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doomdoomofdoom · 7 months ago
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I have to assume that's at least partially related to production cost
If everyone has the same proportions, you can reuse animation rigs Skintight clothing means no extra consideration needed for the fabric physics and space occupied. Slapping on some lengthy extra part, ideally in the back, won't mess with much and is easily implemented. I have no explanation for the choices of hair color, other than [current fad]
And of course: Make sure they're conventionally attractive so they sell better. I'm going to hazard a guess and say the game of origin isn't character driven. The amount of screentime shared by any two characters is (presumably) low. These designs are meant to function on their own or in small groups. That way you don't realize just how stale they are. Characters that stand out disrupt the balance of your bland cast, so they don't exist.
Capitalism breeds innovation my ass
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I sincerely hope to see the downfall of this artstyle and character design style in my lifetime. This cannot continue
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evelynpr · 4 months ago
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Progenitor AU suddenly getting more fanart thanks to Terrarium Kaveh. Truly, no one does it like him.
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luminique · 6 months ago
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wrio x you pt. 2 because the people (me too) asked for it
you’re the only exception of people who were in his past that he’d try reconnecting with. he swore to himself that he never would but the memory of you haunted him every day and night.
working in the fortress didn’t even make it easier. he’d reminisce the past during his daily checks, filled with fights, scratches and blood, but you were each other’s rock in this cold and dark prison. sleepless nights where he’d go over to your bunk, you’d both be talking and laughing about the future until other inmates woke up to give both of you a good beating.
a letter wouldn’t hurt. signed and sealed, ‘Duke of the Fortress of Meropide, Wriothesley’ with the wolf insignia on the wax seal. he read the letter multiple times until he got sick of it and threw it in the trash. any and every free time he had, it was spent to write the perfect letter to you.
he even consulted sigewinne, clorinde and neuvillette for more opinions. it was honestly humorous to see the Duke be this… frustrated over something as trivial as a letter. his trash basket was overflowing with crumpled up pieces of paper.
“wriothesley, this letter feels too formal.” was a comment by clorinde about his 10th attempt. “you should add more emotion!” sigewinne responded after reading his 27th attempt. “i am not too familiar with matters relating to human love however i do believe that you have not conveyed that in this letter,” said by neuvillette regarding his 59th attempt.
he lost count of how many letters he had written, how many ink bottles he had opened, how many seals he had stamped. it was eating at him, and now the heavy weight of whether you’d even feel the same way back was beginning to creep in.
the ink pooled on the paper. he had run out of ideas, his hand shaking from the fear of it being imperfect. he couldn’t handle it anymore and let his emotions take over him. every word he wrote that night came straight from his heart instead of his brain, putting aside his own formality and rules for you. it’d be another scrapped attempt anyway…
‘With all my love, Wriothesley’, signed off with no wax seal. he had read somewhere that colored wax was used by sculptors when they made mistakes. this letter was no mistake, his love for you was no mistake.
he used his connections, specifically neuvillette and the maison gardiennage, to find where you had decided to settle down. he originally intended to have it sent to you by courier, but here he was, standing in front of your front door. to have the Duke come all the way up to the surface and hand deliver you his letter, oh how smitten he was over you. a quick fix of his outfit, brushed off any dust and fixed his hair before he knocked on the door.
he could hear your footsteps as you scurried over to the door, your voice behind it.
“i didn’t order anything. why is there a-“
you were cut off by the sight in front of you. his charming smile and blue-grey eyes that captivated you the moment you became friends in the fortress. he straightened up his posture, clearly taken aback by how much you’ve changed but it seemed to go both ways.
“good morning, i believe we have some catching up to do.” he said before holding out the letter for you to take. the sun was still out, there was tea in the kitchen and you had time to spare. next thing you know, you were sitting next to each other on the sofa and chatting about each other’s new lives, times changed yet feelings stayed the same.
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lovesickeros · 8 months ago
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☆ de fontaine
{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k
This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!
She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.
She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.
Furina is tired.
But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?
So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.
Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.
Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.
An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.
She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.
She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.
She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.
And Furina has always been good at lying.
It's the believing that's the hard part.
There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?
Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.
She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?
She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.
Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?
Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.
Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?
They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?
"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"
Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.
Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.
Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.
Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.
"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.
But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.
They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.
She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.
If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..
Furina will make sure they do.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#fic tag#furina#so um. looks around. okay look. i know im like THE ts@r1ts@ dealer (censored so it doesnt show in tags. hopefully)#but the moment i saw furi in fontaine the day it released she became my fav even more then the tsaritsa SORRY SHES SO..#this is my love letter 2 furi (making her suffer unimaginable horrors)#open ended kinda in case i decide on making a sequel maybe#furi makes me feel cuteness aggression so bad i start acting like a rabid animal#furina the woman that you are. thats my girlprince meow meow id kill someone for her#playing her part as archon so well but being so horribly irrefutably human in every way..#five hundred years not even knowing what the real plan was. when it would end. knowing if she slipped up it was over.#and in the end almost no one knew what really happened. a select few people know the real weight of her sacrifice.#furina's story was always a tragedy. it was never going to be anything but a tragedy.#and thats one of the most tragic parts of it isnt it? she didnt know how itd end. she didnt know her story was always going to be a tragedy#furina never knew a thing. and still she did it for the people of fontaine and succeeded.#how do you define “yourself” when you havent existed for 500 years?#to be so selflessly human you give up “yourself” to save people who will never know of your sacrifice.#sometimes i think about the confrontation on the stage and have a week long mental breakdown#sacrificing EVERYTHING for fontaine and still. still! the people closest to you turn on you.#heavy on clorinde. she was as close 2 furi as neuvi fight me on this. i bite.#her bodyguard and friend and she ends up staring down her blade wondering if this is it. she failed. she failed them all#because even when faced with the trial. with losing everything. she still thought only about fontaine. oh furina.#do you think she has nightmares. wonders if she was never meant to win this game of g-ds. that her story was always meant to be a tragedy?#do you think she still wonders if she was ever meant to have a chance at a happy ending? a doomed tragedy from beginning to end
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moonilit · 20 days ago
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Some opinions: as much as I love Jean, and I love her so much I can’t agree with the take that she is Klee’s mom. Like I don’t personally agree with the fanon take klee being a jealuc child, Just because neither of them know how to talk let alone take care of a kid. lets be real Klee is primarily being raised by Kaeya and Albedo, Jean doesn’t know how to raise her, she claim responsibility because she sees it as her duty to mondstadt, she is the acting grand master if it not her then who? she also was raised by her military mom who put all her legacy and duty onto her first daughter and while yes Jean embraced it, you can’t tell me it doesn’t show, she talk to klee how her own mother talked to her, which is not what a kid like klee want so there is always a short in communication there. Im not saying Jean doesn’t care she care about klee im saying she isn’t that great at it because of her own limited and military upbringings, she gets like a 6/10 from me at best
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toomanyideasandfandoms · 10 months ago
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Can we have creator wanting to die thing you wrote but with Xiao or venti? İ love my anemo boys. Could be a tic, or if you're lasy just write it as what you think would happen i would appriciate both if you could 🫶
Oooo!! There's an idea! Actually these two would be very interesting to write for me.
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Venti actually in my head is most likely one of the first to find out about the creator. I've already wrote how it happened in my first oneshot for this so you can scroll my profile for it. But! It's how he acts after that really gets my brain screaming. He would be such a depressed mess, absolutely devastated with himself for harming the divine. Seeing their body turn to ash while smiling had definitely messed him up a bit.
If he finds them again then all hell breaks loose, cause he is definitely gonna try and lock them in a safe place. Though that isn't really successful since creator being so mentally broken can and will find a way to experience another death. Though they can say goodbye to falling from high places as a method cause now the winds of Teyvat just refuse to let them end up as a splatter of muscle and blood, it's especially annoying in trying to push them to safety because of Venti's active paranoia over them.
He also would be helping Nahida in spreading the word to the other archons about the situation, though he very much will take the blame for being one of the first to harm them when they first arrived.
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Xiao? Oh god Xiao has had enough trauma this is so painful dhskdjf. Because while Xiao I can see as more of a casual follower kind of, the fact that Morax would be such a big worshipper is probably the reason why Xiao would be protective of the Primordial Mother's honor.
It's why he would have the highest kill count, both to dispell any opportunity for Morax to get angry and to uphold the creator's honorable visage.
Which is why if I feel like the more he encounters the broken creator, who is constantly seeking for a more entertaining death, the more likely he becomes...almost worried? Like he would mainly think it's just another lunatic that is super obsessed with the creator that they physically changed their image to look like them as a way to feel closer, but as time went on and each one talks about the previous' death. He would definitely become suspicious.
Normally how I think about why no one found out right away from their first time killing the creator is because it's a common thing to not look at the body of an "imposter" or "heretic" as they die, solely because seeing them in such a state while having the Primordial Mother's face would be a disgrace to them. So they typically wait until the body is gone, and by then the golden blood has disappeared.
This is how Xiao would find out, he would directly look at them as they died before him to fully understand. And upon seeing that golden does the reality of the situation hit him harder than any karmic debt pain he's felt. All those countless deaths, all those bodies that piled up from him. It was the same god, the same creator who the entirety of Teyvat loved.
It's definitely going to eat at him, practically devour his mind and almost shatter his mental state. But instead of fully breaking down, he runs to Morax, the adeptus, anyone he can think of to try to rectify the mistakes he and the others of Liyue have made.
When the creator is put into a safe place by the time the entirety of Teyvat knows, he's the first to volunteer as a guard. To make up for not protecting them like he should've from the beginning. Though this isn't gonna be good for either's mental health since the creator would just beg him to kill them, and him begging them to not say such things and to please forgive him.
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harbingersglory · 5 months ago
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i know i said more dom!reader blah blah blah sorry arlecchino rotted my brain severely. tmasc bunny!arle giving me severe brain damage /pos
(he/him prns used for arle)
at a glance, the big ears and small puffball of a tail might temporarily make you think Arlecchino is far sweeter then he actually is. how could anyone who looked so cute be anything but, right?
but you know better. you serve under Lord Arlecchino - literally. tucked under his desk while he makes you slobber and choke all over his strap. you barely get to breathe with his hand fisted in your hair, keeping you right where he wants you. if you've been particularly exemplary on your little missions, he might even let you sit on his lap. though whether thats worse or not is debatable, making you cockwarm him as he works. and you'd better keep quiet, too. he's not above muzzling you or just straight up shoving his fingers into your mouth to silence you while you squirm on his lap.
maybe if you last until he's done he'll fuck you properly. bend you over his desk and pound your pretty little holes until you're unable to stand. he'll still make you clean up his strap afterwards, of course.
it's when he's in a bad mood that he really gets going. sheds the act of polite, dignified little bunny. no, he's here to break you in and use you like the little toy you are. and you'll let him, won't you? drooling all over his strap when he fucks your throat raw, drags you into the nearest room the moment he sees you to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his cock stretches you out..
he's just as much of a mess as you are when he's this pent up, though. he doesn't bother keeping up appearances when he just has some pent up stress to get out. if you could even think straight you'd notice his puffball of a tail wagging and his ears drooping as he ruts into you, panting and grunting against your ear when you cum around his strap for the tenth time. you could almost swear you heard him whimper, but you'll be in a world of punishment if you mention it the next day (he absolutely did).
#minors dni#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#misc#arlecchino smut#arlecchino x reader#arle the stone butch that u r mwah#im a stone butch but im a stone butch with an exception#and the exception is arle he can do whatever he wants 2 me#obligatory mention that this isnt a genderbend. arle isnt a man here. thumbs up#hes just a butch. respect ur local butches 2 day!#anyway arle wearing the harness over his pants propaganda#its soooooooo#twirls hair. sir.#yall remember that tmasc arle thing i talked abt a bit ago. this is just that w bunny arle ough..#tmasc arle w a breeding kink who cant breed reader got me acting up like PLEASEEEEEE#i need normally super dignified arle to be so desperate he starts whimpering bc he wants to breed reader so bad it makes him look stupid#has this been done yet. g-d i hope so. i will ascend#tmasc bunny arle destroying every piece of furniture in the hoth in his efforts can i can a F 2 pay respects#i loveeeeeeeeee dignified super serious arle okay. is arle whimpering a little ooc. maybe#but he deserves to whimper!!!!! let him be pathetic okay thats my pookie :(#tmasc stone butch arle could fix me though i need. 2 write a proper fic abt rthis#arle is more like a hare but its also funnier 2 imagine he just presents himself as a hare so know no one knows hes a silly little guy#grabs his ears. free handlebars!!!!!!!!!#(disclaimer i am not responsible for what happens if u do)#okay ill shut up now I PROMISE...maybe.
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fuwahua · 8 days ago
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The Truth
Tags: Zhongli / Childe (established), flirting, CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!! (Lantern Rite), more flirting, childe doing idol worship but his idol is Zhongli
“Why is it even though it’s the year of the snake, all the decorations I see are of Rex Lapis?”
“Mm, is that the reason our living room’s been redecorated as an altar?”
“Amongst other reason, yeah.”
Zhongli smothered a chuckle at the cheeky grin Ajax shot his way. It was no exaggeration that their living room has become synonymous with an altar as of late—he’d asked Ajax to pick up some decorations for the upcoming Lantern Rite in the hopes that it would bring his foreign lover some interest in the holidays that he’d missed in prior years running between nations at his archon’s demand. After a fitful vacation that’d gone south in Fontaine, Ajax had surprised him by showing up unannounced after work with the excuse that the other harbingers weren’t looking for him for the next week or two.
It was surely a coincidence that Ajax was staying with him rather than the Northland Bank’s dormitory, of course. It went without saying the fact that Ajax was staying for the first week of Lantern Rite before his ship would be scheduled to take him back, just about as long as he could stretch an additional vacation, was coincidental as well.
Zhongli missed him already.
“What’s the point of a holiday if we don’t celebrate it fully, you know? Besides, I don’t want to hear any criticisms about overdecorating from you, Mr. I-buy-ten-things-every-trip.”
Zhongli sniffed. “There is no shame in purchasing quality craftmanship at a fair price.”
“Say that to me when you’re the one footing the bill next time.”
“I will refrain from commenting on their quality,” Zhongli acquiesced. He turned to survey the room, eyes roaming over the blur of red and gold assaulting his eyes; the vast majority of the decorations did indeed feature Rex Lapis, which truthfully made an abundant percentage of lantern rite decorations sold this time of year—from a purely business perspective, zodiac animals were seasonal and liyue’s deity was not. He believed Ajax that the amount of décor dedicated to Liyue’s fallen Archon might have surpassed expectations, but he was hard-pressed to believe that the amount was so much more that Ajax had somehow managed to not bring back a single snake themed piece.
It was much more likely that Ajax had gravitated to pieces depicting him, even unintentionally. The thought brought with it both easy joy and a flustered stammer of his heart.
It would be easier to chalk up the urge to redecorate on the certain level of gaudiness brought about by a cluster of colors that’d reasonably fit more in a night market than a household.
“Perhaps we could start with moving some of these banners to the kitchen,” Zhongli said. “The lights can be strung in each room rather than gathered above the windowsill. The lanterns are very charming, but they needn’t be so crowded; let us remove half and distribute them evenly amongst the bedrooms.”
Ajax snorted. “What happened to refraining from commenting?”
“From their quality, I have no complaints. I can see the care you took in selecting these pieces,” Zhongli answered honestly, arm rising to brush along the silk spun tassels hanging from a lantern. The soft fabric caressed his palm and he smiled, a vision of the wrinkle between Ajax’s brows and the way he’d worry his lip over picking the one he’d deem worthy to bring home surfacing in his mind. “You did an excellent job.”
Ajax flushed, the praise obviously pleasing yet unwilling to relinquish the battle yet. “So why change it?”
“I believe it’d be more auspicious to prioritize quality over quantity.”
“Uhuh.” He rolled his eyes, stepping in close to rest his chin on Zhongli’s shoulder. Ajax’s arms closed around his waist, and Zhongli’s shoulders relaxed as the warmth of Ajax’s torso seeped into his back. A finger prodded his side, making him jump. “And the truth?”
Zhongli smiled, abashed. “The clustered colors appear a bit… gaudy. Ah, Ahahajax!”
Zhongli squirmed as wriggling fingers dug in under his arms, lips sliding open in startled laughter as his arm snapped back from the golden tassel to feebly protect himself. It meant little with Ajax’s hands firmly comfortable under the bend of his arms and he yelped as they buried themselves in the enclosed space, giggles falling free from his mouth. He should’ve expected this from Ajax the moment his lover had wrapped his arms around him, but the décor had occupied his mind too well.
“Come onnn,” Ajax prodded, dragging out the word as he fluttered his fingers along Zhongli’s ribs with ease to a squeak. “It doesn’t look that bad, right? Can’t we just leave it as is?”
“It’s nahahat—it’s nahahaa gohahaood!”
“What’s so bad about it? Can’t be so bad if you’re smiling like that.”
“Yohahahu’re the cahahause!”
“Aw,” Ajax cooed, mocking. “Aren’t you so sweet?”
Zhongli shook his head, cheeks flushing at the teasing purr in Ajax’s voice and the meaningful drag of his knuckles over the bumps and ridges of his ribs. One hand climbed up to his neck, eliciting a weak shout as he twisted his head away from the sensation only for it to follow along, tickling the sensitive skin. The other wormed it’s way down the front of his torso, teasing at the hem of his vest and dipping between his buttons to poke at his bare skin. “Wehehehe can leahahve hahahahalf of it! Stahahahp!”
“Half? After all my hard work hanging all of this? What happened to admiring great craftmanship, huh?”
“What craftmanship—waHAHAHAit, nAHAHA!”
Ajax’s wandering hands found themselves home at a very familiar place by this point, kneading away at Zhongli’s sides. His legs wobbled as Ajax dragged him closer, fingers intent on tickling at all his known weaknesses, and Zhongli laughed openly as he fell back against both the sofa and Ajax’s body; the sofa scraped against the wooden floor, a sharp noise cutting through his giggles, and Zhongli gasped as Ajax shifted above him to grab at his hips. “Enohahangh!”
“Hmm… I don’t know…”
A laugh, gentle, met his ears as Ajax prodded his hips. Zhongli peered through squinted eyes wrinkled in mirth as the shadow of Ajax’s face fell over him, usually dull eyes twinkling in amusement, reds and golds swirling in his vision between blinks. Zhongli heard himself stutter, warmth crawling along his torso, and though he squeezed his eyes shut once more the image resurfaced in his head unashamedly. “AhahahHAHAJAX!”
“Giving up already?” Rapid pokes to his hip earned a squeal as Ajax chased his giggles with a crooked grin. “We can keep the decorations how I want, then?”
“FiheehEHEHENE!”
“Just fine?”
“Yes, yEHEHEHes, okaHAHAy!” Zhongli batted at the hands, feeling tears prick at his eyes. “StAHAHAP!”
“Yes, yes, fine.”
Ajax’s fingers continued to torment him for a moment longer, dancing along his torso to weakened giggles, until the sofa shifted once more as he rose from Zhongli’s body. He sucked in the next breathes greedily as the phantom feeling lingered, curling onto his side to rub at his wet eyes. A jingle met his ear and Zhongli turned, blinking up to see Ajax standing in front of a lantern, the same that he’d admired the tassels on before he’d been so insistently tickled.
“Ajax? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing really.”
Hm, very convincing. Zhongli smoothed out his wrinkled shirt with one hand as he rose from the sofa, feet padding softly on the floor until he met Ajax’s back. His arms closed around the other in a mimicry of Ajax’s embrace and his lover stiffened, shifting uneasily, and Zhongli chuckled; as much as he desired to tease Ajax back, there was no need to tickle the answer out from him when waiting a minute or two would work just as well. He hummed as Ajax squirmed in place, mouth pulling rather comically, until Ajax sighed and pulled at the tassel to another jingle.
“If it’s really that ugly, I can move a few pieces. I guess.”
Zhongli raised a brow, leaning over to peer at Ajax’s face. “Oh? I thought you were adamant on decorating however you pleased.”
“Well,” Ajax paused. “It’s your house.”
“And the truth?”
Pale cheeks reddened as Ajax averted his eyes. “There’s no point to all this if I’m the only one who likes it. I didn’t spend all this mora for me, you know.”
No, Ajax hadn’t, had he? Zhongli’s eyes twinkled as he cupped Ajax’s warmth cheeks to a surprised stutter, and he leaned over to kiss soft lips. He broke away just as quickly, smiling at the familiar way Ajax chased after him, a short sound scaping him; his hand slid over Ajax’s, tugging it loose from the tassel to wrap around his fingers instead. The same hands that’d dug into his sides mercilessly rubbed against the grain of his palm now, needy, and Zhongli chuckled at the ease with which Ajax shifted between moods, so like the element he wielded.
“It seems that my fondness of it increases with exposure.”
“Yeah?”
Zhongli hummed, leaning back to better admire the look of Ajax against a background flush of Liyue’s colors. It did still feel a bit much, vivid reds and eye-catching golds in such proximity to the cool tones of Ajax’s skin, even more so considering that much of said gold was shaped in his liking; however, he could just as easily picture another moment when it’d be appropriate to drape Ajax in those colors, in his symbols. Not in the present, certainly not anytime soon considering the hectic schedule of his lover’s duties, and yet the promise of it lingering on the horizon was enough for Zhongli to smile, tugging Ajax into another kiss.
“Indeed, I love it already.”
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kaeyachi · 1 year ago
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The fact that Clothar has repeatedly mentioned how taboo it is that he had an illegitimate child with a non-Khaenri'ahn.
How his family had plans for him that misaligned with how he wanted to live his life with the one he truly loved.
In addition, he is still clearly and vehemently against the archons and worshipping them.
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And then we remember Kaeya.
Kaeya, who has implied that he is not a full-blooded Khaenri'ahn.
Kaeya, who may possibly be a child the main Alberich line would have hated or ostracized had the cataclysm not have happened.
Kaeya who is now dubbed by their father as their "Last Hope".
Kaeya, who was left in the city of freedom. The same man who frequently drinks with the very archon his countrymen would have wanted to see dead.
Do you see how it seems like the tables have turned? How the world turned upside-down with just 1 cataclysmic event?
Kaeya is always contradictory to the common definition of the words he is described as on the surface. He is a cryo user who loves the summer season. He is a knight who schemes and plots in the dark. He is a Khaenri'ahn who wants the freedom of Mondstadt.
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rainsleeper · 2 months ago
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just testing the waters a little by sharing this
I've posted her before, about a year ago, and I guess she's back (she never really left)
(sorry for the abominable tags i'll probably screenshot them and reblog at some point)
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narwhalandchill · 1 year ago
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while i wouldnt necessarily disagree that childe seems to be on edge more so than usual (and he himself mentions being in a poor mood in act I) in the fontaine archon quest i do have to say i find it a little funny that theres people who think hes behaving, like, completely out of character in the court scene when he decides to go apeshit after being judged guilty by the justice.exe AI bot like.
did it somehow escape peoples memories that this man when presented with the idea that we as the traveler mightve tricked and gotten ahead of him with the geo gnosis just. entered a state of complete murderous rage leading to him activating foul legacy in the golden house. which actually ends up self-sabotaging his current objective more than anything bc unlike the clear way they struggled against childe before now the traveler just won by default by outlasting him
he mightve gotten over it fairly easily afterwards (in no small part bc traveler actually fought him which automatically translates to equal=respect=friend in his fucked up head) but childes been shown to be a highly dangerous individual with a massive ego prone to outburst in the heat of the moment when outplayed or his pride wounded before even when it isnt the smartest course of action like. this isnt new lmao.
getting accused of a crime he had never even heard of in a foreign nation he only recently arrived in and then sitting through all that court drama and being assured afterwards that he only needs to partake as a mere formality for declaring his innocence only to be somehow declared guilty by a machine is very much realistic grounds for childes patience to reach its breaking point if you ask me lol
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wintersettled · 1 year ago
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Honestly the way different archons in genshin impact have such different interactions with their nation is very interesting to me, especially with how its further expanded in fontaine recently.
The archons who are closest to the way we traditionally (in the west) think of a god (ie. all-powerful and on a completely other level of existence to humans) would probably be Barbatos first, then Rex Lapis.
Barbatos/Venti having churches dedicated to him and not appearing (as far as most are aware) in society for centuries is very similar to how the christian god is seen, as someone worshipped but never directly interacted with on a level beyond the spiritual. Meanwhile Rex Lapis/Zhongli has tons of myths and stories dedicated to him across lands and made appearances for years until his "death". In this way he's somewhat comparable to Greek gods (or even Jesus, to keep the christianity analogy going). He's far more openly entrenched in humanity but still remains separate and "above".
It's more-so with the three other archons we've encountered that our understanding of what gods must be like in teyvat based on Rex Lapis and Barbatos is totally altered with Ei, Furina, and Buer, all three being the "replacement" archon for their respective nations.
Ei, the third archon we meet, takes a direct role in Inazuman government as the Shogun, a totally different approach than the previous two which i find more similar to various rulers claiming divine right of kings. Also, despite not being the original electro archon most dont actually know this because Ei took on the identity of her sister, who died during the calamity. I think Ei taking on her sisters identity definitely helped her maintain her "divine authority" where other archons (buer) failed to maintain it in their nations.
Speaking of Buer/Nahida, you'd think the whole changing the past to everyone except descenders thing would complicate our interpretation of her but it doesnt at all. I think the reason for this is that destroying the previous archon in irmunsul didnt actually change the past. I also dont think the wanderer/scaramouche actually changed the past. I think they just changed peoples memories of it. but anyway. Nahida also takes on a governmental role at the end of sumerus archon quests while still remaining a somewhat holy figure. She was obviously shut out/disregarded following the passing of the previous dendro archon, unlike Ei she wasn't able to maintain her authority. After the archon quest however, her position in government kind of reminds me of the queen of england early in her rule. There was still a democratic governing body in the prime minister and other representatives but she maintains power.
Furina/Focalors also reminds me of the queen of england but at the end of her career instead. Furina appears to be more of a mascot in fontaine than a proper ruling body. It actually seems that the machine and neuvillette hold more authority that she does. Obviously we havent really explored fontaine much yet (its only been out a few days but im loving it) and we've only gotten so much info from the archon quests but as far as i can tell, furina appears to be kind of scrambling to live up to the previous hydro archon who was seemingly so well liked that fontaines people are repenting to this day. (as am i misremembering or did they say the previous archon didnt side with celestia but her people did?? what!?). Its even actively pointed out how people in fontaine do not view their archon to even a similar level as people in other nations (i mean their archon does meet and greets and is very reckless with her accusations but-).
anyways 👍 yes.
TLDR: zhongli + venti = traditional gods ei + nahida (now) = government furina + nahida = queen of england idk also i dont think they actually changed the past, just people interpretation of it. btw whats up with the fontaine profecy and the whole "they sided with celestia" thing??
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ismyteadoneyet · 28 days ago
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How fortunate am I to have so many Things to love and be excited about, to appreciate and look forward to?
Things I feel so strongly about that they stumble into my mind, univited, at random times of the day? Things that spill into my speech and vocabulary without me noticing? Things that impact my vision to the point where everywhere I look, everywhere I go, I see ghosts of them?
How lucky am I to have so many Things I love and cherish enough for them to reshape my very person, change my beliefs and make me grow? Things that make my own loved ones see the Things out in the wild, and go out of their way to make sure I see them too?
How wonderful is it that I have Things that I love so much that the very act is deemed and dubbed "not normal", making my love for them seem like it's more than they are supposed to recieve? An out-of-the-ordinary and above-the-norm appreciation for the Things that make the people around me shake their heads, call me "silly".
My dear, beloved Things, may I always stay silly for you ❤️
#yes this is yet another post about legendborn lmao#but also one of my friends sent me a post with a reminder to log into Genshin today#just to get the birthday-greeting card for one of my/my favorite character#and they send me this because even though it's my favorite character#this person also knows I don't actually play genshin that much and knows that I would probably miss it if they didn't remind me 🥺🥺#and my friends let me yap about Legendborn the other day lol#and my fellow legendbornian-in-crime commented on my insta story about annotating the book that “noone loves this series more than you”#which ofc isn't *TRUE* true but it still made me feel all fuzzy lol#my parents also got me a few sets of silver earrings for christmas bcs I mentioned in passing I wanted more silver jewelry#and one of the pairs they got me was with owls because Owl City has been one of my favorite artists since forever#and I THRIVED in 2012-fashion bcs the owl jewelry was fkn EVERYWHERE and I got SO MANY because it made me think of Owl City lol#and my brother got me The Book Of Bill bcs both he and I love Gravity Falls SO MUCH#I just love ✨️ loving ✨️ things I guess#so this post is very much a love letter to my special interests and hyperfixations <333#currently have had 'Tears Run Dry' by Patrik Jean on repeat for the past 2 or so days bcs it's fkn STUNNING#but it also makes me think about my friend's ArleFuri fic bcs it just fits so welll 😭😭#and at the same time (and the reason I have it so within reach lol) is bcs I have added it to an OC's playlist for a story I'm writing#I have so damn many things I love and I almost start crying thinking about how fortunate I am to have all these things I love so dearly#and live in a time where all of these things exist and I get to experience them all at a moment's notice#and just simply get to indulge in fandom behaviour and have people around me who also LET ME do that#i love hearing people yap about what they're passionate about regardless if I know what it is or not#like how beautiful isnt it to see someone's eyes sparkle and looking like they're itching all over because they simply can't help it#they just can't contain their love and passion for the Thing ??? absolutely incredible#tove rambles#oh and don't fkn get me started on how 'Dream Catcher' by Set It Off basically is the reason I'm so determined to become one#and it being part of how I made my 17-year old self believe I could actually do what I CURRENTLY DO nearly 10 years later
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speedy-beans · 4 months ago
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on pinterest i saw an edit of furina & focalors & how they saved fontaine and there was one comment that was like wheres traveler?? and then another like what about neuvi?? this. isnt about them. if it was an edit about how neuvi saved fontaine would you guys be asking anything
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alchemiclee · 6 months ago
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i know this has been said 473773474833 times by the kavetham/haikaveh shippers and probably even nonshippers, but i'll say it again. I finally finished the genshin summer event and did the little after quest in sumeru and.....every time kaveh is sneaking around trying not to be noticed coming out of alhaithams house it's just such a gay vibe. he's basically screaming "I can't be caught being gay in a homophobic society!" even if that's not what the game writers are *actually* saying. that's just how it comes off and they can't make it come off any other way. with hoyo's gay history, it makes me wonder if it's on purpose and all a cover-up to have a technically different reason for it so they can get away with it lmao but we will never know.
#lee text#genshins#i can acknowledge how gay they are without liking thr ship#flashback to several kavetham/haikaveh (whatevwr their ship name is) shippers on here attacking me over not liking the ship#trying to “educate” me on why theyre sk gay and why i should ship it#look i didnt say they arent gay af. and these shippers dismissed my feelings completely#i think it was after that one event with the competition thing that kaveh won? idk but just they way they interacted#the way alhaitham talked to kaveh and the way kaveh responded TRIGGERED A TRAUMA RESPONSE IN ME#which made me dislike the ship and their dynamic! i didnt CARE if he was well meaning. the way he talked to kaveh#triggered a fight or flight response in me because it sounded similar to how ive been talked to and kaveh getting upset was similar to#how ive reacted to the same words. you can also argue my family cares about me like alhaitham does kaveh and its how he helps#but it doesnt mean its the kind of help we need and it doenst traumatize us lmao#so i dont get why people were so angry at me for getting triggered by this ship and disliking it for that reason#while i can still admit that they are gay af and seem to get a long a bit better after that and i can tolerate them now#since its been a while and i dont remember it enough to have a trauma response when seeing them anymore lmao#but its just annoying that shippers can be so toxic 💀 they care more about their fictional men ship than me. a real person. weird#not tagging the ship so i dont get more angry shippers in my notes....but they found me last time with no tags so hi. dont yell at me again!#but maybe no one will care since im putting my “anti ship propaganda” in the tags this time and not the main post lmao#just dont read my tags so you dont get mad at me for being uncomfortable by this ship dynamic. but if youre reading this...its too late#leave me alone they arent real and i am so im more important right 😅#let me shame the shippers that dismissed my real feelings because they think their ship is more important than a real person lmao#you cant tell me im wrong when a trauma response isnt a choice and happens against your will 💀#BE ASHAMED YOU NERDS#I WILL BITE YOUR KNEECAPS#sorry i just had to vent lmao
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crimsongrimoire · 9 months ago
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i literally. Just need them to talk. so badly. it makes me ill and insane. wrio furina friendship is so real to me. i just need furina to be everyone's sister figure now it's the law
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