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ooc// FML I moved from this side blog to @tosxah as a main bc i felt bad about ppl getting randomly followed by a dead owari rp

ciaoooo

#ooc

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Childe crossed his arms looking rather unimpressed. "Im 1 of 7 kids, do you really think this will work?" He did give a quick side glance to a a man who was looking at them funny though.

Time to start plan B now.

She shrieks.

"A MEGA EVIL GUY! HE'S TRYING TO ROB MY RESPECTABLE FEMININITY!" Lumine is shouting, Paimon Is shouting even louder. She is going to cause a scene and she will be dramatic about it.

#HES A MIDDLE CHILD there is nothing u can do #NOTHING #nagareboshiko #other than the lay down kick fury #thats the ultimate combat move for younger siblings #crack

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"AHEM Dont go making accusations when your boobs sound like the bells of St Sophia's."

@tosxah Replied to your post “Childe pats down his own pockets... where'd his...”

Girly I dont mean to impose but have you gained a little.... weight?

Eyes up Tartaglia

#HES A KNIGHT AND A GeNTLEMAN AND WAS deffinitely taking a peek but not the point #crack #nagareboshiko

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raw lines from a variety of sources ... sentence starters

"Then perish."

"Pick a god and pray."

"Even fate picks its favorites."

"Everything happens so much."

"I pity the fool that lives like you."

"Then become the dirt I walk on."

“Confidence is quiet. You’re not.”

"I am a monument to all your sins."

“You said I killed you. Haunt me, then!”

“Do I look like the kind of man who dies?“

"You cannot kill me in a way that matters."

"If you want me to die you can just say so."

"Violence for violence is the rule of beasts."

"Your secrets are safe with my indifference."

"Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?"

"We might be in the history God abandoned."

"I will face God and walk backwards into hell."

"I can’t go to Hell. I’m all out of vacation days."

"The light inside me is broken, but I still work."

"Don't leave me, dear. Haunt me like a memory."

"I commend my soul to any god that can find it."

“I have been through hell and come out singing.”

"I will die on this hill before I bend on this matter."

"You are strong, child. But I am beyond strength."

"If there can be no victory, then I will fight forever."

"I cannot hold back the tide of your bad decisions."

“What an exhausting thing it is to be called a hero.“

"To become God is the loneliest achievement of all."

"You cannot condemn those who build your throne."

"No cause is lost as long as one fool is left to fight for it."

"You kneel before my throne unaware it was built on lies."

"My ancestors are smiling on me. Can you say the same?"

"If God wanted you to live, he would not have created me."

“Love is like ghosts; Few have seen it, but everybody talks.”

“I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.”

“I hope you heal from the things no one ever apologized for.“

"If you should ever get to heaven, I’ll be there to make it hell."

"No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle."

"You either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain."

"God has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished."

"Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you’ve won."

"There’s no point in being grown up if you can’t act childish at times."

"You could sooner divert a river from its course than deny my nature."

"We both stared into the abyss, but when it looked back… you blinked."

"I will seize destiny by the throat and force it into the shape of my choosing."

"The anger in your heart warms you now, but will leave you cold in your grave."

"I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me."

"If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight just like I always have."

"Do you think God lives in heaven because he, too, fears what he has created?"

"I forgive but I will never, ever forget. Don’t mistake my kindness for gullibility."

“Someday you will have to answer for your actions, and god may not be so merciful.”

"What is better? To be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?"

“You are alone, child. There is only darkness for you, and only death for your people.”

"You took a pure and beautiful thing, and you beat out everything good, to suit your ends."

"We all make mistakes. That’s what happens when you’re brave enough to make decisions."

“I am not responsible for actions of the imaginary version of me you have inside your head.“

"I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough."

“They dropped the world on your shoulders and called you Atlas. How long can you hold the weight?”

"I’ve heard it said that we only gain wisdom through suffering. And tonight I intend to make you very wise."

"Stand in the ashes of a thousand dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. Their silence is your answer."

"The world should have protected you, but you have been asked to protect it. What an honor. What an injustice."

"Across all worlds, all times, no matter what you do or what you become: You are nothing less than beautiful."

"The bar was so low it was practically an tripping hazard in hell… yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil."

"What can one do in the face of such monumental loss but breathe a weary sigh, for the world is a little quieter now."

"I hear your questions constantly. They come to me in my dreams like a prophet receiving visions from an angry god."

"I see now that the circumstances of one’s birth are irrelevant; it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are."

"Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. And the more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have."

"Always remember that the crowd that applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show."

"One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled."

#starters #rp starter

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// if i had a penny every time I RPd Russian boys with blue eyes in an Oriental country being hunted by foreign agencies with much older men interested in them and elite combat capabilities, i'd have 2 pennies. Which isnt much but it's weird it's happened twice.

#ooc #who knew Mika and Childe had so much in common

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// feel like I should prolly just make this into an actual blog rather than a side blog bc im getting into this more than I thought I would fml

#its like #time right? i dont have time #but itd be so much better than following people on my dead owari blog #problem is the moment i do I BET ill drop it bc thats what im like #ooc #rambles

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Her head drops on his shoulder, the sound of the sea lulling her mind peacefully. She struggles to keep her eyes open, Childe's scent tickling her nose in a way that has become way too familiar now. Perhaps for once she can allow herself to fully rest in his presence.

For a traveller, to read the stars was a necessity but also a curse. If he didnt know the formations, what each dot meant, then he could look at them and at least pretend he was home. However, he had long come to know that he was past the point of no return. Of course he was Snezhnayan, a dutiful and proud Harbinger. But he missed the road when home, he missed his home on the road. There was no solace in places, only people. At what point had she'd become one of those people? He didnt want to acknowledge it, forced himself not to think about it. He knew where his duty lies and it was to the Tsarista. But the warmth by his side, the sound of her steady breathing, the weight of her body against him made him forget the map of the stars. Even if just for a moment.

"You'll catch a cold out here, Girly." He spoke lowly, almost in a whisper.

#nagareboshiko #chilumi #i dont have many straight ships but oml i hate them so much #its your fault too i hope u know

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝

The idea of Lumine meeting his other younger siblings gave him an oddly warm feeling. He loved the idea of it really. "Tonya- moya malen'kaya pryntsesa" he smiled with bouts of brotherly affection. "She's too old for being so young." Childe poured himself a second glass of water. "Much more mature than her older brother if you can believe it." Tartaglia gave his company a knowing look before downing the liquid. For only being 14 she was new second lady of the house after Ofeliya got married and of course mum is getting on in years... "Ah-" he sighed in satisfaction.

After placing down the glass he let out a chuckle to her disgust at his notion. "What are you saying? Think there's something wrong with being a Fatuu?" Which was what he knew the answer too. Thought they hadnt discussed it in length, he was aware she far from trusted the Fatui, actually Childe wasnt even completely sure she trusted him. But it was definitely a can of worms not worth opening... They had their own ideals and he was certain they both felt strongly about them.

Tartaglia was brought back to reality with the click of her fingers. "Dont worry. Im a professional." He replied as she walked away.

Childe made his way to his place on stage. The second half of the play would see the Knight do his best to out wit the Prince who uses him as a tool to rally the people of Pierogiland to stop making all their delicious savoury treats. At first all the people enjoyed the sweet treats of the Prince's kingdom, the workers enjoyed their time off from their shops. But soon grew to detest the lack of savoury and their lives crumbling. Their anger turned toward the Knight who was meant to protect them. And in the finale of the play the Knight's plan to trick the Prince comes to fruition but only by also tricking the people of Pierogiland too. The uprising slays the knight and exiles the prince and the people of both kingdoms learn to live in peace and harmony.

"I told you, Sire." The knight said with dying breath, holding out until the very end. He knelt before the Prince for the last time to parallel the end of the first act, smiling from ear to ear in knowing that his reign would be over soon. "I might have failed my people, but my people wont fail me." The other actors fought around them showing the the lengths the commoners would go to for the revolution. "It will be your end." The knight threw the words back at the Prince, the last words the knight heard before the curtain closed before the intermission. And with that, the Prince fell to the floor.

Not bad. He thought. Childe looked at the audience, Teucer and Klee looked pleased from what he could see and the others in the audience looked enthralled.

All The Worlds Are Staged

It was almost endearing to see Childe having such a strong devotion to his family; the way it reflected in the blue of his eyes, with calm and yet strong waves that carried those emotions with pride. Something, people he treasured more than anything else. Sometimes that look in his eyes, the way his chest would puff out in pride when he'd be talking about them- it only made her long for her own family even more.

"Ehh. I guess as the almighty Prince I shall meet your Princess one day." she was aware the Harbinger was part of a big family, if she wasn't wrong Teucer had mentioned Childe wasn't even his biggest brother.

"It was Tonya, wasn't it? Her name." it was the name that she heard the most from both of the siblings. Apparently their sister already knew more about the traveller than Lumine knew about that young girl, by the sound of all the letters that Childe had sent to Snezhnaya.

"It's a shame she couldn't be here today to enjoy our play too."

Someone from the staff announced that they only had a couple of minutes left before the first interval would be ready, politely requesting for everyone to get ready for the next act and clear up the area so the set could change for the next scene.

"Ew." her lips curled as if she just ate the most bitter almond tofu in her whole thousand-year existence "No thank you, I'd rather eat sand and roll down a cliff than do that." it was definitely not the right time to have that sort of discussion, especially if she didn't want to ruin her own mood and keep delivering her best performance for Klee, Teucer and the others.

So many questions were still unanswered, so many information were still lacking however...

There had never been any doubts in her mind about the matter; she might have not known enough about their goals, she could understand Childe to a degree- but she would never forgive them for the death they would bring to innocent people, mercilessly, cruelly even. She could not accept the Tsaritsa's way of doing things.

How many had died in Inazuma because of the delusions? How many people had been hurt in Sumeru because of their foul schemes? There was no noble excuse that could explain their doings, not when people like Teppei lost their lives to the Fatuis.

Lumine was perhaps just a mere witness in that world, but with Aether they were both stars that were meant to bring light to their travels; no darkness should taint her soul, no ice should ever extinguish their fire.

Even though that world already seemed to have swallowed Aether in shadows she was not able to reach.

Lumine shook away those miserable thoughts from her mind.

"C'mon Mr. Loser Knight," her fingers snapped in front of his nose "you better start focusing back on the next scene."

#bro tf am i writing #nagareboshiko #all the worlds are staged

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// Listen woman, this is your fault for putting this shit on knowing full well what im like

// I have @tosxah sitting next to me so traumatised, pointing at the tv and shouting "VIVI!!!!! LOOK I WOULD NEVER- WHY ARE THEY KISSING LIKE THIS IN FRONT OF CHILDREN" we are watching a trashy Christmas movie and I don't even know what's happening but hear her random commentary and I'm literally crying she's so funny

#ooc #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #except im actually just an arsehole who likes shit movies #but at least i make u laugh

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[TOUCH] make it angst make it angst

[TOUCH] The sender's touch is gentle as they explore a particularly sensitive scar on the receiver's skin. Tw. Harm, child abuse mention.

Ajax was littered with scars. As long as he could remember his body was marred in some way even if only slightly; scrapped knees and elbows from various raucous activities, fingers cut from fishing hooks or serrated knives, and there was also the time his father once hit him so hard he lost his balance and opened his chin on a kitchen chair. Perhaps he hadn't meant too, perhaps he forgot just how young his son was and Ajax almost didn't blame him- who else could do the damage he did to others at his age? Breaking the neighbour's kid's leg? How inconsiderate can you be? But we were playing soldiers.

I wanted to win.

By the time his long months in the abyss had passed that scar on his chin had become one of many and by the time he had grown into the adult he was today it had practically faded. You may mistake it for a shaving accident perhaps (if he could grow a beard). Or a natural divot in his skin. Ajax, however, knew it was there. He wasn't angry at his father and his old school notions of parenting for it, he rarely gave that punishment amongst the many much thought beyond how he had lost his balance.

His balance got better after that day.

It was also safe to say it was far from feeling sensitive now. It was simply a memory from his childhood. A lesson his dad had taught him.

Lumine's gloved hand was gentle and warm , perhaps it was that gentleness that caused a chill down his spine. Gentle wasn't a gesture he was used too. Her petite fingers brushed the tissue just above his left hip and he briefly caught his breath, his muscles stiffening ever so much.

After all this time, was it really so delicate? How strange... of all scars to still feel. It was this one.

Instinctively Ajax grabbed her hand in the split second his mind had tried to process it all. The breath, the stiffening sinews, the memory. Panic. It was brief and not something he often felt. It unsettled him. He released her hand as fast as he had held it. But the uncomfortable feeling it left created a heaviness in his chest.

"That's enough show and tell, Girly." Ajax did his best to keep his voice normal with a smile, despite his heart racing. How had this started again? Oh right, something about his pain tolerance, how some other injury was nothing compared to this. He didn't realise how right he was until she touched him.

#trigger warning #tw #harm #abuse #child abuse #okay so mun note: in my head his father isnt that tv stereotypical drunk abusive man #i think that he may have just had old school ideas of punishment and had no idea how to deal with ajax when maybe his older brothers were #more manageable #so i feel like when ajax was at his worst he may had resulted to physical punishment but it wasnt like all the time #i feel like when ajax was being bad his father may had just made him do physical labour or help neighbours etc #but i also think it wasnt like something that happened all the time either #nagareboshiko

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Sharing the Holiday Season Prompts

(Prompts for scenarios for muses spending time together over the holiday season. Some can be platonic as well as romantic! Add "+ 🔄" or "+ reverse" to reverse the scenario!)

☃️ Our muses go for a walk in the snow

☕ Your muse brings my muse a hot drink

🔥 Our muses sit in front of a fire together

🌿 Our muses kiss under the mistletoe

🕯️ Our muses put up holiday decorations

🍽️ Our muses prepare a holiday meal together

🛍️ Our muses go shopping for gifts

🛏️ Our muses stay in bed together because it's cold

🎁 Our muses give each other a present

🧣 My muse adjusts your muse's scarf

🤗 Our muses share a blanket

🧥 My muse gives your muse their coat

❄️ Our muses watch the snow fall together

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Your muse rescues my muse from an unwanted family gathering

🎄 My muse introduces your muse to one of their holiday traditions

#rp starter

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He observed as she patted away her sweat and grabbed the tissue thrown at him only to keep it in his hand, somehow he wasn't one who sweated a lot. 'Water doesn't come naturally to you' skirk had said and it somehow rained true in odd ways.

Childe listened to her and hummed in thought. "I'm already a knight." He stated, rather matter of factly. "To the most important princess in all of Teyvat." His duty was to Tonia, and to Teucer, to Anton, to his mother and of course to the Tsarista. But he was thinking about how he couldn't wait to pen this adventure to Tonia, though he was sure Teucer would tell her more than enough of the details.

Tartaglia took a cup of his own, drinking down the water in a few loud glugs before placing the empty container down with a satisfied sigh. "You, however," he smiled cunningly "what a good Fatui you'd be!" He became dramatic with his words, a hand on his chest, the other presented outward. "Strong, capable- you'd be able to lead a charge without issue I'm sure." Lowering his hand, he placed his hands in his pockets. His trousers had pockets. Kaeya was a wizard. "You'd be fantastic." Childe gave a knowing smile, what he also knew about her was her will and fortitude. A couple of flattering words wouldn't sway her. "Ah" he sighed, "imagine a world where the traveller from the stars had landed in Snezhnaya." He mused, his tone light and not so serious and to emphasise his point he tapped her nose with his finger. "I guess we'll never know."

As the play continued, Childe felt like Lumine was slowly getting into her role as it typically had been in rehearsals. Or perhaps she just liked playing a part of having control over him? Childe did have that inkling suspicion. Perhaps he was projecting, but if it were true, it was a pretty endearing quality to have in his eyes.

The clothes she wore were pretty different to her usual white dress, her princely attire giving her a more boyish figure but her chest was still somewhat prominent. She still wore it well though. Childe didnt have to fight with the fact she'd look good in a paper bag.

She executed her words less than perfectly but her beauty and will for trying carried it for her. He caught himself staring longer than he should, in adoration rather than fear or anger. The fireworks lit up the sky and the colourful lights caressed her pretty features.

Shortly after, the curtains were drawn to their temporary stage built outside the city and the interlude began with a round of applause from their audience

He came to a stand and huffed a sigh of relief, then approached the Prince and placed his hands on his hips. "Well done, Girly. Only the next act to go and it'll be over." Which was a shame, battles were short but some times his moments in roles felt even shorter. Perhaps because there was a never ending stream of one and not the other? He sighed at the thought, "Pity it's a one showing only type gig. I could do this for a few more nights."

#nagareboshiko #mobile

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As the play continued, Childe felt like Lumine was slowly getting into her role as it typically had been in rehearsals. Or perhaps she just liked playing a part of having control over him? Childe did have that inkling suspicion. Perhaps he was projecting, but if it were true, it was a pretty endearing quality to have in his eyes.

The clothes she wore were pretty different to her usual white dress, her princely attire giving her a more boyish figure but her chest was still somewhat prominent. She still wore it well though. Childe didnt have to fight with the fact she'd look good in a paper bag.

She executed her words less than perfectly but her beauty and will for trying carried it for her. He caught himself staring longer than he should, in adoration rather than fear or anger. The fireworks lit up the sky and the colourful lights caressed her pretty features.

Shortly after, the curtains were drawn to their temporary stage built outside the city and the interlude began with a round of applause from their audience

He came to a stand and huffed a sigh of relief, then approached the Prince and placed his hands on his hips. "Well done, Girly. Only the next act to go and it'll be over." Which was a shame, battles were short but some times his moments in roles felt even shorter. Perhaps because there was a never ending stream of one and not the other? He sighed at the thought, "Pity it's a one showing only type gig. I could do this for a few more nights."

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@tosxah Continued from x

When Lumine had decided to go along with Childe's proposal she was not aware of the extent of the pompous plan that was in his mind. The only reason she had accepted really, it was because she couldn't say no to Klee and Teucer's big eyes and their (not so) innocent expectations for her. Paimon and Yoimiya also seemed to be extremely excited for it, so how could the famous traveller deny something to her dear friends?

However, knowing Childe she should't really be that surprised.

Firstly, she found out the 11th Harbinger owned his own theatre. She has always known money was definitely the least thing he needed to worry about but owning a theater was another level of bizarre even from Tartaglia. But after all, everything about that man was either a complete mystery or complete unexplainable chaos.

It all started with a Winter Holiday idea to celebrate the upcoming festive period. How that ended up being a legendary story about an awesome Prince from a far away land made of chocolate and sweets, and a proud Knight who was the future prince of Pierogiland, no one knew but Childe seemed to be extremely into the whole play.

Each story had been meticulously written respectively by Klee and Teucer, with the kind support of Paimon and Yoimiya who only ended up adding more grandiose and weird details to that story.

Ironically, she did not find hard to play the role of a far away royalty. She had never seen a world made of sweets itself in her many travels, however she did play many times with her dearest brother in a similar scenario. She was also sure that if he could be there with them, he would have made the best Prince in the whole universe.

Lumine's eyes wondered down the seating area, she could see Paimon shoving snacks down her mouth as the rest of her friends were clapping hands in anticipation for the next scene.

"A wise choice I must say." her lips curved in a triumphant smile, her cape thrown behind her back dramatically as she made her way down the stairs on the stage.

"From today, I claim Pierogiland as my own. I forbid any savoury snack under my reign." Her feet stopped a couple of inches away from Childe who still kneeled down in defeat before her,The Prince of chocolate and sweets. Honey gold eyes looked down in victory, she found quite funny how much effort Childe was putting in something that for once did not involve a battle or causing havoc.

"And if you dare defy me," she raised her arm in a melodramatic gesture, pausing before she spoke again "It will be your end and the end of pierogi!" she heard excited noises from the first raw of seats before she turned to look back at them, a bunch of fireworks exploding in million colours behind her back.

That was one of her favourite part of the play, Yoimiya's amazing job with her fireworks to highlight the drama in the story.

#bruv idk what im saying #mans a thespian trapped inside a terrorist #nagareboshiko

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                                                  How painful it must have been                                                         to die the way you did. 

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52 hz

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Scar Survey starters

"What's the story behind this scar? It looks like it has a tale to tell." "I can't help but notice the scars on your arms. They seem to have quite the history." "Every scar has a story, right?" "Did this one happen in a battle, or is there a different story behind it?" "Your scars are like a roadmap." "Where did you acquire this scar?" "I've always been curious about your scars." "This scar on your shoulder looks like it's been through something intense. What's the story?" "Scars tell a story of survival. Care to share some of yours with me?" "Scars aren't just wounds; they're badges of honor." "This scar on your hand seems different. What's the story behind it?" "Scars can be reminders of both pain and triumph." "Scars make us who we are." "Scars are like a visual history." "What's the history behind this scar on your back?" "I've been wondering about the stories behind your scars."

[SURVEY] The sender gently traces their fingers over the receiver's scars, curiosity evident in their touch. [SHARE] The sender rolls up their sleeves, revealing a collection of scars. [EXPLORE] The sender and the receiver spend an evening examining each other's scars. [TRACE] The sender leans in, delicately tracing the outline of a scar with their lips. [DISCUSS] The sender initiates a conversation, asking about a specific scar. [REVEAL] The sender opens up about the scars on their own body. [TOUCH] The sender's touch is gentle as they explore a particularly sensitive scar on the receiver's skin. [POINT] The sender points out a scar, prompting the receiver to explain the circumstances that led to its formation. [COMPARE] The sender and the receiver compare scars. [NARRATE] The sender narrates the story behind one of their scars. [LISTEN] The sender listens attentively as the receiver recounts the tales associated with each scar. [SHARE] The sender opens up about a particularly meaningful scar.

#scars #tw #asks

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