#cryas

[i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry]

Your knees ached against the cold and unforgiving stone below, refusing you any give as the hands on your shoulders pushed you harder down. Any time you tried to shift to a more forgiving position, the rattle of chains gave you away and they pushed harder. To think you'd once loved the Archons of Anemo and Electro.

"For the crimes of impersonating Divinity and conspiracy of treason against the Creator, you have been sentenced to judgement by the Twin Stars."

Zhongli's voice no longer brought a sense of comfort, it wasn't something you wished to listen to as you fell asleep or to hold onto in the midst of panic; it was an executioner's axe.

You didn't know what the Twin Stars were, they were never mentioned in the game but neither was this Creator, so it was par for the course. Just another thing to get screwed over by in this twisted world.

You didn't bother paying attention as people moved and spoke, carrying out formalities for your impending doom. Nobody seemed to care that your only crime was existing.

The monster wearing your face enjoyed your suffering too much for them to question.

Your body jerked involuntarily as the grand hall lit up with lines and symbols, rushing to meet in the circle before you, filling the space brighter and brighter until you couldn't see.

And then it was gone.

In its place stood two young men, one in white and the other in black. The pressure filling the room crushed the audience, but you, you only felt a strange tug at your heart. An aching familiarity you couldn't place.

"Mother...?" One of them spoke, you couldn't tell which, their voice light and airy, laced with disbelief.

"Mother!" It called, desperate and needy, a buried fury echoing to the corners of the room.

The next thing you knew, the weight of crushing hands lifted, your chains turned to dust, and you were enveloped in the warmest feeling of home you'd felt in such a long time.

Safe, safe, safe, sang through your veins and exhaustion hit you like a truck. You stood no chance against falling into those awaiting arms, a peace unlike any other gently embracing you.

You were home.

[rea-can-yeet]

The twins minding their own business until they felt their mother's anguish (referring to this post here)

I just learned that I can also post like this! I think I'm slowly getting the hang on posting in tumblr. I made another art of Cryas and Cyres 😁

This piece is inspired by a particular post which was the first post that pulled me into the sagau hole and couldn't get out ❤️

( @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry I hope you don't mind if I keep making more art based on your posts. I just can't seem to stop 😤😭)

[i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry]

Something was wrong.

An uncomfortable, stifling weight had encased the hearts of Teyvat’s Watchers for months, pressing down on their chests, stifling their breath. And yet, the people of Teyvat had not called on them.

Life still lived, someone lived to call upon them, and yet nothing opened the gate between them and their sibling world. So, as agreed upon millenniums ago, they would not interfere. As long as the people believed they could handle it, the twins would watch on.

But why did it affect them so?

When Teyvat finally, finally called, the twins rushed to its side.

Within the temple, an audience awaited; humans, adepti, yokai, Archons, and… humans, adepti, yokai, Archons, and Divinity—and Mother. Their first thought, before the lights faded, was that the foolish mortals had thought to make preparations before completing their end of the Watcher’s Vow, calling upon them when the Divine One returned, the discomfort they felt trying to inform them that they had failed their half.

And when the light faded, revealing a temple unable to be maintained by mortal hand, agony wrenched apart their hearts.

The thousandth star dies and the next draws first breath, Their first fragment shall return to favored lands when deception meets its death.

And yet, there Mother’s broken form lain limp across the stone floors they’d crafted themself, while deception grinned down at them with a sadistic smirk.

Mother hurts, their hearts cry, Mother hurts.

Mother hurts and the children rage.

Cyres hits the ground by them first, dusting the chains, dusting their pain, dusting everything and anything that comes too close, too close, too close to the dearest existence he knows. Mother isn’t supposed to hurt, he thinks, hugging your healing form closer as you go limp. Mother is supposed to smile at us and laugh when Cryas is being an idiot and scold us when we take things to far and read us stories from civilizations before us when we’re upset even though we all say we’re too old for it. Mother is supposed to be happy.

He can feel Cryas’ powers at work, restoring Mother once Cyres had cleaned the rot. Cryas, who was dumb and brash and had too much fun with things; Cyres trusted no one more to make these heathens suffer.

“You.” Destruction seethed, intent on getting his part in. “You foolish mortals—” Foolish. Foolish. Foolish. Cyres forged the Watcher’s Vow for a reason. “Have you forgotten our deal?”

For every single second since Mother’s passing, the brothers had watched and waited, ever heeding of Teyvat’s call. They’d let multiverses rot and crumble for the preservation of a single planet. They’d allow destruction to collapse in on itself, creation to run rampant, if it meant their Mother’s chosen place would be able to call when the time came.

One thing, they’d asked for one thing in return.

The oldest of the ‘gods’, a snivelling child to the two, found his voice first. “Their first fragment will return to favored lands when deception meets its end,” he recited. “We bring you the deceiver.”

“You bring us Mother in chains!” Cryas bellowed, the earth trembling under his rage. “You cater to the every whim of deception and dare to recite the words we taught you?!”

Mother hurts, Cryas’ very soul screams, Mother suffers.

And their son rages.

Whenever Cryas threw a fit in the past, he remembers being lightly scolded and brought to calm down. He remembers each and every technique and lesson Mother taught him to control his rage, he remembers their voice reminding him to be kind.

But Mother wasn’t awake right now, and these heathens would be punished.

“You have the nerve, the audacity, to stand there and claim yourself faithful?” He spat. “I’ll tear you limb from limb—no, I’ll make you wish I’d been so kind!”

He’d tear their very souls to shreds, he’d skin them alive and salt their flesh, he’d never let them die from shock or loss, he’d never let their nerves fail them, he’d—

“You must be mistaken!” Some wind sprite tries to insist. “We—”

“Mistaken?” Cryas echoes. “MISTAKEN?”

The people shiver.

“Who here wrote those prophecies? Who here was woven together by Mother’s very own hand? Who here is tied to Them in ways you’ll never understand?” Cryas spat, snarling at the group. He stalked forward, spitting profanities in languages so obscure and ancient even Mother would have trouble recalling them. Wake up, a part of him whimpered, wake up and scold me like you always would. “We founded the Vow. We have spent millenia watching over this good for nothing world for Mother’s return, we are Mother’s Faithful. And we gave you one job.”

He stopped a mere meter away from the mortals, who tried so hard to hide their fear. “Call upon us the moment of Mother’s arrival. Even if you thought this—” he grimaced at the sight. “—this thing could ever be Mother, you should have called us.” His eyes shifted to the dragonling and wind sprite. “Welcoming Mother is our right. Destroying the deception is our right.”

His lips curled up in a sadistic grin, a crazed glint flashing through his eyes.

In a single swift movement, Cryas took the imposter by the throat, nails digging into their skin, tearing it like paper, and raised them into the air. “Speaking of…” Oh, he’d always thought it’d be so difficult to destroy something with Mother’s visage, but his bloodlust had never been so intoxicating. “We were going to let you off with death, perhaps a painful one if you were… uncooperative.”

The fools surrounding him tried to attack, tried to retrieve their false icon, as though they could harm Creation itself. No, all they succeeded in doing was bloodying the fighting body in his hands.

“But to torture Mother so… to call upon us to harm them…” Cryas laughed, a crazed, unhinged thing. “Oh, how I’ve been wanting a plaything. I’ll be sure to listen to you begging for death whenever I get too bored.” The corners of his lips twitched in amusement. “I’m sure Mother will be glad I’ve found somewhere to redirect my frustrations, they were always telling me to find a hobby I enjoy.”

Only once the struggles ceased, did Cryas throw their body to the floor.

Only the inhabitants of the cursed world remained. Cryas was a filial son, he’d wait for Mother to decided Teyvat’s fate, but for now…

He cracked his knuckles, grinning at all his new prey. “Do make this interesting for me, won’t you?” He didn’t bother even calling upon a weapon, instead slamming the wind sprite into the ground by his hair. “Scream a lot and try to run away, that always makes it more fun.”

“Oh, and, don’t bother trying to die.”

[i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry]

Children of the Creator — Cyres and Cryas

Okay so! Here's about my sagau bois Cyres and Cryas! I don't have any images bc I've not been able to get the idea in my head hammered out yet but I'll give a basic description~

For those who didn't see my last post, "Mother" is the original creator god that made Teyvat, and that title sticks to any iteration of them.

For both brothers, they view themselves above others and only interact with mortals that have drawn their ire, or who have been deemed worthy by Mother (god!darling, their creator) or Teyvat, including nonhumans and those with longevity bc why would that make them any better? Although, they're generally amiable or even friendly (in their own ways) to the innocent and children, especially when in Teyvat because of their Mother, they're just cloud nine.

They both have a strong sense of faith and justice, always upholding their Mother's name and principles. You can expect them to smite a bitch if they catch anyone chasing you down in the imposter au, their Mother or not, you don't do that shit to innocents. At least in my au, they particularly believe in repentance and atonement over punishment (of course punishments are also important sometimes) which means they're gonna cut a bitch who goes straight to the death sentence instead of putting them to work in service of others.

Actual puppies toward their Mother, will do literally anything without question. Bois protected Teyvat from any external threats and watched over all your creations while you were gone, though not interfering unless they needed to. Forget everything else about them, they're filial sons who would destroy and create Teyvat a million times over to achieve your perfect world, should you ask.

They act as one unit, almost as if they were one person in two bodies. Seeing them work together is like watching a river run, unable to tell where one stream of water separates from another. They bounce off of each other perfectly and make up for each other's weaknesses. Together, they're unstoppable. That's how you made them, after all.

Cryas, the Aspect of Creation, is about as chaotic as you'd expect creation to be. He's the more expressive of the brothers, always up for some chaos and mischief to shake up the order of things. He's a bit like Childe, except he only ever shows it to people he deems worthy. Otherwise, he's a cold sadist who takes delight in showing heretics and sinners why Destruction is the merciful one. A wild attack dog waiting to tear his fangs into something, and a playful pup to his family.

Cyres, the Aspect of Destruction, is generally the more mature of the two and the voice of reason—but don't let that fool you, he's just as crazy. He's smart, calculating, and decisive, the strategist of the two. His demeanor doesn't visibly change much between his hated and beloved, though that's only if you can't see the way he softens into complete mush at the attention of his Mother. Although Cyres doesn't believe in death as a punishment and isn't as cruel as his brother, that doesn't mean you're better off with him as your judge; Cyres will execute a swift punishment that targets your every weakness, leaving you begging to repent. He's a snake in the grass, elegant, poised, and always ready to strike.

The two, despite being near identical twins, are visual opposites: Cryas has white hair and black eyes while Cyres has black hair and white eyes, both with distinct primogem pupils. Cryas favors lighter clothing while Cyres dresses dark, both favor gold as an accenting color. They look like young adults, have since birth, and, in case you're wondering, their blood runs pure gold.

Both have unchallenged dominion over their respective domains, able to create or destroy anything. They possess an eternity of experience in combat, strategy, and magic. These boys are ready to defend you in your new, weaker body! Just rely on them!

Please give them headpats and tell them that they're good boys, praise them for working so hard in your absence~

[rea-can-yeet]

I was supposed to be drawing that one short comic or at least one of the things in my to-draw list but I've been studying heckalot earlier and drained too much brain juice and I just--✨art block✨ sooo have some doodle instead. It's Cryas and Cyres eye close up.

[i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry]

Imagine god!darling having a horrible nightmare about losing Cryas and Cyres and deciding to have them sleep with her that night because she's just that worried that something bad would happen to them. Maybe it's linked to a past event.

"My baby boys..." you had whispered, horror etching into your bones as you held their broken bodies close. You never should have left them alone, they're still so small, so very small. Your babies...

Other gods would laugh at the idea of holding a mere creation so close that it becomes a weakness, but how could you not fall to their little smiles and cheerful calls of "Mother!" and their dear laughs and pranks.

You'd awoken in a sweat, chest heaving, waterfalls rushing down your cheeks. Your babies were— you needed to—

"Mother." Their soft voices, a deep rumble through the air, pulled you back to the moment.

Twin faces, black and white, white and black, looked to you in worry, searching for the source of your distress. Your lovely boys, not small anymore, fretted over you, hovering just at your side.

"We felt you..." Cyres began, unsure what to say. Words were never his strong point, but you could feel the stress pouring out of him.

Cryas picked up where his brother left off, latching onto you the moment he assured that you weren't injured. "You're hurting... you're hurting." His voice came out a whine, a puppy-like whimper as he pawed at your side. "How do we make it better?"

Your children were safe.

Relief and self-mortification overwhelmed you, and you burst out into half-broken laughter. How could you let a dream cause such a fuss?

Even still, you pulled them into your arms, fastening them to your side like your life depended on it. "Stay with me tonight," you told them, voice a hoarse whisper. "My baby boys... sleep with Mother tonight, okay?"

A beat of stunned silence.

"Yes, Mother!"

If they had tails, they'd be wagging up a storm, you amused yourself with that thought as they both tucked into your sides, snuggling as close as they physically could.

Your silly boys were safe. Your sons were home.

[i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry]

I am sorry???? If I get two of those rascals calling me Mother of all things I am gonna drop whatever the hell I've got going on, start wearing an apron and calling the boys to dinner before it gets cold, I am the mom of the house and anyone trying to disturb the slice-of-life home will be smited with a broom in the head! Oh and also, I hear it's pretty cold outside are you wearing enough clothes, take jackets, and maybe some caps too can't have my sons getting a cold- Zhongli gtfo off my lawn

They'd be so??? Happy?????

Like, you don't remember them, that sucks, but you immediately welcome them both back into your life with open arms and an open heart?? You love them???

"Shall we get rid of him for you, Mother~?" Cryas will ask and Cyres will try to look disinterested in the idea.

"You should eat your food and put a scarf on next time you go out is what you should do." You scold them to sit back down, throwing a slipper at the ex-archon.

[i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry]

The last sentence broke my heart into tiny pieces 😭it was so sad that I accidentally came up with the idea that God!Dear little by little remembers her life as the Creator of Teivat. Imagine how happy Cyres and Cryas will be.

They'd be so happy! While you're remembering your past, piece by piece, you idly recall a time when your ever-calm Cyres had thrown a fit after Cryas had overhauled the art culture on his favorite world, and had thrown a black hole into the middle of Cryas' nearly finished project in response.

-

"That was for Mother, you dick!"

"Well, I was going to take Mother to tour that museum planet you decided to let become some rich asshole's summer home."

"Oh stuff it, like those two equal the same thing."

"Do you know how rare—"

"Boys." You had interrupted, hands on your hips as you stared down your children. They were hardly an eon old, but this was getting out of hand. "What did I say about fighting in the halls?"

Both winced and immediately deflated. "Sorry, Mother..."

...

"HEY! I was going to bring that to Mother!" Cryas reached out for the plate of food, held back only by Cyres' outstretched arm to his face.

Cyres' glare could wither life itself. "Go away, you know damn well this was my idea."

"That's exactly why I—"

"Boys." You interrupted, the words bubbling out unbidden the moment you came upon their little display. "What did I say about fighting in the halls?" What had you said? You couldn't recall making any rules on that— or had you?

Both winced on reflex. Then it dawned on them.

Their smiles could light up the farthest reaches of the void. "Sorry, Mother."