#o young peacock

[mikazukinika]

II. Shameless [Once]

"O YOUNG PEACOCK" TAGS & ABOUT → Summary: Zhongli confronts Tartaglia about a few interesting rumors he has heard around the Harbor. Some pretenses are finally dropped and yet new lines are drawn between them all the same. Scene Rating: M (suggestive + explicit language) Scene Length: 1.4k words, about 5 minutes NEXT → READ ON AO3 → MORE FROM THIS AUTHOR →

O Proud Peacock, gleaming in green Didn’t I tell you not to go near brides-to-be? Lips painted red, you will learn temptation is sweet

Travel is good for someone as young as Childe. Chances to stretch his legs beyond Snezhnaya - which to his mind is like a childhood backyard - came to him more often once he joined the Fatui. Never before, however, has he traveled beyond the Cryo Archon’s reach for more than a week or three - a month at most - before returning to his post. The Tsaritsa’s current machinations are so grand that it requires even him, with his young age and new position, to travel far and long. Or perhaps the other Harbingers had interfered again and pushed to send him as far away as possible.

But maybe what he means to say is that Liyue is good for him.

“It seems your popularity has increased, Childe,” Zhongli says one day over tea made from calla lilies. Freshly imported from Mondstadt for their calming effect, he had explained earlier.

Childe tilts his head at the odd observation, briefly wondering if Zhongli is testing him in implicit communication again. He explores the possibility by calmly taking a sip of his tea and asking, “Oh? Have the children at the wharf been talking about me again?”

From the small smile Zhongli gives to the glassy surface of his tea, Childe knows he was right to tread carefully - or maybe he is amused by the irony of his getting along with the local youth. “I’m afraid the rumors I have been hearing are not appropriate for children’s ears.”

This has Childe perking up in interest, but outwardly, he only raises a silent brow. Though the Northland Bank and the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor are business partners, he has made sure up until this point to keep his less-than-moral activities from impacting their relationship. It would be a shame if relations were to break down after all this time. It has nothing to do with not being able to see Zhongli as regularly as he does now if their ties were to be cut, no, not at all.

Thus, Childe forces a thin smile to his lips and hopes his tightened grip around his teacup isn’t obvious. “I’m not sure I understand, xiansheng.” 

“Oh?” He thinks Zhongli’s eyes flicker with a wisp of amusement, but it happens too quickly for him to be sure. “Ms. Ying’er of the Scent of Spring spoke quite highly of you, though?”

Childe chokes, flying into a fit of coughs as he processes the man’s words. So it wasn’t my imagination! His cheeks are flaming red by the time he manages to get himself under control, and he twists his shoulders away from Zhongli to cover his mouth with the back of his hand. “Xiansheng,” he protests quietly, painfully embarrassed, but the man has been drinking his tea calmly all the while.

“I must say that I was quite surprised. I never expected such rumors to emerge considering your reputation.” 

Yes, Liyue has been good for Childe.

He had strolled into this foreign land with all the swagger of a top-notch bard, sharp as a jackknife and hungry for power. What met him instead were tedious meetings, a perpetual flow of paperwork, and the occasional retrieval of loan payment from those too weak to challenge him. And then… Zhongli. Liyue’s grandest prize if anyone were to ask Childe, but one that remains nevertheless unattainable. Frustrated by their little song and dance (i.e., Childe flirting mercilessly with a stone wall that only on rare occasions replied with thank-yous), the young soldier had no qualms seeking pleasure in others if only to confirm that he still “has it.”

Well… not quite.

The people of Liyue, after getting over their initial wariness of him, are no longer shy about their attraction to his looks, money, and power. He would not usually indulge, but the long stay in the region and the thought in the back of his mind that there isn’t a soul here to judge or punish him for any choice that he makes have changed the game - until now. Suddenly, Childe cares very much about what Zhongli thinks of him.

The gears in his mind turn before he makes a spontaneous, definitely dangerous, decision.

A thrill of anticipation dances down the young harbinger’s spine and he gives the man across from him a pretty little smile. “I’m surprised as well,” he begins casually. “To think you would be so interested in my private affairs as to confront me directly.” His voice drops to a seductive baritone. Slowly, as if tasting each word before it left his lips, “Is this an invitation, xiansheng?”

There is a moment of silence in which lust-darkened blues meet calm pools of gold. Zhongli breaks eye contact first to take yet another infuriatingly calm sip of his calla lily tea.

“Surely, it isn’t so strange for me to be concerned, as your teacher, if you are using my lessons to worm your way into the beds of Liyue’s eligible young men and women.”

“Afraid I’ll ruin them for any other lover?”

At this, Zhongli gives a short and sharp huff through his nose, brow crinkling in annoyance. The diplomat across from him has long since learned that this action is his equivalent for clicking one’s tongue. 

Childe throws his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, a part of him exhilarated by this conversation. It is the most explicit he has been with Zhongli in all this time, and he loves the feeling. The consultant, for his part, lets his lashes flutter in surprise at the unexpected outburst before fixing the roguish redhead with a reproachful stare.

“You’ve dropped all pretenses ever since I caught you stabbing your food with your chopsticks,” he notes. 

Childe shrugs, a lazy grin pulling on his lips and eyes dancing with unbridled joy. “You’ve already seen me weak,” he says, referencing his clumsy use of chopsticks as well, but he knows the underside of his words is still brushed with lust. “And I daresay we both like it better this way.”

Zhongli’s gaze snaps to Childe’s teasing expression as if he had never expected the Snezhnayan to get a read on him like this. His lazy grin has softened to that signature smile that makes his eyes glitter like noctilucous jade found unexpectedly in a glowing cavern. In other words… 

“In the many months we have shared each other’s company, I have yet to understand the meaning of that smile,” Zhongli says thoughtfully.

And then Childe is freezing in place as a gloved hand gently cups his chin, tilting his jaw this way and that as the consultant examines his face as if it were an expensive, one-of-a-kind jade vase. The other hand grasps one of Childe’s wrists, keeping him still as if the man isn’t aware that it’s completely unnecessary. Childe couldn’t move if he wanted to. He doesn’t dare breathe, except to carry on the conversation lest Zhongli realizes what he is doing and stops. “What smile?”

The consultant’s eyes bore into his own and it is only then that Childe realizes just how close the man is. If his heart wasn’t already pounding away at his chest like a man trapped in a room with a starving beast, it is most certainly doing so now. He swallows thickly, eyes darting down to Zhongli’s exquisitely-shaped, oh-so-close mouth. I could kiss him, comes the delirious realization. 

“The one that you give me when you’re thinking something shameless.”

A beat of silence passes as the words hang between them on a thread pulled taught. Slowly, slowly, said pretty little smile spreads over the redhead’s lips once more, like sweet jam. “So you do know what it means,” Childe breathes. He wants nothing more than to lean in and capture the man’s mouth with his own right here, right now, in front of all the people bustling around their little stone table on the outdoor terrace. 

But Zhongli’s gaze remains unyielding, and all he gets in response is a short and low, “Hm.” Then the man pulls out of his personal space in one fluid movement, settling gracefully into his own seat as if nothing had ever happened.

And Childe takes that personally.

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#genshin impact fic #zhongchi #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin impact fanfic #nika snippets #o young peacock #oyp #non sfw

[welcometoteyvat]

[leaks] kaeya’s skin is looking good but I’m also eyeing the supposed lion dancer boy

#genshin impact leaks #genshin leaks #but please mihoyo stop making characters with white hair and blue patterns i need his design to be better than fo.calors #like the premise would be so good!!!! but i hope they don't screw up the implementation...... OTL #if the leak is true and this character really exists then i hope he's like. at least has majority red outfit. red <3333 #white accents would be cool but please make it good oh my god #i also would like him to have a lot of baubles or at least round elements and large round accessories bc i think thats my first impression o #of the words 'lion dance' #and i hope he's lively and not like a refined young gentleman (we already have that and he's named xing.qiu) or a tsundere KFJDSKFJDSK #whatever its not like genshin will hear what im saying and just design it exactly like this. but on god if i dont like his design.... #the premise is so cool don't screw up the execution guys #back to kae.ya's skin i love his green accents peacock theme REAL #if this is a nod to khaenriah being close to sumeru thats cool i wish they didn't orientalize the actual sumeru cast tho #maybe he should meet up with them for the outfit story or something #de.hya and can.dace taking him shopping would be kind of sweet honestly #ramblings!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Vanitas with an s/o who inherited her father's family's ability to transform into a bird? Everyone transforms into a different bird; S/O is a crow, her father is a peacock, her uncle's a robin, and so on.

He was trying to get some sleep when he heard the peaking at the window. Vanitas rolled over, then glared, before he got up & opened the window. If it had been any other bird, he would have thrown his shoe at it (glass be damned) and gone back to sleep. But he knew those eyes, and that purple shade on its breast meant that it was no ordinary bird. “Couldn’t you just come to the front door like everyone else?”

The crow let out a ‘kaw’ then flew in to land on the floor. A dark shadow enveloping it before fading away to reveal a beautiful woman. “Come in through the front door? In this traffic?”

Vanitas scoffed and shuffled off to his bed again. “What do you want?”

“Nothing. I just hadn’t seen you in a while.” She told him.

“Whose fault is that?”

It might have been a little mean, but he wasn’t the one who was constantly called away.

Being of an old, noble vampire family, [Y/N] already had their commitments to society. Coupled with their strength and inherited technique from their family, Oiseaux d'une Plume, they rose in rank and became a valuable member of the vampire court. That’s how they met. On one of the more hospitable meetings with Lord Ruthven and his much more abiding nephew.

“I can’t exactly say no when asked to do a job, Vanitas. We would see each other even less if I was in prison for treason.”

“I know. I know.” Vanitas replied. His hand coming up to his face. “It’s just frustrating sometimes that you’re on their beck and call.”

“Or rather beak and call.” She snickered at her own joke and Vanitas had to smile a little at that. “I’m here now though. Do you really want to fight?”

“No. I guess not.” He agreed and got ready for bed again, with [Y/N] by his side. “Tell me a story.”

“What are you, 6?” [Y/N] asked, glancing up at him from her position on his chest, but still smiled as she tucked herself back in. “Have I ever told you about my second cousin Antwane?” Vanitas shook his head. “Well, he was a nice young man. Got the short end of the stick on the family ability though. His bird was a chicken. They’re actually really smart birds, but no one knows that because they spend some much time eating them. One time, while he was transformed, someone mistook him for a plain old farmer’s chicken and tried to catch him to put him in a stew. Poor Antwane refused to transform for months after that because he was terrified someone would catch him and turn him into Coq Au Vin or something. Anyway….”

Vanitas listened to the story as he drifted off to sleep. He dreamt about what bird he would want to be if he had that ability. How it would be to fly. What it would be like to be truly free for a change.

When he woke up [Y/N] was gone. Literally flown the coop with a note of ‘urgent business. I will see you soon’. But maybe birds weren’t all that free either.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers) #vanitas of the blue moon #vanitas #vanitas no carte imagine #vanitas no carte scenarios #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas x reader #vanitas no carte x reader #imagine #scenarios #female reader

[emeritus-fuckers]

I love y’all’s blog, it’s amazing! How do you think the papas would react to reader calling them an “Italian stallion”?😏

This is one of the most hilarious ones so far. And thank you ♡ - Jez

Papas being called an Italian stallion by their s/o

Primo

"A retired one, perhaps, sí?"

He chuckles softly, finding it absolutely adorable.

Primo was the least sexually active out of his brothers, not just because of his age, but mostly because he didn't find as much fun in it and preferred to keep it intimate.

But now that he has the right person by his side, he lets himself be a bit more playful with it.

Secondo

Chokes on his drink and looks at you, genuinely confused.

You were supposed to be the innocent one in this relationship, hello?

Genuinely bamboozled.

Don't get me wrong, he likes the compliment (and he is well hung, we've all seen Year Zero), but he didn't expect you to say shit like that.

Once he gets past the initial shock, he chuckles with a small smirk and pats his thigh.

"Well, amore? Come on in, let Papa give you a ride."

Terzo

Like his older brother, Terzo's shocked, but he reacts by laughing.

"Well, baby, you know what they say. Save a horse, ride a Papa."

He's gonna almost demand you ride him, now that you called him that.

And he's not letting it go, either.

He will randomly call you and say your Italian stallion is lonely and needs your company.

Or he's gonna wrap his arms around you from behind, his erection presses against your ass as he whispers that your Italian Stallion needs attention.

He's menace and he's not living it down, you brought this upon yourself, love.

Copia

If you did that when he's a cardinal or when his facepaint is off, the noises he makes would be the audio equivalent of a keyboard smash.

He's just so, so confused and needs coddling. Especially if he's still the cardinal.

As he gets more confident in his role as Papa, he might react more confidently, though the initial awkward chuckle is always there.

If he's very confident, he'll just kinda squeeze your hip and say he's gonna let you take a ride later, since you're such an eager cowgirl/cowboy.

Old Nihil

Bro puffs his chest so much he's like a fucking peacock.

He's very happy to know you're still impressed with his Seven Inches of Satanic Panic.

And considering his age, he doesn't really have much energy to take charge anymore, so you're usually riding him anyway.

He's just so eager to make you ride him, too!

"Come to Papa, sweetie. Papa wants to you ride him."

Young Nihil

He's even more eager than he is when he's old.

Similarly to Terzo, he's willing play into it and mess with you because of it.

He's much more likely to be loud about it, though.

Will call out to you in public and talk to you about how your Italian stallion needs someone to ride him so he doesn't feel neglected.

He's also very likely to just randomly pull you into him and give you a very clear look that he wants to take you somewhere private.

"Come on, babe, you want a stallion, you gotta take care of him.*

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #ask #anon #papa nihil #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iv #primo #secondo #terzo #copia #cardinal copia #old nihil #young nihil #x reader

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

I can't get over of a Sevika crushing over someone all hungry heart eyes but everyone thinks she's angrily staring at s/o /reader

Omg yes. Those eyes would be burning into you. Have some leftover crush hcs

Her hands always find their place on you. Pulling your hair to get your attention, needlessly adjusting your armor, and making sure her fingers brush against yours whenever she steals your drink from you. She’ll stand too close, somehow ends up crowding you into a corner so she can lean a forearm on the wall above you. It’s definitely some kind of peacocking that shows off her height and muscles.

Her smell is intoxicating. It entrapts you completely until all of your senses are filled with her. The arm currently above your head leaves a space if you wanted to get away, as if anything other than her would cross your mind.

“You get this close to all your employees for a debriefing?”

“I’m just stretching. Rough workout this morning. You’d know, if you bothered to join me.” A quick jab was uttered under her breath that your ‘noodle arms would probably snap’ trying to keep up with her.

“And here I thought you were trying to impress me.” Not like she needed to try. A tall buff woman just needed to exist to capture your attention.

Sevika doesn’t have a stellar understanding of how to properly convey her emotions, nor does she know how to name what she feels. If you’re of the more stoic variety, I feel like she would be slightly more playful to compensate. Especially if she knows you find her attractive. I envision Sevika coming off very charming, already has you swooning before she even makes her way over to you, but then when she opens her mouth the most vulgar, crude pickup line comes out and the charm is ruined forever. She spends so much time at the brothel it seeps into her flirting. I can definitely see her slipping and asking how much someone is.

Sevika being a bully to her crush. Adores the hell out of them, but has a reputation to maintain. Maybe it’s even young revolutionary Sevika, and while I imagine her younger self was a total flirt, she would be too focused on making her way up the ranks to chase anyone. I think it’d be really endearing if she flirted with those she wasn’t serious about and was just looking for a stress-reliever/ fling, but is an ass to the girl she’s actually head-over-heels for. Perfect breeding ground for angst and miscommunication.

The new recruit is in the break room.

Everyone knows Sevika’s schedule when it comes to the public facilities. When she trains, when she showers, and when she likes her quiet time in the break room for lunch.

To make matters worse, you’re in her favorite chair too. The one with all of its legs, has a chipped corner, and was placed against the wall in a clear message of don’t fucking touch.

The smell of Jericho’s assaults Sevika’s nose and would be a great indicator of your meal if she were blind and couldn’t spot the residue smeared across your cheeks. A dangerous scowl in place, she approaches you and stops close enough that she knows you feel her looming presence over you.

You, the idiot that you are, don’t even glance up and continue with your meal like you weren’t about to meet death herself.

“Out of my seat, Rookie.”

Sevika’s expression tightens as her words hang in the air for a good few moments. You take your time savoring your food, your eyes catching hers briefly before flitting around the rest of the room like it wasn’t just the two of you.

“Excuse me?” Polite words were choked out in incredulity. Some part of Sevika latched onto the weakness and itched to torment, her younger days of preying on the meek and helpless fondly resurfacing. But she had mostly grown out of her hot-headed youth in favor of chasing bigger dreams.

“You’re excused. Out.”

“I meant-“ A notch formed between your brows. “I was here first!”

The fierce glare you fixed her with almost made Sevika slip up and crack a smile. A ballsy little thing, yelling at your boss in your first week.

Her retaliation doubled as a lesson and a bit of fun for herself, leaving you dumped on the floor with an effortless lift of the chair.

Also love the thought of her annoying her crush instead of the other way around

“Get out of my seat.”

Sevika couldn’t have hid her smirk if she tried. Heat was practically radiating off of the rookie, her anger so palpable that Sev didn’t need to look to know steam was pouring out of that pretty little head of hers.

“Don’t see your name on it.” Sevika fingers the page of her report leisurely before turning it, even though she could barely focus in the anticipation of waiting for those soft footsteps.

“You have. Your own.” Understandably, there was some pent up aggression in the rookie especially when it came to their claim of certain facets of the bar.

As with the usual initiation new employees of Silco go through, the existing goons made it tradition to fuck with them for their own amusement. A certain number of chairs were taken out to ensure there wasn’t enough for the rookie who was told the meeting was farther back than it was. There was always a shortage of something that week, designed to make the new ‘kid’ adapt a routine and get there far too early for the next week, when everything was replaced and it was like nothing had happened.

A little lingering trauma. A lot of fun memories for the crew. Team building.

She would understand one day, when another member joined.

Still. Even if it was over, Sevika couldn’t help herself. The fear in the rookie’s eyes during the first few days under Sev’s watch melted beautifully into vexed irritation. The first contender to ever dare to look at her that way.

“I think I like this one more.”

“Move.” The authoritative, stern tone she attempts comes out whiney. Her nose scrunches. Oh, Sev thinks she loves her.

“Make me, brat.” The silence that follows is more than a little disappointing. If Sev were a lovesick teen again, perhaps she wouldn’t be able to stop the worried glance upwards that reveals the falter in her control.

A beat. Two.

Then the report is knocked out of her hands and onto the table. Mouthiness, Sevika could take. But the disrespect would have to be corrected-

Every thought empties out of Sevika’s head at the warm body pressed against hers, her arm instinctively going to steady the added weight in her lap.

Both of them are frozen. Sevika, in fear that if she breathes, the lovely addition on her thigh would disappear. Rookie, stunned by the strong arm around her waist fitting so snug, like it was meant for holding her.

More silence. Then,

“You’re surprisingly comfortable to sit on.”

“I’ve gotten that review before.”

Sevika mourns the fact that she misses Rook’s reaction, because even though she’s seen it more than enough times to create a clear picture, the sight never fails to be the one damn thing in the Undercity to put a smile on her face. Pouting, downturned lips at the tease, nostrils flaring in an attempt to breathe through the rising annoyance, and the fluttering of eyes shut as she’d bite back a retort too sharp to say to her boss.

#sevika imagine #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader

[roguelov]

Ok so. Consider. We all love experienced confident sexy dream. But imagine young dream. Virgin Dream. Humanity just arrived and they're starting to hoe about and have fantasies. Imagine dreams first time. Imagine soft naive lovestruck dream being inexperienced but SO enthusiastic with his s/o.

Even better by the power of plot his present day s/o gets to meet young dream and is just like 🥺😏 soft baby, horny baby. Imagine how vocal he'd be, no restraint whatsoever.

ANON IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE THIS SOONER HOLY SHIT BUT IM SO HAPPY TO SEE IT NOW

Like him letting you take the reins and constantly asking if he likes it only for him to respond with a nod and a whine 😩 maybe you get to experience young Dream because of a curse placed on him, maybe a bet with Desire, or maybe a younger version of himself has always been locked away in the Dreaming and you stumble upon him (idk just spit balling)

But either way can you imagine he would react when he finds out your his current s/o and he soon he can’t help himself

You smirked as Dream, such a young naive Dream, eyed you up and down. His hunger and curiosity were so apparent. And can’t help, but feel a little proud. Maybe even peacock a bit. It was usually you who got flustered, you who was inexperienced, you who was under his wondrous touch.

Sitting side by side, you leaned towards him, placing a hand on his thigh. “Do you need something, my sweet prince?”

Prince, indeed. He wasn’t your dark, mysterious king you typically knew.

Dream flinched under your touch, and swiftly glanced away. The tips of his ears become unusually pink. “I - I am fine.”

Your fingers reached up, trailing along his jaw. You turned his head so he faced you directly. “Tell me what you want. I am a feeling I know, but you have to tell me.”

His eyes instantly pooled into the familiar black of the night sky. Sand and stars swirled around in tune with his heavy breathing. Being young age, his control on his powers waned. “I … I am unsure of what I want,” he answered quietly.

Your thumb brushed over his pale pink lips. “Is that so? Do you truly have no idea, or are you too afraid to speak it?”

His breath hitched. The air in the room was slowly increasing in temperature. “I … I want you … all of you.”

You leaned in brushing your lips of his. “Good boy, now let me take care of you.”

#young!dream is my new fav thing #thanks anon! #again super sorry I didn’t see this until now #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #dream x reader #dream of the endless x reader #spicy saturday #but it’s not Saturday #so freaky Friday??? #anon #ask

[winsdayink]

Only Gcis on this one:p (i dont know why the quality of some images TANKS but they should be fine if u open em in a new tab :?)

An attempt to give him somethin for RR so hes not just wearin the same outfit as BW1. I saw it in a dream o-o Peacock feathers at the end of the cape to keep the eye motif and add feathers to match Reshiram. All would have gone according to plan and N would have gotten rid of all trainers w Reshiram´s help. By the time he reflects and tries to confront his father, Colress´s mind control machine is ready and he simply takes Reshiram for himself, and due to the Hero´s bond, takes control of N as well ._. M not fully convinced w the look, I need to circle bak around to it n design somethin nicer

Some baby Gcis.... Going along w the idea that the mark on the concept art is a birthmark of the Harmonia bloodline. I like the theory that hes met Alder and they got their bouffalants together at some point, so I imagine they found each other while Alder was training and Gcis was trying to run away from home. Alder is an old soul and tries to cheer him up by helping him catch his first pkmn uwu (Gcis: I already have a Deino, you weird child)

Young adult based on stills from this video. Not much to comment on tho fghj

And finally some of his backstory I guess.

It sounds like hes talking about manipulatin Gio but that's my fault on bein a bad writer&lt;3

There's a lot to gma I'm not gettin into it <3 but I'll share some interactions. Her name's Desiree Harmonia, her name comin from "Dies Irae" the way Ghetsis's comes from G#, "The Devil in Music".

Bonus young Desiree

#pokemon #ghetsis #ghetsis harmonia gropius #giovanni #giovanni pokemon #alder pokemon #oc Desiree Harmonia #pkmn #team rocket giovanni

[peskygirl13]

Twisted Wonderland Original Characters

Esmerellis “Esme” Danserai

Background:

Esmerellis is a third year at RSA. He lived in the Rose Kingdom when he was little, but after his parents died he was put under the care of his Uncle who traveled a lot. He hasn’t settled down in one place since he was very young. 

Esmerellis is 19. Like Ruggie he comes from a very poor family. When he was first presented with the opportunity to join RSA at 16, he declined to stay and help take care of his Uncle. The next year when he was 17, he was presented the opportunity again and decided to take it with some persuading from his Uncle.

Fun Facts: 

He’s apart of the “Aladdin Dorm” at RSA (or whatever dorm is the opposite of Scarabia) and has a slight dancing rivalry with Jamil. He does get along with Kalim, however. (Think of the “You’re stupid. I like that in a man.” meme. That’s their relationship.)

Esmerellis has gotten a piece of jewelry from every place he’s ever lived.

He does have a goat familiar, but I haven’t decided a name for it yet. It’ll either be Delilah or Achilles.

His birthday is June 19th.

His Unique Magic is “Dance la Esmerellis.” Somewhat similar to Ruggie’s Unique Magic, he can control the movements of others whenever he plays his tambourine. 

If you are familiar with @wolken-himmel​ then you know that they also have a Twst oc based off of Esmerelda. 

By no means am I trying to copy them or their work. This was an idea I’ve had on my mind for a while. 

I do like the name Esme that they came up with, but I didn’t want to copy it. That’s why his full name is “Esmerellis” and “Esme” is just a nickname that a few people call him.

Tonio Paddison

Background:

Tonio is a second year at RSA. He was raised by his Mother and Grandmother in Port o’ Bliss after his father passed away. He’s Sam’s cousin and maintains a brotherly-relationship with him. Sam taught Tonio everything he knows about business and, before joining RSA, Tonio worked part time at Sam’s Shop at NRC to raise money. Because of this, several third year students at NRC know Tonio (and slightly resent him for going to RSA instead of NRC).

Tonio almost rejected going to RSA, not wanting to leave his mom and grandma, but they wouldn’t let him pass up an opportunity like this. Especially since his grandmother is a very powerful mage and he would excel in magic if given the chance.

Fun Facts: 

He is a member of the “Ariel Dorm” at RSA  (or whatever dorm is the opposite of Octavinelle/Whatever dorm Rielle is in).

In his first year, he helped out in the cafeteria for extra money and his food was so popular, that Ambrose allowed him to open his own restaurant at RSA as long as 10% goes toward the school. Tonio saves most of his funds, but does send some money to his Grandma and Mother.

He and Azul are business rivals.

His Birthday is November 12th. 

He has yet to discover his Unique Magic because he hadn’t explored his magic much until joining RSA, instead focusing solely on academics and working.

Rashad Al-Jasim

Background: 

Rashad is a second year at RSA. He’s from the land of Hot Sands and is Kalim’s cousin. He’s apart of Kalim’s family that is royal and unlike Kalim he’s an only child because his mom passed away when he was young and his father never remarried. Because of this, he’s very close to Kalim and views him as a brother. 

Unlike Kalim, Rashad isn’t naïve and notices Jamil’s resentment. Rashad doesn’t like Jamil because of this, but is at least cordial with him and does have sympathy for this family’s situation. 

Fun Facts: 

He’s apart of the “Aladdin Dorm” at RSA (or whatever dorm is the opposite of Scarabia) with Esmerellis and finds him interesting.

He forbade his father from using any influence on the school to gain him favor (Not that Ambrose would take a bribe, unlike Crowley).

Like Kalim likes elephants, Rashad likes peacocks

He has an orange cat familiar named Rayah (rye-ah).

He doesn’t like people knowing he’s royalty/wealthy, so he doesn’t wear much jewelry. 

His birthday is November 25th

His Unique Magic is “Genie in a Bottle.” He can temporality make someone’s wish come true, but only for a short period of time. The bigger the wish, the sooner time runs out.

I did my best to make Rashad as culturally accurate as I could while still keeping the Disney flair, but if something about his design is inaccurate or insulting please let me know and I will more than happy to fix it.

Rhyme Rosehearts

Background: 

Rhyme is a first year at RSA and is Riddle’s younger brother. When their parents divorced Rhyme went with their father while Riddle stayed with their mother. He didn’t get to see or talk to Riddle much after the divorce, but still tried to keep tabs on his older brother.

Once they both started RSA and NRC, Rhyme was able to officially start contacting Riddle again through letters, but Riddle never responded until after his overblot when he started to take control back from their mother. 

Fun Facts: 

He’s a member of the “Alice Dorm” at RSA (or whatever dorm is the opposite of Heartslabyul/He’s in whatever dorm Che’nya is in). 

He’s more of a free spirit than Riddle since he didn’t live under their mother’s thumb like his brother and has a huge amount of curiosity. He isn’t afraid to ask questions or admit he doesn’t know something.

Che’nya immediately knew that Rhyme was Riddle’s brother and when he told Rhyme that he knew Riddle when they were kids, Rhyme asked Che’nya to tell him everything. That’s how Rhyme knows so much about Riddle after they were separated.

Like Riddle likes hedgehogs, Rhyme likes mice. 

He has a mouse familiar named Earl Grey.

His Birthday is May 4th.

His Unique Magic is “Pass the Sword.” He can give anyone but himself a power up that helps them get stronger, but it loses affect if Rhyme hurts someone. 

I know that Azul’s parents are divorced, but I can’t remember if Riddle said that his parents were divorced or not since he only mentioned his mother in his overblot flashback. If nothing else, I know his parents likely don’t like each other much (it’s somewhat implied in his Ghost Marriage card), so let’s just say they’re divorced.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst rsa #rsa #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #RSA oc #royal sword academy #royal sword academy oc #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #disney esmerelda #disney tiana #disney jasmine #disney white queen #the hunchback of notre dame #princess and the frog #aladdin #alice in wonderland #tim burton alice in wonderland #disney #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney princess #riddle rosehearts

[blue-9ust]

omg omg I found a drama like o-ren x gogo Oh, my Gosh

fuckyeah But i can't see it in South Korea Because peacock is not serviced, there is no route to see and we could see it through tumblr and YouTube.

Oh, my Gosh

A young woman who serves Mistress, why did I finally know this

The name of the drama is leopard skin

thanks peacock!!!

I really want to watch this drama It's so lovely

Oh my gosh. There's no way to express this with a translator I want to express it in Korean

"존나 개쩔어"

#fucking love it #Youtube #peacock #leopard skin

[mikazukinika]

I. Seduce but Never Pursue

“O YOUNG PEACOCK” TAGS & ABOUT → Summary: Tartaglia, Eleventh Fatui Harbinger, has just arrived in Liyue Harbor. His first meeting with Wangsheng's Consultant Zhongli is more of a pleasure than even he anticipates. Scene Rating: T (suggestive language) Scene Length: 4.3k words, about 15 minutes NEXT → READ ON AO3 → SEE MORE FROM THIS AUTHOR →

O Young Peacock, gleaming with blue Didn’t I tell you not to keep girls around you? They will be quick to seduce, but never pursue

Snezhnaya is not nearly as dark and desolate as people from other parts of Teyvat assume it to be. Their Archon’s heart may have gone cold, but the people remain bright-eyed in the midst of the glittering white snow. It is beautiful, and bustling, and cozy, and cold. Their villages are scattered in minor clusters throughout the land and only in the capitol, where Zapolyarny Palace stands tall with its icy walls gleaming in the sunlight, does light pollution make it difficult to view the stars. 

But make no mistake. The people of Snezhnaya are as strong as the merciless winds that blow from the farthest north. Winter has its cruelties, and they have long learned how to deal with them. When the skies darken and the snow and ice flurries fast enough to cut into tender flesh left carelessly exposed, even the silence of the next morning fails to erase the memory of the storm. The fresh blankets of snow dampens all sounds, and the sun shines deceptively in the windows, but they know better than to venture out in those dangerous, silent mornings, lest they look down and discover that their fingers have turned blue.

Sometimes, the people grow weary, pulled along by nature’s whims as they are. Those are the days to seek comfort in the warmth of family, of lovers, or in the flames that lick down one’s throat when drinking fire-water. Sheltered in taverns, bellies deceptively warmed by drink, a man might crone jokingly, “O Young Peacock, gleaming with blue.”

Joy and light would jump to the eyes of every man in the building, and someone on the other end of the tavern would call back, repeating the melody and the words in a slow call-and-answer of a tune. Before long, the entire tavern would be singing, some laughing and gasping for air, others trying too hard and adding harmonies. The married men would sling arms around blushing bachelors, teasing.

Though Childe is no longer in Snezhnaya, the voices of his elders echo in his ears.

Oh, Archons. His breath hitches at the sight of a tall man wrapped in earthy tones, his posture singing of elegance and refinement. He’s gorgeous.

Only a week has passed since he arrived in Liyue, the land of the oldest and most powerful Archon of all. He is well aware that he was sent here as the Tsaritsa’s weapon of war with the silent order to wreak havoc on this breathtaking, cheerful harbor, and he is proud of that fact. The past week, however, saw zero chaos-making. Only mountains of paperwork and tedious meetings - where he smiled until his face hurt - greeted him. He is, for all intents and purposes, a simple Snezhnayan diplomat in the eyes of the watchful Qixing, after all. His paperwork and his behavior need to reflect his hopes for… cultural exchange.

I’d definitely like to exchange something with that man, he thinks, eyes glued on the handsome Liyuen native before he bites his tongue and scolds himself for thinking something so lame. But his thoughts churn in that direction regardless. Who knows how long I’ll be on duty here in Liyue… Childe’s eyes darken as he runs a bit of tongue along his top lip. Surely, I can indulge a bit?

Schooling his features, the foreigner prowls toward the tall man, ‘Zhongli-xiansheng,’ he has been taught to say. When his contacts in Liyue told him there was a knowledgeable man by that name who was well-known and respected by the community, and who would likely have the sort of clues and information he needed to turn Liyue upside-down, he expected to meet a frail, elderly man.

Zhongli is anything but frail.

His hair is brown like fertile earth, and to Childe’s pleasant surprise, it is long. As the gears in his mind immediately begin turning with ideas for that length, he takes in the asymmetrical strands of hair framing a flawless face, and the ends that are dipped in gold. Childe’s eyes trace the line of his shoulders next, and something in his chest twitches, a thrill running through him as he recognizes strength and years of training kept under wraps of elegant clothing. He registers momentarily the Geo symbol stitched between the man’s shoulder blades and then dismisses it in favor of observing the vision dangling tantalizingly at the small of his back, highlighting the cinch of his waist.

“Mr. Zhongli, I presume?” he hears his own voice say cordially. Childe’s mind snaps to the present and he finds himself standing behind the man his subordinates had pointed out to him at a respectful distance.

The man turns his head, a curious expression painted onto his countenance. His every movement is controlled and deliberate so that not a single motion is wasted. Childe feels his breath hitch once more in the back of his throat at the sight of dark, full lashes and streaks of red. When the man turns to face him fully, however, nothing in the world could have prepared him - him! Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger, for Archons’ sake! - for those eyes. 

He straightens out of a playful half-bow, spine going rigid as alarm bells ring somewhere in the distant corners of his mind.

Didn’t I tell you not to keep girls around you? 

Zhongli’s eyes are open and curious, but Childe feels like the man has just punched him in the gut. Innocently. Their depths are immeasurable and he recognizes the wisdom in them. His eyes are so different from Childe’s own soulless blues that it startles him. Here is a man who has seen many things, has learned many lessons, and yet retains his clarity. A man like a pool of molten cor lapis, the possibilities of its final form endless. Childe knows it.

“Indeed,” the man hums, and Childe feels a flush beginning to creep up the back of his neck. Oh, is all he can manage. His voice. “To what do I owe this auspicious meeting?”

Childe swallows back his desires, unwilling to give away just how disoriented he is not three minutes in this man’s presence. He picks up on Zhongli’s flowery language immediately and prepares himself accordingly. “I’m told you are very knowledgeable in the ways of this country,” he begins with a compliment. “Though I have the opportunity to remain in Liyue for an indefinite amount of time, I’m afraid I have yet to grasp its culture.”

Zhongli dips his head humbly. “I’ve only a smattering of knowledge in various studies. I am not sure I can be of any use to you, foreigner from afar.”

Childe lets a kind smile spread over his lips like butter. “I must insist. Your colleagues at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor spoke very highly of you, xiansheng.”

The consultant’s eyes light up in understanding and interest. He steps away from the stall and its keeper selling gleaming stones fashioned into jewelry, and Childe has to keep his expression from cracking at the sight of the owner’s visible disappointment. 

“Perhaps you would like to have this discussion over a meal,” Zhongli says, and Childe’s gaze immediately snaps to his. The consultant seems to have put the clues together; Childe’s attire, the red mask pinned in his hair, his casual mention of the funeral parlor - it all points to the young copper-haired man's affiliation with the Northland Bank, the newest Snezhnayan presence in Liyue.

“A business meal, is it?” Childe hums, falling into step easily at the man’s side with a pretty little smile. “Great idea. I was just starting to get hungry.”

“I’m glad it pleases you,” Zhongli murmurs as he weaves through the stone streets and onto what seems to be the main road. The path grows wide and the stone here is carved decoratively. The buildings are bold and red, and Childe soon recognizes the business sector where Northland Bank is located.

“I suppose I ought to get used to the way buildings are constructed here in Liyue,” Childe comments as he observes their surroundings. “In Snezhnaya, both towns and homes alike are built outwardly, and only occasionally do you find buildings with more than one story.”

“Is that so?” Mr. Zhongli hums in interest as they walk. 

“Since I will be working here for a while, I’m sure it will eventually feel natural,” he smiles at the man as they stroll up a few stone steps to the doors of one of the seemingly-random buildings on the main road.

The consultant doesn’t have a chance to reply.

“Mr. Zhongli,” a feminine voice greets warmly, and Childe peeks around him to see a young waitress posted at the entrance of what he assumes is the restaurant they are about to impose on. “Welcome to Liuli Pavilion! How many are there in your group?”

“Two,” he answers. “My business partner and I would like to enjoy a meal. Due to the short notice, however…”

The girl smiles reassuringly, and Childe resists the urge to scratch his head even though he feels like he missed something. “Our humble establishment would like to thank you for your continued patronage, Mr. Zhongli,” she says as she holds the door open for them. “Enjoy your meal.”

“Many thanks,” the consultant dips his head before entering, the Snezhnayan diplomat on his heels chuckling internally.

It seems Mr. Zhongli really is a respected man. Not even an hour in the consultant’s company and Childe is already noticing the way the locals’ eyes seem to glance over him in favor of speaking with the man at his side. Even though they have been cautious of me so far, he hums to himself in amusement. It reminds him of those not-so-distant days when he was still a simple recruit standing in his superior’s shadow, ignored by all they spoke to.

Should I be mad? He wonders darkly, a sardonic grin threatening to pull on his lips as the pair enter the pavilion. He buries the meaningless thought in an instant in favor of scanning their surroundings.

The inside of Liuli Pavilion is warm, tinted in glowing sunlight and decorated with care. There are potted plants with large leaves on either side of the door as soon as they enter, and ahead of them is a fabulous paper screen, the likes of which he would never see in Snezhnaya. To the right are priceless vases and other glasswork tucked safely into cubicles and shelves, and to the left is a low table with a tea set on its surface, framed by two chairs.

For all that is lavishly decorated, Childe thinks the establishment is rather small. He is even more surprised to find that there is only a single rectangular table on the other side of the paper screen, and seemingly no other rooms, but in a true diplomatic fashion, he lets none of these thoughts show on his face. Instead, he smiles amicably at both Zhongli and the man hosting.

“A pleasure to see you as always, Mr. Zhongli,” the host bows humbly. “What shall we prepare for you today?”

At this, the consultant looks at Childe. “It would be remiss of me to allow my business partner to dine in Liyue for the first time without experiencing its cuisine properly. We’ll take one of everything.”

Childe’s eyes widen only a fraction, but underneath the table, his knee has just jolted in surprise. “‘One of everything,’ you say? Surely that would be too much between just two people, Mr. Zhongli. My stay is not so short that I need to rush to taste every dish in Liyue.”

Zhongli releases a slow breath, placing his hands flat on the table. “I see we must start from there, then.”

“Pardon?”

“You have already explained that you will remain in Liyue indefinitely,” Zhongli sighs. “You need not highlight it again.”

Childe flounders, unsure of what to make of his words. The host bows respectfully one last time before leaving silently, and Childe is left to scramble mentally on his own. “I’m not sure I follow,” he finally admits past gritted teeth.

“As of this moment,” Zhongli begins solemnly. “You are standing in the land with the most high-context culture in the entirety of Teyvat. It is the result of a long, shared history and a mostly homogeneous population. From your manner of speech, I can be sure that you are already practiced in the ways of speaking implicitly.”

Childe inhales slowly, realizing he must have made some sort of mistake earlier. “Have I offended you in some way, xiansheng?” he asks, smile stiff.

His new professor closes his eyes. “In other countries, you may find that you need to frequently reiterate key information. In Liyue, however, this signifies that you do not trust the listener to retain said information.” Here his eyes open, and Childe startles at the feeling of being pinned like a butterfly to a wall. “Tell me, Snezhnayan, do you think me a child? Or perhaps you seek to prove your status by speaking in a condescending manner?”

Awkwardness burns at his chest. Slowly, slowly, Childe dips his head in apology. “It seems I have much more to learn from you than I originally thought, xiansheng. It was never my intention to offend you. I simply meant to say that there is no need to rush and sample every dish in the restaurant.”

“Ah, but you fail to understand just which establishment you are in right now,” Zhongli chuckles, and the flood of relief that Childe feels dousing the flames of his embarrassment startles him once more. “You assume you will have the opportunity to come here again soon.”

“Oh, won’t I?” Childe counters, slyly looking up at the man from under his lashes. 

Zhongli takes only a moment to take in his expression and tone of voice before smiling to himself, seemingly accepting both Childe’s bold assumption that they will dine here together again as well as his subtle attraction. As if silently acknowledging that the Snezhnayan has won a point, he chooses to instead continue his explanation. 

“Liuli Pavilion is one of two famous restaurants in Liyue Harbor, the other being Xinyue Kiosk just across the road. These two establishments sit across from each other in fair competition.” Zhongli smiles knowingly at the harbinger’s impressed expression. “In Liyue, there are two forms of cuisine: Li, which focuses on the bounties of the mountains; and Yue, which utilizes the treasures of the sea. Liuli Pavilion and Xinyue Kiosk compete in the true business spirit as the heads of these respective cuisines.”

Childe isn’t sure if he will remember any of that information past tomorrow, but listening to the rolling tones of Zhongli’s deep voice is the closest thing to therapy he has ever encountered. The richness is incredibly soothing. “Truly impressive,” Childe sighs, not really trying to hide how dreamy Zhongli makes him feel. “But I’m afraid I fail to discern why there is only one table in such a renown restaurant.”

“A keen observation,” Zhongli hums, and if Childe were a lesser man, he would bloom under the praise. “Here at the Liuli Pavilion, they can only seat a few guests at certain times each day. One must usually place a reservation three months in advance, and all must wait their turn, even the rich and the famous.”

As various things begin to click into place in his mind, Childe leans forward to rest his chin in his palms with another one of his pretty little smiles. “Mr. Zhongli,” he purrs lowly, watching as the man’s lashes flutter in surprise, as if he fails to see what part of his words set the diplomat off this time. “You are fortunate we are not in Snezhnaya. I would have to take those words for shameless bragging if we were.”

“Oh?”

“There is no way you made a reservation for us to share a meal together here - we’ve only just met, after all. Is that not what you were trying to tell the lovely waitress outside?”

Zhongli’s gaze drops demurely. “A keen observation,” he says again, his voice a soft murmur. In the next moment, however, his eyes and his voice return to their regular tones. “But we are in Liyue, my dear diplomat.” 

“So we are,” Childe agrees readily, his smile dancing on his lips. “So we are, indeed.”

The host and a small army of waitresses reappear before their conversation can continue, carrying platter after platter full of food. Not a single plate is recognizable to Childe, and he channels the resulting nervousness into the thrill of a challenge. Before long, the entire table is covered in food, so much so that Childe can’t seem to find the surface. 

The host pours for each of them a glass of fine wine he is sure Zhongli will explain to him the significance of. First, however, he raises his glass. “To a successful business partnership,” he intones. Childe raises his glass as well, repeating the wish. “I hope you will find this meal to your tastes.”

“I’m fine with anything so long as it’s good,” Childe hurriedly reassures the man, going to pick up his utensils. Here, he falters. “But… do they only have chopsticks?”

He swears he hears an amused breath push through Zhongli’s nose. “You will need to be adept with chopsticks if you are to truly appreciate Liyue’s gastronomy.”

The Snezhnayan wilts at these words, fumbling with the utensils. It makes partaking in the exquisite feast laid out before them slow, but Zhongli, to Childe’s great luck, seems to have a bottomless pool for patience. 

“Here,” the man prompts, lifting his right hand in the air for Childe to see. “It is simpler than it appears. In fact, the bottom chopstick is held much like one holds a pen and does not move at all. You need only manipulate the top chopstick using your thumb and forefinger.”

“Eh-” Childe fumbles once more, hurrying to match the display before him as if Zhongli will set his hand down before he is ready. “Wait-” The chopsticks fall to the table uselessly with a clatter, the Snezhnayan reddening in embarrassment. “Somehow… I’m sorry.”

Zhongli chuckles airily, dismissing his apology. “Try again,” he urges. “Start with just the one bottom chopstick, positioning it so that it is rigid between the pressure of your middle finger and the junction at the base of your thumb. Once it is pinned there, you will find that your forefinger and thumb are free to hold and manipulate the second chopstick.”

Childe follows his directions a bit clumsily, but before long, he is at least holding the utensils correctly. “Now do I just-”

“Simply lift the top chopstick in an up and down motion to spread the pair and to capture and pinch food between them,” Zhongli explains patiently. “There.” Then, with a teasing lilt Childe didn’t think he was capable of, “You will have time to adjust to using them, since you are posted in Liyue until further notice.”

It is Childe’s turn to flutter his lashes in surprise, and a grin spreads across his lips slowly. “Xiansheng,” he stresses scandalously, imploring for mercy.

The other laughs, and before long, Childe loses himself in his voice once more as he waxes poetry about each dish on the table - its history, its ingredients, praise for its taste and its exemplification of Li cuisine. The food in Liyue is spicy compared to that of Snezhnaya, and the depth of its flavor seems, at first, overwhelming to Childe, but he has already spent a week in this land and so he finds that it is something he can learn to appreciate over time - like learning to enjoy alcohol despite its scent and its sting.

As much as he would like nothing more than to ‘truly appreciate Liyue’s gastronomy,’ as Zhongli so plainly put it, that desire does not stop him from stabbing his chopsticks into his food like skewers whenever the man isn’t looking.

“Mr. Zhongli, it has been an honor,” the host says lavishly when they are finished. He is carrying a thin accounting book between his fingers, which he presents humbly to the guest. “Here you will find the bill for today’s meal.”

“…Ah.”

Childe’s smile immediately stiffens. ‘Ah?’ What do you mean, ‘ah? ’ His eyes dart to the host whose smile has not faltered for even a moment but whose skin has become noticeably paler.

“Mr. Zhongli?” Childe prompts carefully. “Is something the matter?”

It is then that the consultant says with a straight face, “I seem to have forgotten to bring Mora with me today.”

Childe swears he hears a sound not unlike that of a dying boar coming from the back of the host’s throat, but it is so short and quiet that he convinces himself he imagined it.

“Not a problem!” Childe jumps into action, not bothering to sit and ponder whether the consultant is telling the truth. “Allow me. Consider it a token of our newfound business relationship.”

“Much obliged,” Zhongli nods solemnly, as if he has any dignity left. No, perhaps he doesn’t see this as a matter that can leave his dignity in tatters in the first place…?

Childe smiles amicably, taking the checkbook without looking at the host and opening it in one smooth motion. He sucks in a silent breath through his nose at the sight of the number circled oh-so-helpfully at the bottom of the page, his smile never faltering even for a moment. I could buy Teucer all the toys in Snezhnaya with that amount of Mora, a voice in the back of his mind whispers vaguely, but Childe pays it no mind. Instead, he removes the heavy bag of at his side and plops it onto the table unceremoniously.

“Sir!” the host protests. “This amount is far too-”

“It is a Snezhnayan custom to leave a tip when you have greatly enjoyed a service,” Childe cuts in smoothly, giving Zhongli yet another one of his pretty little smiles. “I hope you will not mind. I have yet to adjust to this land’s customs, after all.”

The host gratefully accepts the Mora and the two of them leave the pavilion, bidding the waitress outside farewell as they go. The wave of warm air that washes over him as soon as he steps out is still foreign to Childe, and he can’t help but feel a bit sticky.

“It is warm in Liyue,” he sighs as they stroll down the steps and onto the main street once more.

“Do you find it uncomfortable?” Zhongli asks.

Childe turns the question around in his mind for a moment before answering. “No,” he decides, tugging the collar of his scarf down a bit more. “The air in Snezhnaya is fresh and crisp, to the point where inhaling it feels as if you’ve cleaned your lungs. Although the air is warm here in Liyue, the wind blows in from the sea, right?”

“Indeed,” Zhongli nods. “It is a harbor city in every sense of the word.”

“It feels like the winds of change.”

In the stretch of road between Liuli Pavilion and Xinyue Kiosk, there is a gorgeous walkway built in an arch high above their heads true to the Liyuen style of architecture. Standing underneath this arch allows one to catch a glimpse of the port below the business sector, as well as the sea beyond.

He feels Zhongli’s gaze on his face for a long moment before the man speaks. “May those winds blow in our favor.”

Childe laughs, turning on his heel to face the consultant with a silent grin. A favorable wind for Childe would mean disaster for Liyue, after all. “We’ll have to part ways here, Mr. Zhongli. Thank you for your lessons today. I look forward to meeting you again soon.”

“There is one more lesson I must teach you,” he says, stopping the harbinger in his tracks.

“…It must be rather important,” Childe half-smiles. “Don’t tell me I’ve made yet another mistake during our meeting today?”

“It is due to my negligence,” Zhongli says humbly, and Childe knows after their discussion today that the man is communicating implicitly, taking the blame for himself so as to reduce Childe’s discomfort.

“Not at all, xiansheng,” Childe shakes his head. “And the lesson?” he prompts.

“It is ‘the proper timing for self-introductions,’” he answers smoothly.

Childe blinks, then blinks again. It occurs to him rather suddenly how exactly he had swaggered into Zhongli’s day; Childe forced him to make time for him without a care in the world for the other man’s schedule in order to meet the Fatui’s contact in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor - all under the pretext of learning more about Liyuen culture. Not only that, but apparently, in the past few hours of their shared company, not once has he given the man his name?

Well this is embarrassing… He understands now why Zhongli had called him ‘my dear diplomat’ of all things.

Hoping the light of the setting sun will blanket the heat in his cheeks, Childe lets out a laugh in an attempt to save himself.

“You can call me ‘Childe,’” he says cheekily.

Zhongli’s eyes widen noticeably for only a moment before his expression softens into a smile. “A fitting name,” is all he says, and though his words can be interpreted as a jab at the Snezhnayan, Childe hears none of the teasing lilts he’d heard earlier inside the pavilion.

“I’ll be in your care from now on, xiansheng.”

“Likewise.”

Zhongli makes no move to walk him back to Northland Bank, only smiling amicably in farewell as the young diplomat heads home alone. A pity, considering Childe thinks he had expressed his interest in the man clearly enough. As he walks up the steps next to the jewelry shop he uses as a sort of landmark, Childe found himself wishing he could have stayed in the man’s company for a little while longer.

They will be quick to seduce, but never pursue, his elders sing in his ears.

But Childe is already deaf to their tune.

NEXT →

NOTES: The title is kinda stupid but I was trying to translate a folk song from Albania ("O bylbyl me pika pika") into English in a way that made sense. I hope you can indulge me.

#genshin impact fic #zhongchi #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin impact fanfic #nika snippets #o young peacock #oyp

[inkybloom-luv]

Words Unsaid 8, Tigers

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This one is a shorter one y'all! Today was more of a rest day and I will be spending tmr writing more and doing more story wise I promise!! I just need some time to figure out how to add one of my favourite events in, which shouldn't be hard but I want to save all that for the next part!!

Part 1 Masterpost Part 7 Part 9

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The Asim family estate was.. absolutely gigantic. Overwhelming almost. Almost. It was fine because it was quiet, but Inky was sort of glad she didn't live in a place as grand when she couldn't find her way around. But she didn't have to. She had Jamil, ever reliable, the desert mirage refusing to fade before her. Kalim had left for his parents when they arrived so now Jamil was walking around and showing them around the lavish and honestly a bit excessive home of the Asim family.

It was nice at first and Inky and Jamil did enjoy it until Jamil sped up a little and that made Inky call out to him. It wasn't the first time, and since they were heading out to the garden, well.. park, right now, Inky decided to be brave. She decided to reach for a bit of his hand, he let her. His fingers were calloused from all his work but Inky didn't mind. His hand was warm. Or at least the bit that she held was. Jamil noted how her hands had bandaids in a lot of places, who knows from what, but it wasn't all that great. Still, it would be fine because she would heal quickly.

They walked and Jamil told her about the animals they'd kept at the park here, how they roamed freely and why, that they were all peaceful and trained, had been raised by humans since they were young in most cases, even though it went against their very nature usually. But still there were peaceful tigers roaming and living amongst elephants and peacocks. And that made Inky stop, which in turn stopped Jamil.

"You have tigers here?" She blinked, her eyes gathering light as she seemed to animate more, come a little more to life.

"Yes, we do.. they are used to humans and seem to like them. I'm guessing you'd like to see?" Jamil asked her, to which they nodded furiously. Alright then, to the tigers they went.. well not directly to them, but they walked around to find one. Seeing a tiger was certainly a wish Jamil could fulfill right then. They did find one, one of the older tigers and a very sweet lady. Slowly they approached, Jamil leading her and helping Inky navigate the carnivorous creature.

Jamil deemed it safe, so after a bit of getting used to Inky's presence and some light getting to know eachother, the old tigress did allow Inky to softly stroke her fur, just a little. And Inky was amazed, the look she gave Jamil, with the stars of the desert night sky seeming to reflect in them although it was midday, his heart skipped. He could feel it again, that sensation of falling. He was falling for her. But he wouldn't say anything. He wouldn't admit it to himself. There was no way after all. Even when she pulled him in next to her to sit under a tree in the semi shade a little while later he wouldn't admit it.

She expressed her wish to spend time with him again in the city, just him and her. She wasn't quite looking at him when she said that, a little too nervous to do so, but Jamil agreed. A little while passed in which Jamil thought about something.

"why aren't you afraid of me? Why is it that you look me in the eyes so carelessly when I could easily take advantage?"

"Because you feel safe to me, you feel like my room at home, only less lonely. I spent a lot of time in my room at home because it was my safe space. Sure you hurt me but your anger wasn't directed at me. Besides, how could I be scared after last night? I liked that. Being held by you. It was probably the best comfort I've received in a while" Inky said, which made Jamil stare a little in slight disbelief. Inky moved closer, as did he. They both did until a tiny rock fell on Jamil's head.

One of the monkeys had decided to wreak havoc and thigh he usually would've been upset, he couldn't be, not when Inky was laughing about it and it just sounded amazing. Maybe he was talking after all.. and maybe that was okay, just this once.

♪~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♪

@dove-da-birb

@krenenbaker

@azulashengrottospiano

@leonistic

@escaaaaaanyeh

@az-flaming-sword

@cy-inky

#inky's works #drabble #→yuu sona things #jamil x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil fluff #jamil x mc #jamil viper fluff #jamil viper x mc #jamil x oc #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fluff #twst angst #twisted wonderland fluff #twisted wonderland angst

[squeezesublime]

Dereon Churchwell

This is Dereon Churchwell, a hopeful potential contestant for @townieandy's Bachelor Challenge

Age: 34 y/o

Pronouns: he/him/his

Sexuality: bisexual

Traits: adventurous, hot-headed, overachiever

Dereon, son of Chadwick and Luna Churchwell, is a Chestnut Ridge native who moved away after high school to pursue his interest in veterinarian medicine in Appaloosa Plains. Dereon's interest in becoming a veterinarian started at a young age. His parents routinely volunteered at the local wildlife shelter, allowing Dereon to do everything from clipping cat nails to catching crickets.

During his studies in Appaloosa Plains, Dereon was the recipient of the Delgato Wildlife Preservation Scholarship. This allowed him to travel the world while providing care to everything from peacocks to polar bears (which left him with some "unintended" markings to remind him of his travels). Dereon now finds himself returning back to Chestnut Ridge in seek of a different pace of life than he has been used to the past several years.

Likes: telling stories, playing the guitar and the piano, lemonade and other citrus drinks, hearing rainfall from inside, R&B music, savory potato chip flavors, rafting

Dislikes: the color red, romcom movies, gossiping, being told what to do, formal attire (more uncomfortable than anything else), cutting his hair

Fun Facts:

Although Chestnut Ridge is known for everyone owning horses, Dereon has never owned his own horse!

He makes the most amazing sweet potato bread!

He has perfect pitch!

Skills:

Veterinarian - Level 4

Singing - Level 3

Guitar - Level 2

Baking - Level 1

#the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4cc #ts4 portraits #ts4 cas #simblr

[hulijingemperor2]

Rusong: A-Die, team dimple. Guess what.

Yao: ouyang Zizhen has a crush on you.

Rusong: how do you know?

Yao: Song'er, you resemble me. Obviously everyone will find you attractive.

Rusong: that's true, that's true.

Xue yang: it takes a simp to know a simp.

Thay young sect leader was drooling over you.

Rusong: uncle muffin. Don't make it sound like that.

Mo xuanyu: but it's true.

Look Songsong. You slay ok. You're gorgeous.

Su she: he reminded me of me, towards my Huangdi.

Rusong: what to do, A-Die?

Yao: keep him. And let him please you.

See how I have team d, wrapped around my finger.

Team d: *blushing*

Yao: if I tell them to kneel, they'll get on their knees.

I don't even need to tell them. I just have to look their way.

The mighty Zewu Jun does the same.

Rusong: wow. I noticed.

Yao: Anyways dear. The harem is a part of emperor culture. You're advised to have one if you wish.

It's a good thing, as you're a hulijing because hulijings need masculine energy.

Rusong: you're right A-Die. And I want to follow in your footsteps.

That's the only way I'll be an influential and powerful emperor.

Yao: lovely Song'er. You will be very powerful.

Rusong: thank you!

But A-Die, how to tell her? And what to tell her.

Yao: maybe go on a triple date. And tell her that ouyang Zizhen has feelings for you.

Rusong: mn.

Yao: she would understand. She saw xue yang and team dimple being simps 24/7.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege. *pouts*

Xue yang: gosh, supermodels. We're very classy when it comes to simping. Lan lips is the simp.

Su she: he's a very annoying simp.

Yao: see what I mean, Song'er.

I'm so proud of you! Bringing cultivators on your knees.

That's my son.

Rusong: I think it's the dimples.

Yao: it's everything, darling.

Xue yang: you two rule the Jianghu indeed with your hotness.

Yao: right.

*whispers to Rusong* It's kind of amusing to see them fight over you.*

Rusong: *covers his laughter with his fan*

~~~

Afterwards~

Pine Pavilion 📍

A-qing: *hugging Rusong* Dimples.

Rusong: *kisses* what about my Dimples?

A-qing: they're adorable.

Rusong: haha. You're adorable. *dabs nose*

A-qing: where are we going later? Sect leader Qin.

Rusong: well, Qin Furen. maybe somewhere romantic.

We can head to the family farmhouse in Jingjing.

A-qing: farmhouse?

Rusong: mn. A hideaway used by A-Die and his concubines.

A-qing: aw. So it's a romantic hideout?

Rusong: yes it is.

Just a few staff and gardeners.

And us.

A-qing: how romantic of you, princey.

Rusong: mhm.

The farmhouse is just a mansion on a garden estate.

Well it's smaller than a mansion.

Like a villa.

A-qing: awww. I love it when you measure in mansions.

Rusong: it's a habit. *laughing* Ling gege does the same.

A-qing: what about the peacock.

Rusong: uncle Zish is completely out of it. He sees a 4 room house as a single room or a hall.

A-qing: omg.

Rusong: yea, lol.

but, A-qing. I have something to tell you.

A-qing: yea Rusong.

Rusong: I'm going to invite my friend, sect leader ouyang.

As he's in love with me.

A-qing: what?! Is he going to steal you from me?! I'll beat him up. Where's my stick!

Rusong: relax, Fa Mulan.

*kisses* I will always love you.

You're my future empress.

Yet I'm continuing the trend of having a harem.

A-qing: good! You're mine and I'm your empress.

Rusong: I hope you're not upset. *caresses her face*

A-qing: *smiles* definitely not.

And you're the future emperor. It's the norm. Also, everyone falls in love with that face.

You have the Jianghu on their knees.

Rusong: yea, love.

I'm so glad you understand. And I can't help being gorgeous.

A-qing: you're so right.

Rusong: mn.

Get ready, darling.

We'll be leaving soon.

Later on, in the evening......

Ouyang Zizhen: *waiting for Rusong in the hall, while admiring a beautiful painting of Rusong* those hulijings are right. Their prince is hella attractive. And in real life too.

Huangdi already has the Jianghu in a chokehold.

A-qing: who are you looking at?!

Ouyang Zizhen: Rusong. I mean, no one.

A-qing: *glares.*

Ouyang Zizhen: I'm the sect leader. Ouyang Zizhen. And I won't steal Rusong Dianxia from you.

A-qing: you can't do that, because  you'll get beaten.

Ouyang Zizhen: wow.

I feel like I know you from somewhere.

Where are you from?

A-qing: Yi city, aka coffin town.

Ouyang Zizhen: ohhhh. That's where I saw you from!! You were that pretty girl with the almond eyes and round face. And the jet black hair, straight like a pin.

Rusong Dianxia has some good taste.

A-qing: were you stalking me?

Ouyang Zizhen: no. I was just night hunting with my friends, and I saw you.

And being the poetic I am, I just wrote down a description of you.

Then when I saw Dianxia, I wrote on him as well.

A-qing: I'm telling Rusong!

Ouyang Zizhen: no no no no. Don't tell him! 

I'll explode! *cries* and you have to bury my corpse!

Aqing: You know Rusong will find out either way.

Ouyang Zizhen: speaking of him, where is Rusong anyway?

*looks around* prince Rusong.

A-qing: don't look for him.

And you know he's a diva. His staff is maybe getting him ready.

Rusong: ehem. *entering with his entourage*

Rusong holds an opened fan while his beautifully embroidered robes flew with the wind.

He smiles at his entourage cheerfully, showcasing his dimples and that brilliant smile~ both inherited from A-Yao.

A-qing: *blushing: Rusong.

Ouyang Zizhen: oh.....goodness.

(Is it even right to have a crush on him. He's my friend, Jinling's cousin and a prince. I'm a little clan leader in his midst.)

Rusong: hi Zizhen.

Ouyang: *blush* I'm Zizhen?

Rusong: of course you are!

Ouyang Zizhen: *laughing*

Rusong: *confused*

Ouyang Zizhen: your painting looks better than you, Foxy. Hehe.

Wait I mean, you look better than your painting.

Rusong: ah.....thank you.

A-qing: what is wrong with you.

He's my Rusong.

Rusong: *closes fan* Zizhen, this is my girlfriend. A-Qing.

Ouyang zizhen: my competition?!

I mean.......shit! Sorry bro!

That's your girl, I got it.

Rusong: mhm.

Ouyang Zizhen: you look gorgeous.

Rusong: thank you, Ouyang Zongzhu.

How is your new role?

Ouyang Zizhen: it's going great. Next week I'm supposed to host a night hunt.

Rusong: oh lovely. We should plan a night hunt with our friends.

Ouyang Zizhen: that would be fun.

Rusong: I agree.

Ouyang Zizhen: want to cultivate with you.

Sect leader Qin.

A-qing: *rolls eyes*

Rusong: *laughs*

Ouyang Zizhen: future Huangdi. *kneels* if I offended you. Forgive me. You can step on me if you wish.

Rusong: lol no, Zizhen! You're just really funny today! What's up with you?

Please stand up. *supports him*

Ouyang Zizhen: *almost melts*

Rusong: you're acting like team dimple.

Ouyang Zizhen: pfft! What? Team d?!

I'm not a simp like them.

Rusong: yea right. Haha.

A-qing, Zizhen. Are you guys ready? We're going to the farmhouse.

Both: right behind you!!

Rusong: I hope you guys got familiar with each other. While I was getting ready.

A-qing: yea. Ouyang Zizhen is a simp.

Ouyang Zizhen: A-qing is a bigger simp.

A-qing: never. I just love Rusong.

Ouyang Zizhen: well I do too!

A-qing: *gasps*

Rusong: A-Die is so right. It is fun to look at.

Both: what?

Rusong: ah, nothing. Let's go.

~~~

At the farmhouse 📍.

A-qing; this place is beautiful!

Rusong: I knew you would love it.

Ouyang Zizhen: heck yea, Dianxia. You have the best stuff!

Rusong: make yourselves comfy. *makes his Fox tail appear* ah. I'm so relaxed.

*takes off his outer robes*

Ouyang Zizhen: such a tiny waste.

A-qing: stop looking at it.

Ouyang Zizhen: but Rusong is attractive.

Rusong: I got some gifts for you two.

Both: gifts!!

A-qing: *blushing* you don't need to hrt me anything.

Rusong: of course I must.

Open your gifts, while I explain something. *hands them wrapped boxes, then took a seat.

Rusong: you two are a part of my harem.

When I'm the emperor, A-qing will be my empress.

And I'm granting you the position as a concubine.

Ouyang Zizhen: *turns red* I'm....I'm speechless.....I don't know how honoured I feel.....You're my muse.... I *talking gibberish*

I have a shrine dedicated to you!

Rusong: omg. Relax. Don't catch a heart attack.

Ouyang Zizhen: h...how...did you get to like me?

Rusong: Ouyang Zongzhu. We're friends, and I'm impressed in your talent in the arts.

That's some real concubine qualifications.

You have also protected my citizens.

Then, I'm a Meng. Of course people will be attracted to me. Us Mengs won't break anyone's hearts.

Rejection from a Meng is worst than death.

Ouyang Zizhen: ahhh. I'm so happy I impressed you. *kneels and kisses his hand*

Rusong: one thing I must tell you is that.

I need masculine energy, as I'm a hulijing.

Ouyang Zizhen: anything for Dianxia!!!

Rusong: lovely.

Ouyang Zizhen: what to do with my hulijing girlfriends then?

Rusong: they will understand.

A-qing: Rusong. You got me jeweled bracelets. How adorable. Thank you.

Rusong: *kisses* no problem, beloved.

A-qing: I love you.

Rusong: I love you too.

Ouyang Zizhen: waw, Rusong. These are rare poem books! They're so valuable! You're amazing! *hugs tightly*

Rusong: no problem!

Ouyang Zizhen: *kneels* but Rusong. How am I supposed to address you when you become emperor?

A-qing: Huangdi.

Ouyang Zizhen: pfft....I know that.

But should I call you master, lord, Huangdi, Huangshang?

Rusong: ah, I love all of these. But Song Huangdi would be fine.

Just call me Rusong for now.

Ouyang Zizhen: I'll continue calling you Dianxia. *blushing* 

Rusong: very nice. If you wish.

A-qing: *preparing tea for Rusong*

Ouyang Zizhen: *kisses his hand* is that a guzheng in that corner?

May I play something for you?

Rusong: of course you can.

A-qing: here's your tea, dear.

Rusong: aw, thank you A-qing.

A-qing: *began to brush his floof*

Rusong: *sips*

Zizhen. Don't let Ling gege know about this yet. He may try to beat you up.

Ouyang Zizhen: yes Dianxia!

Ouyang Zizhen: *plays the guzheng*

Rusong: *relaxing*

It thought you two were going to fight.

A-qing: not again, Rusong. And you're so beautiful.

Ouyang Zizhen: nah, Dianxia.

We rather not fight.

Rusong: well, ok.

*closes his eyes*

You're so excellent at the guzheng.

Ouyang Zizhen: thank you, Dianxia. 

A-qing: *hugs Rusong's floof* Songsong.

Can I have a kiss?

Rusong: you don't need to ask.

Come closer.

A-qing: *snuggles next to him.

Rusong: *kisses gracefully*

A-qing: aw. *blushing*

Rusong: *caresses her face*

A-qing: Rusong. You and your dimples.

*kisses his dimple*

Rusong: *smile*

Zizhen, you also want a kiss?

Ouyang Zizhen: huh? *blushing*

Rusong: yea. Aren't we all on a date?

Ouyang Zongzhu: D....Dianxia.

I'm so honoured.

*puts his face next to him*

Rusong: *kisses*

Ouyang Zizhen: *heart racing*

Rusong: how do you feel?

Ouyang Zizhen: I feel like I'm in heaven!

Rusong: mn. Really delightful.

A-qing: you're so charming.

Rusong: I'm very much flattered.

Ah, let me show you guys the art gallery. *opens fan*

Ouyang Zizhen: I thought this was a villa. You have a whole art gallery here!

A-qing: that's so cool.

The Mengs must be huge art enthusiasts.

Rusong: yes. A-Die ordered that all his residences should have fine art. And commissioned portraits of the family.

A-qing: too fancy.

Rusong: mhm. It's not as big as Jing Manor's though.

~~~

~ strolling~

Ouyang Zizhen: Dianxia. How's Huanghou? I heard she's expecting.

Rusong: yes. A-niang is fine.

And A-Die is taking good care of her.

Ouyang Zizhen: that's so sweet!

I thought you guys have maids.

Rusong: of course. They help her too, but A-Die is being an ideal husband.

Ouyang Zizhen: amazing.

Huangdi is really sweet.

Rusong: mn.

A-qing: Nainai is so pretty in this portrait! As always.

Rusong: definitely. She's really beautiful.

Ouyang Zizhen: who's Nainai?

A-qing: Rusong's Nainai.

Rusong: haha, Meng taihou of fox spirits. But yes, my Nainai.

Ouyang Zizhen: oh.

Rusong: have you met Nainai and A-niang?

Ouyang Zizhen: no.....I only know Huangdi.

Rusong: come for A-niang's baby shower in two months.

And meet them.

Ouyang Zizhen: sure, Dianxia.

Can I call her Nainai?

Rusong: she would love that. But call her taihou first.

Ouyang Zizhen: ok, got it. Thanks for inviting me.

Rusong: no prob, concubine. Haha.

#the huli jing emperor #hulijing emperor 2 #meng yao #dimpledlianfang #foxyao #jin guangyao #part 2 #jin zixuan #the untamed #su she #jin rusong

[incarnateirony]

Oh, by the way, Shea. You once tried to color my lineart. Of the many things we bit our tongue on,

My lineart on the left from 2009 or so, when I lived in Texas, before we were ever together. The right was you coloring it during the second wave of our relationship in the late 20-teens.

It's a perfect illustration even in lineart of you fucking things up and taking lazy routes, like deleting half of the eyes, much less the... the... I mean.

How about this, take my own art of the same essence, from around 2002, because again, I was the only one invested for a lifetime,

I was young, I drew it on a corner of paper and it's ancient, so it has the resolution of a thumbnail and that is what it is, and such is the cost of a lifetime of work ironically dating, but I'm pretty sure how you can see a literal teenager had better vision in every sense, and here it did have the singular eye for sake of size, sure, but the rest of it is just a perfect example of you butchering everything of mine you trace over.

You literally have no shame.

That wasn't a fucking scarf around his neck, Shea.

It was a snake.

(...and part of his wing but you're good at cutting those.)

AND YOU CUT OFF HIS FIBER OPTIC TAIL TO SHOVE HIM IN GREECE. or a very lazy egypt with no defining hieroglyphics.

That's what the wires behind him were Shea!! My guy literally connected to Akasha Internet with Peacock Fiber Optics, my gal. You fucked up the thing again, and it's a perfect example how you've fucked it up the whole time while trying to trace.

Cut him out of his element to shove him into another time you decided he belonged in, and thought his snake was a scarf to wear!!! You know, the one who can't see for shit at night unless it's a full moon because somebody fucked up him and his ancient family's eyes.

Even the underbelly, you didn't understand the highlighting, and it looks nothing like a snake belly now, I don't know WHAT the fuck that is, but you keep fucking up that it's all snakes!!! and where did the seraph wings go even in the under-wrap i just. ITS ALL SNAKES SHEA. ITS A SNAKE IN A HELMET WEARING A SNAKE CONNECTED TO AKASHA INTERNET

Maam, the wire tail framed akasha through infinite monitors. That is literally where he belonged, and was always placed, and I just couldn't finish because my connective tissue disorder gave out before finishing his wing much less the walls. But his cable tail was there and you cut it to displace him.

Like deadass even in the stupid roleplays you loved, that thing only existed in the halls of digital akasha, or on full moon nights. On the original I had ironically turned up the brightness to hide some wire scratches I never finished either but you can still see them on the wall behind him, as well as his tail starting under him, and you fucked it up.

What is not clicking. Also why the fuck are his talons blurple.

NO SERIOUSLY, EVEN IN YOUR STUPID GAMES!

CRAZY COCAINE BEAR LADY HUMPING MY DO NOT HUMP CAT DISTRIBUTION SYSTEM, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THAT WHETHER IT'S AARON, ASH, OR WHAT YOU CALL HERMES OR THOTH OR WHATEVER OF THE DAY, YOU ARE NOT IN THIS GAME LOBBY, YOU HAVE YOUR OWN SERVER, PLEASE HOP THE FUCK OFF MY FLOPPY DISK NOT ONLY HAVE YOU MIXED UP YOUR COSMIC DATA AND PLAY DISCS, YOU'RE TRYING TO PLAY ON MINE AND IT'S FREAKING WEIRD

YOU ARE A PIECE OF CRAP PERSON. IT'S A GOLDMINE OF A QUOTE. HENRY IS FUCKING TIRED AND YOU WON'T TAKE A MESSAGE. WHAT EVEN IS THIS MOVIE

seriously lady what isn't clicking, "Min" was the fucking helmet. Almost like a Persona mask or something idk. Try that hat on. secret third trick to pop a lid. there's a jar in a box under a nuclear reactor in the bottom of the sea o/~ Happy listening! Who taught you the sounds of the ineffable? Who taught you ANYTHING you have corrupted?

You cannot harass us back, you will just destroy us both, and that includes you.

Amenti, Shea.

My name is Aaron. I misheard "ah Min" from what I thought was "Ash". I added to it with other random stuff as an idiot kid I had around me. It became Minerva, then went back to Min. But it was always Aaron. The halls of Amenti were calling. I asked who I was and it answered. "Min" is just the first Rumpocky incident, and you're even feeding on the corpse of my mistakes wholesale, and refuse to stop. Kinda like me yelling that you're Cowardly Maya and you heard Mara. Same energy. Same misheard lyrics.

You aren't in this game lobby. You're still doing the Idiot Kid part in your mid-thirties because you've refused to listen for a hundred lifetimes.

I'm not just being mean when I say you were literally the problem and slowed me down five or ten years with your distractions and letting you throw haze over the path trying to Everybody's Interpretations Equal every time your shit didn't make sense, or was contrary, or we winced at you displacing him and cutting off his tail but not wanting to disincentivize you trying to grow your art, or whatever. You were literally in my way, and got angrier when I stopped letting you lead us both down into roleplay and channeling distractions land, and now we're here. With you stalking me years later and refusing to understand why. And you accidentally Belief*ing in me until I am the cosmic GM that is breaking and rearranging your system from home base. And you aren't in this game lobby.

The only reason any of you is here at all is you keep trying to break in, and I decided to acquiesce to your weird screaming banging on the cucumber latch road shortcut door pissing on the floor stalking, and it's not going as great for you as you think.

Henry is tired, Shea, he just wants out of your cages. You can't own me anymore, even if you got confused about who I was. And he thinks you're a piece of crap person and bad bird parent. An alchemically lid popped goldmine of a quote you happened to catch while ~working on something. Happy listening. I guess.

Human Vesuvius two, electric boogaloo. The citizens couldn't see the signs. They thought they would be fine.

#piratecandyrumpockyridingsniffmakesbuttrumhoopleborpna #woman i literally work in halls of reflection #will you stop trying to copy lives #it won't work #every day i log into a Unified Platform powered by Genesys to reflect people's own psychodome #between guiding a bunch of socials #even sitting here #in a game skin #while you keep trying to summon one or honestly several of mine #you're really fucking up the weather in here #madam it is not a fucking metaphor #you still think virtual systems ready is irrelevant huh #like you are so lost to your own mess you actively refuse gnosis #lady #you want real bad to find a way to write me to be the baddy here #it's you you're the baddy #it's you and it's here and it's a con and it's in the room with you #my brothers my daddy my ancestral memory my soul #not yours now hop the fuck off of me #that's my save file and you're fucking it up #so now it's fucking YOU up #IT SHOULD NOT BE THIS FUCKING DIFFICULT TO DUMP YOU CRAZY COCAINE BEAR LADY

[barrenstars]

back home letta wasn't allowed any pets. her parents claimed having one would distract her from her schooling, that it would most likely take up too much of her attention, even if they did have people around to take care of it while letta was busy. it was cruel, she thinks. she always wanted a pet, maybe a dog or a cat; a horse or even a peacock. the list of wanted pets was long, and perhaps that's why when she found out some sinners in the mbcc had some letta was overly excited to meet them. she's already ran into anne's cats, which were adorable and very comforting when letta needed a cut on her knee cleaned, but she's heard about the lady with the snake! and today she was going to go and introduce herself to her.

the truth was, letta has wanted to meet this woman for so long. from what she's heard from other's, she sounds so fun! other's call her creepy, saying she's 'something straight out of a haunted circus', while others say she's very polite and beautiful. so today, after breakfast, the young girl finds herself strolling around the mbcc ( through the walls and all, ) to locate this spectacular woman! and she comes across her soon enough, apparently relaxing in the recreation room, minding her own business.

❝ aha! i finally found you, miss serpent! ❞ excitedly, the young girl gives a happy bounce, cuddling her lantern close to her chest. ❝ i've been dying to meet you, you see! i've heard so many fun stories about you, i also heard you have a snake! ❞ scurrying over, letta sits down by her side, clearly no concept of personal space at the moment. however, that changes in a split second as her smile drops and is easily replaced with embarrassment. ❝ o-oh, i'm so sorry! i didn't even introduce myself... i'm letta! i'm new here. ❞ @deathfavor / starter for serpent!

#LETTA. / threads #deathfavor #deathfavor: serpent #l.etta thinks shes so cool

[kachawo]

Happy Birthday Wei Ying!

For his birthday, I want all the Wwxs to meet.

Child wei ying, first disciple wei wuxian, the yiling partriarch, the ressurected.

It’ll be confusing first, don’t you think?

15 y/o wwx would be sooo confused: why are you so skinny? And why is the future us shorter than you?

Mxy!wwx: is the height the only thing you noticed?

Baby wei yimg would be just there, silently watching his counterparts speak over each other with a cute little absent expression.

And yllz!wwx would be drinking the hell out of those wine jars mxy!wwx has in the jingshi

Yllz!wwx: we’re we always this scraggly?

15 y/o wwx: you’re one to talk! You look like a skeleton!

It’s all so chaotic and fun at the same time. Sure, if any sane person saw this scene it would sound insane. To enjoy the company of yourself? Insanity.

Both yllz!wwx and mxy!wwx envy the joy their younger self still has, the light in his eyes that they can never recover again. They indulge in this little temporary space they’ve made for themselves in this world, knowing that it won’t last forever.

They care for baby wei yimg like they do with a-yuan, they make him smile, break him out of his wary instinct.

15 y/o wwx tells him tales of his new home, the rivers and lakes, lotuses, the kind people. While the older two listen in with pained smiles, one more than the other.

“You’ll meet the most beautiful and kindest shijie ever.” Their teenage self would say.

Baby wei yimg would smile, comforted by the fact that someday, he would have a home, would have someone to love him and care for him.

Both young wwxs wouldn’t notice how yllz!wwx’s face curls in longing, and how mxy!wwx would flinch.

It’s painful, it’s the truth, it’s something they both ran away from.

“I miss her.” Yllz!wwx would admit, “It’s been a few months since I saw her. Heard she had a kid.”

While mxy!wwx would say nothing.

“Her kid’s name is Jin Ling.” He would whisper, “He’s just like his uncle.”

15 y/o wwx would joke that, jc would be a sour looking uncle. “So she really married the peacock?”

“Speaking of children. How’s a-yuan?” Yllz!wwx asks.

Then, mxy!wwx would go on and on about how good he’s been, how much he has grown, what his courtesy was, all with a fond smile.

“Aiya, he really acts so much like Lan Zhan.”

And then they all promptly discover that mxy!wwx is actually married to lan wangji.

“Eh?! That fuddy-duddy?!” 15 y/o wwx sputters, face red.

“We-we went back to gusu with him?” Yllz!wwx mutters, a bit hopeful.

“He’s patient with me, he understands and he wait. You have no idea how much Lan Zhan loves us.”

Mxy!wwx says. “I can’t imagine living a life where he isn’t a part of it.”

“That’s why.” He points accusingly towards both of them. “You both better suck it up, and treat him better for god’s sake!”

“Hah?!” “Stop shamelessly disrespecting him you young fool! And you!” He points to yllz!wwx.

“Hear him out.” he says softly, “Gusu isn’t meant to be a prison, he wants to protect you.”

And when it’s all settled down, and they’re back to chattering chaotically once more. A small, shy yet bright giggle blooms from between them.

Baby wei yimg looks at all of them with a satisfied smile, so young and childish, so innocent and free.

“I’m really happy we have a home!” He says with a smile.

A fond huff from all of them, and soft smiles.

A home, was Lotus Pier,

And even if it was on borrowed time. A home, was with refuges who only had each other, till the end of their lives.

And now. A home was with the clouds.

“Yeah.” Wei Wuxian says to himself.

“I’m glad we had a home.”

And he wakes up, birds chirping and sun light seeping through the windows.

“Happy Birthday, Wei Ying.” His husband greets him fondly.

This is home.

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