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[paru-3]

[hycinthrt]

speaking of hadestown also ive been listening to different recordings lately and broadway epic iii my beloved ‘and i know how it was because he was like me a man in love with a woman’ they will never make me hate you

[quebeisiwk1829]

Hiiiii :3333 hello >⁠.⁠< helo (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[fleshcarverfugitive]

so glad i'm getting a bg3 accurate experience in the rpc

with how many ships amalica has

it feels just like everyone trying to flirt with her in the game LMAO

[brynn-lear]

I never got too deep into enstars but there are days where I miss Mama 😔

[zhongrin]

ok which ones of you keep making neuvillette cry whenever i have to go out these past weeks. i want to talk.

[lightgriffinsect]

love them being foils in the sense that all Psychic knows how to do is give and all Void knows how to do is take.

pair this with their literal species. Psychic is a being made of energy. He's constantly emitting warmth and power, using it for others' sake. Giving himself away until there's nothing left. He considers his entire purpose to be this, being a source for everyone around him to draw energy from. He is the very antithesis of Void. His entire philosophy is to be of use to others, to put whoever he's serving first. That's why I assume he's physically warm to the touch, because he's emitting that energy all the time. Psychic cannot exist without a purpose to serve, to give, that's just who he is.

Void is a pocket of nothing. He is the very absence of space or time. He cannot radiate the same warmth Psychic does. He cannot serve others' interests. It's towards him that all purpose must lead, and everything has to come back to him at some point. He's a vacuum, literally and figuratively. It shows in his mindset too, how he's completely self-centered. He genuinely doesn't comprehend any world where he is not the center of everything. That's why we all headcanon him to be cold to the touch, the total opposite of Psychic. He's absorbing all the heat, all the light that the stars around him provide, and displaying it as his own.

I wonder how much of the energy Void has taken in since their first meeting has been Psychic's.

I talked about this like a year ago or something. Psychic sees the world for what it is and paints himself as someone who can never give back enough. Void sees the world in himself, frames his entire purpose around the mindset that he can never take enough.

They're such foils and yet they manage to have so much in common. Spending so much of their lives alone, yet their different responses to companionship when they finally receive it. How they manage to bond over their mutual hate for BF, albeit for totally different reasons.

tl;dr: augwjddbhdxbdjcbdjxbdjxndshr. 😶

[welcometoteyvat]

Xingqiu slumps onto his desk, defeated. The deadline for a special volume of A Legend of Sword is scarcely three nights away, and yet he still hasn’t progressed past the first fight sequence. Every word he pens feels inadequate, his characters are becoming more and more crooked, and the sentences are crawling away from him like silkworms off the page—one, two, three, four… Wait—but the next arc… His valiant unnamed hero will claim a narrow victory against the Tai-Shogun’s cyborg samurai, and then—and then…

When Xingqiu’s eyelids flutter open again, the lantern by his window has dimmed considerably. He cannot have dozed off for that long, can he?

At least his father and brother are asleep. It would be best if they never find out about his sleeping schedule.

The shadow of his hand is so sharp against the pages of his lantern-lit draft. Xingqiu traces the ridges of his knuckles, a flickering black silhouette on the page beneath it. From this angle, it almost looks like a dragon’s mouth, one of the Natlan kinds… Maybe he’ll be able to see one in person someday…

He should try to finish this chapter, since it’s almost done anyways… Oh, but didn’t Calx mention something about their alchemy experiments in their last letter? Perhaps they know a potion that could increase his inspiration… it wouldn’t be too late to ask about it, right?

His eyes shut slowly.

“—qiu. Xingqiu. Hey, bookworm. Aren’t you a sorry sight, hm?” Someone is poking his shoulder. He wishes they would stop. He knows that voice. It—

“…Wh— Hu Tao? Isn’t it late? How did you even get in?” Where is she? Xingqiu can only stare blearily in the direction of her voice, strangely disembodied in the pitch-black room.

“The same way I always do; don’t tell me you already forgot? Anyways, there was business at Wuwang Hill tonight. It takes a long time to walk back.” There's rustling, the tap-tap of shoes against the sandalwood floor, and then a crackling of fire as Xingqiu's lantern flickers to life again. It illuminates Xingqiu’s room, his manuscript, and the girl leaning against his desk, idly twirling her hat round her thumb. A smile dances across Hu Tao’s peach blossom eyes, and her merry lips quirk up at the corners, greeting him warmly. Xingqiu is impressed by her liveliness at such an hour; anyone normal would never be in such a good mood in this dead of night. Of course, Hu Tao has never settled for normalcy. And he would be delighted to see her any other time, but…

“Hu Tao, I appreciate your visit, but you should head back to Wangsheng. I need to focus, and you should rest too.” Xingqiu straightens in his chair, and immediately grimaces—his back is aching. Hu Tao’s eyes narrow, and Xingqiu resigns himself. He’s never been able to hide much from her: not his double standards, his avoidance, his fatigue.

“You’ve been in this slump for at least a week, and you’re still putting on a brave face? It’s unbecoming for a chivalric hero to refuse help in dire straits, Xingqiu.” Hu Tao’s voice is rarely so serious, and Xingqiu can feel her studying him, her gaze quietly burning. He looks away. When had she become so adept at instilling that indescribable feeling of shame-guilt in him?

“How long have you been working on this dialogue? You know, inspiration won’t strike you like a lightning bolt in this dead of night, or it would’ve already.”

“I—” Xingqiu looks back at the draft. The last sentence trails off illegibly, and there are ink splatters all over the page—it seems his brush control is no better with less sleep. He sighs.

“Aiya… look at you, already so despondent. Isn’t your deadline still three midnights away? Come on, you’re already turning into a dull and uninspired young master. If you go on like this, soon I won’t have anyone to trade verses with anymore.”

“Hey! I’m not becoming dull or uninspired! I just… I just need a bit more time.” Yeah, that’s it. He just needs to get used to the flow of his story again. After all, there’s never been another way out, has there?

“Hm. Whatever you say, young master. Listen, let me tell you about the hanged ghost mystery that cropped up a week ago; it’ll send chills down your spine for sure. I guarantee it would make for an incredible plot point!” There’s a warm lilt in Hu Tao’s voice—a rare teasing fondness that makes Xingqiu raise his head. She is looking at him expectantly, eyes alight with the promise of a good story, words waiting to spill from her lips like the sweet melody of just-ready rice wine.

Really, this girl. It’s scary how much she understands him.

“Oh? Then, if it pleases Master Hu to continue, my attention is all hers.”

———

notes: i have no idea how hu tao could get into his room tbh i just accept she's better at being a prankster than i am lmao. peach blossom eyes does not just refer to hu tao's pupils, it's an eye shape classification! i thought it fits her <3 (putting this note here since I already described it like that 2x) also just imagine that xingqiu usually has relatively fast reflexes but he's eepy and tired so he isn't as alert against intruders. also, smiles serenely. they could be each other's muses and inspirations (high honor). this is rlly just xingqiu going through The Horrors (writers block) but i hope it's decent i love him dearly. i dont actually know if hu tao was written that well tbh something about writing in limited perspective kinda fucks me up idk. the more i look at this the more things i find wrong with it but i need to be free from it now or it's never getting done

also this is irrelevant to this snippet but i choose to believe in shit eyesight xingqiu who got the teyvat equivalent of contacts and/or lasik eye surgery. he would've needed glasses but he doesn't want to look like an Old Man!!!! (baizhu: ._. )

[dia-smthidk]

what if a carnival voci blog was made

oh honey, shit is gonna go down..

[askjaxthedigitalrabbit]

I met a cool guy named Michael today. He kinda sounded like you

Wow, thats greeeeeaaaaaaaat...

[p4rty4nim4l]

👅

WHY’RE YOU GETTING 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂?! FINE THEN I’LL SHOW YOU MY INNER 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 ASWELL!

*gets freaky or something IDFK*

[lousylemonseminar]

A chart. Just for me

((This seems a bit freaky from the outside looking in and I hope it just comes across as me being a massive fan of people’s work instead of Stalkery . Sorry the fandom here specifically has had an insane influence on me I think and I know at least ONE of you FREAKKKS made me so comfortable with being alive and appreciating life and realize that there’s so much ahead of me. If it’s not weird, the art I’ve seen from them capture moments in time so intricately well and constantly reminds me of the joys (and horrors if you’re into that) of life and I cannot thank them enough for that glimpse ANYWAYS…)

The y axis is interchangeable

[thewingedgoat]

Made this on the whiteboard rn, A mix of a common cockatiel and a Utharaptor

Anyways feel free to join since I'm alone rn and yeah

[heaven-dope]

gale squirming as he presses quins hand to his chest.... what are we 😳

[transford-pines]

actually i hate gay people

[welcometoteyvat]

hsr pros: characters good at emoting, models are unique, good emoting, phones

hsr cons: turn based combat, dripless designs 🧍‍♀️