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[divineningyou]

💪hefts him up and carries away

send 💪 to pick up / carry my muse @vishapsking

up he goes! kabukimono is taken by surprise, in a good way

“Oh my— am I that light or are you that strong? and—and where are we going? hopefully it entails teatime!”

[standoffs]

8; 14; 21

Roleplay / Writing Habits ♡ @vishapsking ♡ Accepting

8. Do you reply to threads you have the most inspiration for first or do you work on them in the order in which you received them?

{Typically the ones I have the most inspiration for at the moment.}

14. Do you have a routine that helps you prepare to work on your writing?

{Not really a routine, but more of a preparation & things to help get the inspiration flowing. I tend to listen to music that reminds me of the muse/thread I'm replying to. It helps greatly with inspiration.}

21. If a reply isn't coming easily do you draft it for later, delete and start over, chat with your writing partner for help, or something else?

{100% draft it. No us forcing myself to reply if inspiration isn't coming.}

[adversaryss]

@vishapsking ( cont. )

Tartaglia hardly needs an excuse to seek battle. Conflict and chaos revolve around him like an unseen storm, the eye of which he resides in only briefly before plunging himself back into the whirlwinds. He doesn't need to know the reason behind the bloodshed he'd joined in spilling. All he'd seen were impossible odds, one man against an army, and thought-

That looks like fun.

And it was, so very much. The Harbinger is a one man army in his own right; he doesn't often get to fight alongside a capable partner. Of course, that's usually because when he sees someone who could be an equal, he wants to fight them as well, regardless of the consequences.

Now is no exception.

"Hm~ Maybe, but these guys didn't seem very tough. I doubt their allies will be of a much higher caliber." Tartaglia does not sheathe his sullied blades, just keeps idly spinning them back and forth like toys, bouncing on his heels in the same manner as a hyperactive child. The narrow, dull eyes fixed on the other are anything but, though.

"Not like you... You could have taken care of this all by yourself, right?"

[divineningyou]

"You are not as hidden as you think you are, child." Their voice bodes no malice nor threat. Azhdaha doesn't turn from where they're overlooking the cliffside. It's been some time since they've been to Inazuma. After millennia, there's no doubt that the vistas have changed.

"You can come out. I do not..." What was that human idiom again? "...bite," they finish after remembering.

“I… can?”

He had recently been warned against showing his horns and tail, and to hide whenever they appeared unexpectedly, but being encouraged to do this is something he never anticipated. How recent this was had been lost in his memory.

“Thank you, mysterious person. I got sick of hiding them.”

It’s a relief to not struggle with hiding them anymore. The tail and glittering blue horns manifest in light before becoming physical.

He thumps his tail happily on the ground, excited to meet someone so comfortable with his draconic features.

[divineningyou]

🙌

Send a 🙌 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC related to my Muse. — accepting!

“It has been thousands of years since I last awoke, when we fled from the usurper who took our world. I dreamt the entire time, but the dreams and lives of the Tatarasunan people kept my dreams interesting and far from dull. even the memories of the long-deceased Orobashi found me. My dreams became boring when everyone left, so I followed the dreams of their descendants.”

“one inhabitant in particular, a human doll fashioned from pieces of my body, spoke of an electro gnosis that was meant to be his. what a cutie, i thought! my power, belonging to him?”

lips curling into a sly smile, Kurikara chuckles at the old memories. he was still amused by the little doll that went around causing problems over power that was not his to begin with.

“I adored his pure, little self but I resented what became of him. Over time, he suffered, became more haughty, feigning happiness, but I knew what dwelt in his soul. I watched him dive into that tree, thinking he was doing something admirable for his friend while ridding himself of a painful existence. I watched him overcome and be reborn anew, like a Sovereign would. I commend him for putting himself on the right path.”

“the pieces of me were spread amongst other places of the world. I compelled those who possessed them to take me to any remnants of the Sovereigns. Neuvillette seems to be… enjoying himself. The others…” her expression sours.

“On the bright side, you are well. I am surprised I haven’t found you sooner.”

more important info (a theory) under the read more regarding kurikara and Scaramouche!

I headcanon/theorize that the Great One under Kannazuka/Tatarasuna is the electro sovereign, Kurikara. A shrine maiden mentions this ‘great one’ at the end of a thunder sakura quest (the one where the Fatui awaken the dead hypostasis. I forgot the name of this quest already).

I also theorize that, besides possibly Makoto and Irminsul, Ei used pieces of the Sovereign (or Orobashi) to make Scaramouche. Raiden Shogun’s character story mentioned she used a huge amount of resources to make her dolls. The body of a deceased/resting Sovereign or Orobashi could be the ‘unimaginable amount of resources.’

as stated in the above passage.

I also believe Scaramouche’s fate will bring him back to Tatarasuna, hopefully to help rebuild it, and that would open up interactions between him and the Great One that rests below Kannazuka.

Why do I call this sovereign Kurikara? well, Genshin is part of the Honkaiverse, whether people believe it or not. In Honkai Impact, Raiden Mei had a dragon named Kurikara. It was created from/uses the dead body of Benares, Kiana’s dragon.

Why is Ei/Inazuma without a dragon in Genshin? Many wrongfully attribute Orobashi as her dragon, but he belongs to Enkanomiya/Watatsumi. I believe Inazuma’s dragon is resting.

Also, Kurikara is the dragon sword of Fudo Myo-o and destroys delusions and attachments. Kurikara is also the draconic personification of energy developed through sword practice and iirc, Fudo Myo-o can turn into Kurikara.

Swords were a big part of Scaramouche’s lore. He spent time with the swordsmiths (Niwa Hisahide, Katsuragi and Mikoshi Nagamasa), witnessed the creation of the Daitara Nagamasa claymore, and performed a sword dance. He may even have knowledge of Isshin Art, depending on how much Niwa taught him.

Considering all of these points, it is fitting for him to be made from a dragon heavily associated with swords irl.

My friend Eoyorha also pointed out that Fudo Myo-o himself was wrathful, wears a lotus on his head and uses anger as a form of enlightenment, which fits Wanderer perfectly.

and that’s it! that’s my simple theory on the electro sovereign and her/his connections to Scaramouche!

I also gave him/her a Meiface + sometimes looking like Scara, in rp, until Kuri is given an official humanoid appearance.

thank you for sending this ask 😭 I have been wanting to introduce Kurikara here!

[adversaryss]

@vishapsking:

🤨

@sylvctica:

reluctant handshake

"C▇mrade." 🤝

[adversaryss]

@vishapsking:

Azhdaha knows when he is being followed. He allows his quiet company to do as they please until he reaches the outskirts of the harbor town. A trick of light perhaps? His amber gaze seem to glow within the moonlight. "We meet again but I can't help but wonder if it is truly a coincidence. Is there something you wished to ask of me, Tagliatelle?"

That was his name, right?

It's not usually Childe's style to hang back and wait- at least, not when it isn't asked of him. This is a self-assigned reconnaissance mission however, so some discretion is required as he follows the object of his interest through the harbor, dull eyes fixed on the man's back without wavering. They've only crossed paths a few times before, but each time has only inspired more questions.

Questions that Childe is determined to get answers to.

In the end, it doesn't come as a surprise that his target is aware of his presence. The Harbinger steps out of the shadows into the moonlight, a frown down-turning his lips at the perceived slight. He is not pasta.

"It's Tartaglia," he corrects him with a small sigh, one hand coming to rest on his hip. "Or 'Childe' works, too, if that's too difficult to remember, Mr. Azhdaha." His gaze lingers on bright amber eyes, a sight that would almost make him think Morax was up to his tricks again if he wasn't so familiar with how they actually looked.

Still, the resemblance can't be a coincidence, can it?

"...But you're not wrong otherwise. There is something I'd like to ask you about."