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# 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐔𝐌 : A selective and low activity multimuse RP blog currently featuring characters from Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail. Run by Vênus (30+, any pronouns) and affiliated with vvaeritas. Having tremendous fun since 05 / July / 25.
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When you think of Xbalanque killing Xiuhcoatl, it's important (to me) that you remember that Xiuhcoatl was zooted out of abyssal corruption and that he killed Xbalanque in the process. Xbalanque being killed was very much a thing, then he was resurrected by the sacred flame. It is very important, ok?
It's Mehrak's world and we're just living in it! Happy birthday to the architect, engineer and designer ever. 🫶🏻
I need Xiuhcoatl to meet Skirk and know of her story right nyow.
Kaeya: That was just in poor taste
Pantalone: Ah, was it? I'd say the same about hypocrisy, but I find it remarkably riveting, in fact. [Proceeds to voice his distaste for the gods]
Kaeya, tiredly: This is like talking to Dainsleif all over again-
mistakes are so normal and human and inevitable and necessary and real. if i make one however please put me to death
Part of Flins' chest made of crystal, like a window to his ribcage, with his flame inside that he transfers to the lantern when he wants. Send tweet.
Finally, the surgery was a success (so far). Now I can color code the pookies.
@ccaptain ⊹ prompt ⊹ ''what if they kissed?'' hsr kaeya and lohen.... gimme
it was all tongue and lips and teeth. Sloppy, paced not with desperation but with an unparalleled desire for dominance. Lohen had seized Kaeya abruptly, his fingers coiled around the tie holding the Enigma's locks into his pretty little hairdo, and wrist tensed just enough to tug his head back in a perfect angle.
Kaeya's first mistake was thinking he could simply sit in his rocking chair and relax; his second, allowing Lohen to take liberties with their manners of affection.
The knight had then reached from behind, the upper half of his body leaning over and around Kaeya and enclosing him with a greedy focus. The chair creaked under the shift, tilting back as Lohen pulled in until it was angled for ease of access to his boyfriend.
Once positioned, his breath hovered above with intent, lips parted and tongue dripping shiny with saliva while his other hand settled firmly beneath Kaeya's jaw, holding him steady and ready as if to receive a most potent elixir, albeit one with barely a chance to be truly savored before he dipped down to claim it back and more in a single kiss.
Some of the characters chosen for that prompt really surprised me in the best ways.
@aguilareye ⊹ prompt ⊹ "What if they kissed?" 👀🫱🏼 Skirk perhaps?
skirk doesn't mind alcohol. It does little for her and its edge is always dull, making it a passable offer; a tolerable indulgence at best, one that barely grazes her senses.
Yet, when it's taken directly off Boothill's tongue, she finds it shows a sharpness it could never on its own.
How's the view, Lone Star? His voice is low and warmer than whiskey, it lingers on her ears the same as the taste of him on her palate. At this distance, she catches the muted scent of smoke in his breath when he speaks, and a faint mechanical whir in his chest when he chuckles. Reckon most people avoid peekin'.
Traces of a smirk pull at Boothill's lips and hide beneath the softer shadows of the hair framing his face. Skirk doesn't mirror it, nor does she wish to see it dim. Before doubt can creep in to smother it under her reserved appreciation, her hand raises to cup his cheek and brush the rogue strands out of the way, tucked between her artificial fingers as if deliberately threaded through her hold so the light may reveal his smile again.
When she looks now, her gaze drifts downward rather than meeting the blazing intensity of his or searching all the ways his war paint can define defiance and perseverace. She watches the fresh glistening of his lips instead, something as intimate as the evidence of her on him, and her thumb strokes just beneath them, tracing their shape unhurriedly, while her other hand moves across his chest plate toward his shoulder. ❝ ...Just carry on. ❞ The more she has of him, the more she realizes the bite of alcohol itself will always disappoint in comparison.
So her eyes flutter shut, her touch hovering at his cheek as she draws him in, letting the kiss to be hers to begin this time.
Send "What if they kissed?"
and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"
Anaïs Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (1939-1947)
I open photoshop, I tinker with it, I come up with two versions of new icon frames, I don't like either of them for this blog.
Broad wings beat the air and Durin folds himself in, his boots touching down on the rooftop as he joins the Grand Master on the roof.
“Your secret’s safe with me, Ser.” He says with a small chuckle. Varka's fear of Jean is warranted with how Durin has seen Klee scatter at the sound of her voice. He's come to learn The Dandelion Knight runs a tight ship.
Grand Master included.
The dragon prince steps closer, slow at first, then stopping just short of where the sunlight spills brightest, like he’s not entirely sure if now is a good time to bring up what's been weighing on his mind since Varka seems to be lounging. He wouldn't want to distrub him, but Durin doesn't think he'll have another chance.
There’s a pause as Durin finds the courage to speak up. He shifts his weight, gloved fingers brushing idly at the edge of his sleeve. It’s a small tell of his uncertainty, rare and flickering. His eyes drift toward the horizon as he tries to muster up the courage.
“Ser, about your offer, the one you made to me in Nod-Krai . . . ”
Durin looks back, meeting Varka's gaze again and holds it, firmer and guarded; like gripping on the reigns before sprinting forward on the horse.
“About becoming a Favonius Knight. I don't think that's a good idea, Ser. I will have to respectfully . . . decline."
Behind him, Durin's tail lowers, slipping out of sight as if it too would rather not be seen. There’s no bravado in him now, only the quiet weight of hoping he hasn’t broken something he didn’t mean to touch because Varka…
Varka and all the Knights of Favonius feel like something out of those old stories. The kind of stories Durin's mother used to read him where heroes stood tall, laughed loud, and made the world seem just a little less frightening.
Durin isn’t sure he belongs on the same page as them.
The knights have lost one of its members to the Abyss's dark shadow before and Durin does not wish to become the second knight in it's history if one day he does loose himself and lose control of the darkness within his heart.
This decision is only a precaution.
“I apologize, Grand Master.”
soft and easy, the laugh escaping varka expresses his appreciation. Durin is but a young gentleman in his eyes, well mannered and polished in ways that closely make him stand out among the more raucous personalities around Mondstadt. Varka included.
Precisely because of that, it becomes way too easy to note something's weighing down on the other. So Varka waits, he watches with demeanor unchanged in what might as well be him merely enjoying his sunlight, as he did prior to Durin's arrival. Out of respect, he doesn't anticipate the young boy's sentiments despite having the sinking feeling that it would lead them both to this moment, regardless of the Grand Master's best attempts to thwart it. Even so, he is not disappointed in Durin.
There's a moment of pure quiet that stretches briefly between them, one which purpose is to open room for breathing, letting go of the burden of having to say no and basking in the release of finally letting it out. Varka is not privy to the full extent of what Durin's heart guards, but he can parse enough to make sense of the underlying anxiety in that rejection.
❝ Come, sit with me for a bit. ❞ An invitation and a request in one, but never a command.
Varka moves to the side against the wall, his gaze lifted once again, and his hand rested over his knee, tapping idly and without rhythm. ❝ Choosing a direction isn’t easy, and I see you put real thought and heart into this decision. ❞ This alone shows moderation and focus, qualities Varka took his sweet time developing and that Durin, so early venturing into this world, displays. He could not be more hopeful for this kid.
❝ But, heh, don't think you have closed any doors or gotten me off your tail. I stand by my choice to open it for you. And if you ever change your mind, you won’t even need to knock. Just step back in and I'll welcome you with open arms. ❞
@frostwnd replied to your post “ why must life consistently treat him...”:
stelle vc: THAT! IS! GRANDPA!
❝ Ah, do forgive me for my... curiosity. ❞
why must life consistently treat him to quandaries? Why won't the Trailblazer answer him about Mr. Yang's marital status?
