𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒.

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𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀.   written by nine, your neighbourhood cryptid   (   28   /   theythem.   )   there will be disturbing elements to this portrayal, thus interactions will be with other adults only. please do not follow if you’re under 20. unattached personal blogs will be soft blocked. standard rules apply   ;   no direct god - modding, and please reblog from the source if possible. we are multi - ship, private, multi, and oc friendly.    estab   ;   11 / 2020.   𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒:   @tempestial   (   dan heng, low activity   )   rules, etc. under the cut.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑:   kaeya, tartaglia, pierro, subject two / rubedo.   (   testing   )   wriothesley, freminet, ren / blade, & jingliu.

                                                        𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒     :     I.

i.   due to my writing speed, i will only be interacting with mutuals.   ii.   due to pending lore, childe’s interpretation and canon divergencies are subject to change.   iii.   setting scenes and making assumptions about my character is fine, but godmodding is not.   iv.   shipping is based on chemistry. while childe may flirt, if not discussed, he will not pursue.   v.   nsfw will most likely be present. interaction is limited to other adults only. content is tagged, “ nsft   / ”   vi.   i will not be dragged into drama. i am simply too old.

hi, i’m nine.   filo australian working / studying which will affect my ability to reply. my discord is available for chatting and plotting, so i hope we can have fun writing together   !!

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i'm probably not going to be using this blog for the forseable future.

my strongest muses can be found on their own separate ( or side ) blogs:

blog roll:

kaeya + pierro ( @pavocelus + @firstomen. ) childe ( @dvouring. ) wriothesley ( @wulvend. ) albedo + rubedo ( @khemeian + @iosised. )

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childe has been moved off the multi as punishment for multiple crimes.

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mhy lets talk lets discuss why you took away his tan and facial scars

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𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇   𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐀   𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐎𝐅   𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄   through   chilled   veins,   shooting   pleasure   down   his   spine   in   ways   he   couldn't   begin   to   describe,   even   with   his   age   old   and   extensive   vocabulary.   pass   after   pass   of   hungry   lips,   the   twining   of   tongues   and   gnashing   of   fangs.   neuvillette   has   long   since   learned   to   stop   holding   back   with   wriothesley.   there   was   no   need   to,   after   all   -   not   when   he'd   seen   all   of   him   anyway,   not   when   his   draconic   traits   would   too   often   lurk   at   the   forefront   in   the   warden's   presence.   undue   violence   and   carnal   implication   was   what   had   brought   them   together   -   but   now   it   was   the   fires   of   chemistry,   stoked   deep   in   both   their   veins,   and   a   burning   addiction   that   neuvillette   couldn't   begin   to   combat.   

wriothesley,   wriothesley,   wriothesley   -   mint   and   cigarettes   purvey   his   senses,   taking   over   each   inch   of   his   thoughts   like   a   haze   of   the   finest   gossamer.   the   chief   justice   mouths   at   him,   lips   never   supplicant,   but   always   hungry   -   teeth   never   gentle,   but   always   insatiable.   and   as   the   warden   bucks   up   into   him,   heat   grinding   to   heat,   neuvillette   stills   for   the   barest   hint   of   a   moment,   and   lets   a   short,   sharp   groan   fall   forth   kiss-stained   tiers   before   he   can   stop   himself.   wriothesley   is   right,   of   course.   it   chases   away   his   wit   in   a   matter   of   seconds.   the   damned   warden   knew   exactly   how   to   get   under   his   skin,   how   to   make   him   hungry.    "   don't   call   me   -   "   his   head   raises,   thrown   back   just   slightly   as   that   strong   leg   tightens   upon   the   other's   frame,   pulls   their   hips   closer   and   closer   still   with   each   grind   of   friction   between   them.   "-   princess,   ahh..."   damned   his   judges   robes,   they   were   so   heavy,   so   cumbersome.   he's   always   so   sensitive   when   it   comes   to   wriothesley,   always   hungry,   and   it   shows   as   he   greedily   reaches   forth,   ripping   his   gloves   off   with   his   own   teeth   to   reveal   those   dark,   draconic   claws   that   only   wriothesley   is   privy   to.   no   sense   in   holding   back   his   more...   carnal   aspects   once   again.   it   was   not   an   unfamiliar   sight   to   the   warden,   he's   sure.

said   claws   slide   through   dark   hair,   running   gently   over   the   edges   of   soft   -   fluffy   ears   as   their   lips   sink   together   again.   he   kisses   him   one   more   time   -   the   steady   roll   of   hips   following   suit,   hurried   and   rushed   but   so   good   and   so   hungry.   he   craved   him   like   the   tide   craved   land   -   pawing   wantonly   at   beaches   and   banks   until   only   water   remained.   the   same   is   true   for   neuvillette,   the   svelte   lines   of   frame   rocking   against   wriothesley's   strong   body   with   soft,   beckoning   pants   -   a   blue   tinted   flush   adorning   the   apple   of   his   cheeks.   "   i   have...   another   trial   in   a   half   hour.   "   he   hisses   softly,   breathless   with   desire.   "   i   want   you   to   fuck   me.   right   now.   "   it   was   more   a   demand   than   request.

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          in the alcoves of the light brought forth by the cleansing city of hydro, he had seen who neuvilette truly was. and yet – had that made them closer in any respect ?   perhaps, perhaps not. it became hard to tell when the judge remained that ever present, and ancient enigma – what his goals were, what drove him, none of that could be discerned via their late night rendezvous   (   or, in this case, mid day – mid work day to be more exact.   )   no amount of pleasure wrought from wolven claws would ever bring him closer to understanding one of the powerful men in fontaine   (   in teyvat if he were to be precise.   )   he could only find satisfaction in knowing the intricacies of bringing neuvilette to his knees, to understand that even if this submission was feigned, he still did so willingly, that wriothesley was every bit the fish caught in a net as he was under the warden’s strong grip.

          he wondered if that would change, like the push and pull of tide, like the ebb and flow of sea. as he opened neuvilette up and pressed into the heat of him, files scattered, sovereign taken over some poor constituent’s desk, wriothesley wondered what about him had caught the dragon’s eye. he was not a vain little thing, nor someone in need of constant validation. when he pondered this, he often meant humanity   (   adjacent or otherwise,   )   what about them warranted a sea lord’s time ?   boredom ?   surely not. surely the beautiful arch of these bones meant something more than a fleeting past time ?   hmm, maybe he was a little uneasy at the thought of a dragon lord using them like mere playthings. and yet here he was, at his beck and call, drawn in by those bewitching eyes. ears twitched, another roll of his hips in an attempt to block out thoughts unwarranted. there were more important things to focus on than the nature of a situationship that hadn’t meant to last this long anyway.

          it was often in the quiet moments of satiety after, where the wretched feeling between hate and something else would blossom, wriothesley would become afflicted with something that made his jaw clench and chest ache. aftercare with what little was available to them was a languid affair, so habitual wriothesley had started it without much thinking, so much of it completed while still working through his own aftershocks, the pleasant thrums moving through his body. he rested then, in the crook of neuvilette’s neck, savouring the bare skin before he’d don his silly jabot again, something almost tender in the way the bites and marks left behind brushed instead of breaking skin.   “   how much time do you have left ?   ”   a rasped. he was due to return to his duties as well. he worried about how much harder it was becoming to tear himself away.   “   i want to see you again tonight.   ”

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          blinding oneself could only slow the ebb and flow of mara for so long. where frostbitten steps had guided former swordmaster to the luofu, in lieu of a brief window of clarity, a whisper of hope to reunite with older friends, she had found only misery and death. spiders, and lilies. vague recollections of this woman’s appearance, her voice replayed time and time again over clipped footage and terrorist headlines, accompanied then by the sight of that arrogant craftsman.   “   you have ways in which to quell the mara ?   ”   speech disjointed, breathy, as if a lack of use would allow for dominion from the plague author, use jingliu’s body like a garden bed. she would not allow for it, not until she could refine a blade so sharp as to strike her down.   @whispershe.

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          to balance the ebb and flow of mara was to toy with the mettle of an unhinged goddess, playing tug of war with his psyche while yaoshi met with the strings of fate unlike that of a bored kitten. in the small gaps of clarity between each bout of bloodlust, what ren remembered   (   what he became accustomed to – so deeply that pain had simply become an intrinsic part of who he was   )   was a sick reliance on it. a trade ; his sanity, his personhood in exchange for the healing relief that came with being yingxing for one moment longer.

          “   what ?   ”   and it comes out a haggard, pathetic thing. a gravely exercise in ruination. kafka most likely knew how long he’d been trying to suppress it, the depressing creep of spider lilies, growing, wrapping ‘round his limbs like a vice. ren had never been able to hide anything from her. the pain ebs, as it always does. some spark of it was pleasurable, and fitting for one condemned as an abomination, but not this time ; not when it threatens to shatter both body and mind in one fell blow. her steady gaze was as infuriating as it was calming.   “   stop looking at me like that.   ”   @whispershe   /   sc.

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@dawnsdark said  :   picks up the ginger by the scruff and YEETS him <affectionately>

          "   ———   oh, is that how it is ? would've thought the esteemed master ragnvindr had more control. you can't seem to keep your hands off me.   "

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starter call for ren / blade, because he is the muse i most want to get off the ground and the only way i get adjusted to muses is by throwing myself into the fire.

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dvouring kaeya, an empath: smh smh haitham

"do you want to join in the effort, captain? how kind of you."

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          "   haha.   who do you take me for, al haitham ?   a man who hasn't recently gotten his nails done ?   no, thank you.   "

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          “   @abyssmalice, your worry for this body is infantile.   ”   once again, foul runs amok in ajax’s body. they wrestle over control with only tonia as the unwilling witness to the violet ring ‘round irises once foul wins. it clicks, not unlike that of a rattle snake upon coming closer, the gash upon ajax’s chest knitting together before their very eyes. the legacy tended to take over only when his soul had had enough, when the pain was too much. hadn’t it been doing both of them a favour ? the host’s little sibling liked to pretend she was not worried, but it could tell, it could see through lies.   “   see ?   ”   the gash had now been replaced with smooth skin, though the blood and wrecked appearance of his clothes remained.   ———   sc.

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          “   ———   mmm, seems i couldn’t keep your attention long, @caelune. a tiny break and you’re already flirting with the fontaise warden.   ”   mock despair, still, could not hide the unabashed glee in the captain’s expression as he draped over his beloved, falling into ajax’ arms as if it was second nature to be this dramatic, as well as to trust in the harbinger’s strength completely, to carry him when he was this full of nonsense. gloved hands raise, a playful pat, pat to a freckled cheek.   “   although, i cannot blame you, liebling, fontaise men are rather pretty.   ”   ———   sc.

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