#deiscension . sqx

[dnangelic]

The call comes a little past 10 PM. "Daisuke?" A little laugh, more of a hiccup than anything else. She sniffs. "Haha, I know I usually don't try talking this late. Guess I just wanted to shake it up a bit!" And it's true. She's formed a habit of sending good night texts, complete with a string of emojis, by 8 PM on the dot. But neither that or any warning text leading up to the sudden call had come through that night. There's a sharp intake of breath. "My aunt and uncle are out tonight, and I don't think my brother's coming home 'cause- actually, never mind. It's just- it's just-" Another sniffle, and her voice drops down as if she's not sure she wants to be heard. "It's awful quiet. And I don't..." she trails off. After a few moments of silence, she gasps, "Oh no, did I wake you up!? I'll never forgive myself if I interrupted your beauty sleep!"

@deiscension

the call comes a little past 10 PM --- past curfew , post-heist . the electric rush of adrenaline has already worn off ; the blood , sweat , and tears of it rinsed away by a warm bath ... leaving the niwa worn out in his bed . eyes that had slowly drawn themselves shut now open in a disturbed-sleep squint --- at first he thinks it must be risa or takeshi ringing ; didn't his friends often call him , loud , wide awake and full of eager enthusiasm even at midnight to ask if he had seen dark on tv again ? the evening hours and all of its attentions would always belong to the great phantom thief ; daisuke likewise left to produce all sorts of pitiful excuse and apology to anyone trying to reach him , but it's different this time .

it's the first time shi qingxuan had ever called him like this . daisuke has likewise been barely granted the span of enough seconds to mumble out a messy 'hello...?' as she follows the cue of the line's otherwise answered , lingering silence . there's something strange too in the other's voice that immediately pricks at the boy a little ; snaps him awake just as quickly as it did in the face of soaring goodmorning knives and electric needles . although she carries herself well , choice and sound of her words playful and lilting as ever at least in the start , it's still not the same . parts of it lacked ; other parts , the static of her every sniff , her punctured laugh --- he can't be sure , and another part of him doesn't want to think it's true , but ...

' shi qingxuan ... are you okay ? '

in an instant , he begins to worry . his hand presses against the receiving mic of his phone ; covers up his small grunt and sore , stinging hiss as he snaps himself into a seat upwards , alongside any possible dissuasion from shi qingxuan herself : if she was going to fret and tell him that she was just fine , then he wasn't going to hear it . surprises were always like this ; demanding as much immediate action as they did spontaneous improvisation , and he doesn't hesitate to start putting a fresh pair of socks on . was it too presumptuous ? was he being impulsive ? despite the dizzy buzz and renewed rush , he can still fill in every blank .

lacrimosa : ( i don't want to be all alone . )

' can --- can i visit you ?! ' he hops in place as he holds his phone up to his ear by a shoulder . what cotton pajamas he had just started to warm and get comfortable in are traded out for better outer-wear in as little as the blink of an eye . ' i mean , no , what i meant to say is , i'm already on my way --- ' would she try to stop him ? if she was the only one there , then she was the only one that could . but he hopes that she wouldn't . ' you didn't wake me up , i promise ! i was just --- o-on a walk outside ! i'm halfway to you already , ' not quite , only just now opening the window of his room and leaping right out of it before breaking into a sprint down the road , but if he hurried he could make it there in record time .

all for a friend . ( i don't only want to hear you cry . )

' i'll be right there , okay ? ' it doesn't strike him that she could possibly hear his panting ; his frantic , aching hurry . after all , despite it , his voice is still bright and kind --- the smile on his face , even unseen , still tries to reassure . ' it's alright . i promise ! even if you had woken me up , i'd be happy to talk with you . ' he laughs too , because there's nothing else to do , even as he's running himself out of breath again . ' but --- shi qingxuan , you'll ... you'll let me in , right ? ' don't fret over presentation . please , just wait for me . please , be willing to open the door . he wouldn't have intruded otherwise , even if he could have ; picked every lock , flung open every gate . even after making it all this way , if she earnestly refused him ---

' if ... it's lonely , then i want to be beside you . i want to talk to you face to face . '

... that was all .

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱ #deiscension #CANON. #🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ HAULING ASS #SQX STOP UR LONELY TEARS U R EVERYTHIGN U R BEAUTIFUL N WONDERFUL N u r dai's friend #therefore its bare minimum he goes flying out th window smackin pavement to fling himself #at ur porch window like a looney toon bit almost #sqx: sniffles #dai (catapulting himself facefirst pressin his face against th glass of the nearest window) SQX!!!!! SQX!!!!! ARE U OK!!!!????

[riwrite]

from @deiscension. Moss on a rock here to loop her arm through her best friend's and start chattering away as if it's her ordained right to yap his ear off. She'll even take it upon herself to brush some dirt (more likely imagined than not) from his shoulder before taking her fan out to keep the humidity at bay with broad, languid sweeps.

with his plain lack of reaction, it might as well be nothing happening at all, nevermind his peace and quiet being shattered by one wind master latching herself onto his arm like a leech and immediately beginning to babble on about something or other some other god did. he isn't listening ( though, truthfully, he doesn't need to. it had been an incident he'd witnessed himself through the eyes of one of the clones he has disguised as a middle official to keep tabs on happenings outside of his own purview as earth master ), but her tone is free of the judgement most others would slip into their speech about it — she even has defense for the man in question, and for a moment, he xuan thinks of how corrupt heaven is for the one most likely to stand up against unfair treatment being one who doesn't belong there.

it's a thought he's had many times, now, so it's as easy to brush away as the dust he's uncertain was ever on his shoulder. he allows her touch, the gentle brush of her fingers against his dark robes, the press of her elbow against his as she lets herself be led wherever he's going, and he allows her chatter, the bright voice by his ear switching topics to suggestions for ways they can spend the time ahead of them together. they are inseparable, two bodies walking as one, and he allows this. the pleasant breeze from her fan is angled just right to make their hair flutter in tandem.

he will tear this moss off his body and drown it one day if he must. underneath his skin of stone is a deep, dark ocean of roiling, stormy waves, anyhow. it is suffocating, and cold, and suitable only for dead things like himself. it's no place that moss can grow, and that, he tells himself, is for the better.

#hx......buddy.......u are. so fucked up #i think so much abt how he didnt have to let sqx get close. but he did. bc hes lonely and starving #and he has nowhere else to put the love he wants to still only belong to his late family AUgHHH #and also all ur tags on the moss post btw. made me insane. sqx...................... #these guys make me UNWELL !! #deiscension #‧ in. → 「 he xuan. 」

[deathfavor]

@deiscension said: This should have been an easy mission. An overachieving cultivator had gotten his hands on a stray spiritual device in the shape of a locket. As soon as he had clasped it around his neck, it had nearly choked all his qi and very life from him. Show up, scold him a little under the guise of being an official from a neighboring sect, confiscate. Down and back with enough time to spare for a nice dinner and a few rounds of wine (their treat of course, which was obviously why they'd dragged their best friend into it)! Except-- it hadn't been a spiritual device. It had been a possessed charm. As soon as the hapless cultivator touched it, he ceased to exist. They'd never seen anything quite like this before; a puppeteered corpse gnashing its teeth at anything close enough to bite, practically ripping itself apart just to get to something with a stronger, healthier source of spiritual energy. Too many mortals had tried their luck already. The moment anyone made physical contact with the body, their meridians bled like opened veins.

Shi Qingxuan had been so sure the blast from Ming Yi had knocked the thing senseless. While cooing about how dependable their best friend was, they'd reached down to undo the locket. He'd warned them to wait a moment. Of course they hadn't listened. They should have just broken the chain. They should have kept their eyes on the body. They should have taken caution for once. Instead, they'd cried, "Ming-xiong, you really are too rough!" as soon as his hand had closed around their arm and yanked. But they hadn't. And now he was sprawled against the shack wall, pulsing rends in his neck where that horrible thing's fingernails had raked into his flesh.

Only now do they take proper precaution and summon a whirling gale to keep the possessed corpse suctioned to the floor. Locket in hand, they rush to his side. Their stomach twists. Ashen discoloration spreads from his wounds. They've only ever seen this color on ghosts.

The memory of a voice dripping in perverse hunger leers in their ear. Your closest friends will die because of you.

Their form switches back in an instant, fan clattering to the ground at the Earth Master's as Shi Qingxuan drops to their knees in front of him. They're the Wind Master now! There's not a single person or force in the world that would dare touch them or theirs. That wretched thing went silent centuries ago. Besides, Reverends couldn't bring harm to gods. Unless every event in their life leading to this moment had been carefully woven into their fate as soon as they'd taken heed of that damned curse. What a silly idea. So silly they can't help but laugh- a strangled noise that's more of a whine than anything else.

Heartbeat pounding against their skull, Shi Qingxuan gingerly presses the back of their hand to his forehead. Residual qi deviation rips through their veins like a knife through delicate silk. They swallow down the urge to vomit and focus on buffeting his deviated energy against theirs. The wounds are already closing. But he's still so pale. So still. So... dead.

"Ming Yi?" Their voice hasn't been this small in a long, long time. They try not to think about how similar this abode is to that forgotten little house at the foot of a mountain somewhere far away. "Look at me. Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's my fault- scold me all you want, a-alright?"

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Black Water Submerging Ships could crush this pest with no problem. He could devour it, obliterate it, there were a million and one things he could do. But Ming Yi is not a fighter and Ming Yi is ALIVE rather than DEAD. So He Xuan needs to play the part, he shields Shi Qingxuan the moment he sees that they are not listening to his advice. Too playful and careless. It is a good thing that He Xuan did so too, because pain flares in his throat as fingernails dig into flesh and rip.

He slumps against the shack, and he can feel the disguise he dons start to fracture in the way of the unexpected pain. Anger gnashes in his chest, like the ocean trying to be captured by a dam. It slams against his ribcage and adds to the spasms in his throat alongside the pulsing wounds. He's forgotten to breath. But in the grand scheme, such a small thing is likely to go unnoticed. He a least recalls to keep some of the body heat going, so he does not appear as cold as he really is.

He feels their touch against him as he sits, black veil of hair heavy around them. Checking he's alive. Which is hilarious, He Xuan can't help but to bitterly think while is eyes stay closed. ( For the best, or he fears the ocean's rage would reflect in his gaze. ) He hasn't been alive for a very long time now, and he hasn't been without pain for even longer. All his power as a Ghost King and he suffers still, and he had suffered long before he choked out his final breath on a rainy, muddy street, bleeding out from his wounds.

But then they try to help and it burns. Even as flesh knits back together and starts to turn back to a normal flesh color rather than the corpse-like color, the aid only makes him sick to his stomach. It's not the same as simply transferring spiritual energy. It's so much more than that and it takes everything to keep himself under control when everything makes feel like he's straining against chains.

Shi Qingxuan calls his name and his eyelashes finally flutter, opening so a slit of golden eyes could be observed. He doesn't want to look at them. He wants to destroy that insolent, mindless spirit, and then slink away into the ocean. He wants to go back to his mansion or into the welcoming depths of his ocean. Maybe he'd play with his dragons but he'd prefer to sleep a few days in the heavy waters that offer silence and peace. He won't get that though. Shi Qingxuan is going to fret, which means Ming Yi can't go off like he usually does.

He Xuan forces his eyes to lift to look towards Shi Qingxuan.

" I told you to be careful. " He scolds, but it's weak and quiet, lacking his stern strength. A hand lifts, gently pushing away their hand from his head. ( Gently? Or weakly? Only he knew. ) " Go deal with the corpse and locket first. I'll be fine. Those two things should be your priority. " It's a quick reminder, his gaze shifting to the trapped corpse and then towards the locket with a pointed expression. His hand nudges them again, urging them back to get to work. " Once you're done with that, then you can come help. I won't accept any more till you do. " He adds. Maybe the idea that the sooner they did that meant the sooner they could help Ming Yi would be motive enough. "

The rage still snarls like a provoked animal and it clouds his thoughts. He is tired. He waits until Shi Qingxuan is focused on the other tasks before he lets himself sink into it. He's maintained the disguise long enough that it can be maintained in his sleep. At least a quick nap should held settle the rage beating in his chest like a war drum.

When Shi Qingxuan looks over, they'll find he's slid to his side, slumped on the ground with closed eyes. But he's breathing, and the wounds are little other than fading marks. He is, however, unusually cool to the touch and his complexion remains pale overall. Healthier than before, but certainly not great.

#deiscension #poor sqx !! #the FEAR that must spark in their chest at this #hx trying to get them to focus on task missions #bc tbh thats always how he is #'task/goal first and then anything else' #nevermind how bad he's hurt #no more helping till you do what they came for #nap time to help for him #᛭ — [IC] cruel and cold like the black waters [HE XUAN] #᛭ — [VERSE: MING YI ERA] playing with a flawless disguise [HE XUAN]

[horrcpedia]

one  hand  sit  at  your  side ,  while  the  other  clings  tightly  onto  the  coffee  cup  you  have  in  your  grasp .  Shoulders  slouched  as  your  gaze  is  forced  to  stay  forwards .  You  hate  the  feeling  of  somebody  behind  you  ,  not  to  mention  touching  and  fussing  at  your  hair  which  sits  in  lazy  tangles  drapped  across  your  shoulders ,  it  was  early .  You  were  tired ,  having  not  yet  dedicated  the  time  needed  to  throw  your  hair  into  a  lazy  ponytail .  But  She's  there  ,  behind  you  and  in  some  primal  response  you  attempt  to  jerk  away  from  her  touch  which  leads  to  her  statement  ❛  i’m  trying  to  fix  your  hair ,  so  hold  still .  ❜  @deiscension  ( sqx )    and  even  with  the  reassurance  you're  still  not  entirely  at  ease  as she  fumbles  with  your  curls .

" you  have  to  warn  me  before  doing  something  like  that  !  I  have  made  it  clear  to  Vertin  and  many  others  inside  this  suitcase  that  i  don't  apprecaite  attacks  from  the  back  ..  though  this  is  a  surprise  turn  of  events  .   have  you  been  wanting  to  do  my  hair  for  a  while  ?  sure  waisted  no  time  at  the  chance  to  . "

#ic. #ask. #deiscension #deiscension . sqx

[futurefind]

sqx handing this over with big sparkly eyes and barely contained 'is this budding fun new friendship!' energy ♡

Bingo Time, Baby!! // @deiscension

Sasume quickly avoids her gaze, feeling a blush creep up underneath her close. She can't bear to look at the... what, excitement? Hope? On the other's face.

Honestly— what the hell? What about her being good for them?

"...Can the puppy eyes," she huffs, as if she's not resisting the urge to pat Shi Qingxuan on the head over it. Besides, she scowls— "You should be worried less about if you can be my friend and if I can be yours. Mercs aren't exactly keen on much that doesn't get them coin."

And then, before she's offered more gifts— "And no, paying me to be your watch dog wouldn't do it, either."

#deiscension #deiscension: sqx #prompt responses // #v: crack #ic // sasume #:')))) bc. epitome of tsun behavior yk #worried shes bad for sqx/that shell get harm thrown her way And concerned sqx tries to friendship the wrong way #(sa will however nonetheless make sure sqxs safe and keep her company etc :'))) )

[deiscension]

▐ 「 DEISCENSION. 」 —  semi-selective / sporadically active / mutuals-only

featuring shi qingxuan from tian guan ci fu. written by lain (they/them, 21+). pfp by shishileo (x) ; header by meru90 (x). currently on semi-hiatus!

﹄ her personality was like the wind; fair and free, going wherever it pleases. 

a study on how living in eternal sunshine blinds you to the shadows; on the wonders of a world too big for your hands to hold; on a life that will never be worth the prices paid; on how to fall without grace and find a way to stand again.

personals do not interact! carrd linked above.

you do not have to be familiar with either tgcf or genpact to interact. i have various verses available and will happily discuss how to best interact if you’re unsure!

and then there’s the usual: i won’t tolerate ooc bigotry of any kind. if your blog promotes ped0philia, nonc0n, hom0phobia, and/or transph0bia, it’s an insta-block. there’s a difference between having fiction which contains these topics vs using them for a shock factor; what i look for is the understanding that your fictional scenarios are someone else’s nonfictional experiences. 

this blog is semi canon-divergent in some aspects. none of my muses are cishet. please be respectful of this, especially in regards to shi qingxuan as their gender nonconformity is extremely important to their characterization. while sexuality and shipping are not the goal of this blog, i appreciate and expect respect for this regardless.

fair warning for possibly triggering content: each of the featured muses are heavily associated with death, isolation, mourning, and war. xie lian in particular has a deep and messy history with war, disease, isolation, imprisonment, child death, extreme violence, suicide attempts/ideation, psychological and physical torment, and layered trauma. shi qingxuan’s gender identity and her struggle with being taken seriously is something that’s bound to come up, as i’m not keen on shying away from that aspect of her characterization. i will give a head’s up if any of this is going to become relevant to the thread, but please be aware these themes are present and very much at play. 

﹄ muses. shi qingxuan is the main muse. xie lian and zhongli are request-only. 

﹄ shi qingxuan. lady wind master / the young lord who pours wine. ( VERSES )

genderfluid, transfemme (she/they/he) | ~400, give or take | bisexual | boundless and free

lord wind master is boundlessly talented, lord wind master is funny and carefree, lord wind master is kind and righteous, lord wind master is aged sweet sixteen. truer words have certainly never been spoken of a god such as shi qingxuan before (with the exception of being aged sweet sixteen-- but that’s about capturing the spirit of things, of course)! a kind, generous, and righteous soul, shi qingxuan is known to many and beloved by all. or something like that. maybe not exactly like that. her peers flock to her in times of fair weather, but it can’t be said they would be so quick to stick by her side. but that’s alright; she has a sensible older brother, an unflappable best friend, and all the luck in the world to keep her from going astray. that’s not to say she doesn’t try to handle her own affairs. she makes every effort possible to earn the awe and worship placed at her feet by her worshippers. it’s just, well... lady wind master has a long way to go with truly understanding what it means to have a fate as wondrous as hers.

*note: i default to writing sqx before the black water arc as well as with using she/her. if you’d like to interact with her as she is during and after black water arc, just let me know!

﹄ xie lian. the god pleasing crown-prince / laughingstock of the three realms

transmasc | 800+ | homosexual | thrice-ascended, twice-cursed

a down-to-earth, good-humored young man who collects scraps and claims to be a traveling cultivator. quite knowledgeable on the preternatural and well-learned in most other areas of life, he’s easy to get along with and even easier to receive help from. often seen in simple white robes and a bamboo hat, he’s the perfect picture of humble modesty.... er, perhaps a bit too humble, actually; it’s quite easy to tell he’s not got a penny to his name. nevertheless, he’s rich in spiritual power- ah, no, that’s not right either. he is quite lacking in that department as well. and he has no family name, nor does he belong to any particular shrine or territory.... what does he have, then? compassion. good sensibilities. an open heart. tenacity. patience. stories; lots and lots of stories. everything that makes someone a reasonably good person--but that doesn’t do much in the way of making your way in the world, and it also doesn’t mean he’s always been a good person. but he’s a god, right? so what’s he good for, then? you could ask him to his face and he’d just laugh and say, “Well, I’m trying to figure that out myself! Would you care to join me for a while?”

﹄ zhongli. lord of geo / consultant at the wangsheng funeral parlor

masc nonbinary | 6,000+ | bisexual (taken by @frczenwaters​ kaeya) | god of contracts

an even-tempered and well-learned man appearing to be in his late 30′s to early 40′s, zhongli is the amicable but ever elusive consultant of liyue’s wangsheng funeral parlor. his manners, presentation, knowledge, and hospitality are impeccable.... his financial literacy? not so much. but where there’s lack of material riches there is a wellspring of stories and information to be told on a tongue as golden as the eyes that gaze out lovingly, yearningly, upon the shimmering seaside harbor. as solid as stone and severe as the mountains, zhongli is never one to break his promises. his vow to remember and care for liyue have stood the test of time-- a lonesome, solitary test that he has long tired of. he seeks the company of his people now, the experience of companionship that he has only had the fleeting and bittersweet taste of far too few times in his long life. perhaps not the most emotionally well-rounded person-- but a heart of stone is a heart nonetheless. 

#* PINNED #▌ ◈ ZHONGLI ; ⌜ tags ⌟ #▌ ◈ XIE LIAN ; ⌜ tags ⌟

[illholy]

tap . - from a ghost sqx who's too mischievous for their own good u_u

█ 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ,     ( accepting ! ) ⤿ @deiscension .

A non-intrusive tapping, nearly dismissed, but the frigid breeze guides Judith to turn, into an open space ahead of her ⸻ they too, nearly dismissed, hazy thing they were, a fog first - a blotch of stain in her spectacles, but she focuses, and they grew to have a silhouette, delicate figure wrapped in fabric, waywardly floating here and there, swept by invisible tides of water.

& when their face came to view, glassy eyes and too pretty face, Judith wonders if they were real at all. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎.

❛❛ You're beautiful.  ❜❜ She came whispering, muttering words that should have been a simple hello, but Judith does not care to correct herself, waddling into them closer. ❛❛ Why is that ?  ❜❜

#deiscension #deiscension : Shi Qingxuan #◜𝑱 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ inbox ╱ ic. #* judith vc : bro wtf why u look like that? like perfect???????

[dnangelic]

@deiscension asked: "DAI~SUKE!" Shi Qingxuan practically sings his name out as she trots up to him. The hand not curled around her cane waves wildly in the air, as if her sparkly hair bows and the volume of her voice weren't enough to grab anyone's attention. "What'cha up to this weekend? I've got this photoshoot thing I'm doing, but there's hoooours to kill between shoots. So, I figured after all that style talk, I could take you to some shops. My treat if you find something you like. There's also this new ice cream place, and you get a discount if you bring a friend, and-" she takes a short breath to stop herself from rambling any further. "Pretty please?" Then, more hurriedly, "You can say no, by the way. You can also totally say no. You are more than allowed to say no."

and he can't help but go stiff , embarrassed --- not just by himself but for her . what feels like a hundred sets of eyes shift towards their direction ; plain boy , extravagant girl ! birds of a feather were supposed to flock together , and he stands awkwardly in front of her , her shimmering radiance , her sparkling bows , her flawless , shameless bliss , like an ugly duckling still caught in hideous half molt .

forget the black swan's curse , and how many eyes would have been enraptured by them both were he transformed . had the great phantom thief bargained to trade places with him in order to make this girl's heart swoon and flutter , daisuke would have resisted with all his might . something like this was special . something like this was reserved for him . even if nobody , not even his own self might have ever dreamed of witnessing something like this ; shi qingxuan , already a well-recognized , influential figure , eagerly chatting away with a red-headed nobody as if they were good friends .

--- and they were , weren't they ?

good enough that the other could even ask him to come along for icecream , at least , and as an apparent first choice . ' wh ... um . me --- ? ' a shocked finger points itself upwards at his own visage for a moment , until his red cheeks flush even redder , and his hands and arms flail frantic in the face of her hurry . ' no ! no ! i mean , no to no ! i'd be really happy to go ! it'd be amazing to go with you ! ' she didn't even have to say please , no matter how pretty ; always pretty ! ' it's just , um ... '

could he really endure that much attention ? his heart was already fast-beating a little , though it loiters at a half-point threshold ; just as much dulling anxiety as it was a wrestling , blissful happiness . even if he would have to endure a number of stares by shi qingxuan's side , it wasn't as if the world would have really been looking at all at him . there was comfort in that , equal to the oblivious way that she didn't seem to mind the attentions she was bringing to herself at just about all times .

' i ... um , don't mind paying . f-for my own clothes , i mean ! if i really do find something that i like ! we can split the cost of ice cream too , if you want , since the discount is like that ... ' it was fair , right ? though , he really can't help but dread the idea of being dressed up , trying on clothes , feeling like an idiot for even trying ... no , that was no way to think .

even if he couldn't properly see and judge himself and his own appearances , he trusted in his company to , at the very least , be both truth and merciful . ' i ... just hope it's okay for me to rely on you , ' because he wouldn't have minded it either if she said no , recognizing just as readily as her , both her own rights and ever-flattering , apparent willingness to retain his company . the smile he gives to her is bright and innocent , a poured sincerity of his own . ' i'm not doing anything , so i'm actually really happy that you asked me . it's just a little surprising . i'd've thought , um , having photoshoots and stuff , that you'd have all kinds of people lining up to do things with you . '

and even if she did , wouldn't she still have always tried to allot a little time for him ? it was just the sort of optimistic , gregarious yet considerate person that she seemed to be . even if there was 'better' out there , there was still him for her . ' sorry . i guess what i'm just trying to say is , um ... thank you . ' to think that even at a discount , the icecream would taste even sweeter --- innocent days like these always should have been considered the most precious .

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱ #deiscension #CANON. #CRYING AT SQX SINGING HIS NAME LIKE THT BAKBKJKJKLGJKLFKJGKJ #BLESS!!!! BLESSINGS FROM TH LORD WIND MASTER

[dnangelic]

would daisuke play roblox with sqx

will you help him make an account ?

#deiscension #*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱ #OIGWAIAUWHLFJALJKFJKKJKJ LAIN GBWHKJKJG #he would. bc any time spent with sqx he wants to be a good fun time :] #he would never touch his acc outside of playin with sqx tho #he got no time.... #and also games/electronics arent rlly his thing

[dnangelic]

@deiscension : sqx looking straight past him in search of dai ^__^

staring straight at her until she gives him attention instead .

#reply. #deiscension #hey. its me. the phantom thief of the opera. leT ME INTO YOUR MIND!!!!!!1 #IM CRYING I ANSWERED UR ASK BTW I HOPE U KNOW THT #IDK IF IT DIDNT NOTIF U OR NOT BUT I DID. SQX -DID- GET DAI!!!! RIGHTS!!!

[deathfavor]

@deiscension said: She's staring at Feng Xin from across the courtyard. She hasn't blinked in over a minute. She could spring into action at any moment (or, more accurately, when the other official talking to her finishes whatever it is they're saying).

Feng Xin has only just recently returned to the heavenly realm — like usual, he's spent a lot of his time down in the mortal realm. Unlike many others, he'd never adapted well to the idea of simply sitting back and frolicking in the heavenly realm, enjoy the riches and splendor of ascension to godhood. He preferred to do jobs himself, rarely was he found lounging about. ( Although some said he was just a loyal dog still looking for its long lost master — but no one could say Feng Xin was not a hard worker regardless. )

He's rather stunned to find the Wind Master looking at him so intensely. Fucking hell, when did she last blink?! The thought of her coming his way terrifies him. His eyes flick towards the official chatting at her side.

Nope! Nope, he's not doing this!

Feng Xin promptly spins around and hastily makes to escape back to the mortal realm before that official finishes speaking and sets the wind loose on him.

#deiscension #fx vc: you know what? i think i left something behind actually- #fx vc: i better go back #tom & jerry styled running the fuck away LMAO #SQX THATS SCARY BLINK PLS #᛭ — [IC] martial god with a heart of gold [FENG XIN]

[riwrite]

from @deiscension. ❛  you'll always be my best friend.  ❜ - for 'ming yi'! six word starters. / accepting.

it's a sentiment he's heard time and again, and it's one he's sure he'll be hearing for years to come ( he'll be hearing it until the opportunity he's waited centuries for arrives. he's prepared to wait centuries more if that's what it takes ). once upon a time, it may have caused him to have to suppress a grimace of disgust. now, the cool countenance of the earth master remains unaffected — that flat, disinterested expression is ever - present. whether the original wearer of the face would look so cold is irrelevant. he xuan is the only ming yi the heavens have ever known.

he leans away from shi qingxuan, just enough to escape the scent of wine on her breath but not enough to seem truly averse to her company. it's a careful balancing act he's maintained for decades on end, and though he's not sure when befriending the very reason his life and death turned out the ways they did came into the equation, he's become quite the actor. he'll play his part as the long - suffering best friend until it's time to rip that from them.

   ( and he'll continue to push back the thoughts that maybe he doesn't suffer around them as much as he tells himself he does. they're the only person to have shown him even an ounce of affection since his family was alive, and some horrible part of him clings to that like the starving man he is. )

   " i'm not your best friend, " he responds, knowing that saying that won't deter them. he is a black hole, a dark vortex, an aching void — and he is this way by design. he was supposed to be no one's best friend. least of all shi qingxuan's.

but he's here now, by her side as he always is, and she's smiling.

he looks away.

#🧍 #his ass is not beating the bestie allegations #ty for sending btw!!!! i am squeezing sqx and hx like squeaky toys at all times im so normal abt them #deiscension #‧ in. → 「 he xuan. 」

[deathfavor]

@deiscension said: "did you used to play in the street when you were little?" - a somewhat tipsy sqx trying to get my to talk more.

still born sentence starters

Should it ever be inquired upon in the future, He Xuan would say this little slip up was something born of alcohol and nothing more. It certainly wasn't because the persistence of the wind master was finally starting to get somewhere with him. He Xuan lifts the cup of sake to his lip, contemplating his word choices.

It won't mater. He Sheng was a nobody in the slums of poverty, and no one ever checked the history of gods unless something demanded it or it was a great spectacle like the four tales. Ming Yi is, for all intents and purposes, a rather ordinary if reclusive god, nothing special. ( Other than his seeming disdain for the credits being thrown around - no matter how long he's been spotted with the Wind Master, never once has anyone seen him accept any. ) He lowers the cup, finally speaking.

" Not very often. I was often busy even when I was little, or studying. " It isn't a lie, and it's not something unusual enough to draw unwanted attention. " ...I had a little sister though who did. She loved to play in the streets. I usually kept watch over her. " It was all true. Once they had been treasured memories. He'd never had many material things, but those memories had been priceless, outshining any gems or gold coins that could be flaunted.

Now they were stained with blood and darkness. He can feel his throat clench as he suffocates silently. ( Which is funny, given that he can't ACTUALLY be suffocated any more. )

The Ghost King takes another sip of his drink. " She loved to dance. Especially when it rained. She'd dance and play in the rain like it was no big deal, even when she was completely drenched. " He manages a thin smile, and if he strains, maybe he can still hear her innocent laugh in the distance.

" I had to study, but I always made sure she had a warm meal and dry clothes when she came in. " He remembers, " She very much loved to be outside. " He can't blame her; outside was the promise of what could be while their barely held together home was a cold reminder of what was. " Why? What brought this up? "

#deiscension #OKAY HEAR ME OUT THO #THIS HAPPENING BEFORE HE EVER SEES SWD #so actually starting to bond #and aLSO #the tragedy made WORSE by sqx #actually knowing a little bit about hx's history #even if she didn't know at the time #but when the reveal HAPPENS in the arc #᛭ — [IC] cruel and cold like the black waters [HE XUAN] #᛭ — [VERSE: MING YI ERA] playing with a flawless disguise [HE XUAN]

[deathfavor]

@deiscension said: <anon> I am obviously Ming-xiong's number one, most reliable, bestest (and therefore also prettiest!), truest friend in the all the realms, no matter what tacky purple silk dresses I may or may not be wearing, isn't that right? <definitely not shi qingxuan></anon>

ask my muse about their connections with other characters

' . . . '

He Xuan Ming Yi has an inscrutable expression on his face as he looks at the oh so mysterious note. NOT. It was blatantly obvious who it was. He doubted anyone besides Ling Wen might be able to accurately capture the Wind Master's lexicon, but she would be unable to avoid asking an actual question. This lacks that, which makes it easy to see that it's the genuine goddess asking.

" What friend? Must've been sent to the wrong address. "

#deiscension #FHGDJHFG IM SO SORRY SQX #BUT I AM LAUGHING #in true style he just shuts it down #its so funny he just 'idk a wind master' even when she's right next to him #sqx you picked this one to be best friends #im sure youre used to his humor #ahem “ humor ” #HFGJHDHFG I COULDNT RESIST THE OPPORTUNITY #᛭ — [IC] cruel and cold like the black waters [HE XUAN]

[dnangelic]

In the morning Daisuke will find two things placed just so inside his shoe locker: a small box tied closed with a frilly ribbon with a bubblegum pink envelope placed on top. An assortment of chocolates lays inside the box; white chocolate, milk chocolate, and dark chocolate. Each one is meant to look like a heart, though some are more successful at it than others. A letter lays inside the envelope. Glittery stickers frame the handwritten note.

' I wanted to give these to you in person, but then I thought: shouldn't I do it the proper way instead? It's double the fun if you get chocolates and celebrate the holiday at the same time, right? Since you like each flavor, I made all of them! I even tried to make one with cherry filling, but it's much harder than it looks, so don't tease me about the shapes okay :( Anyway~ What I also want to say is that I'm glad we've gotten to smile and laugh together. Sometimes my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Let's spend more time like that together! I want to see more of your other expressions too. Speaking of smiling, I smiled a lot while making these and I hope you can taste that in them. I think sometimes my mom used to say food made with care tastes best. Okay, see you later! - ♡ Shi Qingxuan ♡ '

@deiscension

the locker opens , and it's with a hitched breath and grimace that daisuke nearly slams it right back shut . what was that ? what the heck was that ?! it's far more glitter and bright color in the small space meant for his shoes than he's bargained for ( that being none , mind you , ) to the point that it's dangerous --- his hand lifts over his chest to count out every growing beat ; his head frantically swivels about to make sure there weren't any sort of witnesses .

--- geeze , that had been close !

of course he'd recognize the shape of a letter and chocolate box even by just a glance , but what in the world was something like that doing in his locker ?! it wasn't a misplaced valentines , was it ?! year after year , his winter-springs had gone absent of anything like this . there's no guess as to who it could possibly be from until he timidly reaches out for it and peeks inside , just one eye opened in a pulled back wince .

well , it probably wasn't a prank , at least ... or a lovingly planted bomb and flashbang hoping to keep him on his toes . the chocolates looked just fine . hardly a professional's handiwork , but what did anyone like the niwa ever care when the sight of them alone made his heart soar ? ( keep it together ! don't get your hopes up too high ! ) setting the checked box aside , daisuke quietly slips out the letter and runs his finger along the seal of it . come to think of it , this sort of presentation felt a bit like ...

ah . it really was from shi qingxuan .

it's getting harder to smother the pounding sense in his chest . daisuke can't help but let out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding , relief rushing in with every warm sense of familiarity . everything feels like an eruption : his own happiness , and the simultaneous bliss of being able to be recognized , as well as to properly recognize someone as a friend .

a proper way : did something like that even exist ? he might have loved to be able to tell her that just like the flavor of chocolates , any method of delivery was just fine . whatever she could come up with , no doubt his own family would have put him through worse , if not more absurd . of course , he never would have teased her over her hard work either . neither through return letter nor in person --- he well understood just how difficult making chocolates could be .

rather , feeling both his cheeks and his blood starting to burn , he would have only ran away just like now in the overwhelming flush of the moment . it's happiness ; it's too cute , too cute , he can't take it . it stings and aches ; it's tight and a little painful in his chest , he can't help but feel guilty . a burst into the school's restrooms precedes a phantom flash across the mirrors ; a tall , dark figure locking itself behind a door .

his other expressions . his other self and second face . there was no way that she understood the ways truths and a curse like his could evaporate every smile and round of laughter in an instant . but the scent of chocolate and the faintest graces of shi qingxuan's recognizable perfume remain sweet and linger on the smooth , cold tips of his hands . thieves' palms cross reverently over themselves , a little like a prayer --- all the more when the ball of his combined fist lifts to his lips , a second heart's swell curing him of all monstrous form .

wasn't it enough to imagine her happy ? no , she had to truly be content as well . someday , in front of him , even if only for as long as he could bear to stand before it . whatever his answer and the shape of his feelings , he had a month to create it . both his gratitude and desire : his every wish to smile at her without sharp teeth , black wings ; neither of them turning terrified .

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱ #deiscension #CANON. #sqx laughing and smiling sm it hurts vs daisuke so happy it hurts. FIGHT!!!! #HAUNTED BESTIES!!! IN THE WOODS!!! GIVING EACH OTHER VALENTINES!!! #JUST U WAIT UNTIL WHITE DAY SQX JUST YOU WAIT!!!!!!!

[futurefind]

"take anything you want and know you deserve to have it." / sqx to sasume, genshin verse!! from the red white & royal blue starters c:

Inbox Prompts / Always Accepting // @deiscension

She'd laugh, if she were the type. But perhaps, for once, it's better that she isn't— since the kind that tries to boil in the back of her throat is judgemental, bitter.

This woman's gods-damned sparkling up at her like she puts the stars in the sky when she's lucky the skies themselves haven't tried to kill her yet for daring to exist. And all because, what? She solo'd a few ruin machines (usual) to save someone endangered by them (not usual)?

"It's fine, it's fine," she sighs, waving off the other's raised wallet even more than the sparkling wares on display. Given the other seems to live about as stable as Sasume herself, but without a mercenary career, she's hardly worth wasting the coin on...

"Save it for yourself if you really wanna thank me."

#deiscension #deiscension: sqx #hi hiiiiiii!! :3c #ty for specifying since even tho newer prompt its! good to kno!! #ic // sasume #prompt responses // #v: genshin #+ ty for the patience dec was hell w work etc so u-u/ #smth smth the thematic Cheff Kiss of the wait meaning oops sa's the un-favorite of the gods and doesnt(??) have a vision :] #(and if she Does have a real one its a minor supplement to her power rather than the source of it) #smth smth staring at how surface level sa is similar to hx/ming-xiong and um :')))