti with have the same personality as her- But enough about that! Also Kaeya and Albedo will actually interact next chapter-

Warnings: Could be ooc, might not make sense at times, follows the plot of Anastasia the musical (hence the use of dialogue and lyrics from it), a few mentions of death I think this is all I need to note?

Words: 3762

Chapter 1 - A Rumor in Snezhnaya

The Neva Flows

A New Wind Blows

And soon it will be spring

Khaenri’ah? - 1927

Making his way through the crowd, the man shifted the flat-cap that was resting on his head. He had dark skin and long, blue hair that was pulled into a ponytail, draped over his shoulder. Majority of the people, that he was swerving in between, were cheering; their pride and joy present in the tone of their voices. Muttering to himself, the man came to a halt when the crowds became thicker. Amidst the sea of people, a single raised podium peered out of the mix of heads and hats. Proudly displayed on front of the podium was a banner with the revolution’s insignia stitched into it; just the sight was enough to repulse him.

Only a few minutes later did a man appear on the podium, holding his head up; prompting the audience to go completely silent, only coughs and slight shuffles could be heard. Just like the other fatui members, he was wearing a large, white and black coat lined with fur. His fiery ginger hair stood out amongst the monotone backdrops of the city, and country for that matter. If the man recalled correctly, then this would make this fatuus Childe, the eleventh of the fatui harbingers (who now governed this horrendous nation). Before speaking, Childe cleared his throat, a serious expression - that didn’t quite fit his face - present. His lips were drawn into a straight line and his eyebrows were furrowed - not a single speck of light seemed to reflect or shine in his eyes.

“We hear you Comrades! The Revolution hears you!” his voice boomed over the crowded plaza, his young age present in his voice.

“Yes our way is long, and the journey will be hard. After all, the chains of the Kreideprinz were heavy.” 

The blue-haired man muttered something under his breath, pulling his flat cap lower. Despite his displeasure at listening to this speech, he made no attempt to move away.

THUD!

Childe slammed his fist against the top of the podium, catching quite a few people off-guard.

“For three long centuries we were bound and entangled in them! Forced to watch them take but never give back! However-!”

“We have broken them!” An animalistic grin breaking out onto his face, it seemed almost unnatural - it made him look crazed. Almost as if planned,  the crowd erupted into applauses and colourful cries. 

From where he stood in the crowd, the man grimaced.

Psychopaths. the lot of them. If this is who’s in control, then, Archons save us.

Leaving no delay, the fatui harbinger continued on with his speech.

“Together, as one, We will forge a new Nation! A fair and compassionate Nation, one that will be the envy of the world!” He was clearly passionate about his cause, continuously making gestures with his hands and arms.

“That is the promise we have made, comrade to comrade.”

“The Kreideprinz’s Khaenri’ah, is now the people’s…”

“Snezhnaya!” Childe proudly exclaimed, his grin still spread from ear to ear.

Taking one last look at the overly happy “Snezhnayans”, the blue-haired man stormed past numerous people: some seemingly mortified, still scarred by what’s now “Snezhnaya’s” history. Making his way through the alleyways and back routes that had been ingrained in his head since a young age, the man began to complain out loud - for all who wanted to hear.

“They can call it Snezhnaya but it will always be Khaenri’ah! New name, same old empty stomachs!” 

His eyes were narrowed; furrowed eyebrows pushing them down slightly further than they already were. He had lowered his pace, yet that didn’t make a difference considering he was walking with long strides. A variety of people threw all sorts of looks at him - ranging from fear, anger and confusion. He decided it would be best to keep his rants for himself, in the safety of his mind. Countless times the fatui had told them that a brighter day would be dawning and that it was, apparently, at hand. Just the thought made him roll his eyes. It was ironic, most days the only weather they received was snow, rain or just miles of raging, grey clouds. If he had any actual faith in the gods, he might’ve even said that it was a punishment from Celestia itself. Much like the last few times he walked these paths, he noticed more houses and tents empty unlike the other days. Quite often it would be those who openly spoke out or resisted the revolution’s changes. After all… 

He who argues disappears.

Mumbling and muttering some more to himself, the man stumbled out onto one of the many overcrowded streets. 

“Hail our brave new land!” A group of bystanders cheered, causing a chorus of people to follow suit, whether it was out of commitment or fear was yet to be decided. In a mocking tone, he joined in their chants and exclamations; to be honest, he held no respect towards thier new leaders - or the revolution. 

People were claiming that Snezhnaya was a nation on the rise, one that was flourishing; he would have to disagree considering the countless people still living in poverty and famine.

“It’s really very friendly!” And that was only if you didn’t mind the spies.

He often overheard people claiming that they were “good and loyal” comrades. It also seemed that suddenly everyone’s favourite colour was red. In the grand scheme of things, their entire situation was gravely underestimated when the people first revolted. Somehow, majority assumed that everything would be better without proper leaders or any important figures. Even ten years later, the economy was still in shambles. It no longer surprised him whenever he heard stories about two dozen or so strangers all having to be crammed into two small rooms. The damned fatui still had the nerves to turn a complete blind eye towards it.

“Everyone will now be seen as equals!” Yeah- as if.

Unfortunately, this appeared to be the apparent price “Snezhnayan’s” would have to pay for their glorious revolution. One thing that nearly every citizen agreed upon, and were thankful for, was the gossip that would spread around their pitiful city. Even as the blue-haired man headed towards his desired location, he couldn’t help but listen in to the many conversations people were immersed in.

“Have you heard?”

“There’s a new rumour going round the *whole* of Snezhnaya!”

“You couldn’t possibly not at least have heard parts of it.”

“You do know what people are saying on the street?”

“Well…”

“Although the King did not survive, one son may be still alive.”

He nearly stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening slightly. He *needed* to know more.

“The Prince Albedo. But please do not repeat-!”

A slight smile creeped onto his face whilst he continued to keep his head down low. Making his way through the other streets, he kept finding out more and more about the rumours concerning the supposedly late Prince Albedo.

“They say her royal grandmama will pay a royal sum to someone who can bring the prince back!”

That was when he got an idea, one that he didn’t realise would completely change his life. Rushing down the street, he quickly barged into the small building; gathering his thoughts for just a moment.

Only a seconds later someone else barged inside, a shorter man with dark, blueish-green hair that was pulled into two short braids at the front. He seemed dishevelled (the first thing that was unusual about him today) and a horror-stricken expression had been painted onto his face (and that was the second thing that seemed unusual about him today). Before he could ask what was wrong, the other man cut him off.

“Kaeya!” He half shrieked and shouted, “They’ve closed another border! We should’ve gotten out of Snezhnaya whilst we still could!”. He had placed his hands on Kaeya’s shoulders, shaking him as if that would help get his point across. Once more Kaeya’s eyes narrowed as he began to fiddle with the end of his ponytail. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he calmed himself down - putting his usual fake smirk on. Kaeya’s know-it-all smile was often used as a defence; it would often be fake, a way of faking confidence, a way of pretending he had it all under control. The shorter man continued to pace around the small room, his hat threatening to slip off of his head.

“Khaenri’ah was lovely whilst royalty was in!” He stated, which was something that the two of them knew very well.

“I called myself a count, as though I’d always been! I hobnobbed with the royals,” he continued to recall whilst his lips tugged upwards ever so slightly, clearly reminiscing about years that had passed. Within a matter of seconds it changed into a frown.

“But then a change of luck-! The king is dead, the royals fled and comrade now we’re stuck!”

The man had turned to face Kaeya whilst he said that, once again shaking him by his shoulders. Debating it in his head once more, Kaeya realised that his idea might actually be their one way out of this hell-hole.

“Venti,” Kaeya spoke, a grin dawning on his face. Venti had loosened his grip on Kaeya’s shoulders, allowing his arms to drop by his sides. One of Venti’s eyebrows raised whilst he waited for Kaeya to continue speaking.

“I’ve been thinking about the prince Albedo.” Kaeya announced, his confidence not wavering in the slightest. Almost immediately, Venti’s face practically dropped.

“Not you too, Kaeya!” He groaned, Venti covered his face with his hands - already sick of hearing the constant whispers of a prince who was meant to be dead. Slouching slightly, Kaeya placed a hand on Venti’s back, his other hand making gestures as he began to sell his plan to the (no-longer) Count - Venti.

“Sure, it’s a rumour, purely a mystery, but-! It’s the Prince Albedo who will help us fly!” Kaeya proclaimed, a grin had spread right across his face. Venti started to catch onto what Kaeya was suggesting; his eyes widening slightly for a few seconds. Kaeya picked a red scarf up from the table in the corner of the room and begun wrapping it around his neck, even whilst doing this he didn’t stop speaking.

“You and I, friend,” Kaeya exclaimed as he quickly shot his arm out and pointed at Venti.

“Will go down, in history!” Kaeya claimed, flinging both of his arms up in the air, a genuine smile on his face. He pulled the door open and gestured for venti to go through, giving him a dramatic small bow as Venti passed by. Venti’s lips were curled into a small, yet smug, smile. Side-by-side, the two of them walked down the overly-packed streets of the city. In an attempt to keep up with the taller man, Venti had to do a sort of jog. The wind whistled in his ears, which was a surprisingly calming sound amidst the chaos of the always-awake city. Venti’s gaze flickered over to his friend, who (to nobody’s surprise) was still rambling.

“We’ll find a boy to the play the part and teach him what to say, dress him up! And take him to Fontaine.” He over-exaggerated a fake accent on the last word. His head was tilted slightly as he turned it to look at Venti, who greeted him with a grin.

“Imagine the reward his old grandmama would pay!” Venti exclaimed, clearly onboard with the idea now. 

“Who else could pull it off but you and me!” The two exclaimed as they linked arms.

The two men passed the now mainly empty plaza, only the likes of Childe and a few stragglers were left there. They walked off into the distance, disappearing into the haze created by the swirling snow.

Near the podium at the centre of the small plaza, a man (most likely around Kaeya’s age) had a broom in his hand. He had a long, brown coat on and a hat that loosely fit his head. His skin was as pale as chalk, making his ashy-blonde hair stand out. It was kind of long, just going past his shoulders, with a single short braid in it. Brushing the street clear of snow and other debris - he was making an attempt at keeping his head down.

BANG!

“NO!” He shrieked as he collapsed on the floor, bringing his hands up to his head and covering his ears. His broom clattered somewhere near him. Somebody was approaching him, he could tell this from the soft crunches in the snow.

“It was a truck backfiring comrade, that’s all it was.” Childe spoke to the man curled up on the cobbled floor. He lifted his head up to look at him, moving his hands from his ears. Very slowly, he pushed himself up onto his knees, still not saying a single word. Childe had bent down and picked up the stray broom before walking over to him.

“Those days are over, neighbour against neighbour.” He claimed in an almost monotone voice, one that didn’t exactly sound reassuring. Childe hooked his arm under the man’s and pulled him up.

“You have nothing to be afraid of.”

It was quite ironic, considering the man could barely stand with his legs threatening to collapse under him any second. Childe’s hand lingered on the man’s arm for a few moments more, his eyes narrowing. Was it concern? Or was it just pity? He retracted his hand, looking over the details of the man’s appearance and expression. He looked…on edge, to say the least.

“You’re shaking….” He spoke despite it being an obvious fact to both of them. The man’s eyes flickered everywhere, skittering even, refusing to look at Childe directly. Quite ironically, the over-confident fatui harbinger began to stumble over his own words.

“….There’s a tea shop just steps from here-“ 

“Thank you-!” The man shouted as he attempted to snatch the broom from him. The sudden outburst nearly caused Childe to jump, prompting a raised eyebrow from him.

“What’s your hurry?” Childe questioned the man, refusing to let go of the broom.

“I can’t lose this job, they’re not easy to come by.” He quickly explained in hopes of being allowed to go. Throughout the entire exchange he had kept his eyes towards the floor, making him seem scared of everything. Childe loosened his grip on the handle, he was still unable to figure this man out. He seemed familiar, almost like a memory he never really knew - he shook the thought off whilst he watched the man walk away. Both of the man’s knuckles were turning white due to how tight his grip was. Just as he was about to turn the corner, down another street, the man turned his head around. It was then that Childe noticed his bright blue eyes, well, they weren’t quite blue but they weren’t exactly green either. Whatever colour they were, they were astonishingly bright; they surely didn’t fit the bleak landscape of this once-glorious nation.

“Thank you.” The man managed to say, still not offering up a smile. Before Childe could say anything, he had disappeared into the blur of grey and brown coats and hats.

“I- I’m here everyday!” Childe shouted, gesturing at the podium despite the man being long gone now. He felt his cheeks heat up slightly, feeling like a complete fool. Unsurprisingly, this wasn’t the first time he had managed to embarrass himself whilst on the job.

Somewhere on the opposite side of the city, Kaeya and Venti could be found perusing through one of the many less… favourable markets on the outskirts of the city. It was a wonder that the fatui hadn’t intervened with these practices at all during the past ten years. Occasionally they would stop to look at what merchants (although thieves would probably be a better way of describing them though) were offering. Even ten years on since that blood-filled night, people still somehow managed to find items that belonged to the likes of counts, countesses and even the Kreideprinz’s to sell off. One man was attempting to sell a count’s pyjamas whilst another was trying to sell a painting that he swore was Kreideprinz. Stood in the centre of the market, another one of these thieves was selling their wares. His hand was held up high, clasped in it was a small metal trinket of sorts.

“I found this in a palace, initialled with an A!” He announced, a smug smile already settled onto his grime covered face. 

“It could be Albedo’s! Now what will someone pay?”

Kaeya dropped down low as he skimmed shelves, every now and then swerving through the crowds or stepping over clutters of stolen trinkets.

“We need something of his to show the old lady…” Kaeya thought out loud, carefully examining items that were on offer. Venti looked at him from the corner of his eyes, one eyebrow was raised.

“There’s more to being Albedo than wearing a tiara, Kaeya.” He spat out, most likely irritated from how long this whole ordeal was taking. Kaeya had turned away from him, already moving onto the next merchant.

“Not much. Look how many people you fooled.” Kaeya countered causing Venti’s mouth to open and quickly close again. Just to add salt to the wound, he hadn’t even bothered to look at him whilst saying that. Kaeya’s eyes landed on the man in the centre.

“How much is that music box?” He inquired as he approached the man, who pulled the lump of finely decorated metal closer to his chest.

“Ah! The music box! It’s genuine Kreideprinz, I could never part with it!” He declared, the tone of his voice suggesting that he was putting on a play. Reaching into the satchel that hung over his shoulder, Kaeya pulled something out with a smirk on his face.

“Two cans of beans, comrade?” Kaeya offered as he held out the cans. The man looked at the music box and then to the cans and then back to the music box.

“Done.” He accepted, the two men proceeded to exchange items.

Venti and Kaeya began heading in the opposite direction of the markets, done with their business for the day. Kaeya was meticulously inspecting the metal music box, noting all the trimmings, its curves and the places where old paint had begun to flake off. Both of them still had a grin on their faces. 

“Do you believe in fairytales, Venti?” Kaeya asked whilst he held the music box in front of his only visible eye. Venti closed his eyes - the smile still present.

“Once upon a time, I did.” He answered, shoving his hands into the small pockets of his coat. Quickly turning his body around, Kaeya was directly facing Venti once more, his eyes shining brightly with something that Venti could only assume was determination.

“We’re going to create a fairytale the whole world will believe!” Kaeya exclaimed before moving next to venti again. He firmly patted Venti on the back causing the other man to cough slightly; not that Kaeya noticed anyways.

“Now it’s risky, but not more than usual.” He spoke out loud what they were both thinking. Whilst talking, Kaeya had picked up his pace, prompting Venti to walk quickly as well.

“We’ll need tickets, we’ll need papers, we’ll need nerves of steel!” 

With every word Kaeya said, Venti nodded. The two men had reached the plaza once again, this time it was bustling with energy; it was quite funny how much difference an hour could make.

“Yes it’s risky, *a lot* more than usual!” Venti laughed, placing a hand on the back of Kaeya’s shoulder. His eyes now also shared that same light of determination as Kaeya’s - backing out of this wasn’t an option for either of them now.

“We’ll try to cross the border with our princes and our plot,” Kaeya spoke up, throwing what was - presumably - a wink towards Venti (however it was almost impossible to tell due to one of his eyes being covered by an eyepatch and a curtain of blue hair).

“Hopefully disaster won’t ensue,” Venti mumbled, slightly scratching the back of his head, a sheepish grin on his face.

“With luck it will all go smoothly,” Kaeya nodded whilst he shoved the music box into his satchel.

“And with luck we won’t be shot!” Venti laughed once more, constantly switching between confidence and a lightly more cautious mind. Kaeya shrugged before laughing himself.

“Who else could pull it off but me and you?” They both stated as if it was a matter of fact.

“We’ll be rich!” Kaeya exclaimed as he patted Venti’s shoulder.

“We’ll be rich!” Venti repeated whilst he returned the gesture. Both of their grins reached both of their ears, something they noticed as they turned to face each other.

“We’ll be out!”

“We’ll be out!!”

The idea of getting out of this god forsaken nation caused Venti to feel a sort of calming sensation. Just the thought of the taste of freedom possibly being so near them made him want to smile even more.

“And Snezhnaya will have some more to talk about!” The two men declared, shaking hands. 

As the two men laughed, the plaza around them was alive with waves of whispers and excited murmurs.

“I heard it from a person who assured me it was absolutely true!”

“Have you heard? There’s a rumour in Snezhnaya,”

“Have you heard? Comrade what do you suppose?”

“A fascinating Mystery!” Venti commented, placing his hands on his hips, a smug look appearing on his face.

“The biggest con in history!” Kaeya proclaimed as he flung his arms up in the air; what appeared to be genuine joy showing on his face.

“The Prince Albedo!

  Alive?

  Or Dead?”

“Who knows!?”

Majority of the crowd dispersed after they noticed a familiar red-head appearing on the podium once more.

Kaeya and Venti shared a knowing look, both raising a singular finger to their lips. The taller one had began to snigger with Venti soon following suit.

“I’m assuming you will be able to sort out the other needed part of  our plan?” Kaeya asked whilst the two began walking away, their day starting to become a distant memory.

“Just trust me, I have my ways *and* connections.” Venti answered, nudging him with his elbow. Kaeya simply chuckled in response whilst he took his flat-cap off.

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[boocean]

man should i finish this or put it on my folder of drawing that i got lazy to finish?

imagine kaeya singing once upon a december

anastasia x genshin au (guess who kaeya is🥶)

[killergirlfuria]

DO NOT REPOST.

Say hello to the newest of my endeavors, an attempt to transfer Winx characters to Genshin; or, old obsession meet new obsession, have fun boiling together in my head. (If I get around to it, Stella's coming next.) First in the series is, of course, Bloom. In Winx Impact, her full name is Bloom Hendrickson, and her birth name is Cyrene Vassago (my reasoning being that both Cyrene and Daphne were naiads and daughters of Peneus, so I figured why not; her birth parents, with no idea of her birth name, named her Bloom, and that's the only name that matters to her). She's a 5✩ Pyro Sword character. And here's a little blurb about her: Bloom Hendrickson is adopted daughter to Mike and Vanessa Hendrickson, and older adopted sister to Flora and Chloris Hendrickson, born as Cyrene Vassago, younger sister to Daphne Vassago and daughter to Oritel and Marion Vassago. She’s currently 20, and a Guard Captain to the Knights of Favonius. She’s good friends with Albedo and Kaeya, as well as often times the designated babysitter for Klee. She also is constantly at odds with Jean, because she’s of the opinion that Jean, as the acting grandmaster, should be focusing on running the knights, instead of behaving like a cat-saving, errand-running apprentice. In the Winx Impact AU, Bloom is the one who ended up hunting down and killing Ursa the Drake about a year after it caused the death of Crepus, which saw her instant rise in popularity among the people, which made Varka to push for her promotion. Bloom used her newfound influence to reveal the truth behind Crepus’ death; because she valued the integrity of the knights more than their scandal-free reputation. The move made her widely unpopular with the higher-ups, but also made Diluc appreciate her a whole lot and the two are now somewhat friends. As the person in charge of internal security, and one infamously disliking the Fatui, she always strives to make their lives unnecessarily harder than they should be in the entirety of Mondstadt. Bloom is aware that she’s adopted, her parents told her as much, and even if they didn’t, she has always known something was different; she has been having dreams about a woman in a pillar of fire in an ice-covered throne room. It was that very woman, with whom Bloom feels an inexplicable connection, who directed her to find and kill Ursa the Drake, which she inexplicably managed despite initially thinking it a fool’s errand. Bloom is fairly sure there’s more to her than just being a child her parents found and adopted. (She knows something is going on, just not how deep it goes, or that a forgotten nation at the bottom of the Dark Sea is missing a princess, and a god-dragon is slowly coming back after its sacrifice to keep its people safe from Celestia’s greed. And Bloom, of course, is in the middle of it all.) Bloom as a Knight is strong, driven, and dedicated, almost scarily so. At the beginning of the events of Genshin Impact, she's 20 years old. Credits: Winx Club belongs to Iginio Straffi and all the apropriate companies. Genshin Impact (and the 3D model of Royal Longsword) belongs to MiHoYo. The design of Bloom-as-GI-Character belongs to me. Pose by anastasia-berry (https://www.deviantart.com/anastasia-berry/art/Poses-Reference-79-female-811243685 the second pose, swapped leg position) Antiche cover book Seamless textures by jojo-ojoj (https://www.deviantart.com/jojo-ojoj/art/Antiche-cover-book-Seamless-textures-520748615) Dragon referenced from a bad-quality screenshot from the Winx Show

[chaotickitty45]

Having some fun with expressions & character development

[genshinthingsandmore]

Here’s the Baby Twins gang fully colored and with their sexuality revealed for Pride Month!  Alora, Jules and Farida are all straight, with Farida being heteroromantic due to also being asexual.

Anastasia and Fulin are both homosexual. With Anastasia being lesbian and Fulin being gay.

And Harumi and Carmen are both bisexual, with Carmen being transfem.

[qu1nby]

1, 3, 13 and 20 for the writer questions? :)

Thank you so much for asking! (Meta Asks)

1. Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

I'm so glad you asked! My biggest project, Journey to the Past, is loosely based on the Broadway version of Anastasia. In this world, the mafia lost their fight against Mimic - resulting in the deaths of both Oda and Chuuya. At least, that's what Dazai thought. It's the perfect cross between BSD and my old musical theater obsession. I'm also working on what will (hopefully) be a multi-chapter Genshin AU centered around Ningguang and Beidou. It's still very much in the planning stage, but I do have a small summary posted! Last but not least is the small drabble I've been imagining for the past few weeks. It's really simple, just a bit of Archon angst, but I haven't had the time to actually write it. Writing has been hard recently (probably because I'm starting school soon) but I promise I'm still getting things done!

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

God, there are too many ideas to count. I'm very excited to write the scene in Journey to the Past where Nanashi (Chuuya) finally learns who he used to be. Or the scene where Ningguang meets the owner of the business that has been causing her so much trouble. My all-time favorite scenes to write are the ones where the characters finally realize how they feel and all the pieces fall into place. Think about the classic "Oh."

13. Do you share your writing online? (Drop a link!) Do you have projects you’ve kept just for yourself?

I do! You can find me on AO3 at Walking_Meme. I also want to start writing some drabbles and head cannons to make my blog feel a bit more lively. I do have a few small scenes and ideas that I've kept to myself - purely because they are not really fandom related. Sometimes it's fun to just write a scene without going through the trouble of making it in character, you know? Maybe I'll make a side blog for those.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Man, I wish I had a clear meta! I haven't been writing for very long, so I know my fics probably don't feel very fleshed-out. I do love a good bit of foreshadowing, though!

[clemmywrites]

Lowkey have been planning a genshin Anastasia Au with Dain.

Would anyone ever wanna read that ?