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𝐈. rules, under the cut. / 𝐈𝐈. secret menu.

𝐎𝐂. zhen. & corazon. 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍. ren. / kaeya. / tartaglia. 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒. bailu. / caelus.

𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 [ 7 ] / 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 [ 20+ ] / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 [ accepting ! ]

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖 / @mountnrange.

#📌 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃.#𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄.#𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍.#𝟑𝟎.#𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓.

lowaharts

#ren.

tianshizi

@lightricks (yingxing) asked: SENDER carries RECEIVER when they can no longer walk. @ jing yuan

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ―― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 his limbs pulsated with each time 𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐗𝐈𝐍𝐆 jostled him on his back, but he couldn't bring himself to complain. The battle had been won, but the wounds on his body took immediate affect after the adrenaline left his system. Despite that, 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 felt secure knowing he had someone who would watch his back during a vulnerable moment. His eyes fluttered shut. He could feel the pounding of his chest in his ears. It was only a matter of time before he was scolded by the others for being reckless on the battlefield, but what else could he have done? The flow shifted suddenly and there was no time for him to warn others. He was alive. That was all that mattered. The 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 was looking forward to the long nap that was awaiting him after he's patched up and meet with 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎. His thoughts then trailed to how the other was taking his appearance. It would be a lie to say he didn't look like he came out of a tornado. Rather, his clothes were torn, cuts and bruises all over his frame. He could feel the tip of an arrow buried into his side. 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 wanted to keep the atmosphere light, so he did what he did best. Joke around to lighten the air around them. A hoarse laugh rumbled from his chest as he pressed his cheek onto the others shoulder. His voice barely above a whisper when he finally spoke up.

❝ I feel pretty lucky for 𝐌𝐑. 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍 decided to carry me back. Are you going to feed me too? ❞

RANDOM HIGH-STAKES, DISASTER-BASED ACTION PROMPTS ;; accepting

lightricks

“ because of your reckless endeavours, we couldn’t reach a field medic, or a member of the damn alchemy commission. instead you have me. ”

the craftsman knew the intricacies of any machine and ingenium better than he ever would another person. wherein their mechanical bodies followed order, precision, and even the most complicated of problems - mirroring the faults of the human body - could be categorised, recorded and tucked away in the pursuit of greater perfection. he didn’t know how medics and healers didn’t struggle with the idea they worked on a canvas in a constant state of disrepair, that the futility of the body began the second they started breathing. he damned himself constantly for the restraints his own short life put upon his goals and ambitions, that he could not even hope to entertain another path like healing with the time he had left.

he’d once thought that even a silly first aid class, specifically for warside injuries, was a waste of time when he had multiple deadlines to achieve. now he’d been glad it was part of the curriculum, no matter how small the opportunity was to utilise these skills.

despite almost being the same size now, yingxing managed to carry the lieutenant without much jostling, trying to keep an ear out for jing yuan’s breathing. the steady whir of the ingenium protecting them both was a comfort amidst the distant sound of battle, at least until they could properly reach the healers stations. he grit his teeth, black hair obscuring his vision as their goal came into view. like jing yuan, the craftsman would also be scolded for leaving his station, the fall line of ingenium repairs possibly falling into disarray, but out of all of jing yuan’s companions, he had been the closest, even if the least capable, and he had to try.

a bark of laughter, incredulous, bemused.

“ things are dire right now, brat, and that’s all you can think about ? ”

#tianshizi #yingxing.#i love them :')

if you have white hair and are filled with gay longing, you are just asking to doom your own narrative at this point.

#ooc.#i am looking directly at yingxing as i say this

“ if i asked you not to leave… would it change anything? ”

( to cor ♡ )

@vessmar.

this wasn’t the first time vesper had asked something like this, every half century or so when the chasm between them seemed as if a small fissure instead, hiding the very cracks that would be their downfall. corazon had never attempted to hide her future endeavours, to tuck in her next travel brochures or save packing to the very last second. she had always made it painfully apparent that she would leave, and that her will to stay was always a waning, ephemeral thing. it had never been spite, or disdain for the idea, or even a lack of budding love that pushed her from the promise of something that was almost solid, almost real and warm, and something to call her home, but the same instinct to not touch the paint before it dried, to not touch a pan before it was too hot, to not hurt herself in her eagerness.

“ it would change me. ” for the worse.

this ramshackle house was on a lease. she knew by nature it was not big enough to house vess’ ambitions, the whispers of inspiration she saw in his small tinkering projects. the entire place was ill fitting, fleeting, much like her own nature. there was not enough room to grow here, even if what was here and now was nice ; being in vesper’s bed with his arms wrapped ‘round her, fingers running soothing patterns over her ribs and stomach. she could get used to this, but not here. cor would not settle for what she considered to be an imperfect fit.

“ - but it wouldn’t change you. ”

and anyone could have taken that the wrong way, and would. part of corazon hoped that vesper would take it the wrong way, that he needed to change who he was at his own core in order to appease her when that wasn’t the case. whatever potential they both had could be squandered by accepting things before they were ready. vess was too unsteady, and cor was too volatile. any attempt to cage her in would result in an implosion, any loving hand too desperate with their grip, a choking vice she’d break her own neck struggling away from. so no, not quite yet. some part of her wished he would stop waiting, while the other half knew that if he didn’t it was never ever meant to be.

such was the tragedy of the right person at the wrong time.

“ … and i don’t want to be the reason that you stop changing, vesper. ”

types of yearning. ( accepting. )

#corazon.#vessmar #slaps vess' ass : this man can fit so much longing in him

drolliic

to be seen and cared for // @lightricks

( from @ lightricks / childe ) “ partner ! ” at this point it was a win / win whether aether would let himself get swept in a hug or intercept childe’s approach as an attack, but he figured there was no harm in trying. the chill of nod krai’s icy shores had little effect on the harbinger, warm from recently sated bloodlust, and filled with the delirious glee of seeing one of his favourite rivals. the harbinger’s touch did not hold back either, sure and firm and bone-crushing with newly revived strength. his recovery post the fontaine flood had done him a world of good. “ you look tired, have you eaten yet ? let’s get lunch. my treat. ”

THERE'S SOMETHING TO BE SAID ABOUT THE WAY TRAVELLER ONLY TURNS TO FACE THE SOURCE OF THE SHOUT. A blink, a second one, and then, in the very next moment, he finds himself attacked by torrent tide in human skin wrapping his arms around him with all his strength. Huh. Hmm. It's not like their sparring matches have never gotten physical at times, but if he were to be honest, a hug is one of the least expected ways to be greeted. A pat on the shoulder or an arm thrown over it, sure. Full-body bear hug, though? Now, that's unexpected. ( And so, Aether wonders for all of five seconds if this is some kind of trap or maybe a prank before throwing the ideas out the window from how unlikely they seem. )

Little time is given to settle under the heavy weight of sudden contact before he's given another shock -- genuine concern for his health. Or, well, as sincere as he can bring himself to believe it is, although Childe's never given him any reason to doubt their interactions... aside from the first time they crossed paths, that is. Sheesh, couldn't you just keep looking the other way? Ah, no matter. No point in getting mad at what has already happened.

Thoughtful hum indicates he's thinking about whether he's already had breakfast or not. ❝ Well, the Lightkeepers were nice enough to let me sit with them this morning. ❞ read: Illuga insisted he had a healthy and filling meal before departing and didn't take no for an answer. He still has treats wrapped up securely stashed away in his bag to eat while he's out and about if he gets hungry. ❝ But that was hours ago at this point, and I was debating setting camp to make something to eat. ❞ or find a suitable tree to have a depression nap in before trudging onward.

❝ Between the two of us, however, ❞ and here Aether actually laughs, tired, but amused ❝ I'm getting kind of sick of eating mandragoras and other assorted khuuvaki-infused beings. Don't get me wrong, they are absolutely delicious, but I just miss the taste of actual meat, y'know? ❞ which is saying something given that he has an iron stomach. He's eaten plenty of suspicious-looking things and survived with at most a terrible stomachache as a consequence.

Clap, clap. ❝ So! ❞ still no attempt whatsoever to shake the Harbinger off him. If anything, he seems to be enjoying the close contact and the heat radiating off the other. ❝ Where are we going? ❞ there's, really, only restaurant Speranza in Nasha Town, but maybe Childe has other ideas.

#memento.#drolliic / aether.#i had to save this was really cute #childe.

monstrousmlm

You bring out the monster in him – even as he brings out something almost human in you.

#childe.#chiscara /

i'm really sorry if you've ever known me for a long stretch of time because you know that i tend to measure muses in vibes and not, like, actual units of measurement. and i'm afraid that if i ever gave a unit of measurement out of sheer desperation, then i probably forgot about the exact number. because to me, i measure muses by the comparisons of the people they hold dear : kaeya is at least an inch taller than diluc at all times. in comparison to my childe, kaeya is at forehead kissing height. ren is always tall enough so that silver wolf can headbutt his diaphram. caelus is tall enough to kiss dan heng's nose, and use march's shoulder as an elbow rest. dan heng in nameless form can comfortably rest his head on jing yuan's chest, and kiss his eyebrows as permansor terrae.

#ooc.#numbers are so cold to me #and also i have no idea how to measure in feet u sick perverts ( for legal reasons this is a joke i promise )