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aruuq · 2 years

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Tracing Special Marks on Their Bodies – Genshin Impact Characters

characters: zhongli, kaeya, xiao x gn!reader

genre & style: mostly fluff + a bit of an angst

word count: 2.5k

notes: it’s one of my older works that i’ve never posted because i’ve been feeling it’s not good enough. yet, i still love this kaeya and i’m really proud of the way i portrayed his personality here, so here ya go

warnings: a bit angsty in kaeya’s part, mention of food

Zhongli; archon marks

It was a really long and tiring day for you. Not particularly because of the amount of work you had to do – loads of papers waiting for you to fulfill them were only the annoying, usual part of it. But the real issue lied in the fact that for the whole day you had to overcome the curiosity that was spitefully eating you up from the inside.

Waiting for your boyfriend to leave the bathroom, you were thinking how you should start the topic. Just by simply asking him without any explanation, you could shock him, but at the same time explaining everything in detail would be too much hassle. You played with the hem of your shirt, laying on your shared bed.

“Do you want something to drink?” You were so lost in the thoughts that you didn’t notice that Zhongli had already come out of the bathroom. His hair was all wet and the towel was grasped by his hand.

“No, actually… Babe, I have a question,” you sat up quickly and turned your body towards the man.

“Yes?” His eyes narrowed a little and head tilted slightly.

“Because… Today I spent the whole day in a library, searching for some stuff with Yanfei and generally doing lots of the papers she commissioned me to. And there was this one book about the law, I can’t remember the name, uhh… nevermind!” You shook your head, slapping your thighs with palms. You weren't sure why you were so stressed. “This book had illustrations. And there was the drawing. The drawing of you. And I was wondering… Even without your Gnosis… Could you, perhaps, still be able to light up your arms?” For the whole time you were speaking, you couldn't look up at him.

For a moment there was a silence between you. Zhongli was truly shocked by your question. You started to think that obsessively long explanation would be better, but then, his low voice reached your ears. “I can try it.”

“Huh?” The high-pitched squeak you made surprised even yourself.

“I said I can try it,” he repeated as he was doing circles with his left arm.

Zhongli sat on the bed right beside you. His eyes were shut, the whole face stoic, as he was focused, flexing and releasing the muscles of his arms. You were sure that you’ve never seen him this concentrated before.

“Okay, are you ready? I think I’ll manage to keep this form for a while.” He asked, stretching his arms out in front of him.

You nodded eagerly, looking forward to what was about to take place. For the first few seconds nothing happened, but suddenly, his skin began to change its colors. Starting with his fingertips, it shifted into a deep-dark color – the same as his hair – and when it reached his shoulders, the golden lines started to emerge. They were glowing brighter than the lamp placed on a small table on your right. It looked so beautiful. So surreal. Without even thinking, you brought your palm and touched your boyfriend’s hands.

“Wow,” you murmured, following with your digits all of the gleaming marks. “And you could do it like that all the time?”

Zhongli chuckled, bending and straightening his fingers that were now in the elegant yellow shade. “Yes. In addition, during a fight, they were appearing on their own.”

“So cool…” You whispered breathlessly, pressing on Zhongli’s flesh. It was much harder now, reminding all the stones and rocks he was telling you about all the time. Emitting the pleasant heat, just like a lightbulb, these marks have found a place in your heart. Ah. Surely, you were the one, to make this activity a part of your night routines from now on.

Kaeya; burnscar

“Uhhhh…” you sighed, leaning your back against the door. Trickles of cold water run down your hair and clothes straight onto an old carpet. “I haven’t had a run for a while, ya know…” Your voice was very breathy, the body nearly collapsing on the ground.

“Yeah. I did not expect it to rain,” Kaeya murmured, unsticking his wet fringe from the forehead. He also was all soaked and cold.

The sun soared in the lower parts of the sky and nothing foreshadowed a drastic change in the weather; yet, the unexpected rain interrupted your cute and lovely picnic date when you least expected it. You left the meadow in a hurry and went straight to your house.

“Gimme a minute. Gonna grab you a towel,” you said as soon as your breathing calmed down, taking off your shoes, while you passed Kaeya and went to the bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable, there’s no one in the house. You can go to my room, it’s the door on your right!” You exclaimed, rummaging through the cabinets.

“Thanks,” you heard his response preceded by a loud squeaking of the hinges.

Rummaging the lockers took you longer than you expected at the beginning. It’s the high time to finally do some cleanups.

“As if out of spite, I couldn’t find any bigger towel, sorry,” murmuring, you enter your room. “I hope this one will be fi-” you cut off as you gulp.

Kaeya’s slender fingers were holding a lamp next to his face, soft light illuminating his handsome face and neck, a little of the brightness reaching his bare chest. You blinked one, two, three times. Maybe you were just seeing things.

“It’s perfect. I’m beholden, my love,” he answered as he laid the lamp on the small bedside table. Now you were sure that you saw it right. Kaeya was standing in your room. Shirtless. Warm light brightening his toned stomach and chest. You swallowed again and the man seemed to notice it. “My apologies, this wet shirt started to annoy me. I hope it doesn’t bother you.”

“Oh… Ohhh, n-no, don’t worry!” You shook your head as soon as you realized that you were shamelessly staring him down the whole time.

But you couldn’t just simply stop looking. Since your relationship was really fresh, it was the first time you saw your boyfriend without any shirt. In addition you were alone in your house. In your room. Next to the bed. The thoughts were just coming into your head by themselves. Or it was something else that caught your attention…

“You have a scar,” you said thoughtlessly, pointing your finger at it just like a child.

“Oh, yeah,” Kaeya seemed more startled than you. “I, indeed, have a scar,” he chuckled, caressing his waist where the scar was located.

“Can I touch it?” Curiosity definitely dimmed your common sense.

“I am surprised by your boldness, but sure,” the moment he says it, his digits take your hand and guide it towards this mark.

Your fingertips touch it. It is uneven, very weird in texture. The area of the healed wound spreads from the left side of his waist, goes towards his heart, overlapping his ribs a little. It’s big. Nuzzling its whole area with your palm, caressing it lightly, you smile.

“Whoah. Being the Cavalry Captain must be harsh if these are the consequences, huh?” You joke, shifting your gaze to Kaeya’s face.

“Yeah. Sometimes you need to fight scary monsters if you want to come out alive at the end of a day,” he smirks, pressing your hand harder into his skin.

“Is it a burn scar? Did you fight a whole herd of pyro slimes? Or a hellhound perhaps?” You continue, hoping the man will tell you the story behind this mark.

“I would rather say it was a phoenix, my love.” He says after a few seconds of consideration. “A very dangerous one, as a matter of fact.” Kaeya was observing you, analyzing your gestures, your behavior, the tone of your voice and the way you were speaking. He seemed so effortlessly focused it was shocking.

“Tell me more,” you whispered, drowning in the warmth of his body. You were freezing and you knew that you should have dried yourselves before starting a conversation, but you were too invested to stop now.

“The wound this scar comes from has been inflicted on me on a very similar day as it is today. Storm was raging outside the windows and lightning cut the sky into halves.”

“This phoenix must have been really skilled if he could harm you. Especially if it was raining like this,” your fingers were still touching this awful mark. It started to be addicting in some way.

“Don’t flatter me so much, I am a human too,” he jokes, finally taking your hand away from his scar, intertwining your fingers.

“So next time take me to one of your fights. I’m sure I will save you,” a very loud thunder deafens your laugh.

“I will. But remember, my love, there are some monsters that you can defeat only by yourself.” He pressed your knuckles against his lips, kissing them softly. “And now you should go and change your clothes. I don’t want you to catch a cold, especially in the middle of summer.”

You nod as you give his cheek a quick peck. You felt as if the man just wanted to stay in your room alone for a bit, but you quickly brushed it off. It was Kaeya after all. Trying to figure his actions out was pointless; when he wanted to hide something, he always succeeded in it. Overthinking it was just meaningless.

You tell him, you will be back in a moment and close the door. Another roar of the storm is heard as Kaeya sits on your bed, touching the mark, knowing perfectly that it will stay there till the day he dies.

Xiao; tattoos

Clatter of dishes, numerous conversations, shuffling shoes and soft music played by a musician passing by – the sounds were filling the small dining room of the Wangshu Inn. It was a very busy day for the personnel and you and your boyfriend were waiting for a long time for your meal. It was understandable so you two tried not to complain and enjoy your day off – but it started to be harder with the amount of people bumping by accident into your table, the loud laughter of the drunkards reaching your ears and random guests asking you if they could sit with you, because there’s no empty seats left. You were a bit lucky anyway, because your desk was placed on the terrace, next to the railing, so it wasn’t the most crowded place in the whole restaurant.

“We should leave,” Xiao complained, slouching in his seat. He didn’t try to hide how uncomfortable he felt because of the hordes of people around him.

“Not until we eat. I’m hungry,” you murmured, tapping with matching fingers each of the Yaksha’s knuckles. “Maybe you don’t have to eat very often, but I have to. And I listen to my body that is craving for a one, single juicy meal,” you joke, pinching his nose.

“Fine.” he muttered under his breath, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow on the surface of the table. “But all these mortals around…”

“You need to get used to this. We must catch up with your two thousand years of inexperience!” You looked around, hoping a waiter was somewhere to be seen with your meals.

“Mmmmhmm…” he grunted, following with his pupils the motion of your hand.

Your fingers were wandering all over the top of his palm, tickling his not used to most sort of touches skin, causing his cheek to heat up. He was fine with your acts of tenderness when you were alone – at least he tried to be. But in public it was a totally different topic. Xiao felt bashful.

Lost in his thoughts, he started to move with his hand, testing if you would notice his small movements. It wasn’t really much. But he still tried to be more welcoming and open to your acts of kindness. It was really important to him that he was conveying your feelings in his own way.

“Ohh! Y/N!” The sudden shout made Xiao shudder. The man freed his hand from your grip and sat up straight, looking in the crowd for the person who said your precious name.

“Oh Archons, hi! C’mere!” You shout, waving in a direction from which the voice came from.

Xiao was even more confused when a boy he’s never seen before approached you two and immediately hugged you. His eyes widened and muscles tensed.

“Xiao! I think you’ve never had the occasion to meet. This is my friend I worked with for a long time in the Adventurer’s Guild,” you smile, leading Yaksha’s palm to shake the boy’s hand. “And this is my beloved boyfriend, Xiao,” you pull his arm, hugging it tightly to your chest.

Oh, what a tragic but alluring way to end a life. Xiao felt as if his heart was about to leave his chest, pounding so hard and so loud. He was a blushing mess. His ears were deaf for your words; he was just tracking the motion of your lips that seemed to be casting a whole bunch of spells, incomprehensible for his fuzzy brain.

While your left forearm was holding his right arm hostage, your right hand was doing all sorts of bad things. Fingers wandering around his tattoo, tickling his nerves and making him melt in the caress. It was embarrassing. The way Xiao reacted to your touch, to your sly fingertips, trailing the green marks. But he knew that he couldn’t resist that so he just tried to enjoy this moment.

It was a bit ironic. The gentle way you were treating the marks that spoke about his past, his origin and the true form that he abandoned a long time ago. They were all soaked with guilt, the weight of his sins deeply rooted in them, weighting on his shoulder. Yet you still acted as if they were his dear treasure, stroking them and playing unwittingly with their shape, admiring their beauty. You changed his point of view of them; made him even be proud of them in some way. Nevertheless sometimes you seemed to like them a little too much, making your boyfriend all flushed due to your actions.

“What?” You smile, raising an eyebrow. Xiao’s been staring at you without a word for way too many seconds after your friend left. “Why are you looking at me like that? You didn’t like him?”

“You’re a hassle,” he stuttered, standing up. “No respect for Adepti.”

“Where’re you going?” You knew that you should be more concerned, based on the fact that your boyfriend was crouching on the railing, but the obvious flustered look and a terrible blush on his cheeks told you everything you had to know. He started rubbing his arm furiously all over his tattoo, trying to get rid of this addictive and lingering feeling of your touch on his skin.

“Yaksha’s duty calls.” He turns away and jumps off the building.

You just laugh, placing your hands over your mouth in a tube. “I’ll take your portion of almond tofu to our room!”

Sometimes Xiao acts like a shy teenager in love.

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heartuditu · 4 years

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Hello! Old follower here just checking in. I've noticed you're on a hiatus and I was just wondering of when you think you'll come back? I would really really miss this blog :((, (but you taking a break is more important than anything <3)

Ahh thank you so much for cheking up on me!!! ;0;; dshjfkf <3 <3

First of all, I’m really really sorry for the inactivity! ;0;

And now, because of personal issues, I’ve decided to move all activity (posts, reblogs, requests, chuchuchu) to the summertimes.

BUTTTT i will be checking and answering my inbox daily hehe ( because i love y’all people ;3;). So please feel free to drop a message for lil ol me anytime!! ^0^

Thank you again for following and supporting the development of heartuditu! Pls take care and have a nice day <33

#now if you'll excuse me #i will now write a letter in the tags dedicated to my past self:#UYY PAST ARUU IM SO SORRYY TALAGA FOR HOW IM HANDLING THIS BLOGGG ;O;;;#im also dissapointed sa sarili ko ;-;;#i kno this isnt what u want future u to be like #pero yeahh babawi tlga ako #for the both of us ;-;#and for future aru too #hang in there lng for now okieee ;-;

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aruuspewswords · 6 years

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Me before I stopped writing for a year and a half: I'm a fantastic writer! =D

Me after writing for the first time in a year and a half: I'm a terrible writer why did I ever start up again? =(

Me a week and a half later: I'm a fantastic writer! =D

#ARUU IN REAL LIFE #I'm finally able to write again and dear god how I've missed this...#even the editing is fun now!!

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kallikrein · 2 years

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Spread love today!!! Tag your favorite writers (close or not close) and say whats your personal favorite fics/hcs from them ❀

hello, nonnie! tysm for this ask! i love showcasing my fave works ehehe. i’m just gonna list the fics that made a huge impact on me, so…

@/manjikkai (@/schiros)

crushing on their new employee ft. pet shop trio — my first anon request ever. i had to contain my squeals bcos reiny noticed my ask and wrote the whole thing so adorably <3

i wouldn’t change a thing about you ft. wakasa — a comfort fic i hold the most dear to my heart. i always read this whenever i feel burnt out from work, life in general. so much that i had to beg for a personal copy ahaha it’s that painful and at the same time comforting.

i still have her other fics in mind but i forgot their titles. like the mikey’s s/o dying instead of emma, the izana confession, the shinichiro angst. there are so many, help.

@sugokawata

childhood friends ft. kawata twins — my anon request too! love how i requested it before i went to bed and sugo posted it already when i woke up. i felt so happy when i read it the first time!

@inupibaldspot

there are a lot of eve’s works that i love, so i won’t try to describe each and every one of them. they are all amazing!

hand prompt ft. shinichiro, our snowfall ft. baji, divine ft. mikey, five things i hate about him ft. chifuyu, please come back + only you ft. kakucho, deja vu ft. takemichi.

let’s not fall in love, forehead kisses and cuddles prompt, aphrodite, reel in a reaction ft. wakasa.

@haruchyio

another favorite writer of mine, and i extremely look up to her writings. sennie is the goat!!

tokyo manji daycare hcs, falling for their fwb hcs, dreaming of their s/o cheating even though they’re not in a relationship hcs, how they describe what falling in love is like, things he does during a video call with you.

@sukirichi

basically all of her tokrev works. especially the bonten!husbands executives. they are so good <3

@wwintersun

i just love how fluffy zu's fics are. it feels so nice and warm, and such good reads! her tokrev characterizations are on point.

tokrev as fantasy boy aus part one + part two, in which you kabedon chifuyu, in which rindou proposes to you while you’re asleep.

@tokyo-fukushu

I HAVE A TON OF FAVORITES FROM LOU. I'LL JUST PUT HER WHOLE ASS MASTERLIST HERE HAHAHA. ALL OF HER WRITINGS ARE A MUST-READ FOR A TOKREV FAN.

@lostinthe-jojos

i am still not forgiving itzel /j for writing that wakasa drabble and it's dedicated for me — me. lord knows how i went crazy after reading that goodie.

watching cartoons with their kids ft. shinichiro and wakasa, being his girlfriend ft. wakasa.

@kuroiza

semmie isn't writing for tokrev anymore, but her vibes always make me feel cozy. and the way my fave fic from her still lives in my mind rent-free is quite shocking to me.

can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a while ft. ran.

@nameless-shrimp

chasing cars ft. baji. a rollercoaster ride of a fic. so fluffy, and i'm really blown away with shrimp's writing style and rich vocabulary! i really love this one!!

@firstdivision

asap ft. wakasa. this smutty one-shot changed my life. i became the feral princess that i truly am knowing i have no contact of wakasa irl. sobs.

@marism

with my headphones on ft. wakasa. me and mochi always go back to this one, and when i say we go wild every time we speak of it... we go W I L D.

@aruuq

i remember reading aruu's works in one seating and i must say i had a really good time going through them!

pocky day hcs, gifts hcs, drinking with tokrev boys hcs, christmas at the sanos.

@awkwardly-monmon

i'm gonna be honest. one of the best wakasa writers in the whole fandom is right here. i always look out for monmon’s new wakasa content because she never fails to give me amazing stuff. i am well-fed every time i read her writings, so i'm just gonna put her imaushi wakasa masterlist because it is everything to me.

also @mochi-coffee's writings... drabbles, blurbs, even her tags on her reblogs. need i say more lololol. her roommate!wakasa headcanon is the best thing to ever happen, please. and just look at her influencing everyone to write for roomie waka ;-; i don't honestly know if we're being blessed or cursed because every roomie waka fic out there is so goooood. but you don't really see me complaining hsdfsjdahfg i love her blog so much <3

ps. i still have a lot of favorites from other writers, but these are the only ones that i can think of the top of my head. sorry for missing out some masterpieces! ;-;

#[ 💌 ] — from anon

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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Hey, it’s me, Aruu, your future wife (bold of me to assume that lolol), I’m drunk and I wanted to say that you carry this fandom on your shoulders. I love your writing style. You are the most precious human being I know. Lots of kisses and love 💕🖤💖

Future wife? Aruu you are my wife. Also you got me blushing in this Trader Joe’s😳 love youuuu

#author talk

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viterbofangirl · 3 years

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first line meme!

@fallynleaf said in her post to consider myself tagged, so I’m happily indulging in this lil’ ego boost! Thanks for the opportunity, m’dear! ^_~

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

NB- These are all unfinished and unposted WIPs. It behooves me to note that some of these are not at all recent. However, they ARE fics that have “first lines” at all, which is not necessarily a given as my Creative Muse is obnoxiously nonlinear in her inspirations.

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1- The Gray Ghost had suffered some engine trouble somewhere on Interstate 65, so Mom and Dad hadn’t managed to make it to Chuck’s wedding. (Early Edition: ”Belly Up to the Bar”, a canon-compliant continuation of the episode “Occasionally Amber”, Gary/Toni except kinda not really because she’s totally pissed)

2- Oracle, Texas. 1878. A gnarled husk of a town still trying to deny that its glory days are past. (”Gunslinger”, my serious treatment/retelling of the Roger Corman western)

3- The gate clanged shut behind him, and Meng Yao took a deep, steadying breath. (MDZS: ”Leverage”, an Untamed AU based on inspired by pretty much continuing @littlesmartart‘s brilliant setup and concept)

4- Many, many nights would Jiang Cheng lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling and pondering the razor’s edge of chance he’d toed. (MDZS: an Untamed chengqing fic set post-canon, current working title is “Second Chances” but I don’t like it)

5- Napoleon Solo flipped though an outdated magazine with little real interest as he lounged in one of the chairs lining the lobby of the car rental establishment. (TMFU (2015): ”Girls Just Want to Have Fun”, a fic set in my “Eight Strapping Daughters” universe where it is currently 1987 and Gaby and Illya have had eight daughters, any of whom are capable of taking over the world... and all of whom are about to spend the day at a shopping mall)

6- He felt the phone vibrating in his pocket. (Sailor Moon: ”Moon Revenge”, a Minako/Kunzite bodyguard AU)

7- The Moon was visiting Earth. (Sailor Moon: ”No Miracle for the Likes of Us”- another working title- which is Venus/Kunzite-centric exploration of the end of the Silver Millenium)

8- Chibi-Usa hasn’t stayed very long after Helios departed. (Sailor Moon: ”Rebirth AU”- you guessed it... working title- a Minako/Kunzite-heavy-but-not-exclusive AU that deviates from the manga/SM Crystal canon after the end of the Dead Moon Circus arc where the Shitennou are revived and the events of Star never occur)

9- Monday, 7:00 AM: Alarm goes off.

Monday, 7:00:08 AM: Alarm thrown across room. (Sailor Moon: “Codename: Teen Idol ‘Dite”, a side arc set in the above AU where, lacking any catastrophic galactic conflicts to fight against, Minako is going out of her mind with boredom and takes an undercover job as an idol as part of a police/Interpol sting operation)

10- Normally, Salazar Slytherin took great pride in his self-control. (Harry Potter: ”Release”, a short Hogwarts founders one-shot involving a maddening magical construction project and a sudden bout of swearing)

11- It was the first truly warm day since winter had broken, and Salazar Slytherin wandered the grounds with no purpose or destination in mind, simply basking in the sunlight until he began to feel the chill of the dungeons recede from his bones. (Harry Potter: ”And Treat Them All the Same”, a Hogwarts founders story about Helga Hufflepuff’s background and why she feels very strongly about equal treatment)

12- Salazar Slytherin stared at the wardrobe for another minute before finally deciding to throw another fur over his fur-lined cloak, leather jerkin, and wool tunic. (Harry Potter: another one-shot Hogwarts founders fic with a teeny bit of Helgazar where the very cold-blooded Slytherin has to deal with a snowball fight, currently but not definitively titled “Snow Day”)

13- As the sun disappeared beneath the horizon, Brooklyn burst through the thin stone crust encasing him, his awakening roar shifting into a yawn as he stared blearily at the skyline and tried to remember what century he was in. (Gargoyles: ”Return of the Time Dancer”, Brooklyn’s return to New York- family in tow- after his Phoenix Gate adventures)

14- The couple breaking their fast that morning were strikingly handsome, if perhaps past the most fashionable age. (The Scarlet Pimpernel, Pride and Prejudice: “Scarlet Impressions”, a crossover fic that pretty much unfolded itself when I a) crunched numbers regarding the dates and years of respective storylines and b) realized that while Lizzy and Marguerite would get on like a house on fire, Darcy’s only possible reaction to Sir Percy would be unmitigated horror poorly repressed due to the latter’s much higher social standing)

15- Paris really was lovely this time of year. (MCU: “Threads and Patches: Part One”, first part of a three-part Clintasha AU set after the events of Civil War and most emphatically *not* farm-family friendly)

16- The briny air filled her lungs to bursting, but she continued to draw in breath until it hurt. (Highlander the Series: “The Mad Viking Saga”... because, frankly, EVERYONE should have an Immortal™ self-insert character and I refuse to apologize or feel ashamed of mine)

17- “Your Highness? The oracle is here.” (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas: “Sinbad and the Garden of the Hesperides” a sequel to the animated movie that actually should be titled “Proteus and the etc., etc.” bc it’s mostly about him and giving him the ending I think he deserves, a.k.a. an OC love interest and a chance for adventure while on a quest to save his city from a plague)

18- Bare feet pounded on the hot, rough pavement as Sinbad dashed around another tight corner. (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas: “Fast Friends”, an eight-chapter prequel telling the story of how Sinbad and Proteus met and grew up together, wherein each chapter progresses with each year they know each other from when they meet to when Sinbad leaves)

19- Reed was well-known as your stereotypical absent-minded professor. (Fantastic Four: “Shut Up and Dance With Me”, a Reed/Sue fluffy one shot where Reed is adorable because fight me)

20- The spaceport on Aruus Minor reeked of fuel, welding torches, and sweaty coveralls, but it was a welcome change from the recycled air of the Lambda shuttle. (Star Wars Legends Expanded Universe (BITE ME DISNEY): “Everything Unsaid”, a Luke/Mara chance encounter set during the we-share-an-unbearable-degree-of-compatibility-to-say-nothing-of-the-overwhelming-sexual-tension-but-both-of-our-lives-are-kind-of-a-mess-and-neither-of-us-feels-ready-to-deal-with-our-feelings-for-each-other-so-we’ve-individually-decided-to-just-ignore-said-feelings-while-simultaneously-being-drawn-to-each-other-whenever-we’re-so-much-as-in-the-same-fucking-hemisphere years)

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WHEW! Well, it sure was fun to tease all my followers with a taste of fics that will neverrr be finished! As far as patterns go, seems I tend to prefer either set-up paragraphs or punchy one-to-three-liners intended to trick intrigue people into reading further. My favorite is definitely #9. It’s a diary/log of Minako’s day, and her POV is hilarious and sooooo much fun to write like that!

Anyone who wishes to participate should consider themselves tagged, and PLEASE TAG ME IF YOU DECIDE TO PARTICIPATE!

#fanfic #WIPs #mod's stuff #viterbofangirl thinks she can write #asks #my stuff

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theartofthewitch · 4 years

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Magic, Pharaonic Egypt - Katharina Zinn. Overview + notes

- Today, we conceptualise of magic and religion as opposites. The closest they come to unity is the idea that magic can be considered an early, or rather primitive, form of religion.

- Magic refers to the supernatural or demonic, never the divine.

- Ancient Egyptians did not consider magic a black art or sorcery that conflicted with the purity of religion. Rather, they considered them (topics such as religion, magic, the sciences, such as medicine) inherently intertwined. There is an overlap between the Egyptian concept of a priest and a 'magus' (source: magic, Greece and Rome). Historically, Western scholars have struggled to recognise and respect this.

- Magic was an important part of general Egyptian thinking and was a regular part of religion at all levels of society. The native term heka refers to a 'cosmic and divine power existing as a force in the universe, personified as the male anthropomorphic god Heka'. The concept of heka and the God Heka date back to the 5th Dynasty, in the funerary temple of Sahure.

Magic is considered to be the power of divinity. The term akhw refers to performative character of heka. Basically, this is when heka is channelled in order to change reality. 'You're fired!' is a performative utterance, because it describes reality, but also changes it by being said. 'I now pronounce you husband and wife' is another example, if uttered in the correct legal capacity. Similarly, the performative character of heka would be audibly speaking spells, in which your words change reality simply by being spoken.

- Magic existed from the first moments of creation. Heka (the deity) could be seen as one of the creator gods. Alternatively, heka was conceived by the creator god's heart at the beginning of time, and thereby allowed him to start the creation process.

- Heka appeared before Re-Atum, the creator god. Magic predates the cosmos and the gods.

- [ in the 'instruction for King Merikare'], ‘heka is described as given by the creator god to mankind to help fight off enemies and preserve their existence'. Magic is considered by some to be a defensive measure, following this logic. However, heka was also considered to have destructive potential. It was considered necessary to drive heka out of patients' bodies in order for them to recover.

- Originally, Heka (the deity) may have been as the lord of kas. Kas = the life-force belonging to each person from birth.

Quick segue:

THE FIVE PARTS OF THE BODY, as believed by ancient Egyptians (spellings vary in English translations):

- Ba - personality, or soul. What makes a person unique. it is mainly active in the afterlife. Heka was the creator's Ba.

- Ren - the name given to a person at birth, the identity of the person. They continue to exist after death as long as this name is remembered. This is why names of notable figures were often frequently used in writing - they wanted to be remembered.

- Ka - the life force. This leaves the body when it dies. it can be used to power spells, but the results can be deadly.

- Ib - the heart, the record of good and bad deeds. It is weighed against the feather of truth. if it passes - the spirit is blessed with Aruu (Egyptian paradise). If it failed, the heart would be eaten by Ammit.

- Sheut - the shadow. the silhouette of the body, a back up copy. it can be used to perform shadow execration - ie a god's shadow is destroyed, and thereby destroys the god.

- Heka was considered the mightiest of all the Gods. "Down, you who have come afterward. I am Heka." A sentiment i personally echo with regards to all my exes’ new hoes. Heka was considered to have power over other gods, and they feared him. All deities or kings had their own heka, seen as a creative power and as much a part of them as their name or body.

Heka is not in opposition to ancient Egyptian religion. the name Heka derives from hwj-ka, meaning 'the one who consecrates spirits/imagery'. Basically, the one who makes things sacred. heka is the ESSENCE of religion and animates every aspect of it. all rituals, cult activities, knowledge, and wisdom are ultimately based on heka. in the Westcar Papyrus (ancient text containing stories about miracles performed by priests and magicians. once again they are associated) religious healing is inherently magic, as severed heads are repaired and injured animals returned to life.

- literacy was a privilege of the elite, and by extension so were access to magical texts. Therefore magic could not have broadly existed outside the elite, and by extension orthodox religion. (i don't know if i agree with this. one, rich people are crazy and would absolutely summon demons. two, word of mouth has always existed. three, poor people always find shit out. servants in houses etc. this seems too neat and generalised to ring true).

- priests acted locally as magicians when off-duty. therefore, public and religious ceremonies were essentially the same as private magical practice, and even performed by the same people. (although again, let's credit people with having Range).

Sekhmet, 'the female powerful one', a lion-headed goddess, represented magic in medicine. Amulets of health were considered preventative medicine.

Magic in ancient Egypt involved what would today be considered both black and white magic. Essentially the only trial of sorcery in ancient Egypt involved a conspiracy against Ramses III. one of the conspirators (in a harem conspiracy - they were women?) had access to a dark magic text that belonged to the king. the description is not at all clear, but the text supposedly described ways to 'enfeeble the limbs of men', seemingly through the use of wax figures (what we would today consider voodoo dolls).

Coffin Texts is a collection of funerary spells written on coffins. some speak of 'evil' magic, from the perspective of the deceased, who want to escape the harm of the underworld demons after they refuse to obey these demons.

- amulets and jewellery made in the shape of these amulets attracted powerful forces, to give good luck and assistance.

MAGIC WAS CONSIDERED A SOLUTION TO:

- fertility problems

- medicine

- cursing gods (!) , men, enemies, demons

- unrequited loves (love charms have always been popular, in seemingly every culture. Was this about real love or securing a husband? But men used them too! on women!)

-warning off snakes

- fending off the dangerous dead

- ensuring the safety of dead loved ones

MAGICAL PRACTICES:

- circumambulation - the act of moving around a sacred object or idol.

- spitting

- blowing

- licking

- swallowing

- use of images

- superposition (?? on top of each other? several things together? i have no idea what is implied by this)

- trampling

- binding

- breaking

- burning

- use of colours (esp red or gold)

- use of sand

- numerology (a relationship between a number and coinciding events that is divine or mystical. bad things come in threes? or like, the forever 27 club? could be many things, but this is still a prevalent idea today).

- piercing

- burial

- oracular consultation (asking an oracle?)

THEY HAD A LOT, this is by no means exhaustive. once again, spirituality affected every aspect of life.

Magic bricks, made of unbaked mud and containing amulets, were placed in tombs during the New Kingdom to protect the dead from enemies of Osiris. For the royals, magical figurines of protective deities were added. they would be sent by Osiris to help and protect the king on his journey to the afterlife.

the Egyptians called oracles the 'miracle' (bjajt). this field was fuelled by heka. An example of this would be the petitioning of the gods. During festivals (from the time of the New Kingdom and onwards) common people could ask oracles questions about their fate or seek advice on decisions they were facing. The oracles replies were written down and rolled up to be worn as amulets. (there must have been LOTS of oracles. not considered rare or mystified as it is today)

Serpent wands were believed to ward off bad luck (ie they had apotropaic powers). they are on display in many western museums (which is frankly a disgrace). they were found as part of funerary equipment.

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moonlights0nata · 6 years

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91 with Saito/Enzan? :3c

WRITING PROMPTS (Always accepting tbh)

91. “Can I hold your hand?”

@aruuspewswords

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE FOREVER !?!?!? askld but here is The Fluff tm i was getting cavities writing it. thank you sm for the prompt aruu !!!

“Can—Can I hold your hand?” It was blurted quickly, starting low and ending in a small, nervous squeak. It startled Enzan for a moment as he glanced back at Saito, pausing the hand that had been signing documents. Saito's face was flushed, his lips slightly pursed and with the smallest of frowns in his face. He wasn't looking at Enzan but his eyes flickered from the floor to his other hand where it rested idly on the table.

It was odd to see Saito so downright nervous. He'd seemed like a shy kid, back when they'd met, but Enzan was quickly proved wrong. He was stubborn much like his brother, and he was sure not afraid to speak up and scold him. He'd always been open with his affection, so Enzan was still a little thrown off when he became this flustered.

But he reminded himself, they were both new to this sort of affection. To that kind of love that made your skin feel tingly, to feel like there were butterflies dancing in your stomach, to pay attention to things you wouldn't have before. It was still too new, too fresh, too innocent, for them to be used to it.

Enzan swallowed, feeling his own face get warm. “Y—Yeah.”

Saito finally looked up at him, eyes wide as they meet his, before offering a shy smile. He slowly rose his hand and slid it across the table, finding Enzan’s idle hand and intertwining their fingers together. The contact made Enzan’s skin tingle, like an electric shock spreading from the tips of his fingers to his toes. It was such a small gesture but one that made him stupidly happy, lips curling in a smile a he squeezed back and tried to focus back on his documents.

‘ Tried ’ being keyword here, because his mind could only focus in the way that, after a moment, Saito began to run his thumb along the back of his hand, slow and contemplative, and he could hear him faintly humming something. He couldn’t help stealing a glance at his side to see the boy leaning his cheek on his other hand, smiling at their connected hands. It made Enzan’s insides feel warmth, and he could only wonder what he did to have all that affection in Saito’s eyes directed at him, with that look that made Enzan feel he could melt or catch on fire on the spot.

“Sorry, am I distracting you?” Saito’s voice made him startle, realizing he’d been staring and Saito’s gaze had moved to him. He’s not sure why the boy is apologizing when there’s mirth in his smile. Enzan huffed, quickly turning back to his papers.

“It’s fine.”

He willed himself to focus, putting one document aside and going to read the next. He managed not to get too distracted by Saito��s humming and the way his thumb keeps caressing his hand.

They settled on like this for a few moments, and Enzan had never felt so much calm while signing and reading documents. He was much slower at it than usual, but he found he didn’t really mind, not right now.

He’s not sure how much time went by, only a few minutes he thought, before he felt Saito lightly squeezing his hand to get his attention. Enzan hummed, indicating he was listening.

“You should take a break. Your eyes are going to fall off from reading all those tiny letters.”

“I don’t want to hear that from you when you spend hours in front of your laptop. I’ve found you in the same position after three hours went by, reading the same code.” Out of the corner of his eye he could see Saito lift his head, open his mouth to protest and effectively close it, resting his cheek back on his hand. Enzan snorted. “ Touché .”

“ Still .” Saito insisted and Enzan was sure the boy was pouting without having to look.

He sighed and after a pause, put the pen down. “...Alright. A short break is in order, I suppose.”

When he turned to Saito, he was giving him one of his soft pleased smiles, scooting a little closer. “Good.” His eyes wandered over to his newly free hand before he reached for it with his own, Enzan meeting him halfway and letting Saito hold both of his hands in his. His heart felt warm at the sound of Saito’s quiet giggling, eyes creased as he grins, hands resting together in the space between them. Enzan couldn’t deny he liked the way Saito’s thumb kept massaging over his knuckles and he found his eyes fixed on the motion for a second.

He’s completely caught off guard when Saito brought both his hands up to his lips and kissed the back of them. Enzan made a small startled noise, heart rate picking up.

“I…” Saito lowered his hands from his lips and held them together close to his chest as he looked up at him again, eyes as bright as his smile. “I really, really like you, Enzan.”

As soon as the words were out both of their faces turned a deep scarlet and Saito was unable to maintain the eye contact for much longer, eyes flickering to the side, bashful but still smiling. Enzan swallowed, exhaled, before scooting closer with his chair, making Saito look up. Enzan’s face was a mix of amusement and embarrassment of his own.

“I don’t know how you can do and say the most up front things without blinking.” He arched an eyebrow. “And yet be embarrassed about it a second later.”

Saito puffed his cheeks. “I can’t help it !” He fiddled with Enzan’s hands still in his, nervous. “I lose my train of thought and just blurt the first thing that comes out. It’s all your fault.”

Enzan smirked.”So I distract you?”

“ Yeah .” Saito frowned, trying to glare but looking far too harmless when his face was that red. Enzan chuckled.

“I take responsibility for that, then.” In a surge of courage he leant down and pressed a kiss right between Saito’s furrowed brows, making him squeak and relax his frown.“You should take responsibility too, for trying to keep me from my work.”

“I have no idea what you accuse me of.” Saito giggled. “I asked if I could hold your hand and you said yes. You brought this upon yourself.”

Enzan sighed, shaking his head. He couldn’t deny that. “... Perhaps .” He leaned down against, bumping his forehead against Saito’s.

Saito peered up at him, a small smile on his lips. Enzan paused, hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Saito.”

“Hm?”

A small intake of air. He closed his eyes. “...I...am very fond of you, too.”

There’s a pause. Then soft laughter. Enzan opened his eyes, scowling at Saito. That made his laughter cease, a little, but he still had a big grin stuck on his face.

“Just--Just say you like me, you dork.”

Enzan rolled his eyes. “My wording is what’s funny to you?”

“Sorry, sorry.” He sighed, gaze impossibly affectionate. “Don’t be mad. I’m...very, very fond of you too, I swear.” There was amusement in his voice but he knew Saito meant that. “C’mon, stop looking grumpy--” Saito nuzzled his nose against his and Enzan huffed out a laugh.

“Hey--Ah, jeez--” He ended up nuzzling him back, making Saito chuckle in delight. Enzan couldn’t believe this; he was so weak for this boy, for this softness, for the little tingles in his skin and the fluttering in his chest. He’d been drawn in by Saito’s gravity and he didn’t think he could pull away from it anymore.

“Come on--” Saito stood up, letting go off one of his hands and pulling him up. “Let’s go get something to drink.”

Enzan nodded, letting Saito drag him along for a moment before he stepped up to match his pace, squeezing his hand and receiving a squeeze back.

Maybe he couldn’t pull away anymore but, frankly, Enzan didn’t even want to let go now.

#ask #answered #rockman.exe #enzai #sonny writes #aruuspewswords #this is pure fluff and i love it lol #these two....smh

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aruuq · 2 years

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What is your favorite AU? I really like the colleague one and I don’t even know why; not proofread, not sfw content here

Zhongli tightens his grip, digging his long fingers harshly in the flesh of your thigh after it has started to slide off his shoulder. “Mmhm-mh, and what is the answer, my love?” The man doesn’t even dare to look at you, his eyelids shut as his voice muffles through your overstimulated cunt, puffy folds glistening in your slick, painting your whole pussy ‘n dripping down from Zhongli’s chin. The two of his fingers slide in and out your needy hole, fingertips brushing against the velvety walls with the perfect pressure, hitting all of the best spots, while the squelching noise fills the room. Your voice’s weak as you answer, book slipping from between your fingers, white fog blinding your vision when you hit yet another climax this evening with a prolonged moan. “I don’t think it was a correct answer. Dontcha want to pass this exam?” His lips overlap your clit, as he starts sucking on it delightfully, nails leaving precious marks on your thigh. You nod, biting on your lower lip, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “Well then, I would rather explain it to you again, shall I?” Zhongli murmurs, digging the third finger into your pulsing cunt, and your loud whimper acts as a sweet approval.

#!aruu writes #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #rex lapis x reader #morax x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #zhongli smut #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin headcanons #genshin hcs #zhongli imagines #zhongli drabbles #zhongli headcanons #genshin scenarios #zhongli scenarios

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thespearnews-blog · 7 years

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Nambooze to Mao: Stop mocking FDC on Kyadondo East loss

New Post has been published on https://thespearnews.com/2017/07/05/nambooze-mao-stop-mocking-fdc-kyadondo-east-loss/

Nambooze to Mao: Stop mocking FDC on Kyadondo East loss

By Spear Team

Mukono municipality MP Betty Nambooze Bakireke has lambasted the Democratic Party President Norbert Mao for attacking opposition leaders in his opinion that was published in the Sunday Monitor. Tilted, ‘how the mighty fall: Bobi Wine’s displacement factor in Kyadondo,’

Mao said that Bobi Wine had dived into the old boy’s political pool and managed to displace those who had grown complacent and turned the political pool into their exclusive habitat.

“I don’t know why Mao is celebrating because he has failed the Democratic Party. In all the past by elections DP has had a candidate in only Aruu County and our candidate Bernard Orlogy Obina came third with 411 votes less than what he had achieved at first,” said Nambooze

She adds that DP has failed to field candidates in Kamuli, Toroma, Kagoma and in Karamoja which is an indication that even the few party structures that they had are dying and the party is headed for doom has been no person has been interested in being DP flag bearers.

Before Mao starts attacking other politicians, Nambooze says, he should first make DP relevant and not to join “the bandwagon of NRM by jubilating Bobi wine win as a loss for the opposition.”

She adds that after Mao killing DP, he now wants to see other parties fail too, that is why he is jubilating after FDC lost in Kyadondo.

“Mao needs to be reminded that the newly elected MP Kyagulanyi Ssentamu is more close to Besigye than he is to him [Mao] He openly testifies that he (Mao) asked Bobi Wine to stand on the DP ticket but he declined.

It is this that forced him to transfer the card to Lillian Kamoome and later she withdrew from the race, Mao is on record promising that within 24 we will communicate which candidate DP is backing but he never did so.”, Nambooze added

She wondered where Mao gets the authority to make fun of FDC if his candidate couldn’t complete the race.

“Sowed Kayongo who was an independent managed to finish the race and this in an insult to the Democratic Party and proves we need to make it great again,”

When contacted, Mao said he had no comment.

“What run in Monitor is my opinion and I stand by it, if she feels that she has issues that she doesn’t agree to let her write back,” he said.

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aruuspewswords · 6 years

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I've been reading too much YA lately, it's bleeding into my own writing. Like, I'm writing things in 1st person POV and like??? I've never even liked that POV. But like literally 90% of YA is in 1st person and I'm just... In that zone OTZ Fanfiction is generally a 3rd person venue, heck I don't even bother with 1st person in fanfic, and yet everything that's coming out my fingers is in 1st and... IDK, writing is weird.

#Aruu in real life #i don't even know #writing is hard #also i love ya don't get me wrong #it's just that I've read ten books this year and they've all been in 1st person and happened to be ya

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aruuq · 2 years

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[9:21 PM] – Mitsuya Takashi

After today’s chapter the only thing I want to do is to take care of Mitsuya... not proofread; tokrev manga spoilers are implied

“Baby...” You say quietly, the noise of aggressive scribbling and folding paper acts as a greeting after you close the door behind you. “Hey, baby.” You shake the boy’s arm and he turns his head towards you, tired eyes with big eyebags underneath looking at you with pure confusion.

“Huh? It’s you, gorgeous. I thought... I thought you were maybe... nevermind.” Mitsuya scratches his cheek, itchy from the sparse facial hair scattered on his features. “What’s going on, love?”

You sigh. “You have to stop this.” Your voice is still soft, yet it still sounds like an order.

His irises seem to twitch, no light reflected in the silver surface. “W-what?” Mitsuya stutters, furrowing his eyebrows. “What do you mean that I have to stop?” He takes a defensive stance, his shoulders pushed back, fingers clenching on the stained material of his trousers.

“Takashi, baby...” You exhale, gripping his collar and straightening the wrinkles. “I’m worried.” Your fingertips gently caress his cheekbone, the other hand tucking lilac strands behind his ear. “You look half-dead.” With soft strokes of the thumb you wipe lashes along with crumbs of food out of the boy’s face. “I know you said you know what you’re doing, but...”

“Y/N.” Mitsuya says firmly, his hand stopping your wrist from making any further movements. “I’m doing it for myself, for my future, for, for everything...” He closes the tired eyelids for a few seconds, the only sound in the room being the flickering lightbulb. “I’m doing it for him.”

“But that’s not what he wanted–“

“Enough.” Mitsuya cuts you off, turning around on the swivel chair, trembling fingers catching a short pencil.

You could leave him. You could just go away but you knew for a fact it wouldn’t change a damn thing. So instead of trying to convince your boyfriend to listen to you, you force him to. “No.” With a hard pull you make Mitsuya face you again, your palm immediately grasping his jaw, making him look at you. “I’m not gonna leave you, you dummy.”

You grasp his arm and pull his body into your warm embrace, one of your hands stroking his tangles, the other on his back, making sure he’s not gonna withdraw from the hug. “We’re going to the bathroom. We will shave the hair on your face, brush your teeth, wash your hair,” you explain your plans slowly. “Then we will go to the kitchen, and you’re gonna drink some tea as I make you food. And then, you’re going straight to bed. I can read you a book if it will help you with falling asleep. I can stay all night by your side. If you don’t want to take care of yourself, let me do it for you.”

Mitsuya’s lower lip is trembling, his palms clenching desperately on the material of your shirt. “But–”

“No buts.” You shush him, leaving a few quick pecks along his shoulder. “We’re gonna live through this together, okay?”

Mitsuya nods, tears flooding from his sad eyes. When he forgets about the whole world, you are here for him, always ready to act as his paradise.

#!aruu writes #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #tokrev fluff #tokrev drabbles #tokrev hcs #tokrev imagines #tokrev headcanons #tokrev x you #tokrev scecnarios #tokrev fanfiction #mitsuya imagines #mitsuya scenarios

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