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blood-orange-juice · 1 month
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Ok, Childe as a wuxia/xianxia trope. It's honestly a bit embarrassing how well this fits.
(blame @a-yarn-of-purple-prose for this post and if anyone here is a wuxia fan feel free to correct me, I'm new to the genre)
Wuxia is a Chinese martial arts fantasy genre you are all familiar with. An adjacent genre is called xianxia, "immortal heroes", it ramps all the fantasy elements up to eleven and skews tropes a bit (we'll get back to that).
A common trope is some kind of unorthodox school/sect or technique, allowing to achieve greater power without the usual decades of training. It could be straight-out evil or just revolving around chaos.
Such a martial school is usually called an evil/demonic sect (sect is more like a clan in that setting, not the modern concept of sect) and their techniques tend to drive practitioners to insanity. Either because they are inherently corrupting or because getting too much power without growing as a person is really not the best thing for your mental health. They are also often cast from hp points.
And then there's the archetype of a demonic sect heir. The best pupil or simply someone who has inherited a lost art. Proud, always greedy for more strength, often noble in some weird way.
*points to our calamity of a boy*
Common elements of such stories include:
Falling into some weird realm or meeting a weird person who teaches the hero a Forbidden Technique
Learning a technique too quickly through some sort of magic/alchemy/memory manipulation
Some people are so singular in their pursuit they become insane (走火入魔)
Ambition bad, loyalty and family good
Conflicting loyalties, generally a conflict between a chosen path and personal weaknesses/attachments (could be both ego and familal love, and this is more of a xianxia trope)
Fits like a horoscope so far but wait.
There's a very interesting case of Korean murim genre (their version of wuxia) where sects are less varied (I recommend this post for a basic introduction) and we get three paths:
Justice/Righteous/Orthodox/Light — theoretically they keep the Evil Faction at bay, and protect innocent people, but usually are corrupt to the core
Evil/Unorthodox/Dark — these try gaining as much power as possible and attempt ruling the whole world
Demonic Cult — usually dont take part in evil and justice battles, follow their own code of conduct based on their religion, value strength above all else.
(I'm sure there's a similar distinction in wuxia too, I just can't find it in the deluge of lore)
"Demonic" is closer to "pagan" or "heathen" than Christian idea of demonic here, their beliefs are often based on Zoroastrianism and worshipping a sacred flame. Do you remember all the Persian themes used for Khaenri'ah? And Surtalogi being the flame on Surtr's sword in Norse mythology. I also had the impression that Genshin gnostic references are based on the Zoroastrian-flavoured branch of Gnosticism.
In murim the trope of demonic sect heir is called "heavenly demon" (I believe, a more correct translation would be "supreme heathen"), they are utterly badass, live for the glory of battle, seem more like forces of nature and follow a very strict honour code often conflicting with normal human ethics.
(do I need to spell it out)
TvTropes also says this about Korean stories:
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(do I need to spell it out pt.2)
I'm not sure why a Chinese studio would focus on the Korean version of this trope but I'm sure something like this exists in China as well or maybe there's a popular manhwa that inspired authors.
Xianxia extends the fantastic element further, focusing on Taoist concepts and practices and adding all kinds of magical realms (celestial, demonic, etc) and magical beings and making immortality achievable. I still need to read more about it but if I understand that right, demonic heir trope turns into a demon prince in this case. An actual visitor from the demon realm or a practitioner who achieved immortality through dubious means.
These are fae-coded in a way very similar to Childe and have a certain nonchalance towards things most humans would consider traumatic. They are simply not bothered by them, having a different set of morals or faring from a realm that is much worse.
Our boy isn't that (he's still very much human) but he's aesthetically coded like one, same as Scaramouche is yokai-coded, despite not being a yokai.
So. When people say Childe's arc is a reference to Journey to the West, it's not entirely untrue, JttW is the classic of xianxia genre and Childe does belong to the same genre. He, however, is not Sun Wukong but a different, darker trope.
This also explains why he has that "shonen anime protag but not quite" vibe. Shonen was heavily influenced by wuxia but this trope never quite made it to anime or maybe never became popular enough. It's not a deconstruction, it's a different story. Or perhaps a deconstruction of that different story.
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foxface001 · 1 year
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The Khaenri’ah last hope🔆
He’s so babygirl just makes me wanna brrrrrrrrr
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Fancy Bedo
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anxiety-pickle · 7 months
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lol-draws · 1 year
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I will never get tired of drawing him
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As the hopeless writer and sucker I am for destroyed civilisations... Khaenri'ah is my newest obsession as of now.
And guess which bitch is eating up everything she can find to write something for her new series?
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frozenambiguity · 8 months
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And what if I tell you that this is precisely how I envision prince / king / leader of Khaenri'ah Kaeya... ( source )
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slothcapsule · 2 years
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i love kaeya because there's so many ways his story can go.
will he ascend to celestia? is he an abyss mage/herald? is he the long lost prince of the eclipse dynasty in khaenri'ah? will he betray us? will he betray his homeland? was he frozen in time for 500 years? is he actually just a descendant of some khaenri'ahn people? is he working with the fatui? is he pierros son? can he wield magic and fakes it with a makeshift vision? and there's a lot more options and i have genuinely no idea where his story could go, or it could go nowhere! because hyv hates us and kaeya
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chaotickitty45 · 2 years
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IT’S COMING TOGETHER. I’m resigning myself to draw each scene then try (?) and smack it in a video? Maybe?
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random-blep · 1 year
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Anyways just had an au thought
Kaeya didn't get left at Mond. Instead him and his father went into hiding and Kaeya got raised as a prince and later in his life he goes to Mond as like visiting royalty or something. Maybe like he goes cause it's very dangerous where he lives and he needs to be safe until he's old enough to take the throne. So he goes there and the Knights offer one of their captains to protect him and it ends up being Diluc.
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mewmewtric · 2 years
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hey sup? So how do you think Kaeya would deal with having a crush who he gets along with really well and they came back from Inazuma, they had gone for important business and crush eventually talks about how they met someone who reminded them of Kaeya except if Kaeya was a terrible person. Kaeya does simple pranks on people and teasing, but he does a lot to help the community and is actually very nice overall. But this person tried to make his s/o go bankrupt and other really bad things. (Or tried to murder s/o. You pick which). The person had a similar vibe to Kaeya and it just made them really miss Kaeya? (Honestly it puzzles me how people dislike Kaeya just cuz of the sword prank and then they give Childe for trying to murder you and Yea Miko a pass who did way worse to the mc in my view).
Thanks for request! I’m so sorry I took so long for this QwQ This is prolly the longest thing I’ve done so far on tumblr
this will be in Kaeya's POV. kinda wanted to make this kaebedo (my #1 kaeya ship) cuz albedo went to inazuma, but irodori festival did not really appear to give him a chance for such experiences imo, so ig this would be kaeya x gender unspecified reader? although i’d love to do kaebedo fluff someday.
Dim, warm lights.
Bustling voices.
The clinking of glasses and mugs.
But he sits alone at the bar, heart cold and longing. A Death After Noon in his hand, eavesdropping on the conversations in Angel’s Share. 
How long have they been gone? Are they alright?
He flips through the letters you gave him.
“Dear Kaeya, I’m having a great time in Inazuma...”
“Dear Kaeya, you really should see this next time...”
“Dear Kaeya, so I met this guy who reminds me of you...”
A guy that reminded them of him?
They went to Inazuma for some important business... but they never told him what. Just that the Adventurer’s Guild asked they\m to go. Their awkward look on their face when they said that... as if they were worried that it would inconvenience him. But that face melted into a smile. A smile they had when you blew the dandelions around the outskirts of Mondstadt, a smile when they ate his Fruity Skewers... 
A flush creeps up his neck. 
Stop. You’re just a big brother to them.
“Hey Kaeya.”
A familiar voice. One that sends warmth into his body, livening it up, giving it hope.
“I missed you.”
Two arms wrap around his waist. A weight presses onto his back. His hands freeze for a short while, before shifting over to their hands. What was he thinking, to now be carressing their hands that fit perfectly in his with his thumb?
Gently, he shifts around to see they. To see them... in tears? The sight made his heart, just moments ago warmed by their presence go cold and shrivelled again.
"Hey..."
They look up, eyes sparkling and wet.
"Do you mind if we take this to a corner of the tavern?"
They nod their head. The sniffles... each one stab him so deeply, yet he could not say anything. He could not. He has to be strong, the reliable big brother.
"One warm Moonlit Alley, please. Thank you, Charles."
...
Kaeya slides the Moonlit Alley across the table.
"Drink this. It should give you some comfort."
They slowly manage sips through slowly reducing sobs. Trembling hands threaten to spill some of the drink... can he... hold them? Steady them? But you are so fragile now. He should not be as touchy or flirtatious as he usually was.
"Are you... alright? What happened to you in Inazuma?"
"I..."
"I met someone like you."
Am I really that bad? He wanted to joke.
But it would probably make you feel worse. He knows.
"He was just like you. Friendly, teasing, reliable, slightly cocky..."
The two of them share a little smile. 
"But worse."
Kaeya stopped drinking his Death After Noon.
“He... he was my partner in the Guild’s commission. It was an international meeting for more seasoned adventurers, and I got paired up with him. He was so nice... appeared so reliable... quite handsome too... It was like having you by my side again in a land of the unknown. Especially when a group of us were sent t-to Tsurumi Island to explore the place after the mist was lifted.”
“He was my shoulder to lean on. Teasingly encouraging me to not give up, just like you. That we would find something worthy to bring back to the Guild.”
Their sobs stop, only little sniffles emerging once in a while.
“Then... he tried to kill me...”
They down the last of the Moonlit Alley.
“We found a chamber with a large amount of artifacts. Bringing them back to the Guild office would bring us so much fame and honour and rewards and... I don’t know if he planned it from the start or he was overwhelmed... but...”
They removed the scarf that has been on their neck. A large wound, definitely inflicted days ago.
“I could not say anything. He was very influential in the Inazuman branch. I could only-”
“Say no more.”
Kaeya cannot bear to listen any more. But the words were harsh, and he worries that they would misunderstand him.
“No need to dwell on the past. Shall we talk about something else? How was the rest of your trip in Inazuma? I would love to go there someday.”
“Kaeya. If this is because of him-”
“Huh? Of course not. I don’t need to step foot into Inazuma to make him regret what he did. Come on. I’ll see you to your apartment.”
From the warm tavern to the cold streets, sometimes the change is a little jarring. Mondstadt nights, they can be cold. And they were in warmer Inazuma for quite some time. Kaeya notices their shoulders slightly shivering. They also look weaker than usual, quiet, pensive, unlike their usual chatty and plucky self. 
It matters not what happened to them. That adventurer. He will pay.
“Hey... I’m sorry but I have something to do. Is it alright if you can go back by yourself?”
They sigh and nod their head. 
“See you.”
As Kaeya walks away from the buildings of Mondstadt to the main gate between towering walls, the long bridge over the moat to the wilderness, the last he sees of the inside of the city is their face. Shaken. Dejected.
The wilds are labyrinths of trees and dirt paths, but Kaeya walks with a sureness. He has walked these paths so many times, to meet his people. To relay information. To clear threats. Soon, he reaches a clearing in the wilds. Two Abyss Mages are chanting and circling around hillichurls, the hillichurls seemingly listening intently. 
“A Knight of Favonius. You dare intrude on our procession?”
The mages unleash elemental shields around themselves, the Pyro mage ordering the hillichurls to hide.
Ah... I haven’t changed out of my uniform yet...
“I am no knight.”
Kaeya does not raise his sword or start bending Cryo to his will. Instead he removes his eyepatch.
“My eye? My eye is fine. There's nothing unusual about hiding one's body parts from view. It's the same reason I wear pants... or any other item of clothing, for that matter.”
Everyone believes his lie and do not press further.
But his eye is not fine.
It is a mark of his ancestry, something that shows his status in the fallen kingdom. He sees so much sharper and clearer with it in the night, the eternal night his kingdom fell to.
A purple eye, a pupil in the shape of an unusual four pointed star, and the skin around it cracking to show purple light, the corrosion that befell his people and himself. The skin around it is much paler than his dusky tan.
“A descendant of the royals...” the Cryo mage murmurs.
“My humblest apologies, your Highness. There were rumours of someone with the royal blood of our country living in Mondstadt. We never believed it, b-”
“Spare the small talk. I have a mission for you. Send someone to the Adventurer’s Guild in Inazuma. Ask the office on who paired with...”
The Pyro mage whispers to the Cryo mage, “Are you sure about this? Are we going to answer to someone with a smidgen of royal blood in him? Our great kingdom is long gone, and we answer to the Abys-”
“Has 500 years made you forget the respect you must pay to your rulers?” Kaeya’s voice turned cold, commanding, unlike the refreshing cool breeeze of his usual tone. “In the end, you are a Khaenri’an. You should listen to me over the Abyss.”
“As for whoever paired up with the person I said earlier... make him regret it. Don’t kill him. Let him live. Impede his adventures. Haunt his sleep. Hopefully you have a Hydro mage who can cast a simple illusion in the form of this...”
He pulls out a photograph from his pocket. It was the one close to his heart, the one he saw holding back sobs over a Moonlit Alley. In this photo, they were beaming, hair covered in dandelion seeds, a mud smear on their cheek. It brings a warmth to a cold heart, like his brother before that fated day.
The Cryo mage hesitantly asked, “Your Highness, we require this photograph for a while longer. To allow the Guild to identify the person. Would you be so kind to part ways with this photograph for a few days?”
His grip tightens on the photograph. His treasure. Even more now that they do not smile. The times before then, the times where they would light up his world. Could it ever come back now?
But he will part with this for a purpose. It may not let them smile again yet... but it will quell the dark fire rising in his own heart. One of anger. Vengeance. Conflict. He has the means to bring the Abyss into Mondstadt any time and bring it down, as he was always supposed to do. But for so long he quelled that urge.
Because he ended up caring for the people in Mondstadt. It was not a facade anymore, when he helps people clear threats to Mondstadt, uncover and thwart ulterior motives, or helping the people with everyday life. His pranks? Just something he does to lighten the mood. It means no harm... unlike the scum who tried to kill someone for his personal gain.
"Take good care of it. It is precious to me." Kaeya holds the photograph out to the Pyro mage. He lets his fingers linger on the picture as the mage lifts it from his hand.
"I will, Your Highness. I will make haste now. Glory to Khaenri'ah."
"...glory to Khaenri'ah."
The mages teleport away, leaving an empty clearing that the descendant of Khaenri'ah walks away with a cold, heavy heart.
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iliadd · 2 years
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kaeya enthusiasts after seeing pierro: He Is Kaeya’s Dad 😁
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galaxycrafts · 1 year
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"Everyone's got a secret, but not everyone knows what to do with it." Happy birthday, Kaeya.
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janumun · 2 years
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Bro Dark Prince Aether and his abyssal minions using us as their own personal pet sends me in such a spiral. Is there any more brain rot about them you can share? please queen I will giv e you my kidney.
😂😂😂💕 Definitely keep your kidney, you might never know when Abyss Prince Aether might demand it of you.
I have this very specific, very vivid image in my head of the Prince (warnings for dub-con/mind-break):
Mild displeasure creasing those beautiful features, as he looks down upon your corruption, from his throne. The way you squeal and beg for cock, even as you're folded almost in half across the floor by your very large captors. The Prince's finest generals, as they twist and turn your body at all odd angles, pounding into you; sharp nails reeling red down your hips and waist from where they hold you. Taking turns, rotating you in between them all, and all at once; as obsequious gratitude and worship falling from their lips, for their Prince. For allowing them a fine breeding mare, an influential being of Teyvat, broken down this easy for their carnal pleasures and revenge. The very first in line to populate Khaenri'ah once more, they shall use you to the fullest of your potential, until nothing remains except a broken shell.
And as your empty eyes; a doll's, broken down in pleasure, meet that of the Prince, a frisson of weary resignation seems to streak through Aether's gaze. To watch the one he had once journeyed with across Teyvat, a few centuries ago, the smile you'd once directed so easily in support of him, turned to one of obscene desire, as you beg for Aether to use you as he pleases...
The title of Prince, falling from your subjugated lips, in that instant, has never sounded as distasteful as it does; he turns his back on the scene of debauchery and strides further back into the darkness of the Abyss.
(Yes, I love my angst even in my dark fiction LOLOL. I like to think of Abyss Aether having known the Traveler Reader here from his journey across Teyvat once upon a time; a person he held fondness for, before the tragic truth of this world forced his hand, upon the one person, important in turning the cogs of Fate, Traveler Reader here,and assimilate them into pieces for the 'greater good'.)
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zo0rua · 1 year
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Some drawings I've done of Hua and Freyr, Hua's arms originally were meant to be similar to Zhongli's but I couldn't find my original reference (if I even had one) so I just had to stick with them being the same.
Also I ended up changing Freyr's lore so if you saw my last drawing of him forgot it, forget it even exists.
👀 Does anyone want to see more of my oc's? If so which ones, the ones I've posted about or my years old bnha ones?
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taconafide2 · 2 years
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kaeya is still so suspicious to me that box in a wall told us SO MUCH but also not enough. So he's not of royal blood but his first constellation is still called 'excellent blood'. the alberich clan tries to not leave any traces of it's existence. Everyone who thinks he's just 'some guy' after this is so incredibly wrong
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