FROST BITTEN

This is a roleplay blog dedicated to part of the upper echelon of the fatui: her Majesty the Tsaritsa, Archon of love & war - & the Second, Ninth, & Eleventh harbingers: the Doctor, the Regrator, the Childe Young Lord. In addition, it features the Innamorati - aka the maskless of the commedia dell'arte: Diluc Ragnvindr & Kaeya Ragnvindr Alberich. Most of these are villains & you should expect dark themes regardless. ( A full muse tag list is available for your blacklisting convenience. ) Scripted by Asrael.

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PINNED !  this is a multi-muse roleplay blog dedicated to part of the upper echelon of the fatui + her majesty the tsaritsa, plus alhaitham & the estranged ragnvindr brothers. it contains dark & nsfw themes as it deals with dark & nsfw characters. i am not interested in rping with anyone under the age of 23.

you can call me cain. c: 29 / he-him.

there’s a pretty rules page, & all characters have their own tags so you can blacklist whoever you’re not here for. tws will not be tagged. character availability can be found on the cast page.

ACTIVITY !  is like I____I_____I__I____I . it’s the occasional burst of activity & then i just lurk on the dash & hoard prompts / threads / etc for a while as my writing juice recharges. this isn’t something that can be pinned down to specific days of the week or a set amount of days in between activity. i might post the occasional ic thing in the __ periods, but... don’t expect to see Your Thing coming up. additionally i don’t actually go through everything when i have an active moment. i default to people i’m more familiar with due to our old pal social phobia, but i certainly try to engage new people c:

FICTION =/= REALITY !  if you can’t conduct yourself with decency ( i.e. take responsibility for your own triggers & emotions without blaming others for being able to enjoy fiction that you don’t ), you’re not welcome here. obviously no-one has to be into anything, either. it is encouraged not to follow / to block. take care of yourself.

i DO NOT CARE whether people ship k/aeluc. it’s fine by me.

REGARDING  SENDING  IN  MEMES & RANDOM  ASKS !  we don’t have to have smth plotted out- or to have even talked ooc -for u to waltz into my inbox! however, in those cases it’s best to add a bit onto the meme ( like w/e vague or specific idea sprang into ur mind as u picked it ) so i have something to go off of. i tend not to reply when i have no idea of the other end of the interaction.

i AM NOT MUTUALS ONLY. i block people i can’t see myself interacting with.

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PSA. while i am back, i am only checking in here & there so i am more sparsely present than before. i apologise for not being around here across the holidays like i intended oop life happened & it got my head fuller than really allowed for me to even notice how much time was passing lol. that said, i am. here. just. makes ghost noises y'know sparsely. i will check in here & there to answer messages & deal with replies, rather than being on the dash daily. i hope that doesn't kill the vibe! my replies are just slow af.

just wanted to put that out here. please don't get disheartened by me appearing to not be here! i am. just. shrugs. i'm here to reply to stuff only, basically. rather than living on the dash like before.

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THERE is no reason ayaks wouldn't know a bit of khaen, thanks to his 3 months with skirk. yes i'm putting this out here for all my chaeya homies. would kaeya have ptsd flashbacks if he had sweet nothings whispered into his ear in khaen? would he even understand his mother tongue well enough to parse those particular terms? yes, maybe, give it to me.

( casually strolls up to a hilichurl camp to barter the boar he just slaughtered for some already tanned leather. paimon screechings commence. )

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PSA. while i am back, i am only checking in here & there so i am more sparsely present than before. i apologise for not being around here across the holidays like i intended oop life happened & it got my head fuller than really allowed for me to even notice how much time was passing lol. that said, i am. here. just. makes ghost noises y'know sparsely. i will check in here & there to answer messages & deal with replies, rather than being on the dash daily. i hope that doesn't kill the vibe! my replies are just slow af.

just wanted to put that out here. please don't get disheartened by me appearing to not be here! i am. just. shrugs. i'm here to reply to stuff only, basically. rather than living on the dash like before.

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me: i won't write alhaitham me: me: so neway a.h. gets cuteness aggression when kaveh [ exists ]

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KAEYA strolls up. there's a healthy crowd gathered 'round, & there is no way in the seven hells that no-one will see this. as a matter of fact, someone has known better than to take their eyes off him-

        l i c k s a certain statue.

the riot of deep offence & the approach of a dutiful milelith. kaeya's laughter answers each in bright peals.

    " happy lantern rite~ "

which he'll be spending in jail for oh, i don't know, defacement of public property? inappropriate use of semi-holy objects? who cares, if it brings a twinkle to amber eyes.

       & happy birthday.

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KAEYA  nobody ask why he has some dark, dark brown ( with golden ends?? ) braided into his own blue rat tail.      you simply would not be able to understand.

                smug smug fashion baby

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taps the mic. crystal flies are mildly attracted to kaeya. if they're near to him they will gently sway in his direction, some taking a faint perch in his hair or fur while others drift about him peaceably.

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BLOG REOPENING

hewwo hewwo fellas & fuckos. winks with both eyes. i'm possibly going to slide in around here throughout the holiday season bc the writing itch be itching, so i'll provide an update on the muse list & the dynamics / threads i'd like to keep ( if y'all are also down ) from before my break.

if you would like this post if you're ( still / again / whatever ) interested in writing with me, i'd really appreciate it ! it'd let me know where to get started again ❤ i'm mainly looking for threads over meme replies, although the threads don't have to be lengthy or involved per se. inbox things just aren't doing it for me.

MUSES

UNDER RECONSIDERATION : KHIONIYA / TSARITSA ( open to all )

I wanna keep her, but I've gotta rewrite her. I've been going on pure wishfulfilment MommyTM vibes, but we need a bit more canon accuracy lmfao. Goddess/Archon of Love, yes, but I ought not ignore that she has become like a reversed tarot card :joy:

SCRAPPED : ALHAITHAM

I should be feeling this criminally autistic nerd, but I'm not. Maybe I will some day. I'm leaving him be for right now.

SCRAPPED : CAPITANO

't isn't happening. i'm not... doing what i wanna be doing with him & i also don't care so fwhoop that one's going.

ADDED : WRIOTHESLEY

No-one's surprised. Daddy came home with the milk the moment I called for him, & uh. As soon as I actually fucking play the Fontaine quests I'm sure I'll pick him up. ( I accidentally spoilered myself on his tragicTM backstory & on god this man is a king. ) ( If I fall sideways into neuvilette instead nobody laugh at me. )

KEPT : DOTTORE ( semi-selectively open to all - he's picky & that limits my options ) REGRATOR ( for select fatui threads unless smth Happens ) TARTAGLIA ( open to all ) KAEYA ( open to all ) DILUC ( open to all )

THREADS & DYNAMICS

Obviously I understand if we're not on the same page about carrying on where we left off, no hard feelings. We can start over, pick something new, slap new muses together, or do nothing it all. Issal GucciTM.

LIKE I NEVER LEFT LOL :

I'd love to pick back up where I left off with @galactia, on any & all muses, their dynamics, & also threads c:

The same goes for @bunnyshot, although I see you haven't been online in ages! Regardless, if we're ever on the timeline at the same time again you know I am down to clown. This includes your other muses.

@torrentide HOMIE. HOMIE. HOMIE. HOME BREWSKI. i am down for everything from before & more, idc what.

If @greedbent is still down to clown, I'd love to carry on with what we were brainstorming in the DMs.

Same to you, @howthesleeplesswander!! I see you writing in another fandom on the dash atm, so I get it if you're not in the vibes for what we were brainstorming in the DMs, but I'm still hype to write with you if the mood strikes you. Lmk if you're down :thumbsup: ❤

@xiielians You know idek wtf you're doing right now bc much as the dramatic chinese gaylords captivate me, I haven't indulged in the fandom + I'm waiting patiently on that novel of yours with eyes peeled—but if you wanna play with anything ( whether I know the fandom/char or not ), I'm sure I'll be game!!

@ncrthlandbank I'd love to continue what we were doing with vlad & alyos ❤ if you're down! The thread where regrator terrorizes vlad is one of my alltime faves & still lives rent-free in my head :weary: it's the only time i did him any type of justice & your no-longer-non-playable-characters are awesome.

REBOOT :

Here go all of my moots with who i never fully settled anything ( dynamic / muse / thread-wise ), but was vaguely interacting with on the dash here & there... I am down to clown with all of you, I'd love to start something be it serious or silly. Whether you wanna continue vaguely doing things here & there or you wanna plot something out, idgaf I am so down to clown i am . the whole circus. vamos lmao.

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ooc henlo fellas apologies for the radio silence! i'm still not coming back, but it's meant to be a temporary hiatus even if a long one. sorry to stop in the middle of discussions, i genuinely was & am intrigued but the act of writing itself got. boring, lol. gotta do that mental crop rotation before i come back. i don't know who will still be here by then so i'll see u then & have fun! i understand if u unfollow. but if u don't that's cool beans & we'll see each other whenever c: there won't be a queue running in the meantime, so there won't be any posts clogging your dash pointlessly.

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lack of interaction ≠ lack of interest. sometimes, life gets in the way, or my muse doesn't cooperate with me the way i want, or i'm simply too anxious to take the first step. but just because we currently don't have any interactions going, doesn't mean that i'm not interested in writing with you and your muse(s). maybe the perfect opportunity hasn't presented itself yet, or i couldn't think of a good enough plot but that never ever has anything to do with you. after all, we're mutuals for a reason and that's usually because i enjoy seeing you on my dash and would love to write with you ― whenever that may happen.

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@predvestnik replied to your post “@predvestnik / @vohunara asked:       ❝ To the...”:

It's The-Fatui-Killed-My-Dad-Day on top of my birthday and I wish no more than to seek comfort in the arms of a Fatui Man. I'm not mentally ill btw

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my diluc has picked up little idiosyncracies from @aalberich's kaeya, like 'alalalah...' ... although now of course i don't remember them correctly BUT. if you hear diluc uttering some vague arabic khaen thingies this is why lmfao.

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@predvestnik / @vohunara asked:

      ❝ To the Winery's Master,

The letter delivered to the winery is sealed with the mark of the Eleventh. It's bulky, bulging softly in specific areas as evidence that the sender wanted to fit more than envelope is meant to comprise. The Fatui courier bears a stern expression while delivering it, almost, if only discreetly, apologetic for setting foot where his kin is openly unwelcome.

      Whose blood runs hotter than the plumes of a Phoenix's wings,       And redder than fathomless flames:

The package itself is nothing grand, nor opulent. Opening it reveals a single page which outermost sides have been adorned with the feathers of a consecrated red vulture, their position on the paper carefully avoids the small, message in the center, and they retain the elemental warmth of the slain beast.

Sea salt, sage and ash — its ink is faintly scented, too.

      Happy birthday.

      — Yours truly,    Tartaglia ❞

DILUC the amount of grace required of him by the courier's presence alone is gargantuan—there'd been no intention to leave his chair tonight. the empty hearth has been stared into so long, it's now a discoloured rectangle on the fatuus' face. stiff, clipped words of 'gratitude' exist only because there is one single cause to accept anything at all from anyone in those colours- & even then he'd— accepted rather quickly.

it's thoughtless: the jagged edge of his nail digs in beside the vein of his wrist, drags until an edge far sharper / in the mind, will lower the volume of its- bullying. today of all days, one's dallying with- —feels specifically traitorous.

the letter is tossed onto the little table beside his chair only to be picked up again in a matter of seconds. the easy acceptance of it makes him feel strangely ill. oh- strange, because joyous. it's probably not even tartaglia, anyway. oh yes, they'd make him crave comfort just to twist the knife on this day—fuckers will have taken note & know the opening created. the possibility of this all being one big, petty scheme should be more credible. it feels a bit like sanity that it is not. hrm.

—oh. well, that's-

the broad pad of his thumb glides across the down at the base of a quill. ( surely he hasn't slain-? such a noble... pray that ecosystems have not been lain waste to for the sake of a gift. no matter how endearing that would be. ) his calluses make its softness impossible to feel,- "ah..." -there is heat, though. slightly frenetic heat - of a flame made solid, perhaps. ( the controlled, never leashed intent in deep eyes. ) it is the perfect quality of a sleepwarm body, lacking only the pulse that means he's here.

diluc can't breathe for it.

funny how a man can be brought to his knees just to pray.

laughter's bark is muted in the seat cushion of his father's armchair. the letter / its gift, is dropped back onto the side table with all the gentle care he shouldn't be able to muster. rather than grip the seat, he pulls at his hair. hair his father gave him. lala lala laaa. "thank you,-"

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry,"

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ooc hey fellas !! i'm going thru it atm, so just a lil reminder my slowness =/= disinterest

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  THE DUALITY OF CLOWN

DOTTORE is at once a man who can: handle any fall-out / backlash / Consequences™ to his (human rights violations) Actions™ with aggravating grace, just out of sheer inhuman apathy toward anything but his own pursuit. he is also: a man who starts a 3 decade long plot to completely dismantle & appropriate a person for making him feel embarrassed one (1) time*. & it's a fucking toss-up which it will be.

*& will fuck anyone up for messing with that plan, which gets triply embarrassing when it's just old age. until he's busy cloning them from their remains just to torment them in the more practical, time-economic torture of living in his test tube. which does mean he has those standing around in laboratories across the continent like a curio museum a hoarder made out of their house.

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BIRTHDAY, DEATH DAY NO DATE OF NOTE AT ALL

—except that one of the ways diluc distracts himself on this day- by pretending it is like any other, refusing to stray from his schedule... & yet: the more earnest way to cope is to bring a care package to kaeya's front door. as his personal favourite is to make the world small & soft, it'll contain the nicest quilted blanket in what he hopes are some of his preferred colours (still or new?).

...& a few bottles of something he put together for today… its alcohol percentage is very, very low; almost an insult to liquor, were it not concocted in the hopes it could comfort kaeya through a restless evening & likely a sleepless night—without making matters that much worse. flavourful, strong & titillating in that sense,- but something that can be drank for a good few hours without making a man with kaeya's liver worse than solidly drunk.

an indulgence in every innocuous quality, insofar as diluc is able to provide it.

the blanket box it comes in is light enough to carry. ( ...for him. ) it is finely made, & the only reason its wooden panels are not emblazoned with the ragnvindr's bold drip—well. maybe it'd serve to make him nothing more than uncomfortable. after how thoroughly diluc disabused him of the notion of belonging, it is hard to figure out whether he should or should not offer to lay claim. in any case, that's not the point today. they're both hurting - in a way they are alone with, at their most vulnerable to solitude. if he could at all bring some gentility into his suffering... that is the way diluc would like to change the weight of today.

maybe one day he'll be skipping & not awkwardly skulking up to this door, smiling at what's to come instead of wracked with nerves, comfortable in the knowledge that he is good for kaeya. & maybe not. they he deserves some comfort nonetheless.