LAST DANCE.

no, true love wasn't enough.

[protophanes]

AS SHE KISSES THESE TRAITORS SHE SINGS THEM A LAST SERENADE. A HIGHLY PRIVATE GENSHIN MULTI-MUSE. DO NOT FOLLOW UNLESS YOU ARE A FRIEND OR CLOSE MUTUAL. SIDEBLOG TO @PEZESHK.

↳ REFER TO RULES ON MY MAIN BLOG. MUSE CATALOGUE BELOW.

MONDSTADT, THE CITY OF FREEDOM. ━ ALBEDO, THE CHIEF ALCHEMIST. ━ ROSARIA, THE CHURCH'S BLADE. ━ RAZOR, WOLVENDOM'S SENTINEL.

LIYUE, THE HARBOR OF CONTRACTS. ━ OSIAL, THE LORD OF THE VORTEX.

INAZUMA, THE ISLES OF ETERNITY. ━ KAMISATO AYATO, THE YASHIRO COMMISSIONER. ━ KAMISATO AYAKA, THE WHITE HERON PRINCESS. ━ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA, THE RŌNIN. ━ SASAYURI, THE GREAT TENGU OF YOUGOU. ━ GOROU, THE GENERAL OF WATATSUMI ISLAND.

SUMERU, THE RAINFOREST OF WISDOM. ━ CYNO, THE GENERAL MAHAMATRA.

FONTAINE, THE COURT OF JUSTICE. ━ FURINA DE FONTAINE, THE REGINA OF ALL WATERS. ━ WRIOTHESLEY, THE LORD OF THE FORTRESS OF MEROPIDE.

SNEZHNAYA, THE TUNDRA OF LOVE. ━ PIERRO, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS EFTIRVIT. ━ IL CAPITANO, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS THRAIN. ━ ARLECCHINO, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS PERUERE SNEZHNEVNA. ━ LA SIGNORA, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS ROSALYNE-KRUZCHKA LOHEFALTER.

BEYOND THE SKY, BEYOND THE STARS. ━ THE TRAVELER, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS SOL.

[yudon32]

The execution of Lady Furina de Fontaine

[adrifteons]

DON’T HUG ME I’M SCARED,    sentences taken from the recent  ‘ don’t hug me i’m scared ‘  tv series.

look closely, you will see.

huh. i guess we stayed up all night talking again.

i would like to know what’s meant to happen today.

it’s supposed to be nothing day! i was looking forward to that.

i would really prefer to do as little as possible or nothing at all. is that an option?

you need to be more aggressive.

how strange. they’re pretending they don’t respect me.

i should get the helmet. i’ve got the most valuable brain.

you’re a real go-getter, aren’t you?

stop forming a bond with them.

i guess i kind of yelled… a bit.

you could fire him. or kill him!

at some point we will have an accident — and that’s a promise!

what have they done to you?

you’re just jealous because i’m actually good at it.

perhaps there’s still a place for you here after all.

this does make me appreciate not being in an accident!

wait… what was all of that?

what was it all for?

well. i’m dead!

how did you die?

what does it say about me?

as far back as i can remember, i always knew i deserved to be dead.

this must be a very hard time for you.

great. so what happens now?

i don’t want you! i want my best friend.

hey, wow, i didn’t like that!

i guess it’s just gonna be me and you now.

we didn’t really like him anyway.

you should really eat something at a time like this.

you didn’t even know him!

what do you think happens when we die? do we ever come back?

i’m up for anything! let’s have fun or not have fun.

it’s kind of terrible and wonderful at the same time.

stop saying stuff like that! you’re not supposed to say that kind of stuff!

you replaced me with this… thing.

we are a family, aren’t we?

i’ll admit it’s impressive.

we shouldn’t really be talking to each other anymore, should we?

we don’t even know each other, really.

is that… tea?

it’s a family recipe.

it smells funny in here.

don’t worry, we can always make more.

it’s important to treasure your memories.

oh, what a special day that was.

you’ll stay for dinner, won’t you?

i’m not really sure what it is you’re asking.

i only need the one i love most. and that’s me!

we live in an actual nightmare.

did you see what just happened there?

i’d like you to ask yourself this question: was that the right way to treat somebody or was that actually really hurtful and horrible?

i hate this guy.

how long is this gonna last?

i’m sorry, but we just do not have time for… whatever this is.

oh, come on, speak up!

huh? what is this?

what is going wrong with that one?

well, that’s too many! let’s give up.

would you be surprised if i started wearing a bandana?

i’ll always be in your heart, but i just can’t be around here anymore.

it’s just not fun anymore.

we were just bonding over how much he likes my podcast! isn’t that right?

why don’t we get something to eat and get to know each other better?

does your friend have a worm in his brain?

you’re not trying to get rid of me are you?

you really only need one best friend.

sorry we didn’t get to hang out much.

i wanna see that skeleton!

wait, so we are friends?

i thought you guys hated me for being stupid in the head.

i knew what they were but i don’t know now.

it doesn’t get much better than this!

this is probably definitely the best day of my life.

please don’t have said that.

you don’t mean that!

i wanna go somewhere different. i wanna get out of this place.

don’t you wanna see something else? something different?

we could do with a change of scenery.

how about we take a trip?

it smells like poison.

that is my very special, very warm drink.

wow! how did we get here?

what are you gonna do with a rock?

that’s my business! private business!

are you sure you’re okay?

well. he’s dead!

didn’t understand any of it but, still, was a laugh.

nice to be back at home, eh?

let’s get out of this disgusting corpse, shall we?

we can’t just do stuff! can we?

why is it so hard to look at?

stop it! be still!

um… are you meant to do that?

i mean, just look at me. look how excited i’m getting.

i put up some posters to customize my area.

when i look out through it, it looks back in through me.

maybe i should have a turn being in charge.

it’s gonna be a whole new life for us.

let’s get you settled.

i changed my mind, i want to go home.

i can’t go back! i’m not going back into that house!

no matter how much the wheels turn, the journey always ends up back at home.

what’s wrong with you?

maybe it’s best if you just stick to drying the plates.

i cannot believe how wrong i was.

so, do you feel any different? 

you shouldn’t do this kind of thing.

stop showing off!

stop making up words!

have we gone wrong?

maybe they’re not in charge of us anymore.

well… see you later, then.

what’s wrong? i thought you were up for pushing the boundaries.

i’ve been questioning the very nature of my reality.

there has to be something else, hasn’t there?

you’re not to touch me.

no matter how we twist and turn, we’re still dancing in chains.

are you just going to stand there?

you’re one of my favorites.

you didn’t build all this, did you?

gosh, you still can’t see the funny side.

i always make sure that i have plenty of backups.

really? you like looking at me?

well, i like looking at you, too.

what on earth are you holding?

[campmiasmas]

NOSFERATU 2024, dir. Robert Eggers

[protophanes]

the thought of the traveler going batshit and getting a rifle because paimon was kidnapped or whatever. i said Oh I'm Sure

[freshmoviequotes]

Vivarium (2019)

[glorymine]

ahead, the inverted city waits. dainsleif rests against stone, his gaze settling on the fire. it crackles between them, lending its warmth to paimon’s peaceful features. upon sol, it traces the harder lines of their face— weariness worn openly despite every effort to conceal it. and beyond the flames, the abyss keeps its vigil. watching their every move. watching with him as he glances up at sol’s words.

but when sol raises their eyes to meet his, what he sees is another face:

memory eclipses the present. he is sitting beside a campfire much like this one. sky-blue blooms sway beneath the moon. lumine stands among the flowers, silver light gathered around them.

it gives him pause, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. they’re gone once more.

“pain me?” dainsleif repeats. “...yes. it would be stranger if it did not.” they’re trying to pry further; that much is plain. he does not fault them for it, all things considered. by his own words, fate, it seems, owes them an explanation— but for how much he has divulged already, which, in the grand scheme, amounts to almost nothing— he can well imagine what haunts their thoughts. and yet, he bites his tongue. then crosses his arms. “but pain is of little consequence. it neither changes what has been done nor grants clarity to what remains. if you allow yourself to dwell upon it, it becomes another chain.” he closes his eyes. “one more thing the abyss is eager to wrap around your throat.”

[protophanes]

why do they even try?  sol stares at him for a few moments longer and tries to dissect his answer for something more,  for some sort of hidden subtext they’re missing,  but finds nothing.  they sigh,  exasperated,  and looks to the fire for comfort.  dainsleif is a mystery they can’t solve:  a remnant from a time they spent beneath the water,  and one that does nothing to give them the answers they seek.  a difficult man,  indeed.  it respected his secrets when they first met,  but it cannot find the heart to extend the same kindness now.

❛❛    you’re wrong,    ❜❜  it says.  sol closes their eyes for a moment,  trying to stay their resentment.    ❛❛    wrong about dwelling on it,  i mean.  it helps to talk,  even if you don’t think it does.    ❜❜    the traveler vaguely gestures.     ❛❛   besides,  i think i’m entitled to an explanation.    ❜❜     when are they not?  gods,  humans—  too many have left them in the dark.    ❛❛   i don’t expect you to give me your life story,  or for you to infringe all your secrets to me.  none of that.  but you were there for her when i couldn’t be,  even if you’re enemies now.    ❜❜    was that too bold?  were they too daring?  sol can’t bring themself to feel guilty about it.    ❛❛    i was gone for five hundred years.  i know nothing about what happened to her during that time,  but you do.  you at least owe me that,  dainsleif.    ❜❜

[otaku553]

It’s been so long…..

[protophanes]

it must eat you alive, not knowing. not knowing who, not knowing how, not knowing why. | dainsleif to sol from @glorymine. bcs i can’t help myself

they don’t like being in the chasm.  it is an abyss in it’s own right,  shrouded in darkness and sounds they do not like,  no matter how natural they are,  but at least the fire they’ve created does away with the dark and cold.  night and day does not exist at this depth,  but sol cares little for it,  not when it feels terribly fatigued.     (    still an odd thing,  still something they’ve yet to get used to,  even after all this time.     )     the flames burn bright and warm,  but it doesn’t make them relaxed around their company,  not when his words cut into unhealed wounds.

it must eat you alive,  not knowing.     ❛❛     it does.     ❜❜    the traveler says,  sharper than it meant.     ❛❛     of course it does.     ❜❜     what does the boughkeeper think it dreams about every night, every day?  there are the gods and the many other things they’ve experienced in this world,  but there is no greater wound than their own sibling—  their flesh and blood,  the one person who should’ve ran into their arms the moment they saw them—  leaving them in the dust.     (    so hard,  they think.  it is so hard to love them these days when they don’t understand.     )     sol finds the strength to look away from the fire,  to look @glorymine in the eyes.  they speak softly so as to not wake paimon.     ❛❛     and what about you?  does it pain you?     ❜❜     it asks,  head canting to the side in curiosity.     ❛❛     you and my sibling had a history,  clearly.  whatever happened between you two,  surely it must sting to think about, even if it happened years ago.     ❜❜

[jewfish]

🍅

[protophanes]

i can’t work with you if we’re not honest with each other. (for ayato)

sometimes he wonders what his father would do if he was here.  the clan mausoleum sees him daily now,  more than usual.  truth be told, he can’t find a reason as to why he keeps sitting in front of the urns that house his parents.  perhaps if he sat there for long enough,  their ashes would piece themselves together and give him the answer he’s so desperate for,  but the gods are not kind enough to give him that,  nor are they willing.  or perhaps he thinks if he stays there,  ruminating on all the things his father told him on his death bed or in his will,  it’d make him remember something that could make this dilemma go away.  the kamisato clan and its vassals exist to preserve the prosperity of the isles in holy and violent reverence,  but they have no verdict to make when it comes to the one that wounded them for centuries to come.

ayato stares at @kunigutsu rather blankly and all they can think about is the audacity.  the audacity to ask for honesty.  the audacity to travel all the way back to his homeland and grovel at the feet of a clan that has just barely repaired itself after he struck it down.  for a moment,  he wishes ayaka was here.  ayaka inherited their mother’s kindness and diplomacy,  she’d have a better response regardless of her feelings on the matter.  to this day,  ayato struggles to emulate her.     ❛❛     what gave you the impression i’m dishonest?     ❜❜     they ask.  clearly something stood out if he’s asking so brazenly like this.  ayato blinks,  manages to keep their voice even.     ❛❛     i’ve been rather blunt with you this whole time,  no?     ❜❜

[enilehtnorevol]

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[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around ... well, smut. adjust phrasing — mature themes, obviously . )

| -> ( ... ) lightly spicy.

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

shhh, they'll hear you.

i'm serious - right here, right now.

i needed a distraction, and here you are.

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

can i touch you here ?

i have five minutes, let's make this quick.

you seem to know what you're doing.

oh, we've barely just started.

i won't break, don't be afraid.

can't we just sneak off ? no one will notice.

i'm getting under you to get over someone else. is that okay ?

did you start without me ?

[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ?

you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

you have no idea how long i've wanted this.

looks like it's just us here ... privacy at last.

can we come up with a safe word before continuing ?

you're so beautiful, [ name ].

take these off.

you take them off for me.

wait ... won't they hear us ?

don't get sappy on me, it's just sex.

can we try something new tonight ?

i skipped underwear, just for you.

if you tear that, you're paying for it.

i've missed this so much.

you just want me to do all the work ... it's kinda hot.

you don't have to hide anything from me.

tell me you love me ... i won't hold you to it, just say it.

you know what i'm waiting for.

is this the [ piece / lingerie ] i picked out for you ?

feeling risky ?

your scars don't make me see you any differently.

take me to the sofa, i can't make it to the bed.

i want this. i want you.

i don't know how i ever lived without this. without you.

i could never share you with anyone else.

do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower ...

i want to forget. just help me forget.

is this okay ? [ ... ] tell me if that changes, alright ?

you can pretend i'm [ name ], if that helps.

let's make this last ... i want you to remember tonight.

this doesn't have to mean anything.

i want to hear you say it.

do you trust me with this ?

let me take care of you.

right here on the counter ? naughty ...

i want to paint that pretty neck plum with hickeys.

someone's feeling bold tonight.

don't worry, i'll buy you another one.

you turn me on so easily --

say please.

| -> ( ... ) xxxtra spicy.

you're doing so well for me , [ name ].

i thought i told you to [ wait / stay still ].

choke me . i promise i'll be fine .

i'm so fucking [ wet / hard ] for you.

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ...

i'm all yours ... fuck- all yours–

touch yourself for me.

can you come from just this ?

ah-- you're going to leave a mark.

do you want to taste yourself ?

please, [ name ] - i want to come.

do you have any idea how good you taste ?

you look so fucking good down there.

show me where it feels good, [ ... ] right there ?

faster ... fuck, i'm so close.

please, please, plea-

if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

say you're mine. shout it so everyone knows what we're doing in here.

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop-

i won't stop until you've come so hard your legs shake.

get on your knees for me, baby.

are you getting close ? i'm almost there–

fuck me like you hate me. pretend if you have to.

fuck me like you love me. pretend if you have to.

i love the sounds you make ... i can't get enough.

get yourself off ... i love watching you.

come for me. now.

grab your [ toy ], i'm about to rock your world.

please touch me. please, i'll do anything.

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.

fuck, [ name ], i'm coming ... fuck-

tell me how badly you need [ it / me ].

you feel so fucking good.

please, i'm so close.

[abysel]

the oak at windrise throws a wide shadow. @ategod (as sol) stands within it, their face hidden behind a restless lattice of leaves and branches. only the edges of them catch the afternoon sun; a shoulder, a strand of pale hair, the amber of one eye whenever the wind stirs. it is difficult to tell where the shadow ends and they begin. kaeya leans against the trunk. he does not speak at first. sol does. it is a whisper. "i'd rather die than live with no mercy, no honor, no soul."

kaeya remains where he is, silent for a moment longer. his gaze lifts toward barbatos's statue in the distance, unmoving in the light. "and if mercy demands something ugly of you?" he asks. "if honor hurts someone you love? if keeping your soul means abandoning everyone else's?" arms fold over his chest. "tell me, sol." his eye leaves the towering archon and rests on them once more. "when every choice feels unforgivable, how do you decide which guilt you're willing to live with?" he studies it. a curious person, the traveler. there are times when kaeya gets the impression he is arriving late to a conversation already in progress. he has never cared for the feeling. "there are those who are very fond of speaking about virtue when every path leads somewhere pleasant. the difficulty begins when it doesn't."

his hand rises in a vague gesture. "when someone must suffer. when someone must be sacrificed. when every choice leaves blood on your hands, no matter how carefully you make it." a pause. "would you still know which answer is mercy? which answer is honor? or would you simply choose the guilt you find easiest to carry? because that's usually what these grand moral dilemmas come down to. just guilt." an index tips forward, lazily pointing toward sol. "and i've noticed you're awfully determined to carry all of it yourself."

[protophanes]

in their eons of life,  sol has realized one thing:  everyone’s different.  people have certain ways of presenting themself,  little tics here and there that help it discern whether they’re deserving of its faith,  a thing they still struggle with in their solitude.    (    someone else should be by their side,  they think,  guiding their way through this foreign place.  distant dreams,  unfulfilled hope.  it’s heart aches at the thought.    )    their judgment says they can trust their new allies in mondstadt,  but they do not know what to think about kaeya.  they sense something else beyond his charisma,  something sol can’t pinpoint.  pain,  maybe.  secrets,  too.  both things they can understand and nothing they can’t get kaeya to confess to.  but how fair would that be when they too have things to hide?

the sun is terribly warm on their skin.  windwheel asters brush against their muddied boots,  swaying with the wind.  the traveler stares in a stunned sort of silence,  unsure of what to say.  for a moment,  it wonders if it hit a nerve,  if they should apologize for something they don’t know.  it inhales,  sharp.  it doesn’t know if it’s the right response.     ❛❛     you don’t know me or what i can live with.  what i’ve already lived through.     ❜❜     thousands of years of vagrancy.  their long lost twin.  the quiet,  slumbering depths of their prison in the sea.  there is more too,  of course,  things they don’t want to think about.  a hand splays itself over their heart.  they feel weaker than they wish to be.     ❛❛     do you think i’m naïve?     ❜❜     their hand closes itself into a loose fist.     ❛❛     that i don’t understand this is going to require sacrifice?     ❜❜

blood,  sacrifice,  and mercy.  kaeya’s words echo terribly in the traveler’s head.  they don’t want to detriment others or hold any ill will to them;  the few lives they’ve already taken feel like an unforgivable sin,  no matter how justified.  cruelty doesn’t suit them.  it’s the last thing they want.     ❛❛     you speak like you doubt i can handle myself.     ❜❜

[mintaii]

the chariot

[absolmemes]

☾ lustful action prompts.

a litany of prompts exploring intimacy and sexuality. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[beg.] sender makes receiver beg before giving them what they want.

[fumble.] sender struggles impatiently with receiver's clothes.

[shh.] sender stuffs their fingers in receiver's mouth to keep them quiet.

[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.

[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.

[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.

[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.

[drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver.

[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time.

[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.

[deep.] sender pushes receiver's head down during oral until they gag.

[eager.] sender holds receiver's head still and fucks their mouth.

[anchor.] sender pins receiver's hips while eating them out.

[grind.] sender grinds their hips into receiver while receiver gives them oral.

[press.] sender pushes a hand against receiver's stomach while inside them.

[hold.] sender grabs receiver's hand to hold while they have sex.

[pin.] sender pins receiver's wrists above their head.

[straddle.] sender straddles receiver's body to restrain them.

[clutch.] sender clutches receiver's jaw to hold their head still.

[hollow.] sender presses a thumb into the hollow of receiver's throat.

[cradle.] sender cradles receiver's throat in their hand, applying light pressure.

[stay.] sender cockwarms receiver.

[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.

[stare.] sender forces receiver to maintain eye contact.

[cling.] sender wraps their legs tight around receiver's waist while they have sex.

[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex.

[suckle.] sender sucks on receiver's chest and nipples.

[eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.

[praise.] sender praises receiver for taking it well.

[hush.] sender forbids receiver from making a sound.

[chokehold.] sender locks receiver's throat in the crook of their arm.

[mark.] sender leaves hickeys on receiver where they will be seen later.

[nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck.

[rut.] sender gets caught up, fucking receiver harder without warning.

[protophanes]

ayato is one of the most interesting playable characters to me because he is one of the few with a genuine level of moral intrigue (besides the obvious such as childe, arlecchino, etc.) the shuumatsuban is all fun and games until you remember this specific piece of lore