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genshin impact multi-muse sideblog of ragnvindrknight || please read pinned post

[dawnarisen]

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My name is Joan and this is my sideblog for muses I want to rp for specific purposes.

These muses are only roleplayed upon requested through dms. If you happen to come across this blog and want to interact, please dm me on ragnvindrknight or discord if you have it.

This blog contains the following muses: > The Ragnvindr Knight (2600 years ago) > The Dawn Knight (1000 years ago) > Vennessa (1000 years ago) > Rostam (100 years ago)

General rules from here are applied, with the following additions: (1) Dawn Knight is closed when it comes to shipping. Since I have him sealed with only 2 people he loves: the Sword Dancer from the Wandering Troupe, and Vennessa. He will not fall in love with anyone else. So unless it’s one of those two muses, shipping won’t happen with him. As for the others, feel free to romanticize them, if you can! (2) These are basically characters with almost zero backgrounds. In short, they’re practically OCs and I am not a very skilled OC person to begin with so I will rp them the way I view them. Their characteristics and personality will grow via interactions. Hence they won’t have their own biographies for now. (3) These characters’ canon follow my Diluc’s canon which can be found at the bottom of his biography. (4) Blog will be super low activity and I’d prefer not to have more than 10 threads at once. (5) Since Ragnvindr and Dawn Knight are both dead in present timeline, they will take the form of weapon spirits in any rp that takes place in present timeline. This simply means their consciousness, a fragment of their souls, could be summoned from the weapons once belonged to them. This is not their real person but it contains all their memories.

______________________ Last update: 10/1/2021

[rpdepartment]

                    at first i wanted to 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 you

                    but i’m gℓα∂ i spent the time to get to 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊

[dawnarisen]

@soulcrux

[destinyrcigned]

❝It's a new year once again, old friend.❞ Ragnvindr had finally found a chance to show himself when Morax was looking out of the window over Liyue habour. Ruby-red hues stared at amber-coloured ones through the reflection of the panel, Ragnvindr's smile as cordial and inviting as ever. This cycle had happened between them for more times than he could remember now, as years turned to decades and decaded turned to centuries. Even an idle sword spirit like himself had no clue how long it's been. He had to admit that it was quite impressive that Morax had not given up counting them.

❝I think...Mayhap I'm beginning to miss you, a little bit.❞ He admitted with a sigh. It's been centuries since Ragnvindr last had physical contact with any living being. He knew that he could not. Even if attempted, the touch would merely feel like cold air on skin. This time, however, he couldn't help it. He moved up to Zhongli from behind, tucking a strand of hair behind his ears and gives his cheek a light little peck. ❝Strange, is it not? Even the dead could feel lonely at time.❞ He chuckled. ❝Happy new year, Love.❞ [ To Zhongli from Ragnvindr! @dawnarisen ]

Happy New Years!! || @dawnarisen

Morax had long since grown accustomed to the changes Liyue had undergone as the years passed, had long since given up the reigns to the people he spent so long watching over. He’s sure it will take time for them to grow accustomed to the absence of their archon, yet with how well they accepted change, how well they continued their traditions, the ex-archon knows he can rest easy for the remainder of his years. With the citizens no longer requiring his presence, his attention, Zhongli was free to live as he so pleased.

He’s sure that soon, the adepti will be free to do as they chose to, as well.

The first few hours of the new year almost feel upsetting in some sense, a feeling that Zhongli couldn’t quite find the words for if asked to describe it. For an immortal, each day was merely one that came and went, the time passing with everything but themselves seeming to change. But the world is ever changing, ever evolving, faces coming and going endlessly. While he’s interested to see what this knowledge would allow him to bear witness to, it feels saddening to some degree, as well.

These thoughts are brought to an end when he’s called out to, lapis-colored hues shifting to the spirit as he materializes beside him. Even in death, Ragnvindr’s presence was a constant for him, company that was unlike any other, a man he’d loved and respected so much that he couldn’t bring himself to let go of. His gaze softens, an expression he rarely wore for anyone else taking to his face as his lips curl upwards. ❝ It is… Another year that I can spend at your side, alive or deceased, is all I dare to ask for. ❞ Two-thousand six hundred years, it had been well over two-thousand years since they’d met and departed. His good memory means that faces wouldn’t so easily be forgotten after they’re gone, yet a lover’s.. A lover’s would last even into the next lifetime. This much, he is determined to hold true to. ❝ It has been so long already, hasn’t it? Liyue is not the same as it was, nor is Mondstadt.. ❞

His form turns slowly, a mild frown only briefly tugging at his lips as the ex-archon contemplates what to say. The afterlife is, likely, greatly dissimilar to the living world, the dead can’t often speak to the living like how Ragnvindr can with him. ❝ One day soon, when my life comes to its end, I swear to you that we will meet again. And when we do, I intend to never let you go.. If you would wait that long to have me. ❞ He murmurs, head leaning forward as if it could rest against his lover’s once more. Ragnvindr no longer had a physical form beyond what he takes now, but it doesn’t stop Zhongli from acting any different with the knight from how he had back then. ❝ It still only feels like yesterday that we met, during Decarabian’s tyrannous reign.. I knew then that what we had was special, and it still holds true to this day, over two-thousand years later. ❞

Lapis-dyed irises slip shut, a content smile taking to his lips at the warm, yet still transparent contact that’s met with his cheek. He wouldn’t cry, it was such a scarce thing of him to do, yet he does work the courage to bring his hand up, as if he could hold the red-haired man’s face in it as he would have done so long ago. ❝ We have an eternity and the next to spend at each-other’s sides… A life without you is a life I would not like to live, nor picture. I found my home with you and your family. With Hymir, Thyra and Svea. ❞

❝ Thank you, for all that you have given me, for caring as much as you do and staying by my side like this. I love you, now and forever more. Happy New Year’s, my love. ❞ He smiles again, taking in the sight in front of him once more. ❝ I truly do feel blessed to have you here with me.. I love you. ❞

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@ragnvindrknight / @dawnarisen​ : Her heels could be heard clicking against the tiled floors as she gradually approached Morally’s cell. The air in the prison room seemed stuffy although there were no other prisoners except for the one she was visiting, simply because no other prisoners has been dangerous enough to be kept in this part of the building.

Her supervisor had thought her insane when she wanted to visit. Vennessa herself thought so too, although she had not voices her thoughts.

When she’d walked far enough until only bars separated her and Morally she stopped. ❝It’s Christmas,❞ she said solemnly, gaze downcast as if she was mourning the dead. She waits enough until Morally raises her head and their eyes met, then she held out a small red box with green ribbins. ❝Here, it’s a gift for you.❞

She wasn’t sure what had prompted her to do this. The gift held a lockette that held a picture of the both of them Vennessa had prepared before things went south.  ❝I didn’t have the chance to give you this, although its meaningless now to me, you can keep it.❞ [Morally from Vennessa @dawnarisen]

It’s not often that she gets a visitor; she’s hidden from all sight and sound, completely alone once more, just like before. It’s more frustrating than anything, and her anger is written across the bruised knuckles on her fingers and the blood stains on the wall. Still, once she hears the distant gate open, she perks up and instantly walks up to the bars of the cell with a curious look in her eyes. Once she realizes who’s come to visit her, she can’t help but smile – put on her persona of the carefree and relaxed Morally everyone knows – despite the madness lingering underneath.

 Oh how she wants to break the bars and then break her. 

But, she can’t, and she doesn’t. Instead, she grins from ear to ear and tilts her head to the side. “It’s Christmas?” she repeats in disbelief. “Ah, I’ve been here for so long I’ve completely forgotten!” She takes the box, curiosity overpowering her once more despite knowing the risks involved. Calloused finger run over the item, though she doesn’t open it yet, far too focused on the woman in front. “Why did you come here?” she can’t help but ask, one hand wrapping around the bars separating them both; so close yet so far away. It’s agonizing, it’s torture. “You should be out celebrating with your friends and your lover.” Her voice is mocking but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. 

“Instead you come here and you give me…” There’s a pause as she finally removes the ribbons and opens the box. The chesire smile instantly disappears as amber eyes narrow down at the sight of the locket. “This.” For the first time in forever, Morally doesn’t know what to say. Each time she opens her mouth to speak, all words leave her mind, replaced by the memories of the two of them together. Her throat tightens and she lets out a shaky sigh before managing to calm herself down. She has to keep her cool. 

“Is this perhaps your idea of a joke?” she asks as the corners of her mouth twitch. “My, I’m quite hurt! I’m just a lonely prisoner and my captor has come to kick me while I’m down. I didn’t think you were so evil, Vennessa.” So annoying, so frustrating. Her chest tightens with anger and she lets out yet another sigh as fingers wrap around the locket. The box is dropped to the ground; it falls with a quiet thud between them. 

“I don’t care for the materialistic– this means nothing to me.” And yet, she keeps a tight hold onto the locket, contradicting herself. “You know what would be a better Christmas present? You letting me out. We can spend some time together, like the good old days. What do you say, hm~?” 

The frustration is gone. It’s replaced by what Morally can only consider to be sadness. It’s not often that she experiences such strong emotions so it’s overwhelming for her. It makes her feel sick. Her face pales but she hopes it’s not visible in the darkness of her cell. The only thing she can do– her best defensive as well as offensive action– is to, once again, pretend to be playful with the intention of flustering Vennessa. It’s the only way to get control of the situation… for now. 

[dawnarisen]

Original Song about Enemies to Lovers || Vices & Virtues by Reinaeiry

"What's a Hero to a Villain other than its perfect half?"This song was written to fit MOST enemies to lovers dynamics but also written specifically for my OC...

Tucking this here too for VenMo. :)

[soulcrux-deactivated20220807]

@dawnarisen

the gun lesbian and the knife lesbian, name a better duo

[dawnarisen]

Iconic enemies to lovers (tm)

[dawnarisen]

soulcrux​:

Amber eyes curiously follow the movement of the gun, and once it stops against her thigh she can’t help but let out a breathless chuckle before looking up again. Although, before she has time to retort in a sarcastic manner, a loud bang pierces her ears– she doesn’t register the pain at first, but suddenly her leg gives out. She falls on one knee, and that’s when the stinging pain begins to burn through her body. A pained gasp of surprise escapes plump limps as eyes widen in surprise; she’s lost her composure, albeit for a moment. 

She doesn’t stand up, she doesn’t need to lose more blood than she already is, hence she stays still in her position. The only muscles that move are those of her mouth as the corners curl into a smirk. “Oh my, making me fall down to one knee for you~ How scandalous! What would the other officers think if they saw us like this together?” 

This is a battle she’s lost, that much she knows. She can’t run nor hide– this time. Being arrested is something that rarely happens to her; there’s a tinge of frustration at the thought. She’s been getting careless, that much is obvious. Unfortunately for her, her arrest will certainly lead to her boss finding out. She doesn’t know who’s scarier – the woman in charge or the law itself. 

“I wonder what color cuffs you’ll use~” 

❃┆      ❝Well, I wonder whether you can still refrain yourself from shaking, once you have been passed on to the commissioner.❞ Rendering your enemies immobile was not a crime; Vennessa knew that she had managed to dodge it. But how many times can she be so lucky in Morally’s presence? She knew about people who had been seduced to the criminal side of things. She had watched them, corrupted to the very core. And she had been relieved to discover that she had no such lure to the other side, despite the temptation. ❝I know what you are trying, but I fully intend to not give you the satisfaction of it.❞ 

Fastening the gun back to its hostle by her waist, she disloged a pair of handcuffs and shoved Morally against the side of the walls. Desires and sins tend to manifest in the hearts of humankind when they become desperate. Vennessa knew she was a strong and rare exception to this, but Morally did not look like she was the type to, either - part of her was curious what had driven her to become someone so dispecable. 

❝You don’t have to do this. I do not know what happened to you in the past, but lawlessness will only ensure that disrest in society prevails. As such, neither I nor my supervisor could allow you to do as you please. I have faith that imprisonment will change you, however little hope I have for it.❞

[dawnarisen]

I clearly only have two types - boy who outwardly feral but quiet and soft on the inside, and girls who are gentle on the outside but feral on the inside <3

[dawnarisen]

What kind of touch do you possess

warm touch

you are the embodiment of a cozy blanket and warm sunshine on a cool day. you give the best hugs, they are truly powerful. you embrace others with your big heart and feel everything to the max. you have a gift for uplifting others and raising the mood of whatever situation you are in. you can easily read the room and give your attention to who needs it the most. you are a joy to be around. others feel at home around you, which leads to lasting meaningful relationships. sometimes, though, you neglect yourself by putting others first. you feel that you will not be loved if you don't care for others. it can be hard to constantly put up a happy facade, i know. but remember, you are worthy of love.

[dawnarisen]

What kind of touch do you possess

stimulating touch

you are an intense feeling that energizes others. you feel it throughout your body, oozing out of your fingertips. you're the bustling subway stations, the final goal that wins the game, and the tilting point of going down a rollercoaster. you're keep the group on their toes and always suggest new and exciting things to do. everyone loves the energy you bring and your eyes that seem to light up and brighten the room. you hate doing the same things everyday and completing monotonous chores. keeping moving and active is how you feel alive. after all, what's the point of living life if you cant enjoy it to its fullest?

[dawnarisen]

Her muse for me is always very low but shes so cute  silent cries

[zephyo]

[dawnarisen]

@soulcrux​ // cont

❃┆  ❝I would hardly call that fun.❞ Morally was right; Vennessa never had to kill a single person in her career as an inspector, because their training had taught them to only use it as a last resort. Her hand trembled slightly when she held the gun pointed at her, but her determination was strong, however. ❝After what you did, the massacre, I would not be able to face those who died at your hands if I didn’t obsess over sending you down to see them.❞ She said, clicking her gun.  ❝But the greatest punishment you could get for what you did isn’t death.❞

A moment of silence as she waited for her words to sink in. No, she meant it. Would killing Morally not make her the same as her? Would not that make Morally succeed in her attempt to break the faith she’s cling onto so far since she joined the force? There was a reason why Vennessa had been one of their top scorers. She knew of the role she played and what she needed to defend. ❝Listen, Morally. I will not kill you, not because I forgive you, but it is because you don’t deserve it.❞

❝People like you break the law, because you believe yourselves above it, because you believe the law is made by people lesser than you but you are WRONG.❞ As the last word of her sentence dropped, she quickly dropped her gun to a forty-five degree to point at Morally’s leg.  ❝The law was never made to defend the people. It is us, the people, who defends it.❞

And then she pulled the trigger.

[dawnarisen]

A boy with a spring in his step as he walked down the old cobble streets of Mondstadt. He strummed his lyre and hummed a tune as he went through. Usually cheery he was. But soon he caught the red hair of his dearest friend. "Ah! Dearest Ragnvindr Knight! What brings you out here, my friend?"

@windborne-traveler // Ronen

❃┆ The boy’s hums sails over to where he stood like the lofty breeze that often visits Mondstadt. Since Debacarian took over the city, a gloomy curtain of misty darkness always seems to be looming over it, as if they were enclosed within a large prison at the mercy of the God of Storms. The unpleasant atmosphere seems to eat away at its citizens the more days passed, yet Ragnvindr had been quite apt at keeping his sanity afloat. This, however, wasn’t true for many others. Perhaps this was why, even as he bears the status of a knight, he often took himself to the field, inserting himself among the common people and lend a helping hand whenever he could. He was carrying a few baskets of fruits across the city for an old couple when music fills his ears, and he could not help but smile, red tresses fall wisply over his shoulders as he turns around to watch Ronen skipping his way towards him like he was dancing above the clouds.

❝High spirited young lad, why do you come so often in such splendour of starlight? Do you hope to one day take the sun’s place in the sky?❞ He teased, brushing those long tresses out of his way. ❝I’ve come to lend aid to the people. A man with only two arms can only do so much, but I’ll do what I can to raise their morales. These punishing times may need every ounce of light it could receive.❞

[dawnarisen]

adding Rostam to the roaster. Thanks Aura 

[arrowsmusings]

                   “ i’ve lost e v e r y t h i n g ——–                                   but maybe i can spare everyone else the same fate . “

[musingcloud]

I went outside and watched the birds fly by. I watched as they soared through the air like it was effortless. I watched as they flew off into the horizon and I thought to myself, Life really can be beautiful.

In all it’s little things. As long as you stop and look. (via musingcloud)