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by happy accident I finished this on xiao’s bday
terra - character study #1:
identity
i. Jump City was beautiful in the same way those dystopian urban areas in the video games Beast Boy and Cyborg liked to play were.
Had Terra been a sculptor, that would've been her magnum opus. From the overturned cars to the half-crumpled buildings to the deep gashes in the asphalt - she crafted it all with her own two hands. She was always good at art.
keqing - character study #2:
infatuation
The imperial ballroom teems with life, a reflection of ten thousand years past. Patrons of varying degrees from varying corners of Teyvat dance and mingle and laugh with one another. Eighteen year old Keqing barely manages to navigate the venue without bumping into this socialite or that diplomat. Just a moment ago, she’d narrowly avoided reuniting with one extremely persistent Inazuman suitor.
A royal marriage between two nations should be reason enough to celebrate, and so earlier that evening, she'd smothered every instinct in her screaming that there is more to be done, that amidst the global threat issued by the Abyss Order, it’s foolish for thousands to gather together in one location unguarded.
After her maids’ insistence that yes, her eyeliner was even, Keqing shed her training gear and exchanged her sword for a flimsy folding fan. One hastily fashioned bun later and she’s donned the only dress remaining in her closet (the others, she explained to her mother, had “shrunk in the wash”). It’s flamboyant in color and design, and the corset accentuates her hips a little too much, but otherwise, it's only mildly intolerable. All she needs to do is pick up her feet.
@spirestar: 'you’re always so right. it must be such a burden.'
"oh, than. you flatter me." megaera steadies herself on a giant pillar, impatiently awaiting the liquid death of the styx to drip drip drip off her body. reeling from a sword to her chest was becoming too rehearsed of a sensation. at this point, it's a perpetual stain on her robes, and worse yet, her fury namesake.
"not that it would take a proverb in one of athena's books to come to that conclusion, anyway." she flexes her hands upward to redo her ponytail. "the both of us are more than aware of how persistent zagreus can be. he's practically rashlike. i can barely stomach it at times."
@finalyaksha: What does the loud kid mean when he says I need to "have my face flattened?"
inwardly, she's berating heizou for being the worst person to ever set foot on this planet. she's killing him dead over and over again - with a gun, with a bat...hell, with a fork. what right did he have to taint her boyfriend's innocence? that's her job!
still, the dark blush spilling over her features regales a different story.
"nothing! it means nothing!" keqing runs both hands down her cheeks so to help their beetness subside (it didn't - not in the slightest). "don't worry about it, okay?"
a song of seduction plays: i love you beeeech. i ain’t ever gone stop loving you…… beeeeech 🎸🎸🎸😎
love yew long time🥵🥵🥵 (long time = forever)
this is my brother and i need a shovel to love him (prints)
“don’t make me hurt you” “don’t make me laugh“
xiao - character study #1:
trauma reposted from old blog
I. THE SIGHT OF BLOOD IS A COMFORT.
It leaks onto the ground from — he isn’t sure where, exactly, other than it’s from him, from his broken body, his battered body. Everything aches. Everything bleeds. He is skin and bones and blood.
His eyes squint at the pool of blood he’s been stewing in. The color is dark, almost black. But he knows it’s blood — recognizes it even when he can’t recall his name.
He remembers that Teyvat is vastly unexplored still. That much is apparent as he marvels at the untrimmed grass, the silence that hangs limp in the air. Consider a landscape painting — unblemished, untainted by humanity. It’s as if he had been rendered into one as an afterthought, or perhaps as a mistake.
@heartinhands: ‘ throwing the battle? looks to me like you just plain old lost the battle. ’
if raven had learned anything about dante, it was this: what he lacked in brain cells, he made up for in audacity. this revelation made her blood boil, but she couldn't afford to lash out at him. giving into any volatile emotions for even a second would only serve to worsen their current circumstances and, subsequently, prolong their time together.
neither of them were particularly keen on this prospect becoming a reality.
raven instead looses a scoff, effectively expelling the string of insults burning the tip of her tongue. “you know, if you'd just kept your mouth shut, that minotaur wouldn't have charged at us to begin with." and by proxy, she wants to add, it also wouldn't have brought down several layers of limestone on top of them, stalactites and all.
she kicks a meandering piece of rubble in his direction. it unfortunately does not nick him in the head nor assist in clearing out the cavern's passageway. "besides, picking fights with pissed off interdimensional beings is part of your job description, not mine."
@heartinhands: ❛ Hello, stranger danger. ❜
mello practically leaps a mile into the air. it isn’t in character for him to startle easily, yet given the circumstances, it would have actually been more surprising if he didn’t.
after all, he could barely remember the last time he heard a voice that wasn’t his inner monologue.
a sharp pain shoots through mello’s hand the instant he recomposes himself – because of fucking course it did. he studies the gash slathered across his palm before refocusing on the smears of blood splayed atop some of the generator’s loose gears.
wait. not only is he a coward, but now, he’s clumsy, too? suddenly, losing a fifth consecutive game of chess to near didn’t sound so bad in comparison.
after lamenting yet another ego death (and more importantly, the lack of bandages on his person), mello’s gaze settles on the final subject requiring his attention: some uniform-clad pretty boy sporting the most basic cut-and-color hair combo he’d ever seen.
“fuck off with your ‘greetings and salutations’,” mello hisses. “cut this –“ he gestures to a fistful of frayed wires hanging out of the generator’s inlet box. “– or i’ll cut you.”
@heartinhands: ❛ I’m a truth-teller. Some people can’t handle it. ❜
so it would once again appear that maura is going green for more than just her environmental engineering club.
she’d sooner burn to a crisp than admit that, though. instead, she narrows her eyes at the smug blond standing beside her. “first of all, sharkie’s not even my type. as if. not even when pigs fly!” her final exclamation is made so loudly that it earns her several odd looks from her surrounding peers. she takes their reactions in stride, leaning against her booth with both arms crossed over her chest.
“and secondly –” she prattles on, pretending like ed had asked her to. “– i couldn’t care less about what or who he does.” maura straightens her posture and resumes distributing infographics to passersby. “it’s his prerogative if he wants to associate with a girl more shallow than the kiddie pool at max’s party.”
sure, that remark was pretty damn misogynistic, especially for the maura mendiola – feminist fatale and egalitarian extraordinaire – but who’s keeping track? not her. and definitely not ed.
maura slumps into the chair behind her booth with a huff too audible to mean nothing. she is quiet for a record five seconds before clearing her throat – also way too conspicuously for comfort - and asking,
“they’re not really together, are they?”
keqing - character study #1:
first kiss reposted from old blog
Keqing had her first and only kiss when she was fourteen.
Picture this: it was a Tuesday night. Her father was out, meeting with Snezhnayan financiers to take shots and talk business. Her mother was two rooms over, gossiping with the wife of another businessman hailing from another prestigious Liyuean family. Based on previous findings — all garnered by way of prompting and eavesdropping — this family was successful, second only to her own flesh and blood. It was likely that her parents wished to forge some sort of partnership with them, hence their rapidly increasing visitations. But for once in her life, Keqing couldn’t care less about that.
What she cared about was soft, sincere — blue-eyed and brown-skinned, ringlets of blonde hair enshrouding her like a waterfall … or perhaps a halo. She couldn’t help but stare every time they were in each other’s company. It didn’t matter what they were doing, either. Whether it be folding clothes or spinning fabric or destemming flower bouquets, the focal point of Keqing’s attention remained there and true.
Of course she's going to UNLOAD a flurry of kisses on her bestie's face!! They have no choice 💋💋💋
it's only when vy registers the faintest hint of citrus perfume that their form relaxes in the girl's hold. prior to that, they'd been stiff as a board - appalled at the sudden display of affection.
"goddammit, mar!" vy whines with a huff. "quit acting like i'm leaving for war or some shit!" nevertheless, they hug her in return - as if they could genuinely be pissed off over something this...wholesome.
"fine, i'll say it. i missed you, too."