#muse: Citlali

[magnificentmuses]

💭 for Citlali~

"Am I ever going to stop being feared? Will people stop thinking I'm going to smack them for every little infraction? And will I be able to hold my liquor the next time I drink!?"

[glaciescustodia]

Accurate depiction.

@wishtwined , @bctcfmictlcn

[bhaalsbabe]

I like Citlali but why is she so casual about physical punishments...it makes me so uncomfortable 😭

[notthemonthbutmarch]

Sincerely hoping that Citlali is a four star or something so I can get her easily, but then again it’s hard to tell who’d be a four star and who’d be a five star from just looks alone in my opinion.

All my money is on Iansan being a four star with Kachina, which I’m not complaining about— I want Iansan the most right now.

I really like Xilonen and I think I like Mavuika. I would like her more if she fit the Genshin aesthetic more. Like other than the obvious disappointment in skin tone, I feel like Mavuika just… doesn’t look like a Genshin character. She looks closer to ZZZ’s aesthetic in my opinion, it’s a flashy leather jumpsuit. I would’ve liked something more… in line with the theme?

But yeah, I’ll probably pull for Mualani if I like her enough when we meet her, I’m betting Kachina will be the free four star. I’m hoping Citlali will be four star but if not she’ll probably be a 5 star in 5.1 or something. I hope Iansan is on Xilonen’s banner and not Chasa’s because I reaaaaaally don’t like Chasa’s design. Everything about her is a no for me. I would rather get Geo Lion Lady and the fire child over… beta Clorinde. I already have the superior Clorinde anyways. No hate to anyone who likes Chasa, I just don’t see the appeal at all…

Also Oloron is a thing. He’s cool. Thank you next.

[dutybcrne]

SO MANY BEAUTIFUL NEW GALS

[aloysarrow]

It's not that I never want to get Mavuika, but I'm so not hyped for her and would rather wait for her rerun to see if I actually want her. Like I was hyped for Xilonen for her support capabilities. I'm excited for Chasca because I personally love bow users and she's allegedly got some sort of multi element thing in her kit? She sounds cool to me. But Mavuika? Idk. Honestly it's her biker outfit. Like that's so subjective and just an "imo" moment but I really just don't care for her outfit. I'm pulling Xilonen, Chasca, Citlali, and Mualani on some future rerun, but the the Nascar Archon is probably gonna be a pass for a while for me. :/ I did lose my effing mind over Arlecchino who I didn't care about on design alone, though, so if Mavuika has something really cool about her, I'll probably change my mind lol

[yandere-wishes]

༻⋆Little Red Riding Hood You Know More Than You Should⋆༺

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Capitano recognizes your ancient name before he recognizes you. Ororon thinks it's about time to confess his feelings to his childhood friend. You just wanted to protect your homeland.

⁀➷ Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Stalking, Possessiveness, Reader has a pyro vision.

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺ Tejano Blue By CAS

⋆ ˚｡⋆ Bless your heart, make you part of my life forever ~ CAS

.✦── °❀⋆ .🔥.⋆❀°── .✦

It had started with Ororon.

With the Chrysanthemum he delicately weaved into your hair.

Red red red like the vision that burns at your hip.

Red like the boy-heart you wished to carve out.

It had ended with the Capitano.

With verglas weaving across your arms from his most intimate touch.

Blue, blue, blue like the creature that claimed to know you.

Blue like the veins that harbor such a melancholy legacy.

The chipped wood of the basket pierces your palm, tiny splinters pricking at soft flesh. You don't fully register the twinge; the pain is too silken, too delicate. Instead, you tighten your fist around the wooden handle daring the splinters to puncture, to draw blood. At least then you'd have a reason to visit Ororon, a reason to pry open his door and interrupt his precious isolation.

You'd like to forget about him.

The ignorant boy with the mismatched eyes.

Leave him to rot in his secluded cabin.  

But it's all so hard to shake the saccharine memories of the all too lanky boy who used to hold your hand as you played hide and seek with Iktomisaurs in the forest.

Granny Itztli had requested ingredients for a ritual sermon taking place two moons from now. Nightshades and Quenepa Berrys and sand from the cost. "Have you talked to Ororon recently?" Granny asks, her brows furrowed in annoyance or worry or some other emotion too masked to fully read.  You shake your head, gingerly plucking the ingredients from your basket and sprawling them across the table. "He hasn't been returning any of my letters, or even answering the tribesman's requests for his vegetables. I swear if that boy-"

You can feel her anger slipping out, the tendrils of her powers lashing at the air, slithering across the walls. You gulp, grasp tightening once more against your basket's handle. The wood scraps at your skin grounding you as you let out a shaky breath. "I'll check on him for you granny," you blurt out trying to plaster a desperate smile across your face. Citlali's eyes soften as she looks at you taking in your taut stance. "I'd always wished for him to pick you as his bride." She mused hand waving the air as if to dispel her anger like smoke. "you'd have been the perfect wife for my foolish grandson, someone to keep an eye on him and his whimsy wills of inanity." She sighs ushering you to the door. "Still I suppose it's not too late."

You turn on your heels defiance ripe on your tongue. Ororon had once been a dear friend, a brother. And while the memories are wrapped in golden velvet and honey. You'd much rather pluck the nails from your fingers than marry that weirdo. But before the protest could be launched the door is solemnly slammed in your face.

You fasten the cloak along your neck, pull the hood over your head

before making your way to the lone cabin in the woods. Skipping along the broken road swinging your empty basket.

The cabin itself is petit and serene, a pretty little heap of wood and spray paint with its renowned vegetable garden stretching the whole diameter. "Ororon," you call out, surprised at how bitter his name tastes. Rotton, almost forgotten. "Ororon," you knock at the door.

Four knocks.

Four pounds.

All accompanied by the bitter name spilling from behind your teeth.

But there is no answer, nothing outside the peaceful lull of the breeze and the distant shrikes of Yumkasaurs.

Nothing.

Well, maybe it's for the best.

You'd have shown him your blistered palm should he have answered. Shown him the blood and silently prayed he'd hold your hand and bandage your wound with all the tenderness of an eight-year-old boy bandaging his best friend's bleeding knee.

It's only when you've started back on the road, heading towards the grand stadium, that you hear something—an icy omen whispering along the horizon. You look around, greeted by nothing but Natlan's nature. Slowly, you start to leave the path, trudging through grass and marching up the little hills, following the distant chill in the air.

What was it Granny always said about straying off the path?

Something about tragedy and trouble waiting beyond the trees.

Only this time, trouble -or rather tragedy- lays behind a set of rocks, half a mile from the cabin. That's when you finally see them. The chill in the air has grown harsher here, biting at your bare arms. You pull your hood further over your head, wrapping the rest of the cape around yourself in a bid for warmth. From the rock you've concealed yourself behind, you can hear two men speak.

Ororon stands before a man, no not a man. Such a human word could not describe the terrifying thing that loomed outside the sun's reach.

Your ears perk at the low timbre of his growl. The monster spews blasphemy, sacrilege, against your dear archon. Calling her a coward for not using the gnosis, calling her inept.

You feel his words cutting through you, lacrations running deep. Your body is on fire your vision boling by your side. What's worst is that Ororon listens, humming along in acknowledgment. You can taste the molten anger stinging the roof of your mouth, feel the embers burning your tongue. Your hand covers your mouth, nails sinking into your cheek to avoid permitting the frustration to break free and blowing your cover.

You turn swiftly, using the cover of rocks and trees to shadow your escape.

Desperately dashing for the path that'll lead you back to your village. Granny Itztli and the tribe leader must hear of this. They must know that Ororon has joined the Fatui and is planning to steal the Archon's gnosis.

The problem, however, may have been the red cape you'd draped yourself in, its bright color catching the wrong sun rays at the wrong time. Luminous enough to catch the captain's attention.

You feel the world slipping, sunlight giving way to a ghoulish purple glow. Your feet hit the battered pavement of the path, right before the world turns to black.

You scream just as something pulls you away...

You've been here before, several times in fact. This is the night kingdom or at least an astral realm within the night kingdom. Your body -your real body- is probably laying limp in the grass being licked by some saurian.

"(y/n), what are you doing here?" Ororon's voice is muffled, distant. A cloud scraping across the rougher edges of the sky. His ghastly apprehension hovers behind you, you can feel his chilled breath on your neck.

You try to speak, to answer. But the words never leave your mouth. You must remember that the shadow world has rules. That you can not move with your legs or speak with your tongue. You form the words like bubbles floating in the air. Waiting for them to pop, to unleash your voice amongst the gloom.

"I was looking for you, granny's worried. Apparently, you've disappeared."

His nails scrape at your neck. Fitting the delicate bones between the cusp of his palm. "But I'm right here" he whispers in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Sorry, I wasn't there to greet you. I've been...busy".

"Ororon" The voice echoes across the cavern, loud and disturbing. You feel frost leak from every syllable. Your eyes widen as the black-clad monster marches forward body rigid embodying authority and discipline in every move.

Is this how everyone from Snezhnaya looks?

Taut and stiff and malicious?

Draped in furs and armor.

Ominous and cruel.

"This is my friend (y/n) we grew up together. Isn't she cute Capitano?" Ororon ends the statement with a mock peck to your neck. Despite its fleeting nature you still wince at the invasion.

You don't recall Ororon being so bold, so satirizing. Has the folly of the fatui bled into him? Rotted his essence and painted it anew?

"Get rid of her, we haven't the time to waste on such..." The man, no the nightmare. Stops in front of you. His bulky clothes remind you of the Tatankasaurs that roam the sandy southwest.

The captain's mask is sheer black. Murkey candance that hides his mysterious visage. But you notice the jerky way his head tilts down the way you can't escape the strange pierce of his unseable eyes.

"Do I know you" it's phrased as an order, a demnad.

Tell me what you are, what you're supposed to mean to me.

But there is no answer to greet it. Nothing apart from an unsteady silence. You can not know this ice-cold man. From behind you Ororon stiffens, "Do you know the captain." he asks, a silver of betrayal lacing his words. You only shake your head, narrowing your eyes to try and pry beyond the abyss of his mask.

Capitano's hand grips at your fingers pulling them up to his mask. Your heart stops as you see him bow his head, the cold of his helmet biting into your flesh. You hear the kiss like an arrow piercing the ever-looming eeriness of the night kingdom.

Capitano utters your name.

Rolls it around his mouth trying to savor the nostalgia.

Trying to crack open every syllabus and taste its familiarity.

"(y/n)..."

Your body lays limb amongst the grass, from atop the green hill Capitano observes your sleeping form. His eyes trace every curve and crevasse of your body jotting each detail to memory.

You look like so ethereal like this. Blood red amid the green and gold of the prairie. The humor of it all isn't lost on him after all he's partaken in more than his fair share of carnage. And that's exactly what you look like, a beautiful corpse laying in her puddle of blood. A macabre laceration layed upon Natlan's corse.

The sun beats down. Its rays too warm and treasonous.

It's only then that Capitano realizes where he's seen you before.

This exact scene, the blood pooling from beneath, the body lying amidst the grass, the sun blessing the slayed warrior in its light.

He knows you...

You don't remember waking up. Don't recall commanding your stiff muscles to move. Nor do you recall the first sight your wry eyes landed upon.

All you remember is running.

Blurred greens and reds of the scenery rushing by.

Granny must know of this.

The tribe must know of this.

Ororon is a traitor. A conspirator in a plot against Mavurika.

You're not quite sure why your heart stings when you think of this.

Your mouth is dry, ash coating your lips as Citlali glares down at you. Ororon's face flashes behind your eyes. You see him everywhere. Hear his gentle voice shushing you. Your ears are ringing, his voice whispering how much he's missed you, how much he wants you by his side once more.

Citlali says something, you think she's scolding you for traversing the pathway. She's gone in the next blink, essence lingering in a spinning room. Ororon kneels in front of you. No, not Ororon just some spectre wearing his face.

Or maybe it's his astral projection. Maybe he can't let you utter a word of what you saw.

"Just keep quiet darling. I promise this will all make sense soon." His fingers spark when they grace your cheek. Solid and spirit all at once. You try to touch his hand, to sink the sparks inside you, to feel Ororon once more. Instead, your finger collides with your own soft flesh.

The colors are chipping away.

Someone is calling your name.

Ororon or Citlali?

Maybe they've always been the same.

Why is the room spinning?

Why is it so dark...

You shouldn't be out. The sun is too harsh, merciless. You ring your palm across your basket's handle letting the friction rub the flesh raw.

Granny had warned you to stay inside. To avoid Ororon and whatever else you'd seen. But you can't let this go, the words may die upon your tongue but there must be evidence hidden somewhere. Evidence that you can present to the pyro archon, evidence that could save everything.

"Did you really miss me that much?" His voice is sharper than any arrow from his bow. Ororon stands blocking your path the captain hovering beside him.

Weren't you always told the path would be safe?

Capitano reaches out, metal fingers wrapping around your fragile wrist he pulls you to him, dark mask peering beyond you. Trying to piece you together. From behind you feel Ororon's lips sneaking up your neck. You scream, a shriveled sound. "Didn't you come all this way just to see us?" Ororon asks between open-mouthed kisses, you writher between their bodies desperate to escape. Tears flowed from your shiny eyes.

You're so pretty when you cry Ororon feels bad for admitting that. But he can't help but admire how innocent and helpless you look, trapped between two monsters.

It's only now that he notices your red hood is adorned with embroidered Chrysanthemum, for a moment Ororon thinks it has something to do with flowers he used to braid into your hair. Back when he'd been too young to fully understand destiny and you'd been too young to understand legacy.

"I came to find evidence of your betrayal." You spit, free hand reaching into your basket to try to find your ancient name. Tears trickle from your eyes as the captain leans closer. Your fingers finally graze the forged feather and you pry it out, holding it to your chest, feeling its power coursing through you.

Your elbow collides harshly with Ororon's rib, as he tumbles backward you gain enough space to sidekick the captain. Only for it to be blocked by his iron-clad hand. The metal makes your bones ring a sharp pain that leaves your leg numb.

"You bear an ancient name?" Capitano asks, skeptical. You roll your eyes despite your better judgment. Capitano releases your wrist, instead reaching out to try and grab your ancient name. In the millisecond of freedom, you stalk backward before sprinting back to the tribe. Your basket forgotten at the captain's feet.

"she bears the ancient name Ayizu," Ororon says, still clutching his side.

Capitano swallows the information. Letting the sharp edges nick at his throat. He'd had been uncertain before despite all the parallels.

But now the shock was rolling through him like lightning bolts. That's why you looked so familiar. Not only did you bare Ayizu's name but there was no doubt in Capitano's mind that you were one of his descendants.

The captain chuckles a mirthless noise. The irony feels like a blistering burn blooming upon his rotting flesh. "She's quite loyal." he begins, blacked gaze traveling to Ororon. "She'd make a valuable asset in our quest to save Natlan. Fetch her for me will you Ororon?" It's nothing less than an order one that Ororon may be a bit too keen on fulfilling.

"Oh and Ororon, we need to start you on a training agenda. I fear you are the most pathetic warrior Natlan has ever seen."

Ororon's eyes sunken before traversing up the captain's imposing form.

"Yes sir" he mumbles, biting his lips to avoid moaning at the deliciously sharp pain you've gifted him.

It's dark again,

You let the sharp wood of your basket cut into your palm. Relishing in the familiar feeling as blood mars the wooden handle. When did your basket return? You could have sworn you'd abandoned it with your attackers,

The path beneath your feet is cracked and broken. Smeared in ice and ectoplasm. Still, you walk forward into the abyss. There's nowhere else to go.

You expected them to be there. To see their towering forms amidst the darkness. Instead, you see them lounging between the blacked boulders.

Soldiers fresh from the fight. You don't enquire about their endeavors about the horrors you're sure they've inflected upon your land. But before you can fully walk past Capitano grabs your wrist and pulls you into his lap. "Stop" You struggle to break free, only for him to grab your chin and force your eyes onto his faceless visage. "So you're the descendent of my old friend? The inheritor of his noble name." You feel bile creeping up your throat. "Don't insult my ancestor, he'd never associate with the likes of you." you spite.

Capitano chuckles and signs, pulling his mask up a smidge to reveal decayed flesh. You gasp, an opportunity he ceases to pull you into a deep kiss, teeth biting and tearing at your soft lips, his holed tongue running over your teeth. You try to scream to cry, suffocating from the floral-scented rot. When the captain finally pulls back you run your fingers over pained lips smearing the blood across your cheek and chin.

"You should smile more" Ororon teases nipping at your ear until you wince, his hands move up and down your hips squeezing every so often. He's never been this bold before. You blame the Fatuis staring down at you. Blame the Outlander and his weird ways, somehow the irony is utterly lost on you.

"Please just let me go" you beg, your body is on fire your vision pulsing once more. "You're a captain surely you must understand why I'm so eager to protect my people from you?" Ororon laughs, littering your cheek with tiny kisses. "I understand," Capitano responds, his fingers dabbing your blood-covered lips. "I'm desperate to save Natlan too." He brings the red-coated digit to his mouth, sucking softly.

"We all want to protect Natlan" Ororon chips in. "That's why you should join us, honor your ancient name." You shake your head, almost as if you're shaking the nightmare away. "There is no honor in what you're doing."

You feel something around your neck. Metalic fingers wrapping tightly around your throat. Clutching tighter and tighter. With his other hand, the Captain removes his mask.

You scream...

The room is cold, freezing.

Your calloused palm squeezes trying to feel the handle of your wooden basket. When your nails only dig into your own skin, you awaken, head darting trying to find your precious basket.

It's on the table...

You don't have a table by your bed.

Beside you, someone tightens their hold on your waist pulling you into an icy stiff chest. Captiano's breath is cold, his voice gruff with sleep as he whispers little adorations into your ear. You're only now realizing Ororon lying in front of you, his lithe fingers playing with your neck.

No not your neck. There's something wrapped around your throat, no one the cold was unbearable, this "necklace" must be made of pure cyro. "You look so pretty like this." Ororon mumbles, daring to connect his lips to yours in a sheepish, sloppy attempt at a kiss. You wrangle your head to the side breaking the pathetic kiss. Behind you, you feel Capitano's chest rumble in laughter.

"Really Ororon must I teach you everything?" Capitano pushes Ororon's head roughly until his lips are on yours, "Open your mouth" he commands. To which both of you obey not knowing who he's referring to. Slowly Ororon permits his tongue to wander past your lips and into your mouth. Satisfied Capitano begins to suckle and kiss your neck, his sharp teeth effortlessly breaching skin.

"I know you don't believe me when I say, I'm here to save Natlan." Capitano whispers. "But I helped your Ancestor defend this land once, and I shall do it again." Capitano sits up stiffly, his hand on your shoulder using ice to keep you in place. "The war with the Abyss is starting soon. You'll be safe here while Ororon and I make the final preparations." He sighs fully turning to you.

For the first time, you see the rot and decay that has marred his once gorgeous face. You gulp, swallowing your screams, letting his words sink in like the ice chaining you. Capitano pulls himself from the bed, making his way to the door. Ororon gives you a final kiss before also retreating from the bed and going to stand by the captain.

"If we survive this, I don't intend to take you to Snezhnaya. Frankly, I don't think either of you could survive the cold." He jokes, and you notice it's the first time his serious icy facade has cracked. "You will be safe here with Ororon and I'll visit you as much as my duties permit." strange how his words almost, almost sounded like 'I love you' muttered in a foreign tongue enclosed in ice. Something impossible to thaw out.

"I'm sorry about this darling," Ororon mutters as he follows the captain out. "But we'll be back soon." He offers you a soft smile before closing the door. One that makes your heart melt. Instead of a kidnapper, you see the little boy who used to own your heart.

The door closes leaving you to bask in all the glory of your doom.

.✦── °❀⋆ .🔥.⋆❀°── .✦

Apologies this is definitely not my best work but I just wanted to get something out for these two. May end up writing something better later on.

💜Tags: @definitely-asexual-volcano @fujisworld @kudoaii @savsxz @fantasyhopperhea @misscoolisback123 @army-of-inspirited-onces @lorkai @lavandulawrites @kazudare @s1mppp @onceapirateprincess @lovelive-animequeen1029 @trashpandaperson @rhain-things @milktea-coffeelady

[flcwerfeather-peacekeeper]

"The most infamous Peacemaker of the Flower-Feather Clan and no stranger to the Night Warden Wars, who bears the Ancient Name of Vuka, or Transcension."

Hello Genshin Impact RP Community! This is the same mod from @intergalactic-singer (and many more from the HSR fandom and more), and all the rules in this post apply here too. Be nice, have fun, and don't take all my words to heart! If you know Chasca, she may be a bit blunt but she doesnt mean it in a rude way.

starter call ~ other muses

I am up to date on all the lore, and since she's not released yet, there will be a lot of artistic liberties on the main parts of her personality. This also contains big spoilers for the recent quest!!!! Beware!!!!

Tags;

peacekeeping journey💚 ~ general RP tag

pursuing self💚 ~ OOC tag

to fight for tomorrow❤️‍🔥 ~ general RP tag for Natlan characters

chosen by the wayob🌌 ~ general tag for the Natlan Heros (Ororon, Xilonen, Kinich, Mualani, and Iansan)

call of an ancient name⭐️ ~ tag for the Travelers (Lumine/Aether/Paimon)

sculpted symphony💛 ~ tag for Xilonen

granny itztli🔮 ~ tag for Citlali

beloved sister💖 ~ tag for Chuychu

captain of the night🖤 ~ tag for Capitano

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[minies-ask-game-prompts]

Introduction

Hi! I'm known as Mod Minie, and this is a sideblog of my main (@serendipminie). I run 23 different roleplay blogs for Bungou Stray Dogs, Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Wuthering Waves, etc.

Muses I'm most known for are Aventurine, Ruan Mei, Xie Lian and Pantalone :)

It's very fun to do ask games on rp blogs and to reply to asks in character, so I've decided to make a blog for some that I can come up with!

Here, I'll post some of my ask game ideas, let others submit their own ideas, and reblog other prompts so I can save them for later :)

Guidelines:

~ Keep the submitted prompts sfw if you please, suggestive is okay!

~ No random links in asks unless they are links to other Tumblr posts (if they are there, please specify what they are)

~ Be kind, please. Any hateful comments related but not limited to racism, sexism, homophobia, ableism, ageism and transphobia will not be tolerated here and you may be blocked.

~ Feel free to send DMs to the mod if you have any concerns or just want to chat!

Blogs I run!

(If you are interested, click read more! But uh there are a lot, you have been warned)

Alien Stage:

~ Till (@till-the-stars-burn)

Bungou Stray Dogs:

~ Chuuya Nakahara (@upon-this-tainted-sorrow) WIP

~ Sigma (@decay-of-the-angel) WIP

Genshin Impact:

~ Citlali (@nightwind-fortune-teller)

~ Hydro Eidolon Kaveh (@hydro-eidolon-kaveh)

~ Neuvillette (@hydro-dragon-neuvillette)

~ Pantalone (@regrator-pantalone)

Heaven Official's Blessing:

~ Xie Lian (@gege-of-xianle)

Honkai: Star Rail:

~ Aventurine (@a-gilded-imprisonment)

~ Aventurine of Stratagems - canon-divergent boss Aven (@stoneheart-of-stratagems) WIP

~ Black Swan (@soothsayer-black-swan) WIP

~ Carus - Masked Fool Aven (@peacocks-pantomime)

~ Kafka (@coat-thief-kafka)

~ Jiaoqiu (@yaoqing-healer-jiaoqiu)

~ Mr. Reca (@fulis-filmmaker)

~ Ruan Mei (@floral-triptych)

~ Tingyun (@foxian-amicassador-tingyun)

Wuthering Waves:

~ Camellya (@bloom-bearer-camellya)

~ Yangyang (@midnight-ranger-outrider)

~ Zhezhi (@chromatic-prose)

Zenless Zone Zero:

~ Burnice White (@flamemaker-shaker) WIP

~ Grace Howard (@heavy-industries-howard) WIP

Original characters:

~ Vasha Sterling - HSR OC (@shattered-memoria) WIP

[manganyeh]

Natlan

Kinich

@hcxcubcd (with Ajaw)

@kuhul-ajaws-servant

@ask-kinich

@malipo-kinich

Ajaw

@kuhul-ajaw-official

Mualani

@manganyeh (this blog)

@wxvebreaker

Kachina

@nanatzcayan-young-braveheart

Mavuika

@transcendant-flames

@lady-haborym

@manganyeh (this blog)

Chasca

@manganyeh (this blog)

@flcwerfeather-peacekeeper

Iansan

[None Yet]

Xilonen

@smith-of-echoes

@manganyeh (this blog)

@thexilonen

Citlali

@citlalibeam

@nightwind-fortune-teller

Olroron

@bctcfmictlcn

Capitano

@l-capitan

@capitano-official

@swcrdmastery

Like reblog + put your muses in the tags for multi blogs. (Post to reblog)

(yeah I know this is the smallest amount yet but Natlan is still new so we might to wait for the other characters to get there own blogs)

[stelliferousduo]

👐 ((no need to feel pressured to answer this ))

Send "👐" to see how my muse reacts to your muse cupping their face with both their hands!

"Hey. You should respect your 'elders' a little more, youngster." She said half-jokingly. Perhaps Faruzan and Citlali have been rubbing off on her a little.

His rounded face and the innocent look in his eyes made it quite obvious who was the younger one of the two, but it was somewhat frustrating how even right now, she was still ever-so-slightly shorter. Whatever Diluc was eating as a young boy, she wanted that as well because it clearly works wonders to stimulate growth.

[findroleplay]

25F searching for Genshin Impact roleplays.

Hi! I haven't been keeping up with Genshin and, after catching up with the latest AQ & thanks to the excitement for the last one next week, I'm humbly requesting a couple of partners. I'm mostly exclusively interested in sapphic threads!

The bolded muse would be the one I prefer doing.

Navia x Clorinde (!!)

Arlecchino x Clervie (!!)

Beidou x Ningguang

Clorinde x Furina

Dehya x Dunyarzad

Arlecchino x Navia

Amber x Eula

Ei x Yae Miko

Mavuika x Xilonen (I'm still figuring out pairings for Mavuika, so feel free to chime in).

WLW pairs aside, I enjoy other kinds of dynamics as well!

- Platonic roleplays involving the HotH

- Platonic Kachina and Mualani bonding

- Familiar Ororon and Citlali plots (I'm also open to ship him with the Captain).

- Really muse the Captain in general. In the Fatui, with fellow characters of Khaenri' ah descent such, or Natlan characters. This is open to romantic ships!

As for plots, we can go dark if you like. I like to keep an underlying layer of romance (where applicable) and angst (always), but I'm flexible with plots. I would like our romantic plots to evolve into smut *at some point* without rushing things, but it's not a hard requirement if you don't enjoy it, just let me know.

I'm looking for relatively active people - I can send a repy within two/three days and Im interested in finding people who can maintain a similar "schedule".

Discord and literate roleplay only! Private server with the option of using Tupper.

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[glaciescustodia]

On another note, i am implementing two paths to the Natlan AQs.

I will follow as per Canon but i will also use an alternative route in my rps with Kinich mostly.

[thewindandthestars]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ emi's beloveds ࿐ྂ ✦ romantic ؛ ଓ familial

➥ main(s) ✦ venti / barbatos (genshin impact) ✦ lilia vanrouge (twisted wonderland) ✦ lyney (genshin impact)

➥ familial ؛ ଓ dire crowley (father / twisted wonderland) ؛ ଓ razor (son / genshin impact)

➥ crushes / side f/o's ✦ heizou (genshin impact) ✦ ga ming (genshin impact) ✦ gorou (genshin impact) ✦ citlali (genshin impact)

➥ anniversaries

⇢ ˗ˏˋ emi's tags ࿐ྂ

➥ blog : ̗̀➛ 𝖊𝖒𝖎 ✧˖*°࿐ : ̗̀➛ 𝖊𝖒𝖎 stars ✧˖*°࿐ : ̗̀➛ 𝖊𝖒𝖎 rambles ✧˖*°࿐ : ̗̀➛ 𝖊𝖒𝖎 reblogs ✧˖*°࿐

➥ self-ships ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 𝓋ℯ𝓂𝒾✧˖*°࿐ ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 𝓁ℯ𝓂𝒾✧˖*°࿐ ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ ℯ𝓂𝒾𝒶✧˖*°࿐ ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ ℯ𝓂𝓏ℴ𝓊✧˖*°࿐ ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 𝓂𝒾ℊℴ✧˖*°࿐ ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ ℴ𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒶𝓂𝒾✧˖*°࿐ ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ ℯ𝓂𝓁𝒾✧˖*°࿐ ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 𝓌𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝒻𝒶ℯ✧˖*°࿐ ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℯℯ 𝒹ℯ𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈ℯ𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃ℯ𝓇𝓈✧˖*°࿐

➥ creations : ̗̀➛ the winds musings ✧˖*°࿐ : ̗̀➛ the stars inspiration ✧˖*°࿐

[marip0stic]

a private multi-muse blog . please do not interact .

muses : abril ; alaska ; citlali ; quincy ; noah ; patrick ; seven; violet ; wes

[captainmdhridoyhossain-blog]

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