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SNEZHNAYA (werewolf tearing its shirt off meme) — Childe Ajax Tartaglia Genshin Impact ™

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It feels silly to call myself protective of Her Majesty, after all I have no doubts she’s more than capable of protecting herself— she was and will always be incredibly, unimaginably strong in every conceivable way. Despite this, I still find myself tense at the mention of her from those who aren’t Snezhnayan or at least have been outwardly respectful towards her. I’m always worried they’ll say something utterly untrue or offensive and I’ll be a little abnormal about it than usual. Even in another life, I’m still loyal to her. Someone once called me her “lap dog” here, and while I’m sure they were joking, it does ring some truth! I wonder if she’d find amusement in the nickname…

Wherever she is, I hope life has been treating her well, and I await her arrival in-game with bated breath. I only hope they manage to capture even a fraction of Her Majesty’s radiant beauty. — Eternally your weapon, Tartaglia (#⚙️💡)

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Not to self diagnose, but something is wrong. It feels near impossible to interact with anyone else from Genshin just because of the way people have boiled me down to this silly, suave, charming, fun guy. Which, I am, don’t get me wrong, but it was all for the purpose of distracting, disarming and making people trust me. I still have a problem with being overly charismatic, but then I talk in depth about how I still want to be used as a weapon or treated as a lapdog or still crave violence and carnage or still find it incredibly difficult to feel anything beyond rage, etc. etc. etc. and suddenly I’m not that fun to talk to around anymore. Like… I get it, but it makes me feel like something’s wrong with me, and I don’t understand why because I’ve always been like this. I’ve never not been like this, it was always just very thinly veiled, so why is it such a surprise I’m still like this? Everyone still has the same problems they did back home, so why am I suddenly expected to be a saint? I’m so tired of being nervous to interact with people, why can’t I just… be me again? I wish the Abyss didn’t happen and I wasn’t like this too, but I can’t snap my fingers and change what happened. Is it really that difficult to consider me a friend again- or even a person? Archons above. — Tartaglia (#☀️🌊)

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tbh, if someone told me that i was their favourite character i would be so flattered actually like yes YES tell me im ur blorbo, ur scrimblo bimblo, ur glup shitto. i can and WILL give you a hug thru the screen dont test me actually - childe tartaglia ajax

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I wish I could’ve talked to him before Irminsul. I doubt there was anything I could’ve ever said to him to change his mind, get him off the path that he was on, but I just… I don’t know.

It’s hard to think about because, since he erased himself, everything’s a bit fuzzy, but it would’ve been nice to have one more night with him. One more tender kiss, one more night of holding him and tracing the symbol on his neck while he “slept”, one more night of toying with his ball joints when I could tell sit still, one more night of pointing out constellations and making up stories so he’d tell me I was wrong and bicker with me, just so I could hear his voice. It would’ve been nice to have him close, feel his breath on my chest, but I didn’t get that. I didn’t get a goodbye. I don’t want to be bitter or complain about it hurting since… he did go through so much at the hands of Dottore (not even mentioning the experiments) and it feels selfish, but gods. Waking up and knowing that a part of you is missing, but you can’t quite place your finger on what or why, is the most devastating, panic and dread inducing feeling in the world was awful. I couldn’t remember who he was, but I knew I needed him. I knew something was missing. He erased the context, but not the conditions that came with them, not the feelings, the dull ache of missing him, that my body knew him even if my mind didn’t. I still knew his scent, his touch, his laugh. I’d know him even in death. It was a painfully lonely feeling, desperately yearning for someone who I loved more than anything in this world, but as far as I knew, didn’t exist and never had.

It feels dramatic, I hate to complain, and I know he was going through so much, but gods, how did he think I wouldn’t miss him? How did he think I wouldn’t know something was off? Did he really think I’d just stop loving him? I’ll never ask. — Tartaglia (#☀️🌊)

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i am so tired of being mischaracterized

- ajax, tartaglia, childe, the eleventh of the fatui harbingers, whatever you want to call me

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punching air AND god rn i found a verry specific soap that smells almost exactly like zhongli but the BAD THING is that its HAND SOAP and not BODY WASH ARGSH.. mmmgrr (＃`Д´)!!

- an (only slightly upset!!!) childe tartaglia ajax ♡(>ᴗ•)

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me about to do the fitness gram pacer test:

oh, since im childe tartaglia ajax, ill be great at th-

*does 20 laps and collapses*

*does 10 push-ups and almost dies*

*does 15 curl-ups and actually dies*

me, somehow surprised: Σ(°ロ°) !!