#monoceros caeli; ajax

[muses-of-teyvat]

Running errands feels somewhat pointless in Ajax's mind, these days. There are big things coming on the horizon, and yet he is still stuck traveling, making sure 'people are still feeling a Fatui presence'. He understands the idea behind it, not wanting to tip anyone off that they're about to make any big moves, but he'd really much rather be back home with his family for as long as he still can. He holds up a book on regional folk tales he's considering buying and turns to the side. "Think this would make a good gift for a twelve-year old boy?" Anthon is much more of a reader than... any of them, really, but Ajax sometimes has trouble telling which stories are too bloody for him and which are too boring.

[carrotsfornary]

Okay this thing is one year old-

I'm not used to csp at all but i tried

[narwhalandchill]

oh my fucking god i feel. SO stupid rn at How i didnt make the (super sane very normal just absolutely. Yes. Surely) connection earlier but uhh

so anyway im now like 89% certain that whatever the "traces" of the narwhal that remain on ajax and facilitate their (ever-growing) innate connection are like. an actually fundamental aspect of it (them?) more or less.

why? because if you consider its pov just for a moment. the narwhal was literally about to depart teyvat for good. it had nearly finished consuming the primordial sea and preparing to breach surface to finish the job by eating the french for the leftovers their human bodies were made from. its an interstellar voyager it does not linger on planets it devours. it goes glug glug and it leaves.

and like if it wasnt for traveler intervening its confirmed through narzissenkreuz and renes world formula that teyvat wouldve just been destroyed. no one could have stopped the narwhal not neuvillette not focalors not anyone.

so what was the one other thing it did right before going for that french brunch? calling for ajax. getting them reunited in the primordial sea. like all the possible implications aside bc theres many different ways to speculate on the exact reasons why and the nature of that link. the point remains.

it wasnt leaving teyvat without finding him.

like the narwhal is about to fucking Dip from this cringe planet and whatever part of it that ajax carries within himself his narwhal Absolutely wanted to be reunited with. what the fuck am i supposed to read from that. hoyo???????!??! answers?!?!?!

and its not only the calling from the narwhal side itself either bc this is ALL coinciding with the growth of a 'restless power' within ajax and his vision malfunctioning (the things celestia is literally confirmed to harvest energy thru to repair its damaged authority) and his connection with the narwhal reaching an actual conscious level (arguably subconscious n emotional too bc i find it Curious his mood is poor right as the narwhal is repeatedly described as positively malding to the point its boss fight mechanic is literally a rage meter). ajax' power is growing. his destiny is starting to shift and something is drawing him to fontaine... right as the narwhal is getting close to finished with the primordial sea. funny how it overlaps eh. how it aligns 🤨🤨 why are they orbiting each other like this (they should kiss)

(& not to even Mention how ajax just Happened to get that absolutely exponential and borderline unbelievable feat of power spike in extending his foul legacy endurance as massively as he did. while. within the primordial sea. with his narwhal. who had at that point all but incorporated the power of that sea into itself. i s2g if childe was getting passive home turf co-op bonus exp with a 4x multiplier automatically the whole 40+ days 💀💀)

[tetsuskei]

why is foul legacy the second most played track on my spotify wrapped .

[nacrelysis]

you've heard of the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny, now get ready for monoceros caeli: ultimate smackdown of ultimate proportions

[kaeyapilled]

would you rather fistfight tartaglia behind the church of favonius or lose 30 rock paper scissors rounds to ayato in a row and he’s making this smug face at you the entire time like he predicted every move you were going to make

gave this like a full day of thought. maybe two days i dont know i have poor memory. if we are analyzing this hypothetical scenario seriously i will have to take ayato rock paper scissors. i could not hold my own in a fist fight against like. anyone. much less childe tartaglia. the psychological warfare that the ayato option implies would be extremely tough to brave my way through but at least my bones will be intact by the end of it

[zinnia--0]

opinions on childe

interactions of yoimiya and the traveler regarding childe during the “outside the canvas, inside the lens” event have caused an uproar, especially on twitter. although most may argue that the traveler is being too harsh on childe, i do think that it may also be justified given that childe being a good big bro doesn’t make him any less of a morally-grey antagonist.

ps. this post was originally posted on nov 22, 2022.

i’ve watched aster’s analysis on childe’s persona, and it couldn’t have been worded better. childe’s big brother side isn’t childe’s redemption arc and/or full personality, rather it is an extension to his overall character.

childe’s personality is very complex to the point that even the traveler has some mixed thoughts on his actions. if there is one thing that the traveler understands most about childe, it’s his love for his family, and the rest is in sort of a blur.

i think one thing the people often forget about childe is that he is as power-hungry as the other harbingers. it’s just that childe chooses to be upfront and honest about it rather than be scheme-y. he likes the idea of showing his full potential in a fair fight rather than using underhanded tactics. but all this honesty doesn’t mean that he can’t be hostile when he has to.

during the event, even yoimiya has stated that while she acknowledges his goodness by standing as a big brother in front of the kids, she still remains vigilant in case childe tries to pull something. what more with traveler who has personally witnessed childe in action? especially when childe has never showed any signs of regret about his actions as a harbinger. during the liyue archon, childe himself admitted that there is no way someone like him is to be trusted since he is a harbinger. he knows full well what his duty as a harbinger entails.

in conclusion, childe’s personality isn’t a choice between a good brother or a power-seeking harbinger but rather a mixture of both. he is both of these two. while the traveler can trust childe’s instincts as a good brother who wants what’s best for his siblings, the traveler can also be wary about childe if we’re talking about his work as a harbinger.

p.s. of course, this doesn’t excuse the fact that the traveler almost revealed childe’s true identity in front of the children, given that childe is the defender of childhood dreams. i was also taken aback by this and wished that the traveler could’ve at least talked to yoimiya in private.

[nightmarearian]

fun fact: the "nar" in narwhal apparently means "corpse" in old norse, referencing their corpse-like color.

was not expecting to find a reference to fucking corpses when researching narwhals (guess why ahah look at my pfp edit:oopthisisinvalidnow) but i mean

fitting???

for what i was researching and why???

lol

[mahiloo]

Oh, shoot! A ChiLumi bookmark!

(Also, yes, I doubt that the white pants she's usually seen wearing under her dress are undies)

[notachilde]

#tags for notachilde#

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AJAX CHILDE TARTAGLIA FOUL LEGACY THE DEVOURING DEEP MONOCEROS CAELI ELEVENTH OF THE FATUI HARBINGERS RIGHT NOW

[lostsunlight]

CHAPTER 9 - TAPESTRY OF FATE

childe x reader, wc: 4k, masterlist , Ao3

cw: nsfw, violence, murder

I can’t stand the stench of abyssal creatures 

Your words clung to him, what would you say if you knew? Childe let out a deep sigh, arm slung over his face. You would have to know eventually, he needed his Foul Legacy to even stand a chance of beating Morax. 

Tsaritsa, the main reason he had offered you that deal to work for him was so none of his underlings would see him after his use of abyssal power. The thought of anyone seeing in that state made him want to retch. Maintaining his position as Harbinger came with the price of publicly appearing invincible. 

He tossed and turned for a while, determined to not let his worry best him. After a bit, sleep finally claimed him. 

He awoke to find himself feeling like he was falling upwards again, he turned his body just in time for his feet to hit the ground. The smell was the first thing that clued him into where he was. 

The Abyss had its beauty, trees stretching its arms upwards towards the light realms, crowned by hanging circles glinting in the light. 

It was almost enough to call it home, but the Abyss lacked the wind, the dirt, the seas of Teyvat. It was missing humanity, it was twisted into a stunning mockery of ancient civilisations. Ruins restored the stone as fresh as it was the day it was laid. 

He walked through the arena, turning around as he tilted his head upwards to the sky, domain stretching into fog all around him, trees blooming in white in the distance. 

He reached the centre of the carved arena. To his left he caught a figure approaching, he tried to run but his body was frozen in fear. 

"Stay. Do not be afraid boy" 

That voice. He turned to see her, the one he had spent the last six years searching for. He whipped around to see Skirk, sword brandished. 

He now towered over her. She remained the same, if not slightly more menacing. She placed the tip of her sword against his cheek and turned his head, inspecting it. 

“What's an innocent creature like you doing in a place like this?” She murmured to herself. 

“Do you want to learn to fight boy?” 

Ajax opened his mouth to answer but before he could get the words out he felt his body lurch downwards, he was falling again. This time he didn't have the time to turn around, his body hit the ground. Hard. 

He opened his eyes to see himself at the base of a cliff, a warm breeze blowing past him. He looked at his hand to find it covered in blood, pain searing through his chest. How rare for him to be covered in his own blood nowadays. 

He grit his teeth and leaned his head back on the cliff. He closed his eyes for a moment, in the darkness he saw a pair of bright eyes looking back at him, blindly he reached out. His hand reached warm skin. 

His eyes flew open to see you, his hand resting on your cheek, blood nowhere to be seen. Soft lamplight illuminated you as your hand wrapped around his wrist. Silk sheets pooled at your waist as your arms moved. Against his own body’s will he leaned in capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. 

Your hands trailed down his bare chest, exploring every part of him. 

You broke this kiss, resting your forehead against his, breath intermingling with each others 

“I know what you are”

Your hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, blood welling up in crescent moon shapes. You gave him a hard push downwards. 

The cold hit him first, then the lack of oxygen. He was floating in an endless sea of stars, below him he felt the water's current move. Monoceros Caeli revealed its terrible, beautiful form from the depths. 

He reached out on instinct, touching the beast, he just brushed the tips of his fingers across its ice cold skin. The primordial creature turned and reared its horn, before Ajax could act he felt himself being pierced by its tusk. 

Childe shot up, throat burned raw from a scream, panting and covered in sweat. He tried to draw air into his lungs, leaning over and bracing himself on the mattress. 

The door cracked open to reveal you with a rather panicked look on your face

“I heard you scream, are you ok?”

Childe looked up at you and a veritable tsunami of nausea and dizziness hit him, he could still feel your hands lingering on his skin. 

“I’m fine. Just a nightmare” Childe turned his head to look away from you

You walked up to the bed and seated yourself on the edge next to him 

“You need to talk?”

Against his better judgement to distance himself for you he began to speak

“I was falling and then I hit The Primordial Sea. I saw Monoceros Caeli again. It stabbed me with its tusk and then I woke up” 

“Again?” Your eyes skirted down his bare abdomen, landing on a scar at the centre of his navel, it looked old. 

“I've seen it in dreams before” Childe lied, telling you about what happened when he was fourteen would surely send you running. He needed to keep you close, but put emotional distance between the two of you. A tough thing to maintain.

You looked out the window, day was just about to break “That must have been terrifying”

“Tch- I don't get scared anymore”

“And yet you woke up screaming. You have every right to be scared, dreams carry grains of truth which make them feel so real”

“And what grains of truth would being stabbed by a celestial narwhal carry?”

You shrug and move a piece of rusty hair out of his eyes “You tell me”

Childe batted your hand away, sitting up from his elbows to be at eye level with you. You twisted your body to meet his gaze. 

“It’s too early to think about such things” Childe looked at you, you didn’t look like you had just woken up like him. 

“What are you doing up so early anyways?”

“I couldn’t sleep. Paranoia I think” You wrapped an arm around your body, the other one supporting your weight

“About the Knights?” Childe hunched forward

“Something like that” You looked down and sighed “I need to get to the Pharmacy, will you be ok?”

“I'll be just fine Y/N, dont worry about me”

✧

Life continued for a few weeks. You and Childe dancing around each other. Him stepping back at the slightest indication of intimacy. The days blurred together, getting home from training at the Pharmacy to see an empty house, hearing footsteps enter the house late at night and leave at indiscriminate times.

You had once caught Childe at the storytellers with a strange man. You had asked him about it but he had brushed it off ‘business associate’ is what he said. 

The only time you spend together was the seemingly endless training sessions, drilling you endlessly on technique, speed and strength. You had half a mind to guess he was only doing it for his benefit, he certainly enjoyed obliterating hilichurl camps more than you. One night you had taken a perch on a rock just to watch him. 

Admittedly you had gotten better at using a catalyst, you could make a hydro knife out of thin air without a second thought now. Knowing how to fight, albeit not that well, gave you some sense of reassurance.

Rumours of a strange traveller saving Mondstadt from Stormterror began to fill the streets of Liyue Harbour. They say he was aided by the God of Wind. You almost couldn't believe it, a threat like that quelled so quickly. You could only hope the aftermath kept The Order distracted enough from you and your disappearance. 

Before you knew it the Rite of Descension was upon you. Baizhu had even allowed you and Qiqi to take the day off to see it. The two of you made your way to Yujing Terrace early, hand clasped around Qiqi’s. You had gotten used to her cold skin and her general ambivalent demeanour.

The two of you walked to one of the large metal censers, earthy scent wafting towards the sky in thin tendrils of smoke. Baizhu had told you about the tradition of praying to make a wish before the Rite. 

You let Qiqi amble up first to make her wish, a few moments later you approached the censer. Collapsing your hands together in the Mondstadt tradition you wished to no god in particular that you would remain free.

Turning back you look down at Qiqi, dwarfed by the crowd, you hoist her up on your shoulders so she can see better. He places her small hands on top of your head and leans forward.

“Are you excited Qiqi?” You ask, weaving your way through the crowd to get a better view of Rex Lapis. 

“Yes” she replied airily, as if she was indifferent to see a god before her eyes. Perhaps she was used to it, Morax looked after his city after all. From what you had gathered the Rite was a yearly occurrence.

You look around, mainly for Childe. You had asked him after another bloody night on Mount Tianheng if he had ever planned to kill Rex Lapis at the Rite. He replied that there were too many people around, that he had wanted to reduce casualties somehow. 

The crowd fell silent as the Tianquan stepped into the centre of the Terrace, flanked by two assistants. The white-haired woman stepped in front of the altar overloaded with offerings, in the centre a jade censer. She was the epitome of wealth and elegance. You held your breath with anticipation. 

She stood tall and rigid, hands caged in gold clasped in front of her. 

“The hour is upon us” Lady Ningguang announced, the energy in the crowd shifted to one of excitement. 

She summoned a few glowing pieces of Cor Lapis which began to rapidly circle around her rising along with her arms. After a few moments she directed the crystals at the censer, each one flying to take its place. 

All of a sudden a golden beam shot from the censer towards the sky, you watched in awe. The sky darkened and the clouds formed a vortex around the beam turning the sky stormy, there were distant sounds of thunder. 

You could hear Qiqi mumble “That doesn't look good”

The crowd began to murmur but before the speculation could really begin a large dragon came tumbling from the sky. It hit the ground with a sickening crunch, dust blowing up around it. The crows gasped in shock.

Rex Lapis, dead, fallen before his own people.

Lady Ningguang approached the lifeless corpse, ancient eyes looking empty. She brushed her hands over his eyelids, closing them. Despite the thousands of people around you there was a cold, dead silence hanging over the people of Liyue.

You stood there not believing your eyes, all of a sudden you felt lightheaded. Rex Lapis, but Childe- 

Your thoughts were cut off by Lady Ningguang abruptly standing up. 

 “Rex Lapis has been killed! Seal the exits!” She commanded

The Milellith came rushing in blocking any way out the pavilion. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a blonde boy trying to sneak out. Removing Qiqi form your shoulders you placed her on your back.

“Hold on now” You whisper

Slowly you follow who you thought was the traveller, who was trying to avoid the guards questioning anyone who was at The Rite. You had a feeling Childe was going to try and involve someone like him in his schemes.

You witnessed him jump off a ledge, you walked up to the balustrade and leaned over, Qiqi still clinging onto your back. 

He snuck behind a rock, a small fairy-like creature appearing in a burst of constellations, desperately looking around. Unfortunately he stepped on a broken bit of jade, alerting the nearby guards. They circled around him, polearms pointed at him. He summoned his sword ready to fight. 

Out of absolutely nowhere Childe bursts out jumping over him holding his bow. Quickly switching to his dual blades he takes out the guards effortlessly in a flurry of water. 

Having seen enough you decided to leave. You had to bite your tongue and question Childe later. 

Placing Qiqi down as gently as you could, you grabbed her hand again and walked towards the gate. After being briefly questioned, you and Qiqi headed back to the Pharmacy. 

Baizhu came running out, a departure from his usual demeanour. 

“Y/N, Qiqi! I heard what happened, are you alright?”

“We're OK, we got out just fine. Nobody was hurt as far as I know”

“So it's true, Rex Lapis is dead”

You could only give a sombre nod.

✧

You flung the door open to see Childe leaning back on the couch

“What did you do” you stormed up to him seething “You said you wouldn’t kill him like that” 

You fisted the front of his shirt, pulling him towards you

“Hey! Calm down would you?” He asked coolly

“Not until you explain what the fuck just happened” 

He grabs you by the waist and flips you around so your back is against the couch, arms pinned to your side

“Hey! Get off me!” You try to pry his hands off you but his grip was too strong

Childe releases you but doesn't back down “Sorry, force of habit”

“Hmph” you cross your arms and glare up at him

“ I didn’t kill Rex Lapis, I swear on the Tsaritsa. That wasn’t the plan anyways” His voice rose ever so slightly. He sits down next to you, you twist your body to face him

“So then why did he fall from the sky?”

“I’m not sure, all I know is that I have to change my plan” he leans back and tilts his head up

“So the plan to drown Liyue is off?” 

“For now, yes, which works out for me. I didn’t want to drown Liyue but if it means the Tsaritsa gets what she wants. Orders are orders”

“Right, Duty” you turn away from him  “What's the move from here?”

“Find out where the Qixing is keeping his Exuvia and get what I need, I don't have long though just until the funeral” 

You bite your lip. This means the contract could be over sooner than later, that he wouldn't need to fight a god. 

“And where does the traveller come into this?”

“Aether? How do you know I’ve talked to him?” he shoots up and snaps his head towards you

“I saw you jump out at Yujing Terrace and knock out the Millelith after the Rite”

Childe furrows his brow “I just sent him to tell the adepti of Rex Lapis’s passing”

“I can’t just be that” You straighten up so you were eye to eye with him

“You catch on too quickly” he laughs

“That's not the answer I want” You move up from the couch and kick off your boots to start pacing

“But it's the one you're getting” 

“I don't see your objection to telling me, If anything it’ll help me to know what your up to” You stand in front of him, looking down at him sitting

“I’m just using him to stir the pot a little that's all, a failsafe if anything”  

“Did I expect anything less?” 

“You knew what you were getting yourself into when you met me” He stands up and you step back

“You don’t tell me anything! I never know where you are or what you're doing!” You say, exasperated 

“Why does it matter!” he snipes back, he walks forward and you walk backwards. Your back hits the wall

“Because I care about you, you’re human under all those layers” He looks away and you grab his face with both of your hands and turn him back towards you

“Y/N… I don't need your kindness. Getting involved with me is bad idea, keeping your distance is a wise choice” He grabs your wrists and pulls your hands off his face

“I’m already waist deep, might as well let the riptide take me under” You push yourself up on your tip-toes to get closer to him. You lean in closer, breath ghosting the shell of his ear 

“What are you afraid of?”

“What if I lose you? I have to put distance between myself and everyone, my duty as a Harbinger comes before anything else. Gods! My family is already at risk and they have the eyes of another Harbinger looking after them, but you? You would be begging to be killed” 

There was something in his dead eyes, something skirting the edges of terror. Has this happened before, did someone get killed because of him?

“Then why let me stay, why make a contract. Why bind yourself to me?” He lets go of your wrists and grabs your shoulders 

“Because you treat me like a human, not as a Harbinger or a weapon to be wielded but just as myself. Regardless of what I do, you don't care if there’s blood on my hands” 

“I don’t care because you got me out of Mondstadt, you gave me your protection and if that means I get involved with Fatui schemes then so be it”

“You are a fool” he chastises 

“Maybe, but so are you” you bite back

Tension yearned between the two of you, one of your hands returns to his cheek. He leans in breath ghosting your lips.

“Then let me do something foolish” He murmurs. You were bound together until he killed Rex Lapis, after that he could let you go, run far away from you to keep you safe. 

You don't know who closes the miniscule gap between your lips, he kisses you passionately. You return the fervour, burying your hands in his hair. You moan a little, parting your mouth giving Childe a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth.

His hands travel down your shoulders to your chest then to your hips, he gives them a squeeze and pulls back. Burying his face in your neck he kisses a spot just below your earlobe.

“Jump” His hands move to your ass, and you jump just enough so you're able to wrap your legs around his hips. He presses you into the wall, hands squeezing your ass. You yank him back in to kiss you. 

While you're kissing him your hands travel to his collar and you busy yourself by undoing the steel clasps on his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. At the same time he bunches your skirt around your hips and presses into you. 

You try to hold back a moan as his clothed bulge rubs against your clit but he pulls back and grips your jaw. 

“Don’t hold back, I want to hear you” 

You nod and he bucks against you again. This time you mewl, closing your eyes and tilting your head backwards. Childe traces a finger up your carotid, followed by his tongue. You give his hair a firm tug, pulling him back towards you. 

Your hands trace a pattern of scars down his navel, your fingers trace the top of his belt. You pull back to get some air, feeling slightly lightheaded. 

“Do you want this?” Childe murmurs

You give him a firm nod “Yes, Archons yes” 

With that he moves you from the wall to his bedroom and drops you firmly on his bed, he stands above you between your spread legs. 

“Strip for me girlie” 

“So desperate” you reply but you indulge him anyway. Removing your clothes slowly, revealing every inch of tantalising skin to him. You stop when you're just down to your underthings.

“Like what you see?” You say, looking up at him through your lashes

“Very much” He leans in to kiss you “But I think you would look better under me”

“I think I would look better on top”

“We’ll see about that” He unbuckles and slips off his pants as you shuffle a little up the bed to make room for him. 

After a few moments he's on top of you, hands caressing every inch of you. Kissing down your navel. He pulls down your underwear to reveal your glistening cunt. Hands holding your thighs keeping them apart. 

“ Гавно ” You hear him swear under his breath. Without warning he licks a stripe up your pussy. You cry in surprise and pleasure. 

“You taste amazing darling” 

He starts to eat you out, pressing hot kisses on your clit. The hand that was resting on your thigh makes its way to your entrance. He circles it for a few seconds, teasing you. You buck your hips trying to get any friction but he presses down keeping you pinned. 

Slowly he presses one finger in and curls it, you let out a high pitched whine. He adds a second finger and fuck you, moving them in and out, curling them in a way that had your orgasm approaching fast. 

Childe felt his cock stirring to attention, in just a few moments he was painfully hard, he had half a mind to turn you around and fuck you senseless into the mattress until you couldn't speak. He was too far gone to make a rational decision, to stop this and walk away. 

Sparks of pleasure made your mind feel hazy, everything he was doing, his face buried between your legs, you wanted to burn this image into your mind forever. You were a mess, whining and moaning above him, you were so close. 

“Childe! I-I”

“Good girl, so reactive for me”

He picks up the pace, hitting every spot, eating you out like a man starved for days. With one final curl of his fingers and lick to your clit you come apart. You let out a broken scream, hands tangled in his hair. 

You’re panting and leaning back resting on your forearms, eyes glazed over with lust. He rises, lips glistening. He kisses you and you taste yourself on him. 

“You did so well”

 He brushes a stand of hair away from your face. You look away blushing. He grabs your hips and presses his bare chest to yours “C’mon lets take a shower and grab something to eat”

You snap your gaze back to him “What about you” 

You found it hard to believe he would be so selfless, that he wouldn’t take full advantage of the situation and fuck you.

He buries his head in your shoulder “Don’t worry about me”

You move back to look at him. Your hand travels down to feel his length, already hard against your thigh. 

“Please” you beg, hand slowly moving up and down 

“Have you ever done something like this?” he sighs, he was already too far in to let this go, to push you away. 

“No, but I want to please you too”

He relents, flipping you over, you slide down off the bed to sit on your knees between his legs. You grab his cock and let out a breath. It was so big, you felt a blush dust your cheeks. 

Looking up at him he places a gentle hand on the back of your head. You lean in and lick his slit, already beading with precum. You give it a few more licks, getting used to the salty taste. 

You move down a little and lick a stipe up his cock from the base to the tip, you hear him moan above you. You bite your lip and pump the shaft for a few seconds. Finally you place your mouth around him and suck. 

“Ah Fuck Y/N, keep going”

You take him deeper down your throat, trying you best not to gag. You get halfway down before having to come back up for air, moving your hand up and down his spit-covered cock. 

You place your mouth over him again, bobbing up and down taking him deeper each time. You moan around his cock, sending vibrations that push him closer to the edge. 

After a few more minutes he gives your hair a tug, pulling you up. You give him a few more pumps with your hand and he cums all over your chest. He pulls you up and gives you another kiss

“Lets get cleaned up"

[predvestnik]

I saw this theory on Twitter, which link I can't find for now but as soon as I get my hands on it the wedding is back on (as in, I'll add to this post for credits), and I haven't gotten it out of my mind.

The story of this event, paired with the informations about "deceiving fate" we got from Fontaine's AQ, hint to some characters being accidental (or not) replacements for the heroes from the previous cycles in Teyvat's history.

Regarding Childe, it would mean that he isn't the direct reincarnation of the hero Ajax, but his life thus far has followed the rules (as it's happened in this ongoing event) to fit him into this role — his name, experience with the abyss, desire for becoming an adventurer (hero), etc. His experience in the abyss in particular played a huge part in it by twisting his own fate and yoinking his original constellation so he could inherit Monoceros Caeli instead, or perhaps it was purposefully switched by Surtalogi himself, somehow.

Not going deep into the bit where it theorizes that Teyvat (or whoever is in control of it) is aware of the ill-fit and is trying to get rid of Childe, hence why chaos chases him, because it means to eradicate the man. Smh.

If any of this happens to be true at some point, I might as well die, because... what about this man is even because he wanted to, and not because someone else specifically molded him to be?

[narwhalandchill]

while i dont think its necessarily like an egregiously offensive blunder by any means like theyve done much worse and it suits the narwhal fine. truly an eng translation moment to call it the all-devouring narwhal for no particular reason when once more every single translation (save for russian for some reason) is star-devouring/-swallowing narwhal/whale like 💀 why do they keep doing this

[saltyfishdream]

Monoceros Caeli Backstory (kind of?)

She was a whale. A normal, regular, whale. Until one day she got ill. Couldn't catch up from her herd. She eventually got lost. Found herself swimming straight to dangerous waters: shallow, and scattered with islands that definitely tailor-made for her massive size to smash into them every turn. And she was surrounded by them. But she underestimated the most terrifying threat she could've imagined in her whole life. And there were millions of them on these islands– "Mommy, look! Whale!" She heard one of their calves squeal in the distance, on that red, hard container on the water's surface. Her days were numbered. For the next few days she woke up to deafening noise. Not the usual delightful hum that her herd made, nor the echoed clicks that meant food. It was whirring. Buzzing. Screaming. Shouting. She wanted to leave. Swim out of this mess of noises ricocheting in the sea. But where should she go? She would have smashed her head on the islands with just a wrong turn. All the lights. All the sounds. They were playing with her mind, hitting her like a tsunami. "This way!" "No, that way!" "No, this way!" They screamed in her head. So she decided to surface, to confirm her direction. Her head splashed out the water, accompanied by the small, two-legged creatures' astonished wows. Surrounding her were another few of those huge floating containers where those creatures stood on, totally trapping her inside. Occasionally a few blinding white lights flashed in her direction, and the disorientation voices in her head grew louder and louder. She had to leave. leaveleaveleaveleaveleaveleaveleaveleave

She didn't care about much anymore. She swam under those floating containers, but her huge belly hit the shallow-rocky-bumpy-sharp ocean floor before she could pass through, and her back stung. She let out calls of pain, but nothing noticed. She thrashed out the water surface again, in hope that those two-legged creatures would get the message and help her. However what she got in return was just another round of applause and flashes of white lights.

No matter what she did, there was no sign that the noise was going away, nor did she have any idea to leave this net of pure torture. Hours, days, weeks went by. She had swam around in circles countless times, sent crashes to the floating containers and even bled in the ocean due to another injury on her back, but nothing worked. In despair, she swam headfirst into an island. She was old and sick anyway, for what reason would her herd need her? And all those floating things, the land-creatures, the shallow seas– she was already swimming to her death the moment she entered this island-surrounded disaster.

Her massive husk became lighter. She started to float up from the sea, to the foreign surface. There was a bright aura right above her. But she wasn't fearful at all, unlike when those flashing lights met her eyes. She had never felt so peaceful before.

And then it was pitch black.

XxX

Ajax stood, his arrow nocked fully, ready to shoot as he saw the wolf? Hound? Hellhound? Alien?-- The monster in front of him. Whatever it is, it was snarling and baring its fangs at him, which wasn't a really good sign in this place called the Abyss. It was small, but it's inching towards him, step by step, made it look like a predator playing with its prey before devouring it. The boy could smell the rotten smell of its drool from afar. Every cell in his body screamed DANGERDANGERDANGER and adrenaline was pulsating inside him– he could feel it pump in his veins, urging him to do something. More monsters appeared from the distance. Why were they even here? Ajax had no idea, but they were much bigger than the thing he had first seen. Skirk was gone, he hadn’t seen her for the past week. And he didn’t expect her to be swooping in and saving him anyway. She wouldn’t even if she were here. The surrounding circle was becoming smaller and smaller, the growl-barks of the monsters were like jeers, mocking him for his weakness to even let go of the arrow with his shaking, bleeding hands; for his cowardice of fearing such creatures when he had wrestled with Abyss mages before and won; for his inability to even fight a way out and survive.

What if he fired the arrow and hit one of those things, then? He grew up in Snezhnaya. In the wilderness! The woods! He had seen enough wolves to know what was going to happen. In short, he was doomed to death.

As the young boy was pondering on what he should do, something shiny on the floor right next to him caught his eye. He had been hawk-eyed ever since he was here a month ago. It was an orb, with a storm (or at least it looked like a storm) trapped inside, wanting to unleash its fury. It was practically screaming for Ajax to pick it up, to use it in combat.

So, without hesitation, he shot the arrow right in front of the smallest of the pack, trying to distract them when he picked it up.

The moment his fingers touched the orb, a bright blue glow– that certainly didn’t belong here burst from the orb into every single direction possible. He could hear, the monsters behind him scattering away again. It wasn’t the right time to be curious and examine the orb, as the circle of monsters closened up again. Was it… a… Vision? But how could he even use it? Calmdowncalmdowncalmdown He told himself as the monsters seemed more menacing than before the blast. But his hands stung, and were too shaky to even properly pick up an arrow.

XxX

She, floating in the depths of the Abyss, witnessing the child’s desperate actions, just to get out of the claws of the four-footed creatures, how many attempts to fight back, and the magnificent blue light that reminded her of the place she came from… where was it? She had been swimming and destroying endlessly in this place ever since she could remember. But the boy… the four-footed creatures… It reminded her of something. Something different. The intense horror. The hopelessness of being surrounded. She had to help him. She can’t ever see someone experiencing this. She didn’t know why, but the boy needed help. He can’t fight alone in this injured, weak state. He would get–

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She had a feeling that everything would take a turn for the worse if she didn’t. Something grew out from her forehead by the thought.

XxX

He gave up. Bow and arrows thrown away, Ajax started using his fists, his arms, anything to fend off the barking, pouncing Abyss creatures for a second longer. He knew he was seriously outnumbered, and there seemed to be more and more of them coming from nowhere. He had to fight. For a few times he had successfully summoned small spurts of water, but too small to even deal any damage. As the fight dragged on his motions were already sluggish. His clothes were torn to shreds, his torso, arms and legs covered in cuts and blood. One of the wolflike creatures pounced on his back, making him finally stumble over, onto the ground, unable to stand up.

Maybe it was over. Maybe this could end for good. Maybe…

He could feel the orb that he had attached to his waist shaking violently, buzzing in fury, as if it wanted him to get up and keep fighting. But he was just too weak for this. He would rather…

Wait. He heard something. Something big. In the sky. He looked up to see something that didn’t seem to come from this purgatory: a giant narwhal, gleaming blue like the vision-like thing he had just picked up. It looked too pure to be tainted by the darkness here. And it was swimming elegantly towards him.

Was it over? Was he dead? Is this what Heaven sent to pick him up? But he was here for over a month. How would Heaven even-

SPLOOSH

It wasn’t any simple splashing sound he heard when getting into a hot spring with his siblings. It was colossal. And he was caught in the– no, not in– when he realized, he was riding on the whale. His wounds felt way better. He had never felt that relaxed for the past month. “Am I… dead already?” He asked the whale, hoping that she– he didn’t know why he knew that the whale was a ‘she’, but she just was– could answer him.

Dear child. You are not dead. You are still alive. Fear not, my child. I am no threat to you.

Ajax looked down from the whale’s back. The creatures had faded, back into where they should be.

The boy and the whale flew in the sky for a while, before him being gently dropped to the ground and the magnificent giantess shrinking into a watery ball, before reshaping herself into two daggers.

Remember me when you are ever stuck in battle. Fight. Fight for your life. Fight your way out. Live on, little one.

[dkniade]

Instruments and Symbolisms in “Letter From Ajax” (Childe’s Demo Theme)

Let’s see…

The piano motif at the start is the same as the one in the battle theme of Dragonspine, a snowy region

Pianos are used to bring up the imagery of ice, like in “Symphony of Boreal Wind” (Andrius phase two boss theme)

Fitting, as Snezhnaya is also a snowy region

A faint acoustic guitar sounds for a short moment, in a charming way

I could be wrong, but is the guitar in an European or Italian style? The Harbingers are based off of the Commedia dell'Arte stock characters of Italian opera

The steady rhythm of the electric guitar is reminiscent of boots stomping in snow

The lead guitar that comes is highly distorted too, which sounds like electricity

The cymbal crashes sound like splashes of water

The chorus at back sounds religious, yet in a sort of “light deathliness” with a “liturgical religious vibe” (as MarcoMeatball describes in his reaction to Childe’s three boss themes, specifically “Wrath of Monoceros Caeli”. It’s a wonderful analysis, by the way. Please check it out!) This religious feeling relates to the Tsaritsa

Cymbal crashes come in again along with the distorted electric guitar

The end has a dizi and the piano motif again, symbolizing Liyue and Snezhnaya

Okay, so together we’ve got

piano, faint acoustic guitar, rhythm electric guitar, lead electric guitar, crash cymbals, chorus, dizi

Which should stand for

ice/Snezhnaya, Harbingers’ origins of Commedia dell’Arte, boots stomping in snow, Electro Delusion, Hydro Vision, Tsaritsa, Liyue

Wonderful. I’ve never quite made the connection between how instruments can be used to symbolize different elements until this game’s character demos.