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[lustimpacted]

Public Event

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There was a large public event happening in Liyue, most likely something to honor the gods. Yelan went for Ningguang who was feeling ill at the time. She sighed and walked around greeting guest and thanking them for coming. She finally had free time to go to the bar, ordering wine. She glanced at the other and gave a small smile. "are you enjoying the festivities?" She asked and sipped the wine in her hand.

[hpthirsting]

@nekasu sent a meme:

[ORAL] for...Yelan~

Entire body shuddered as pleasure zipped through her. How long had it been since she'd indulged in this? She couldn't remember, but her body was certainly acting like it had been far too long.

She lowered her hips a little more as she sat on his mouth, a moan escaping her lips. She rolled her hips against his mouth as she reached to her bare chest, fondling her own breasts.

"Mm, that's a good boy... make me cum nice and hard..."

[iniziare]

Re-tag drop: Yelan

[orchideae]

There was almost no sign left of the patrons that Yanshang had hosted for hours on end throughout the evening. The remnants of cigarette smoke from one particular benefactor unfortunately being the last to go, and it was always this specific lingering scent that'd prompt the delicate wrinkling of her nose. But the fragrance of light spices of incense would overpower it soon enough; either that, or the smell of the freshly fried dew-dipped shrimp she'd only just brought to one of the seating areas, alongside the smallest bowl of jueyun chilis. A personal indulgence after, well, did anyone ever truly need a reason to indulge in what delights them most?

Tonight, in ever rare exception, the establishment would serve as an abode to her. Solitude, peace, and quiet— something that the sounds of stumbling footsteps and overbearing whispers right outside those doors were definitely not a part of. Whatever was at cause for the entirely out of character behavior and disturbance originating with the Fang and Halbert didn't truly matter, but it definitely was at cause for them to retire a little earlier tonight. But it was an enduring curiosity that beckoned her most to ease the door open and peek, and it was soon rewarded: the wood met the briefest of resistance (was that Halbert's ankle?), and amusement bubbled in her throat at the sight of him stumbling. "What is going on—?" She started amidst relative bemused gaiety, though the cause of the commotion soon became clear. The Yuheng.

Such a revelation prompted the door to continue its inching outward, a gesture of invitation from one to another. "Forgive me, Yuheng, I didn't realize that I had one of your greatest fans employed here." That too came served with a chuckle, though one of jest at the Halbert more than anything (and she was rather certain that she'd never seen him light up red before), before she continued. "Thank you, both of you can go home early tonight. I'll see you in the morning." It was not done in malice or reprimand, it was no more than a dismissal after a day's work. And once both had gone, one scrambling a little more messily than the other, the invitation came again, the door left open as she slipped back within the walls of Yanshang. "I wasn't expecting the company of a celebrity tonight." Yes, she was going to linger on this some time longer.

@starwardsword // A 'little' owed starter

[viatrixtravels-a]

"...I take everything back about this place being prettyーー!!"

"T-Traveller! Watch out! It's coming!"

"Wait...! I'm not even healed yet!"

"Take this!"

Paimon begins to stuff Lumine's mouth with onigiri.

[lunaetis]

@tempestforged asked :

🚬  :    my  muse  steals  a  cigarette   (   or lollipop   )   from  your  muse   &   puts  it  in  their  mouth .

Yelone

a meme from somewhere. || no longer accepting

─「夜兰」─  their relationship had always been complicated.

                with their affiliation, their LOYALTY lying in two different nations on the either end of the spectrum. if anything, they were supposed to be ENEMIES. supposed being the cooperative word, here. why ? well, the fact that she was in snezhnaya was one thing, but another would be how it wasn't for business nor was she here to infiltrate the fatui headquarter. where the liyuan spy found herself in was upon the warm, silky sheets of a bed belonging to one of the most powerful influences in teyvat. and he ruled not by power, no, he ruled using the golden coins that were the world's currency.

                what time is it already ?

                she poked her head up from the soft blanket, allowing the fabric to slide off her fair skin that was bearing a few ( read : a lot ) of marks littering the surface like paint on canvas. the JADE BRACELET around her wrist gleamed slightly in the dimmed light. gaze of aquamarine stared out the window. it's still dark out, so it was hard to tell what time it was exactly, or how close to DAWN it was. she probably should leave before the sun comes up.

                hand reaching for the furcoat that was left on the bedside table, fishing for a cigarette and a lighter. the scent of liyuan tobacco then filled the room. a white puff of smoke released into the air as she exhaled and watched the stars scattering across the dark sky. the constellations were clearer out here than the view they saw in liyue, she noted. the INFORMANT was accounting her plans for today, wondering how long it'd take for her to get back to liyue and she probably had to drop by to check in with the tianquan over her sudden leave without much of an explanation. what was she going to tell ning why she would be in snezhnaya ? it was easier to leave unannounced.

                her thoughts were churning and running when she suddenly felt a hand, ungloved for once, stealing the cigarette she was between her lips without much of a warning. AQUAMARINE hues narrowed slightly at the sight of THE REGRATOR putting it between his lips instead.

                " interested in liyuan tobacco, now ? " she didn't exactly stop him, however. with what they had done many a time, him taking a drag of her smoke was barely a point of CONCERN. he was completely silent when he woke up, as expected from the ninth harbinger. her expression turned to face him, head canting to the side as she took in his visage under the soft, cool light. she was silently smirking proudly at the marks she had left on his pale skin. there was a silent stare that would've drawn his attention, to which she shifted her form and leaned forward, pulling the cigarette away from his lips.

                " if you want a taste, you could've just asked me. " was she still referring to the cigarette in between her fingers, or something else entirely ? one look into those glowing ocean hues would've given the answer away. she held the said cigarette between her digits. " no stealing. and what time is it ? i should leave before the sun comes up. " that was a statement even yelan herself knew he was going to make a counter proposal to, knowing him.

                and pantalone was always a rather convincing one, damn him and his negotiation skills.

[unboundwanderers]

WHEN THE TARDIS WAS PARKED OUTSIDE OF YELAN'S HOUSING AREA, That usually meant that the timelord had to wake her up for an adventure, but- that didn't seem to be what was happening today. Yes, he had Sonic'd his way into her apartment- but, was she really expecting anything less from him at this current moment? It didn't seem like he had anything planned today. Maybe the exhaustion had caught up with him...

Because when Yelan woke up, she'd find that on this particular morning- The Doctor had seemingly arrived at her apartment and snuggled up into her. His face pressed into her hip and his arms wrapped around her waist, his hair looking awfully ready for ruffling.

He hadn't even taken his shoes off- he'd just laid in there.

@lunaetis

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[hpscaling]

@ancientforged:

"So, ya come here often?" Don't mind Ruby, she was just floating upside-down for some particular reason. "Nice mantle and haircut though, really suit your hydro aesthetic well." Ruby spoke to Yelan.

Yelan arched an eyebrow. It definitely wasn't the first time she'd heard the 'come here often' line, but it always amused her.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that," she said, folding her arms over her chest. She says as if her being out in public is some sort of secret mission.

A smile tugged at her lips. "Well, thank you. I do try."

[lustimpacted]

Continued RP

Continued from here; for @stripclub-elysium

Yelan nodded and smiled at the other. "Yep, I have met her. She is the one we buy most of our fireworks from. A few sparklers and fireworks are made here but that is it." She mumbled and looked around. "Do you want to get out of here and find a quiet place to enjoy them?"

[muscle-blues]

🎲

🎲 5 - a firm kiss

Yelan and Clorinde had shared a kiss.

The two women didn't know each other all that well, which made Yelan all the more comfortable in her request to kiss her. To ask this of an acquaintance was better than to ask this of a close friend. There's less embarrassment in that deal. As for the request itself, it was rather simple:

"Could you kiss me? I want to be able to understand how to express genuine tenderness for another."

Yelan hadn't been a cold-hearted woman, of course. She was able to express care for those she considered her friends, and was deemed kind-hearted by several of her coworkers, but she always found herself shying away in tender moments with others. A kiss, at least to Yelan, is one step away from experiencing someone at their most intimate, their most heartfelt, and she wanted to have a better grasp of that sort of moment between people.

Of course, simply kissing one person she only somewhat considered an acquaintance wasn't going to be enough to fix her issue, but it was a good start. The kiss between these two was filled with certainty, it had purpose behind it as Yelan, as if on instinct, closed her own eyes, trying to take in the moment in its fullest extent.

Of course, this kiss was enjoyable. Clorinde had been a rather good kisser, maybe holding a bit more tenderness behind it in opposition to Yelan's firmness, and Yelan knew that much. She sighed, mentally, as she pulled out of the kiss. Yelan smiled and wiped her mouth with her thumb, letting out a laugh as she had done so.

"That was...pleasant. I...apologize if I hadn't put in as much passion in it as I could've, but...I thank you for indulging in my weird request."

[mmriesoftvat]

“ You drive me crazy. ” (Tartaglia for whichever muse you're feeling the most)

"Good, it's by design." Yelan is sitting with her legs up on the nearest table, sipping on a glass of wine. With her coat folded neatly next to her feet, she's watching Childe out of the corner of her eye. She's willing to let her guard down briefly in order to enjoy some sort of banter with Childe, though the details, thanks to the wine, are a bit lost on her. She can't remember how this particular meeting started, but Yelan knows it had rapidly devolved into them ending up exactly where they are now, with Childe taking a potshot at her.

"You acknowledge that one of us is driving us anywhere. I want you to keep that mentality going forward." While her tone is playful, Yelan isn't stupid, she's far from ignorant about where Childe stands in this world, and the role he plays. She can let her guard down in this instance, knowing he won't do anything to hurt her, but Yelan doesn't plan on being this lax all the time. While she trusts that he won't hurt her, she also can't guarantee he'll be honest, either.

Granted, she doesn't know everything, but she's ever closer to finding out what his -and his cohorts are actually up to. It's just a matter of time, but at least for now, Yelan can enjoy the harbinger for whatever shenanigans he gets up to next. As well as the current mood.

"I'd say you could do better next time, but I don't think you'll ever have the upper hand on anyone." She smirks, before bringing the glass up to her lips. "There are plenty things I could call you in that aspect, but I'll hold back, for your sake."

[hpthirsting]

@nekasin sent a meme:

"I could just slide your panties aside and..." for Yelan~

"And what?" Yelan had a smirk on her lips as she reached up to bury her fingers in Neka's hair, catching his lips in a kiss. "Why don't you tell me exactly what you're thinking of doing to me?"

[fagatakonin]

Would've loved her to be the 5* instead

[iniziare]

This seemed like perplexity no longer, for the lines of his face held no same bafflement, nor comprehension, or rather, perhaps simply not... of the same kind. Not once had she seen him ridden in silence as he seemed to be now, as if something outside of here, of this, and of them, tried to claim him. For a brief moment, a whisper ached to find its mouthpiece within this close proximity to him, it was an urge rather undeniable, a sound enough to pull him from what seemed to tug, and tug at him with little relent. No more than the simplest 'hey' would have found itself in utterance, but it didn't dare; seemingly fearful of her own scrutiny. And it was right to, for he spoke, as she knew that he would, and yet, it was what followed that caught her by surprise most: one that received a welcome of unparalleled warmth. Lips lay curved still when his pressed to her own, a venture that remained one that she craved no matter how often she had found herself to have indulged in it, and in him, in the months that had been spent at his side. But this, too, seemed different here— it all but lacked the urgency of the longing that had always come with each reunion, no matter the time that had passed, and yet it engulfed her in an intensity much the same. Wriothesley, even here, in a place far removed from his Meropide, felt the same, with— ah, her smile could barely restrain itself at the familiarity on his lips, the unmistakable taste of tea leaves lingered still, and she would swear that she could even taste the remnants of his two cubes of sugar. Her hand rose then, the tips of her fingers barely coming to rest to his cheek, before succumbing to a trail down, a weak cling to his jawline as the kiss came to its close. For a moment, bare as it was, she chased after him, but relented as promptly as the ache had surfaced— for this wasn't about her, or them, it was about him.

Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, and the momentary crack that tainted it. The reaction to such a thing was oddly instantaneous, as a hand ventured towards and well into his hairline, fingers combing through darker strands until for a moment it settled, grazing just above the nape of his neck in a touch imbued with certain domesticity, it was almost too tender; all because she'd not ever ask— but instead, she would simply prove her presence. The confirmation of tea was given in a nod, and an affectionate, but light tighten of her fingers, for how could there be a Duke, and no tea? But the latter— that, came in playful whisper. "I think that calling hot springs a pool would be a bit of a disservice." Was she touching him, still? Perhaps the linger was done wholly on purpose, with the pretense that it was absentminded equally as intentional. For a moment later, she knew that he might just abandon her side to judge the authenticity of each nook and cranny that this space held within its grasp. Although, she would plead (and negotiate) for the 'pool' to be the last thing to be thoroughly investigated. "Come, let me show you everything that is yours?"

[ ... ]

The shoreline that lay at only minutes from where they'd arrived, the view of Liyue Harbor in the glow and hue of the setting sun, the pathway into the mountains, and the home built in every detail unique to Liyue Harbor— she'd accompanied him through it all. Her countenance remained struck between housing a lingering smile that only the joy of one you hold dear could ever warrant from you, and a repeated chuckle at his boyish delight. "All that remains, I believe, or at least of what I want to show you, is Tubby." A spin on her heels had her turn to him one more time, before she leaned down, allowing for her fingers to trace the length of the smooth leather of her boot, finding its zipper along its side, before a tug guided it to a slow descent. "In hope that she won't impress you too much, and replace me for tea." The quiet metallic sound sliced through the momentary stillness of her pause, as the leather eased open, revealing the curve of her bare leg inch, by inch, and she stepped out of it, before the second followed in tow. "Alas, I believe she's asleep for a little while longer. Lucky me." Yes, there would be a chuckle at his likely confusion.

And there, and then, she'd find herself soon strayed from his side, and seated to the very edge of his personal 'pool', where the warmth of its water radiated at her back in a way that was more than merely familiar. "Ah, how could I have almost forgotten them?" It came at the stretch of one of her legs, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips almost relentlessly, unsure how she nearly forgot one of the best parts that she wouldn't miss for the world. She had remembered a dream, or a little wish he had uttered in the streets that they had wandered on occasion. And so her chin tipped up at the recollection, and faced the remnants of the sun's rays— "I think the mountains stole them from the sea today, but we'll see." And then, a whistle broke through the serenity of chirping birds, and then another (in an attempt to conceal a certain... bark, or two), and then one more with much the same intent. "Behind you." And if he did, he would see the silhouettes of not one, but two canines emerge from the path that led to mountains, and plains without end. “Happy birthday, Wriothesley."

Wriothesley's wonderment does not wear off, especially not since every word she says reveals this tea pot as even more fantastical than he imagined. It's best to listen to her and focus on that, which presents as quite the challenge when the magic of this realm tugs at his every sense, demanding his attention. There's not just sight and sound - there's smells and feeling, a wind that whispers of an unknown season, gravitation that pulls at his body and ties him to the here and now.

He hears what she's saying but it's hard to believe. Wriothesley knows of magic, knows of gods and creatures of old, myths and legends - Teyvat certainly has no shortage of them. He's never been an agnostic but a skeptic at heart, albeit a hopeful one - but this? This goes beyond what he actively imagined possible, even with Celestia in the sky far above them. A magic so palpable and whimsical in part was always too good to be true, and in part a thing he'd wished to exist only in dreams.. for the alternative was cruel. If gods and adepti walk among them, close and capable of things so unbelievably wonderful, how come so many of them must suffer? How come they do not help those alone and in need? --But this is not the moment to sink into these thoughts or to lament what he didn't have at one point in his life - when he does right now, literally holding a miracle in the palm of his hands.

"It's not an illusion..?" he asks, his words halting and quiet, but it's more of a statement, for the answer lies in the space that surrounds him. He can feel it, he can feel her - gentle and warm as he's learned to know her to be - this is not in his head.

His eyes return to Liyue Harbor, as he now knows, and an invisible weight descends onto his chest. She wanted him to see it and oh, how often he'd dreamed of seeing it, of getting on a boat and following her call to see the golden harbor for himself: its pointed roofs and bustling markets and ancient history. Her home; the city that shaped her and pulls her away time and again, no matter how much he'd like to hold on. It's little more than the idea of the real thing - although for all Wriothesley knows it could be - simply by being so far away; a preview of what awaits him at the end of his wish.

He blinks a few times when she reaches up to brush his hair from his face, although her hand is nowhere near his eyes. The gesture pulls him back to the patch of grass he stands on, away from the city bathed in light on the horizon, and he swallows, moved. He feels raw in a way he's forgotten himself to be able to, vulnerable to a point that closes up his throat and leaves him truly speechless. He hasn't wanted for anything in years; he's had a roof over his head, food on his table and friends and allies to call his own. He's had time to spend however he wants, the freedom to go wherever he walks - and most importantly: a purpose, and the power to fight for it. That boy who slept on the hard cobblestones and begged in the streets, who wore dirty rags and forgot how to dream about toys and desserts in favor of justice and strength; that boy, who wanted something that was well and truly his, hasn't been him in a long time.

But he's him now, in this moment, as he stands embraced by the true magic of her nation, next to the person he didn't expect to find in this life, who offers a gift much greater than she realizes.

Her touch is a comfort, as light as it is, a help to focus and accept that all this is real. "It's incredible," he says eventually, recognizing that his verdict falls utterly short. It's magical, unbelievable, intimidating - and only dwarfed by the accidental magic she added with the simple thought behind her present. Something that's his and no one else's. She's close enough for him to place his hands on her cheeks without having to step closer, his hands steady despite the tear she opened inside him. And he kisses her, slowly and deeply, taking all the time in the world, as if they weren't surrounded by pure magic and wonder begging to be explored. In this moment Celestia itself could not tempt him away from her. He will find the words to thank her at some point, to let her know how much this means, but for now his kiss will have to speak for him.

Even after pulling away, the Duke finds himself uncharacteristically quiet for notably too long. Luckily, as if she hasn't given him enough, she offers yet another boon to him: a helping hand out of the pool of emotions that threatens to drown him, an excuse to climb out of it and regain his bearings. After all, there's so much more to see. "There's tea?" he asks and clears his throat as it cracks on the last syllable. The smile returns to his face as he looks behind her, but it's still shaky, like he needs a moment to remember. "I won't say no to-- a pool?"

[viatrixtravels-a]

How do you feel about Yelan?

Put a name in my inbox and my muse will have to admit how they feel about them.

"Yelan is super cool! I saw her put a group of Treasure Hoarders in place the other day and she was absolutely slaying!"

Admittedly, the Traveller had a soft spot for women who can kick ass - and there certainly is not a shortage of those in Teyvat. Yelan in particular just has this special kind of aura about her though - you just know that she will be the one in charge.

"I hope to learn from her and be just like that one day. ...And maybe she could also give me some pointers on how to grow as tall as she is."