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[soliloquics]

@kalopsiad : ❝ Happy Birthday Zhongli. ❞ The water dragon shyly offers an ornate wooden box. Beautifully crafted combs lie within, that match his friend's colors.

oh   ?   his   expression   softened   when   the   box   was   presented,   lips   spreading   into   a   grateful,   endeared   smile.   he   accepted   it   and   carefully   opened   the   lid,   a   soft   spark   of   glee   in   his   gaze   as   he   eyed   the   combs,   and   reached   in   to   grasp   one,   inspecting   it   carefully   for   a   few   moments,   before   setting   it   back   and   cautiously   closing   the   container   once   more.

❛    they're   beautifully   made,   and   a   very   thoughtful   gift   indeed.   i   will   be   sure   to   take   meticulous   care   of   them,   thank   you.   ❜

[commander-nura-rihan]

Ritsuka coughs repeatedly, covering his mouth, hoping no one has heard him.

"Mind telling me why it looks like you're trying to hide." Rihan heard the coughing and he wasn't going to ignore it.

"Now I am glad I got hungry and was wandering around for a snack. Let me give you a hand?"

[diivineray]

「 PRESS 」 : hua cheng & xie lian

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 // ACCEPTING

                    ────୨🌼ৎ──── Each time Xie Lian believed he was finally accustomed to the sensation of Hua Cheng’s lips against his, he was inevitably proven wrong. The kiss held a depth that transcended the simple act of pressing lips together; it was a powerful exchange of spiritual energy, charged with an electric intensity. Hua Cheng kissed him with a fervor that suggested a bittersweet urgency as if he were savoring a precious moment that could slip away at any instant. Each touch felt like a farewell, leaving Xie Lian breathless && yearning for more. 

                Xie Lian felt a haze envelop his mind, his back pressed firmly against the wall of his small shrine. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows, accentuating the contours of Hua Cheng's face as their lips met in a fervent kiss, igniting a spark of warmth within Xie Lian’s chest. Every gentle caress sent shivers coursing through his body, && his heart raced like a wild drum, each thump echoing in the stillness. With each touch, a fire surged through him—a passionate longing he had never dared to believe was possible until he met Hua Cheng, consuming him entirely in its blaze.

              His journey in cultivation had always been fraught with challenges. For if he sought companionship, his progress would stall, particularly if he attempted to stray from a pure && chaste path. If he had been in the arms of any other right now, their actions would leave him feeling increasingly diminished. Yet, with Hua Cheng, everything changed. Although he sensed his cultivation wavering, an astonishing transformation would occur. His body would suddenly erupt with an overwhelming tide of spiritual energy, a force so powerful that it threatened to burst beyond his limits, leaving him both exhilarated and breathless as he fought to keep Hua Cheng's lips on his own. 

            It felt as though he were immersed in an eternal existence, a sensation that beckoned Xie Lian to surrender to his deepest desires. The intoxicating allure urged him to draw his ghost king nearer, their connection electrifying as he embraced the warmth of their shared intimacy. His hands roamed over his exposed chest, exploring the smooth, warm skin with a tender touch. Each caress felt delicate and intentional as if he were tracing the contours of a masterpiece sculpted by Hua Cheng himself, reveling in the beauty of the moment and the artistry it represented. The delicate jingle of his jewelry echoed in his ears, each tiny chime resonating like a soft melody. It intertwined beautifully with the urgency in Xie Lian's voice as he called out for Hua Cheng, desperation lacing his words with emotion. The combination of the shimmering sound and his heartfelt cries painted a vivid picture of longing and want.

          Xie Lian's cheeks blossomed with a vivid crimson hue, warmth radiating from his face as embarrassment washed over him as he felt Hua Cheng's leg slip between his own, rubbing against his slowly hardening erection and making the divine being squirm in his hold. His words hitched in his throat with unexpected shyness and embarrassment. He always felt a rush of shyness the longer they lingered in this intimate moment, && though it wasn't their first experience together, it somehow felt refreshingly new each time.

       For Xie Lian, every kiss from Hua Cheng ignited a familiar flutter in his chest, a sweetness that rendered him speechless. Hua Cheng’s fingers gently trailed over his skin, each touch affectionate and reverent, as if he were a precious treasure. Xie Lian savored those moments, appreciating the way Hua Cheng adored him more profoundly than anyone ever had before. As they reluctantly break apart to catch their breath, a slight tremor colors Xie Lian's voice. His hands gently cradle Hua Cheng's face, fingers brushing against his skin with a tenderness that speaks volumes. A warm smile blooms on Xie Lian's lips, a silent encouragement sparkling in his eyes as he offers Hua Cheng the reassurance he needs to continue.

[endexe]

SMALLER THAN DUST ON THIS MAP LIES THE GREATEST THING WE HAVE: THE DIRT IN WHICH OUR ROOTS MAY GROW AND THE RIGHT TO CALL IT HOME.

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[soliloquics]

@kalopsiad : "Why do I get the feeling that you're not telling me everything?" | Jing Yuan & Yīnyuè

parting   with   one's   worries   and   containing   them   to   protect   others   were   two   sides   of   scales   that   jing   yuan   seldom   truly   managed   to   balance.   he   preferred   shielding   those   around   him   from   whatever   harm   and   discomfort   he   could,   and   that   often   meant   bottling   the   things   plaguing   him.   at   times,   this   pertained   to   specific   topics,   but   as   far   as   yinyue   was   concerned,   it   enveloped   a   great   many   matters.

that   treating   him   in   such   a   way   was   not   always   fair   was   obvious,   but   it   was   a   price   the   general   thought   necessary   to   pay.   he   offered   the   dragon   a   soft,   faintly   apologetic   smile.   ❛    i   do   not   purposely   keep   secrets   of   a   grand   magnitude   from   you,   rest   assured,   ❜   he   said,   tacitly.   ❛    some   matters   are   more   difficult   to   say   than   they   might   be   to   keep,   however.   ❜

[soliloquics]

@kalopsiad : "What secrets are darkening your brow?" | Rukkhadevata & Zhongli

the   question   threatened   to   draw   an   exasperated   sigh   from   the   archon.   given   the   nature   of   a   number   of   the   contracts   he   kept,   secrecy   was   integral   and   ever   present.   celestia   itself   weaponised   silence   and   censorship   in   its   own   way,   and   zhongli   had   long,   long   ago   come   to   fathom   the   weight   held   by   information   and   secrecy   alike.

some   developments   were   more   strenuous   than   others   and   made   it   taxing   to   hide   what   needed   to   be   hidden,   but   he   simply   did   not   have   the   liberty   of   disclosing   these   things—   it   would   go   against   his   very   being   to   so   blatantly   defy   the   contracts   he   had   forged.

❛    there   is   no   need   to   fret,   ❜   he   assured.   ❛    the   contracts   i   have   made   must   not   be   taken   lightly,   and   what   secrecy   i   have   been   sworn   to   has   been   agreed   upon   willingly.   i   appreciate   your   concern,   still.   ❜

[soliloquics]

@kalopsiad : Yīnyuè tries to stifle a yawn, but it escapes, revealing sharpened fangs. If he were with anyone other than Jing Yuan, he would've had to cover his mouth, with his sleeve.

that   golden   gaze   of   his   inevitably   dropped   to   those   temptingly   sharp   canines.   fleetingly,   temptation   to   let   fingers   brush   past   soft   lips   to   press   against   the   sharp   tips   danced   about   his   mind,   his   head   canting   ever   so   slightly   as   he   weighed   just   how   likely   it   was   that   he   could   get   away   with   something   so   unarguably   shameless.   in   the   end,   however,   he   ended   up   simply   watching   him   silently   for   a   few   moments   before   offering   a   soft   smirk,   and   reaching   out   to   cup   the   side   of   his   jaw.   his   thumb   traced   gently   along   the   corner   of   his   mouth,   and   his   gaze   softened   just   a   touch.   ❛    tired   ?   we   could   squeeze   in   a   nap,   if   you'd   like.   ❜

[endexe]

                                       ❝   I can’t lose you . . .   ❞                                                               —   @kalopsiad​​

BUDDY NEARLY LAUGHS AT WHAT BEARS AN IRONY .   For a moment , they thought they heard themself saying it , but , of course , it had to be Rachael’s words when she will die before them .    [   I have seen your death in my dreams   /   as my illusions , God’s ways of killing you different within every single witness .   It is a cruel reminder from Fate that I am meant to be a lonely thing   /   that I am meant to be all alone , and there is nothing more poetic than that .   ]   Resentment hidden behind a weak smile , Buddy caresses Rachael’s cheeks , their teary eyes full of dying stars .   “   You - you can - you can not lose me , Rach .   “   Not when Buddy themself will be the one to be losing everything and everyone in the end .   “   Just say my name and I - I - I will try my ab- my absolute best to come to you as soon - as soon as possible .   “   (   Even as you stand at the end of the world , I will find you and rest myself in your heart , my home .   )   As said in soft comfort , they press their lips on hers , making a promise that she will not be the witness to their tale’s end , that her death will be gentle and forgiving as this kiss .   

[endexe]

                                                                                      SLEEP HABITS .

NAME  :  No One , Someone , Everyone, None; goes by any names, though does end up holding onto a specific name to that particular person who refers them as that name often. ( Out of character, is known as [ redacted ] or R for short. )

RESIDENCE : Nowhere , Somewhere , Everywhere. In most timelines, they are known to be constantly travelling everywhere at anytime, so there is generally a likelihood that they do not have a home , so they sleep either outside regardless of the weather conditions or, rarely , in homeless shelters if they are available. However, the following specific [ redacted ] counterparts who does have a home to live in are: Boo Potts in New York City, New York with Pepper ( msppotts ), Buddy in United States with Rachel ( kalopsiad ),  Loki Zhao in United States with Moa ( asynjja ), and Paxton Parish in Chicago, Illinois with Max ( hisflaws ) and Red ( hermarks ) and occasionally Natalie ( vicedamaged ) in her own home.

TYPE OF BED : Most counterparts who live with their family are most likely to have a twin bed while those with a significant other may have a queen or king bed. If R ever happens to settle down with their own home or their family lets them have their own wanted bed, they prefer to have a bunkbed or the kind of bed that have access to movability ( swinging bed, rocking bed, hammock, etcetera ).

NUMBER OF BLANKETS : It really depends on how well their body processes with the temperature for the time being, feeling cold or hot in any level at unpredictable timing. Anytime, regardless of the weather conditions, they may have zero blanket to three to four at very least due to not wanting to feel “ trapped “ with having too many sheets over them. There can be an extra that can count with a soft blanket that is more used to be held as a plush rather than covering themself from the cold.

NUMBER OF PILLOWS : It can be zero to at the very least ten, usually. They just enjoy making their bed the most comfortable and being surrounded with comfy materials.

TYPE OF CLOTHING : Often times when sleeping alone, with a friend ( if they’re okay with it ) or significant other, they sleep naked or partially in just their boxer due to the high sensitivity of their skin that usually makes it difficult for them to sleep when the material of the clothes can often irritate them. In other cases though, they do sleep in pyjamas with colourful patterns to them or just a t-shirt and lounge pants.

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY : In most timelines, they do, if you count any of their plush toys they sleep with as a company.

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY : They do most certainly in most timelines. They rarely to never sleep alone due to their fear of having no one to reach out for support when there is a high chance that they may experience a nightmare or disorientation when they wake up. Generally, they do need to have someone with them because if they miraculously did not get a nightmare from it, there is still a chance that when they wake up, they may face the feeling of being out of place or not remember certain things or everything, at least for temporary.

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP : Not really as they can sleep anywhere regardless. of anything. Sometimes, they fall asleep at usual places such as in the bathtub, the closet, on the top of the kitchen table, the roof of a building, etcetera, so they are comfortable with sleeping on any spots and in any locations.

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CAN’T FALL ASLEEP : [ brief nsfw mention ] They rely on listening to music or noises, such as white noises and rain, to help them sleep. They may end up creating stories or scenarios in their mind to help exhaust them out. If they are sleeping with someone, they tend to ask them to read a bedtime story to them as they always help them fall asleep. Or they may ask the person to rock them when rocking is one of the things R do for joy and comfort. The most common method they go for is masturbating themself, considering their very high interest in sexual pleasure. It doesn’t always work because their vessel isn’t fully human, though it never hurts to try.

FREQUENT DREAMS / NIGHTMARES : Their dreams can be anything from it being a regular dream, a reminder of the past, even prophetic as it is a glimpse from the future. Though often times, the glitches would invade their dreams, causing everything and everyone in them to appear a bit more disoriented or not right in a way that makes the core of the brain constantly itching. However, they do generally experience nightmares more often that surround either their fears or past traumas.

SLUMBER OR NAPS : It varies. Sometimes their body may make them sleep longer or shorter than expected within a reason or no reason at all, so it’s unpredictable to note how often they take naps or proper sleeps.

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP : Anytime as whenever their body can allow them to rest, really.

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM : Anything from a noise occurring nearby, even if it’s a quiet one, someone leaving the bed they’re on with R, touching them, so forth. They are generally a very light sleeper while their senses are extremely sensitive to the point they are easy to pick up anything within their space and even outside of it that can wake them up. Although in most cases, the nightmares are what get them up.

EARLY OR LATE RISER : Usually, [ redacted ] would wake up quite early at anytime before 6am, but their sleeping pattern is unpredictable, so who really knows in the end.