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“a prodigy? 

there are a lot of people who call me that, but i don’t consider myself as such.”

version 1.2 pv ☆ albedo

#albedo tag tba #I love him I love him I love h-

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ooc. this is a formal apology to everyone waiting on a reply (or replies). I’m sorry! gen.shin has me in an iron grip because I’ve been grinding for pulls and Albedo’s rent in my head isn’t just free; it’s in the fucking negatives. the SECOND I get more info and feel more comfortable writing him, he’s here.

#♔ — ; coffee break [ ooc ]

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adventures in liyue with @truthchosen and @storytell.

#♔ — ; aristocratic antihero [ self | diluc ] #I would add a tag for Xiangling if I mused her but alas

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                                          “ talking more doesn’t make you smarter. ”                                                            “ you wound me, kyouka-chan. ”

                                                                                 for @truthchosen !!

#♔ — ; a fake smile for the camera [ self | akechi ] #LF;KDASJF YOU ACTUALLY USED TEXT FROM MY REPLY IN THE SPEECH BUBBLES #I love this so much omg

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                                                                               for @truthchosen !!

#♔ — ; aristocratic antihero [ self | diluc ] #KW THIS IS SO PRETTY AHHHHH #AND YOU'RE SO SWEET #damn you tumblr for not telling me about this lfdkjsa

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MULTIMUSE ASK MEME

send in the name of a muse you’re unfamiliar with, and i’ll tell you a few things about them, as well as how i think they’d get along with your muse! BONUS: if you’re also a multimuse, i’ll list some of your muses they might get along with.

#♔ — ; endless possibilities in a multitude of lies and truths [ memes ] #♔ — ; coffee break [ ooc ]

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@missinnocentscarlet​ said: “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” for Akechi :hms:

“I don’t need to be reminded of that.” 

Contrary to his words, it was a reminder he needed to hear, day in and day out. There was a part of him that stubbornly, vehemently rejected the notion that there were people—not one person, but multiple—who actually cared enough to lend an ear or a shoulder and the gesture would be genuine. His expression sour, he peered into the cup of coffee he’d poured for himself and took a deep breath to inhale its aroma. It helped, just a little, and his voice mellowed into a tone much softer than his initial harsh rebuttal. 

“...Forgive me, Scarlet. I seem to be having an off day. It is difficult to remember that my troubles are not solely my own anymore, but I believe you can relate.”

#missinnocentscarlet #♔ — ; too fractured to be a perfect mirror [ ic | akechi ] #♔ — ; answering fan letters [ ask | akechi ]

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@lyreplayed​ said: “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” @ Xiao

“I cannot rest. I do not have that luxury.”

Though the protection of Liyue had largely landed in the lap of the Qixing after recent events, that was no excuse to shirk his duties. He was not one of the adepti whom watched over Liyue from far away, but rather one of the few who stayed closer to mortals than the others. It was ironic, all things considered, but he tried to be more careful in recent centuries. He was closer, but still isolated from the locus of the land’s prosperity. Guili Plains was a safer base for him—for the mortals’ sake, anyway.

His official contract with Rex Lapis may have ended, but the end of a contract could never sever his personal bond with Liyue, nor the ongoing obligation he felt to do his duty. Arms crossed, he shook his head, mentally trying to quell the sheer volume of the cries ringing in his ears. Golden eyes fluttered closed, just for a moment, and he forced them open again.

“Ngh... How can I...rest now? I’m fine.”

#lyreplayed #♔ — ; guardian yaksha [ ic | xiao ] #♔ — ; audience with an adeptus [ ask | xiao ]

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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

#♔ — ; endless possibilities in a multitude of lies and truths [ memes ] #I have /many/ stubborn muses oh boy

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ooc. sometimes I use the queue and sometimes I just spam the dash instead. I apologize for today’s spam. lfkdsjaf

#♔ — ; coffee break [ ooc ]

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storytell​:

@truthchosen ( xiao )     /     genshin starter call ( qiqi )

he  looks  familiar  .  but  you  don’t  remember  ,  and  a  lot  of  people  look  familiar  to  you  .  and  he’s  on  the  mountain  where  you  need  to  be  .

❛    hello  .  my  name  is  qiqi  .  i’m  looking  for  …     ❜  you  trail  off  ,  staring  blankly  for  a  moment  before  your  eyes  catch  on  the  white  flowers  nearby  .  ❛     qingxin  .  this  is  where  i  need  to  go  to  get  them  .  are  you  using  them  ?     ❜ 

you  recite  these  lines  from  memory  ,  reading  off  the  script  that  you  order  yourself  to  remember  every  morning  .

He knows exactly who the girl is before she opens her mouth. Though she doesn’t remember him, he remembers her all too vividly. He remembers the day she became a zombie, and the memories of it sting despite how hardened his heart feels. A young life, once cut far too short...

But she’s here now, in front of him and in search of flowers. He tenses a little, staring her down. It’s tempting to just leave; to walk away without uttering a word. He shouldn’t be near her—not again. But still, there’s some feeling he can’t name that prompts him to stay. 

“...My name is Xiao, and no, I’m not using them. You can have them. Will these few be enough?”

#♔ — ; guardian yaksha [ ic | xiao ] #♔ — ; guardian of liyue [ v; main ] #storytell #Idk if you wanna go with that hc or not so I left it vague BUT angst either way

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missinnocentscarlet​:

❝ If it is of any consolation, many people have bodies that function differently than average.  Most do not have eyes that shift to red in the sunlight, skin that does not age and has the structural integrity of tissue paper, or the joints of an elderly person while in their twenties, but there are people like this - there are humans like this.  That being said, even if you are indeed not human, that should have no impact on your value.  Of course, I know it very well does, but such is the fault of society for putting value on such things… ❞

She could go on, about how humanity treats even its own kind like they are subhuman for things they cannot control, like gender, sexuality, ethnicity, or how one’s mind or body functions.  Even those without a destructive ability - or even those with no ability at all, can be treated so UNJUSTLY for such ultimately trivial things.  Scarlet sighed, finishing the rest of her wine.  

❝ Apologies for rambling, you struck an interest of mine; this sort of topic is one I have thought about quite a bit.  To answer your question, I suspect both.  I have known about abilities from a young age - an epidemic of vampires began in Ireland, where I had biological family, and that epidemic has spread throughout all of Europe.  I grew up with tales of this epidemic, as I was born in America and had not experienced them first hand.  Given where my family is from in combination with my sensitivity to the sun and eyes that can appear red, as well as the unnatural way my body moves to add some uncanny and inhuman elements, I myself was rumored to be a vampire many times. ❞  

She paused, gathering her thoughts.  This was becoming too personal, and she DETESTED that, but nevertheless she continued on, remaining as vague as possible while still offering a thorough answer to his inquiries.  

❝ …The one meant to raise me notified me of this curse.  At first, I did not believe in it, but then… deaths became too common to be coincidental.  Of course, it was only natural to connect this curse with the existence of supernatural abilities I had so often heard about throughout my youth, even if it has nothing to do with vampires. Besides, if it were not an ability, would it not be expected for Mori-san to correct my mistake in thinking it was? ❞

"I’m not going to call something a consolation when the ‘consolation’ in this case means anyone dealing with shit like that. It’d be fucked up if I did, all things considered.” Though now was hardly an appropriate time to bring it up after what Scarlet had just said, he had been referring to the durability of his body and the way it healed faster than that of an average human. Compared to what his newest subordinate had just spoken about, such a thing sounded far more like a blessing than anything else. If only he could see it that way all the time.

Rather than say anything further just yet, he quieted down again and continued to listen. He had heard of the vampire epidemic before, though not dealt with it personally, as it had stayed contained within Europe at the time. It wasn’t really his place to comment on it, nor was it what concerned him most at the moment. 

Something still seemed...off about Scarlet’s explanation. If the ability was hers, and truly an ability, it would have been natural for her to believe in it rather than rejecting it completely at first. “...Someone else told you about it? Supernatural abilities exist, obviously, but...no one should have had to tell you if you have one. With your particular...ability, there’s no way there would be a total lack of awareness on your part. There’s usually some kind of trigger for an ability—a touch or another particular action. Even those with a somewhat passive ability still display a kind of activation when it is used. You already saw the glow mine produces. Has yours ever done anything that? As for our Boss...”

He had to be careful with his words here, but even as a loyal executive, he was not oblivious to Mori’s methods at times. “...He wouldn’t necessarily correct you if he has a reason for remaining quiet. It could be that he wanted me to be the one to tell you.”

#missinnocentscarlet #♔ — ; this me that I’ve become carries on as ever [ ic | chuuya ] #♔ — ; port mafia executive [ v; main ]

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florabled​:

「 ✿ 」 And if he was ordered to attack the agency, he should defy those orders—-in Kyouka’s humble opinion, at least. She’d already stated her thoughts on that, however, and it seemed the elder was eager to move on as well; rehashing the same train of thought didn’t appeal to either one of them, apparently. Nonetheless, she made a mental note to keep an eye on him during his time spent around the agency and perhaps just in general if she had the time. It’d be easy for him to plot something nefarious while the detectives were occupied with something else, after all.

“Strawberry shortcake,” came her answer to the far more important question, eyes lighting up in anticipation of when she’d receive the treat. ( On his dime, no less, which made it better. Free food always had a more satisfying taste. ) Their lunch would come soon enough, but after, after, they could get to the most important meal of the day.

“Judging by the way your face lit up just now, I assume that dessert is your favorite.” With the unpleasantness out of the way—temporary though that would be, in his experience—it became a little easier for him to smile. It amused him to see Kyouka act so like a child over a simple dessert, and he couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease. He chuckled, eyes glancing over the dessert menu again. “Very well. I’ll order one of those as well.”

Their lunch arrived a moment later, and he thanked their server with a bright smile, quick to insist that he didn’t need anything else right away. He did, however, make a point of ordering that strawberry shortcake for after he was done with his meal. Though Kyouka obviously wasn’t an adult, food was still his go-to method for creating a point of connection between himself and another person. Otherwise, he wouldn’t really know how to go about it. 

#florabled #♔ — ; too fractured to be a perfect mirror [ ic | akechi ] #♔ — ; call of chaos [ v; bsd ]

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lyreplayed​:

Flight wasn’t easy without wings, even for the Anemo Archon, it wasn’t a feature he made show of. Yet, the god of wind wasn’t even sure his feet touched the ground while running now. The act his ankle had twisted at some point while jumping from cliff to ground in his rush didn’t even register. ( it didn’t matter. Venti knew where he needed to go, and that’s what mattered. when he’d realize his ankle ached, it’d likely be healed already.  )

It happened too fast, but it was enough to register  -     -   a fight that should have been nothing. Be it with hilichurl or ruin hunter, it didn’t matter. It was nothing. And yet an animal had gotten in the crossfire, a familiar animal he recognized well from his abundance of time spent at the Dawn Winery. Venti’s first instinct with simple, to grab the bird before it got injured further and run.

Sweat dripped from his face, quiet mumblings rom the god, apologies or the rough travel. Assuring that they would get there soon. 

( venti wasn’t always one for using the front door - he usually got creative in how he made an entrance. now wasn’t the time for it, and it showed in how he used his back to all but slam into the door and open it to keep the falcon cradled into his chest. he paid no attention to the blood that stained his clothes. he’d clean it later. )

“Diluc -            -”  He rasped, gasping for breath, taking a few steps inside while fingers glossed over feathers, trying to provide the bird with some comfort while Venti’s attention was turned elsewhere. “I-  - hah - fuck -, they…  they need your help.”  -             - @truthchosen​

It had originally been a quiet day at the winery, Diluc going over recent orders and production in the front room. He was borrowing Elzer’s desk at the moment, just to help him keep the papers organized—only for several of them to scatter to the floor when the doors burst open. 

He was about to blame the wind, but the small, familiar stature of the bard just inside the doorway was clearly the culprit. His mouth opened to offer a biting remark, but his heart all but stopped when he saw the bloodied mass of feathers cradled in Venti’s arms. Despite the fresh crimson stains, he’d know the rest of the bird’s markings anywhere.

His falcon.

“How did this happen?!” Panic filled him, quickly seeping into his voice, and he hurriedly took the bird into his arms and laid it gently on the desk. “And why bring it to me first?! I’m certainly not a healer, but—!” The briefest of pauses while he took a breath, and he shouted for Adelinde to bring over some gauze and something he could use for a bandage that would be safe on feathers. 

“...I’m sorry,” he whispered under his breath while gently stroking a few feathers, trying to remain as calm as possible for the falcon’s sake. “We should...go to the cathedral in the city. The deaconess there can heal...”

#lyreplayed #♔ — ; the darkness just before dawn [ ic | diluc ] #♔ — ; defender of mondstadt [ v; main ]

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florabled​:

「 ❄ 」 If the minimal display of his ability qualified as flashy, Eugeo had to wonder how Naoto would react to seeing it in action properly; however, he quickly brushed the thought aside, given that there was far too much risk for exposure. They weren’t far from busy streets, and it’d be questionable to just leave a bunch of ice laying around—-he couldn’t melt it, after all. And, well, hopefully there wouldn’t be an occasion where he had to use it around the other.

A shield certainly sounded useful, though, and he hummed as he imagined what that might look like. Whether a person’s ability reflected their personality, he couldn’t say, but if it did, then that would say a lot about Naoto, wouldn’t it?

As for his business in this area… “…nothing specific,” he replied after a moment of thought, an innocent smile on his lips. Perhaps he couldn’t deny that he might be looking for trouble, but he also just liked to explore. ( At the moment, he had little else to do. ) “I’m not familiar with this city, so I was looking around. What about you?”

“Nothing at all...? Then why come here in the first place?” To Naoto, it made little sense for anyone to be in their current location for no reason, which piqued his curiosity further. If Eugeo really wasn’t familiar with the area, that could be one possible explanation...but that prompted more questions and left them unanswered. It could just be his detective instincts working harder than necessary, but something bothered him.

“I myself came here looking for that child, but prior to that, I was taking a walk to clear my head. My job can be...a lot to take in, at times.” Another sheepish smile, and he shrugged. “I gather I must have walked for so long that I was near this part of Yokohama before I realized it. I’m glad that little girl is now safe, however, and you as well.”

After a pause, he continued. He still had questions, and while this was far from an interrogation, he was curious. “If you aren’t familiar with this city, I can only assume you’re new to the area. How long have you been here?”

#florabled #♔ — ; the original detective prince [ ic | naoto ] #♔ — ; shield of justice [ v; bsd ]

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missinnocentscarlet​:

A part of her was happy he seemed to be EXCITED about the cider.  While it was true indeed she did make too much, another part of her wanted someone to celebrate with.  The holiday may have been done, but it had been so long since Scarlet had been able to share food like this with someone, or even had food to share at all.

So, she approached with no hesitation, walking up to the side of his desk and setting the thermos down beside him.  She hummed, thinking about just how much she put in.  The batch she made was rather large, having made the cider in a slow cooker and essentially filling the rest of the pitcher she used as a container with a few different kinds of liquor, so it was a bit difficult to estimate how much was in the thermos specifically.  With some quick math, she deduced given the serving of the 20 ounce thermos what percentage of alcohol would be in there.

❝ I would estimate about 2 ounces of butterscotch Schnapps, spiced rum, and vodka each.  So, a little over ¼th of that thermos is liquor, ❞  she stated with a self-affirming nod.  ❝ You may want to wait until after the day is done to drink it.  The thermos will keep it warm in the meantime. ❞

"Two ounces of each?,” he echoed, peering at the thermos on his desk with wide eyes. He was eager to sample it—it sounded delicious, after all—but roughly six ounces of alcohol in one drink was a lot to him. As much as he loved wine and other alcoholic beverages, he was also keenly aware that he was a lightweight, easily drunk and subsequently easily knocked out before long. There was no way he could drink it while still working. 

“In that case, yeah, I’d better wait until I’m done for the day to try it, but I appreciate it. You said you made this for...Samhain?” He’d always thought himself to be pretty good with languages that weren’t his own, yet the word felt foreign on his tongue. “Is that part of Halloween for you or something?”

#missinnocentscarlet #♔ — ; this me that I’ve become carries on as ever [ ic | chuuya ] #♔ — ; port mafia executive [ v; main ] #I'm just gonna assume he Doesn't Know Yet so don't mind him LDFKJAS

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outcaste​:

                         “    …    inquiry  ,   “               dostoevsky  suddenly  says  ,  tilting  his  head  in  an  almost  childish  way  that  always  seems  to  beget  his  true  nature  of  being  a  demon  so  isolated  that  the  normalcy  of  the  world  was  strange  to  him  .              “  by  chance  …    would  it  satisfy  you  to  understand  your  enemy  quicker  than  dazai  ?  does  that  have  any  bearing  on  your  request  to  understand  my  language  ?  not  that  i  would  say  anything  about  it  ;  he’s  frustratingly  similar  to  me  .  in  fact  ,  if  i  didn’t  know  better  ,  i’d  wonder  just  what  you’re  trying  to  get  out  of  me  by  being  so  amicable  with  me  .  most  people  don’t  talk  to  me  ,  but  here  you  are  ,  aren’t  you  ?  twice  ,  even  .  “                      although  ,  admittedly  ,  fyodor  didn’t  pry  much  into  the  relationship  between  his  fellow  and  a  god  .  not  that  he  was  staying  out  of  it  because  of  goodwill  or  anything  ;  all  he  needed  to  know  is  that  they  were  close  ,  and  if  he  must  ,  he  can  use  them  against  each  other  .  honestly  ,  the  russian  had  very  little  thought  actually  pressed  against  the  issue  of  his  fellow  demon  ,  for  all  he  must  know  is  usually  two  things  :   touching  is  out  of  the  question  ,  and  surprises  often  did  the  trick  .  he  figured  that  if  nakahara  had  experience  with  someone  like  dazai  ,  then  they  would  be  far  more  entertaining  to  have  any  kind  of  conversation  with  than  ,  say  ,  a  coworker  to  dazai  .    so  he  was  getting  just  as  much  out  of  chuuya  by  the  second  as  chuuya  was  getting  out  of  him  ,  probably  .  if  he  wasn’t  ,  it  was  better  to  let  chuuya  think  so  .                   then  ,  fyodor  paused  at  the  reminder  ,  his  violet  eyes  locked  on  chuuya  briefly  before  he  sat  back  ,  avoiding  eyes  on  himself  since  he  knew  he’d  messed  up  just  now  .  chuuya  was  right  ,  after  all  ,  he’d  been  told  before  .              “      …     excuse  me  .   “             (   another  mild  display  of  the  demon’s  issue  with  communication  ,  as  he  bites  into  the  tips  of  his  fingers  .  if  it  bled  ,  so  what  ?  )

"Hm?” Chuuya hummed in thought while listening, and the question almost made him want to laugh. Dostoevsky was right; it would give him a sense of satisfaction to understand the demon before him more so than his former partner. His lips curled into a slight wry grin, his annoyance from a moment ago quickly forgotten. “It’s no secret that I can’t stand that bastard, so yeah, it’d be nice to be a few steps ahead of him for a change. It’s usually the other way around, and he always finds a way to use that to piss me off.”

That last statement, however, wasn’t entirely true. There had been plenty of times in the past when he was privy to Dazai’s plans more so than anyone else, and even now, when they were no longer official partners, he was often more informed than most when the situation called for it. But Fyodor didn’t need to know that.

For just a split second, their eyes locked on each other, and Chuuya got a sense of...bashfulness, perhaps, whenever the Russian looked away. At a moment like this, it was difficult to believe that this was the same man who had earned the moniker of “demon” with good reason. He blinked, his expression contorting in confusion. “Oi, don’t bite your thumb like that. It’s not that big of a deal.”

#outcaste #♔ — ; this me that I’ve become carries on as ever [ ic | chuuya ] #♔ — ; port mafia executive [ v; main ]