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@foxfinch + @incognosisㅤ/ㅤfor zhongli.ㅤ/ㅤbased on our plots! ♡
ㅤㅤsometimes, tradition is as dangerous as it is alluring. long ago, wearing makeup was not a mere exercise of aesthetics: nobles and warriors would carefully paint their faces with rice powder to protect themselves against the scorching sun rays during marches. amongst army ranks laid a not-so-secretive rule, too. the reddest eye shadow colours were reserved for the strongest of fighters; good soldiers would be bestowed with yellow tints over their eyes, war champions decorated themselves in orange, and general-kings could be seen painted in vermillion—one of the most expensive inks in ancient markets. black kohl lining eyelids also referred to someone’s combat prowess; each millimetre corresponded to thousands of enemies defeated on the battlefield.
ㅤㅤduring earthly-sung history lessons, aether couldn’t help but notice something very important. zhongli’s eyes were the reddest and the sharpest he had ever seen in liyue, even among the adepti. yet zhongli seemed to care not for such a fact, too engrossed in his detailed handwork. draconic ambers rested on sun-kissed complexion attentively and gently, painting the corners of golden eyes while holding his chin. slowly, the ancient took his time, decorating the outlander as he best deemed fit. cathartically and unworried—as if aether couldn’t see his fangs hidden between fake teeth. perhaps this should scare him. stories of wolves in sheep’s clothing rarely ended as a forewarning. instead, however, he closed his eyes so the ex-archon could keep on working his final touches. he didn’t care for the hand around his throat, either.
ㅤㅤ“when you’re done, will you let me see what colour you picked for me?” a chuckle. “paimon says i look best in yellow.”
#foxfinch#incognosis#❛ㅤ𓆩✦𓆪ㅤ:ㅤver i﹔ㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤof teyvat and lost wings.#HELLO FINCH !! i hope this is okay ~#please let me know if u need me to change anything at all mwah !!
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@incognosis asked: 'i am not the one who should kneel.' // UNO REVERSE CHARLIE
The water that pools around his heels churns as serpentine heads sway and hiss, even the very environment around him reflecting the rage that boils and stings within his gut. The sting in his throat is acrid and bitter, his very rage scalding him as eyes narrow and he bristles at the response.
"Then who should?" Osial's words fall from lips in a spit hiss, hands curling into fists at his sides, the bluish hue of skin turning violently transparent, the water beneath pulsing and churning as he stretches this vessel to its limits. It was always going to come to this, there was no other path as soon as Celestia's declaration had come down, since one throne had been declared. "I want to hear you say it, Morax."
It stings, this forced submission that has torn the fabric of their coexistence, any notion of being equals now equated to falsehoods with the claim of the Heavens. Would there not be two thrones otherwise? He has already felt the betrayal of many as the heads of those in the Guili Assembly turned from him without thought as soon as the declaration was made, and now he feels the final blade drawn, poised to press into his chest, it's cool steel close enough to make him shudder.
But he will not yield.
He hisses a breath between his teeth and calms his vessel into solid form once more, tipping his chin upwards in defiance. Let Morax sap the very life from him before he bends to his leadership, let his ire and hatred bleed the land till there's nothing left to rule but a kingdom of gravestones if this is to be what remains of them. "I want to hear that your notions of equality were nought but pretty lies spilled from your lips. That your word is lesser than you claim." It's with spite he lashes, jibing into the area where Morax prides himself most. If they are to war, let them not remember the days wandering and chattering, nor the evenings spent with wine and good company. Let there only be bitter blood and fury and all consuming rage that leaves all that was once happy torn asunder.
He is not sure that he can battle without a heavy heart otherwise.
#incognosis#v. i am the undertow; come take my hand i'll drag you below / past.#( i hand u an angry and hurting o.sial finch dfjfsk )#( o.sial if we can't be equals then we should hate each other there is no in between )
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#Kai Byoui Ramune#anime#ep04#Mysterious Disease Specialist#dr ramune#dr.ramune#Dr. Ramune Mysterious Disease Specialist#怪病医ラムネ#comedy#psychological#supernatural#shounen#disease#incogno#incognosis
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WHAT TYPE OF VILLAIN ARE YOU?
THEN LET ME BE EVIL.
You never wanted to hurt anyone, but the world never gave you a choice. You did the best you could with what you had, but every innocent mistake you made was held against you when it counted, every crossroads led you down the wrong path no matter which way you went. No matter what you did, the odds were stacked against you. It wasn't fair, and you are sick and tired of being told what a monster you are for things out of your control. Well, fine. They want a monster? YOU'LL GIVE THEM A MONSTER!
tagged: @daybreakrising (thank you!)
tagging: @apocryphis (neuvillette!), @yanwangye, @alatusatlas, @snowtombedstar, @ccaptain, @incognosis
#ooc. the overlord speaks / dash games.#( clutching my heart rn )#( the last line THE LAST LINE )#( its so accurate because yes that was osials one track mind )#( if you wont let me be the archon then i am your enemy )#( because they said there would only be one standing finally )#( and it was against the odds because morax was adored in comparison to him )#( he is a product of the world they lived in and i am in agony )#( hi osial muse i can hear you rattling the spears of your underwater prison )
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