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💋 for stelle from sampo LOL

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss (1/5)

"You..." Honestly! Of course Sampo would flock to something advertised as free. "Since it's you, I should charge you." Stelle grumbled, but there was no real heat to it.

Instead, before he could reply to that, Stelle grabbed his shirt to pull him down and press their lips together- not without a bite before shoving him back.

"That's all you get!"

#anrupanshi #muse: stelle

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A dramatic press of a hand into the center of a very wounded chest was given, soft gasp to reinforce the utter sharp blow (or at least implied sharp blow) that she had dealt to his poor little heart following after. "Your sharp words of mistrust strike a deep wound to little ole me! I would never try to take advantage of a dear old friend like you, all of my offers are quite genuine for someone as important as you!" A smile tugged innocuously at the corners of his mouth. "Of course though, if you /were/ looking for a chance to make a quick buck, I do have some suggestions... special, only for you~ What do you say, dear friend?"

The corners of her mouth twitched into a grin for a moment before Stelle could school her features, giving him a look of someone unimpressed.

"Let me guess- this 'suggestion' would have me running around to collect things for you?" That was par for the course on any planet she'd been to, not just errands she'd ran for Sampo before.

"C'mon, approaching me just for schemes makes me think that's all you think about. Does Koski not know how to have fun that doesn't involve swiping cash? Is he actually secretly a boring old business man in a suit at heart?"

#muse: stelle #anrupanshi #she called him the worst thing she could. boring. DFFGDFFHDF

"My wonderful, dear, amazing old friend - what do you mean when you say 'you're the fly and I'm the trash'? Are you saying that harmless, lil ole' me is the fly? More importantly, that you're the trash?" - sampo to stelle lol....

Ah, had he heard that? Stelle figured she shouldn't be surprised- either he heard what he wasn't supposed to, or he didn't hear what he was supposed to ( at least, playing so ).

"I meant that it gives me the same ominous feeling that comes with you roping me into one of your little ideas." Yeah, totally, that's absolutely what she meant. "You certainly buzz around waiting for an opportunity to make money like one."

Focus on that and not the 'dear', Stelle.

#muse: stelle #anrupanshi #help dfhgdfgffd

For every step forward there was a spasm that shook his muscles, making out of walking a nigh impossible task. Dáinsleif’s body should no longer be in pain after Irminsul’s interference to prevent him from falling to insanity and thus being thrown into the abyss of corruption, but the overwhelming pain remained registered into his brain. His face has seen better days, all dirtied with stains of black and red, of tears and a mess of drenched light blonde locks sticking to his face that serve as a canvas for the other colors. Trails of scarlet blood imprint on the ground as he goes with each labored breath to keep himself grounded.

Where was he heading to exactly? He could feel it, the holy aura that gods transmit to him. That was what he had felt earlier before, and so Asmoday confirmed for him upon reminding him that he, too, once belonged to the kingdom of the heavens. Each step drew him closer to what he hoped to be her, to ask why everything had to spiral into this destruction. The denizens of Khaenri’ah had their good and their wrongs as every individual in another country would— was it so wrong to stray from the divine’s reign and shelter oneself into this dark isolation where nearly nobody dared to reach?

At long last he reaches to the destination, that where his senses warned him of a divine presence and against his best judgement he headed for— she is not there. In her stead, there was the presence of another whom he fails to recognize at once due to the whirl of emotions that coils in his stomach. And thus he remains in a stupor, icy sapphires looking towards the other’s general direction albeit never focusing until they do and Dáinsleif forces himself to move once again towards the imprisoned figure.

The Twilight Sword falls defeated onto his knees atop the pitch black mud that surrounded the only divine being that remains alive in this place. It takes him a few moments to recompose himself to the best of his ability and look upwards, frozen astrals ultimately registering whom this man is— it was hard not to recognize him after connecting his physical appearance to that of the Statues of the Seven that litter the land of Geo. ❝It will be a matter of time… until their safety is jeopardized, too.❞

What are mortals to do in the face of a calamity of such magnitude when even the most skilled of individuals in the art of combat struggle against these creatures without their god? His words lack the malice that several people whom he has failed to protect had as they turned into unsightly creatures before his very eyes. The spiral of sentiments he had felt all of a sudden was big, but the pain he felt with every crack of his skin to make room for the Ley Lines to occupy his corruption that he feels numb to it all. With naught but the ringing of his ears of screams that no longer exist.

Before he knew it or could do something to avoid it —not that he would do anything, at the moment simply giving in sounded more tempting, less painful—, Dáinsleif passes out on the spot, thus effectively shutting down all the dark whispers within the confines of his mind.

Kill him.

He ignores how much time has passed since he fell from the brink of consciousness, albeit it is a sharp pain as a result of the still ongoing process of muting the corruption within him that forces him awake. Azure eyes look upwards again and for the first time since his gaze laid upon Morax he takes notice of the deplorable state he is in. Something must’ve happened, for these spears are by no means any fabrication of Khaenri’ah. He looks to his close surroundings next, observing immediately the black mud that he’s kneeling on that perhaps it must’ve taken a toll on the god before him.

❝One reason.❞ The Bough Keeper mumbles under his own breath, a single tear streaming down his face the next time he looks upwards. Sapphire flames emerge from his hands, spreading all over the dark mud at a slow pace, ceaselessly. ❝Give me one good reason to think that not all of your kind is the same— that mortals on the other side won’t be more damned if you make it safely out of here. That there is still hope for them… if you return to Liyue.❞ Steam rises skywards as the black mud recedes. Relentless as these flames may be, they don’t seek to harm, no. They seek to consume that which is poisonous to this world— and so many other beings that are weak to its influence.

@anrupanshi ✦

#anrupanshi #◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος γ: Aγκασμένος στην αθανασία ┊Aftermath of disaster.┊

❝ i’m not used to getting stared at like this. it’s making me blush. ❞ - from ganyu

There was an ambience that couldn’t be matched when it comes to settling upon one of Liyue’s shorelines. While unexpected in having company upon this venture, the curious adepti seemingly didn’t mind coming to join him in discovering his own personalized lay of the land. The art of fishing was an element that Thoma found himself immersed at a surprisingly young age. Maybe it had to do with how his dad offered just a little more leeway of staying out if it was in the name of finding that prized catch.

Whereas eagerness to conquer the bigger fish may of promoted his improvement in the older days. After trial and tribulation, renewed outlooks, having a slower pace to soak in everything has become immensely valuable.

That said, while the particular wait amidst the waters to secure a bit allowed for them to lounge comfortable.. As always, the unexpected always swung in close. Amidst the shining rays from parked within the skies above, it somehow made other elements more.. exposed, attention grabbing similar to the tinge of gold amidst green flora. Except in this particular case Thoma’s mind hadn’t really translated how this could be paid to Ganyu’s end, despite her peaceful penchant for conversation as a break from the office was doing them worlds of good.

She.. had some really pretty horns.

Thoma’s emerald irises found themselves transfixed while a trained hand kept on his fishing pole. Just watching how an elegant streak of scarlet courses across that obsidian trail, how it juxtaposed with the following winterland color of her icy blue hair. The impulse was unconsciously taken to simply appreciate how in a moment of her at peace, it really did hold a profound sense of beauty to slowly taken in, similar to the moment at hand. At least, it was until his eyes had followed some idle impulse to peer down.

....

Only to realize she was staring back. A bit wide eyed and suddenly a touch too flushed upon the apples of her cheeks.

Oh f-

What were you even supposed to say in situations like this?! While companionship was certainly a growing facet of their bond, the overarching goal, the fact they’re the two poles of growing communication from their particular lands wasn’t forgotten. And here he was! Just lost into the act of virtually ogling her horns! “M-- My apologies, that!” His voice begins, hitches upon breathe only for him to perk up straight, immediately staring his sights away from the questioning gaze of Ganyu amidst such a moment.

Thoma was a soul who had no excuse for his actions now. He was basically staring down to her soul in that moment.

“I.. Excuse my manners on such! The sight of you at peace was just a peaceful view in it’s own ri..” Wait.

Was that truly any better than just telling her the actual truth!? At this point his diminishing composure hardly held any clue.

That awkward of just attempting to say ‘nice horns’ led to a whole new field entirely!

@anrupanshi

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"Your quick appearance here is appreciated. Um, I hope that your journey went well?" Indeed, when there was a message from Tri Commission sent over to the Qixing on talks of building communications between the two nations now that the Sakoku Decree had been fully repelled, there were some rumors of who might be sent over. Some had thought it natural for someone from the Kanjou Commission to be sent over - given that the division dealt with bureaucratic affairs and others thought the Tenryou Commission might send over a representative given the overwhelming presence of them. It had been a bit surprising when it was the Yashiro Commission who had instead sent someone instead, surprising more so given the other's diverse background. Perhaps she felt a bit of a kindred spirit in him for that reason, though it wasn't nearly of the same magnitude of her own division.

"Um, I'll be your point of contact here. My name is Ganyu and I'm a secretary for the Qixing. Lady Ningguang apologizes for her lack of presence, it has been rather busy here as of late."

There was a stalwart sensation in drawing himself in to the City of Contracts. While peace blankets itself upon the surface, it’s certain thanks to the many hands that balance the greater whole alongside of their personal ambitions, where amassing Mora and status could lead to many interesting states in the world. Surprisingly different from where in the realm of Inazuma, where one’s fighting skill and the approval of the Shogun’s eye could lead to the grandest strides imaginable. However, his eye enjoyed taking in the jovial atmosphere, which means the hustle of sales, the laughter of the people tied with other smaller elements had him relaxed.

After all, what good would heading towards a meeting with a sour face? Doubly so, especially considering the possibility of who he may be facing between tables of polished sandbearer wood.

Instead, the shining sight before him is reflected upon the glistening hair that tilts towards an icy cerulean, tied with those semi-exhausted eyes that tell of their own tales. Thoma didn’t even need to second guess as to who this person was. Renowned for her work effect in which in his personal opinion, tilted to that realm of dangerous superhuman, the sight of Ms.Ganyu before him being the one to welcome him causes those eyes to briefly perk wide in immediately realization. To think he’d be introduced with an apology after barely stepping into the front gates.

“Pleasant as can be.” Thoma admits while letting a smile adorn his face, appreciating the small ice breaker as he decides to melt as much of this as he can. “Naturally if there was any trouble, it remedied either by a few tactics or the Millelith quickly securing the parameters. Liyue is certainly living up to it’s reputation.” Not to mention having to spend a good night at Wangshu Inn with it’s impeccable meals certainly made him feel a little over 100%. However, there’s no need to continue adding fluff to the matter.

”Representative of the Tri-Commission communications, Thoma, present.” He greets in turn, offering a polite bow before raising himself back up. Now was a better time to get to business.

There’s no need to bring apologies. After all, an era made without one’s Archon present happens to be a rippling new age, one that no doubts require all hands on deck. So I understand if she’s not able to attend.”

“So, how may we begin if you don’t mind? Over lunch or shall your office be a more effective means to conduct our line? I have to admit it’s been genuine years since I got any peek of Liyue at large.”

#anrupanshi #| Tucked Letters #Time for 'em to build the great bridge