To Begin.

Multimuse written by Sae. Home to characters from Genshin Impact, Honkai: Star Rail, Wuthering Waves, and some strays. Canon-strict portrayals.

[iniziare]

Iniziare: Multimuse written by Sae.

Home to characters primarily from Honkai: Star Rail, Genshin Impact, and Wuthering Waves. The depictions you'll find here are as canon-strict as possible, and so you can expect analyses in abundance, as dissecting the intricacies of characters is what I'm here for.

Navigation: Rules / Prompts / Resources: New / Old

Muses (unlinked muses mean they're 'pending')

Honkai: Kafka, Ruan Mei, Aglaea, Yao Guang, Jing Yuan, Aventurine Genshin Impact: Yelan, Arlecchino, Nefer, Yae Miko, Zhongli Wuthering Waves: Changli Full muse list here which includes the unlisted muses.

[iniziare]

I have three more starters to get to which I'm pretty sure I can finish today (two others are for specific muses that I'm having trouble getting into, namely my DA muses, and WuWa's Shorekeeper), but I'm having a lot of fun getting back into writing, so I'd love to get to some more starters/asks. So... consider this another starter call. For now I'd like to focus on my Genshin and HSR muses, as they come to me most easily, so in other words:

HSR: Kafka, Ruan Mei, Aglaea, Yao Guang, Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Acheron, Jingliu, Seele GI: Yelan, Arlecchino, Nefer, Yae Miko, Zhongli, Guizhong, Rhinedottir WuWa: Changli

[iniziare]

“You hesitate each time I say your name.” The observation arrives before anything else, and it is quiet enough that the sound nearly dissolves beneath the distant rush of water coursing through the ancient veins of the Waterscape Gorge below. Frost has gathered thinly along the edge of her sword where it rests unsheathed across her palms now also subjected to its chill, and the slow drag of her thumb against the flat of the blade leaves fractured lines spreading delicately through the ice each time the metal shifts beneath her touch. Dan Heng. The syllables sit strangely within her mouth still— not because they are unfamiliar, but because they are not. That is the cruelty of it. Time has altered the face before her, the voice, the posture, the careful restraint folded so tightly into the line of his shoulders, and yet there remain moments where memory insists upon resurfacing regardless, uninvited and sharp enough to cut cleanly through centuries of discipline.

A thin fracture finally gives way beneath her thumb, scattering crystalline shards softly across the damp stone near her before the rushing currents below swallow them entirely. The sound lingers only briefly beneath the low hum of the gorge’s waters, pale light shifting in restless reflections across the steel balanced motionless over her knees.

“The Vidyadhara elders spent centuries attempting to carve him into something the Luofu could endure more comfortably.” The words settle into the cool air without bitterness, worn smooth instead by the simple exhaustion of memory revisited too many times. Her gaze lowers briefly then toward the frost still clinging stubbornly to the guard of her blade before finally, finally lifting toward him beneath the pallid glow surrounding the gorge. “You carry that same caution differently.” A pause. It is a brief thing, and precise. “Less arrogance, more restraint.”

As requested. One Jingliu. I hope that this works! // @reversescale

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ THE 𝐒TAGES OF 𝐈NTIMACY.   a collection of various action prompts centered around the varying stages of intimacy.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with this post if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts for non-con scenarios.  )

SETTINGS.

[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.

[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.

[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.

[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.

[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.

[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.

[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.

NEW TERRITORY.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.

[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.

[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.

[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.

[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

HEATING UP.

[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.

[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.

[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.

[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.

[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.

[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.

[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.

[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.

[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.

UNRAVELING.

[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.

[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.

[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.

[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.

[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.

[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.

[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.

[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.

[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.

[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.

[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

COMING DOWN.

[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.

[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.

[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.

[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.

[52.] the reluctant moment of untangling.

[iniziare]

It happened again. / New Discord

New Discord: iniziaresae

It is a good day to wake up to this, and then checking Discord only see myself locked out again. I have however (pretty certain) found the origin of how I got it, and have since done a full clean reinstall of Windows as one should after an infostealer. Even I am susceptible to this. Have since returned to the basics of Windows Defender and MWB for the occasional scans (genuinely, if I ever needed proof that third party VS aren't ideal, this is yet again one of them for me), and am expecting all to stay calm this time. Advice to self: don't fix what doesn't need fixing.

Any way, as much as Discord advertises how great its process is to recover an account, it doesn't seem to be after this kind of sneak attack, so I'm unable to recover the last account just like the first one. So please delete that from your list as well (and block it). And I have made a new one, also separating it entirely from my Gmails, and so to anyone who wants to re-add me, can do so (and please accept my humble apologies once more 🥲), or if you prefer me to add you, simply DM me what your thing is and I'll happily do it.

[shrineofprophecy]

@iniziare's yearly reply / continued

The afternoon sun filters through the carved lattices of the Seat of Divine Foresight, casting a grid of warm amber across the polished wood of the starchess board. The scent of sandalwood lingers in the air— a quiet, non-imposing presence that marks the General's stillness as he considers the state of the game. He does not look up immediately when Fu Xuan speaks; instead, he allows a small, weighted silence to hang between them, a moment suspended by the slow cooling of the tea at his elbow. Business as usual. A faint smile touches his lips then, more breathed than it is spoken, as he finally shifts his gaze toward her. "The pursuit of the Omniscia is a heavy burden, Master Diviner— it is only natural that the body seeks its own form of grounding as to compensate for the weight of the stars," he says, his voice gilded with a weary but genuine amusement. He rests the pad of a finger against the edge of a jade game piece, the motion gradual and rather unhurried as he is in all things: the embodiment of the strategic patience which he has honed over centuries. "Regret is a sharp blade, and quite a troublesome one to carry for the sake of a single pastry," he continues with his tone ever so soft. Perhaps too soft. He closes his eyes briefly at that, and one could hear the gentlest of exhales if they listened before offering a gentle, and pragmatic counter-strategy as always. "If the 'future' you saw involved that pie, Lady Fu, then surely it was a destiny meant to be fulfilled. Though I suspect a brisk walk through the Exalting Sanctum might be the only 'divine strategy' required to settle the matter now". Ah, the glint in his eye, indeed.

It was no secret that the Master Diviner had somewhat of an addiction to sweets. They were her medicine, as she'd like to call it. A way to replenish energy from the endless divinations she carries out every day, rather than seeking proper rest. Ever since she had been gifted her 'third eye', a chronic headache and fatigue wasn't a uncommon occurrence. The Cauldron Master had advised her to reduce the amount of sugar intake, which would help her energy levels in the long run and prevent crashes but she was stubborn, refusing to believe taking away the one joy in life would help her body.

Her hand reached out towards the bowl filled with white, shimmering sugar and took the small spoon that laid dormant to fill her cup of tea with more sweetness than most would enjoy. Perhaps it was enough to rejuvenate her and raise her blood sugar so she could focus on the game in front of her. It was far too often that she lost to the General despite being able to foresee the future, cheating not enough to break her predictability.

"It is never a single pastry that creates troubled waters but multiple occurrences that lead up to a certain point." Holding the small cup of tea with both hands, she brought it to her lips and took a sip. A perfect blend of sweetness overpowering the bitter flavor.

Gently placing the cup down with barely a sound, slightly narrowed eyes met Jing Yuan's at his suggestion. "I do not see how a walk would benefit me unless you wish to use it as an excuse to avoid work." A sigh escaped her lips, not surprised by his behaviour at this point. Rather, she continued the game and made her move by changing the position of one of her pieces. "Playing starchess was already pushing it, although there are often benefits when it comes to work-related talk. I do not see how a walk would profit either of us, General."

[iniziare]

The soft click of her game piece settling into place lingers faintly between them, and that ever so persistent gaze of the deepest golds lowers toward the starchess board with much of his usual unhurried calm. Yes, the sugar bowl resting near Fu Xuan’s hand has already diminished considerably since the beginning of their match. He noticed several moves ago.

A quiet sound escapes him then, somewhere dangerously adjacent to laughter though restrained quite carefully beneath a certain composure as he lifts his teacup from where it has long since cooled beside the board. “Mm. Then perhaps the true issue lies not with the pie itself, but with the alarming consistency of your rebellion against medical advice.” Steam curls briefly across his vision before he lowers the cup once more with a muted sound, golden eyes drifting afterward toward the excessive sweetness dissolving slowly within her tea. “Though I confess, watching you attempt to overpower through sheer stubbornness has become a remarkably dependable part of my daily routine. I would likely grow concerned were you ever to stop.”

Only afterward does his attention settle fully upon the board, and there— there the faintest glimmer of amusement touches his expression as one jade piece slides forward beneath his fingers in a slow, and decisive motion, one gentle despite the immediate pressure it places upon her formation. “You wound me, Lady Fu. To suggest I would avoid work when I have graciously dedicated this entire afternoon to preserving your confidence in your starchess abilities.” Ah, there it is again, that infuriating warmth lingering beneath a General’s tone when his gaze lifts toward her through the amber spill of afternoon light. “As for the walk, I simply thought the stars might appreciate the opportunity to miss you briefly before you resumed burdening yourself with them once more.”

[121231212i]

Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?

[iniziare]

The candle nearest the edge of the table has long since begun collapsing inward upon itself, molten wax gathering down the iron stand while the wavering glow it casts across the chessboard leaves the carved pieces stretched in fractured shadows of black and ivory. Beyond the high windows of the Curatorium, Nod-Krai’s endless winter presses itself against the glass in muted currents of frost, though here, within the quiet enclosure of the archive chamber, the only sound that truly persists is the soft, and intermittent click of lacquer against polished wood each time another move is made. Her attention lingers upon the board in silence, the ornate gold of a claw resting lightly against the curved crown of her queen, as though the piece itself remains suspended between movement and restraint alike.

“You play the board as though you're attempting to ensure that every piece survives rather than securing a victory.” The observation is uttered quietly into the dim hush between them while her gaze remains lowered for just a moment longer toward the arrangement of scattered pieces before finally lifting beneath the softened amber light. There is no ridicule within the words, nor genuine criticism; only that same quiet attentiveness one might reserve for the discovery of an unfamiliar pattern hidden carefully within something otherwise ordinary. “It's a charming sentiment for a priestess,” Her thumb smooths once along the edge of the captured bishop beside her hand before she finally lifts her gaze toward Lauma through the candlelight. “Though a fatal flaw for a strategist. As long as you continue refusing to exploit the weaknesses I leave open, I'll simply continue dismantling your defenses until your mercy leaves you with nothing.”

As requested, your starter, Miss Lauma. // @frostwoven

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Nefer.

[iniziare]

🫶 What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner? (boop!)

🫶 What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner?

It's not a necessity by any means— but nothing warms my heart more than when I learn that people take what I write in my metas to heart, or even remember details that I tell them about my muses in DMs, or pieces of specific details that I let slip in thread replies. Evidently, especially with my metas, there's so much in there that I do not have any expectations of people remembering everything. But I just remember sometimes people bring things up to me that they've read somewhere, and it brings a genuine smile to my face because it means they truly have a certain investment in my portrayal(s) of my muses— especially as my analyses of characters seem to almost always stand against the status quo within the fandom, or better known as fanon. So when people actually seem to acknowledge this in their actions, merely than just their words— I feel beyond appreciated. It's easy to tell someone 'I love your portrayal' (even if that does mean something, of course), but it's the actions that really prove it, if that makes sense.

Meme: Munday questions // @everlastiingiimmortals

[iniziare]

🎭 What’s your favourite genre to roleplay (angst, fluff, horror, etc.)? / 🛋️ What’s your ideal RP writing environment (music, silence, chaos)? / ⛰️ What’s the hardest part of roleplaying for you?

🎭 What’s your favourite genre to roleplay (angst, fluff, horror, etc.)?

"Angst", but the kind that's rooted in intimacy. That's something I've come to realize even more since my return, I love writing intimacy. Not in the obvious physical way, though. More like quiet yearning, or complicated devotion. Characters who say one thing but mean another the whole time. Emotional tension that you can feel in the room before one ever touches another. I love writing restraint just as much as I love writing the eventual collapse. A lot of my favorite threads revolve around this sort of psychological sort of intimacy— the slow build of attention, trust, obsession, loyalty, tenderness, all tangled together until even the smallest of interactions carry an intense amount of weight. I'm very interested in what characters reveal entirely unintentionally, things they notice about others, the way they restrain themselves, the meaning that's hidden in even the most minute of gestures, the extended or diminishing proximity between two characters, the tone of their voices, and the silence they allow to exist between them. Ultimately, I think the most meaningful intimacy is often found in restraint rather than any sort of overt confession, so I tend to gravitate toward writing that lingers (and it's why I'm in love with the concept of 'presence in absence')— with which I mean tension, implication, yearning, and emotional vulnerability that's hidden tightly beneath a sense of control. The kind of passion that sits quietly under the surface until it becomes entirely impossible to ignore.

I also love political and character-driven threads for the same reason. Conversations that feel like negotiations, dynamics where affection and strategy can entirely co-exist (I've fallen back in love with Geralt/Yennefer, for instance). People trying desperately to maintain composure while being deeply affected by one another, these things grip me by the shoulders and shake me relentlessly.

🛋️ What’s your ideal RP writing environment (music, silence, chaos)?

This can either be total and utter silence, or it's (more frequently) instrumentals. I can also do lyrical, but the words can then distract me if I'm not focused enough, which admittedly can take a while for me to reach. An example that's really forced me into writing lately, is listening to Eliott Tordo, who is an erhu player and covers a plethora of music. While I have always attached him very strongly to the character (and now muse) of Zhongli, he's always been someone that I thoroughly enjoy listening to, as he's covered things like For the Love of a Princess from Braveheart, One Day from PotC (which I still think is one of the biggest masterpieces in OSTs), Anduin's Theme from WoW (my ultimate favorite in that game), Evenstar and Riders of Rohan from LoTR, and even some Game of Thrones OSTs— okay, I'll stop. I've just been in love with this man for many years. But yes, it's frequently him that will set my writing mood.

⛰️ What’s the hardest part of roleplaying for you?

I don't believe anything that you truly enjoy can ever be particularly 'difficult', to be quite honest. I think that if people find something very difficult to get into, or to start, or simply... do, that there is something slightly the matter. And it may not be that it's the wrong hobby or anything like that, but I think it's usually then tied to perspective. I don't find anything about roleplaying to be the hardest part because I thoroughly enjoy every aspect of it (coming across new RPers, thinking of ideas, writing meta, writing starters, asks, thread replies— nothing stands out as 'hard'), outside of perhaps getting my mind to focus— but that isn't specific to roleplaying, and that's more so how stimulated my brain seems to be at any one point.

Meme: Munday questions // @praeludio

[iniziare]

“The surplus from our relief efforts in Poisson is currently sitting quite uselessly in the docks, and I have very little patience for idle hands when the deep foundations of this fortress have just survived an unprecedented strain.” She hardly lifts her gaze from the path of condensation that she's been tracing down the side of her porcelain cup, and the low, and consistent thrum of the Fortress’s valves has a way of vibrating through even the heavy ironwood of his desk, letting the faint, and persistent scent of drying silt intertwine with the rich aroma of the tea steeping between them. Wriothesley was a remarkable anchor in a nation currently reeling from the phantom weight that remained following its own narrow survival, a pragmatic sovereign who had quietly steered his submerged city through the absolute worst of the deluge without a single cry for grand theater, and she finds both a deep respect, and appreciation in the unyielding composure of a man who watches over the secrets of the deep. It is the invisible, lingering consequence of the prophecy that she is calculating— not the obvious ruins on the surface itself, but the hidden stress that the primordial tide may have left within the lowest levels of his city— and she insists on offering a preemptive safeguard before any structural anomalies can ever manifest, ensuring the young ones of her House are given an immediate, functional anchor before their energy turns inward.

A hand hidden within the leather confines of its glove, extends to slide a leather-bound manifest a fraction of an inch across the polished wood, her lips flattening into a thin line that offers no empty sentiment as the intensity of her gaze finally lifts to lock onto his features with an almost clinical focus. “The ledger contains the exact distribution of our remaining materials, and I am prepared to redirect both the crates of timber, iron and the labor of my children to reinforce your submerged wards, should you find a use for them, Your Grace. I am not operating under the assumption that your walls are weeping brine, yet a prudent ruler always prepares for the hairline fractures that the eye cannot yet discern, and it will ensure your deepest seams are secured long before the pressure could challenge the structure of the Meropide. Consider it an alignment of our resources, I prefer my children occupied, and you have quite enough to manage without wondering what the pressure has done to your fortress."

And aaaas requested! // @daybreakrising

[raesource]

munday questions

📅 How long have you been roleplaying, and what got you started?

🌊 Do you prefer plotting everything out or going with the flow?

🪞 How similar are you to your muse(s)?

🎭 What’s your favourite genre to roleplay (angst, fluff, horror, etc.)?

💖 What’s a trope you love and will never get tired of?

🚫 What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?

🎧 Do you associate songs with your muse(s)? If so, share one!

🥹 Do you ever get emotionally affected by your threads?

🛋️ What’s your ideal RP writing environment (music, silence, chaos)?

✨ What’s your favourite thing about your muse(s)?

⏳ How long does it usually take you to reply to threads?

📝 Do you prefer short replies or long, detailed ones?

🏆 What’s your proudest thread or RP moment?

🌐 Do you enjoy crossovers with other fandoms?

🕵️ Do you stalk blogs before following them? Be honest.

💕 Who are you having the most fun writing with, at the moment?

😶 Are you shy about approaching new RP partners?

🌟 Where do you get inspiration for your writing?

🖼️ Do you make edits, moodboards, or playlists for your muse(s)?

😭 What’s the saddest scene you’ve ever written?

✈️ If your muse(s) could go anywhere, where would they go?

🎁 What’s a random fun fact about you (the mun)?

💻 Do you RP mostly on mobile or desktop?

🌙 Have you ever stayed up way too late just to reply?

🎲 Do you like doing random starter calls or planned plots more?

🤔 What’s something you’ve never tried in RP but want to?

✍️ Has your writing style changed over time? How?

🎯 Do you set personal goals for your RP (activity, improvement, etc.)?

🧪 Have you ever experimented with a completely different writing style or format?

🧑‍🎨 Do you prefer original characters, canon characters, or a mix?

📊 How much research do you do for your threads (if any)?

🔐 Do you keep secrets about your muse(s) from other writers on purpose?

✏️ Do you write outside of RP (stories, poetry, etc.)?

⛰️ What’s the hardest part of roleplaying for you?

🧱 What helps you get out of writer’s block?

📐 Do you prefer long-term threads or short interactions?

🚪 How do you usually start a new thread? Dialogue, action, or description?

⛓️‍💥 Have you ever taken a long break from RP? What brought you back?

🧠 Do you believe muses “have a mind of their own”?

✂️ How much do you edit your replies before posting?

🎬 Has any media (show/movie/game) recently inspired your RP?

🌀 Do you enjoy chaotic threads or calmer, character-focused ones?

🌱 How do you develop your muse(s) over time?

⚡ What’s something small that instantly makes you excited to reply?

📥 Have you ever adopted ideas from other writers into your own headcanon?

⚔️ Do you like conflict-heavy plots or softer dynamics more?

🪫 How do you handle losing motivation for a thread?

📦 If you had to move your RP somewhere else, where would you go?

🛑 Do you have any RP boundaries or topics you will not write?

😤 Do you have any pet peeves when it comes to RP partners or threads?

💌 Do you prefer people to DM you for plotting, or just jump into asks/starters?

🔄 How do you feel about dropping threads vs. pushing through them?

🫶 What makes you feel most appreciated as an RP partner?

👤 Do you ever write characters very different from yourself on purpose?

📚 Do you reread your old threads? Why or why not?

🎮 If your muse(s) were in a different genre (fantasy, modern, sci-fi), what would change?

[iniziare]

The heavy scent of cold seawater clings to the silence of the parlor's high ceilings, carried slowly by a persistent draft that passes through the window frame, but she does not turn from her scrutiny of the grey, overcast light to acknowledge the dark brine that has been pooling steadily upon the parquet. Her fingers, still tucked away within their gloves, trace the smooth, pristine rim of her porcelain cup with a certain meticulous cadence before the saucer is finally settled upon the marble mantelpiece with a single clink that underscores the vast stillness of the space. "Move away from the window, Freminet, and drink the tea while it's still warm. It will do you well to rid the dampness from your lungs before the chill settles completely.” Her voice drops to a low, and almost dark sort of velvet that leaves no room for hesitation, and the intensity of her gaze finally settles on the shadow of the armchair in the room to track the phantom of the previous Knave’s legacy in that rigid thing. It is a lingering rot that taught these children to view their own flesh as nothing more than kindling for the hearth— a broken gear that defaults to blind submission— and she finds a patience, and resolve in the necessity of bending their minds back toward their own survival.

A sharp, metallic ring of a silver spoon sliding an inch across the polished wood grounds the silence of the room once more, her hand lingering against the table as that stark, cross-pupiled gaze of hers fixes upon him with an absolute, and unyielding density. “It is an incredibly simple thing to give your life away for an order, to simply submerge yourself until the water takes you because you believe an expendable tool has no duty beyond its own destruction.” The words flow into the parlor without a trace of anger, yet they permit no argument, her lips flattening into a thin, and unreadable line as her hand drops back to her side, leaving the lingering warmth of the hearth to work against the cold brine. “The old ways of the House taught you that a readiness to die was the ultimate virtue, because blindly following a command into the dark requires no thought, yet I have told you that every one of you is important, and that means you must learn to value your own life." Her long coat trails like a dark ribbon across the woven rug beneath leather boots as she circles the desk to claim her seat on the other side of it. "—Drink.”

As requested! Forgive me, I'm both still new but also rusty with Arle. // @poswiecenia

[iniziare]

I have three more starters to get to which I'm pretty sure I can finish today (two others are for specific muses that I'm having trouble getting into, namely my DA muses, and WuWa's Shorekeeper), but I'm having a lot of fun getting back into writing, so I'd love to get to some more starters/asks. So... consider this another starter call. For now I'd like to focus on my Genshin and HSR muses, as they come to me most easily, so in other words:

HSR: Kafka, Ruan Mei, Aglaea, Yao Guang, Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Acheron, Jingliu, Seele GI: Yelan, Arlecchino, Nefer, Yae Miko, Zhongli, Guizhong, Rhinedottir WuWa: Changli

[iniziare]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKAFKA??!!

.... Listen, I'm catching up on the previous patch in HSR before watching the livestream in full. Don't mind me. Kafka showed up, I'm fine.

[iniziare]

The scent of a half-finished dose of bitter plum blossoms lingers a little too long in the humid air of the secluded courtyard, and the filtered light of the Luofu's artificial sky falls in pale, fractured squares across the cold stone table where she sits, her fingers moving in a meticulous cadence as she pulls a thin, silver thread through her embroidery frame. She's tracing the wing pattern of a long-extinct interstellar lepidoptera— and she finds a strange, clinical comfort in the repetition of the act of it. She does not break the steady flow of her hands to acknowledge the heavy, and almost imposing shadow falling across the threshold, for her mind has already registered the subtle shift in the air's pressure, a thing that automatically beckons her from her introspection to the man standing just over the boundary of the light. Jing Yuan was a fascinating anomaly of consciousness, a complex man holding back the inevitable tide of mental rot, and she feels a quiet, detached curiosity as to how his brilliant mind continues to endure the crushing weight of his home's own history.

“The temperature has fluctuated by zero point three degrees since noon, and the local flora is already reacting with a premature release of its pollen.” It comes at no one's inquiry, really, but her voice drops into a soft tone that carries the clarity of the sterile laboratory she has momentarily left behind. All the while her thumb brushes against the smooth, glazed edge of a small porcelain dish to slide one pale, round shaped pastry forward to her lips that curve ever so. “A defensive mechanism against the artificial seasons, I suppose." She lifts her gaze then, that pale gaze ever enigmatic setting on the white-haired Arbiter-General with a faint, and ever polite line of a smile that holds no real warmth as of yet, and instead: a profound fascination. "Would you care to sample a plum blossom confection, General? The petals were gathered during a brief period of cold-induced dormancy and preserved in refined mountain honey to slow the breakdown of their aromatic compounds, rendering the filling intensely concentrated, and faintly bitter at the finish." It is then that she gestures to the empty stone stool across from her. "Mm?"

As requested! Sorry for the delay! // @guhamun