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Sevika (Arcane)

Angel ch 1

Angel ch 2

Angel ch 3 coming soon

Fix me (one shot) ps. Posted on other blog of mine

Colleague AU headcanon

Jinx (Arcane)

⚠️Work in progress ⚠️

D, Beholder of the dead (Elden ring)

Hecate (Path to nowhere//无期迷途)

Comfort

Furnace

[len-yx]

Hoyo took alicole out back and shot them

[len-yx]

I genuinely feel so bad if rhinealice was revealed to have met when one of them was a child after shipping them for years I’d kill myself

[visibleclosedeyes]

Log into my tumblr just to say im extremely scared now

[lovelybrooke]

I really do think that if Tamsy were to have a crush on you he would be deranged towards people who clearly also like you. I keep thinking of that panel of Tamsy going "Ew, that's totally not what I was looking for" when Follo lives. I just imagine him doing something similar whenever you're around other people, like he's genuinely grossed out.

Imagine him sitting with you in the main room at HQ, talking, when Enjin comes and interrupts you by touching your shoulder, internal Tamsy if freaking out. It makes him even more mad when you don't realize that people are only doing it because they want your attention.

Internal Tamsy: They're the dumbest person alive—I'm in love with the dumbest person alive. Why don't they just push him away? No, the idiot would probably like it. Are they acting like this because they want attention? I guess it's working. Ugh—I hate them...

Reader: Ayo Tamsy you good?

Tamsy: Mhmm, what were you saying?

Internal Tamsy: Ugh, how did I ever manage to fall for someone so hopeless—Hey, don't look away from me!

[yoyogospin]

Bird in a Cage

★ SYNOPSIS: Tamsy wants to know more about whatever information the elusive Leader of the Cleaners, Arkha Corvus, has hidden away. What better way in than sleeping with the Leader's younger sibling?

The only thing is, you seem to know more than you let on.

★ W.C. = 2,377

★ PAIRINGS: Tamsy Caines x Corvus! Reader

★ TAGS: Manga Spoilers! Blow Jobs, Choking, Light Degradation, Light Sadism, Mocking, Oral (M! Receiving), Spit (referenced), Role Reversal, Teasing, Verbal Degradtion,

Birdy. That's what the Cleaners call you. Always dashing around, making pleasant small talk, doing the odd jobs no one else really thinks about. And whenever your brother, Arkha Corvus, is out doing… whatever it is that he does when he out, you come in and act as the temporary leader of the Cleaners.

A weakness, is what Tamsy thinks if you. A small hole in the damn near impenetrable defenses of Arkha Corvus. Something he could exploit.

It wasn't hard.

Despite being well loved by everyone, you were lonely. Nothing more than a passing shadow in the hall until you decided to speak up or when somebody needed advice. No one came to you for you.

All Tamsy had to do was seek you out first and make some conversation in his off time.

And God, he didn't expect it to be so easy.

You were almost desperate to have someone to talk to, happy to prattle his ear off about anything and everything. A book you'd recently read, the coffee you made your brother the other day, some clothes that you saw in a window the last time you went into town.

Some of it was interesting. Unexpected. Like how you have the same taste in music. And others, well, they were unexpected in other ways.

"God." You sighed as Tamsy finally let up off you. "It's almost scary how good you are at kissing, Mister Caines."

A slip of the tongue. One you don't notice but he sure does.

No one on the ground should know the word God, let alone the concept. Yet you knew how to use it in the right context. It came out naturally in a way that was familiar too. And if you're familiar with it, then your brother must be too.

Tamsy decided then and there to seduce you. Properly make you his dumb and desperate Birdy who craved his attention bad enough to let more information slip.

He'd overwhelm you, kiss you till you lost your footing, until you were so lightheaded that he was sure your vision was spotty, trap you between him and the wall in a hallway that barely gets any foot traffic, whisper in your ear about how cute you looked, before leaving you to get yourself together.

His excuse was that he didn't want your brother getting suspicious. You two were keeping your relationship, or whatever it was, under wraps. It'd be bad if his boss found out he was messing around with their younger sibling, no?

That was only half the truth. Really, he enjoyed the look on your face as you watched him walk away, hands weak as you grasped the air for his fading figure.

Ah, you were just too cute like that. He couldn't help himself, teasing you and leaving you wanting more but never giving you enough.

It's the best when he teases you in front of the other's. Brushing your side as he guides you out of his way, picking off stray lint off your clothes, things that aren't suspicious but leaves his touch lingering on your skin long after he's gone.

As far as everyone else knows, you've got a little crush on Tamsy and he's none the wiser.

"You're torturing poor ole Birdy!" Enjin had thrown an arm over his shoulder, pointing in your general direction with his other hand. "Have a little heart, man."

"Torturing?" Tamsy raised an all too innocent looking brow, head titled to the side. "What ever could you mean by that?"

"It's obvious that they have a thing for you, Tamsy! Even Rudo sees it. You should take them out on the town, buy them a drink or two. Ya' know, a date or something!"

"I think you're mistaken, Enjin. They just enjoy my company, that's all." He's really passing dumb here. Enjin want wrong when he said that it was obvious that you were infatuated went Tamsy. He could be blind and still see the way you seek him out and get all flustered from his attention.

But it's more convenient this way (fun too, if Tamsy is really being honest) to have people perceive the relationship between you two this way. It takes some responsibility off his shoulders of being a proper boyfriend.

He doesn't have to waste his precious free time on dates or change how he acts so no one gets suspicious of how real your relationship is. Plus, Corvus won't keep as close of an eye on him too under the excuse of protecting his precious Birdy.

"Besides, they prefer juice over alcohol."

What you actually prefer is his spit after he's eaten something a little spicy, not that Enjin needs to know that though.

Enjin also doesn't need to know that you like when he has bound and hanging from the ceiling with the threads from his Tokushin, or that you scream the loudest when he's fucking you from behind and choking you with his bare hands.

And he would hate to know you cum the hardest when he's got your legs over his shoulder and he's whispering the nastiest things in your ear, calling you a slut, asking what your dear older brother would think about one his Cleaners fucking you in his office whilst he's out doing his important business.

The thought gets him so worked up Tamsy decided to visit you the same night.

His knuckles rapped against the door into your room with the same gentle cadence he always used, almost too quiet to be heard but somehow you always hear it, opening the door not even a second after he finishes.

"Mister Caines!" You greet him with a bright smile, breathing slightly labored from having run to the door.

Good.

Just the way he likes you, a puppy rushing to meet their owner.

"What brings you here so late at night?"

"Nothing too urgent, I assure you." He hums, fingers twirling his Tokushin almost absentmindedly behind his back, tilting it so it's more visible to you over his shoulder. "I'd just like to chat."

"Ah, chat?" You bite your lip, a little uneasy on your feet. "Just a short chat?"

"I don't know about short… " He doesn't plan on this being a quickie. He'd like to take his time with you tonight. "We'll just have to find out, won't we?"

He pushes past you without another word and plops himself atop your bed like he owns it and he might as well. Crossing his legs, the man balances an elbow atop his thigh and leans forward to rest his chin in the palm of his hand, his raised foot kicking idly as he waits for you to do as you know you should.

But you don't. Intent on being defiant tonight, you close the door and lean your back against it instead of rushing to get on your knees in front of him.

Tamsy is the picture of beauty in your eyes. Long hair loose, falling over his shoulders, thick lashes shadowing his pretty eyes as he glares you down. Lips posed in a slight snarl, his casual clothes barely implying the shape of his body beneath them, a shape he's only allowed you to feel and touch with your hands and never your eyes.

Is it your fault that you want to, no, have to, take a second to admire the work of art in front of you? If the answer were up to Tamsy (and it is at the moment) it would be.

"What are you doing?"

"You wanted to chat. Right, Mister Caines?" You smile, but Tamsy can tell it's far from innocent. You're purposely testing his patience and just when he was feeling generous. "What did you want to chat about?"

"Don't play dumb." His eyes brighten and you feel a thin pressure around your throat.

A thread.

Or should you call it a collar?

"Hurry up and get over here."

"You can be so mean… " You puff, making it sound as if you hate it, but that's far from the truth. The way you obediently walk over and settle yourself on your knees in front of him, hands neatly folded in your lap, eyes looking up him expectantly, says more than enough.

If you hated this, if you hated the way he grabs you up by your hair, how he tugs your neck at an angle he knows hurts, you would've already ran to your brother and cried wolf.

"How long have we been doing this?" He asks.

"Four months."

Right.

"You've had four whole months and you've never asked me to stop. But I'll give you a chance." Tamsy leans in close enough for you to feel his lashes against the skin of your cheek every time he blinks.

The look his eyes are dangerous, his grip on your hair a touch tighter and the texture of the thread around your neck somehow rougher, daring you to try to lie to his face.

"Go ahead." He practically purrs into your ears. "Say it. Say you want me to stop."

"…"

Quiet.

Tamsy laughs in your face.

"That's what I thought." He lets go of your hair abruptly and you have to catch yourself with your hands to keep yourself from falling backwards.

Despite that, you don't look the least bit upset. If he had to find a word for it, Tamsy would say you look depraved or maybe even crazed.

The sweet and gentle groundskeeper, the quiet younger sibling of Arkha Corvus, one of the many mentors for the younger Cleaners, enjoys being thrown around and degraded.

No one would believe him if he said anything about how you beg for him to do his worst, how you sometimes whine for him to choke you just a bit harder, how you cry to have him choke you till you pass out, how you want to wake up to him still using you for his own pleasure.

Not that anyone would believe he was the one willingly doing all of that to you, though. So the two of you might as well be in the same boat.

"Acting out when I came to reward you for once." He sighs and turns his head.

You clamber to grab at his calves, head nestled into the groove between his knees as you look up at him like some sort of kicked puppy.

"Sorry! You just looked so nice sitting on my bed. I couldn't help myself… "

"You couldn't help yourself." He mocks your voice in a nasally tone that sound nothing like you. "Pathetic."

"Can you blame me? You haven't come over to chat in awhile, Tamsy."

Now that he thinks about it, he hasn't fucked you, fucked you more than a quickie to let off steam from a mission, in a bit, has he?

The last time was what, before Rudo came to the ground? Or was it a little after that. Either way, it amounts up to a month, but Tamsy won't blame himself for that.

Corvus hasn't been leaving HQ as much as he used to ever since that Spherite came here. Tamsy doesn't want the man anywhere near whenever he's trying to get information out of you. And besides that, you're always more tight-lipped whenever your brother is around.

He keeps you on a tight leash, or it would be better to say that he keeps you too busy with work for Tamsy to get his hands on you for longer than a heated makeout.

That shouldn't be a problem now though. Corvus left early this morning for business as he said.

"Fine. I guess I'll let it slide this time."

"Then- "

"If you apologize the right way. Properly."

And you know what the right way is, and you're more than happy to do it.

Without another word, you're already unzipping Tamsy's pants before he can ease his legs open enough to give the room to sit between them. Not that he's complaining though.

Who is he to be mad when you're so eager to give him head? (He was already hard anyway)

You start out slow, one hand pumping his cock, the other teasing his tip, kneading the slit it almost painful circles that has his jaw tensing from the stimulation. But you're quick (more like you were craving) to put him in your mouth.

Tamsy has to hold your head down to keep you from going to fast and over-stimulating him too quickly. He swears you forego breathing just to deepthroat him the slightest bit faster in order to taste his cum. No, actually, he knows you do that and he's almost can't handle it.

Your throat is too warm and too wet, and God he has to hold his breath when you swallow and think about something else besides your mouth being around him.

It's all happening too fast, your tongue is tracing the sensitive parts of his cock, your throat is tensing around him, and you're not even trying to be quiet, moaning when he grips your hair to try to pull you off but you keep yourself where you are, nails digging into his thighs through his pants to the point he's sure he'll find crescent shaped bruises on his skin later.

Right.

This is why he never let's you apologize before working you up first.

You always apologize way too earnestly. And us much as it feels good, he'll cum way too quickly like some two minute pump chump.

"S-slow down." But Tamsy knows how words fell on deaf ears, out maybe you actually can't hear him over the disgusting wet slick and your own unabashed moans. He doesn't care to figure out at the moment.

He doesn't last much longer and he tries to pull you off his cock when you start swallowing his cum as it comes out, but you only take him deeper down your throat.

When he's able to crack an eye open to look down into yours, he sees that same defiant look from before.

Tamsy wanted you to apologize properly, didn't he?

So you should treat him the same way he does you when he fucks you properly, make him cum until he can't think of much else besides you.

[lovelybrooke]

Tamsy is one hundred percent the type of person to be so in love with someone that he begins to feel genuine disgust because of how much you make him feel.

It kinda peeves me when people say that Tamsy would be ultra horrible to his partner, not because it's necessarily incorrect, but because I think it paints Tamsy's feelings as very one note. It presents Tamsy as someone who's horrible because he secretly hates his partner, and not because he's literally can't feel love in a normal/healthy way.

Even in a canon sense, I heavily view Tamsy as someone who would obsess over the person he loves. I have this image in my head of Tamsy wrestling with his feelings for you with the "true" version of himself. Tamsy knows he can't get close to you because of the risks, but he can't help but find himself drawn to you. He wants to know everything about you, the good, the bad, the ugly, the horrible. He wants to know what you love, what you hate, what makes you angry, what makes you sad. He gets so hyperfixated on you that he kinda forgets his own mission or purpose, he just wants to be enveloped by you. This doesn't mean there aren't the typical Tamsy behaviors however, he does push your buttons constantly, often disguised as teasing. It gets to a point where you often wonder if Tamsy actually likes you or if he's just making fun of you.

When Tamsy's feelings get so overwhelming, he genuinely starts to feel hatred and disgust, at you and at himself. He never thought it was possible to feel such strong attraction to someone else without some alter motive. He convinces himself that his desire for you is purely driven by his own goals, his greater purpose, before realizing that you're the only person he truly sees and truly sees him. This revelation fills him with so much anger, he hates not being in control. But whenever he's around you all of that just washes away and he hates it.

Tamsy is the type of person to look at you and genuinely this "god I love you so much I wanna kill you." His feelings are complicated, he's complicated guys—please do you get the vision...

[visibleclosedeyes]

Guys sorry for disappearing i will soon get back to writing fanfic

[amarananami]

Hello!

You are obviously a talented writer. Would it be okay to request a Zanka fic where the reader is lowkey careless/borderline suicidal on missions and it drives him up the wall? Like he analyzes how she fights and realizes that she makes small mistakes that lead to cuts, bruises, etc. Angst, comfort/hurt, idk.

Thank you so much :)

꒰ sorry this took a while i was getting over writers block 😭꒱

02 ⋆ you stress zanka out... ( • ᴖ • ｡)

wc: 1.2k | hurt/comfort

ZANKA NOTICES PATTERNS because that's how he survives. He pays attention to angles, timing, and distance. It’s instinctive, constant, something he doesn’t know how to turn off, so it doesn’t take him long to notice that something is wrong with the way you fight.

“Move,” he shouts, slamming his Vital Instrument down to redirect the Beast, metal shrieking as trash collides. “You’re open on the left.”

“I know,” you yell back, breathless, already charging again.

“You don’t look like it!”

You don’t answer. You never do anymore.

After the fight, when the Beast crumbles and the polluted air settles, Enjin claps someone on the shoulder and starts talking about going out to eat like nothing happened. Zanka doesn’t hear a word. He’s staring at the blood soaking through your sleeve, the way you’re flexing your fingers like you’re checking whether they still work. He grabs your wrist before you can walk back to the car.

“What the hell was that?” he demands.

You look down at his hand, then back up at him, expression calm. “A mission.”

“No,” he snaps. “That wasn’t just a mission. You let it hit you, [Name].”

You scoff lightly, tugging your arm, but he doesn’t let go. “It wasn’t lethal.”

“That’s not the point,” he says, voice practically trembling. “You know better.”

“I got the job done.”

“And you almost got yourself killed doing it,” he shoots back. “Again.”

“Zanka—”

“Don’t,” he cuts in. “Don’t brush it off. I’ve been watching you for weeks. You’re late on dodges that I know you’ve mastered. You’re bleeding every single mission.” His grip loosens, but his hands are clenched now, knuckles white. “You fight like you don’t care what happens to you.”

Your face hardens. “Okay, now that’s a reach.”

“It’s not,” he says immediately. “It’s a pattern.”

Silence stretches, thick and ugly. Finally, you look away.

“…Stop psychoanalyzing me.”

“I’m…I’m looking out for you,” he says, volume softening. “If anything happens to you I don’t know what I’d do.”

You swallow. “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“That’s not what this is.”

“Then what is it?” you demand, finally raising your voice. “Because all I hear is you telling me I’m doing everything wrong when I’m still standing.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” he says, voice breaking through his restraint. “You only care that you’re standing, not how close you came to not being here at all.”

You stare at him, stunned, then laugh weakly. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No,” he says. “I’m being honest. You’re scaring me, [Name]. You really are.”

You don’t respond, just pull your arm free and walk away, leaving him standing there with trash dust settling around his boots and a sick feeling in his gut.

The next mission is worse.

You’re so reckless that it makes his blood run cold. You dive in too deep, get clipped twice, stumble, and recover with a grin that looks wrong on your face. When the Trash Beast finally goes down, Zanka is shaking with adrenaline and something close to sheer rage.

“What is wrong with you?”

You snap back instantly. “Don’t start.”

“I’m not starting,” he says. “I’m finishing. You’re not invincible. You’re not expendable. You don’t get to act like you are.”

You cross your arms defensively. “You don’t get to tell me how to fight.”

“I get to tell you when you’re throwing your life away,” he fires back. “Because that’s what this looks like.”

“You think I want to die?”

“No,” he says, and the certainty in his voice makes you pause. “I think you don’t care if you live.”

Your voice drops. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you flinch less when you’re hurt,” he says quietly. “I know you stop asking for backup. I know you don’t heal properly before the next mission. I know you keep acting like pain is proof you’re still useful.” His throat bobs as he swallows. “And I know that if you keep going like this, one day you won’t walk away.”

You look at the ground, clenching your jaw. “So what? You want me to be scared all the time?”

“I want you to want to come back,” he says. “I want you to dodge because you care if you get hit. I want you alive.” His voice drops to a whisper. “I want you here.”

The rain starts sometime during your argument, light at first, then heavier, soaking into your clothes, cooling the heat of the fight. You don’t notice until you step back and your heel slips slightly on wet ground. Zanka reaches to steady you, his hands warm and firm on your arms.

“Don’t,” you mutter, shoving him lightly. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m something you’ll lose.”

He doesn’t let go this time. “You might, and that’s what I’m terrified of.”

You laugh, breath shaky. “You’re acting like we’re breaking up or something.”

“Is that what you think this is?”

“I don’t know,” you say, rain plastering your hair to your face. “Everyone else does.”

“I don’t,” he says immediately. “But I will lose you if you keep treating yourself like you’re disposable.”

You shove him harder, frustration spilling over. “I didn’t ask you to care this much.”

He stumbles a step, then grabs you, pulling you back before you can retreat. “Too bad,” he says, “I do.”

For a second, you just stare at each other, breathing hard, rain pouring down, the world narrowing to the space between you. Then you surge forward and kiss him. It’s angry, desperate, like you’re trying to shut him up and confess at the same time. He freezes for half a heartbeat, then kisses you back just as fiercely, hands gripping your jacket like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

When you finally pull back, foreheads touching, he exhales shakily. “You don’t get to hurt yourself and pretend it doesn’t matter.”

You whisper, “I don’t know how to stop.”

He softens instantly, anger draining away. “Then don’t stop alone.” He presses his forehead to yours. “Let me help. Let me watch you. Let me call you out when you’re being stupid.” A weak huff of laughter escapes his lips. “I’m really good at that.”

You let out a broken laugh, rain and tears mixing. “You’re exhausting.”

“Yeah,” he says. “But I’m staying.”

You nod slowly. “Okay.”

“Okay?” he repeats, hopeful and kinda terrified.

“Okay,” you say again. “I’ll try.”

He pulls you into a tight hug, rain drumming against his back. “That’s all I’m asking.”

“Hey!”

You both freeze.

About 100 feet away, Enjin is leaning out of the driver’s window, arm resting casually on the door. The rest of Team Akuta are piled up by the side window too, and they might as well be holding a bucket of popcorn with the way they were staring at the two of you.

“Are you two seriously having your big emotional breakthrough in the rain?” he yells. “You’re not in a movie. Get in the fucking car before you catch pneumonia.”

You glance at Zanka. He looks embarrassed, soaked, ears bright red but still very much holding your hand.

“…Car?” you say.

“Car,” he agrees, squeezing your fingers once before pulling you toward it.

(divider by @cursed-carmine!)

likes and reblogs appreciated! 🩵🫶🏾

[visibleclosedeyes]

If you really think about it, rhinedottir is the most employed woman ever

MAAM WHY ARE YOU IN EVERY MAJOR FACTIONS???

Girl comes from fallen civilization, is part of the coven, isa great sinner AND ascended to shade-hood via cannibalism GIRL

[ebiwren]

I'm curious, what languages do my mutuals know?

I speak both English and German, and I know some very basic phrases of Finnish, Spanish, and French.

Tag your mutuals!!

@serene-sky-kid @halcyon-xxy @plutonium-sky @ari-skycotl @arsolitaforever @beigetiger @ejsuperstar

If I forgot you, I'm sorry, and don't be afraid to join in regardless <3

[scarz-reblogs]

Oooo this is so fun… I speak English and ASL and i know some Spanish and Romanian!! (Very little though </3)

Heyyy mooties… /nf!!!

@angninjin @muppetsweater @the-crazy-echidna-lady @thechaoshuman @alolanshadowdragon @basilbunnycreachers @wyvit (first people i thought of but any of yall can join LMAO)

[thechaoshuman]

I speak English, some French and ASL, and I'm very new to Mandarin! I hope to be a fluent polyglot in the future ^^

Hey moots!! (This won't be everyone, just the ppl I talk to most)

@sookilini @mischeva @the-crazy-echidna-lady @yourpalsalamander @tails-perhour

[tails-perhour]

Aaah ! Uhm! I speak English and Japanese, I'm learning Spanish and ASL

But I'm not fluent in any of them hehe

Uhm! A lot of moots i talk to often have been tagged, but how about

@chiisanajimi @ubtendo @thesafireartist @rapidminnow @navy-the-tiger

no pressure ofc!

[chiisanajimi]

wow hi tails!

fluent english, approaching fluent japanese, basic conversational korean, ASL basics but can hold and follow a simple conversation, beginner spanish, sprinkle of italian

i list all this like i can confidently use them all but honestly the only ones that are really at a notable skill level are english and japanese. my korean skills are mostly listening comprehension so i can do korean -> english but not the other way around

not many more mutuals to tag but i'll ping the ones i always do @pidgefudge @minxtheeenby @thespianinthebackcorner

ignore of course if you don't feel like participating! no hard feelings

[thespianinthebackcorner]

Aaaawww it's been a while since I was tagged in one of these!!

Fluent in English, have attempted learning Korean, Italian, French, Japanese, German and Latin before but nothing has properly stuck because I always falter and don't retain this stuff easily. I know a few words of my local Aboriginal language but it's nothing flash just bits of the stuff you hear all the time. Hopefully once I have more time I'll learn a language properly 😂😅

shsjfjejrnwjdjnrnen thanykou so much for tagging me :] hm where are my mutuals @monards @sleepless-rants uhhhh whichever other ones wanna join I'm bad at rememberjng which moots do these 😭🫠

[sleepless-rants]

THESPIAN!!!

i'm fluent in english and persian, tried learning latin once and gave up💔 but i AM hoping to pick it up again some day because nothing is more punk rock and mystical than speaking latin. currently on a quest to learn icelandic because im obsessed with norse mythology and would like to be able to read the material in their original old norse someday.

@monards @midnight-arandombanana @treezxu @eruditic-akechi @aroacenezhaanddainsleif @visibleclosedeyes

COME ONE COME ALL

[visibleclosedeyes]

Oooh sorry this is very late but i speak only two languages! Thai and English. I hope one day i can acquire my third and fourth language

[visibleclosedeyes]

Im struggling with depression and ocd sorry if this will take some time to finish

[visibleclosedeyes]

Psa : my upcoming rhinealice fic is probably will be part of kinktober so it will be 18+, so if you are a minor don’t read lol (that goes without saying)

But i will also do sfw rhinealice too. So in conclusion, 2 rhinealice fic incoming

[crabsy94]

VISIONLESS VISIONARY

Rhine with the puns and making fun of Vedrfolnir, love her sense of humour

[visibleclosedeyes]

Girl be cracking joke after she ascended to godhood through cannibalism

Rhinedottir lady and gentleman

[visibleclosedeyes]

Im sorry rhinealice fan um i kinda forgot i had exam im back now aha ha im truly free now so um

Also kinktober? Kinktober rhinealice ? 👀👀

[maryychill]

Skirk: Void Star

Talking about Skirk is ambitious because it's like trying to piece together an unfinished thousand-piece puzzle.

Some pieces are confirmed in her Story Quest, others come from earlier mentions (Tartaglia, Fontaine) and a few only hint at a bigger picture (the Five Sinners, her origin beyond Teyvat).

This is a really long post, I wrote out her story quest in detail and also gathered the official Genshin Impact content about her: videos, character cards, comics, music...

So get comfy, or keep scrolling because this is going to be a ride.

Story Quest: Act I "Whispers Betwixt Stars and Night"

Beginning

The Traveler starts out exhausted, drained, as if something inside weighs more than the body. Paimon notices something is off and suggests visiting Baizhu at Bubu Pharmacy in Liyue.

Baizhu examines the Traveler and says the body is fine so whatever is happening might be deeper, maybe mental or even tied to the soul. He suggests the Traveler sleep at the pharmacy.

During sleep the Traveler slips into something like a lucid dream or strange vision. A foggy space, an unknown entity, a spike driven into the Traveler's back. The pain is sharp but when they wake there's no mark at all, only a deeper sense of weakness that lingers, making the whole thing even more unsettling.

To ease the tension Paimon suggests grabbing a bite. While they eat at Wanmin Restaurant and talk through what happened, Skirk appears. She tells them the Traveler's soul is injured by Abyssal influence and offers help but she needs a clear yes on whether they will trust her and also admits helping is useful to her, since she wants to investigate what's going on.

Before leaving she counts some mora on the table and asks them to cover the wine she drank with that money. When the Traveler and Paimon go to pay, the clerk says they are overpaying. They tell him that extra is for the woman who had the wine but he insists he served no one else. After a bit of back and forth he concedes he did open a jar of wine, as if Skirk's memory had been wiped from his mind.

Development

The Traveler and Paimon head to the meeting point at Guili Plains. There they see Rifthounds gathering "god remains".

After defeating them, they run into Skirk and the Traveler and Paimon ask why no one seemed to remember her. Skirk explains it's because she has no desire to establish a connection with the world and that the weak and the lowly have no right to remember her (damn, girl 🥶).

After making that clear, she tells them to refocus. Skirk explains that those creatures feed on god remains. Some of those remains have been disturbed and even entire constellations seem to have dimmed in the sky and that is the same force that stole a fragment of the Traveler's soul.

She also mentions that forty-two stars have died out in the past few months alone and that in Khaenri'ah people believed powerful individuals had corresponding Stella Fortuna. Even if that individual were to fall, their Stella Fortuna would not disappear but gradually evolve into a new constellation.

(Was that a confirmation of the Samsara's theory? 👀 the Traveler's endless cycle of birth, death and rebirth?)

Skirk leads them into her home, a secluded space in the Abyss where time flows differently than in Teyvat, one month there equals just one day in Teyvat.

She gives the Traveler a special Abyssal crystal to use a method called dream-mirroring so they can investigate what is happening inside the Traveler's dreams and trace the culprit through that mental and spiritual space.

Skirk then puts the Traveler through Special Training in three stages:

A sword trial breaking crystal pillars against the clock.

Then elemental drills that force you to avoid attacks and solve situations under pressure.

A reasoning trial that asks you to combine what you faced, decide fast and not let fear or doubt take over.

Between training sessions, dreams slide in and show pieces of Skirk's story, her home planet destroyed, harsh training under Surtalogi ("The Foul", one of the Five Sinners), the habit of suppressing emotions, how her life turned into pure survival...

After the final trial, while Paimon sleeps, the Traveler and Skirk share a more personal talk. She says she has already tracked the one who stole the fragment of the Traveler's soul but before going she admits they may not meet again and offers the same deal she once gave Ajax (Tartaglia's real name), to answer three questions.

<< For context >>

Here's the official Genshin Impact video of Ajax, 14 at the time, when he got the chance to ask Skirk his three questions.

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The Traveler asks if she is truly from Teyvat and admits that during dream-mirroring they saw fragments that seemed like they could be her memories. Skirk tenses, says she knew that could happen, though she thought her mind was sealed tightly enough to keep anyone out and then confirms she is not from Teyvat. She comes from a planet beyond the stars and has traveled between worlds, much like the Traveler but clarifies they are not the same because the Traveler is a Descender who shapes Teyvat's fate while she only passes through. Centuries ago Surtalogi opened the border between worlds and sent her there but Teyvat is not her home and one day she will have to return to the vast unknown.

The second question is about her goal. Skirk says she wants to grow stronger, close the gap between her and her master's power as soon as possible but first she needs to understand the source of her strength. To do that she must walk the road Surtalogi once walked and, at some point, find how to defeat him.

The last question is about Ajax. The Traveler says Tartaglia has been looking for her for years and asks if she will let him see her. Skirk sighs and explains his case is different. Before meeting Skirk, the Traveler had already learned from many people and developed his own technique so she only built on top of that. Ajax was a child, a blank canvas and children can only imitate their role models, which hides their own growth. When Ajax has enough strength on his own, she will allow a reunion. Until then she prefers the memory of his master to push him to reach his full potential.

The Traveler is not fully convinced since Skirk speaks as if it were a practical matter rather than an emotional one. They reflect on how long she has been in Teyvat and on how time flows differently in the Abyss. They recall that she said she does not form bonds with people here and they wonder if that distance is a choice or a form of protection.

With their three questions used up, they keep the doubt to themselves.

Before taking the next step Skirk asks them to wake Paimon and not to tell her about that conversation.

With that settled, the three step into an Abyssal domain to face the entity that stole the Traveler's soul fragment. During the fight the enemy targets Skirk, breaking through her defenses with a spike that carried the fragment.

She shatters the spike and returns what was stolen but the cost is steep and she falls into deep meditation to heal.

While she recovers, the Traveler is guided by the strange creature into Skirk's inner world. They find a river cracked and kind of frozen in place and as they move forward memories begin to surface.

One shows the discipline Surtalogi imposed on her, where there was no room for emotion, helping the Traveler see that much of her strength came from forcing herself to suppress what she felt.

Another vision shows the same doodle the Traveler once drew for Paimon at the start of their journey, proof that Skirk had known about them long before they ever met and chose to stay away.

Then a new memory unfolds, Surtalogi tells her that imitation is not enough, that he gave her fangs and claws and now she must learn to hunt.

Skirk asks if he wants her to travel alone between worlds and he says yes and tells her to make new friends, take her own path and rebuild a future from the fragments of her past. He warns they will still be in contact through the abyss but one day he will burn down whatever life she manages to rebuild, just like the fire that haunts her mind. When she demands to know why, his answer is that fear is the catalyst of human evolution. She has already tasted loss and fear that cuts into the bones but living beings tend to distance themselves from what hurts and with time fear becomes nothing but a fading memory.

That is why he gave her “the gift” of eternal fear, something that will either drown her in the nightmares of her childhood or drive her to defeat him no matter the cost.

Another memory shows Skirk as a child, hurting before Surtalogi and forced to train until the bones in her arms and legs break. She is pushed to go on, again and again. She asks why he saved her, saying maybe it would have been better to die than be hunted by that fire. Surtalogi replies that he has a plan for her and says it has been too long since he fought a battle that demanded everything so he will teach her all he knows in the hope that one day she will surprise him.

The next memory shows Skirk skipping class to explore, lying on a sunny hill, thinking about wanting to see the world and find treasures.

Strangers once came, people in strange clothes who called themselves merchants from a neighboring planet and spoke of friendship and cooperation. Her parents, her neighbors, the whole community welcomed them as guests, never suspecting what was to come.

Later an unknown army arrived without warning and wiped out the planet. Skirk had skipped class again so she survived the first strike but when she returned home there was only fire and ruin.

She would later realize they were killed because the explorers had found the planet had once been uninhabitable, yet there were signs its inhabitants had adapted to extreme heat and cold. That adaptability was seen as a threat and the outsiders chose to erase them before it could take root.

She survived only because, in the midst of the destruction, she crossed paths with Surtalogi.

Once they arrive at the highest point, they find Skirk.

The strange creature says she represents the emotions Skirk buried and that she can't keep denying them. Skirk tries to box them in, but cannot. Those emotions acknowledge the guilt she carries toward her people and toward herself and ask to be released.

Skirk remembers the melody her father played when they went to fetch water. She tells her emotions that if their wish is to stay with her, she will carry them to the end.

We then see Skirk walking with difficulty through a cold abyssal landscape while hands and voices try to hold her back, the people from her world, Surtalogi, guilt, fear... and through pain she breaks free.

Her younger self appears with an instrument and plays that song as a tribute. Hearing it, Skirk understands she can carry her memories without being destroyed by them.

In that moment the river in her inner world begins to flow again.

Skirk reconciles with her younger self.

Ending

When all the training and visions end, it's time to return to the abyssal space and reclaim what she lost.

Skirk, the Traveler and Paimon head to a hidden abyssal domain near the Chasm to face the culprit, Skofnungr, an ancient Khaenri'ahn noble marked from childhood by an incurable illness that left him weak and scorned by his people.

He met Surtalogi who urged him to fight for his life and used forbidden arts to heal him which bound them as master and disciple.

After the cataclysm the story twisted. With the curse of immortality upon the Khaenri'ah people Surtalogi offered to free him but Skofnungr rejected it and chose to bear that immortality to keep getting stronger certain he could become worthy.

To grow stronger, he fused the flesh of a weakened narwhal (Surtalogi's pet) into his body, which twisted him and granted corrupted power.

In this fight with Skofnungr we learn he is not a fragment thief but a disciple seeking to test himself against his master's pupil, Skirk.

The battle ends with Skofnungr defeated and he admits the curse of immortality lets many powers coexist in his body but it can't free him from the pain. He says he can't keep his sanity much longer and remembers Surtalogi once offered to free him and asks Skirk now to release him from the suffering.

Skirk answers with coldness and compassion that she can do it but not by killing him. She can take his consciousness and all the energy he consumed smash it to pieces and let the impurities dissipate. Under the curse of immortality his mind and body will regenerate but the process will be long and painful.

(🤯)

Skofnungr accepts and says maybe he will wake up in time to witness Skirk's great battle against Surtalogi and looks at the Traveler reflecting that at least she is not alone and with that he gives himself to his fate.

Skirk carries out the process destroying the corrupted consciousness and power and his body disappears.

The Traveler, Paimon and Skirk leave the domain and before parting Paimon asks Skirk if the stars she mentioned that had dimmed are back now. Skirk answers yes, that the power Skofnungr stole was returned.

At the end of the Story Quest the Traveler asks Skirk when they will meet again, she answers that fate will decide maybe they bump into each other on a street or meet on another planet and hopes that at the end of this journey, they will stand in a world reborn without war, pain or forced goodbyes, a place where new life can bloom.

And Skirk departs to her abyssal space.

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Other official Skirk content

Character Introduction

Skirk's Tales: Solitary Warrior

Reminiscence: Melodies Etched into Her Very Soul

Skirk's Character Song

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I am honestly fascinated by Skirk's lore. Everything we've been given from 5.6 through 5.8 in Genshin Impact has been so rich and I'm still processing it all.

Skirk feels like one of the most intriguing characters we've met so far, not only because of her own story but because of how she reshapes what we know about the Abyss, Teyvat, the Five Sinners, what lies beyond the stars…

Tartaglia also gained new depth through her and even Surtalogi turned out to be a much more compelling character than I expected.

And then there are all the threads that remain open: her connection with Alice, her encounter with Dainsleif, her personal goal of becoming stronger... it feels like there's still so much more to uncover about Skirk and that makes it even more important not to lose sight of what we've already learned.

[iseethatimicy]

hear me out, Skirk and Rerir x Reader power throuple💪💪💪

[visibleclosedeyes]

Fell down the rabbit hole of old movies, now im in love with a fictional of a dead Christian king who died of leprosy a long time ago

[knightessofjerusalem]