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welcome to fluminas dot tumblr dot com, a blog for deaconess barbara pegg from genshin impact !! this is a sideblog to wanmins.

for the record, this blog contains less-than-pleasant topics like parental abuse & neglect, and barbara’s harassment from her ‘fans’. while they’re tagged, if those could be triggering to you this may not be the blog for you (and that’s perfectly fine!)

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okay we’re moving here !! unless otherwise specified by you, all relationships are carrying over: this is purely an ‘its easier to have a main blog thing’

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gamers i think babs might be getting her own main blog…

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okie yes this is happening stay tuned for words from our sponsor

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gamers i think babs might be getting her own main blog...

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“ i’m aware i look the part, but i’m no damsel, ” barbara says as a trio of enemies keel over in the wake of her last attack. no one ever expects her to be able to hold her own in a fight — frustrating some days, others just amusing. “ though i’m grateful you wanted to help, it’s unnecessary. ” in case that wasn’t obvious from the way she hasn’t broken a sweat.

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floyd

Simply Barbara is fine goes in one ear and out the other – nicknames are unavoidable with Floyd. He laughs off her comment, hand waving her embarrassment out of the way. Given that he belongs to a pair of twins, it’s more likely that she’ll get his name mixed up anyways.  “I’m Floyd! I like takoyaki, dancing, and shoes. Where I’m from we don’t exactly get to wear them, so this is a real treat ya know~?”  A finger comes up to his collar to pull it loose even though it’s already been unbuttoned. Dress code violations indeed.

“Azul asked me to figure out why you’re stayin here, so I’m glad I ran into you! Lu ~ cky~★!”  Unlike Jade who is far more subtle about these things, Floyd throws the question out in the air, clearly with little regard given to the consequences.  “So, why’re you on our side of the ocean, Coral-chan? Do you like it so far?”

what’s a normal way to say ‘i had to move from permanent boarding to living at my weird stepfather who i’ve had a grand total of thirty conversations with’s house at a creepy old college because my dad died suddenly’ ?? because barbara’s been looking for months and still hasn’t found one. so she keeps smiling, perfect and bright, and explains, “ simply family matters — professor trein is my stepfather, so i’m staying here when i’m not on tour or at school. and it’s much different to what i’m used to, but i believe i’m growing accustomed. ”

he mentions the barest shred of connection, and barbara latches onto it. “ i love shoes as well !! ” she sticks out a foot — the left, so her balance is better, but they’re both clearly visible. her skirts aren’t that long. she’s wearing beautiful heels styled to look like glass, glittering where the light hits them. “ these are my favorite, they’re incredibly comfortable. ” not that she’d know if the left one wasn’t, but she has a feeling. 

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Would who she was, who she really was, be enough? —Cinderella (2015)

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leona

THE ONLY GOOD side of this, well… there are two: the first is that if she stops talking to him he can take this time for a nap that stands no chance of being disturbed by anyone else. the second is that he can teach some of the feisty first - year kittens their place if any are bold enough to say anything about the bright polish before he gets a chance to take it off. two birds, one stone.

HE YAWNS AND moves so his other hand is also on the table, resting his head against his arm and closing his eyes. “ i said i didn’t care, didn’t i?? ” his tail flicks once in some sort of impatient irritation. “ just do whatever, but be quiet while y’ do it. ”

“ so long as you’re certain. ” barbara shakes up her first bottle — a shade of light, crocus purple — and stops to glance up at him, in case he changes his mind. no risk of that here: leona is apparently honest about his lack of interest in what she’s up to. 

so she starts on his littlest finger, aiming for a rainbow effect. it applies smoothly — the polish is better quality than she’d normally expect from Felicite.  she might only need two layers per nail instead of the typical 3-4. barbara hums gently as she works (if she was thinking, she’d remember Leona’s request, but singing has always been more of an unconscious act), finishing his first hand quickly in colors ranging from pastel pink to canary yellow.  “ i’m moving on to your other hand, if you absolutely loathe it speak now or forever hold your peace. ”

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yuu

Yuu can feel that their expression is more critical than anything — smiles don’t come immediately, taking either an abnormally good mood or an existing bond.  But they don’t want the stranger to think their criticism is meant to be directed at her.  (  no, it’s lucius they’re plotting against.  )  “No, I — I swear like a sailor.  I don’t give a shit.”  A helpless laugh at the irony.  They don’t even care that there’s a girl here — that can wait until they’re sure she’s all right.  “Are your legs okay?  I’ve got bandages with me, I can help.”

she tosses lucius a few feet away and he hiss-yowls his departure,  no doubt off to curse her name to the cat-gods. when she looks back up yuu’s scowling and — nevermind, that’s fair. barbara’s well aware she comes off as prissy, so she can’t really blame them. if she were just a smidge meaner (and not the one presently being attacked), it might even be funny. she’s probably nothing more than another stuck-up nuisance, nowhere near as fun as che’nya or as interesting as rielle. “ they’re alright, but i’ll take you up on those bandages, if you don’t mind. i’d hate to get blood on anything. ” not that she’s bleeding that much, but as much as barbara refuses to use her magic to heal herself at the cost of another persons’ comfort, she doesn’t want to get infected, either.

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oh btw for the record my opens are always open !! feel free to go through the tag and pick one from forever ago if that’s what piques your interest. also it’s chill if more than one person replies to opens, or more than one of the same muse !!

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any nrc student ever: is even a little mean or short to her barbara, deleting the 22nd violent threat of the day, just had a very tense conversation with trein about boarding at SRA again, running on pure chilibrew and spent nine hours already today practicing her dances: you are like a little baby, watch this (is even more polite then she was previously)

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i enjoy thinking that like 3-5 different people have individually taken it on themself to teach barbara hand-to-hand self defense to protect herself in case she’s ever caught without her vision and when babs finally cracks and snaps albert’s radius & ulna simultaneously because he touched her they all think their lessons paid off. she never tells them the reality which was that she panicked and did the first thing that came to mind, or that she was being taught self-defense by so many people.

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another week, another chilibrew-bribe for the stablehand to let her in to visit her horse (not her horse anymore, technically, since she’d given her to the Knights). she’s distracted, singing softly, so barbara jumps when jean finds her. thankfully lotti is well trained enough not to spook. “sorry, i’m aware i’m not supposed to be in Knight-only areas like this.” she hasn’t stopped brushing the mare, however, who seems intent on snuffling at her pockets rather than eating the feed in front of her, desperate for the sugarcubes hidden in them. “i’ll be out of your hair shortly. i just …” missed a horse doesn’t seem like a good enough explanation, so barbara doesn’t provide one. / from @fluminas​ ♥️ pov horse

     THE STABLEHAND HAD seemed quite interested in conversation that morning, thoroughly confusing jean who had typically found them quiet & reserved. it hadn’t stopped her from entering the stables, an apple in hand & ready to conduct her daily visit ( or, at least, as daily as she could manage with her busy schedule ). she preferred this time of day to others, finding that it was a bit too early for those due for an afternoon patrol, & that the knights on shift for the morning wouldn’t manage a visit to their favorite horses until later.

     THAT WAS WHY she froze when she heard another voice, moving forward, though much slower than before, when she heard the voice singing— in a voice she recognized, no less. it ruined any surprise she may have felt as she rounded the corner to see barbara there with lotti. her footsteps must have been loud because she watched barbara jump at her approach, but luckily jean knew lotti would hardly find concern in the action.

     ❝ it’s–––– it’s alright. ❞

     SHE COULD TELL from the grooming supplies & the treats ( tucked into barbara’s pockets if the way that lotti was behaving was any indication ) that she had come well prepared, & that this more than likely wasn’t barbara’s first visit. most of her surprise came from the realization that this had happened all under her nose & she had been none the wiser.

     BUT, IF IT made barbara smile, she would try not to worry too much about it.

     JEAN FOUND HERSELF moving around to the other side of lotti, greeting her pleasantly when she nosed into her hand. she offered her the apple quickly, brushing her fingers through her mane.

     ❝ i had to sign the documents to allow lotti into our care, & when i saw where she had come from, well… ❞

     LOTTI’S CARE HAD fallen to jean several times at her own request. being near lotti made her feel closer to her own sister, though she could never say as such. it would appear, however, that her care wasn’t needed that morning.

     ❝ i’ve taken care of her many times since then. ❞

     SHE HAD TAKEN her out to ride herself only once, & it was only to ensure that her temperament was okay for young knights in training ( not that jean had doubted for a moment that she was, but a part of her had wanted to perform the test anyways ). the ache in her chest had grown so strong during the ride that she had cut it short & returned her to the stables to give her perfect marks. the acting grand master had yet to have the strength to try again.

     ❝ you’re welcome here whenever you wish. i’ll alert the stablehands. ❞

     PERHAPS IT WAS a bit unfair of her, but she couldn’t find it within herself to take the words back.

     ❝ it’s true, there are some places i cannot allow those outside of the knights to venture, & normally the stables are one of those places. but, lotti very clearly trusts you. ❞

     NOT TO MENTION jean trusted her. she knew the only reason she would travel here would be to see a lost friend. it was something that jean could not forbid her from doing. she just didn’t have the heart.

     ❝ come whenever you’d like. & if you have the time, perhaps you could let me know so that i could come with you? i’m sure lottie wouldn’t mind the extra treats. ❞

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leona

LEONA HAS ONE hand splayed out on the table before her while the other props up his head by his chin. the look in his sharp green eyes is drowsy as his attention flicks idly across the box of colors, and his tail flicks once as he sighs. “ i don’t care. ” oh, he’ll never live this down if found out by some random small fry in savanaclaw, but leona has always been a bit of a pushover when it comes to women — barbara may be nothing like the women back home in the afterglow savannah, but old habits die hard and the second prince found himself too lazy to put up a fight against a girl apparently set on painting his nails. “ do whatever you want. ” he can just take a nap.

so here’s barbara’s working theory: none of the students at night raven college — or at least not any of the prefects — have ever spoken to a human woman in their lives. frankly, it’s preferable to the treatment she gets from her super-fans, but occasionally it’s the funniest thing she gets to experience in days. like right now, when leona could very well shoo her away (or more likely, tell her to fuck off), but instead is allowing her to monopolize his time and energy simply because she’s bored on a weekend. “ are you quite sure i can do whatever i want ?? because i’ve been just dying to to try out a new set from Felicite, but i haven’t had any time to do it !! ” barbara carefully selects a dozen bright springtime colors from her collection, lining them up in front of her carefully. “ any objections ?? ”

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“ lavender’s green, dilly dilly, lavender’s blue !! you must love me — dilly dilly — for i love you. ”

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floyd (?)

@fluminas floyd fuck it why not

“Oh wo~ow, I haven’t seen you around before…” Floyd’s voice trails off, mismatched irises staring down at Barbara with thinly veiled curiosity, and while the eel is silly and impetuous, he is smarter than he looks, quickly putting two and two together. “You’re Trein’s stepdaughter, arent’cha?”

Still smiling, Floyd rocks back and forth on his heels, not particularly caring if he frightens the girl. “Hahaha, you’re muu—-uuch smaller than I thought you’d be…tiny and frilly like coral….hey, I think I’ll call you Coral-chan! That’s cute, right? Coral-chan?”

barbara considers herself resistant to resenting people or places, but she’s starting to doubt that about this college, where her only connection to people is how much they loathe her stepfather’s class, and she’s gone from middling-height to small. perhaps it’s time to invest in higher heels, if this is her foreseeable future.

the real problem at hand is which twin is this?? she thinks it’s floyd, because Trein had mentioned dress-code violations in conjunction with the name, but maybe it was the other one — there were triplets back at Silver Ridge Academy who loved nothing more than to switch places to cause as much chaos as possible, who’s to say these two didn’t do the same ?? —  “ simply barbara is fine, no need for nicknames, ” she greets, idol smile never quite making it to her eyes. “ and yes, professor trein is my stepfather. ” at least he didn’t shorten it to just daughter like half of everyone else here, so she may as well take the plunge. “ this is rather embarrassing, but i’m not too sure of everyone’s names here yet. what might yours be ?? ”

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malleus

the fae hums, reptilian eyes roving over the collection of nail polish. malleus exactly isn’t a stranger to nail polish & other sorts of beauty care. but never has he seen so many colors. not even lilia has such a extensive collection. malleus is admittedly…impressed.  ❛    ordinarily i only use black. but –    ❜  a beat & a small smile creeps up on the prince’s face. ❛    … i’m not opposed to branching out. what color would you suggest?    ❜

“ a blue or a green might be the obvious choice ... ” she considers her favorite apple red, but she doesn’t want malleus to end up looking like bittersweet vines; it’s hardly the season. “ but between you and me, ” barbara selects two bottles, a bright canary-yellow and a creamsicle-orange, and displays them with a smile. “ even if they may not fit your usual aesthetic, either of these would go perfectly with your hair and eyes as well. it’s your choice in the end, of course. ”