this world truly is fascinating.

the son's hands are cold, but his eyes are blazing. he has learned the making of his own fires.

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this is a multimuse roleplay blog for various characters, with the main being KAEYA ALBRICH, from GENSHIN IMPACT. this blog welcomes crossovers, alternate universes, original characters, multimuses, and canon-divergent muses! mun is 22, blog is 18+, semi-selective, and will feature triggering content.                                                          RULES ❄ MUSES

(i’m actually ar41 now fgaksdjhfasdf) na account! i’m open to co-op at any time, let me know if you want to play together or need help with something! ALL CHARACTERS + LEVELS:     kaeya (70) ❄     childe (70) ❄     qiqi (50) ❄          beidou (50) ❄     fischl (50)     lumine (50)     venti (50)     lisa (50)     sucrose (50) ❄     chongyun (40)      xiangling (40)     xingqiu (40)       noelle (40)     amber (40)      bennett (40)     barbara (40)     ningguang (40) ❄     diona (1)      WISHING FOR:  {future characters}     ganyu     ayaka     cyno     skirk ❄ means main.

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heyo! ghostie here, giving my genshin impact oc kosha their own blog! reblog / like if you’re interested in interacting with a nomadic snezhnayain with a weird sense of humor and an interest in medicine!

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heyo! ghostie here, giving my genshin impact oc kosha their own blog! reblog / like if you’re interested in interacting with a nomadic snezhnayain with a weird sense of humor and an interest in medicine!

[eigenfrequencies]

heyo! ghostie here, giving my genshin impact oc kosha their own blog! reblog / like if you’re interested in interacting with a nomadic snezhnayain with a weird sense of humor and an interest in medicine!

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the temptation to make a discord server specifically for genshin ocs.......

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mobile tbd. BUT.... if i gave kosha their own blog, would ppl be willing to interact with them over there....

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ahlite·:

“Kosha,” they repeat voice soft, eyes curious.  They eye the alcohol; they’re underage, in this world, or everyone thinks they are.  Maybe that’s just in Monstadt.  They don’t know so much.  They pull thread through flesh and she doesn’t notice.  She’s looking at their face, and when Lumine is curious, all else falls away.  There’s no flinching.  Just daydreams, daydreams, dying light.  Their flesh closes.  The light stays inside.  It’s just that easy.

“I can use my other arm.”  Not what they mean and not enough to help them heal, though whether they realize that and are being glib / teasing / funny or not is a mystery even to them.  “I think I…heal faster than others.  It’s okay.”  She remembers after a beat that she’s not supposed to tell others that.  It’s so hard to remember things when she’s half - there / half - faded.  Gone, but not.  “I can…pay you back.  With mora, or — protect you.”

kosha’s own qualms about potential underaged drinking are clearly something they’re unbothered by, a mixture of them considering it a replacement for the lack of pain medicine on hand and the fact that the village they had grown up in hadn’t shared such similar laws. though this stranger - lumine, kosha reminds themselves - seems quite immune to the pain. perhaps it’s shock. perhaps it’s something else. the snezhnayain has learned after years of travel that anything is possible. ‘i was born into this.’ maybe it means something more.

❝payment is unnecessary. you’ve nothing i need.❞ with the snip! of some scissors fetched with their free hand, the stitches are finished, flesh closed. cleaning away the blood that’s oozed out, more ointment is applied before a final bandage. pleased with their work, kosha begins to clean everything up. ❝i truly hope you heal faster, it’s clear you have some business you need to stay focosued on, and healing time would only distract from that. do try to take better care of yourself.❞

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vesyia·:

 appearances were important, incredibly so if one wanted to convince guards that they were in fact, not the thief who had just broken into someone’s home halfway across Mondstadt. but rarely could she hope for an alibi sitting alone— hopefully, easier to convince she had no ill intent. not many people would be alone at this hour anyways.

  still, there is no reason to try and not have some fun while she’s at it, moving quietly until their voice interrupts - slumping in boredom for a second before she sighs in what is faked as relief with a nervous grin in the nearby campfire’s light as she steps closer. “No, I.. aha.. was worried there would be thieves, though.” said thief pauses in deceitful hesitance before sitting down on nearby grass.

 her head tilts slightly in thought for a second again. “Oh. I uh, don’t want anything to eat either, thank you.” it was admittedly, a tiny bit strange to her to share utensils.. oh well. “I’m not looking for trouble either, just waiting for a friend to meet me near this mountain.” That did not sound reassuring, even to her… but it wasn’t going to help to admit she just wanted a knight to see them together for an alibi.

black eyes stare out at the girl, reflecting that of a traveler who has spent far too much time on the road with far more experience when it comes to those that creep through the night. they watch her step into the light, eyes flicking briefly behind her before returning to stare at her face, lips pursed, unblinking. for a moment, it seems as if they will turn the stranger away, or worse, reach for the bow resting at their side, arrows only another grab away. in their younger years, perhaps that truly would have been their first choice.  fortunately for the newfound company, kosha has quieted down with age.

❝an odd time to meet friends.❞ a remark that hints at kosha’s own knowledge of what usually goes on beneath cover of darkness, but they wave the other over nonetheless.❝wait by the fire if you’d like. i’m sure it’d be horrid luck for you to meet these thieves elsewhere.❞

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deathafternoon·:

not to ship on main but…. mr. loverman being a childe/kosha song? yeah.

mr. loverman, heart’s a mess, and we must be killers? these are Their Songs now.

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not to ship on main but.... mr. loverman being a childe/kosha song? yeah.

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ahlite​:

They’re right, and Lumine knows it — careful has never been their style, but it is a poor strategy when fighting alone, not with allies who are cautious enough to make up the difference.  “Thank you,” they murmur, voice like a bell, if far away.  They’re not in their body, but they’re trying to get back in.

They wish Paimon were here / retract that wish.  She would worry over the wounds, and Lumine hates when she’s sad.  But Paimon could speak for her.  It’s hard for them today.  “I’m…Lumine.  Can you — stitch?”  She can’t.  She thinks she heals faster than the humans here, but she can’t remember for certain right now, mind so far from her.

❝of course.❞ confident, already pulling out needle and thread (and a small bottle of alcohol, which is opened and placed to the other’s side, an invitation if the pain becomes too much). ❝you may call me kosha. be still now, and try not to flinch.❞ and without further warning, kosha uses one hand to take lumine’s arm, positioning it just so that they can get a proper look at the gash, located so close to the elbow. normally they would avoid using stitches, preferring to let a wound naturally heal as opposed to forcing it, but with the cut so close to a place that it would constantly be moving and reopening, stitches were necessary. their hands are steady, needle going in at an angle before coming out on the other side, thread pulling the skin together and a simple knot making sure it remains that way. ❝you won’t want to fight with this arm for a little while, though i have trouble believing you’ll be able to follow such direction.❞

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@deathafternoon​ liked for kosha!     /     mark my words by doll skin.

“I was born into this.”  An explanation, maybe, for their strange calm as the other tends to their wounds.  Extreme, yes.  And yet Lumine hardly seems concerned — expression blank and placid, as always.  Large eyes gaze at the other, steady and (  and / and / and something else  ) — steady.

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no question had been asked aloud, and yet an answer had been given anyways, one that the quiet traveler seemed to not only accept but understand. their hands work quickly, cleaning away blood and gently placing ointment, wrapping these lesser wounds with fresh medicinal bandages. kosha leans back for a moment to take a look at their work, wiping their hands on a rag, before turning to their bag. ❝that larger gash will need stitches.❞ their tone is dull, matching the calmness of the patient before them. ❝we can’t help what we’re born into, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t be a little more careful. you’re lucky i came across you.❞

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childe, nocking an arrow: hunched back, loose grip, no line of sight, lowered elbow, hand at chest kosha, aiming for his head: i see. 

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mobile post BUT: like this if you’re open to having something pre-established with kosha?

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some little things about kosha

- their parent’s were taken away by the fatui for their anti-fatui (and therefore seen as anti-tsaritsa) views when they were 10 years old. with no other family, and no one willing to take in a child who’s parents had such beliefs, kosha practically raised themselves: they lived alone in the house, hunted and traded for goods, and learned how to barter at a super young age.      - they picked up various ways of hunting from different hunters who were willing to teach them how to set traps, but they learned from their mother how to bow hunt, and the bow that they carry with them today was hers. - the local children mostly avoided them since they also knew about kosha’s family, and heard their parents talking about them. was pretty much by themselves for a couple of months before they accidentally befriended ajax after helping him from a few bullies. the two became pretty much inseparable after that. - unlike kosha as an adult, young kosha was super aggressive, loud, and downright mean. pretty much hated every single adult around them for allowing their parents to be taken away and turning their backs on them. ajax was their only friend and the only person they ever actually got to talk to.  - ajax’s return from the abyss put a lot of strain on their friendship: their only friend had completely changed for the worst, and when kosha found out that he had joined the fatui, they were pretty much shattered. their only friend, the person they cared for more than anything, basically betrayed them in their eyes.     - kosha’s own personality after this did a 180; they became extremely quiet and withdrawn, no longer bothering to put up fights against their bullies, and just focused on surviving for a long time. they didn’t speak to anyone for three years before up and disappearing from the village. they’ve never returned. 

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some more positive things about kosha!

- they’ve had several travelling companions, all of which have taught them various things from their culture. although the companions are never permeant, they secretly really treasure the temporary friendship they formed.      - kosha’s learned how to sew, grow flowers, train hawks, various cultural dances and food, basic languages, soap carving, painting, and plenty of other things. they’ve had some very strange companions, of various ages and nations.       - they have a little journal made up of various different pages of little paintings they’ve done. sunsets, waterfalls, desert mountains, just things they want to try and remember forever.    - they use every part of the animals that they hunt, whether it be for food or clothing, they’ve even made jewelry out of bones to sell when in need of mora. - BIG fan of insects. thinks bugs are so cool, is the type to stop and move them out of the way of roads or take them out of buildings.  - occasionally enters archery competitions for the prize. almost always wins, but disappears with their reward before anyone can come to them to offer any sort of job.

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warmed up by coloring Ogata-san’s V splash page

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all my other characters: can you please give us better weapons and ascend us-- me, focusing all my energy into kaeya and childe: no <3