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[k4n4n1]

[ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ !! ]

ᴋ4ɴ4ɴ1 — ᴏʟᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴛ || ᴛʜᴇʏ / ᴛʜᴇᴍ || ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ

わたしの最後はあなたがいい。(ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ)

あなたとこのままおサラバするより, (ᴅɴɪ)

死ぬのがいいわ。(ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ)

死ぬのがいいわ… (ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ)

ʀᴇǫ. sᴛᴀᴛᴜs —

ᴀsᴋs: ᴏᴘᴇɴ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs: ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs —

ʟɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ: ᴇx-ꜰᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ & sᴛʀᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɪɴ - ʟᴀᴜʀʏɴ ʜɪʟʟ, ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ - ʀᴇᴀʟᴇsᴛᴋ

ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ-ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴ - sʜᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ᴀʟᴇxɪᴇ

ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴜᴘʟᴏᴀᴅs :)

[k4n4n1]

adding to that last post — it always confuses me when i see republicans on tumblr. like, be honest n tell me if u know where u r right now??

take a hint, asswipes 💀

[k4n4n1]

tumblr stop shitting out politics on my feed challenge go !!

[k4n4n1]

Uhm, do i include my personality for the matchup? I wanna like, send one but I'm too worried about breaking a rule

— 🗡️ anon

thats my bad ! i forgot to include it on the post, ill be adding it now !

[k4n4n1]

hi! idk if your still doing matchups but ignore this if not, my name is Reece, i’m 5”8 with a brown wolfcut, glasses,(weak) muscles, and a dark academia aesthetic, i love working w/ dogs, baking, and writing, i don’t like serious situations and use humor to cope w/ pretty much everything^^; I don’t have a preference for gender, i prefer ppl being extroverted (+a bit dumb when possible👀 or just as sarcastic as me cus funny (matchup for genshin btw, ty and drink sum water!!<3)

i match u with : thoma !

i assign u : co-workers to lovers !

— the young masters have had about enough of seeing thoma’s smile wrapped taught with strain.

— of the very few telltale signs of thoma’s fatigue.

— employing another servant, ninja, or swordsman comes as easy as breathing to the clan heads of the yashiro commission.

— employing someone who could come to par w thoma’s household skill on the other hand…

— what a pressing matter this has become.

— ayaka was aimlessly skating the town one crisp evening. praise and envious mutters airing her way as they rode the winds.

— she payed no mind, the matter of thoma’s ability to separate his brain and his body in the name of his duty hanging in the back of her mind.

— this was a fated, crisp evening for you.

— you were presenting your finest, most whimsical pastries to lord kamisato today. and — despite this persistent anxiety following you through every turn like a haunting spirit — you’ve managed to paint a smile on your face.

— thank the archons for humor !

— and thank the archons for taroumaru ! oh, he’s just the cutest, goodest boy of all, isnt he ?

— the aroma of your pastries, wafting a divine flavor, has just accumulated quite the crowd…

— the kamisatos and their esteemed butler, thoma, idle at the end of the hallway.

— they seem more than excited.

— they went through one by one, tasting your pastry and by the archons, they might have fallen in love this time…

— you were hired on the spot !

— you couldn’t have asked for a better guide than thoma. the yashiro commission quarters looks far smaller than it really is…

— with this new found help, thoma’s smile reaches his eyes now.

— and speaking of ?

— they cant be kept off of you.

— well into the week, you wake up to an awfully familiar scent. your signature — it seems…

— “morning, reece !”

— “…thoma ?”

— he has set up a lovely little breakfast-in-bed for you — vibrant flowers, iridescent silverware, your dish sat directly next to his own !

— oh, is it gorgeous.

— and archons, does it tastes as good as it looks…

— thoma silently admires you from the foot of the bed and you catch his gaze within your own.

— through a mouth-full of food, you push out, “want a bite ?” you extend your hand, and he takes a bite with no hesitation.

— the eye contact he held made you blush.

— you’re finished with your meal, “thoma, i think you made that bread better than i do.”

— “no, no never !” his cheeks pale in comparison to the blush he mirrors off you, “no one does it as good as you…”

— “im not sure—“

— “of course you do !” he blurts, “from the way you tie your apron to the precise tilt of your hand when you measure your ingredients…”

— the sigh he lets out is very telling. he knows he’s been caught with the curve of your smile, “no one does it as well as you do, reece…”

— “sounds like you’ve been staring pretty hard.” you tease him with a suggestive lilt in your voice. “why dont we go out sometime, hm ?”

— “im sorry— wait, what ?”

— “lets go out tomorrow.” you smile gently at him, “ill pick you up at five, alright ?”

— he stands there, fighting for words internally. his voice continually proving untrustworthy.

— “ah, our shifts start soon.” you narrowly pass by, pressing a peck to his cheek before you leave.

— “see you soon, thoma !”

— “…wow.”

[k4n4n1]

[ ɴᴇᴡᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ !! ]

ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ !

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ-ᴜᴘ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ʜᴀs ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀssᴇss sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇs !

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ :

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀs, ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs

ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴs ɴ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ʟɪᴋᴇs/ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs

*ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴛʏᴘᴇ

*ɴᴏᴛᴇ : ᴘʟs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜɪɴᴛ ᴀᴛ sᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɢᴇɴsʜɪɴ.. ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ :

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʏᴘᴏʟᴏɢʏ

*ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ

ᴋɪɴ ʟɪsᴛ

*ɴᴏᴛᴇ : ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀsᴛʀᴏʟᴏɢʏ ɪs ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪɴɢ, ɪ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ɪᴛs ᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴀs ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ

ᴘʟs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ :

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ( ᴅᴡ ʀᴇᴇᴄᴇ ɪᴛ’s ɴᴘ ! )

ɴsꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ

ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴜɴʟᴇss ɪᴛ’s ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʀɪᴛᴇʀɪᴀ ɪ ᴀssᴇssᴇᴅ

[k4n4n1]

[ ɴᴇᴡᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ !! ]

ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ !

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ sᴘᴏᴛ sᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ʜʏᴘᴏᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴜᴘ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ sᴏ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏ’ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ 4 ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴘʟ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ !

ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʙ sʜʏ ɪ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ !!

ᴘʟs ɴ ᴛʏ :D

[k4n4n1]

[ ɴᴇᴡᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ !! ]

ᴀᴜ. sᴀɢ!ɪᴍᴘ!ᴀᴜ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ. ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ. ɴ/ᴀ

ᴘʀᴇᴄɪs. ʟɪʏᴜᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛ’s ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇᴛʏ ɪs ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪs, “ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ?“

ᴛᴡ/ᴄᴡ. sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ, ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴄᴜʟᴛɪsᴛ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ

ᴀ/ɴ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʏᴋ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴜ. ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ..

— “PUNISHMENT?”

MOON CARVER responds, “Yes, your Grace. We sinners await whatever punishment you wish to grant us.”

The thought has not crossed your mind, not once.

Yet, it seems that very thought has brainwashed your subjects minds the moment you stepped foot unto Liyue Harbor’s entrance.

You and Alatus made a point to tread lightly on the damp, pitted stone beneath your feet and — despite your efforts — the sheer impact of your divinity seems to have alerted every occupant of Liyue Harbor.

Your first appearance now acknowledged as Teyvat’s Divine Monarch could rob ones breath and dignity like no other.

Alatus alerting Liyue of your appearance had increased the number of subjects pouring unto Liyue’s entrance gate tenfold.

A far cry of what you had expected to see.

The clouds had shielded Liyue from any sunshine today, effectively portraying Teyvat’s grievances towards its caretakers for daring to lift a hand against its creator.

You remained static as you watched every man, woman, child, and illuminated beast alike in Liyue hasten to kneel before their omnipotent monarch. The societal divide that separates them all are no longer in the face of Their Grace.

You scan the overwhelming myriad of subjects that kneel in an orderly formation.

“One after another, they’d all bow to you, Your Grace. All of them,” Alatus said, “none the wiser.”

Now more than anyone, you know.

The Geo Archon and his dearest companion, Alatus, accompanies him at the forefront of his army. Their heads bowed in respect — they take in the accolade of laying at your very feet.

In the following line there is Cloud Retainer, Mountain Shaper, and Moon Carver. After that, the Tianquan, the Yuheng and head secretary Ganyu all in one line.

Gourmet chef Xiangling and her father kneel shoulder-to-shoulder. In a more rigid position is Xingqiu, second son of the Feiyun Commerce Guild sat next to the elders of his family.

There even seems to be an entire bloodline of unique exorcists…

The seventy-seventh Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Hu Tao is sat next to Yanfei, residential lawyer.

Behind them, Liyue’s princess — Yunjin, and fellow musician Xinyan attempt to disguise their intertwined fingers.

A talisman only belonging to the undead flows with the wind. It leads your gaze to Baizhu, who keeps his left hand on the small of Qiqi’s back, grounding her. You see her eyes dart back and forth between people she can’t bring herself to recognize.

The list is never-ending.

You realize that this must be quite difficult for your subjects, bearing the burden of complete silence. “There will be no ruling of punishment. Not today.”

Morax doesn’t dare raise his head, but protests, “Surely Your Grace will see to it that we are duly punished for our sins.”

You smile gently, “I think not.”

“But, we—“

“Are you questioning my authority, Morax?”

He swallows, taking a crippling pit of shame spiraling down into his stomach. Stiffly, he says, “Of course not, your Grace.”

The clouds reel back, retreating to float into yet another corner of the glimmering sky above. The sea of clouds moves North onward — a sign from Teyvat itself.

You can feel Teyvat’s heart beating, resounding through the veins of land beneath your feet.

The land is alive once more.

You clap your hands, heads perking up at the exclamation. You grin adoringly at your subjects, illuminated by the suns glory, “Please, show me the Liyue you’ve built with your own hands.”

Your people rejoice.

TAGLIST — @thevictoriousmoon @genshin-impacts-me @chocogi @raidenshogunisawesome

[k4n4n1]

[ ɴᴇᴡᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ !! ]

ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ !

ʜʏᴘᴏᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ɪꜰ ɪ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴜᴘ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛɪɴɢ ?

ɪᴋ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘʟᴀᴛꜰᴏʀᴍ ʀɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs sᴏ ꜰᴜɴ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ

ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪs ꜰʟᴏᴘs ɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ >:(

[k4n4n1]

[ ɴᴇᴡᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ !! ]

sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ // ᴅᴇᴀʟᴇʀs ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ (ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs “ᴏʜ ʏᴀᴋsʜᴀ, ᴍʏ ʏᴀᴋsʜᴀ...“)

ᴀᴜ. sᴀɢ!ɪᴍᴘ!ᴀᴜ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ. ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ. ᴍɪʟᴅ xɪᴀᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴘʀᴇᴄɪs. ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ɪs ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ, sᴜʀᴇʟʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪx ᴛʜᴀᴛ?

ᴛᴡ/ᴄᴡ. sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ, ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴄᴜʟᴛɪsᴛ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ

ᴀ/ɴ. ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪᴍᴘ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ʏꜰᴍ?

— A COLD, ALMOST stinging gust of wind bites by your face, white noise ringing in your ears. Simply gazing among Liyue’s sea of clouds at the highest peak of Jueyun Karst is healing, yet it is lonely — almost unbearably so.

The clouds illustrate you an artisanal picture as they pass.

How stark a contrast it makes to the way you feel.

“Well, it makes fine company for now. As if I have the vanity to probe any more at peoples impressions of me…” You sighed, winds following in your favor.

You’ve been here for five days and counting, isolating yourself from the public eye.

You weren’t expecting such… ravenous attention from your own subjects — to say the least.

To think that your subjects entertained the idea of you being an imposter is quizzical — albeit, quite comical. Such discrepancies to your prophecy are unforgivable, insulting, scornful, and all else in this world that is ugly.

Yet — above all else — the love you bear for this very world is bigger than that.

Bigger than them.

Even bigger than you.

“When the main motivation…” You halt your sentence short with a sigh. One of many — well over a hundred, that’s for sure.

You repeat, “When the main motivation is fear, there is a crack in the fundamental strength…”

You held this belief close to your chest, and even closer to your heart.

It helped shape your character.

This philosophy never dared to waver — it was a fixed part of you.

That is, not until you stepped foot unto Teyvat.

How could they commit such crimes against your name? Don’t they love you?

They’re supposed to, aren’t they.

…More importantly, why aren’t you angry at them?

You’re supposed to be.

You’ve counted the tears that went unaccounted for — one by one.

So why aren’t you angry at them?

You ponder against your own conscience’s will, “What could have ever happened to a person to deal others such a hand of cruelty?”

…You’ve already come to the conclusion that Teyvat’s true beholders — your people — are not at fault.

And so, you aren’t angry at them.

You’ve seen what the imposter has done to them.

Invariably being set to do laborious bidding; from the waning of the morning star to the descent of its very mimic.

Then forced to supple themselves with the meager earnings of the Imposters company.

You aren’t angry at your people.

You’re angry at their god.

Angry at yourself.

And at the Imposter.

Human nature influenced by one so disgusting, so vile; it beckons you to question once again.

“What happened to you?”

Though millions have travailed in sorrow, angry tears decorating their face — faced with the Imposters greatness, they can’t help but submit themselves in all they are.

In any and all truth, they knew the Imposter wouldn’t lift a finger in their aid.

As if they’d believe in the significance of tears in any universe.

Conditioned to think this is what the twists of fate had set out for them, the people were deceived in the end.

Even so, you were still opposing dealers choice.

You were condemned the Joker — the Imposter with no just sanction.

The people have forsaken you.

A mirthless chuckle slips away from you as you tune back into your surroundings. A faint, constant rhythm of footsteps seeps it’s way into the safe space you’ve made for yourself.

A wavering voice cuts through the silence, the intricacies of a voice sound strange now. Almost as if it was a foreign body.

“Your Grace…?”

Recognizing his voice, you smile.

“Safe travels, Alatus?”

He scrambles to his knees, a crushing weight being lifted from the depths of his soul, “For your Lordship, I would traverse time and space. Whether or not it was safe is irrelevant.”

You turn yourself towards him, “Such nonsense…”

You’re met with no response.

You raise your hand, “You may rise.” He strikes a stiff posture — as if something had lodged him into place.

You chuckle at this, and Alatus relishes in its melody — it seems even a laugh from the creator could lessen his battle-won debt…

“Immortality would not be a burden if it was spent with you, Your Grace.”

TAGLIST — @thevictoriousmoon @genshin-impacts-me @chocogi

ᴀ/ɴ. ɪ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ɪᴛ ꜰᴏᴄᴜsᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ xɪᴀᴏ ʏᴋ??

[k4n4n1]

hello! may I ask to be added to the taglist? :D

ofc, ofc ! pls enjoy ur stay, dear :)

[k4n4n1]

[ ɴᴇᴡᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ !! ]

sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ // A Mɪsᴄᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ Jᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ

ᴀᴜ. sᴀɢ!ɪᴍᴘ!ᴀᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ. ɴ/ᴀ

ᴘʀᴇ́ᴄɪs. ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴇʏᴠᴀᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ.

ᴛᴡ/ᴄᴡ. sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ, ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴜsᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴄᴜʟᴛɪsᴛ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ɴᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜɪs ꜰᴏɴᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ

ᴀ/ɴ. ɪᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʙᴀʙʏ ;)

— YOURE ROUSED FROM your slumber, a content smile resting on your face. You’ve woken with a rush of the freshest, most floral air to adorn Teyvat; the sun blanketing the land in a vibrant sheen.

Velvety sprites of wind kiss your cheek, swiping up your breath along with as they run to hide behind clouds. You hear the sprites crescendo erratically, almost as if they giggled at you.

In awe, “If this is simply a dream, I’d be godforsaken…” You say.

Oh, but you know. You are acutely aware of how the palpitations of Teyvat’s heart approximate with your own.

Now, you are in Teyvat.

You are no longer a towering skyscraper, trying it’s damnest to reach the clouds; unaware of how distant this artisan reality is.

“Nevermore,” you think.

Now? Now you could pluck earth-borne flowers from windblown grass. Now you could see the interweaving of shadows, putting together an intricate pattern.

Now, Teyvat is fond of you.

You sigh — pure affection, “This world, so romantic…” You hum a familiar tune, a sigil of your heart laying in peace.

Affection couldn’t help you now.

Choked up apologies aren’t adequate payment for mercy, “No, no no— please!—“

Mora couldn’t help you either.

A deep purple and scarlet red bolt along your vision, sprinting with inhuman agility; as if they weren’t aware of their own body.

Not even God could help you.

As if Van Gogh was holding these clashing colors with his bare hands and used feeling to lead his god-given paintbrushes — they took the syrupy red of your blood and by the archons, did they paint.

God doesn’t help thief’s.

Raging flames encase the blade tearing open your skin, offering gold-lined blood as the flames outshine the evening sun.

Turbulent strings of electro energy floods your veins — invading your body; robbing you of your balance.

“Damn you overloaded,” you curse.

A dainty hand encloses upon your throat, the blurs of color stilling before you. Diluc and Ei are revealed as the artists of this nightmarish painting.

Barbatos stands in front of them both, staring you down.

Your wounds cradle ichor within the cradles of cauterized flesh, courtesy of white anger translated through relentless stabs.

“Please,” you beg. “I don’t want to die, not like this.”

Barbatos giggles, mocking your foolishness, “Oh please. You — my dear thief,” his grips traps air in your lungs. “Deserve to endure a fate more despairing than death.”

You would’ve never imagined being born with your own face have you deemed a thief.

Tenuous breaths rattle your bones, but they couldn’t break through Barbatos’s clutch, though they tried, tried, and tried. He grins at your suffering — and it shakes you to the very core of your being.

Barbatos will kill you. Ei will kill you. Diluc will kill you. All of them will kill you and they won’t extend grace of a remorseful frown, even in the moments after your death.

Through gloss-tinted vision, plain as the setting sun, you see the anger that would run you down and wash you with your own blood.

Their eyes — they twinkle with satisfaction when they see the streams of blood running down your body.

It looks just like the nigh sky above.

You’re going to bleed to death at any moment — so why is his hand still around your neck?

No more than crushed bones and crushed hopes, “haven’t you had enough?” The betrayal you feel runs through the ground, staining the patches of grass beneath you red.

You feel the wind grazing upon open wounds and it burns — throbbing and swollen your body burns.

Just behind your attackers, a rich voice erupts into a gruff scowl, “Barbatos! Stand down!” You see amber eyes, piercing as they are — they pale in comparison to your blood.

The wind picks up, forming an aggravated wind current above you, drowning out another voice that conducted unintelligible cries.

For every argument exchanged, the wind would pick up another note.

The wind sweeps you away from those sent to deal your demise. A wave of despondent cries rouses from the crowd; a feeling of despair shared by them all.

The gold-lined red was not an illusion presented by fire, it was simply your blood. And surely enough, the golden blood running up the crevices of your wounds was healing them as fast as they were given to you…

You were indeed godforsaken.

TAGLIST — @thevictoriousmoon

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[ ɴᴇᴡᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ !! ]

sᴇɴᴅᴇʀ // Aᴅᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴇ Eᴠᴇʀɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ

sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ // ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪsᴛ :))

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ // @thevictoriousmoon @genshin-impacts-me @chocogi

ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ, ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ :))

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About nicebonescomrade

Hey, @nicebonescomrade wanted me to relay the message that she had to delete their parents made them delete their account. They weren’t happy she was posting stuff and talking to strangers online.

The doc with all of her writing should still be working.

Here’s the link:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nXyigcOgD34q8SSIAhNszLkBHa7vPwOkbiCSk6753BE/edit?usp=drivesdk

[writingblogregrets]

About nicebonescomrade

Hey, @nicebonescomrade wanted me to relay the message that she had to delete their parents made them delete their account. They weren’t happy she was posting stuff and talking to strangers online.

The doc with all of her writing should still be working.

Here’s the link:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nXyigcOgD34q8SSIAhNszLkBHa7vPwOkbiCSk6753BE/edit?usp=drivesdk

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[ ɴᴇᴡᴇsᴛ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ !! ]

sᴇɴᴅᴇʀ // ᴀᴅᴅɪᴇ :)))

sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ // ʜᴡ : ᴋᴀɴᴀɴɪ’s ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ

[ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴛ ] [ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ] [ ᴛʜᴇʏ / ʜᴇʀ ]

[ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ !! ]

ᴀᴅᴇʟᴀɪᴅᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ( ᴄʟᴀssʀᴏᴏᴍ )

— sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛʜ, 5:55ᴀᴍ

ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ? ᴀᴅᴅɪᴇ’s ᴊᴜsᴛ ꜰɪɴᴇ :)

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ɪ’ᴍ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴋᴀɴᴀɴɪ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ...

ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ // ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ɪɴ ᴀʙᴜɴᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛʀɪᴄᴀᴄɪᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs, ʜᴏᴡ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ɪs, ʜᴏᴡ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ᴍᴇsᴍᴇʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴋʏ, ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ sʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇss ʜᴇʀsᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ?

ʟɪᴋᴇ // ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛs sʏᴍʙᴏʟɪsᴍ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴜɴɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅʀᴇɴᴀʟɪɴᴇ ʀᴜsʜ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴇʏᴇ-ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴡᴀs, ʜᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀssᴇᴛ?

ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇ // ɴᴇᴏɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴜʀɴᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs, sᴛʀᴏɴɢ sᴍᴇʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏsᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴᴅ ɪɴᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟʏ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪsᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs?

ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ // ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss, ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪᴍᴍᴀᴛᴜʀɪᴛʏ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴘᴇs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ, ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴜɴᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ, ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀs sʜᴇ ʏᴇʟʟᴇᴅ, ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ ʟɪᴀʀs ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴀᴅᴇǫᴜᴀᴄʏ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍɪsᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴏᴏᴅ?

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ, ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ!

ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡɪsʜᴇs,

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