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Shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people.

I was tagged by the awesome @m0n0lithical . Thanks for thinking of me! ❤️🎶 Ok! Cracking my knuckles and let’s go! 👊🏼 Also, I listen to a lot of random stuff and am not cordially invited to car DJ during family road trips.

1. “Blame”, Denai Moore

2. “Sudno” Molchat Doma

3. “Durdu Dünya”, She Past Away

4. “Титры” Vollny

5. “High Alone”, Sevdaliza

6. “Another Day”, This Mortal Coil

7. “Airdrops”, oqbqbo, Scandinavian Star

8. “Pistols at Dawn”, Seinabo Sey

9. “Beautiful Mongolian Horse”, Hanggai

10. “Matadora”, Sofi Tukker

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, but also @greighish (I just know you have killer playlists!), @damseljamsel, @alinelie, @simarcana, @agena87, @silentsundown, @stargazer-sims, @magicofsimplestories, @lynxsimago, and @berisims Did it already? Not in the mood? It’s all good, frens!

#tags game #not sims #music game #I do make folks listen to my music #uncordially #on occasion #my pirate name is Bluetooth #and I terrorize the airwaves #in our car at least

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Haikaveh Fanfics I Want to Read (Part 2)

<- Part 1.

Part 3. ->

1. The Palace of Alcarzarzaray might be called Kaveh’s magnum opus, but actually, it was more like a kick-start for his career. Kaveh hasn’t known a moment of peace since, with constant commissioners begging for him to choose their projects. The longer his waiting list gets, the more his fame grows and grows... So when a pair of people come out of the woodwork insisting they’re Kaveh’s long-lost parents, Alhaitham thinks it’s only right to be skeptical.

Kaveh agrees (for once), but... they’re so nice to him, and apparently he’s got siblings, and they haven't asked him for anything; they say they never meant to leave him, and they love him, and--and--how could he just turn them away? What if it’s true?

What if he has a real family?

Of course, when these so-called parents start encouraging Kaveh to move back home with them, Alhaitham becomes determined to unravel the lie and show them for the imposters they (almost) certainly are.

It’s only because it irks him to see people twist the truth and get away with it. It’s only because the logical step is to point out obvious manipulations when you spot them.

It’s got nothing at all to do with how empty the house will feel if Kaveh isn’t in it.

Nothing at all.

  Rest under the read more:

2. Okay, listen. The fact that Kaveh and Alhaitham are both 12s out of 10 does not change the fact that they’re also MASSIVE NERDS. The fic is just silly snippets of them being the graduate school gremlins they most definitely are:

Is it even fighting if all you are doing is reciting academic citations at each other?  

Saturday night, we are both at home doing nothing but debating over the rules to an ancient word game that we’ve mostly pieced together from the barest disconnected snippets of apocrypha and one oblique reference in a single receipt of sale from 1600 years ago, because we are Normal™. The most normal people in Sumeru, even.  

How Althaitham flirts: Practicing his newest language acquisition by translating nothing but obscure ancient love letters (“Well, they could have had romantic intention but we shouldn’t allow modern interpretations to color our perceptions without thorough analysis of their semantic contexts and candid awareness of the moral obligation of the translator to avoid speculation on connotations which might privilege biased readings--”). Then he heaps his transcriptions all over the top of Kaveh’s desk and chair and bed and...  

How Kaveh flirts: “I built you a bookshelf.”   “I take back every uncharitable thing I’ve said about architecture this week.”   “It is both climate-controlled and self-dusting. Also, it will catalog which books are missing after they’re removed from the shelf and remind you when it’s time to put them back in place so that you’re not tempted to leave your moldy tomes all over my--”   “Wait, who is this bookshelf actually for?”  

“See, I’m allowed to criticize his work, but you, peon, are absolutely not. Here is my 50-page rebuttal of your recent article critiquing the architect Kaveh’s research, in which I will outline exactly why you are an incomparable idiot who should be disbarred from publication ever again. Very uncordially, Alhaitham”  

The only time Alhaitham and Kaveh are unequivocally, indisputably, and inseparably a T E A M: Tavern Trivia Night. (The schedule for tavern trivia night is shortly thereafter altered to: “Any time in which Kaveh and Alhaitham are not on the premises. The management apologizes in advance for last minute trivia night cancellations, but asks patrons to please respect the rule that not even a single trivia question be spoken in the presence of the Light of Kshahrewar or the Akademiya’s scribe.”)

In other words, two geniuses live their very best lives together.

  3. When Prince Alhaitham's viziers started nagging about his lack of spouse to ensure an heir, he dismissed them out of hand. But the truth is, he can't inherit the full privileges of his family's throne (including unfettered access to the kingdom's collection of forbidden records) unless he upholds an ancient peace treaty between his country and their most useful trading neighbor: to become king of Haravatat, he has to marry a citizen of Kshahrewar. Alhaitham isn't the type to bow to social or legal pressure, but if it means he might finally be able to further his research, well, he's willing to swear even a marriage oath to get the knowledge he desires.

But he's not willing to marry anyone unworthy. He's not willing to marry anyone boring, or rote, or feeble-minded, or ill-tempered, or shrill, or under-educated, or ambivalent, or weak, or too polite, or--

If Kshahrewar is going to insist on a political marriage, then Alhaitham will insist on accepting only the best.

But now things are starting to look grim. Prince Alhaitham has interviewed and dismissed (in no polite terms), every eligible Kshahrewar maiden and and no small number of their eligible men besides. For Alhaitham, this is but a formality on his way to further reading, but for the Kingdom of Kshahrewar, real fears are stirring--if they can't find an acceptable candidate soon, the peace treaty that has ensured their alliance with Haravatat’s military-might could dissolve, and already the neighboring powers of Vahumana and Spantamad have been testing the boundaries of their borders...

Entirely out of options, the nervous kingdom gives in and sends the last person they'd want to lose: the Light of Kshahrewar, their beloved architect and most renowned scholar.

But it's all right, because Kaveh has a Plan®.

All right, admittedly, the plan was a lot closer to "Be way too beautiful to reject" than "Argue all night and wake up just to argue again," but hey, whatever works?

(Also known as: The Thousand and One Nights AU where Alhaitham's not quite crazy enough to kill the people he rejects but will crush their self-confidence; Kaveh's not great at telling stories but is great at debate; and the ultimate outcome is still the same very cliffhangery happy ever after.)

  4. If you asked Kaveh Kshahrewar, on-call urban planner for the city of Sumeru, he would expound at length and with several melodramatic sighs upon the fact that his life is fraught with a great many challenges and his fortunes are fraught with a great many (obvious in retrospect) mistakes.

To put it simply, Kaveh will tell you he just has rotten luck.

If you were to ask the High Council of Principalities of the Fifth Ring of the Host of Heaven, they would tell you that Kaveh’s luck is actually quite good... for a person in the targets of the dark legions of Hell itself.

There are some exceptional humans upon whom the wheels of fate are hung, whose very existence is destined to bring beautiful things to the world, to tip the balance in the eternal fight between good and evil firmly toward good. Kaveh is one such person, and therefore all his life he’s been a target of unseen forces that would rather see his light snuffed out.

But that last near-death experience was too close. If Kaveh is left to his own devices much longer, he very likely will perish, long before he’s able to achieve his fated great works for the world. Heaven has to do something.

Alhaitham is a very, very efficient Principality. Maybe the most efficient Principality the Host of Heaven has. But he’s never--not once since the beginning of creation--been called on to actually guard a human. Yes, yes, of course he’s read the manual cover to closing, but...

But no one thought to warn him that they were so very emotional.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!”

“I’m your guardian angel. I live here now.”

“911, I need to report a home invasion in progress! Please send help, there is a lunatic eating raw butter out of my fridge!”

(Or: The guardian angel AU where Kaveh is disaster prone because he is Very Cursed, and Alhaitham is even weirder than normal because his frame of reference for humans is still “wears fig leaves.” It’s a tragicomedy in six acts: Kaveh’s going to change the world for the better. His future is already written in stone. And nowhere in that record is there anything about falling in love with an angel, so Alhaitham knows he’s not supposed to be anything more than a bit part in this grand story.

Too bad Kaveh’s always sympathized with the side characters most.)

  5. During an exploratory trip to the desert ruins looking for remnants of the Deshret Script, lone researcher Alhaitham discovers a strange--and, in fact, magical--teapot, containing none other than a beautiful (but rather noisy) djinn.

“My name is Kaveh.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I’m a djinn.”

“I can tell.”

“I’ll grant you three wishes, if and only if--”

“Five wishes.”

“What?”

“You should grant me five wishes.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked politely.”

“You absolutely did not! Ugh, fine, I’ll grant you five wishes. But only--and I mean only!--if you’ll agree to set me free at the end.”

“All right, I swear.”

But where are they now?! Kaveh is getting desperate. It’s been six months, and Alhaitham hasn’t made a single wish! At this rate, Kaveh will never get free! He’ll be stuck bunking in a house full of tacky furniture, being tricked into doing the laundry and sweeping forever! This is so unfair; how is it even allowed?! Alhaitham is human; he has to have some kind of wish in that stone-thick head of his!

(The truth is, Alhaitham does have a wish. It just can’t be granted.

He swore an oath to set Kaveh free, after all.)

#haikaveh #kavetham #alhaitham/kaveh #kaveh/alhaitham #genshin impact #alhaitham #kaveh #genshin impact fanfic #fanfic ideas #I don't have time I just have ideas

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Zhongli | In Beloved Stars

ıllı Synopsis: Longevity is a burden to carry for immortals. But one should not wallow in self-pity. We make mistakes as mortals do, but we all have the chance to repent and do something better. Our lives outlive those of humans, but we saw how they thrive to have a fulfilling life. Why can’t we be better in the future too?

ıllı Genre: Romance

ıllı Notes: Zhongli x Female Reader, Description of Archon War and Cataclysm

ıllı Part 1: Zhongli - In Beloved Memories

ıllı A/N: The sequel is out! I’m really surprised I got this one out. I’m not sure if I’m satisfied, but this felt nearer to the ideal sequel I had in mind. I hope you will enjoy it!

“Planning on playing house with the Geo Archon, (Y/N)?” The uncordial voice from behind asked, watching your solemn figure stare at the festivities that engulfed Liyue Harbor. The luminescent lights were too bright for your eyes, so you opted to observe from afar, away from humans and deities alike. Yet, this person would always know where you are.

“So, humor has not fully left you, I see. Does the Abyss Order need anything from the simple old me?” You sneered, disdain flashing in your eyes. The figure scoffed, materializing a set of scrolls familiar to those who encountered you.

“We made the necessary set-ups in Enkanomiya. The mechanism prior to Dainsleif’s interference was recovered. The next step relies on you.” Aether replied. It might not be overtly said, but his words were orders to get the next part of the job done immediately. There was no time to be wasted, not even on simple self-indulgence. You simply sighed, utilizing your power to transport the two of you back to your workshop.

It had nearly been five centuries since you met the Abyss Prince, and your encounter was not in any good circumstances. In fact, it was the time when civilizations crumbled, and Teyvat bathed in corruption. The amount of bloodshed and divine residues left in the desert were instilled in your mind. Bodies were strewn across Sumeru, tainting the sands and its waters dark red. The plants withered, and the forest creatures scampered away from the battlefield for safety. You were on the side that fought the Abyss until Aether came to you.

‘Your heart tells you that siding with Celestia brought nothing but pain, so why do you force yourself? Why still follow a destiny that will once again cycle to bring disaster?’ He whispered back then. Unconsciously, you touched the scar on your left arm. It was a reminder of that day, that you betrayed your friends and aided the Abyss.

The past cannot be changed, but there is still the present and the future that you could take reign of. Hence, you did not dare involve yourself further in their plan, at least not with the majority of it. Revenge could take a toll on anyone’s body and mind, even with satisfying results. Aether noticed your internal struggles throughout the years. He disliked your reluctance, but he could not let go of your potential that rivaled those of Khaenri’ah’s engineers. Not yet.

“Let me see the current status of that mechanism. I would also like for you to see this sealed crystal from before. It had been exuding an ominous aura that tampered with leylines and elements. I haven’t pried much, but I hope this would be of help. I’ll give you my thoughts in a few.” You voiced, focusing on the scrolls laid on your table. Aether sat down on another chair to read the research you made on the said crystal. It detailed the effects and sealing as well as how to reverse it. He would have to keep an eye on that until then.

You, on the other hand, saw the damage on the core. It would need immediate smoldering of the same material and elemental pressure to keep it stable. By adding a few touches to the layout, you finished your work. You rolled them away before glancing at the desk where metals and rocks were laying about. This would have been something you could enjoy centuries ago with Guizhong and Deshret, but they were swept away by the consequences of the bloodstained fate.

“Aether, how could you go strong against the tides of time? You never seemed to waver in the face of death. I’m no fool, you must have noticed already that my mind and body grew tired of such pursuit, yet yours strived through the pain.” You muttered enough for him to hear.

“I have a person to come home to. We promised to see each other again at the end of this journey.” He simply answered.

“I see.” The slight movement of your sleeves showed the bracelet the God of Dust had long worn. You gazed at it for a moment.

Home was a foreign thought to you who was constantly on the move. Aether did not mean a house or any structure at that, but more of a person. That individual became his reason to move forward, to gain freedom against what trapped them here.

‘Maybe it’s time that I should be honest too.’ You thought.

“I’m done. You can give tell the lectors and heralds to investigate this. Enjou should know where to get these materials. Also, I fear that I will not be able to join you in this fight anymore. I’ve grown weary, but I wish to see you succeed. Teyvat became an unwanted prison because of the deity’s fear of outside corruption. This world was supposedly a paradise, yet the wars and death made it feel like a colosseum where only the strongest ones survive.” You sadly mused. Aether took the scrolls out of your hands, sending it back using his power. His golden eyes stared at yours intently before he traced the scar on your left arm. It made you shudder.

“You never swore loyalty to me nor the Abyss, yet you were a companion who fought with me through time. I do not wish to let you go just yet, so, do one more job for me. Enjou will be your partner, and I will announce later your ‘withdrawal’ from the organization. Just know that from here on out, the Abyss Order will treat you like an enemy.” He firmly warned. You smiled and nodded, taking his hand away from you. Whatever relationship you had before was now coming to an end.

The Abyss Prince left your workshop shortly after, leaving specks of abyssal energy in your wake. Possibly, the last memory you will see of him was his broader back that seemed stronger than before. You wished things could have been different, but the current you wished to simply see life as it was truly meant to.

“Let’s take a short stroll by the Guili Plains, then. It might clear my mind up a little.”

Stepping out of your workshop, you inhaled the fresh scent of mountain winds. The crisp chill in the air made your arms shiver lightly, yet it brought vigor to your exhausted body. Walking towards your destination, you met a few elderlies who welcomed you, unaware that a divine being mingled with them. It reminded you of the past when you would pull your friends to join you and enjoy the festivities the humans hold every now and then.

Upon reaching Guili Plains, you stopped in your tracks to watch the view ahead. What was once a lively province bustling with humans was now a deserted ruin occasionally visited by elders and the Millelith. It might have been in a barren state now, but the tranquility over the area was welcoming. You sat by the meadow and let the wind caress your figure.

“I didn’t expect to meet you here, dear friend.” The familiar baritone echoed across your ears, causing you to whip your head in its direction. Gentle joy and relief were evident on his face while yours reflected surprise and longing. Standing up, you slowly reached a hand to his face.

“Morax, it is you. I am not dreaming.” You muttered while he nuzzled further into your hands.

“I am now called Zhongli, a simple mortal living a mundane life as a consultant. However, I am delighted to finally see you back in Liyue.” He said, taking your hand to sit again by the grass.

It was difficult to hide the joy that you felt at the moment. His presence alone chased the thoughts that threatened to occupy your mind and fester with negativity. Words easily escaped your lips as you asked questions about Liyue’s current status, including the reason why he chose to give up his gnosis. He remained tight-lipped about his dealings with the Cryo Archon, and you understood the secrecy. In return, you told him stories of your own journey, dodging the memories you spent in the Abyss Order. It was not yet the time for honesty, or maybe there will never be a time for one. This might become a secret you will carry to the grave.

Zhongli, who intently listened to your stories, found mirth in one of your quests in Sumeru with the Forest Rangers and musings in Mondstadt with a certain bard. He was happy to see you fulfill your dreams of exploring Teyvat to learn more about mechanics and engineering. He loved how the passion that silently burned before now blaze with iridescent colors.

Suddenly recalling the time of the day, he asked if you had seen the entirety of Liyue Harbor. You told him no, and it gave him the chance to invite you to explore the harbor and familiarize yourself with the place. Truth be told, you had only been there once with Ping’s help to find him and see how he was doing. Zhongli could see the hesitation in your eyes and was about to take it back when you turned to him with a small smile.

“I… It… would be lovely to see the harbor with you.” You hesitated, actions not unnoticed by the God of Contracts. He attributed it to your shy nature, but he had a gut feeling that it might have stemmed from something deeper. He trusted that you would tell him in time, but for now, he wished to show you the lives of the humans you loved.

The God of Contracts escorted you to the harbor, introducing you to vendors that littered the port. One merchant called you out and gave you free candies sunsettia to welcome you to the region. Warmth blossomed in your chest as you tasted the delicacy, enjoying its sweetness. You shared it with the god beside you, him opting to eat it from your hand, making you flustered. He simply smiled and led you to the center of the docks where a music battle was ongoing. The melody they created was unique and creative, and you were sure that Ping appreciated their creations more than anything.

Going up and passing over the bridge, he led you to a restaurant called Third Knockout. Celebratory food was sold, and the storyteller was enthusiastically retelling stories from old times. He led you to an empty table away from the crowd after sensing your discomfort. You appreciated his acts of service, but it also brought emotions you thought were long gone.

‘I still love him even after all these years. It seems like I really can’t let go that easily.’ You thought as you take a shrimp ball from the plate, the umami bursting in your mouth. Noticing the lack of seafood on the table, you could not help but tease the male.

“You still dislike seafood even after all these years. Hahaha! I’m glad that didn’t change.” You voiced. Zhongli coughed out his embarrassment.

“You know why I don’t like seafood. The slimy texture and the scent that won’t wash off remind me of bygone days when I had to exterminate them from the sea and shore. I could still recall how exhausting it was to visit houses door to door to seal those foul creatures for good, and yet, their descendants seemed to have survived and thrived as… seafood delicacy ingredients of today.” He groaned. You could not help but laugh at his misery. It was not often that the Geo Archon articulates his distaste for them, but when he did, the faces he made were a memory to keep.

After eating and paying for the food, you two went to Heyu Tea House to relax. The black tea they served immediately became your favorite. Zhongli recommended trying their osmanthus tea the next time you two visit. You nodded then watched the orchestra play below.

“Will you be settling in Liyue now?” He asked.

“Mm. Maybe I’ll reside in Wangshu Inn for the time being while I finish my new abode. I hope Xiao won’t mind.” You replied.

“Will it be all right if I visit you from time to time?” There was confusion evident on your face as to why he would need your permission to see you, but you gave him a positive answer instead. He smiled and continued sipping his tea.

It did not take long for you to know why he asked that question. Three days after you settled near Wangshu Inn, the funeral consultant would come to your house to bring gifts or simply enjoy tea or wine with you. He would even join you in your workshop when you worked on new mechanisms. It was hard not to let him know about your past with the abyss, and it felt like a sin trying to hide it from him. The guilt ate you from the inside, but you urged yourself to think that it was for the best. Aether possessed a twisted radical mind, and he was aware of the sacrifices to be made. You wished to believe that, or delusion, in this case, it was hard to tell.

On one clear day, Zhongli decided to visit you with a gift in hand. A bouquet of plum blossoms would be good decor for your new home. He also had a jade bracelet designed in your motif. It was supposedly a day to share with you two alone, but Childe and the Traveler (whom he dragged after their battle) let their curiosities get the best of them. Sighing, he hoped that you would not mind guests in your abode.

Zhongli knocked on your door, but there was no reply. He tried again until Childe went to the back and saw your figure by the waters. The sway in the wind and chimes that accompanied your movements mesmerized him, and he thought you were a fairy, like those in popular fables in Snezhnaya.

“You did not tell us that we will be meeting a fairy, Xiansheng. Can I take her back to Snezhnaya?” He joked, but it was shut down by the dark look on the Geo Archon’s face that faded the moment the music faded. The 11th Harbinger was stunned, and the Traveler had to nudge him back to reality.

“L-Lumine, he did not just glare at me, right!? You saw that look right!?” Childe fussed. Lumine pinched his left ear down.

“You should really know when to time your jokes. Come on, I think we startled her enough.” She pulled the ginger to where you and Zhongli were talking. He glanced back at them and introduced them to you. The familiar blond hair and eyes startled you. Lumine was much more beautiful than Aether described her to be.

“My name is (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you Lumine, Childe. Zhongli talked about you two a lot, and I’m glad that he had good companions to help him out, especially when handling Mora. I do apologize on his behalf if he spent more than he let on. He’s learning, I promise.” You gave them a wry smile. Zhongli wrinkled his forehead in confusion. Childe was willing to pay for him, so he just took advantage of it, and the products that he bought were truly valuable to be bought in bulk.

“I know what you’re thinking, and no, it’s crucial to live economically if you wish to have a debt-free life. Now, stop with the wrinkles. It doesn’t suit your beautiful face.” You soothed his forehead, unaware of how intimate your actions had been. Zhongli was perplexed while the other two whistled at the public display of affection.

You turned to them to ask if they wished to have lunch with you, only to see their teasing faces. It made you stop in your tracks and immediately get flustered.

“Umm, p-please don’t mind that. I-I’ll prepare a quick lunch right away. Please sit by the stone table over there.” You uttered, a little loud to your liking.

They watched you dash to your home. Childe could not help himself at how adorable it would be to tease you. Lumine, too, had a similar feeling. They turned to the Geo Archon who was already on his way to the table. They wished to ask how he was feeling, but the red tint on his ears was enough to say how he, too, was embarrassed by the skinship.

“Say, Xiansheng, are you courting this lady? You brought gifts, and I haven’t noticed you that much in Liyue Harbor anymore. Could it be that you’ve been coming here to visit her?” Childe prodded. Lumine sat down beside the ginger and also commented on how he seemed to become more animated around you.

“Your eyes light up more whenever she talks, and you looked darkly at Childe earlier after that comment. He’s bound to have nightmares later.” Lumine jested. Childe pouted and was about to complain, but she shut him up with a pinch to his thigh. Zhongli could feel a sigh escape his lips. He wished he could easily deny their words, but it would be like denying his love for you. The concept was not new to him, but experiencing it with you felt like a dream.

“Childe seemed to love saying unnecessary things nowadays. He should have learned by now how to read social cues.” He replied, sipping the tea (which materialized out of nowhere, not that you would know). The two gave him incredulous looks.

‘Look who’s calling the kettle black. He’s down bad, isn’t he?’ Before they could usher more information about you, the smell of food immediately wafted through the air. The sound of clinking plates caught Zhongli’s ears, and he stood up to help you out. You gave him a sheepish smile.

“Thank you. I only got to prepare your favorites because I thought you were coming alone. I hope your guests wouldn’t mind the lack of variety for lunch.” You voiced, unsure of your decisions for lunch. Zhongli smiled and placed a featherlight kiss on your head as assurance.

“They love any food, but we might have to prepare another cutlery for Childe. He’s not… adept with chopsticks even after I taught him several times already.” He teased. Your eyes widened at his badmouthing, opting to keep the laugh that threatened to escape you. Zhongli watched you try to hide your laugh, and he found it adorable.

The day was full of banter between Childe and Zhongli, mostly the ginger being bullied. Lumine, on the other hand, told you stories of her adventures particularly her quest in Inazuma. The news of the region’s borders closing was no secret to you. It was talked about a lot by travelers and adventurers that the place was branded a danger for a while by the majority. The lockdown and the Vision Hunt Decree instilled fear in the Electro Archon’s people. You could not even imagine how it was to fight an army to free the country. The blond traveler assured you that the Raiden Shogun had realized her wrongdoings and was now on the road to redemption. It will be difficult from here on out, you surmised.

“I assume the next place will be Sumeru? You will have to pass through the Chasm and meet with the Forest Rangers. They will guide you to Sumeru City. The Land of Wisdom might just be the place to get clues with regards to your journey.” You uttered, gazing at the waters before you. Lumine noticed the cryptic tone in your voice, and although she wanted to pry, she could feel that you wished for her to discover it on her own.

Lumine stood up and held your hand, thanking you for your hospitality. She informed Childe that they should return to the harbor now or Paimon will throw a tantrum. He groaned, not really wanting to walk a mile. It made you laugh, but out of consideration, you materialized a container that held refreshments.

“Take this and drink it along the way. Liyue Harbor is a bit far, and I truly appreciate the visit. Come by again if you wish to enjoy tea, will you?” You urged. The two nodded, then looked at Zhongli who turned to you. He held your hand and gave it a tender kiss.

‘T-This man! How scandalous can he get!?’ You flushed.

“Enjoy the rest of your day, (Y/N). We will be going now.” His eyes were twinkling with mirth as he saw the red tint coat on your cheeks. Only a flustered nod was his reply, but he was satisfied.

Once they were out of sight, you sat down exhausted. The Geo Archon’s affection suddenly confused you. Morax rarely showed affection to anyone publicly. The Anemo Archon even pointed out how expressionless and a blockhead he could be at times. Love was not a foreign concept to you, but its fullness was. You wished Zhongli would say how he truly felt about you. Was it all right to love him? To be with him?

‘Or am I just trying to hurt myself again by hoping?’

Days later, you received a letter from Zhongli when you were out with Ping and Cloud Retainer, who were kind enough to accompany you to trek up the mountains. When they noticed who it was from, they let out teasing looks and comments. You were flustered, denying that it was just an invitation to visit Nantianmen where Azdhaha slumbered.

Suddenly, Guizhong crossed your thoughts. You were once again filled with anxiety and fear to express affection to your friend’s lover, even when she had already passed. Ping noticed it and held your hand.

“She will be happy that you two are moving on. She’s not the type to harbor ill feelings, and— Aya, I wish I could tell you more, but Morax should be the one to say it. Trust in him, (Y/N), and we all want what’s best for you two.” You smiled at her words. Ping knew how to assure you every time, and you appreciate her for that.

You sent your reply, and two days later, here you were in Nantianmen. The vibrant color of the tree’s leaves was an astonishing sight, and the crisp smell of the wind calmed your senses. However, that tranquility was destroyed the moment you felt a dimension rift not far from you. Standing there was an electro abyss herald who was seething with rage.

“You insolent insect! His Highness was kind enough to let you serve the Order, and you dare give up for the sake of a peaceful life!? Have you forgotten the bloodshed, (Y/N)?” It sneered. You could feel the intense concentration of electro waiting to hit you.

“Aether knew my value, and he was no fool to see how exhausted I had been. My promise was kept, and this will be taken to my grave. He did warn me that not all of you will be in favor of such decision. I have never once forgotten the bloodshed, but I was also a part of those that caused blood to taint this land. I’ve come to repent here in silence.” You answered.

The abyss lector growled and pointed its hand towards you, firing bolts of electro. You dodged them successfully and rushed to attack him. Using the Dendro element, you forced the plants to restrain it in place and hit its jaw. The lector stumbled before imploding the electro field around him. It grazed your neck and left arm, making it bleed. You took out your weapon and hit its stomach, the lector growled and swiped at you. You docked down then rallied consecutive attacks on it.

“Insolent fool! The abyssal light will shine the truth on you!” It roared. The ridiculous phrase they utter started to irritate you. Suddenly, three bolts of electro chased after you. It scorched the land, wilting the flowers around. You tried to break down its shield, but dendro could only do so much.

“Shit.” One bolt curled around you and electrified your veins. A chilling scream escaped your lips, unable to conceal the pain. Feeling your knees weaken, your body buckled.

“You should have known better than to wish peace for this life, not when the Order has yet to gain their revenge. You were an utter fool, (Y/N).” It whispered. Suddenly, a stone spear hit the lector. It staggered away from you, and the electro bindings disappeared. Burnt marks were visible around you, and your heavy breathes signaled Zhongli of the damage you sustained.

“You are not welcome in this land. Get lost.” He ordered. The lector merely laughed and tried to attack him, but Zhongli had already prepared his shield to protect you. The sharp spears rained down on the enemy, hitting the vital parts. It groaned in pain, reduced to its knees.

The lector looked at you in warning. It voiced its anger at you for leaving the Order and wishing you no peace. There was a rift in the dimension, and the enemy was gone. Zhongli dematerialized his weapon and turned to you who was holding your wound. The Dendro energy was healing it slowly, but it was eating at your stamina.

“I do not wish to force you to be honest with me, (Y/N). Your judgment alone knows whether your actions are for Liyue’s safety or not.” He voiced, turning his back to you. The inkling he had back then finally clicked in his mind.

Your thoughts fumbled inside you, unsure of what you should say. You could feel your hands tremble in fear, and the way he turned his back intensified that emotion.

‘No… Please don’t go. Don’t leave just yet. I—‘

“Don’t go. Please.” You whimpered, unable to look at him anymore.

The Geo Archon stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at your pleas. The sound of your pitiful cry made him crouch down and wipe your tears. It was difficult to stop yourself from breaking down. You knew that it was because you did not want him to go and leave you alone for something you wanted to repent for.

“I… I can’t tell you everything, but I want you to know what really happened to me. Why I chose that road.” You explained your journey throughout the years, and how decapitating the memories of losing loved ones was to you. Zhongli held you closer to him, listening intently as you clutched his coat.

Once you were done, you looked at him for his reaction. You saw the disappointment in his eyes, and you felt perturbed. However, it was not because of you, but of himself. He let you go back then to your own devices, afraid that you will push him away. And now, you also carried innocent blood in your hands.

“Longevity is truly a burden to carry for immortals. But one should not wallow in self-pity. We make mistakes as mortals do, but we all have the chance to repent and do something better. Our lives outlive those of humans, but we saw how they thrive to have a fulfilling life. Why can’t we be better in the future too? You are not alone, (Y/N), no matter how much it feels that way. The people who cherish you, and who hold deep affection for you are here. I am here.” Zhongli said, wiping the tears from your eyes. He patted your head, comforting you in his own way. Your eyes watered at his sincere words.

“How do you always know the right words to say? You see right through everything I put up.” Zhongli smiled at your words, placing his forehead on you. His warmth calmed you down as you listened to his next words.

“I cherish you more than you know, Dear. I vie for your love even from before. So please, let me stand by your side this time. Let me protect you against the past that continues to hunt you. Be the stronghold that you can rely on to stand again and face the future bravely.” He pleaded. You moved away from his warmth and asked.

“How about Guizhong? Wasn’t she your lover?” Zhongli saw the unease in your figure, so he held your hand, intertwined it with his, and looked at you directly in the eyes.

“Of the past, yes. But we realized that love can be familial too. We both felt true love in our own time, not one that we realized sooner. Her with another, and mine with you. You became a special existence in my life. So this time, will you accept this sincerity of mine?” He asked. You nodded, whispering your answer to him. Zhongli’s lips curled up before leaving a featherlight kiss on your lips. It made you smile, heart finally at ease.

“I love you, now, tomorrow, and for thousands more to come.”

Tags: @no-regrets-just-confusion

Please do not copy or repost my stories, but notes and reblogs are always appreciated!

#genshin impact #genshin #zhongli x reader #zhongli #romance

[azzifudd]

after seeing that picture of Azzi I NEED a cruise dump from her like it’s so hard 💔😕💔💔 #ibegazziplspost

I’m starting to fear that paige is gatekeeping our wife because she knows how uncordial we’re going to be

[stewieonthewall]

pleaseee the look P was giving Azzi in that vid was- well imma stop before we get too uncordial

imma just leave this here 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#pazzi

[1five1two]

Honest winter, snow clad and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; but that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping loom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honor of May - how often has it robbed me of heart and hope.

George Gissing

#quotes #seasons #may #bad weather

[sprout-fics]

Jesus Christ all you care about is numbers, isn’t it? Let people write what they want and how they want, there’s literally no need to be rude and rag on other people’a writing just because it’s “popular”. Like how do you expect people to get better at writing and want to continue writing if all you’re going to do is shame them for how they write? If someone’s fics are getting more attention then yours, maybe it’s because they don’t guilt trip people into reblogs and put down other writers.

Anon when have I EVER done anything other than encourage other writers and tell them to do exactly that- to write whatever they want? Give me an instance where I have shamed another writer for doing how they please, I'll wait. I actively encourage people to pursue writing as a hobby and to have faith in themselves when they are trying to improve, no matter what skill level they are at. You are putting words in my mouth that do not belong there. That and your tune is incredibly uncordial and I do not appreciate it.

I think you were set off by that post, the one which you either did not correctly read or blatantly chose to ignore the message of. The post was encouraging writers who do not get to see their fics become 'popular', which is a completely arbitrary distinction that has no impact on the quality of the work itself. It is NOT saying popular fics are only popular because they are shallowly written or have poor writing. what it IS saying is that there are some fics that are not 'popular' that are just as good as those fics that may appear on the first page of AO3 results.

I say this as someone who's fic is currently 2nd in Kudos in Din x Reader. Sure, I am proud of that honor. But in the end it doesn't matter because there are so many fics that are just as good if not wildly better than my own. There's so many hidden gems with beautiful and stunning prose that are wildly unappreciated, which is the point of that post that you seem to have misread.

As for your accusation about 'numbers'. I could care less. I write for myself. I write things that I want to because I find writing to be a fulfilling hobby that I enjoy. I continue to establish on this blog that you are allowed to be writing explicitly for numbers, but that at the end of the day you should be writing because it is a hobby that you enjoy and that you find fulfilling. Write badly, write well, write however you damn well please. I'm proud of you for simply opening a draft and jotting down a story idea. I'm proud of the people who appear on the first or last page of fic results. We are all writers, and we should be encouraging and lifting up each other rather than attacking each other.

Don't put words in my mouth that don't belong.

#congratulations #anon privileges have been revoked because of you #absolute shame on you for trying to twist that post into making me something I am not #I am so furious with this

[cerseimikaelson]

Viola had a thousand questions. Inside the envelope was a folded invitation in cursive golden lettering that hurt her dyslexic eyes. When she finally made it out, she had to do a double take.

You are uncordially invited to Charon’s 3182nd birthday party.

Date: Today

Time: 20.00 pm, Underworld time

Location: Where do you think?

Security code is ‘Cerberus’

Be late and he’ll eat you.

-You're on your own kid, by Cersei_Mikaelson on ao3.

#you guys ever look at your own fics and are like #what did i just write #percy jackson fanfiction #this was my self indulgent fic #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #rick riordan #there is a wrath of the triple goddess reference in there #i couldn't help myself #greek myths #my stories #ao3 #cerseimikaelson

[aubreality]

Greetings mortals. It is I, the Supreme Overload of Ice!

I was summoned by my -huff- "friends" Ibuki and princess Sonia to greet you all. Though, it is more of honor for you mortals to be in the presence of Tanaka the Forbidden One

However, I will not be uncordial, as I will be berated if I do not "behave." Therefore, I, Gundham Tanaka, and my Four Dark Devas of Destruction, welcome you all here! Let us laugh uproariously! Fwuahahahaha!

#gundham tanaka #danganronpa

[risotto38]

you're uncordially invited

#tiny tina #tiny tina borderlands #borderlands fanart #borderlands 2 #tiny tina's wonderlands #my art

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

This is my lifelong crisis and yall have been uncordially invited.

[doomxdriven]

The Captain that had originally led Jezebel to one of the Seireitei's many training grounds had been called away to deal with some urgent matter, leaving her to her own devices on this late night. The Captain had said they would return soon, but it had been close to an hour now, and there had been no sign of them or anyone else for that matter…. that is, until a chilling breeze made its way through the training grounds, one that would see most of the torches and lanterns that had been lighting the vicinity blown out, leaving only the ones nearest to Jezebel lit.

Seconds after the torches and lanterns had been subdued, a voice would be heard, or more specifically laughter, laughter that was low, guttural, and that seemed to echo from every corner of the training grounds, as if it were emanating from nowhere and yet everywhere at once.

The laugh would not last forever of course, and when it subsided is when Jezebel would likely feel it, the heavy, ominous spiritual presence of someone there in the training grounds with her. Not long after, a vortex of shadowy, violet energy would erupt from the ground at the center of the room, and from it, a tall, dark figure would slowly emerge, their porcelain visage turned in Jezebel's direction, their crooked form just barely visible in the dim lighting.

"Pleasant greetings, Substitute Shinigami," Bansui says from behind his mask, his voice low, gravelly, though not at all uncordial, "I have… heard many things, about thee. How marvelous it is to….. finally, converse." // @soulxfragments

#soulxfragments #bansui: ic #;your heart is darkness (BANSUI: MAIN VERSE); #bansui vc: 👁___👁 #//HERES THAT STARTER! I THINK THIS COULD BE INTERESTING lmaO #//kinda based the setup off what yoU MENTIONED IN THE IMS! HOPE ITS ALRIGHT!

[samlickereightyone]

okay maybe i was just having uncordially loud sex but who is doing take on me karaoke at 9 pm

[truths89]

Rotten Oji (Kola Nut)

The only two Black women attending a public series lecture by the Columbia School of Journalism are seated at the back of the audience. Before attendees arrived, I was sitting first when the soundcheck was undergoing testing. The other Black woman enters later and is scanning the room. She sits in the same row as me but on the opposite end. She then gets up, walks around me, and sits two seats directly in front of me. Shortly after that, she got up and appeared to be headed to the exit when she prompted an interaction by asking me an ironic question. 

An energetic description of the extended exchange: 

A Roach seeks to interact with a Bee. To whom she says, “Do I know you?” The Bee responds, ‘not to my knowledge!’ The Roach then proceeds to objectify and interrogate the phenotype of the Bee anthropologically. Although disturbed, the Bee was curious to listen to the Roach. The Roach could not place the lineage of the Bee before her, stating, “Your problem is your features are blended.” When the Bee informed the Roach that she was witnessing an Igbo Girl, the Roach contested the Bee’s lineage. Startled, the Bee inquired why the Roach believed her lineage was not Igbo. The Roach stated that she could see Fulani features or West Indies phenotypes in the Bee’s face. In translation, the Roach observed how yellow the Bee appeared before her, but the light was unfamiliar. The sight of a humble yet majestic Apidae could be disorienting. The Roach could not distinguish whether the Bee was any of the following: Honeybee, Bumblebee, Stingless Bee, Carpenter Bee, Mason Bee, Leafcutter Bee, Sweat Bee, Mining Bee, Squash Bee, or Cuckoo Bee. The genus of the Roach was inconsequential to the Igbo Bee but peculiarly entertaining. This Roach had a sweet tooth and saw the honey in the Igbo Bee. 

The Roach identified as royal, and I agree that she exhibited a taste for royal honey. I would never contest the regality of the Roach, for that is not a species to which I bear shared heritage. 

The Roach is also a Bushwoman. This Bushwoman is trying to sell you meat, but doo-doo flies stalk the meat. And the SMELL makes you want to throw up the good food you just ate. She swore the goat was healthy like the goat was so pretty that she didn’t want to kill it. And now the Bushwoman wants to sell it to you because you deserve that good goat meat. With all of the doo-doo flies and the smell, that makes you ask, what in God’s world is happening?

The same Bushwoman is also a pastor who is confident that as a wife, you should go back to your husband, even though he rapped and beat you and he was just all kinds of wicked. It would help if you went back to him. God does not like a woman who does not honor her husband, even if she is scared he will kill her in her sleep. You have to be loyal; marriage is a divine holy union, and you have to honor the sacredness of the marriage. Even if he rapes you, beats you, steals your money, or demeans you, even if you are living in horror, having nightmares, and nothing in your life is flourishing. But that marriage, you must stay with that man. God does not like it otherwise. The Pastor-Bushwoman says it is true. This a different kind of Bushwoman--I tell you, oh. 

The Juju dust faded as I planned to depart from the Roach-Bushwoman-Pastor. Neither her phone nor tablet were working or chargeable, and she stated she was hungry several times. And the more she spoke, the more I ascertained she was the drone of a mami wata spirit. I am not a classist, but I am a healthist. As I sat with her grandiose 6th sense, she sought to convince me that all the truth I burrow between the canals of my soul, heart, and spirit, which I nestle multidimensionally, was untrue. 

After 10 pm, at the Pulitzer Hall, she scrambled to pull inert items out of her bag, seeking to call someone for a lift to Far Rockaway. Although I initially considered sharing my phone, there was an uncordial demand to use my phone. Because I know my bloodlines so well, I could see her antennas and appendages, those of a water roach.  

As I boarded the nearest train, I thought: Unsupervised hubris is dangerous.

#columbia university #Igbo #kola nut #energy #trollingtheivorytower #zisa aziza

[ao3feed-dianawynnejones]

Uncordial loathing

https://ift.tt/cP6jtHO by Petra The Magid advisory for Rivers of London's Earth. Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Magids Series - Diana Wynne Jones, Rivers of London - Ben Aaronovitch Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Maree Mallory, Cecelia Tyburn Thames Additional Tags: Drabble, Brexit via AO3 works tagged 'JONES Diana Wynne - Works' https://ift.tt/NCgPpEW

#Diana Wynne Jones #ao3feed #AO3 works tagged 'JONES Diana Wynne - Works'