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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 29 days

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What About Scaramouche? Like not Wanderer, Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers Scaramouche.

Scaramouche, The Sixth Harbinger, is on False Creator's side.

Because they promised him a throne of an Archon. As soon, as they have one available.

When Creator decided, what to do with Dendro Archon.

"Don't bow so low, Scaramouche. You are a future Archon. Carry yourself with more dignity." gently scolds Creator. Scaramouche lift his head, looking at Their Holiness. At the embodiment of power and grace.

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Scaramouche bowed before Ivory Throne. Creator's voice was calm and welcoming.

He didn't dare to ask, when he will get his title. He believed in Creator. They will fulfill their promise. They were above people and gods. Above the sin of lie.

Yet, Scaramouche wished, that the days of his godhood came sooner.

If only that stubborn Dendro Archon will make up their mind.

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Devine came into Sanctuary of Surasthana. Something more devine, in the eyes of other people, than Dendro Archon, trapped inside the Sanctuary. Devine were there before. They didn't get what they want before. Devine hopped, that this time, they will get it.

"Don't worry, dear child. I will let you free." Devine sang their siren song. "But before... Say it."

Dendro Archon, who was trapped for all her life, looked smug. Devine came to hate that smug smile.

Like before, Nahida tilted her head. And repeated the same words.

"Where are your familiars, Holy One? Where are the ones, who helped you built this world? Who faced down armies of usurpers, battled demons, who have healed your wounds and carried your broken body across war scarred plains? Why their home, your cradle, lay in shambles?"

Devine slammed both hands against the surface of Nahida's cage. Their eyes, for a moment, lost focus. Nahida knew, that, if one of her aranaras was here, they would say, that "Marana showed itself".

They weren't a god.

They were Marana.

Corruption. Sin. Destruction.

"Wrong answer..."

The illusion, that False Creator created and wears upon themselves, was broken. And Nahida saw them. Yellowish sharp teeth. Her cage didn't let smells, but Nahida knew, that Fake's breath smells of rotten flesh.

Nahida knew, that she was safe. Irmensul will listen only to her.

And Fake will not risk it. They wouldn't want to spend their powers on taking control over Irmensul.

No powers means no illusion. No illusion means no praises, no followers, no throne of Devine.

Nahida looked Fake in the eyes. Unblinking.

Fake let out an almost animalistic roar. They breathe in, turned on their heels and stomped away.

Illusion was on again.

"I am getting impatient, child. Be a good kid, and think again. And I will let you out of the room."

Doors of Sanctuary of Surasthana closed behind Fake.

And Nahida reached out to Irmensul. Through the invisible thread. The last gift of dead Celestial.

'Safe real Creator. Don't let Demon got them.'

Irmensul branches, that were hiding remains of Celestia were still whole.

Perhaps, one day, they will help Real Creator.

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In a three month, The Imposter Hunt will begin.

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Scaramouche will do anything to secure his future position. He and his Fatui subordinates will burn Teyvat, if it means they could find an Imposter.

And, after Nahida's involvement in helping Imposter was discovered, Scaramouche will personally tear Sanctuary of Surasthana apart.

Scaramouche will get the title of an Archon. He will get Dendro Gnosis.

If only he knew, where Previous Archon has disappeared, why he can't reach Irmensul, and where Imposter was hiding?

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Your boat stopped at one of the deserted shores of Fontaine. Nahida tell you, that you can find help here.

The small stone flower, creation of Nahida and one of the Celestia gods, felt heavy in your bag.

It was your link with Irmensul. And with remains of Celestia. With remains of Real Creator's powers.

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yourheart-inmyhands · 16 days

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hiii! I’m currently crying because I really like the Tsaritsa but there’s no content of her! Like anywhere!! I know that you are very busy but please bear with me😅 I’m sorry if I’m bothering you btw 😢

what if Yandere!Tsaritsa has a lover who loves to cause trouble/hates the Fatui. It’s to the point she can’t maintain them, do you think she’ll ask her harbingers for help? Like have the 9th bribe them with money in order to keep them away from going on with their evil villain schemes 😈(just that they’re trapped in the middle of nowhere and don’t have much freedom..) or just have a harbinger check up on the Tsaritsa s’ s/o each once in a while

by the way, I feel like I may come here a lot (I normally do, but I don’t request) so can I be 👛 anon? 🙏🙏 thank you for reading, I know this was trashy (it’s my first time requesting 😭)

Hi i'm sorry it took a bit to get to this, i was worried about not being able to do good enough and wanted to make sure i could do your request justice! if you're still interested in being an anon for my blog i would love to have you :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including delusional behavior, implied being held against ones will, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

While she isn’t against asking the Harbingers to get you under control, she prefers to handle you herself. The Tsaritsa knew what kind of responsibilities she’d be taking on when deciding she wanted you, and thus she tries to avoid relying on them. At first, she tried to mitigate any negative feelings between you and her Harbingers by having you attend meetings with her, Fatui-related events, and other such things, but she has quickly learned it’s better to leave you in your shared bedroom and deal with any attitude when she returns home.

During times when she has to be away from Zapolyarny palace or outside of Snezhnaya and can’t bring you, she’ll task one of her dear Harbingers with your care. It’s usually Pantalone or Capitano, Pierro is generally too busy, Pucinella is too easy on you, and the others have quirks of their own that she doesn’t hold high faith in.

Long, slim fingers brush through the strands of your hair, tucking back any loose pieces and fixing the parting as she mulls over a thought in her mind. The Tsaritsa knows she has only another hour or so with you before she has to set off again, leaving you in the capable hands of her dear Harbinger Capitano. She hasn’t yet broken the news to you, knowing you’ll pitch a fit that is better dealt with by giving you space to lash out. She’d chosen Capitano this time specifically because you’d been extra testy lately, plotting escapes and trying to fight some of the lower-ranked guards posted outside your door. The large man could take quite a beating and she was hoping he’d be up for the challenge of your care. “My sweet Snowball, I’ve neglected to inform you until this point, but I have to leave Snezhnaya for some time. A minor god has appeared in a nearby nation and sparked trouble, Celestia has requested I step in to assist in handling them.” Her fingers pause in your hair for a moment before pulling away, allowing you a moment to process what she has told you.

As much as she hates to do it, she often lies to you about where she’s going or why she has to be out of Snezhnaya. The Tsaritsa knows of your dislike for the Fatui and their motives, but she cannot simply halt her plan because you are heartbroken over it. Thus, she often will tell you false information, playing the part of the darling Archon that Celestia expects of her, but only in front of you.

Really, she rarely leaves Snezhnaya, often traveling to different parts of her nation to handle difficult tasks that the calloused hands of her Harbingers are not capable of. She has on occasion ventured out of the controlled walls of her nation, daring to visit neighboring ones in search of valuable items or materials, but she prefers to stay in Snezhnaya. While she may be powerful and well capable of defending herself, she sleeps easier at night knowing that you are within the same nation as her.

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ladysirenity23 · 2 years

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Cult!Genshin x reader

Sagau pt.1 Khaenri'ah

Warnings: cult behavior, obsessive thoughts, religion, spoilers,

Lumine

One of your very first followers. though the land of Khaenri'ah need not praise any God for they are the ones who nourished the land without such divine, however to her you were different

The Creator, you were the one who placed Lumine in Teyvat to lead Khaenri'ah, she was supposed to stay forever in this world

No, She wasn't mad that you never had shown your divine presence during the Cataclysm, in fact she thinks it was all supposed to happen eventually!now.. she has a reason to take down Celestia and bring you to their side

Til then, her faith in you will not waver, even in her most darkest moments in the abyss she will be awaiting for your presence to shine bright as the false sun of Enkanomiya

Albedo

He was the one tasked to create you a separate vessel(on when you ever decide to roam Teyvat with all by your lonesome)

Though at first, he never did grasp the reason why beings on the lands all over the globe of Teyvat seemed to worship you endlessly

Rhinedottir-his master always would continuously teach him what you were to Teyvat.But she would always end up gushing and forgetting what she was supposed to be teaching him

Questions will be left unanswered and as expected, would make Albedo more curious.He would ask everyone again and again til he would get the perfect answer

Yet no perfect answer was heard, he'd sigh and instead stay here with his master leaving the questions behind his mind for a while as he found himself with some sort of a fondness by the slight feeling of your presence peering over the clouds

He found art that was supposed to depict on what your appearance would be like, he found them amusing tho he himself also can't help but imagine how divinely you would look and feel.Even so, those statues, paintings, and stories don't do you any justice compared to what you have given to the world of Teyvat

With that he needed to show his devotion by making this now sacred vessel, perfect

more so than him--no than any Celestial being the Archons might have made

He shouldn't compare such things below you,and when the time comes

Albedo prays quietly that a deity such as yourself would grace this vessel that he made by possessing it as your own

Kaeya

He heard of you through his time spent in Khaenri'ah, and now in his time he was in Mondstadt

He believes in you, but is more than a tad bit sour that you never appeared and stopped the fall of his former homeland--his faith in you stopped for a while, but he remembered something!He would have never met Diluc and the others if it never happened

Kaeya was now at least less spiteful towards you after the thoughts of the positive things that happened to him after all it was meant to happen and to add to that!

you were literally the only subject that he could discuss with Diluc without either of them starting some sort of fight so with that, he should feel thankful to be at last being able to talk with his adoptive brother in the first time in years

when he felt a familiar divinely presence inside the traveler he felt envious that he wasn't your first choice of a vessel

But the feeling of jealousy soon dispersed when you finally used him to fight everything that you desired to kill

Now however you were having a walk with him, no bloodshed you just lead him to a peaceful morning over the cliff overlooking Mondstadt at its whole

He would have laughed,assuming you always have killing the first thing that comes into your mind every time you decide to use any of your acolytes early in the morning

But he was proved wrong, for this morning.. you were simply walking with him, not a single drop of blood was shed by in his hands, for you just lead him to a peaceful morning breeze on top of a cliff, overlooking Mondstadt at its whole

The city of freedom never looked this beautiful before, and now he selfishly wishes that instead of you being inside him--He wanted you and him,witnessing the region's sight hand-in-hand

Wouldn't it be a more beautiful experience if you were actually present in his side

Aether

When Aether first entered into Teyvat.He wasn't aware there would be a being that was far more greater than Celestia themselves, til his body had been moving by its own

He thought he was going crazy, but Paimon also seemed to have felt your presence since she also talks to you as if you were a separate entity when inside his or another person's body.So he calmed down happy to know he wasn't going insane.

It was uncomfortable at first, but soon found it reassuring after knowing that you were leading him towards his sister to whom he'd lost

the times where you left his body made him a a bit relaxed for a while, but missed you once it took too long for you to come back

After finding out you had a body specifically made for you from Albedo , he felt a bit sad

but at the same time happy that he'd get to finally experience things with you as another being that could finally respond to his short stupid ramblings and comfort him with the warmth of your own arms

Dainsleif

The man who always kept to himself not bothering with anyone unless it's to track information about the infamous abyss order

But he was also the man who protected your perfect vessel safe from the cruel beings out there(he won't admit it, but he holds so much pride on the job given to him)

Even though he held some sort of past grudge towards you, he soon found out that it would solve nothing

So instead to just making you an exception, he silently fell in love with the thought of you showing him first hand what divinities you held

And once his mission is done, he would also like it to be able to finally achieve peace and enjoy the rest of his life with you

But.. he doesn't deserve to be even near your presence Dainslief would say to himself shaking his head of the any of the remaining selfish daydreams

But he can't help but wonder, you know?Not when he finally feels your presence for the first time in forever through the traveler

He was reluctant at first to give your physical body to the traveler, but he did as told when he thought of the things he could do with you

With the thoughts plaguing his mind he instantly gave it, Dainslief's eyes could be seen flashing at you with happiness once he could see the slight twitch of your fingers before waking up

Like the first time a singular perfect Inteyvat bloomed, you finally woke up

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"'New quest!' Enter the creator's physical body as Dainslief instructed you to!"

You didn't really hadn't thought of anything when looking at the sudden popup ,you shrug thinking it was just an extra part of the Archon quest.

After pressing the 'interact' button you felt as if your world was suddenly spinning,

you collapse towards the floor as your phone dropping could be the last thing you heard afterwards

You awake feeling nauseated before your eyes widen open at the sight of the characters of a game you were playing just a moment ago the ivory haired male gave you his hands for you to grab on, his turquoise eyes softening at the hesitation in your own orbs that reflected his

You didn't know if it was shock or fear that immobilised your body, but all you knew at this very moment is that..

"At last.. you have finally arrived oh who is most divine!" almost instantly Dainslief loudly praised at you, while securely grabbing you by your forearm

You weren't in the comfort of your home anymore

Pierro

Even from the cold winter mornings of Snezhnaya,news of the ' o!almighty Creator descending our world'started to spread all over Teyvat like wildfire

Pierro couldn't feel more than delighted to hear the news of your arrival with your own vessel

he knew very well he didn't make your physical body--it was still a product from his fallen homeland

So with pride he held on to his Khaenri'ahan heritage, the only thing he could silently show off to the youngest of the harbingers

Though the Cataclysm gave him a bit of a strain in his faith in you, he came to a conclusion that sacrifices were made and you were here now in the present roaming around the world of Teyvat

Now he just has to await his turn on being a candidate to be your acolyte and when that happens he wouldn't mind killing off anyone that came in front of your way or (if ever) sacrifice himself for your own divinely goals

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peanutbutterandfailure · 8 months

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MoraxXGN!Reader-"Betrothed"

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With quivering steps, you nervously walk across Yiyan Temple with your offering. Your eyes are focused intently on the path in front of you. You tell yourself that it’s so you don’t spill the contents of your offering, but in reality it’s because you’re too afraid to meet the golden gaze of the Prime Adeptus. A gaze that you could feel on you since you took your first step into the temple plaza. From your peripherals, you can see the large Illuminated Beast sitting languidly on the overlook across from the temple entrance. You carefully ascend the steps of the dais and kneel with your offering beside the incense burner. Sitting the pot down, you lean forward in a seated bow as you speak. “Great Warrior God, please accept the offering I present to you as I seek your favor as a suitor.”

“What have you brought me, young one?” The Archons voice rumbles as he leaves the overlook and joins you on the dais. For as mighty as his body is, his footfalls create no sound.

Your eyes quickly scan the offerings that were left by the other suitors. Luxurious fabrics, elegant silks, gold statues, and piles of mora litter the dais. Next to them, your family’s best and largest soup crock looks dull and shabby. Removing the lid of the crock, you fill your voice with false confidence as you explain your offering. “My Lord, I offer you a soup made from the ham of a boar carefully raised by my family, wild game expertly hunted by my father, and bamboo shoots that I harvested myself. All of this has been prepared by myself and simmered for several hours in this crock, which was hand made by my great-grandmother.”

The great being dips his head, and from your bowed position you watch as his snout lowers into view and he sniffs the contents of the crock. Humming in what sounds like approval, he returns to his full height and asks "You are the last suitor to see me?"

"Yes, my Lord." You answer him as you replace the lid on the pot.

"Then I will be sure to enjoy your offering as soon as we're finished." He tells you.

Finished? What more am I to do than present him with my offering and leave? You wonder, your stomach twisting itself into nervous knots. The matchmaker in charge of preparing the suitors didn't mention anything beyond the offering. You didn't know what to do so you continued to sit in silence, bowing before the Archon. Your heart was thundering so loud in your chest you were sure he could hear it.

"Do you fear me, young one? He finally asks you.

"Are we not supposed to fear our Gods?" You ask in return, earning a chuckle from him.

"I would prefer my partner to not fear me." Before his words can register, you feel a large talon under your chin. "Look at me," he says softly, gently lifting your gaze to meet his.

Your entire field of vision is completely obstructed by the large dragon in front of you. Scales the color of earth and eyes the same golden shade of the sun, you don't think you've ever seen anything as magnificent as him. He hums once again, and this time you're sure it's a sound of happiness. Before you even realize what you're doing, your hand is reaching up to touch his face. You freeze the moment you come to your senses, how bold of you to assume that you can touch the Archon, but he shocks you by leaning down and pressing his face into your palm. The energy and power you can feel radiating off of him is incredible, intoxicating. Being this close to him makes you lightheaded and breathless.

Closing your eyes, you bring your other hand up to his face, caressing it as you press your forehead against him. You can't seem to stop yourself from slowly wrapping your arms around his snout. You sit there for Celestia knows how long, in the closest thing you could call an embrace with a dragon. Time has no meaning, the world outside of the temple grounds has no meaning. All you know is the feeling of his scales against your cheek and the heat on your abdomen and thighs as his breath hits them.

Eventually, much to your dismay, he gently pulls away from you. "You should go, young one. Our time must come to an end for now. Besides, I would prefer to enjoy your delicious offering while it is still warm."

Your head spins at the lack of his touch. For a moment, you don't even remember where you are or what you were doing. All thoughts of offerings and ceremonies had left your mind. As you struggled to regain your composure, you bowed once more to him. "Y-yes, my Lord. I hope you enjoy the so- I mean, the offering." You hear him chuckle as you take your leave, the feeling of his golden gaze never leaving you.

A week hadn't even passed when your parents received the news that Morax had chosen you as his partner. Your father attributed the wild game he had hunted to being detrimental to the Archons decision, whereas your mother decided that it was the beautiful grey hanfu she had made for you to wear that swayed his choice. You didn't tell them that you believed that his decision was made during the embrace you shared, when his eyes were closed to your clothes and before he had tasted the soup. The more you thought about the interaction afterwards, the more confident you were in the idea that he had chosen you for his own in that moment.

Time passes by in a blur as your family prepares for your marriage to the Lord of Geo. Betrothal ceremonies and Adepti rituals come and go. Eventually, after what feels like an eternity later, the day of the wedding arrives. You stare at your reflection in the mirror of the vanity as your mother adds the finishing touches to your look. Your red fengguan xiapei is covered in gold embroidery resembling a phoenix, the perfect counterbalance to the dragon you were to wed.

Speaking of Morax, you hadn't seen your betrothed in several weeks. As your mother flitted amongst the helpers, making sure everything was perfect, your mind wandered to him. You wondered what he had been doing since you last saw him, and if he was as nervous as you were right now. Surely Archons get nervous too, you thought. Why wouldn't they if they have all other emotions? Your inner musing about the emotions of Gods was cut short when your mother stepped into view. Smiling at you, she gently cups your face in her hands. "Oh my darling child, you look magnificent." Tears spill from her eyes and roll down her smiling cheeks.

As the helpers slip out of the room to give you privacy, your father steps in, beaming at you. He seems to be at a loss for words, all he can do is walk across the room and pull you and your mother into a warm hug. "We are so proud of you," he says with a quavering voice. You take deep and even breaths as you hold your parents close for possibly the last time. When you had been selected as a potential suitor, the matchmaker had explained to your parents that to wed the Archon meant that you would be taken to his home in Jueyun Karst and they may never see you again. They were assured that they would receive a handsome dowry should you be chosen, but you knew that neither the dowry nor the honor that came from being the betrotheds parents could compare to your happiness.

You pull away from your parents and take their hands in yours, blinking fast to keep the tears at bay. "I'll write every week." You promise, bringing their hands to your lips and kissing them. "I love you both so much."

"And we love you," they reply, pulling you back into a hug.

The ceremony was more extravagant and festive than you were expecting. You had imagined it to be somber with prim and stuffy rituals, much like the Adepti rituals, however it was lively and exciting, with a banquet to celebrate the union between the Archon and his partner. The day was full of firecrackers and dancing, food and drinks, and it wasn't until Moon Carver announced that it was time for the newlyweds to retire for the night that you realized how tired you were. You wanted to go home, to your new home, with your husband and relax.

Morax walked over and knelt down beside you. "Hold on to my neck." He instructed, and you instantly obeyed, wrapping your arms around him. You felt a rush of power and in a flash of golden light, the banquet was gone. You blinked stars from your eyes as the light faded and you found yourself in a luxurious bed chamber beautifully decorated with gilded furniture. You step away from Morax, looking around the room in awe, never have you been in a dwelling that was so beautiful. You couldn't imagine what the rest of your new home would look like.

You felt more than heard Morax move behind you, so you turned to face him. He had taken a few steps back away from you, and before you could ask what he was doing he said "Don't be frightened." Confused, you watch as the same golden light as before emanates from his body. You bring a hand up to shield your eyes until the light starts to dim. When you drop your hand, you let out of gasp of shock. Where a dragon once stood is now a man clothed in a black and white hooded cloak. With golden eyes, long brown hair, and a shirt that was almost too tight, he was easily the most attractive man you've ever seen.

With shaking legs, you walk backwards until you feel a piece of furniture behind you and gently sit down. With raised hands and concern on his face, Morax asks "Are you scared?"

You shake your head. "Shocked would be a more accurate description." You say with a laugh.

He smiles and lowers his hands as he walks over and kneels before you. "Why does this form shock you?" He asks you. "Surely you know that Adepti can alter their appearance."

"I do. I guess I just figured you preferred your Illuminated Beast form over that of a human." You explain.

"I have no preference in form, I just use the Dragon form for public appearances since it's imposing." He laughs and gently takes your hand in his. Feeling skin against yours instead of scales is odd, but you can still feel the intoxicating power that draws you close to him. "Besides, if I were to not use my human form, how else would we consummate our marriage?" he asks as he raises your hand to his lips.

A embarrassed blush climbs up your neck and to your cheeks, causing your whole body to flush in its heat. "I, uh… I didn't really think much about that…" Which was the truth, the most thought you had given it was just assuming your marriage to the dragon would be romantic but asexual.

"Do you not want to?" He asks as he runs his thumb back and forth across your knuckles. "I will wait if you're uncomfortable."

You stare down at your joined hands as you think. You hadn't expected to be intimate with Morax, since you had only known him for his beast form. But now, with his human form kneeling in front of you, you found yourself excited at the idea. "No, I want to." You tell him, your voice firm and sure. Smiling, he stands and pulls you up with him. Your bodies press together as he embraces you.

Holding your body close to his, you feel his chest rumble and his breath tickle your ear as he sighs "It's been so long since I've been able to hold you in my arms."

You chuckle when he says this. "I believe I've been the only one with arms capable of holding until just now, so this is the first time you've ever held me."

"Maybe in this lifetime of yours, yes. But I've held you many, many times before this." He pressed a finger under your chin and lifted so you met his gaze. "Can't you feel it every time we touch? The bond that connects the two of us?" As he speaks, his hand moves to cup your cheek and his eyes travel your face, drinking up every detail.

"I just assumed what I was feeling was your power." You tell him as you stare into his hypnotic eyes. You could tell now that what you felt around Morax was not the power radiating from him, it was a magnetic force drawing the two of you together. You could feel it burning your skin every place your bodies touched.

He shakes his head. "No, it's our bond." His hand slides from your face back to tangle in your hair as he draws closer to you. He stops just shy of your lips so he can ask "May I?"

He hasn't done anything more than embrace you, but you're already breathless with anticipation. "Yes." You breath. His lips press against yours quickly, and he wastes no time nibbling on your bottom lip. You open your mouth to him, your tongues meeting as he deepens the kiss. Your hands slide up his strong arms and across his broad shoulders so you can push the hood of his cloak down. Gently, you run your hands across his soft hair, causing a shiver to run through his body. As your hands continue to explore, his arms tighten around you. Finally he breaks the kiss and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You let your head tip back as you pant, struggling to catch your breath.

You barely have your breathing evened out before he’s walking you backwards towards the bed. You feel the softness of the mattress against the back of your legs seconds before he pushes you down onto it and crawls on top of you. Your breath hitches and speeds up again as he begins to nibble on your neck, sharp teeth against sensitive skin. His hands move swiftly and confidently as he starts removing your clothes with ease and grace. Your own hands roam his body, trying to find where one piece of his outfit ends and the other begins. You cry out in frustration, causing him to pull back, laughing.

“Let me help, young one.” He says as he sensually shows you how easy it is to remove his clothing.

You lay on the bed, completely bared to him. You should feel shy, but you don’t. The look on his face gives you all the confidence in the world. He kneels above you, looking down with a small smile on his lips and the faint glimmer of tears in his eyes. “I’ve missed you so much,” he manages to choke out, causing your heart to swell and shatter.

Sitting up slightly, you grab him gently and pull him down against you. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.” You say. You don’t know the details of your apparent past lives, but it’s evident that each time he loses you, Morax is devastated. His mouth roughly reclaims yours as his hands grip your bare hips. Your bodies tangle together as your passion for each other grows. Hands and lips exploring bare skin and sensitive areas, small moans and gasps leaving both of you.

When he can tell you’re ready for him, he brings his mouth to your ear and growls in a husky voice “I apologize if I’m rough with you, it has been a long time and I’m not sure if I can control myself.”

The next morning when you wake your body is sore, your voice is raspy, and your throat is raw. You're cushioned by the softest pillows and the silkiest sheets as your eyes open and you're once again struck by the beautifully decorated bed chamber, now littered with your clothes. Hanging beside the bed is a golden silk robe and you can see a still steaming cup of tea on the bedside table. Gingerly sitting up, you gratefully drink the tea to ease the scratching in your throat. You sit the cup back down before slowly standing up, being gentle to your poor ravaged body. Wrapping the robe around yourself, you slowly make your way from the bedchamber and into the rest of the house.

Every room you you pass is as immaculately decorated as the last, leaving you in a constant state of awe. You walk past an open door and can see Morax walking through a beautifully landscaped courtyard. You step out onto the small porch and watch your husband until he looks up and notices you. The smile that lites up his face is radiant and pure as he comes to you and gently sweeps you into his arms.

"Good morning, my beloved." He murmurs in your ear as he holds you close. "I trust you slept well?"

"I did, but that's not surprising after everything you put me through last night." You say with a mischievous smile.

He laughs, his shoulders shaking. "I don't believe I heard you complaining." He retorts.

"And you never will." You gently kiss his lips. He hums softly and holds you close to him as he kisses you back. You're so happy you get to spend the rest of your life with your dragon, your Archon, your husband.

Here's some self-indulgent headcannons:

Morax, being the coldblooded dragon he is, is constantly snuggling up to you to keep warm. Doesn't matter what time of year it is, he wants to cuddle you. You're his favorite heat source.

He constantly lets you go to visit your family, and even accompanies you on occasion. Your mother and grandmother are smitten with his human form and are constantly looking for excuses to touch his arms or his chest.

When you're cooking, he tries to help, but he tends to mostly get in the way. You don't get angry with him, because you find it adorable how flustered the mighty Warrior God gets when you constantly have to move him off to the side.

If the two of you decide to become parents (either through adoption or typical/magical conception), he is a nervous wreck the first time he holds your child. They're so small and fragile, and he's terrified he's going to hurt them. But you stand behind him with your hands on his shoulders, reassuring him that he's not only the Groundbreaker Archon, but also a loving and compassionate father.

He likes to take you on walks to all of his favorite places in the region, especially to show you areas where the two of you share history. Those are the places where he stops to hold you close, savoring the feeling of having you in his arms once again.

Once he loses you, he has Seers that constantly scry and read the stars to figure out when you'll be reincarnated. They're not able to tell him exactly who you'll be, but they know when you'll be old enough for him to begin looking for a suitor. Sometimes he has to wait for several rounds of suitors to approach him, but he never takes a partner unless it's you.

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jolynejay · 1 year

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I really do love how the world of Genshin Impact, of Teyvat, is set up to guide the Traveler to godhood and make them a "good" god at that.

Because one thing is for sure Celestia is limiting the world - it is paraded as the highest of high ideals to achieve but all it's appointed Archons are named after demons. As a metatextual reader this creates an immediate discrepancy between the "heavens" imploying "demons" to rule humanity. Furthermore, Venti calls Celestia's waters foul, its fruit bland. A front that looks all nice and shiny but is rotten at its core.

And while somehow the Traveler's Sibling was made part of the world and conversely is under the laws of Teyvat's existence, the Traveler themselves is not. They are an outsider unbound by the rules and affected differently than the inhabitants of this world.

And as they set out to find their Sibling (notably, GUIDED by Paimon whose irl mythological counterpart is also a King of Hell), they traverse the world and meet its Archons. Along the way they learn, consciously or not, what makes a "good life" and how the gods all try to enforce their ideals - their dreams. One after another, the gods, the lands, the world itself imparts their dreams of a good life upon the Traveler.

The kind but apathetic Traveler that from the beginning only ever cared for their lost Sibling, not for the world of Teyvat. The blank slate that continues on without a single dream of their own. This Fallen Star, who has traveled hundreds and thousands of worlds before, learns what it means to live and to care for the future of this world.

And so their journey slowly teaches them:

In Mondstadt, they learn of the importance of Freedom as one of humanity's highest ideals - thus always to tyrants. Deep down we're all meant to be free.

In Liyue, they learn that for society to function properly there needs to be a social contract between the people, the gods, nature itself. Because "even the wind cannot blow on forever." Freedom cannot exist without Order.

In Inazuma, they learn that linging to the past will only serve to make the world stagnant. Order is all well and good but trying to conserve the past will only prolong grief and suffering. Change is inevitable - the only thing to ever be eternal - and dreams the catalyst.

In Sumeru, they learn that history is written, it is malleable. But while it may sometimes is better to erase pieces to lead to a brighter future, you can't erase history to escape responsibility and accountability. To know ourselves and others well is the most difficult and meaningful work to do. Knowledge is a blessing and a burden - and we bear the responsibility to hold ourselves and others accountable for the actions and paths we choose.

And the Traveler's journey continues on, even as they suffer, have to learn how to handle their own emotions, and decide for themselves what they want the future to be. And they continue to learn until the day of their ascendancy...

When their wishes, their dreams, become strong enough to reach the False Heavens and the Starry Abyss.

#genshin impact #aether #lumine #the traveler #venti #zhongli #raiden shogun #raiden ei #nahida #genshin theory #well more like #genshin analysis #tags are hard #probably not a new take in any way but i needed to get it out of my brain #otherwise the brainrot will not let me sleep #hee hoo flowery word vomit from your favorite rando on the internet #jo's theory corner

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ivorysyrniki · 11 months

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chapter one: a chance encounter (venti)

pairing: venti/reader

title: Everything I Know About Love

summary: The Archon War has ended, your contract with the Lord of Geo fulfilled, so where shall you go now? You think going to Mondstadt to have a taste of their specialty, Dandelion Wine, serves as a good farewell to Teyvat now that you have no purpose to be here. All plans seemingly change as this bard clad in green manages to entice you to submit to his whims.

tags: fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut, love confessions

notes: biweekly updates. also posted on ao3. fridays.

parts: chapter one - chapter two

In a clearing in the yellow-green plains of Liyue wanders a lonesome Adeptus. This Adeptus is you, walking away from Liyue Harbor and all its troublesome matters–including your fulfilled contract with the Lord of Geo, the currently seated Geo Archon. The Archon War had already finished its assault on Teyvat a fortnight ago, and the seven divine seats of Celestia taken, forming The Seven.

'How foolish,' you think as you stop your trek, your foot nudging gently at the plants that surrounded the clearing. It is a pleasant clearing to take a break in, for it is–as you put it to the best of your muddled mind to decide what it is–secluded, quiet, isolated, yet brimming with new life from the wounds that it suffered from during a long dreadful war of Gods and creatures from both Teyvat and other parts. It serves as a reminder that perhaps even those hit by the strife of life may continue to live and breathe again. While you believe they can never be themselves again compared to what they were prior to the war, a brand new start may indicate that this life was perhaps even better.

‘Maybe Teyvat would be better off under The Seven’s divine rule,’ you muse, setting down your worn bag on the sharp grass. A long sigh escapes your mouth as you try to focus on your surroundings, but to no avail–your mind is simply too distracted, your body worn from past battles. The fact that it may never truly heal upsets you, with Cloud Retainer’s voice ringing inside your head. The voices that ring in your head are not the tormentors–it was the words.

Another sigh.

Then another.

Until you fall asleep.

You open your eyes after a few hours and slowly realize the deathly silence the world engulfs you in. Stars are beginning to appear on the blanket of the false sky, clouds shielding them from the horrid appearance of Teyvat’s landscape, and the Moon looks as if it is hiding from everything as well, peaking only momentarily from the heavy clouds.

It is going to rain soon.

And it is time to go. You pick up your belongings, organize them in a suspended fashion in the worn bag to not experience any material loss, and set out on your journey once again to Mondstadt, where you can have a taste of their Dandelion Wine, and forget the ailments that plague your mind and body all at once, all based from the suggestion of Ganyu. It is constant torture, how the Archon War fashioned by Celestia themselves injured even the depths of your soul. You are tired. You want to rest and be done with this world, despite your curiosity of life pronounced anew because of the victorious, The Seven.

You walk again, the sun hiding behind Liyue’s proud and tall mountains of old. The wind caresses your face and hair as it moves clouds away from the ransacked Guili plains, and onto the West, where Minlin’s peaking mountains stand, eyeing mortals who dare to gaze upon them. A little disoriented from the nap, you rub your hands, blowing onto them gently. Until something catches the corner of your eye. An untrained eye would have merely dismissed it as some speck of dust that just happened to be too shiny under the lonesome clouds up in the sky.

It makes a noise.

A noise!

You jump back slightly, fully eyeing the ‘speck of dust’ your eyes feed your mind. Kneeling, you hear the sing-song whispers of winds caressing the leaves of trees and the soft twinkling of birdsong. A little hooded figure comes out from the thick leaves of a Liyue plant, shuffling from common sweet flowers that emit a scent so sweet you would think they were truly blessed by The Seven.

You stumble on your backside, feet feeling the pressure of your body; your mind becoming even more disoriented. Surely, you are hallucinating for you are certainly not seeing a wisp. It must just be magical dust. But no, indeed it was a wisp, those who were born from the branches of time, possibly Istaroth’s rumored offspring.

Can wisps talk? You have never encountered one before. Hasn’t the Lord of Geo told you that the neighboring nation of Mondstadt is ruled by a wisp who takes on the form of a bard? What if this was the Anemo Archon himself?

It shows its thoughts about the situation by hiding once again behind the dark green leaves and neighboring sweet flowers.

“Wait, sorry!” you scramble to your feet, startling yourself with the loudness of your voice, before lowering your tone to a less frightened one, “Please come back, I didn’t mean it!”

It peeks, releasing a sweet sound before gliding towards you and pushing you back on your backside. It is a soft landing, so you are not hurt, only releasing a soft sound from your mouth. It nods and stomps slightly on your shoulder as if telling you to stay there. It glides once again before landing on the floor.

It was a blur, your mind barely making out the overwhelming light coming from the ground, the howling wind surprising birds, foxes, boars–running away from the scene. Quiet sounds of a harp ring in your ears pleasantly, almost rocking you to a peaceful slumber. Flakes of translucent geometric shapes appear, and within the blink of an eye–a young boy clad in green and brown appears.

“Terribly sorry for not having the most flamboyant entrance for a beautiful maiden such as yourself!” the young boy smiles at you, almost cheekily, his eyes twinkling and his throat hoarse as if he has not spoken for a long time. “Can you give me another chance, young lady?”

“Eh?!”

“Oh. . . I apologize, fair maiden, for it appears I have startled you to the point of no words!” he pulls something out from behind him, a lyre appearing out from the wind. He strums it, forming a beautiful melody that eases your internal and external wounds, and slows your breath, and if not for his next confirmation, you would have to consider him as some sort of wolf in sheep’s clothing who intends to entice you to follow his every command, whether it brings you danger or not.

“Your eyes do not deceive you, it is I, the Anemo Archon!”

#eikal-venti #everythingiknowaboutloveventi #genshinimpact #genshin imagines #genshin venti #venti #genshin impact #fanfiction #genshin fanfiction #a03 #series #slowburn #eventual smut #venti x reader #reader #self insert #gender neutral #gender neutral mc #venti/reader

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mlekom3 · 25 days

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Some time ago I wrote a silly smth for scaramouche on ao3,but I'll post it here too :

I often ask myself, why did fate decide for me to be born at all? A puppet so human, its creator decided to abandon it, but a human so fake that they can’t deceive the mortal crowd. Marionette of a god twisted by human hands into a picture of the heavens. How cruel must you be to make a fake like me, feel true feelings? I would lay down everything to sob instead of breathing out only hatred and coughing on every word as poison drips in my mind. I bare my teeth because I had to survive this cold world on my own, with no embrace of a warm, beating heart. I wish I could still feel the innocence of a child in my hands, instead of blood and cuts, courtesy of the doctor. I envy children as they are only starting the journey of life, still so gentle, and ever so trusting.

Oh but Celestia, I know your sky is fake. I knew that the stars won’t help me, ever since I wept with my friend’s body in my hands and received only silence in response. I pity those who chase you, for you are more false than I could ever try to be. I admit, there was a time when I craved my creator’s attention, my dear mother. I could do anything for her, let her bend me and use me to her heart's content. I had no thoughts but only those of being welcomed in her domain once more. They were very foolish thoughts, I’m afraid. It does not matter now though, as I am free. I died only to be reborn in the gust of wind. I am my own person now, I am a human to most and a god to the ones that put their faith in me. My name is _______.

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boundinparchment · 2 years

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - I

Celestia has a cruel sense of humor. He's always known this, ever since his days as a student. But a soulmate? Really? Dottore/Female Reader Soulmate AU. Expect lore speculation, interpretations, etc. Available on AO3 as well. Reblogs and comments are appreciated and encouraged!

You didn’t remember when, precisely, the dreams began; you had gone at least twenty summers without them, consigned yourself to darkness.

When the first one occurred, you merely thought they were a product of too much caffeine and not enough sleep, as though your body was protesting exhaustion to the point of delirium. The dream itself only involved a vague figure and the bizarre sensation that perhaps you weren’t quite alone. Until the figure spoke and both of you realized that the space was shared.

The next time the dream occurred, the stranger gave incredibly precise detail regarding the space itself and that they hadn’t been able to recreate the same situation. Frustration laced their words and their hands and arms moved in passionate, animated gestures.

“You speak as if dreams can be monitored or controlled,” you said.

“Under the right circumstances, they can be. It would appear these are anything but natural circumstances.”

You wanted to ask: but wasn’t fate natural?

But something in their tone stopped you and instead you apologized, to which the individual clicked their tongue.

“Don’t waste your energy on apologizing for something that the gods have decided upon. There is little to be done about it.”

Soulmates weren’t an easy concept for everyone, despite the bliss that many so often touted. The stars held fate within their glowing light; for some, that fate included a connection unbreakable by all but death.

You heard so many people on your travels gush about the romantic notion of knowing their partner as well as they knew themselves, their dreams just as much a part of their relationship’s foundation as their waking one. It closed distances that might otherwise never be crossed. And yet it broke apart marriages, families, revealed so much about a person that they either never considered or were never given a choice in. Receiving a soulmate early on in life was the best-case scenario; receiving and finally connecting with one when you already established a life was far, far worse than not having one at all, in your opinion.

Was that their situation, then?

Over the years, the dreams became more of a game, an experiment. The two of you tested the boundaries of the dream itself and interacted with the vague shape of one another. Eventually, details took shape, and you could make out proper height, clothing styles, hair; their face remained a mystery, although occasionally you caught glimpses of a jaw and mouth, with an all-too-charming smile and lips you considered for a second longer than proper.

Sometimes the two of you ventured just past the line, teasing touches that never seemed to do more than sate curiosity and leave your body longing when you woke.

Typically, after defining the dream space and testing limitations, you spent the rest of the dream attempting civility.

He, for he defined himself as such, was never not civil, you noted. Impatient some nights more than others, certainly, but he did his best to try.

You discovered one night, a decade into your bond as the two of you laid in a field of grass with no warmth from the false sun overhead, that he was a scholar of high standing. Although, he clarified, he was not attached to the Akademiya in Sumeru in the same way others might be. It was a distinction you didn’t think many would be proud of but you nevertheless appreciated the candor.

“Something in common, then,” you supplied. “I was plucked early from Fontaine’s music academy and placed into the hands of a rich family to study music theory and composition further than the school would ever take me.”

He reached for your hand and extended your arm in his direction to get a better look. “Piano? Mmm, not with those callouses…strings, certainly…but…”

You found yourself being pulled closer and you rolled onto your side, facing him. Cold fingers found your other hand and you waited, almost amused, at how dedicated he was to figuring this out himself.

“I could just–”

He shushed you and muttered something under his breath that sounded like he was comparing plucking instruments to those that used bows.

“Cello, or at least a larger instrument in the violin family. One hand has a different callous pattern than the other.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise. Most guessed a violin or erhu. “Impressive.”

“Hardly. Between the pattern difference and the mention of Fontaine, it’s obvious that the instrument is likely native to the nation but that the strings are a bit thicker than a violin’s. You have a writer’s bump on your third finger; you compose in addition to playing.”

You took your hands back and looked down at them, cradling your dominant hand and running your finger over that very spot, suddenly conscious of it.

“Fontaine survives off of private patronage for the arts and the sciences; it’s seen as an investment as valuable as business itself,” you said. “Are there reasons for not working within the Akademiya, or other situations when a private sponsorship or patronage would be more useful?”

You brought your gaze back up to look at him, releasing your hand to brush it across the tips of the grass between you both, soft with just a hint of dampness, morning dew that had yet to disappear. Your companion gave a thoughtful hum, considering your words.

“They’re so…limiting,” he elaborated, gesturing with a hand vaguely before blocking the sun and turning his head towards you. “Obtaining a degree nowadays may as well be one’s only life goal; some spend decades traveling with their studies and graduate well into their thirties, if they graduate at all. Final theses are rejected on a regular basis, keeping students back longer than necessary. And nevermind the fact that mechanical lifeforms cannot be researched without risk of expulsion. I never did understand that one…”

It was the most you’d ever heard him speak of himself in a long time. Some days he was content to ramble on whatever caught his fancy for most of your time together and you were happy to listen, even if you didn’t understand. Other times, he was…almost spacey, as though he’d walked into a room and couldn’t remember why he stepped inside.

For the first time in years, you finally caught a glimpse of his eyes.

You’d seen garnets on the hands of your patrons in Fontaine but they paled in comparison to the striking depth of his gaze.

“For those who are not fond of confinement, private patronage of research is far more beneficial,” he continued, his tone far less impassioned, a wall rising between you instantly. “Both for the researcher and the nation, if their work is capable of scaling properly.”

His visage became cloudy again, leaving you with only the lower half of his face and the vague hint at pale turquoise hair.

When you woke, your head felt heavy and your eyes burned, as if you spent the night composing in the dark. The sunlight was warm, throwing itself across the ceiling of your rented room and beckoning you outside. Sumeru was never without sunlight, it seemed, just as the people in Sumeru City were never without their Akasha. Yours was pushed into your hands upon arrival in Sumeru City, laid upon the nightstand, turned off; it rested next to your Geo Vision, bright and vibrant.

You could still feel hands that weren’t yours, moving your fingers and running across your skin.

How could you be so tired and yet so awake?

As you dressed, you realized that despite the warm color of your soulmate’s eyes, they were so cold, colder perhaps than his touch. Was it just the topic of conversation? Your presence, nay, invasion perhaps?

And yet…almost familiar, in the same way that a stranger’s shape might be from a distance.

A beat on the door of your room startled you out of your thoughts. Your orchestra’s tour manager, the first to rise and the last to sleep, making their rounds to get everyone downstairs to eat. The very air in your room seemed to have the same idea, the scent of rich coffee wafting from the inn’s kitchen.

You tried to shake off the dream as you gathered your things and made your way downstairs with the rest of your colleagues. There were too many details to plan for later that evening for your focus to be anywhere else but grounded in reality.

After all, it wasn’t every night that your orchestra, Fontaine’s best, played for the Akademiya Sages.

#il dottore #dottore #dottore x reader #dottore/reader #il dottore x reader #il dottore/reader #genshin impact reader insert #genshin impact fanfiction #reader will have a title again probably

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Neuvillette doesn't know his own name. Or rather, he doesn't quite remember his own name.

He knows it. He's sure of that. But it, like all the other memories of his previous life, have been locked away. Stolen, diluted, and muddled in the centuries between his death and his birth. Placed inside the gnosis, that damned symbol of the usurpers, and held just out of his reach. Close enough for him to feel the ghosts of his unclaimed authority emanating from its surface. Close enough for him to see watercolor memories behind his eyes and hear faint whispers of his name in the back of his mind. But not close enough for him to make out the words; not clear enough to show him who he was then.

All he's had, all that was allowed to remain with him, is his intended purpose. A purpose he would not be able to complete - a goal he would not be able to achieve - with just half of his authority. Half of his memories.

Celestia mocks him. He who ruled this world alongside his kin before the Primordial One came. He whose authority over life itself should have been enough to dissuade an usurper from attempting to take his throne. Killed by a puppet of the false gods, robbed of his authority. Robbed of his original form. Of his name. Forced to bear a new one; a new form, a new name. A shadow of what he once was - who he once was. Made to stand alongside an Archon, feel the power that was his by birthright so closely yet too far in the distance for him to reclaim.

500 years has tempered him; wrangled (never tamed) that deep seated wrath within him. Duty and patience have allowed him to regain his senses. The slow drawling of time has turned that rumbling rage into simmering anger. His hate for humans, creatures that thrive in the light, has turned to curiosity, care, and something...deeper. An abject fondness he never expected to feel. A newfound appreciation of their endeavors. An...acceptance of the name and roles which they gave him.

And yet he cannot help that gaping, gnawing desire to know - to remember. Never as intense as it once was, but always so slightly present in the back of his mind. The need to destroy that false throne, reclaim what is his. Remember. Hold it close. Never lose it again.

#toast talks #genshin impacted #this was literally triggered by me thinking about Neuvillette remembering his name once his true Sovereignty was restored #I know he says you can refer to him by his surname for the sake of imparitality. I KNOW.#But I kept thinking on it and yeah maybe this is just how a plot line I'm working on is going but. Idk where I was going with that actually #Anyways Neuvillette remembering his first name - his *proper* name - and you being the first person he tells #after he regains his full sovereignty. That's the idea that fuelled this 🤷🏾‍♀️#this is not a theory idc about theory crafting I'm just in love with him and can't shut up about him BYE #genshin impact #genshin neuvillette #neuvillette #neuvilette

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windcarvedlyre · 1 month

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After almost 100%ing Enankomiya recently, does anyone else feel like the Sunchildren have parallels with the Seven?

A corrupt but worshipped political core (Celestia and the Heavenly Principles/the Dainichi Mikoshi and the nobles behind it), ruling a realm with an artificial substitute for the true sky and controlling fundamental aspects of the place (the day/night cycle for Enankomiya). Using the Sunchildren/Seven as sacred figureheads, making them commit tyrannical acts against their people and serve as scapegoats. Giving them objects signifying their power that simultaneously symbolise their subservience: a 'bridle' for the sunchildren, chess-piece-shaped gnoses for the archons.

The Sunchildren were executed at a certain age to prevent them from maturing and learning their true role. The Seven are more self-aware but Nahida didn't know the sky was fake, erosion* gives them all expiry dates that could limit their accumulation of knowledge and power, and most of the original Seven conveniently died 500 years ago. Right after seeing the false sky break and being forced to be complicit in genocide. The archon war could have been a way to have gods killed before they became too problematic (and thin their numbers to be more manageable) as well.

The Sunchildren were still children. They were lonely. Enankomiya's people considered them willfully ignorant but they had no real agency.

One of the sunchildren sang beautifully and played the lyre. Another sculpted with clay. Another spent an early portion of his life very ill but recovered from this and gained knowledge in medicine. I can't find parallels to archons in the rest- one was into boating and you could link that to hydro or Inazuma, but that's a stretch- but the lyre one especially sent me.

Am I insane? Am I reading into this too much?

*I've read that in chinese erosion is attributed to the Heavenly Principles. Apparently the english lore has translated references to them in vague ways that obscure lore multiple times.

#genshin impact #genshin #.txt #i bet there's some detailed analysis of this on youtube/reddit already #but i wanted to get my thoughts down #genshin lore

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thespianinthebackcorner · 4 months

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thinking about how everything Khemia-related is circular- their glyphs in particular. Thinking about how Khemia is the power of life and creating life and how circles are a natural shape. Thinking about how the Unknown God's power is comprised of squares and squares aren't natural very often. Thinking about that it was her power that destroyed Khaenri'ah. Thinking about how Khaenri'ah was based on life and their power is made of circles and when they were destroyed the power that killed them was made of cubes. Thinking about how Khaenri'ah's story is all antithesis and opposition- gods and humans, immortality and mortality, creation and destruction, natural and unnatural, heaven and abyss. Thinking about how Khaenri'ah's story is about proving that what we assume is bad isn't always that bad and maybe it's the "holy" things that are worse. Thinking about how Khaenri'ah's alchemy tried to harness the power of Teyvat's innate nature to help them, and the rebelling power that destroyed them was unnatural and from beyond. Thinking about how Khaenri'ah's goal seemed to be to figure out Teyvat's origins and what is "natural" to Teyvat as apposed to Celestia's artificial changes. Thinking about how Rhinedottir, a Khaenri'ahn, created "synthetic" life with a power natural to Teyvat but maybe it's not synthetic life at all, she just guided the power and maybe being uncontrolled by the gods makes Albedo and his brothers more natural than anything else. Thinking about how his Vision might be a way for Celestia to attempt to control Albedo for their own gains but he uses it so little it's not even working. Thinking about how the natural order of things is ingrained in the Dragon Sovereign's way of thinking and how the game is slowly pushing us to ally with them and go against Celestia, maybe the real story is about nature and how to differentiate between a false nature, an artificial garden of paradise, and true nature, a chaos that cannot be controlled and will create life as it sees fit with no regard for the world around it.

Thinking about Khaenri'ah, creation and destruction. Thinking about maybe the "order" that Celestia enforces is maybe not order at all, just repression of nature's true order

#genshin impact #genshin #khaenri'ah #Celestia Genshin

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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RANDOM MOTHMAN FLUFF IDEA

Imagine a light god reader that shines in the dark and creates light, they’re also the creator of fireflies and just create them to scatter around, shining in the dark of the night. Because FL is basically moth-like and moths really like following lights, one day he comes across a bunch of fireflies reader left on their trail for fun and FL follows the fireflies only to see the reader just playing with light with fireflies around them. FL just watches in fascination because of the light IDK WHY I THOUGHT OF THIS BUT IT SOUNDED LIKE A WHOLESOME IDEA IN MY HEAD

*EATS THIS* anon you are a GENIUS I LOVE THIS :DDD

you're a minor god, nothing as powerful as Morax or Greater Lord Rukkhadevata, so you're much more free to do whatever you'd like with your days. but all deities, great and small, obey Celestia's command: Do not engage with Abyssal creatures. they said it was for your safety, that the Abyss and anything that happened to slip from its grasp was dangerous, and you simply shrugged and went on your way- the Abyss wouldn't chase a god as unimportant as you, the only rewards they'd get would be fireflies and little twinkles of light. nothing useful at all

your favorite time of day is night, when there's no one in the endless fields and you're free to twirl around the fireflies who follow you everywhere- why wouldn't they? you're their creator, after all, giving life to them so they could in turn give hope to despairing mortals, and as you dance they float alongside you, small speckles of light bursting at your feet. the grass crunches a few meters away from you and you halt in your tracks, turning quickly to see who or what is attempting to sneak up on you. your fireflies helpfully glow brighter, and their light lands on a pair of crimson horns sticking out of the grass, trying and failing to hide

guiltily, Foul Legacy stands and reveals himself, claws unfurled to show that he's weaponless. he knows he's a fool- all gods despise the Abyss- but he couldn't help but follow when he saw the soft, warm aura you emitted. he can see by the wary look in your eyes that you recognize him as part of the Abyss, but his gaze wanders from you to the light in your palm and he brightens, instinctively letting out a small trill. you blink, tense form relaxing slightly as curiosity seeps through, allowing you to step forward. Foul Legacy could only watch you approach, until you were only a spear's length away, and slowly you opened your fingers to reveal a small sparkle of light drifting in your hand

Foul Legacy gasps, chirping in awe. the Abyss holds no light, apart from false stars, and he chitters in surprise when you allow the light to rest in his claws. it makes you smile, seeing this apparently dangerous Abyssal monster stare in amazement at the simple twinkles that you create. your fireflies, sensing your eased mood, begin to settle wherever they can- in your hair, on your shoulders- a few brave ones even perch themselves in the lavender fluff on Foul Legacy's shoulders, and he yelps when he sees both the fireflies and you, sitting beside him. you laugh kindly at his reaction, and more fireflies begin to nestle in his hair and cape

"See? Now we both shine!"

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About Nahida's information on the Abyss Sibling... Fandango theorizes again!

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR 3.2 ARCHON QUEST'S LORE UTC!!!

A/N: I know I'm taking a break from writing, but I reallyyyy wanted to write this out for you guys!

A quick recount of what Nahida shared with the traveler at the end of the Sumeru archon quest:

The heavenly principals are the Unknown God.

Heavenly principals have been quiet ever since the Khaenri'ah disaster 500 years ago.

Irminsul (Teyvat's world tree) recorded information on the abyss sibling, leading Nahida to think that they are of Teyvat, as Irminsul only records information on beings of Teyvat.

The abyss sibling suddenly appeared in Khaenri'ah, and then they explored the 7 nations of Teyvat.

However, just before their adventure ended, Irminsul's records became "fuzzy".

Someone/something is deliberately hiding the abyss sibling's fate.

Descenders, a term coined by the Fatui, are external beings that do not belong to Teyvat.

The abyss sibling is not classified as a Descender, but the traveler is classified as Teyvat's 4th Descender.

Nahida thinks the 1st Descender is the Heavenly Principals, but the 2nd and 3rd are currently unknown.

How I think this connects to us, the players.

The traveler is probably recognized as a Descender because of us. We of course, are not from Teyvat. Since the abyss sibling has information recorded in Irminsul, and is not classified as a Descender, this probably means that they are originally from Teyvat. And, since twins are born at the same place at about the same time, it is reasonable to assume that both the siblings are from Teyvat. However, this may or may not be true, as the traveler remembers traveling many worlds with their sibling. Although, these memories could be false. Anyways, the traveler has a different classification from their sibling, which probably links to us, the players. We were there since the moment they began their journey, exploring Teyvat in their body. We are probably the reason for their classification as a Descender, because if you really think about it, we've never truly left their body. All cannon interactions with NPCs and any kind of quest are done through the Traveler's body. So, it would make sense that as we are perceived as the traveler, the traveler is also perceived as us. This also makes sense because we choose the name of the traveler. So, the Fatui are not labeling the traveler as the Descender, but instead they are labeling us, the real outsiders, as the 4th Descender.

My thoughts on why we met both siblings in the very beginning of the game

Now, mentioned in the top section, Nahida said that someone was "deliberately hiding" the abyss sibling's fate. I think that this person, or this thing is the Heavenly Principals. In the opening scene of Genshin Impact, Aether and Lumine are attempting to leave Teyvat, most likely because they found out the "truth" of the world. By which I mean, the "truth" behind Celestia. Since the Heavenly Principals are labeled as the 1st Descender, and since they are related to Celestia, I think that Celestia was actually not from Teyvat to begin with at all. This would explain why the archons seem to dislike or even hate Celestia. Celestia must've came from another world, and decided to take over Teyvat, quite literally. As of now, they are considered the highest authority in Teyvat, above even the archons. It is still not known who was in power before Celestia, but it would make sense that the highest authority before Celestia would be the Primordial One, the literal creator of life on Teyvat. (You can read more on the Primordial One in the Byakuyakoku Collection book in game) Anyways, as the twins were stopped by the Heavenly Principals, and for some reason, we were there to "save" a twin of our choice. I think they were trying to leave Teyvat to either look for help outside of Teyvat, or to attract the attention of us players. After choosing a twin, the abyss sibling adventures throughout the 7 nations, all our twin is deep asleep. Before the abyss sibling's adventure is complete, their records in Irminsul are blurred out. My guess is that near the end of their journey, the abyss sibling found information about Celestia, information that either proves that they are the enemy, or information on how to ultimately defeat them.

Now, I'm just left with one burning question...

Who the heck is Paimon, and how does she connect to this???

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