This follows canon up until a little time passed after Rerir was expelled from Teyvat and held in the space within the Reflection of the Moon. With his madness and anger expelled, he was content staying within this prison as the voices influencing his mind couldn't reach. Yet, some unknown force brought him back to Teyvat, where like Dain, is an immortal destined to walk the world alone.
He wields the power of the abyss, and with his power able to change his form back to how he looked before consuming the abyss's power. He can change his form to anyone but is reluctant to do so unless its necessary.
His madness hadn't returned with him, and thus neither the Wild Hunt. He still can wield his astral projected hands when needed.
Split of Ego
After Rerir is expelled from the world beyond the border, an unpredictable phenomenon occurs with the fragment of Rerir's heart that is in Flins' possession. As the fragment was purified, it began to form a physical body around it, creating a body of Rerir's likeness before the cataclysm of his nation, when he was an ordinary man.
At first, the body didn't respond as it was in a catatonic state; it breathed, but other than that, it made no response. Slowly, over time, however, the body began to form a sense of self; this "Rerir" has no memories at all. No memories of his life, his lady love, or the hatred that drove him to obtain abyssal power. No, this "Rerir" is just now an ordinary man with no memories of becoming a monster.
Honkai Star Rail
When Rerir was expelled, it didn't just push him past the border, but into a whole new universe. Due to his intense hatred, being infused with the Abyss, and being able to become a deadly phenomenon, Nanook cast his gaze upon the irregularity of this universe, deeming him an Ementaor of Destruction.
This makes his element Quantum and his Path of Destruction.
AU where Steve somehow ends up in Billy's room and stays with him until he falls asleep.
Billy's bed doesn't have much room for two bodies, but Steve solves that by clinging to Billy like a koala, careful to make sure he doesn't press on any of his bruises.
"Why?" Billy hiccups, trying to hold in his tears for a little longer. He doesn’t want Steve to see him like this. Pathetic. Weak. In other words, the real Billy Hargrove. Now King Steve’s going to tell the whole school what he saw, and everyone will know that he’s a crybaby.
“Why am I here? Or why am I in your bed hugging you?”
“Both.”
“Something told me you shouldn’t be alone tonight.”
Fine. If he won't mention It, that's just fine by me.
“I’m always alone.” He’s not exactly fit to lie at the moment. Besides, it was a mutual understanding when they started seeing each other that they'd try being honest. Plus, Steve could see through even his best lies anyway.
His impromptu guest inhales sharply before gently kissing the spot where he’d collided with the shelf. The dam holding back his river of tears breaks, and he tries to hide his face from Steve to try and preserve some dignity. Neil’s already called him a pussy for crying like a little bitch.
Steve wasn’t heartless, but he was about as emotionally available as a tree stump, or so Billy had heard through the grapevine. According to Tommy, Steve hadn’t cried since he was eleven when his grandmother died, and he “dismissed the feelings of those closest to him until they couldn’t take it anymore”.
For all of Tommy’s literal shortcomings, he’s known Steve a lot longer than Billy has.
“I don’t like this.”
Billy shoves down the temptation to shove Steve out of his bed. You won’t. You couldn’t even push your old man.
“I mean... I hate when you’re hurting. When you’re sad. I don’t know what to say to make this better. I open my mouth and I... I hurt people.”
Against his better judgment, Billy turns over to stare at Steve, who may look increasingly uncomfortable at all the emotion on display but hasn’t shown any signs of pulling away yet.
On nights like these, Billy usually holds his own hand for comfort. As he’s about to complete his sad little ritual, Steve taps Billy’s palm twice, and then with unexpected tenderness, holds his hand, conveying more than words ever could.
In the morning, the only proof that last night really happened is Billy's hand molded to fit the shape of a bigger one.
—college was a hell of a ride for alex and she will surely miss it. during her last days at school, she decided to document everything and put it in a music video. something she can look back to whenever she misses life in college.
gears & programs used: canon eos 200d ii, yongnuo 50mm lens, adobe premiere pro
è del leggero imbarazzo quel che accompagna la iryōnin, i cui passi si muovono timidamente in direzione dell'autorevole figura dell'uchiha, separata dalla propria soltanto da una breve distanza. non prova alcun timore nei suoi confronti, sakura. come potrebbe, d'altronde? a differenza del minore, che nei rapporti interpersonali non ha mai eccelso particolarmente, itachi ha palesato in diverse occasioni una singolare predisposizione nel relazionarsi con la kunoichi dal roseo crine, alla quale più volte non ha riservato altro che dell'affabilità – mantenendo comunque invariata l'impassibilità che tanto caratterizza gli esponenti del clan a cui egli appartiene – che non di rado ha lasciato insorgere delle perplessità nel di lei animo. a cosa è dovuta, dunque, tale sensazione? forse, semplicemente alla consapevolezza di avere a che fare col parente più stretto di colui a cui è riservato un posto speciale nel giovane cuore. ❛ itachi - san? ❜ pronuncia, con l'intento di attirare su di sè l'attenzione dell'altro; le mani congiunte dietro la schiena ed un sorriso ad ingentilirle il volto altrimenti contratto dal senso di disagio che al momento ella sperimenta. ❛ ... aspetti forse qualcuno ? ❜ domanda, ed ovviamente non può che sperare che l'eventuale attesa altrui dipenda dall'arrivo di taluno. @xitachix
“Shh, shhh, it’s okay, Serif, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay,” the skeleton replied gently, holding the other close to him, trying to calm him down.
When he came in here to check up on Serif, he hadn’t expected to see the signs of a nightmare from him, but he was immediately at his side, trying to calm him down. After all, it wasn’t like he didn’t know what these things could be like, what they could do to you. And so he’d gathered him up and started stroking his head, whispering comforting things to him.
Now that the other seemed to be at least slightly present, he shifted so that his hands were on either side of his face and looked at him intently. “Serif. Listen. Can you breathe with me? Just try to focus on my breathing and following it.” He started taking slow breaths, intended for calming down. He’d found that it was a good way to calm down, but it was a hard thing to do at the edge of a panic attack unless someone else was there doing it for you and you could follow them. The point was to get his mind off the nightmare and focus solely on the breathing. Not to mention breathing in general was good for calming the body down.
