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#Edge of Impact
cyxnidx · 7 months
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LATE NIGHTS.
character: neuvilette x fem!reader
prompt: "please forgive me.. jus' couldn't wait."
warnings: consensual somnophilia, needy + sensitive neuvi, wet dream, slight dacryphilia, edging
a/n: been thinkin ab this for ages
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neuvilette is shaken from his sleep after a wet dream. a dream that was so intense it seemed to get him out of his sleep - his hard on lifting the sheets from his current sleeping position.
and out of the corner of his eye - was you. your peaceful, sleeping figure. eyes closed softly, quiet snores occasionally leaving your soft lips. out of what he'd excuse as curiosity, he pulled the sheets back. just a bit. it exposed nothing too extreme: just an oversized shirt you'd bought while out shopping. it was supposed to be a piece for an outfit, but now it's just a classic shirt you sleep in.
removing the sheets further, he admires the way the shirt cascades down your body, hugging you perfectly.
the more of you he sees, the worse he gets. he's palming his cock now, noticing the spots of pre leaking from his tip. he takes another look at you, the sheets now fully off your body. your legs exposed, as you curl into a ball due to the lack of warmth.
the thoughts in neuvilettes mind are anything but professional - anything but acceptable. but you wouldn't mind, right?
you did at some point have that discussion. the discussion of what you wouldn't mind sexually, and what you're into. the same conversation that made neuvilette shy out of his mind.
"if for whatever reason you're awake, and horny while i'm asleep, but don't wanna wake me up.. don't be shy to fuck me til i wake up." your voice echos through his mind. "i won't be upset, promise."
he sighs, moving hesitantly as an attempt to not wake you. he knows it may be inevitable, but he'd want you to get every second possible.
pulling his bottoms off, his cock springs from its confines and slaps up against his stomach. the moonlight defines his body, creating a silhouette only a god would create. his tip is pink and angry when he takes hold of it, pulling off your bottoms as well.
he lightly rubs against your pussy lips, spreading your slick before inserting two fingers. he curls them upward, almost smirking at your unconscious reaction. he then moves to lick a stripe up your cunt, tongue fucking you softly as to not stir you too much. when he feels you're slick enough, he takes hold of his tip.
though, he still frowns. he pushes himself against you, almost groaning at the way your slick feels against his tip. the idea of using you in your sleep still bothers his slightly, but he wasn't against the idea. especially not for a first time occurrence.
pushing himself past your folds and into your tight little hole, he tries to keep moving to a bare minimum - as much as possible, anyway.
"jus for a little, baby.." he mumbled, slowly fitting himself in you. bottoming out, he watched you stir in your sleep once again, likely at the feeling of being so full. "sorry.." he apologized, kissing your forehead as he began to move slowly.
his veiny cock dragged against the gummy walls of your cunt. you clenched around him involuntarily, provoking a surprised moan from him. once again, you stir from the noise. "neuvi.. neuvilette..?" you mumbled. neuvilette kissed your forehead softly, though, with no response you seemed to go right back to sleep.
at the very beginning, he thought it'd be easier. easy as ever, actually. until he kept getting a little too aggressive, making you stir in your sleep unintentionally, or almost waking you up had he not coaxed you back to your dreamland.
as time went on, neuvilette began to see it as a game of sorts - to not wake you up. only bad thing being, he constantly edged himself. the closer he got to his climax, the rougher he'd get. the more likely you were to be woken up. he didn't want to - he hated the idea of you losing sleep over him not having control over his sexual urges. but what could he do?
but now, his hand wrapped around your tit while the other took hold of your waist, he got needy. he was nearing a sort of overstimulation he'd never dealt with before. a neediness he never expected. a roughness even he wouldn't think could be provoked from him.
"please forgive me.." he mumbled, looking into your sleepy eyes as your hands couldn't decipher whether they wanted to grip the sheets at his fast pace or rub the sleep out of the corners of your eyes. "m' so sorry.. so sorry.." he whined, tears lining his eyes as he increased his pace, encouraged by the small moans and whines that began to exit your lips. "jus' couldn't wait.." he kisses your forehead, grip tightening over your waist.
"said i could, yeah? you don't mind.." he repeated what he remembered, his mind foggy from constantly edging himself. "couldn't wait. you were so pretty, and.." it began to rain outside as tears cascaded down his rosy cheeks. "..you understand, right? right?"
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clouvu · 1 month
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Mother and Father 🫶
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bumbleboa · 10 months
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some of my crowned characters, one per element
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c6jpg · 4 months
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Well? Have I convinced you yet?
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pixiiipie · 20 days
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there’s something so beautiful about sub alhaitham it’s usually so rare (kaveh is usually sub) but i love when i find it <3
sub alhaitham headcannons/thoughts
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he’s so prideful and enjoys teasing to fuel this pride but when he’s backed into a corner? so cute
he’s not too sure what to do at first (a little brat taming) but he doesn’t let himself be so easily owned especially by someone smaller than him and of a lower position. but if you manage to break this stupid ego of his, he’s all yours.
he’s calculated and never gives anything away making others view him as “cold” but truly, alhaitham is so good for you. he won’t easily reveal how needy he is for you but deep down, anything you do or say to him (even if it’s just a simple “hello”) will stick in his head and make it foggy.
the best thing to do to him? fuck him dumb and ask him semi-difficult questions that he should definitely know and as the time goes on, lower the difficulty. humiliate him in any way you can! that’s the only way to break an ego. when you fuck him, tell him that if he takes his eyes off of you, you’ll stop. he’ll burn with embarrassment at the position you have him in and all the names you’re calling him (praise and degradation) but it’ll be even more embarrassing as he continues to make eye contact-needing you to keep pumping him full. seems all that talk of not being desperate was just talk.
(similar to this but fuck him and make him look at himself in the mirror. tell him that this is the image of sumeru’s scribe. what a slut they placed all that responsibility in. alhaitham will try to deny it but it’s true. tease him and wonder what all the other scribes would think if they saw him like this. their respect for him would disappear and they’d probably treat him like a dog. maybe they’d all want a turn with him…)
maybe if he’s misbehaving, get him needy before saying that if he wants you to continue, he has to do some of the paperwork he’d left earlier. or! make him cockwarm you as he does it. only rule is that he can cum when it’s all done (tease him by saying that the standard isn’t very good when he’s finished to coax some pretty tears from him).
kinda similar to that but make him cockwarm you/strap a vibrator to him/in him as he reads a chapter of a book. but! he has to read out loud. any mistakes he makes, he has to start from the beginning of the chapter. of course he can’t cum unless he’s read it (semi) perfectly.
side note: his beautiful body? mhm please manhandle that. he’ll never tell you but he enjoys feeling like he belongs to you and you can do anything to him. even if it’s just casually, grab his waist, rest you hand on it, just any touch there makes him feel connected to you and somewhat safe. you’ll look after him. you’ll be by his side. not just his waist but his tits pecs too. why are they so huge? for you to hold and play with of course!! they’re embarrassing sensitive because of how much they’re rubbing against his clothes.
he’s quite sensitive everywhere because of how little he’s been touched (and touched himself) but nipples, waist and his ears (he’s so tall! no one has ever been so close to them and they’re usually always covered) are his golden spots. please make sure to touch or nibble on them :)
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crystalflygeo · 1 year
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Countdown/edging . ft Zhongli + m!reader
cw/tags: orgasm delay/edging, hand job, praise kink, dirty talk, slight dom/sub.
notes: Edging is so delicious oh god <3 First time writting male reader ehe I really really hope this is good;;; pls I only aim to please.
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Downright sinful the way those elegant fingers wrap around your cock, dragging slowly, reverently before his thumb rubs right against the frenulum and you gasp, hips bucking as you shift on his lap.
“Now, now.” Zhongli’s deep voice rumbles. “Hands by your sides, my dear. Just stay there like a good boy.” He murmurs huskily, nuzzling at your neck.
You melt at his touch and moan, obediently placing your hands at both sides of your body and slightly parting your legs to give him more access.
Oh, the game was on…
Zhongli starts working you slowly, hand curling and sliding against the underside, across your entire length from root to tip. You whimper, already flushed and fully hard.
“Oh, archons-hng!” His thumb rubs against your cockhead, gathering the precum beading there already. “That’s- T-That’s-” Your words cut off with a strangled moan as he presses at the tip, a jolt of pleasure cursing your veins.
Zhongli chuckles and starts jerking you’re a little more enthusiastically, you close your eyes and melt leaning back against his chest as your breathing gets heavier, trembling as desire starts to consume you. The ex-archon slips his free hand under your shirt, teasing your stomach and ribs before his fingers pinch one of your nipples.
“Nnngh!”
He rubs against the nub and you keen at the touch, back arching. He tugs at your cock alternating the pace and squeezing a little at the top and you shudder.
Your hands claw at the couch like you’re desperately trying to hang onto something because the hot pleasure curls tight in your gut, like you’re pulling yourself up for air because your head is swimming and-
It stops. It simply stops right at the edge and you can’t feel anything but a raw need, and it’s incredibly frustrating as you catch the mischievous glint in his eyes, smirking. You whine and your hips buck, chasing the tight warm you’ve so suddenly been denied.
“Be patient.” Zhongli chides, nipping at the skin where your neck meets shoulder, sharp fangs just barely digging in at the edge of your shirt. He starts whispering numbers into your ear, counting up “One. Two. Three. Four…” his hot breath making you shudder again.
On five it begins all over again. The build-up, the edging and the sudden stop. It goes to six the next time when you’re left panting frustrated. Seven the time after that, and you whine loudly and wriggle in his lap, throwing your head back. Eight is almost impossible to withstand with the way he practically growls the numbers instead of the soft baritone from before, like he’s the one getting off here, while your voice is wobbly and laced with lust. “Zhongli… fuck, please…”
His hand cups your balls, and squeeze softly, rolling them on his palm and rubbing his thumb along the skin and it’s all too much but also not enough and you’re going crazy.
“Cruel.” You say breathily. “That’s so, so cruel. I’m so close, I’m right there, please…”
Every touch is like lightning and your cock twitches, already leaking everywhere, all over your stomach and your clothes and Zhongli’s hand. There’s the telltale churning in your lower belly, the tightening of your muscles as your thighs go taut and-
Zhongli pulls off again, pressing a soft kiss against your neck.
“Noooo…” You hiss.
Zhongli laughs amused. He knows you too well, knows all your body’s cues and tells already. He knows when you’re just about to come, your cock jumping, breath catching. He squeezes at the base of your length tightly, staving off the pleasure again.
It’s like your pleasure belong to him, your orgasms, your body, all of you.
And oh you love it.
“Too soon.” He purrs, teasing as the soft underside up to your cockhead again. “Just imagine how good it’ll be once I finally let you come.”
“Zhongli-”
His chuckle is deep and oh-so-tantalizing. He plays with the patch of hair just at the base of your cock and it twitches to attention. “Alright, alright, on ten now. Can you do it for me? Be a good boy and cum at the count of ten?”
You swallow thickly at the dark promise and nod enthusiastically, desperate to plunge off the edge he’s been keeping you at for far too long now.
His fingers curl around you once more, teasing up and down and you gasp.
“One.”
You’re so pent up, ready to burst. He’s been teasing you forever and the heat spreads through your body climbing up to that tantalizing high faster and faster.
“Four. That’s a good boy.”
His hand moves fast, sliding over your slick length coaxing you. Your hips stutter, fucking into the tight squeeze of Zhongli’s fingers.
“Six… just a little more.”  
Obscene wet noises fill your ears as he keeps stroking, you shake like a leaf on his lap. So, so close…
“Nine…” He hums and tilts your head to swallow your moans, capturing your mouth in a kiss and you whine onto it, messy, desperate, squirming as his tongue rolls against yours. It’s too much, you can’t you can’t-
He parts only slightly with a smirk and string of saliva connecting your mouths “Ten. Come for me my dear. Show me…”
“Ahnn- f-fuck…”
You shake and cry out, holding yourself up on his arms and fucking his hand through it. Your vision goes white and tears leak from the corners of your eyes as you teeter the edge of overstimulation. White spurts of your seed coating your belly, thighs and his hand, all over your clothes.
You gasp and tremble as you come down from the high, body finally relaxing from the pent-up tension and your eyes feel glassy and unfocused. You blink once, twice, and finally register Zhongli muttering praises against your neck and shoulder. You sag boneless against his chest.
“S-so good…” You slur.
He chuckles and kisses your forehead. “I’m glad, my love. Are you too tired for a bath right now?”
It takes a moment but you shake your head slowly. “I-I want…” And you slowly grind your hips, feeling Zhongli’s own hard-on and rubbing against it.
“Oh…” His golden eyes darken. “You’re insatiable.”
This time, you smirk.
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[Image Description: an 11-panel comic page on paper in which Laurice Deauxnim/Larry Butz and Maya Fey from Ace Attorney sit side-by-side. Laurice has tight posture and an uncomfortable look on his face, while Maya is looking around in an uninterested manner; a large textbox labeled "Waiting for Nick" points at the two of them. Laurice looks over at Maya with a sidelong glance, grimacing. Laurice turns away, asking: "...Do you hate me?" Maya bursts out: "WHAT? Why would I hate you?!" ["What" is in all caps to indicate volume.] Laurice flinches away from the outburst. Laurice begins to explain, saying: "Elise", but cutting himself off and shaking his head, starting again with a downcast expression: "Your mom was my mentor." ["Your mom" is underlined to indicate emphasis.] Maya leans forward on her hands and tilts her head in confusion. Laurice continues, waving his hand in the air: "Like, she taught me how to be a better person, to— to grow up, y'know?" Laurice looks back at Maya, his palm toward her, with tears in his eyes, and says: "But you... She was your mom, and you never got that." ["mom" is underlined to indicate emphasis.] Maya looks at Laurice with concern, as he says: "I wouldn't blame you, if you hated me." End Image Description]
I think they should be allowed a Real Conversation, actually
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(And some close-ups, bc I forgot just how energy-intensive making a comic page is, and I ended up working really hard on this messy, self-indulgent little comic)
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relxion-kunp · 1 year
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second phase bruh
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turtleblogatlast · 1 year
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Sometimes I think about the potential possibility of Leo accidentally portaling himself to the Prison Dimension should his powers develop enough. Considering how much he struggled with them at first, if they were to get stronger, and moreso, if it became easier for him to portal to places he’d been before…I can imagine that developing into a constant, looming threat in the back of his mind.
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fayzart136 · 14 days
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This muscial still has a deathgrip (hah) on me.
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fortheloveofarchons · 2 months
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The morning after with Xiao
Inspired by GraveASMR on Youtube!
C.W.
- Smut - Hickeys - Scratches - Edging - Pre-cum - Xiao having possessive behaviour - Xiao being a top - Aether being a sub
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The morning light filters softly through the thinly-veiled curtains, casting a warm glow upon the room as Aether stirs awake, enveloped in the comfort of tangled sheets and the lingering warmth of shared intimacy. As his consciousness slowly returns, Aether finds himself in the presence of someone close to his heart. 
“Xiao…”
With a content sigh, he stretches his body, but only stops midway when he feels a stinging sensation on his back, and an aching feeling on his whole body. The faint murmurs of the golden finches’ chirps drift through the open window, a gentle melody that accompanies the soft rise and fall of Xiao’s breathing. The yaksha’s features are softened in the gentle light, half of his face is buried in the pillow, his arms tucking inside the pillow for warmth while his back is revealed with some of Aether’s scratches. 
Longing fills Aether.
With a gentle touch, Aether brushes a stray lock of hair from Xiao’s face, he wants to be the person to make Xiao feel comfortable– wants to be the person who wakes Xiao with a kiss. 
Heck, he’d even take soft kisses, gentle kisses, hotter kisses if those kisses meant that he could continue where they left off last night. 
But Aether knows that there is work to do. Can’t keep Katheryne, the receptionist of the Adventurers’ Guild waiting. 
And so does Xiao, whose title is called the ‘Conqueror of Demons’. 
As Aether is about to sit upright to prepare breakfast for Xiao, the rustles of the sheets and Aether’s movement stirs Xiao awake, watching his golden-haired partner about to stand. 
“Hey…” Xiao immediately grabs Aether’s arm, pulling him back to bed. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Oof! Good morning Xiao,” Aether turns to Xiao, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry to bother you up this early, but I was going to prepare you breakfast and head off for commissions.”
“Oh, you want to go do your commissions.” Xiao’s arm wraps around Aether’s waist, preventing him from leaving. “Look at you, you can barely stand on your own two legs. Especially after what I did to you last night.”
“Ah…”
As memories of the night before dance through his mind, desire curls low in Aether’s gut. 
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“Aether… You really look ravishing like this, I wish I could see more of this side of you when we are in bed.” 
With Xiao’s soft fingers on Aether’s cheek, along with his left hand sinking into his fluffy, unbraided golden hair, Aether couldn’t help but lean his head onto Xiao’s right hand, tasting his thumb, sucking it gently. 
Xiao exhales heavily, seeing Aether’s eyes drifting shut to ecstasy. Just a few moments ago, Aether was holding onto Xiao’s body tight as the yaksha bites his neck and chest, leaving wet trails of saliva and hot bites being marked on Aether’s body. Xiao could still feel that stinging pain from Aether’s nails clawing into his back. 
He could imagine that Aether would leave more scratches when Xiao is inside of him. 
“We can’t forget your precious thighs now, can we?”
A strangled sound catches in Aether’s throat as Xiao’s hand travels down to Aether’s shaft, half-hard and already aching from Xiao’s hot kisses and bites. Xiao is aware that Aether is immortal like him, surely Aether knows what he’s doing, but Xiao did not expect him to be a bit shy, a little uncertain.
Aether was the one to make flirty attempts to Xiao, after all. The blonde-haired outlander has to be somewhat experienced. 
Yet, Aether immediately arches into his touch, tears coming out of his eyes from the overwhelming emotion of being edged on. It didn’t help him much when Xiao started to leave kisses on his inner thigh, leaving bites on them. 
Xiao then lifts his head up, and his left hand travels down to Aether’s neck, curving around the back of his neck. He then draws Aether close for a slow kiss, a lingering one, one that makes soft little sounds of pleasure against Aether’s lips. 
Looking down, Xiao could see Aether’s precum dribbling down to the side of his thigh. Xiao’s teeth then bite into Aether’s lower lip.
“I would call you beautiful,” Xiao says, his voice a low and wicked rumble. “But they say that beauty is on the inside and… I haven’t been inside you yet.” 
Aether gasps, his hips jerking hard on Xiao’s. 
“Please Xiao… I want it…” Pleasure burns, and a needy, insistent ache that steals Aether’s breath. Aether’s submissive begs and whimpers were a contrast to the usual smirks and giggles he would make when he’s interacting with Xiao during the daytime. “I want it so bad… I’ll do anything…” 
“Prepare yourself then,” A smirk plastered onto Xiao’s face, a rare moment for Aether to witness. “It will take a moment before I can even release it.” 
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“Are we gonna go over what happened last night?” Xiao’s fingers gently massages Aether’s stomach, tempting Aether back into a mood of desire. 
“I…” 
“Or are you too embarrassed?” 
Xiao could remember that expression Aether had when he was inside of him: Aether’s skin flushed a bright and beautiful red, until he’s panting, until each of Xiao’s thrust pushes a gasping moan from Aether’s lips. Xiao remembers how tension lines his own body, drawing him tighter and tighter as he rails into Aether’s body, missionary style. 
He remembers how Aether’s quiet, aching moans were the last straw for the yaksha...
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wandasaura · 3 months
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OKAYYY
if it were one of those days, r is seeking one of the doms out but maybe they all deny her in some way—planned or not planned— and instead of being a good girl and waiting, she takes it upon herself to get herself off but it’s futile and she just gets caught 🫣 how would the punishment go?
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depending on who found her it would end in different ways, but all four doms would start by pulling her over their lap and spanking her ass raw. carol wouldn't touch her after that, but natasha would give her orgasm after orgasm until she cried for her to stop. wanda would edge her for hours until she was dripping and close enough to cum without a single touch, and maria would ruin her orgasm until she passed out from exhaustion
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cometrose · 6 months
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i’ve got two zhongli origin theories
1. he’s a fallen star or a piece of the sun that fell in teyvat or a sun god/solar chariot
2. hes a servant of celestia but was banished/demoted for disobedience
theory 1 is an old theory but i always feel he’s an astral body of some sorts “planet befall” is his burst name “stars dim light fades” is his namecard description “gold is the tears of the sun” this is what the melusines say after being handed a piece of cor lapis the fact the solar chariot crashed when rex lapis was young and then zhongli is always symbolized by the sun with gold as his signature item. All the other archons (ei, rukkha, nahida, furina etc) are represented by the moon as are many other deities or divinities (azhdaha, guizhong, xiao and ganyu) zhongli is one of the few immortals to fully embody the sun
theory 2 has more to do with his connections to celestia. while super subject to change and not at all reliable i always think about one of zhongli’s beta lines is about celestia and he speaks very fondly of it stating he hasn’t been there is a long time next is the mora he produces with the triquetra symbol associated with celestia
then in chinese it states zhongli was demoted 6000 years ago when he arrived in teyvat as opposed to the eng version of ‘descended’.
In his 5th character story prior to rukkha getting erased it stated that barbatos and morax were the only original members of the seven and now it states that they were the only two in positions of leadership but isn’t that the same thing? not to mention barbatos fell asleep the same time nahida was born so in reality of the original 7 only rex lapis was in a position of leadership and then in the same text later down it still says that “The seven seats changed and again were changed, till five of the seven at the table were all departed” but if he really forgot rukkha shouldn’t it be four not five? this section of text is the same pre and post sumeru so long story short i think he remembers rukkha to some extent so he didn’t come straight from tevyat
and then even though he states he’s eroding he is very confident in his memories likely due to his contracts so i think erosion effects him differently and then their is his connection to the heavenly principles he specifically states erosion was imposed on him by them and then he praises furina for deceiving them and then there is his contract with them that stops him from talking about the cataclysm all in all i believe he’s familiar with the heavenly principles on a deeper level like he’s playing both sides
bonus: i think it’s neat zhongli is always associated with life and creation much like celestia (and the sun), he gave azhdaha eyes and created the archaic petra flower he created whales and eagles and beasts made of stone granted the adepti illumination and a mastery over alchemy
bonus bonus: morax was alive during the age of the 3 moon sisters and there are few stories were it’s implied he mentions them directly anyway this just means he’s far older than 6000 and has lived through numerous tevyat societies so he’s got a very long lifespan not as much as an elemental being but he knows far more about this world
bonus bonus bonus: zhongli’s 6th constellation is “Chrysos, Bounty of Dominator”. Chrysos is latin but is borrowed from ancient greek meaning Gold (Khrysos). Khrysos is a daimon which are lesser divinities in greek mythology and often a personification of abstract concepts. Daimons were great and powerful figures who after their death were granted divinity and some were transformed by Zeus to guide humanity. Khrysos is son of Zeus and the personification of gold and wealth ‘that cannot be devoured by moth or rust’. Son of Zeus? Free of impurities? Tasked with guiding humanity? Very similar to the relationship to the archons and celestia and could mean zhongli has very divine origins.
anyway that’s what i got, as to what he *is* maybe he’s a celestial dragon that got demoted.
or i think about heavenly chinese immortals who, when they commit crimes, or want to grow as a person, may be sent to the human realm to go through trials and suffering that comes with living and guess what zhongli does in his free time.
May he’s a piece of the sun that crashed down in teyvat and got assigned godhood hence his dedication to the future and seeing a new day
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soupysundae · 5 months
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evil artstyle challenge 🐍🍽️🫂
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Fontaine archon quest has come and gone and I need MORE MOTH sob
NO BECAUSE ME TOOOOOO I NEED FOUL LEGACY TO HAVE MORE THAN LIKE 5 MINUTES OF SCREENTIME AUUGHHHH
imagine if you jumped into the Primordial Sea with the Traveler and Neuvillette, not to fight- the starving narwhal would consume you without a second glance- but because Ajax is in there, Foul Legacy is in there, and you're not about to let them go off and get themselves nearly killed like they have so many times before- honestly, what were they thinking?! your feet land on congealed water with a light splash, everything oozing and swirling and dotted with stars. it sticks to your shoes like gel, and your lip curls in disgust before your gaze wanders to a familiar shape lying in a heap, all violet and charcoal and night-colored with a pop of deep, rusted crimson
Foul Legacy whines as you dart over, gashes and wounds leaking dark, starry blood through his armor and stained on every talon. he claws at the quicksand water, forcing himself to move forward and collapse into your arms with a choked whimper, clinging to you like a lifeline. all you can do is drag him out of range when the narwhal bursts forth from the sea, silently watching the Traveler take up their sword- somehow it's not the most terrifying thing you've ever seen, but being a Harbinger's significant other often means life or death situations. Legacy jolts in your arms every time the narwhal lets out an echoing cry, hooking his claws on the edge of your shirt as he trembles, dry sobs coming from his throat when you kiss his forehead and tell him that everything's going to be alright, your fingers tracing over the rough, worn patches on his palms from days and days of grasping his polearm in desperate battle
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hamletshoeratio · 8 days
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Can y'all just be you know normal Marina Thompson for like 5 seconds? Because christ, the sheer Misogynoir that some of you spread about her character is insane and you don't even realise it.
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