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SUNDAY SCREENSHOT DUMP!

[their-dearest]

As I promised, here are the headcanons of my favourite Tsurumian boy, Ruu!

Physical appearance:

4’6 height

Indigo hair, fluffy and reaches by his nape.

Prior to his resurrection, Ruu had dark blue eyes (Almost black.)

But after being blessed by the Thunderbird, his eyes changed into a vibrant blue hue with red irises.

But unfortunately, his eyes had lost their shine, like Tartaglia fashion.

Speaking of shine, his eyes became one of his newfound insecurities.

Relieving your death for 2,000 years does wonders to your mind (sarcasm)

Random ahh headcanon, but he has calloused hands.

He worked with his father with hunting food soo there's that.

Personality headcanon:

ESFJ 6w7 (I might go in depth with it some other time buuut not today)

Positive traits: Caring, soft-spoken, and understanding.

This lil guy can fit so much empathy in his 4'6 body

He may not understand certain things, but he's more than willing to lend a person his shoulder.

Speaking of understanding, this guy is a extrovert. Not the same lvl as Paimon, but still a chatterbox filled with curiosity.

A random hc is that I imagine him as the older bro for Paimon.

Paimon: "You're not seeing things from Paimon's point!" [Sitting on the ground while sulking.]

Ruu: [squats down her level to meet her eye to eye.] "Okay, go on. I'm listening." [Doing all this with a lil smile ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ]

Paimon: Why, you—!

Writer: [chaos ensues]

(Bonus points is that he didn't know it was offensive... He's confused but he got the spirit!)

Onto the negative traits. He can be a bit of a traditionalist. He only knew his island for 2,000 years, so it's only safe to assume he does things the way his parents do it.

Like making sure to do things three times per day.

And so on and so forth.

But there are times his traditional values are challenged, and he gets stubborn about them.

Although after a few self-actualization and spending in the nature will he realize the other's POV.

Speaking of caring, there are times he can be a people pleaser.

Hungry for more fish? Sure, he'll give you his only meal.

Cold? Sure, he'll give you his coat and sleep in his undershirt.

Some habits die hard, i guess.

But because of his people pleasing attitude, he becomes sensitive when criticisms arise.

Ruu: These values are all I have! They're the only thing connecting me to Tsurumi... To my mother.

Abilities:

Finally! The fun part!

Since im this AU, Ruu is resurrected by the Thunderbird, he basically had some of her abilities, although weaken and still clumsy.

First is his electro affinity. He has some control over the electro element despite not having a vision... Although when ashed by strangers, he simply say that he keeps his vision hidden.

Some degree of electro immunity. Well, he is MADE from her remaining power so it'd be weird not to add it here. BUT throw his ass in the Raiden domain and he's coming out extra crispy.

Wings manifestation: Sorta like Wanderer's skill, he can summon wings to aid his journey. The cost? It is tiring to use on the long term.

Some healing capabilities: he can heal small gaze and bruises, but anything bigger than that will require an electro source for him to absorb.

Immortality: lil guy is a spirit now, so unless he runs out of Electro fuel, he's here for a long time.

Likes and dislikes:

Let's state the obvious: He likes to travel. A lot. To the point of being stuck in one place can seem tiresome to him.

He likes the ocean AND seafood (srry Nahida and Zhongli.) He grew up learning how to fish and watching his mama cook their meal, so it's a very sentimental thing for him.

To add on the last hc: When Ruu's upset, he'd fly to the nearest body of water and listen to the streams/waves to calm him down.

Likes fermented veggies! (Ainu culture irl have a lot of them, so it's only fair I incorporate that into his character.)

Onto dislikes!

He hates blood and pain for... Obvious reasons.

Not too keen on spicy food (He would have a love hate relationship w/Kimchi fr fr)

Used with more simple flavors (serve him curry and he'll combust like a fucking overcharged slime.)

He has such a fascination with songs and instruments!

Random fact: In Ainu culture, people pass down their legends and stories through oral literature.

So he also wants to hear about Teyvat through its songs. (He would've LOVE Yunjin and her opera.)

He loves birds, especially the bigger ones!

Although this may sound odd, but he has grown an irrational fear with silence.

If there's ever a beat of silence in a conversation, he would immediately fill it in with a soft hum or a random thought.

Oh! Also he's close to his mama, which I hc to be named as Sak. (Sak means summer while Mata (his papa) means winter.)

Likes thunder and foggy place cuz Nostalgia and all.

Anyways! That's all for now, and I hope to write more about him in the future. Also pardon the typos, I wrote this shit in 1 am.

[their-dearest]

The day he met his demise.

[Tw: death and mentions of blood and injury.]

It was quiet. Too quiet, save from the deafening gasp leaving his mother's lips. Each passing second is gnawing upon Ruu's patience and, soon, his sanity.

How much longer does he have to play the part? Days? Months? Years? Maybe centuries? Spirits, he lost track of every moment.

All he knows is that this cycle happens every three days.

If only he had joined his dearest friends, maybe he would have at least gotten to—

"Ruu," his father—no, Grandpa Mata called upon him—"The Thunderbird awaits you."

Those words, no matter how many times it reaches his ears, never fail to make his throat dry.

He tried to find some response, anything, but all of them slithered underneath his tongue. And when his eyes met his father's, he couldn't help but notice how his eyes glistened under the dimming sky.

Are those tears?

No, his father was never the one who wore his heart on his sleeve. Always so distant and unwavering just like the fog Thunderbird blessed Tsurumi. And yet, in that moment, he saw a side he had never known existed. Vulnerability and humanity.

After all, his father bleeds the same shade of crimson as him.

"Yes, Grandpa Mata."

The boy nodded, pulling his coat around himself with his trembling hands. It wasn't even cold in the slightest, and yet the very atmosphere sent streams of sweat to trickle down his forehead. With each step he took, his knees would tremble under his weight, until one particular pebble makes him lose balance for a second.

He braced for impact, but it never came.

Ruu's mother, Sak, rushed to his side, cradling his form before his knees met the brash cobble. Her hands, often soft and gentle, held on his shoulders with an iron grip, fearing that if she'd let go, he'd lose her too… just like the children before him.

"You don't have to do this, please. Please, let's return home, Ruu." His dearest mother bargained. Each syllable was shaken with desperation and stained with grief for what's to come.

"My boy, why must you sacrifice yourself?"

Why did he have to die? He never wanted to die. No one does. But if it'll make the island a better place… he's willing to be that sacrifice.

Her indigo hues met his own, and for once in a long time, his mind was silent. It was like staring at his mirage, a glimpse of what he could've been—sharing the same azure locks and the same fickle hope in their eyes.

"She chose me for a reason, Mom."

His frail yet calloused fingers grazed hers before setting her arm to her side, "Please, let me do this for you. For all of us."

Her shoulders went limp.

Ruu's heart faltered, along with the remaining hope in her mother's eyes. She took a step back, then another, until she resided in her spot by the altar's base, along with the village women.

Each flock to her way, offering ounces of solace to her grieving heart. But none can soothe the flood of tears cascading down her face.

With a quivering sigh, the boy turned his back and dragged his feet to the altar. He has done it countless times, each moment ending the same. But the blade slashing his tongue doesn't sting less, nor does the blood taste any less vile. And her resignation didn't hurt any less.

There it was. That Makiri resting on his father's sash. Ruu knew that blade far too well.

His feet move on its own, taking a small, yet rehearsed step forward. He remembered wielding that very carving knife when he was half his age as he cut through the flesh of a small rabbit, his first hunt, all while his father guided him through the entire process.

And now, that very knife has been and will continue to carve against his flesh.

When Ruu found his way to the top, his gaze lingered on the golden goblet to his left. The mere sight of it made his knees tremble. Was it out of fear or exhaustion? Perhaps so, perhaps not. But he paid no mind as he laid his back against the cobbled altar. His eyes drift to the skies once more, specks of magenta, scarlet, and ashen gray swirled together to form a maelstrom of colors, a symbol of Her Thunder.

Ruu took a few deep breaths, relishing the way his lungs would rise as he let the weight of his eyelids take over. His father's footsteps echo with the cobblestone, each step grew weaker than the last. And soon enough, his shadow loomed over his head. His small hands balled into fists as his nails dig through his coarse skin.

For what's the point of watching if he knew what's to come?

A droplet. Then, another.

When the boy opens his eyes, his eyes widen at the sight above him.

Tears? Is he seeing things?

His father, Grandpa Mata, weeps above him. The every-stoic man, the face of their tribe, is reduced to a mourning man. His hand trembled at the handle of the carving knife as every teardrop fell against Ruu's cheek. Every breath he took was a laboured one, as his shoulders quivered.

He cries on his son's behalf.

"Grandpa," His voice wavers ever so slightly. But his words are met with silence. And so, he continued. "Grandpa, please, don't cry."

Ruu's hand gripped his trembling limb, guiding the glistening steel to his lips.

"I believe in you," his voice trails off before he can even finish, “Dad.”

As Mata took a deep breath and tightened the knife in his hand, Ruu's heart raced. He knew that the first cut would hurt the most. The pain would be unbearable, but he prayed that it would also erase the burden of his people.

Mata's hand trembled as he raised the knife. The boy closed his eyes and breathed through the anticipation. One final, calm breath before the agonizing storm. With a quick swipe, Mata made the first incision on his tongue, and Ruu felt a flash of intense pain. He winced and clenched his hands as tears streamed down his face.

The pain was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was searing and sharp, as if someone had taken a hot blade and sliced cleanly through his tongue. But that is far from the case.

He felt an intense aching in the area where his tongue had been split. The taste of blood filled his mouth, and he could feel the crimson, coppery liquid running down his throat, while salty tears flooded his chin.

But even through the agony, Ruu felt a shred of hope. The sacrifice had begun, and he prayed it would grant his people a second chance.

He would make this sacrifice over and over again if it meant regaining Her gaze once more.

Splash!

At the seventh slash, his tongue plunged into the pooling blood in the golden goblet.

Ruu's tongue, flesh and blood, stared back at him mockingly. The sanguine-tinged liquid waves in a nauseating manner, and spirits, it burns throughout his mouth. His senses dulled as the warm blood seeped from his lips and all the color bleeds from his face.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Please, make it stop… I don’t wanna die anymore.

Ruu is fading fast. His vision clouded, and his mind was heavy. Panic rose in his chest like the inferno oozing from his mouth. The world began to slip away, and the last thing he remembered was the burning sensation in his throat, rising, rising until it consumed him completely.

The weight of the world rested on his eyelids, as exhaustion took over him. In his last moments of clarity, the boy's mind wandered on one thought, all while his indigo hues met his mother's.

And a boy named Ruu took his last breath.

It was quiet, too quiet, save for the wailing of a grieving mother.

[their-dearest]

This tag has been rlly dry recent, so I'd like to contribute to our beloved sparkly man.

Super random Headcanons (sfw & nsfw) below (warning: might be OOC):

SFW:

His love language? Definitely quality time (giving & receiving) & physical touch

Just imagine reading a book with him, or his teaching you some spells <33 (can't u tell I'm a whore for quality time?).

Braiding & doing his hairstyle <33 Aaravos loves it when his S/O touches him, it makes him feel relax and forget his problems, even if it's just a short while

(I just wanna run my hands to his hair )

I feel like he's pretty good at drawing, to specific, water coloring. Like, have u seen the way he moves his hands? He has the precision for it!

Nickames he'd give to his partner/s: star, starlight, love, my dear (i feel like I'm missing a few more)

He also has the biggest bisexual energy in the show (asides from Harrow lmaoo)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MINORS PLS SCROLL AWAY.

NSFW Oness:

He's def a switch, although he leans on the dom side of things

I have no idea how elves genitalia works/look like, but he does have big 🍆 energy

His tongue isn't just for telling half truths 😏 (I'll let you fill in the gaps)

Grab his horns or hair while he's doing it and he would let out the prettiest moan ever.

Like one of those gaspy moans that sends shivers down your spine.

If he's subby, i feel like he's a brat sub (like he's such a tease fr fr. Weirdly enough, it reminds me of that time where the viewers & Viren 1st see him.)

Anyways that's all, thank you for reading my (partially down bad) headcanons of him! I hope you stay hydrated & drink your meds (if u have 1)!

(EDIT: OMG TYSM FOR THE 50+ LIKES, I ADDED EXTRA HCS FOR PURPLE GLITTER MAN <33)

NSFW:

It may not be obvious at first, but he enjoys a little bit of pain (if yk yk~)

Just not too much or it'll ruin his mood

Also on the topic of kinks, i feel like he doesn't like being restrained or blindfolded

Although it would be a pretty sight

Like he's probably left in that same spot in the mirror for centuries,

It makes him feel helpless, and he hates it.

A weirdly specific one is that If you're someone who's fem, or AFAB, I feel like he has a fantasy of being pegged. (Although he has yet to bring this up since he knows that pegging isn't for everyone.)

SFW:

Remember the watercolor hc before?

Yea let's elaborate that.

So imagine him teaching u how to paint with watercolor!

Or or!

Even better, if you know different medium, you could paint each other's portraits<33

(kicking & twirling my hair rnn)

I feel like Aaravos also wear a little bit of make up, to be more specific, eye makeup

He'd definitely ace a perfect wing.

This isn't rlly a headcannon, but what shade of lipstick do u think will fit him? (If not lipstick, other lip makeup)

Extra head cannons!

Study dates! Study dates with him!! (*Shakes you like a bag of fries*)

He has a lot of good study tips for uuu

Like he's been studying spells and learning the 6 primal sources for most of his life (probably)

But also he would be observant of your limits

Like homeboy would know your about to have a breakdown before you will.

A wee bit on the angst side of things:

On the topic of arguments

I feel like he would be stubborn on his side of the fight

Like he would be sooo eager to prove that his right

That he might blatantly ignore your side

Although after the argument peaked and both of you decided to give each other space

That's the time where the argument plays in his mind

And where the pieces internally click

Regarding apologizing, of he's the one who's in the wrong, I feel like he'd apologize first.

But if he's the one on the right, he'll probably wait for you to heal up and apologize 1st.

Okai, back to normal hcs!!

Imagine doing each others make-up!

Him doing your eyeliner

You doing his lips make up

(Try not to kiss Aaravos challenge: Impossible)

Random topic about kids (idk, angsty ig?)

I feel like he'd be on the fence about having kids

While yes, he loves you with all of his dark heart

I think he'd have second thoughts about having them, since, yk

He's THE archmage Aaravos

He def has a lot of enemies up his arse

And this is just a specific hc

But I feel like he's afraid that he'll be betrayed by his own kin

Glitter man definitely has some trust issues

It took him a while to warm up to you as a person, and even a longer time as a lover

So perhaps give him some time about the matter,

He might change his mind...

... But only time will tell.

[their-dearest]

On the fourth day.

It was a melancholic, save for the pitter patter of the rain against Ruu’s straw hat.

“...” And for once, Paimon was as meek as a weakened mouse. Her small hands balled into a trembling fist, as tears welled up her eyes.

“So please go on ahead! I'll just be resting here for a while.”

The boy spoke with an earnest, yet tired smile. And he knows he’s at fault. He reached out to comfort her, but his hand stopped midway. As much as he wished to venture forth, the boy knew that his tale ends here.

Ruu stared at the pair for a long time, sculpting their forms into his memory. The mighty Traveller with their golden hair and the little floating spirits. He won’t admit it out loud, but…

‘...I am happy to meet you both.’

“We'll meet again someday for sure!” It took all of his strength to keep himself awake.

And on their fourth encounter, the golden Traveller and their floating spirit named Paimon left Tsurumi Island. The tired figure would watch Paimon steal glances everytime they grew farther from the sacred grounds. His eyes would never leave them until their golden and ivory hues melted with the uncharted seas, far beyond his sight. Beyond the little island he called home.

‘After two thousand years,’ Ruu's eyes, as he gazed at the weeping evening sky, ‘I’m finally free.’

For 2,000 years, he carried a heavy responsibility on his small shoulders. But thanks to the outsiders, the weight on his heart was lifted, just like the fog that governs over Tsurumi, but his eyes grew heavier. He is no stranger to death, of course. But being at its mercy felt… calming this time. Maybe it’s because he can finally rest on his own terms. At his own desire.

To say he’s exhausted is a travesty, humorous even. The mirthless joke earned a chuckle from him.

‘So… tiring.’

The world swirled under his feet, melting into an array of color and textures. Every step he took sinks to the muddy ground beneath him, swallowing the heel of his sandal in its greedy surface.

“That was my good shoe.” He protested, but his words barely reached a whisper. With a sigh, he dragged his muddy footing to the Sacred Grounds, an ancient perch said to be the nestling ground of their late goddess.

Bundles of thin, indigo leaves greeted his murky view, waving at his entrance. The Nestling Grounds, although withering, stood high and mighty against the iridescent weeds and glowing grass beneath its rotting roots. He’s only been here a few times, all of which involve intricate rituals and ceremonies.

And yet no matter how many times he's seen this place, he always found himself rendered speechless. Each breath he took reverberated on the hollow trunk of the ancient tree. His eyes, heavy from sorrow, were filled with unshed tears.

All the suffering, agony, and bloodshed he endured, finally got over him.

Tear after tear, the boy clung tightly against his soaked coat and sought any fleeting warmth it had to offer, but to no avail.

The young boy’s body rests against the dying tree as he steeled himself for what’s to come. He yearned for peace, but he mourned for his people, for the opportunities, for himself. It almost felt like a dream. A sorrowful dream after a thousand-year nightmare.

Slowly, the rain shower had picked up in pace, as it morphed into a heavy downpour and mingled with his newly-shed tears. Kama would’ve enjoyed this moment, but alas, he joined the Ferryman’s boat long ago, just like the others.

Oh, How he missed the cold breeze of the monsoons,how he missed the rain streaming on his cheek, how he missed the sound of the roaring thunder from the distance—

‘Wait… thunder?’ His mind was flooded with a million thoughts at once.

‘That can’t be. Kapatcir is dead. I saw the Serai Islands with my own eyes!’

But a silver lining of hope shimmers in his mind.:

‘She won’t come all this way for me, would she?’

Those thoughts snapped him out of his tiresome trance, pulling him away from its prying grasp. Just as he's about to speak, another voice boomed within him.

“Cease your worries,” A familiar and unforgettable voice echoes within his mind, “Ruu.”

A small, yet shaky gasp left his lips. His dreary eyes gaze across the stone walls of the mountain, only to be met by the thundering rain in front of him. “Kapatcir?”

An agonising drawn-out static fills the air, and ounces of adrenaline rushed through his bloodless veins.

“Take a deep breath.” Her tone was not sharp and cold, a lovely contrast to the icy daggers that dripped down his skin. It was odd, he never heard this tone for a long time. And the last time he did came from none other than… his dearest mother.

And breathe he did. His lungs, deflated for almost two millenniums, relished the way the air swirled in him. If he were to tell his younger self about gaining the favour of the Thunderbird herself, poor little Ruu would look at him like a madman.

“How are you alive, Kanna Kapatcir? I thought you were—”

“—Dead?” She knew as much as he did, but saying those words still sting her heartless form. Death is a face common to even gods, and yet she finds herself at a lost.

To lose herself in grief, in sorrow, and soon, in madness. How far had she fallen? The Harbinger of Thunder and Storms reduced into a rabid best… she owe the Shogun her silent gratitude.

“My story has come to its end. Tragically, yes, but I am no longer with the living.”

There was no wind, no pain against his flesh, but those words made him stiff as a corpse, fitting for a dying boy like him.

‘She’s dead. Kanna Kapatcir, the Thunderbird is dead.’

“But,” a single question floated in his flooded mind, “How can you talk to me?”

A beat, before another.

“When that strange Traveler used my pinion, I felt something pulled me from the Depths. That said Traveler made a bridge for our souls.”

Kapatcir, the Mother of Thunder, muses. But her words took a tone sounding almost human… motherly, even.

With a deep sigh, the goddess continued once more, “Your story is far from over, Fledgling.”

Every word, every syllable she spoke was a soothing balm to his wounded soul. A long, exasperated yawn left his quivering lips, the familiar weight on his eyelids returned.

“What… what do you mean? I died a long time ago.”

But the goddess only responded with a hum. A hum shifting into a gentle lullaby, a familiar lullaby. Her voice, combined with her chirps, lured him in the tiresome trance.

“Rest your worries here, Ruu.”

‘"Ruu." She remembered my name!.

And with that, a boy named Ruu fell into a deep slumber, the sound of thunder echoed in his last moments.

Within the womb of Tsurumi lies a small, yet peculiar egg. Enveloped in a nest of Electro, the young fledgling slumbers once more, awaiting for a piece of its mother to be reborn.

It is quiet, save for the gentle humming of the thunder that once enveloped the foggy shores.

[their-dearest]

Ya know, I might write a long lass list of Ruu head cannons if this post gets at least one note.

[their-dearest]

Hiya! I feel a bit safer rambling about my ocs here than my other socials, so, here goes my 1st post:

ARIES, THE SEEKER

Information about him:

✧ He's around 6'3 in height (without horns), 6'6 wiith the horns.

✧ He uses He/Him pronouns!

✧ Haven't figured out his sexuality yet, but he is very 🌈🌈

✧ He's currently an archivist, scavenging for hidden stories & history of Xadia.

✧ His MBTI is ENTJ (yasss my planner boy <33 )

✧ He's not a full star-touched elf, his mother's origin is relatively unknown, except for his father, Aaravos.

(A little clue... There's so much more entities in the Heavens than just the star-touched elves.)

✧ His history with Aaravos is rather... complicated to say the least. While Aries is thankful for being taught magic, he also feels a sense of guilt because, at some degree, he plays a role on the imprisonment of his father.

Additional art of this pretty boy <3

~Anyways! That's all I have for now. I'll update this post when I got to update him more <33

- All oc and rambles are now tagged as #AtlasArchive

If you read all the way here, please remember to drink some water & take your medications (If you had any). Take care of yourselves and see you on my next post, byee~!

[their-dearest]

Question!

Should I continue to post more about Ruu or diversify my focus??