#genshin thayer

[aroacenezhaanddainsleif]

What's Your Name?

a question he can't seem to answer.

For all the things Dainsleif remembers during the day Khaenri'ah fell- admittedly his clearest memories now, as everything else is exceedingly fuzzy- there is one mystery that still irks him.

There had been rubble, and screaming, and he had been racing through the castle to find the royal family, everything else incomprehensible in its cacophany. He had made it halfway down a castle hall before someone had shouted out "DAIN!" and stopped him in his tracks.

He no longer remembers their name, or their face, but he remembers the gritty hand that had grabbed his and the voice that had said "Dain, promise me that we'll find each other after this."

There hadn't been any time to talk, any time to explain the monsters and gods, or the fact they likely wouldn't survive, nor how they would even find each other after it was all over, but Dainsleif could hear the desperation in their voice. They were scared, and in some ways, so was he. So as both a knight, and a friend, he didn't hesitate to reach back out.

He remembers squeezing their hand. "...I promise."

And then he yelled at them to go, not having the time to watch them disappear into the rubble before he was on his way again.

...

"Who are you?"

The fire crackles loudly before him in the early evening, providing no answer to his pondering. The corruption on his arm pulses when Dain clutches the fabric of his cloak, staring down at the starry fabric.

"...Who were you? And why can I remember our promise, but not your name?"

Perhaps it's just another version of what haunts him- another duty he cannot fulfill.

His reverie is broken by quiet footsteps approaching from the left, voice flat but tinted with a note of concern. "Dain, what's wrong?"

Dainsleif sighs, straightening his shoulders and turning away from his companion, as if to evade the pity he might find in their golden eyes. "I..." He starts, then swallows.

"...I made a promise to find someone, once." He mutters, crossing his arms. "That is, presuming we both survived the day Khaenri'ah fell, but I fear it is a promise that will go unkept. I..." Why is his voice so laden with grief for someone he has all but forgotten? He clears his throat, trying to hide the way his voice cracks. "...I no longer even remember their name."

The blond outlander stays silent for a moment, lips pursed. Dain knows what they must be thinking: 'I hope I never break my promise to find my sibling.' He can't blame them, honestly- they surely have a better chance than he does.

Still, the outlander shares their condolences. "...I'm sorry, Dain." They offer sincerely, giving him a little awkward-yet-trying-to-be-comforting shoulder bump. His lips twitch at that, at least, letting out a small huff as he turns away from the fire.

"...It's of no matter. We should focus on finding food."

Even so, his fingers trace the small outline of an embroidered "D" at the bottom of his cloak, and maybe, someday, just maybe...

Someone with a gentle tone and starry eyes will take his hand again and say "I found you."

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a collection of memes of my dumb oc (thayer) and dain relationship

[romaritimeharbor]

"hey maj, how's it goin-" (me, in the middle of putting my oc through the whump grinder) "hm?" anyway. torturing Thayer/Verdandi and i want attention. :3 don't worry, them being displaced 500 years into the future into a time they don't "belong" in with remnants of a broken memory and promise of their life in Khaenri'ah which leads to them continuously having breakdowns and fragmented dreams isn't affecting them badly at all!

NOOOOO YOU LEAVE THAYER ALONE!!!!!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣 LET THEM LIVE...... LET THEM LIVE PEACEFULLY RAHHHHHH THEY DESERVE A PEACEFUL AND GENTLE LIFE

(i say, as i put eir and my other genshin ocs through a woodchipper of angst and pain)

[aroacenezhaanddainsleif]

MAJ, I THINK I MISSED A WHOLW GPDDAMN BOOK SERIES, WTF HAPPENED.

and by that i meaN, U HAVE A GENSHIN OC NOW??? WHO IS IN A QPR WITH DAINSLEIF????

i say that as if i never made an oc have a QPR with LMK and Sky (A RANDOM AU OF MINE) Nezha. *cutely throws them into a blender*

anyways

I READ BITS OF LORE, AND IM GOING EJAKEKAKEKAKNRANRJ FERAL EJASJJAJEAJEJRJAJEHHAHEJAJE

(also have a silly sky!nezha)

edit: OH. OH MY GOD. I ANSWERED THIS ASK IN DRAFTS AND THEN NEVER FUCKING FINISHED IT. I AM SO SORRY.

HAHAHAHAHA (plus SKY!NEZHAAAAAAAA <3333 BABY!!!)

you haven't missed a book, i just don't post about Thayer a lot. my friends are subject to all my thoughts on them tho and i SHOULD start posting about Thayer

they are so tragic but soooo filled with hope and i adore them. (reborn khaenri'ahn who slowly regains their memories and deals with the crushing grief of being the only one to remember the normal life of a nation 500 years ago while also trying to enjoy their current life and defy fate to save the ones and the world they love)

also Thayer basically saw sad wet cat Dain and went "you're my friend now".

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Enjou: it's officially the first day of autism

Dain: ...do you mean autumn?

Lan: nope. it's the first day of autism.

Thayer, walking by: oh, hey guys. was just enjoying my first day of autism.

Dain:

[aroacenezhaanddainsleif]

Thayer, talking about their relationship with Dain:

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Thayer: “Temporary stitches” all stitches are temporary if you have a pair of scissors and aren’t a coward

Baizhu: ...please do not enter Bubu Pharmacy-

Thayer: FOR THE LAST TIME, THIS IS ABOUT TEXTILE SEWING, NOT SUTURES

Baizhu: i think i can be cautious after Qiqi accidentally misunderstood your statement last time...

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Thayer, immediately barreling after Qiqi after she raises scissors towards a sutured patient: NONONONONONONO-

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The back door to the apartment above Cu Rua opened with a soft click, accompanied by the tap-tap of black boots and the pop of clasps being undone. Dainsleif sighed as he slipped off the collar of his cloak to hang it up on the coat rack beside the door. There hadn't been a coat rack there originally, woth it being the back door, but after the multiple times the bookstore's part-time residents had barged through it, the owners decides they might as well just treat it the same as the front. Speaking of the owners, Dainsleif could hear the sound of running water and humming down the hall, which could only mean one thing.

He sighed, peeling off the remnants of his gauntlets as he walked down the hall and into the open living area. "Thayer? I'm home."

He turned the corner to find Thayer at the kitchen sink, paused with a washcloth between their hands. They stared at him for a long moment, an indescribable expression on their face.

Dain raised an eyebrow. "...What?" Had he said something wrong? Had his mask shifted? Yes, he had been gone for a while, but his unannounced appearances were relatively normal now.

Thayer simply shook their head, turning away from him. "...Nothing." They respond after a long moment of silence, and Dain catches a glimpse of the small smile on their face. "Welcome home."

Dain knew full well there was something else Thayer was thinking about, but he always believed in keeping some secrets; or at least, personal thoughts. Besides, it hardly seemed like Thayer was upset about whatever they had noticed. So he decided to let it be as he walked towards the kitchen island, boots clicking against the wooden floor.

"I noticed the bookstore isn't open to the public today. What happened?" He commented as he went to grab a cup from one of the cabinets.

"Oh, that?" Thayer shrugged while wiping down a spatula. "Enjou and Lan were manning the store while I was on break. A buncha books were about to fall in the pool, and Enjou saved them, but he used his half-abyssal form to do it. They've been trying to convince the Qixing that it was an illusion act for the last two hours."

Dainsleif sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with one hand. "I'm not surprised." He reached behind them with a hand hovering over their waist as he went to fill the cup with water. "I would have thought that perhaps after all this time, Enjou would have become better at blending in, but I am yet again proven wrong."

"Says the guy that people reported to the Millelith for 'suspicious loitering'." Thayer raised an eyebrow at him, tilting their head backward so that they could look up at him with a small smirk.

Dain sighed, turning his head to the side. "...That was a one-time occasion. I had simply wanted to enjoy my drink in peace." He huffed, despite the light smattering of pink on his cheeks.

Thayer laughed, eyes twinkling. "But there was that time in the bookstore when-"

"I believe you have made your point." Dain coughed, refusing to entertain the conversation any further. He looked down at the small, smirking bookseller with a sigh and a small smile.

Thayer grinned once more before going back to washing dishes, idle chatter filling the apartment. They both knew they should probably go check on the bookstore-vs-Qixing situation soon, but that could be done in a moment.

Thayer just smiled to themself as they repeated a few words over and over in their mind.

'Welcome home.'

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"...What are you doing?" Lan asks, Enjou trailing behind them as the two peek into the reading room of Cu Rua's bookstore during their lunch break. Thayer stands beside the couch underneath the cherry tree carefully maintained in the store, looking rather proud of themself. "Trying to see how many plushies I can put on Dain before he wakes up." They whisper back nonchalantly, as if this was a normal occasion in the bookstore. "So far I'm at like... five, I think?" The Bough Keeper in question is, somehow, fast asleep on the curved loveseat, lying on his back with one knee propped up as he sleeps. It was strange to see Dainsleif asleep in the first place, let alone in a deep enough sleep for someone to be stacking stuffed toys on him. Yet somehow, the ever-vigilant knight's cloak is hung over the side of the couch, and there's already a stuffed ferret toy sitting on his chest, as well as a starry cat, a lizard, and a few others. People knew Thayer had a lot of stuffed animals, but still; did they have some ever growing-hoard somewhere? Lan takes a sip of their tea, smirking a bit at the sight. "...How did you even manage that?" They ask, Enjou already stifling laughter as he shuffles around looking for a kamera behind Lan. Thayer just grins, putting their hands on their hips. "No idea!" They announce cheerfully, and despite the ruckus, Dainsleif still sleeps on.

[aroacenezhaanddainsleif]

what life was probably like for the Khaenri'ahn royal servants:

Adil: "knight posting" this and "guard posting" that. i'm the princess's trusted handmaid who provides her advice and comfort in my soothing, low-class style. i am saying things like "if you don't mind me speaking out of turn, my lady..." and sharing fairy tales and lullabies my sad mother taught me. also i am fucking the jester. Naddodr: the princess is going through a whole thing with an evil alchemist and maybe a dragon. meanwhile I'm like "MY LADY! YOUR HAIR!" and forcing her to eat and take baths when she's grumpy. it's not a bad paying gig all things considered. Eggart: what’s up with the evil alchemist or maybe dragon is the princess gonna be ok?? Verdandi: look ALL i know is that the princess asked me to cover for her while she escaped with the handsome rogue (who bares a striking resemblance to the lost prince of our neighboring kingdom, but i digress) and now the alchemist has put out a bounty for a band of misfits traversing the country slaying beasts and the like, but that's LITERALLY none of my business, on account of i have to mend the hem on all these dresses Ioni: the dragon thing might have been a rumor. but the alchemist is really fond of snakes and lizards and also her big collection of jewels but that's probably nothing. Verdandi: ...yeah probably Eggart: look i would *NEVER* speak ill of Alchemist Rhinedottir or her trusted advisor, some kind of nasty imp thing named Slitherspit. she's always been VERY polite to me and NOT in a creepy way.

(ref to this:)

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(important thought although i have not introduced my OC at all) everyone should know i am fucking up my OC & Dain in my brain SO bad

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posting about my Genshin OC again with no context??? don't mind if i do!

(Verdandi/Thayer); Weaving Fate

To be a weaver is to be a prophet.

Verdandi sat among the halls of Khaenri'ah's royal palace, humming idly. Their fingers, though shaking, moved delicately across the loom. With a flourish, they finished off the last row to look down proudly at their finished tapestry.

With a sudden hiss, fear took over their heart.

And once a prophecy has been woven, it cannot be undone.

What was supposed to be a portrait of King Irmin- what HAD been, the last time Verdandi checked- had shifted. Morphed into something else- an omen. An omen of dark red skies and corruption crawling across the land, of screams and the cracking, shifting bones of those becoming monsters, and those crushed under the rubble. The one eyed king stood amongst the people mid-transformation, already long dead- a sword protruded through his chest and the star in his eye had turned dull.

That was Khaenri'ah's fate.

I should know that better than anyone else.

The tapestry was ripped off the loom, red still blooming through blue thread. A scissor tried to cut away the contaminated thread in a hope to remake it, but the colors would not change back. In a panic, the scissor tore through the fabric, snipping away into haphazard pieces, frayed and torn apart at the edges.

Yet, even as pieces on the floor, Khaenri'ah's fate stared up at the tailor with looming certainty.

Verdandi stood above it, chest heaving in their panic. Thread still littered their robes, but it had changed nothing.

It never would.

Three threads. Past, present, and future. According to weavers, they can be cut, but not altered.

A constellation glowed on the back of metal casing. 13 stars, showing a needle and thread tied to a quill.

A tailor stared down at the embroidery hoop in their hands, watching the golden moon and sun slowly turn black.

Well, I am no prophet.

The thread gets roughly shorn apart by a seam ripper, and hands carefully pick out the thread, til the fabric is once again a blank slate, just slightly rumpled.

Not today.

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welcome, folks! <3

i don't know how to format tumblr shit, so bear with me.

basic info

yo! name's Maji, they/them, minor. nonbinary, aroace, chronically ill/disabled with god knows what. this is a sideblog of @aroacenezha for my OCs, drabbles, headcanons, etc.

the blorbos and thoughts

content may include: Genshin Impact, Lego Monkie Kid, Legend of Luoxiaohei/Lanxi Zhen fav chars: LMK Nezha, LMK Red Son, Dainsleif, Aether, Collei, Baizhu OCs: Thayer (Genshin), Gryna, Rihe (LMK)

regarding reqs and ideas

I might take writing reqs if they interest me- if not, I will just share and/or respond to them with thoughts/ideas I have. I write mostly platonic stuff!!! I make exceptions for some certain pairings I like, but that is unreliable personal preference and 90% of the time just jokes or tropes that only work in a romantic/sexual context, so don't expect me to take to it.

warnings/whatever the fuck

(tbd) may or may not reblog suggestive/NSFW stuff- will be tagged and can be blocked accordingly. not pro-ship or anti-ship, more "apply logical reasoning and personal perceptions of characters to character relationships and denote whether it's just representation of a questionable dynamic vs actually encouraging that, aka what is truly harmful vs what just makes you uncomfortable".

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