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beidou in a winter coat

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Love how like 90% of Genshin characters got their Visions in relatively mundane situations where they just happened to be deeply focused on a task or thinking about their dreams and ambitions...

And then you've got Beidou, who chopped off a leviathan's head to get hers.

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I'm Finally Breaking My Silence.

I can't take it anymore. Someone has to know about this. It's been years since the realization dawned on me and years since I've kept my lips sealed, but I can bear it no longer.

It makes no fucking sense how the tall Genshin women have heels.

This is a meme, but I'm also on something else entirely. Maybe it's delusion.

I don't care if it's for the fanservice, I don't care if it's hot, and I certainly don't care if people like it because it makes no sense whatsoever.

I don't know how people can run around in varying landscapes and roads on heels. I don't know how the heel itself would survive such treatment. And I don't know how the wearer, no matter how skilled, would not trip and fall on their ass.

Some instances can be afforded more forgiveness than others, but this will not stop me from compiling a list of how I feel about them individually and as people:

Actual Insanity -

Beidou: The Alcor is a wooden boat. One day, that heel is slipping through a small hole in the floor, snapping off, and sending her careening across the starboard. Someone's going to laugh. And then they will be tossed into the brine before being pulled back out and promptly begging for forgiveness. I cry.

Jean: The Gunnhildrs are masochists. The pain is worth it for Mondstadt, as always. How does she do it, running around everywhere and carrying the Knights of Favonius on her back? There's no way that she doesn't kick off the boots while sitting at her desk when it becomes too much to bear.

Dehya: When she says that she wants to slay on the battlefield as much as her looks, I did not think that the shoes would also be a thing to consider. And in sand? Are you mad? Those heels are sinking. No wonder her burst cancels when she jumps. Imagine having to rework your precarious footing every single time.

Yelan: This sick woman unironically likes it. She probably enjoys the sensation of pain every single time it becomes borderline pleasurable. It doesn't help that she looks forward to it being treated too. Herbalist Gui is getting really sick of having to wrap her feet in gauze after slathering it with medicinal foot cream.

Rosaria: I don't know if she's capable of caring anymore, actually. She doesn't seem to process this the same. The woman has an aesthetic to commit to and she doesn't do anything halfway, including her fit. She says she doesn't get drunk, but you know damn well that it and the nicotine numb the pain.

Eula: Anyone who says that they can do reconnaissance work and wear those things is lying, and Eula Lawrence is no exception to this rule. To add insult to injury, she also has spurs on them. Spurs on those beasts of shoes. Respectfully, she needs to twist her ankle and be put on bedrest for the day, so she can think about it.

Candace: I can't believe that this mentally brought me to my fucking knees. How dare you? You live in an area that is mostly sand and dust! You go out in the night and kill things! You're constantly out and about taking care of things! WHY ARE YOU IN SUCH HIGH HEELS?!?

Shenhe: (head in hands) I don't even know if she knows that this isn't normal to wear. I'm going to Cloud Retainer's domain and demanding that she be put in something that makes more sense. She lives in the mountains for Archon's sake! She may not act entirely human, but trust me, she is one at the end of the day.

It Makes Some Sense -

Kujou Sara: She's won, actually. Geta are allegedly much more comfortable to wear than heels. She slays, stays stylish, and isn't suffering while doing so. Good for her, because this is one of the only wins she has in a long, long list of L's, mostly attributed to Yae Miko if you take the time to really look at it.

Lisa: Is she really going to be running around all that much? No! Because she has her little helpers to go around and do things for her. And even if she has to go around by herself, she does so at a rate that isn't breakneck speed. Also, I personally believe that she has some potions and enhancements to help out with it.

Ningguang: She barely gets a pass. Barely. I personally don't believe she takes that walk around the pier every day. It's every other day at the most consistent. At every other function, you can trust that she has a seat and that she's not on her feet. She can afford to have such accommodation.

Raiden Shogun: If her body wasn't a puppet that she made for herself, I would absolutely put her in the other category. She absolutely made sure that she wouldn't feel pain while wearing those things and it shows with how she's able to move like she does in combat.

Yae Miko: I won't call it foul and say that since she can shift into a kitsune form, she's not going into this category, but provide the proof in other ways. Do you really see her going anywhere in a hurry? Precisely the point. She could probably get away with people carrying her places.

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Arlecchino: I have no words for the atrocity that is those heels. None at all. If I think about them too much, I'll start frothing at the mouth, and not in any good way.

Conclusion - My heart weeps prematurely for Clorinde and Navia. Fontainian fashion can kiss my ass. I mourn their feet.

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A quick drawing for a friend who requested Beidou. Used a new brush another friend recommended and asked my group for suggestions I could draw to relieve a bit of stress (_;´꒳`;):_.

I hope you like it as much as my friend did :3c

She’s a simp for hot pirate ladies.

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#me too op. me too #pirate mommy #beidou

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A while ago between artists we made a Collab mixing Pokemon with Genshin Impact characters! A rather interesting result came out pairing Beidou with Zekrom! ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

Speedpaint: https://youtube.com/watch?v=LYP0KtI94xE…

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beidou my angel my queen ✨💜💖💕⭐️✨💜💖💜

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Happiest (late) birthday to the Mama in the floating castle in the sky, ningguang genshin impact

#ningguang #Beidou #beiguang #they are so married #beiguang married so true #look at them!!! happy pookies #live laugh love beiguang #why do we have strong arms? #to hold wife. to lift wife. to love wife.

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Small hot gift

I added some toppings

#this is so cute #I read honey as homey and I was like #no way did Beidou call Ning her homie #Ning’s fav food being leftover chicken and pork bone soup #makes me so emotional #it’s such a modest and homey meal #AND BEIDOU MADE IT FOR HERRRRRR MARRIED FR

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Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 ### : 」 gn reader, reunions, established relationship, fluff, Beidou lifts you up and spins you around at one point.

Reposed from my secondary blog !!

You’ve been counting. Every second, every minute, every hour. Too long since you’ve last seen her, since you’ve watched her sail away from the port. Each wave that crashes against the docks of Liyue harbor easily reminds you of Beidou and makes your heart ache. Salt and seawater only remind you of her; of her touch, of her voice. Of her lips, that taste of whatever drink she’s had last. A sigh escapes you. Wistful, is all you can think to describe yourself. Hopeful, maybe.

The route you take through Guyun stone forest is a familiar path, one you could navigate in your sleep. The sun is still rising for the day when you reach the entrance of the cave and head in. Here, after a brief walk, is a small cliff that juts out to face the ocean that gives you the perfect view of the horizon (and of the Alcor, should she be sailing your way.) The flora and the crystal flies that hang in the air give the place an etherial energy. Adventurers come by to challenge the nearby domain, so they keep monsters away, though they hardly ever bother you. 

In the past, when you grow restless for Beidou’s return, you find yourself coming here. It’s easy to pass time, to take a breath of fresh air, and to hope you’d see the familiar prow in the distance. 

Like most other days, time passes for you quickly in your little hideaway. You take out what you’ve brought to kill time with today: a pen and paper that you sketch the crystal flies with, a book, and some work that you decided you needed a change of scenery to complete; small things that can hold your attention enough to use up your energy over time. 

It’s after you polish off the lunch you’ve brought for yourself that your eyes begin to droop. All the anticipation’s got you more tired than you first realized, you figure around a yawn. When you gaze out back into the sea, the wind has grown slow and quiet, and the only thing you can see on the horizon is the faint silhouette of Inazuma in the distance.

“Not today, then,” you say to yourself in a quiet murmur, pushing the disappointment to the back of your mind. Not much else to really do in that case— oh well, you can always take a quick nap and head back for the harbor, you decide, pushing down the sliver of disappointment.

Nodding in agreement to yourself, you get as comfy as you could on the cool, mossy ground. With your head resting on your knapsack as a makeshift pillow, you let yourself be lulled to sleep by the rhythmic chorus of the waves, and you’re lost to sleep in mere minutes.

When you wake up, you immediately know you’ve overslept. Golden light leaks in to the cave from the sea, unlike the bright midday sun from earlier, painting the stony walls in a pretty orange and yellow mural. You sit up, grimacing and check around you for your things and notice how late it’s gotten. The winds have picked up much more over the course of your nap, too, you notice, still trying to shake out the post-sleep fuzz from your head.

You curse, springing to you feet with such urgency that black spots flash in your vision for a quick second and you have to take a moment to regain your balance.

With clumsy fingers you shrug your bag back on after making sure everything’s accounted for, then sigh, preparing to make your way back—

When a sharp, distant whistle interrupts your train of thought.

You react first, brow furrowing in annoyance as you whip around to the source of the sound. The light of the sunset catches in your eyes, making you wince. It takes a few seconds of blinking to clear it, but when it does, your eyes are drawn to the big, big ship anchored some ways off of the shore, and your breath hitches. 

For a second, you think you might be asleep still, might be dreaming up the crash of the waves against the wooden hull and the cawing of the gulls perched on the rails. You blink again and again and again, not believing your own eyes.

Her sails are a familiar red and gold. The dragon figurehead on her prow gleams in the sun, reflecting the golden hour light. It looks none the worse for wear, you think with relief. No charring from lightning blots, no new holes from enemy canons. All safe, all in one piece.

Elation fills you as you take in the sight of her, a smile growing on you. On the deck, the sailor are all busy, heaving cargo and exchanging words, but your eyes are drawn to only one person, who’s already focused on you.

Beidou’s forearms are braced on the balustrade, one hand raised in a wave when you catch sight of her. It’s like time stands still— the rush of the waves and the whisper in the wind all falls to background noise when you see her. She leans against her ship with all the confidence in the world, but you can see the springs that coil under her skin, even from so far away. You can read the tension in her limbs from here, how she wants nothing more but to jump from her ship and go to you, swimming against the tides if she must.

You train your gaze on her. Taking her in. Taking in how nothing is separating you two but some water, and not even a mile’s worth of it. In your chest, your heart thrums faster, skin tingling with the urge to reach out and close the distance.

Beidou says something, but her voice doesn’t carry on the wind as well as her whistle had. It’s impossible to hear her, but then she gestures with a pointed thumb and a wide grin to her left, near the shore, where the water mixes in with the sand of Guyun, and where the cranes like to gather to pick at fish and crabs. Without even thinking, just driven on by the beat of your heart, you nod.

Beidou turns around, you presume to yell at her crew to get her a rowboat, and you take off running. Past the crystal flies, past the domain. Your legs burn from exertion and you’re not even sure if you’re breathing right as you navigate out and back onto the beach. And yet, the smile you wear is ecstatic, a happy warmth on your cheeks. You feel like bursting from your seams, the joy and elation warming your blood making you want to yell, to shout, to whoop for joy. 

Your feet skid in the sand when you finally get out and make a sharp turn to the beach. This is where she meets you— where she always meets you, whenever she comes back. Overhead, flecks of dark blue and purple have appeared in the sky, contesting the bright orange hue of the setting sun that’s begun to kiss the surface of the ocean. In the distance, you can see Beidou in her rowboat, steadily making her way closer to you. The sight of her so close sends you into a tizzy, bunching up your stomach and stealing any remaining breath from your lungs. You laugh, shucking off your shoes and tossing your bag somewhere into the sand. The beach is coarse and warm under your bare feet, still fresh from their bath in the sun’s rays. Hastily, you wade into the ocean, carving your way through the water with a splash as you go. 

So close— She’s so close!

“Beidou!” You yell once she’s within earshot. You continue wading through the shallows to meet her, the water up to your knees already. She waves, that smile of hers growing brighter the closer you get.

As impatient as you, she disembarks from the small boat, jumping into the water with a great splash!, uncaring of how her boots and the tail of her outfit are probably soaked. She too cuts through the water, eager to meet you again.

Beidou falls into your open, waiting arms, her own wrapping around you as she buries her nose into your neck. It’s a collision that feels so right, feels so damn familiar, like two puzzle pieces coming together. You breath in the scent of wood and sea from her hair, tightening your arms around her middle. 

“Hey,” Beidou says, breathless, and you melt.

The two of you take a second to breathe in each other’s presence. Beidou’s warmth chases away the longing you had felt in a mere instant. You hold her against you, and she holds you against her, both of you heedless of the water and waves that lap at your legs.

You feel Beidou’s grin on your neck before she pulls away to look you in the eye. Her gaze flits over your face, as if memorizing the sight that she had missed on the open ocean. You press a kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then her lips, where you let the touch linger for a second longer. It’s such a simple gesture, but it has Beidou’s eyes fluttering shut easily. You almost laugh at how relaxed her expression becomes in your arms, when you feel her hands relocate and grip at your sides. There’s a split second for you to catch how her arms flex in anticipation before you’re easily being lifted up. Nothing on Beidou’s face betrays any sort of struggle— if anything, her expression lights up even more. She spins you around in a circle, the wind whipping at the side of your face and drawing happy laughter from both you and her. When you’ve had your fun she slows, gently easing you down until your forehead is pressed against hers, and her breath is mingling with yours.

One of your hands comes up to trace the side of her face, and Beidou easily leans into the touch. “I missed you,” you say, voice quiet.

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.” Her hand cups yours, holding it in place as she leans into your touch. You laugh at the half-apologetic, half-mischievous look she shoots you, her red eyes gleaming in the setting sun. Powerless to how she holds you, how she loves you, you can only shake your head and lean in for another kiss, your breath ghosting against her lips. 

“You say that like I wouldn’t wait forever for you.”

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Last Line Challenge

Tagged by @yuniemaki so let's try this

The boisterous waters beckon:

In the far corner of her mind she feels Ningguang's tail wrap around her legs and then the water reaches her nose, her eye, until they are fully submerged and descending towards the bottomless depths.

And a beiguang week wip bc I like the idea:

Ah, well, she thinks as she holds the door open for Ningguang, I prefer red lipstick on my cheek to a black eye anyway.

Post yours if you like @imhantyumi @xnarja

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Captain Beidou anyone??

#yes #yes mommy #please. captain Beidou yes

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Captain Beidou anyone??

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Now, how do I use this app-? (・・;)ゞ

But um, have a Beidou art for starter?

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Just realized that I forgot to share this here on tumblr, but I recently commissioned @lnbeep-art to draw a scene from the beigguang mermaid AU I’ve been posting over on ao3 ^v^

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Very true

Beidou makes my serotonin go brrrrrrrr