#caelune

[pavocelus]

beep

          "   go on,   uncensor the word,   ajax.   i dare you.   "

[pyrodigy]

4, 6, 27

ask me about genshin

4. How did you come across Genshin ?

the first I heard of it was from a botw streamer i used to watch who played it because he was told it was a botw clone. i only caught the last five minutes of his stream where he said he actually quite enjoyed the game, but didn’t think much of it at the time. my real introduction to it was a couple of weeks later through my partner @/hybinger, who was just a friend from a previous rpc i was getting back in touch with at the time. i saw they wanted to start writing again and offered to do something together, and they introduced me to their brand new genshin muses, who i took an immediate interest to. the rest is history !

6. Your first 5 star character ?

i think it was actually klee ! im not entirely certain, as i didn’t understand how wishes worked back then and i only really cared to pull diluc, so i wasn’t paying attention and it might have actually been mona or keqing on standard banner. but klee was my first event-banner five star. 

27. Which characters are your favorite for each weapon type ? (sword, claymore, polearm, catalyst, bow)

sword: kaeya claymore: diluc polearm: i have to tie this between xiao and zhongli; i love xiao’s damage output but zhongli’s shield is way too much of a crutch to not acknowledge catalyst: klee bow: childe, if he event counts (i have him at c6 so permanent melee stance goes brrr). otherwise, definitely venti !

[hochrot]

whispers hey childe

HEY SHUT UR MOUTH

[spinaea-archived]

❛   hand.   hold out a hand for my muse to take.   /   feel free to pick roles ! loud & deafening silence.   /   still accepting.

she didn’t need oxygen but breathing was a reflex for a being such as her, on one knee & leaning against her weapon for support.  rosaria had quickly cut down those she’d been hired to dispatch, though there were a few unexpected surprises that caught her off guard & wore her down.  abyssal listened closely, making sure there were no more heartbeats but there was another nearby, her guard back up when the other came into view.  just what was he doing there?  had he followed her?

rosaria didn’t know why he showed up when he did, but she watched the harbinger as he approached her & held his hand out for her.  she didn’t need the help, nor did she want it, but she took his hand anyway & stood up once more before letting go of the other’s gloved hand.

‘ odd timing to be showing up here while i’m working, don’t you think? ‘

@caelune​

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@caelune​.​

                   i can’t be around you anymore.

         more than anything else,   that kaeya had been reduced to such an awful stereotype was the most infuriating.   or at least, that’s what he would tell himself. a scorned lover. to admit it was to face deeper feelings than kaeya ever wanted to, and yet, there was no better encapsulation. to fray at the edges like this was both a familiar, and altogether new experience. the prince of a fallen nation was no stranger to tragedy, but this fresh hurt ached in places he’d long since thought numbed to trauma. the fall of khaenri’ah, the secrets kept as the result of it, those were the backlash of his title and blood. they were events that could not be controlled. but this   ...   ajax had known kaeya down to the bone. from the moment they’d met in the abyss, he’d known kaeya for everything that he was, everything that he would become. never before had anyone seen so many facets of him, from abyssal, to captain, to renegade prince, and he’d thought he’d finally found someone who would accept all of it in its entirety. he was no stranger to devastation, inevitable and true, but maybe this time he’d been the unknowing architect of their destruction. some distant voice in the back of kaeya’s mind was adamant to scream,   “   this is your fault.   ”

         his mask was fracturing. even draped with silk and velvet, those who’d understood the eventide could tell at a glance that this was the beginning of his own ruination. kaeya was quite good at them too, tearing himself apart at the seams, ripping his psyche to shreds in ways that looked like ribbons dancing. what many saw was a beautiful unravelling, but to the people of mondstadt, to strangers, this was simply kaeya’s deadly allure   —   to make devastation into an art form. any caught within the snowstorm of his glacial heart would be but one impassioned paint stroke on a vanitas. the captain could make himself a temptation like this, pulled to the edge of adjacent seats, thigh pressed to the open legs of a faceless wanderer. kaeya’s hollow laughter still sounded dulcet and smooth, just enough of a rasp to tease at hours of unsung pleasure. and if the swaying vision of this traveller’s russet brown hair was just a little too dark, and the light blue of his eyes was too bright, slivers of grey too unfamiliar, then kaeya clearly wasn’t drinking enough. the stranger was a warm body, too fascinated with the provocation of the captain’s open blouse to care. he needed this, no matter the growing regret welling in the bottom of kaeya’s stomach, the misguided lust clouding his thoughts. anything to chase the loneliness away for just a few more hours.

         back pressed into a distant corner of the tavern, the bitter scent of ale on stranger’s tongue took on the most lurid scent. what had been a foggy haze putting many of kaeya’s senses to sleep sharpened, upon the sight of the harbinger. ah, full fatui regalia, it seemed he would be leaving soon. diamond - hue would drift down childe’s visage even with the man in front of him trying to crowd him into the wall, with sweaty hands dragging across exposed collarbones and the other holding firm to kaeya’s inner thigh. eventide could barely feel it, not when the memory of childe’s marks upon him sung stronger than any clumsy fumbling of his faceless guest. frostwind felt the beginnings of a flaring anger prick against the haze. whatever soft and vulnerable thing had started to grow in his chest at the sight of childe, he wanted to drag into the arctic and drown. one hand on the man’s shoulder, the other in his hair, the nape, the same way he’d cradle childe’s in the throws of passion. drunken kisses placed to his neck felt more like the misguided affections of a slobbery hound as eventide arched it for him, but kaeya’s eye locked with tartaglia’s as if to convey,   the flush on my skin was meant for you, the sound of pleasured sighs was meant for you, these hands in his hair - for you, the heat on my skin - for you, my laugh - for you, my heart - for you, for you, why wasn’t it enough, why couldn’t it be enough, why wasn’t i enough —

          the scorned lover.                how cliché.

[pavocelus]

                                                   @caelune​​   sent   a   letter   !                                                                                                                             📜

patrol knight:   would a sir kaeya please come to the front desk   ? kaeya, arriving at the desk:   hello, is there a problem   ? patrol knight:   points to childe. patrol knight:   i believe this belongs to you   ? childe:   i got lost   :( kaeya:   i didn’t even bring you here with me   —   

sb:   are you the big spoon or the little spoon   ? kaeya:   i’m a knife. childe, from across the room:   he’s the little spoon.

ft. diluc.

kaeya:   childe and i don’t use pet names. diluc:   i see. hey, what do bees make   ? kaeya:   honey   ? childe:   yes, dear   ? kaeya:   ... diluc:   don’t ever lie to my face again.

                                                             incorrect   quotes.                                                                                                                      (    not accepting.    )

[pavocelus]

you already know i absolutely adore your kaeya and your muses. the way you’re able to take a tiny piece of dialogue, a small excerpt of lore, a fleeting mannerism kaeya displays in what little we get to see of him, then manage to bring it all to life in a portrayal so incredibly vivid and compelling never fails to amaze me. everything you write captures kaeya’s essence so well, and so beautifully, too. i noticed there are moments where you downplay your ideas or brush them off, but all the thoughts you share and the theories you craft are so fascinating to me, i'm always drawn to hear more. there are writers here whose writing and replies i habitually go back to ― whether it be for the purpose of finding inspiration, to improve my own, simply for the sake of entertainment ― and yours is always one of them, for all of those reasons stated and more. thank you for giving me the pleasure of writing with you ! i look forward to writing with you more, and seeing all that you'll do with kaeya, as well as other muses.

ahh this made me cry :’) even this ask was worded so nicely. it amazes me how observant you are sometimes ! it is such a compliment to hear that i am portraying him in a way that people find compelling. i do feel like i talk about him a little too much sometimes, but i’m still very happy to hear your open to those ideas. i feel the same way about your childe, i want to keep knowing new things about him. ahh that you’ll come back and re-read those, i already do those with your responses as well, they’re always such a treat. thank you so much rei, i appreciated this so much :’)

[eonadrift]

@caelune: shoves his freezing cold hand into hachi’s shirt. warm.

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲,   𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞   and   refinement   -   despite   the   perpetual   ire   circling   the   vestiges   of   his   flawless   countenance,   hachidori   maintained   that   same   divinely   born   regality   that   his   creator   too   possessed.   on   him   though,   it   was   dealt   out   in   haughty   looks   and   well   placed   sneers   -   cold   and   impassive   features   that   rarely   morphed   to   anything   beyond   anger   or   a   veritably   deeper   frown.   so   imagine   his   surprise   -   his   unadulterated   shock   -   when   a   chilled   palm   makes   it's   way   past   his   jinbei   and   undershirt,   against   the   surprisingly   warm   faux   flesh   that   made   up   his   puppet's   body.   

ㅤㅤㅤthe   shriek   hachidori   released   sent   nearby   birds   scrambling   away.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝   what   the   -   ❞   his   first   instinct   is   to   fly   up   and   away   from   that   dastardly   cold   hand,   but   his   assailant   is   quantifiably   massive,   and   hachi   is   instead   stuck   looking   up   at   him,   face   contorted   in   surprise,   before   his   features   refine   themselves   back   into   something   closer   to   outrage.   ❝   what   the   fuck   is   wrong   with   you,   you   ginger   worm?   you   wanna   die   today,   huh?   just   you   wait,   i'm   gonna-   ❞   in   the   distance,   a   passing   mother   places   her   hands   over   the   ears   of   her   poor   child.   hachidori's   violent   promises   were   not   for   the   faint   of   heart.