#genshin Impact oc

[reesespieces-org]

While Bella is in her garden, she spots a blur of blue running past. The blur of blue turns out to be @thetruescholar as a cat, somehow, happily chasing a butterfly. How did she even get in here?

The eighth stops, watching the cat scurry around. An amused smile creeps upon her lips, and she places down her garden shears and strips her hands of her gloves. She approaches where the cat has scurried off to, and crouches down onto the tile flooring.

Clicking her tongue, she rubs her fingers together to gain the cat's attention.

"Oh my, what do we have here? Experiment gone wrong, dear Natalia?" The woman teases, moving to tap her fingers gently on the floor. "Come on, come out of there! There are thorns back there, and rainbow roses are not cheap!"

[cheeomi]

i like hair up Niko

drawing with friends rn have a niko with his hair up or summ

[4dango-the2nd]

Kabukimono's Tales of Tatarasuna (part 2)

Posting this on tumblr. This series was first posted on twitter and IG since January 2023.

The people of Tatarasuna taught him many things...

[My comic masterlist] [Kabukimono Tale of Tatarasuna series]

[riicahr]

[GENSHIN OC]

I know I'm not posting Genshin at all here, but I'm happy with this so I wanted to share <3

With Natlan’s release, I found myself quite liking the new region. Though most of the designs for the female characters bothered me so I wanted to try it myself and here we are now!

This is Suyai, the healer of the Scions of the Canopy tribe. She’s a birdkeeper too and takes care of them and other animals she comes across. If you need any advice for healing or medicine, she’s your person.

• Name: Suyai

• Affiliation: Scions of the Canopy

• Vision: Anemo

• Weapon: polearm

[lukarion-ven]

venlune? lunelyn? heilune? kumilune? i dont know, because atm my headcanon is that she likes aether one sidedly.. poor boys o<-<

if you ever get the chance to play an otome game like this, whose route would u pick? i cant choose tbh..

[unu-nunu-art]

It me but Melusine!! 🫧

(All Melusines are cute out of 10 by default)

[yuniv812]

Thank you for commissioning me! Oc belongs to @meimeimeirin/ @zhongrin

[calithso]

she's finally here. arle's milf™ who may or may not have lovingly killed her husband due to reasons unknown

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found free time to draw :D but i also might not be able to draw for a while again. sunday's the only day i don't have classes and i spend that time sleeping lmao D: and starting next week, i'll be busy doing intern stuff for 2 whole semesters unless my friends and i speedrun it while trying not burn ourselves out.

conclusion: busy.

[moondance-r]

SAGAU-adjacent not-Creator Creator 1

Summary: You knew, viscerally down to your bones, that you did not create this world; Teyvat had no grand creator, no single hand designing its wonders. It did, however, have something of a catalytic agent, without which it would not exist.

You.

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Godhood got boring after a while, so you wandered. You peeked into worlds and travelled from star to star -- one, dying and desperate, called out to you. 

It might have been beautiful, once. You could see patches of greenery and remnants of grand structures littering the landscape, could sense life lingering on its surface and stubbornly refusing to fade. This was a world on the verge of destruction, you knew, and not just because of what its creatures did or didn’t do. No, this was something far grander than anything mortals -- or pseudo-immortals -- could ever achieve.

Its core was decaying inexorably, not on a time scale noticeable to any of its inhabitants but destined for demise nonetheless. You... pitied it, perhaps. You had no reason to -- you had watched countless worlds perish and this one should have been no different -- and yet you dove close and settled into the core of this world that called itself Teyvat.

You slept.

And Teyvat grew itself around you.

You awoke to darkness. This was strange because you had no physical form and should not have registered the lack of light as anything that would impact your senses. And yet it was dark and you could not see.

(With physical eyes, a corner of your mind whispered. How novel!)

Since you had eyes, you must have a body. You tried to move a limb; nothing happened, except for a brief sense of pressure. Then you heard -- with ears! -- muffled rumbling before light pierced the darkness as soil peeled itself back from where it buried you beneath the earth. You sat up. You were in a divot someone might call a grave, if not for it having no markers or headstones.

You didn’t know how long you sat there appreciating the dawn before a metaphysical humming caught your attention, and you turned to see some stone steps leading up to a circular portal. That, you knew instinctively, was a passage leading to the roots of this world where you had slumbered for the past... how long?

You didn’t know. You wanted to find out.

The first order of business: getting off this island. Unfortunately, it seemed as if you were stuck in your fleshy body, which didn’t even have the decency to transform into something capable of flight when it refused to allow you to revert into your nebulous spirit form. You considered just walking into the sea, but you only had this one body on hand and did not want to test its lung capacity for so little reward. Life was so fragile already.

Well, this may be a problem, you thought to yourself. Not even a single local solar cycle and your journey had already stopped in its tracks.

So you sat. And thought. And thought some more.

Before you could petrify into a statue, something big flew overhead, handily startling you out of contemplation. You rose to your feet as a winged four-legged creature covered in teal fur landed heavily in front of you and bowed. You assumed it bowed, anyway -- such gestures weren’t easy to do when one was a quadruped, but the way it drew back a foreleg and lowered its head was definitely deliberate.

You blinked at it, nonplussed. You’d barely taken more than a hundred steps on this land, there was no way you had done anything to deserve this bowing and scraping.

“Mine Guiding Wind,” the dragon said in a deep, echoing voice, “it gladdens me to see thine holy visage. It would be of utmost honour if mine unworthy body might bear thy divine form through the skies.”

“...You can speak to me casually,” you said instead of getting into all of that. You wanted to be off this island before digging into the dragon’s delusions. “And yes, a ride would be appreciated.”

The dragon seemed to faintly shiver in delight. As you approached, they obligingly shuffled around and offered a foreleg so that you could climb onto their back. You forced your new limbs to cooperate as you clambered up and over to settle in front of their first pair of wings and gripped their ruff.

With a great beat of the dragon’s six wings, you ascended into the air. Despite your muffled senses, you could detect this world’s wind element assist in the dragon’s rise. Anemo, you remembered from the last time you were awake, one of this world’s seven elements. All worlds worked differently and this one fell on the more magical side of the scale. You wondered how Teyvat had changed since its near destruction -- if new civilisations had risen to replace the old, if these new peoples remembered old lessons. If they would be as welcoming as their world had been.

At least the last was promising if the dragon’s greeting was anything to go by, though who knew if that would persist once they realised you weren’t whoever they thought you were.

“What’s your name?” you called down to the dragon, trusting that Anemo would carry your voice.

Sure enough, the dragon replied, “I am Dvalin of Mondstadt, Sweeping Gale.”

“And is that our destination? Mondstadt?”

“It is, yes... unless You would prefer somewhere else?” Dvalin asked, suddenly hesitant.

You hummed thoughtfully. “No, Mondstadt is fine,” you said as you rolled the name around in your mind. You didn’t know enough about this world to have an opinion, though you wondered if this ‘Mondstadt’ was a city? A country? A continent? Or maybe it was merely a wild region uninhabited save for a territorial dragon. That would be interesting, you thought, though probably quite boring.

Sea eventually gave way to land beneath you, which quickly turned into soft rolling hills. People walked on clearly marked paths, and you watched a few turn and look up as you passed.

“It’s surprisingly peaceful,” you commented, thinking back to the scorched earth that had greeted you. “I’m glad.”

Dvalin vibrated beneath you, which you realised was a purr. “It has been many an age since you last descended, Pathfinder; that Mond may receive your praise for our efforts is the greatest reward of all,” they said.

Dvalin landed at the foot of a giant tree, in front of which was a stone statue of an androgynous figure that glowed brightly to your senses. Halfway in a daze, you slipped to the ground and stumbled to the statue, missing the way Dvalin lowered themselves in preparation to catch you should you fall. But even if you noticed you wouldn’t have cared, because the statue called to you like a beacon.

The instant you lay a hand on it, you could feel the world breathe a sigh as a portion of your power returned to you. A rush of air tinged with Anemo buffeted you and the tree joyously, and you chuckled and smiled into the wind.

“I’m back.”

“Your Grace!” A person dressed in fancy green and white clothes seemed to appear out of thin air from the speed he flew over, beaming all the while. “Your Grace, You’re finally here! The festival is all set up, we’re just missing You, O Holy Breeze!”

This person... You squinted slightly. There were remnants of your power within him, though less than the statue. Just what had Teyvat been up to while you were sleeping?

You raised your hands as if to fend him away. “Slow down, who exactly do you think I am?”

“Your Grace?” he asked in bewilderment.

“Answer me first.”

After a brief hesitation, he twirled and bowed with a flourish. “You are the First Breath, the Guiding Wind who accompanies all, the Creator of Teyvat and its every marvel! Every pebble, tree, and shrub was nourished under Your loving hands. You are the one worshipped above all, and we have been waiting most anxiously for Your return.”

What the hell, you thought pointedly at Teyvat.

In response, the wind whispered to you, Barbatos, wind sprite, Anemo Archon, a void where there was once god-heart-gnosis.

Putting aside how the world itself was being suspiciously helpful, you were now face to face with the dragon’s delusions which seemed to not be limited to the dragon. No, if you were understanding things correctly, this was something shared by large swathes of the population. Only one problem: you were not a Creator or creator, of Teyvat or otherwise. To give life was far beyond your abilities. No deity you knew of could do it either.

You could sort of understand how such a belief might have come to be, if you turned around and looked at it sideways. The process of saving this world from its slow march toward destruction had necessitated merging yourself with Teyvat to share your life force, and this had won you major brownie points with it. If an abstract version of that event was somehow passed down, then your power was extracted to fill things like the statue and this young man... If they could feel you as distinct from Teyvat itself, which you were, then you supposed that it wasn’t impossible for them to assume that you had more agency in their fate than you did. Still ridiculous, though.

This is the problem with magical worlds, you thought despairingly, cults everywhere.

“I didn’t create Teyvat,” you tried to explain, but Barbatos only tilted his head questioningly.

“What are you talking about, First Breath? If it is rejection You fear, please do not, for there is no need. Your return will only bring joy,” he said.

You gave up. This level of conviction wasn’t something that could be shaken in a single conversation. “Alright, fine,” you sighed, “let’s... let’s go to Mondstadt, then.”

“Oh You’ll love it, Your Eminence!” Barbatos chirped, bouncing on his toes with a grin. It appeared as if gravity had no hold on him. “The Church has covered the streets with flowers, flags, and everything they can get their hands on! The Knights of Favonius have set up stalls and shows and even a parade, while the noble families are also planning something, though they’re being quite secretive about it. And the wine! I’ve heard Master Diluc -- he’s the owner of Mondstadt’s biggest winery -- is going to break open his best vintage of dandelion wine, I’m looking forward to it...”

You let Barbatos’ chatter wash over you as the two of you walked northwest. Mondstadt the nation was a land of gentle breezes and temperate climate now, but you could see hints of a violent past in the landscape. Here, a dip between hills that was once a crater. There, a cliff face eroded until it was a shadow of its jagged former self. You wondered how many wars this world had suffered.

You wondered if Barbatos won his seat through conflict, as you did your godhood. You had been mortal once too, maybe a human, maybe some other creature, before you achieved great feats during a war and ascended beyond mortality. That was perhaps why you felt kinship at the sight of Teyvat’s ruin, despite the aeons you lived that left only faint impressions of your origin.

Did you have family that you left behind in your homeworld, or friends? Comrades? Almost certainly; it was a war, after all. You pushed the thought away.

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[stupidneko]

The God of Freedom has thoughts to share

[wishingstarinajar]

I feel more comfortable imagining an older Traveler while playing Genshin Impact so I designed a Traveler OC to help with that.

Not very original but eh, she exists now.

[ponuchuu]

fuck artblock hes getting a full design now !!!!!!

natlan oc !!

his design is mostly inspired by dashiki while taking some creative liberty ! i didn't take inspiration from gods like other natlan oc cause im not confident in that yet 💦💦

this is the first post about him

[4dango-the2nd]

Gilded Sea's Dream [Ep 1/?]

Let's see how long this series can go lmao

Anyway, desert adventure!! ft. Kaveh and Alhaitham (primarily)

tbh I also don't know which construct Mehrak's core came from 🤔

[Ep 2]

[cyber-phobia]

i think about furina a normal amount. like everyone else.

ok strap in gang.

Eyda is a "forgemaster" originally from Mondstadt, but left because people are too comfortable asking for favors with no expectation of paying it back any time soon (such as asking Jean to help with lost animals)

People would ask for various mechanical contraptions with no thought into how much time it takes as a “small favor”

JINGLE JINGLE STAY WITH ME!!!!

Eyda bumps into Furina her first day in Fontaine, knocking her over completely. Eyda has no idea who she is, but is confused why people are taking photos of her.

Furina sputters and makes some declaration of forgiving her transgression, jumping to her feet before Eyda can offer her hand and dusting herself off frantically

Various newspapers slam Eyda as a “Mondstadt Tourist who trampled Lady Furina” over the course of a week

Furina initially does nothing, expecting it to blow over by day 2, but by day 5 she decides to confront Eyda directly, claiming that she’s bored of reading the same story everyday.

Eyda has no idea that Furina is the archon, and the reason she's already being bashed on her first week in Fontaine, until told by an absolutely baffled Furina.

Eyda (no respect for gods) vs Furina's constant need to make sure everyone knows she's an Archon

ok your free to go now :)

[dynamocha]

Tried drawing how I imagine the Pyro Archon would look to get out of art block

◆ Chantico 🔥

"Guerra Florida", Matadora of Arena Izcalli. Constellation: Ceroferarius Vitae