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                       ayla  •  she/her  •  est time  •  age 21+  •  blog est dec 2020   

hello! this is an indie, private, simple roleplay blog for RAZOR of mihoyo’s genshin impact! please do not follow if you are not a roleplay blog. this is all fictional, and all headcanons are my personal interpretation. this blog is meant to be casual and lowkey, as i work full time and can be distant from tumblr sometimes - i just really love this wolf kiddo. 

             RULES HERE !

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i love logging in to this blog only to see my notifs absolutely wrecked by personal blogs xoxo

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          “   come now, just one more game. best 6 out of 7 ?   ”   a gleam of excitement in his eyes. kaeya was already dealing out his next five cards, childish with his eagerness to test run this new genius invocation deck again. chop chop, there are games to and paperwork to avoid.          /          open.

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he doesn't like this game. maybe because he still quite doesn't understand it, but whatever. he doesn't like losing. wolfkin just glares at the cards, before gaze shifts up to kaeya. eyes locked in a pout, razor reaches out to grab the cards kaeya has dealt, only to eat them.

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adding to the list of 'unconventional friendships i could see razor having in canon' is haitham. specifically bonding over their ease of being overstimulated by people/noises. haitham giving razor some soundproof headphones to help him focus? it would change his LIFE

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like for an awoo

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Son!!

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MOM!!

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"teefies!" -chongyun

razor bites to show affection so be prepared for a lot of bites, chongus.

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Gives him an apple. Gives him an apple. Gives him an apple. Gives him an apple. Gives-

tries to stuff all of them in his mouth at once.

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razor @ childe when he returns from the abyss buttcrack: you stink

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the hairbrush works smoothly through silky, freshly-conditioned silver locks, ex-knight having long since washed away dirt and picked the twigs and leaves from razor's hair and simply indulging in the act of grooming. as razor grows up, makes new friends and hones his survival skills in the wild, diluc feels as if he's seeing less and less of him--to help him integrate into society to the extent that he's comfortable, to see him thriving and loved and cared for was always the end goal of taking him in, but he hadn't expected the bittersweet ache of missing him even when he hasn't really gone anywhere.

but he can be content with these moments, the increasingly rare occasions when the two of them can simply sit and enjoy each other's company, if it means giving the young wolf room to grow and learn in his own right. hairbrush set aside, diluc begins to weave his fingers through razor's hair, carefully separating it into strands that he starts to manipulate into a loose braid.

" ...you're a good kid, razor, " dawn admits rather suddenly, leaning forward to press his nose into razor's crown, nuzzling him gently like his lupical might show affection. his voice is a bit morose, but certainly not without its sincerity, " i'm very proud of you, and i always will be. don't ever forget that. "

despite his usual silence and avoidance of humanity, razor was, at his core, a very tactile person. grooming was how he communicated with his lupical, the family not like him. he could understand them to some degree, not with human words but actions and sounds, but it always came back to touch. licking, nipping, bathing, even the way the pack slept together all held meaning. touching humans was different, it was hard to know exactly what a certain touch might mean. but he knows this.

diluc has always seemed to understand this, understand him in a way most other humans didn't. he's learned over time spent with the man, that it came from their general disposition; a desire for comfort with oneself, but also an innate need for connection. he's always found it hard to express himself with words, thankfully diluc required none of him. teacher was wonderful, kind and smart and pushed him to explore new things. but diluc? diluc nurtured the parts of razor that he couldn't change, and never made him feel bad for it. it's why he comes back. like a dog returning to the place it knows is home, time apart vanishes when he returns. diluc doesn't pry what he's gotten in to, where he went - razor will tell him, he doesn't mind. but he knows diluc doesn't expect it. wolfkin knows to expect a warm meal, a warmer bed, and a unique bonding he hasn't found elsewhere. 

he could fall asleep like this, which is unlike a boy raised in the wilderness, always keeping one eye open. but diluc's hands are warm, the brush melodic almost. he feels safe. red eyes slot open when diluc speaks. 

"proud," razor parrots, as he often does when trying to make sense of words he's heard. he's not sure what prompted diluc to tell him this, now of all times, but he likes how the word makes him feel. he doubts it would feel the same if someone else said it - it makes him feel warm because it is diluc who does, "i carry name, now," he turns to look at diluc behind him, hand curled with thumb out, so he can point it back at himself, "i am ragnvindr. i will always make proud, so i know i deserve it." // @piercingdarke

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mr dark and omnious diluc getting dragged into the shenanigans of the youth of mondstat - 🍮

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me any time razor is somewhere outside of mondstadt: he needs to talk to god about fixing his mentor's timeline, thanks.

[allxgene]

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"Hey little pup, you lost?"

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he's wary of strangers usually, but this one smells....familiar. like a flower he has smelled before, "...yes. need to find archon of water."

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pspsps wrios where you at dog meet dog

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razor, to a flock of seagulls, "look at all those chickens."

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“I know full well that’s not true. Master Lisa’s told me how well you’ve been doing under her teaching. Maybe it’s just a matter of finding a subject that piques your interest…”

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just pouts. usually, this face works on lisa... "words are hard."

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melodicbreeze The wind wisp stares up at expectantly

puts him in his pocket.