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DAYBREAKRISING. MULTIFANDOM. MULTIMUSE. Run by Lauri ( he / him | 30+ | GMT ). Includes muses from G.enshin I.mpact, H.onkai: Star Rail, T.GCF & others. Private muse list for request-only muses can be found here.
Duplicate, AU & Crossover friendly. Mutuals only. Activity is typically low & sporadic at best.
Current focus: G.enpact, H:SR
Low focus: T.GCF
Affiliated with: resolutepath / csial
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These are a condensed version of my full rules doc as I'm aware that it's lengthy and not everyone wants to / has time to read all of that, but I do encourage people to do so at some point because I go into more detail about some key things there!
I am autistic & therefore ask you to be clear with your communication with me. I cannot read your mind, I cannot pick up on "clues" in your words, and I easily misread tone. If there is a problem, just tell me what it is. If you want to approach me for a particular interaction or want to discuss a potential ship, just ask. Clear communication is always appreciated here.
I am also chronically ill, so my activity can only be described as sporadic at best. Sometimes replies will come daily, sometimes it could be a couple of weeks. If you can't wait for a reply, I'm not the writing partner for you.
I won't interact with anyone below the age of 20, and I will be reluctant to follow anyone below the age of 25. I am 30+ and the age gap makes me uncomfortable. If your age isn't listed somewhere on your blog, I won't follow you.
General rp etiquette rules apply. On that note, if you deliberately antagonise one of my villains and/or powerful characters, be prepared for consequences. Additionally, don't put me in a position where the only realistic response from my muse breaches etiquette rules - if you do this, I'm dropping the interaction for those muses immediately.
Keep me out of your drama. I am too old and too tired for playground behaviour. If you have a problem with someone, act like an adult and either talk to them privately about it, or block and move on.
I am a multi-para roleplayer, but I will curate the length of my replies to match my partner's. Generally speaking, you'll usually get a minimum of three paragraphs - two if it's something shorter or I know you prefer smaller replies - but I can and will write anywhere between four to eight depending on the thread. I urge you to communicate your preferences so I don't overload you with small novels if that's not your thing!
Memes are a great way to explore potential dynamics so I urge people to send them to get things going! For established dynamics, I do like plotted threads, but I'm also happy to do back-and-forth asks in place of them. I don't tend to reblog memes often (because I forget to) so there's no time limit on any of them. Want to send me something from a meme I posted last year? Go for it!
I'm happy to do fandom crossovers providing your muse has a verse relevant to my muse (or my muse has a verse relevant to yours). I don't like "x character turns up randomly in y character's universe" style crossovers and I won't write them.
On a similar note, I am also open to duplicate muse interactions, in whatever form we choose to write them. I've done twinverses, and I've done parallel universe-style scenarios too. I generally prefer the former, but I'm open to other ideas if you have them.
I love shipping, but I do not auto-ship any of my muses, full stop. I require chemistry between our portrayals to consider a ship. Even if you know I enjoy a particular ship, it doesn't guarantee that you'll get to write it with me - I also require chemistry between us as writers.
Whilst I don't need constant engagement in a ship, if you haven't shown any interest in our ship for some time, it makes it harder for me to summon motivation for it. If you're not feeling it any longer, I'm not going to be mad or upset - please just communicate this to me so we can decide where to take things from there.
Regarding exclusivity, I do practice exclusivity with some ships, but this is usually not something I'll jump into immediately. Some exceptions apply, of course, usually when it comes to ships that I see in a particular way or only trust certain people to write it with. If we have an exclusive ship and you have been inactive for a long period of time without communication, I will break exclusives.
There is a soft cap of three iterations of a dynamic - for example, I will write Thoma with up to three Ayatos, or three Ayakas. Rest assured, I will ensure the dynamics are all different from each other. With some of the more... unique interactions (eg, characters who haven't met in canon, characters from different fandoms, etc) I am unlikely to write more than one version of that dynamic.
I am OC friendly but I do ask that you have even the most basic of info pages for them just so I know who they are. My only restriction is that I will not write with an OC that forces a connection to my muse, such as immediate family or romantic relationships, or an OC whose backstory severely impacts on or changes the canon of my muse's history. If your OC inserts themselves into my muse's life without discussion or consent, it's an immediate no.
Lastly, I am not associated with aloe / noah (dhabibi & other urls) and haven't been for a long time, and I do not appreciate being blocked automatically simply for being briefly friendly with them. If you have a problem with them, leave me out of it. As I said before, I'm too old and too tired for this.
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writing these asks has got me thinking both about apep's current power and strength and her influence over the land & everything in it, and about how she can move around the desert if and when she chooses to leave her den
because like.... she's massive. and considering we don't hear about sightings of a giant dragon roaming the desert, this leads me to two conclusions:
she literally never leaves her den. this is the most likely, because what else is hoyo going to do with a dragon that size who only appears for story relevance?
she moves under the sand (think dune sandworms)
considering all that we've seen of her form is very snake-like in appearance, i actually love the idea of her slithering away beneath the sand, unbeknownst to anyone above. and that makes it all the more terrifying when she just fckn emerges from the sand out of nowhere
and since i, unlike hoyo, intend to utilise apep with characters other than traveller & nahida, i will be adopting this method of movement for her to allow her to travel around the desert
i'll do a proper post about it sometime in connection with her abilities, too, because i do think she can sense every living thing in the desert (at the very least - perhaps at full authority she'd be able to cover all of sumeru too) so she's always aware of who is moving around her domain
@apocryphis (your inbox is closed so you get it in starter form-)
She sensed his presence the moment he entered her domain. Woken from slumber, her great head had lifted in instinct at the first touch of that familiar sovereignty as it breached the borders of her desert, creeping in from the north. Unlike the scorching heat of her lost neighbour, this presence is cool, soothing. Hydro Dragon, she hums at her core, her great coils slowly unravelling as she is roused fully, her interest and yes, her delight, peaked at once. She has waited so very long for this moment.
Though a part of her wishes to, she does not move from her cave, does not slither out to greet her visitor. No, this is her domain, and her draconic pride insists that he be the one to come here, to deliver her the respect owed between dragons when stepping foot into another's realm. She can temper her curiosity for now. She is not unsympathetic, however, to the struggle this domain of hers must present to her hydro kin, her dry sands unfavourable to one who thrives beneath the waves. Still, she will not give an inch – not until she has met him for herself, gauged his being. How, she wonders, will he measure up to his predecessor?
So, she waits. Waits for the first glimpse of a draconic head through the vast tunnels of her cavernous home, a flash of blue scales amidst the sand and rock. Yet it never comes, despite the ever-increasing presence of her dragonkin. How small is this new hydro dragon, she finds herself wondering, that his form is yet to appear? Ah, but he is only young, she reminds herself. Has he yet hit his first millennia? And, of course, not all dragons can match her size. She must curb her expectations of him.
At last, she senses the arrival of an intruder – no, a guest, she corrects, old habits and older instincts rising to the surface the moment someone breaches the outer limits of her cave – and she shifts her great form, imposing to most but perhaps not to her kin. The glow of her eyes brightens as she studies the mouth of the cave, ready, waiting. Any second now, surely-
-a hiss of fury escapes her jaws as she spies the tiny, puny form of a human as it rounds the last corner and steps within her cave. How dare these mortals come here, uninvited and unwanted- but, wait… no… this is no ordinary human, she realises. Authority clings to his form, radiates from him in unmistakable waves, that cool, soothing sovereignty brushing against her verdant authority in familiar greeting.
"What insult is this?" She snaps, seething, eyes narrowing to dangerous slits as she looms over this tiny, fragile form. "You come here, to my domain, wearing the form of those mortals, those vermin who crawl about our land as if it is theirs to command. Do you so readily dishonour your kin, your predecessor, by lowering yourself to such… indignity?"
okay, despite my body attempting to ruin my night, i have officially managed to tackle the apep inbox call at last! i might still send out a couple more to those who gave options, but for now everyone will have at least one
i just need to go and take some pain meds or something before i start sending them out bc i don't think i can take another second of it-
âťť it would not be improper for us to dance. âťž (from a certain mr grandmaster-)
ballroom dialogue prompts.  — (accepting !!)Â
The Grand Master’s voice was a low rumble, easily swallowed by the swell of the violins and the lively chatter of the Mondstadt nobility filling the hall. He extended a massive, calloused hand, his expression a masterclass in genial, commanding charm. To the watchful eyes surrounding the floor, it was a perfectly scripted display of a commander honoring his most dedicated subordinate.
But Jean knew the subtext. She felt the sudden, dangerous prickle of heat beneath the high, stiff collar of her uniform. Improper. By speaking the word aloud, he was acknowledging the very boundary they spent their private nights obliterating behind the heavy, locked doors of his quarters.
She looked at his hand, her heart betraying her with a sudden, traitorous thud. He was the hero of her childhood novels made flesh—the absolute pinnacle of chivalry, broad-shouldered and smelling faintly of leather, ozone, and the expensive wine he poured so carelessly. There was a terrifyingly weak part of her that wanted to collapse into that strength. To let him take the lead, to let him carry her off to his bed, propriety and Mondstadt be damned.
But she didn't have the luxury of his carelessness.
If Varka stumbled, the city laughed and called it a hero's eccentricity. If Jean stumbled, the whispering campaign would begin before the music stopped. She only has the position because she pleases the Grand Master. A girl filling a man's boots. She had fought tooth and nail against the rampant, quiet sexism of the older factions, burying herself in years of his administrative overflow just to prove she belonged at the table. She could not let a single dance undermine the fortress of respect she had bled to build.
With a practiced, serene smile that masked the war in her chest, Jean stepped forward. She placed her gloved hand in his, feeling her fingers entirely swallowed by his warmth as he pulled her into the rhythm of the room.
âťťYou have a strange definition of propriety, Grand Master,âťž she murmured under her breath, her voice pitch-perfect for the crowd, but her blue eyes flashing with a sharp, guarded warning as his large hand settled against her waist.
❝Only when it suits me,❞ Varka replied, his eyes crinkling with that infuriating, effortless amusement. He guided her into a sweeping turn, his touch steady and entirely too comfortable, a maddening reminder of the private hours where that same hand held her with no uniform between them. ❝Smile, Jean. They’re watching us. Let them see how well we move together.❞
Something akin to fire burns bright beneath her cheeks, that same rosy apple suddenly pressing to his shoulder as he guides her through faultless steps as if hiding the mere heat he seemed to so effortlessly inspire. Like any dutiful subject, she does just as he asks, falling in time with those well practiced steps as she breathes in the scent of him. The smile he demands comes even without the order, the contented curve sweeping its way upwards from the corners of her mouth as she twirled into him, fingers never once leaving their place cocooned within his larger palm.Â
For a few bars of the melody, the crowded hall simply ceases to exist. There is only the steady rhythm of his heart against her chest and the heavy, familiar warmth of his hand anchoring her waist. Every micro-movement is an echo. The way his thumb idly brushes against the small of her back through the fabric of her uniform is the exact same gesture he uses to soothe her when she is half-asleep against his shoulder, exhausted after a grueling twelve-hour shift of administrative paperwork. It is a private language spoken in plain sight of the entire Mondstadt aristocracy.
A sudden surge of boldness flares beneath her ribs, born from the very comfort of his embrace. Why should he be the only one allowed to dictate the boundaries of their game? As the music shifts into a slower, more deliberate cadence, Jean catches his gaze. Her smile morphs from dutiful contentment into something entirely sharper—a playful, challenging glint that few in Mondstadt ever get to see.
As he prepares to lead her into a standard reverse turn, Jean deliberately delays her step by a fraction of a second, using her own considerable strength as a swordswoman to anchor her weight. It forces Varka to adjust his stride, his brows rising in brief, delighted surprise as she subtly takes the initiative. She leans in closer, her breath brushing the shell of his ear as they glide past the front row of watching diplomats.
âťťIf they are watching us so closely, Grand Master,âťž she murmurs, her voice a low, velvety purr meant for him alone, âťťperhaps I should let them see exactly who carries the rhythm in this office. After all, a good commander knows when to follow their second-in-command.âťž
Varka lets out a low, rough chuckle, his grip tightening instinctively around her waist as he pulls her flush against his chest to counter her maneuver. For a terrifying, exhilarating second, the space between them vanishes entirely. It is a fraction too close, a beat too intimate; her thighs brush against his, and the sheer, unadulterated magnetism between them threatens to shatter the illusion of "propriety" entirely.
A nearby elder of the Lawrence clan narrows his eyes, leaning in to whisper to his companion.
The sudden threat of a public spectacle hits Jean like a splash of cold cider. With faultless grace, she uses the next crescendo of the violins to sweep backward into a wide, elegant spin, expanding the distance between them just as the dance demands, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.Â
She is flushed and breathless, yet utterly alive when at last they part, but her gaze never leaves him. Not even when he bows low and she makes the curtsy that social etiquette demands. They’ve flown too close to the sun today; but if he takes anything away from the sultry half-lidden gaze that lingers for just a moment - it’s that this particular dance…is far from over.Â
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did i just go on a massive distracted tangent because my brain remembered, and therefore demanded to listen to, a specific piece of music that i once used for a cosplay performance that i originally found whilst sourcing fantasy-vibe music for my writing playlist, from an anime that i never actually watched but then listened to the soundtrack of all the time
and did it take so much longer than it should have because i could not for the life of me remember what the track was called and every playlist of osts i found had the original jp name and i only knew the en name? yes, it did. did i end up scrolling through the wiki squinting at all the volumes of osts bc they listed both names until i found the one that looked familiar? yes, i did.
i am back from being social! it wasn't too bad actually which was nice
it was a surprise party for a member of the dog walking group and he was genuinely so surprised to see us there (we were invited by his daughter specifically to surprise him) that it was a really nice moment
plus i got the extra amusement of the group seeing me in my preferred alternative style (thank you, wriothesley boots & vax'ildan jacket) bc most of them have never seen me outside of dog walking where such things are not practical đź¤
anyway i am gonna decompress after being social with a bit of gaming and then i'm diving into some writing!
i unfortunately have to go and be social shortly so i'll be lurking on mobile for a few hours, probably. i'm hoping it won't be too long but we shall see what happens. i can always make excuses and come home early-
i was mentally thanking the support skirk i borrowed for imaginarium theatre, and then i remembered that i picked another support character instead to fill out the geo requirements, so that was actually my skirk that helped me clear
me, realising my builds aren't as bad as i think they are: oh
still feel absolutely rough, turns out i have been delightfully gifted an illness from a family member because sharing is caring-
i've been lurking mostly today whilst i game but i'm going to sit my ass down and try and finish up the asks for the apep call so i can start sending them out at last!
and then... research for eula & chongyun before i forget i added them-
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well, never mind. it doesn't matter that blade is insane, or that silver wolf absolutely carried the extremely less than optimal team i had to give her for the second knight, because i literally cannot clear the third knight at all
i tried all of my usual teams (albeit, again, not their best bc most of them use units i'd already used for the previous two so i had to make do with replacements) and the closest i got was 20% left on the final health bar before the cycles ran out
i know the complaint over hp inflation is very old and overused but for good reason, because please tell me why my previously insane team of herta+anaxa (with investment, herta is e1, anaxa e2), which could absolutely destroy nikador without breaking a sweat, now can't even get through one phase without taking 3+ cycles? tell me why my castorice team did even worse? i tried the dot team - they did better but they weren't going to clear it in time. i even resorted to my phainon team out of sheer desperation and that was the closest i got, and it still wasn't enough
and listen. i know it's supposed to be hard, but i've said this probably a thousand times already and i'm still gonna say it again: there is a difference between hard and pay to win. this is basically impossible if you don't buy into every single character as they release. the fact that herta, my first absolutely insane heavy hitter with an incredible build, failed on something she could probably have cleared solo only a year ago.... that says it all. it's gotten to the point now where investing in characters is basically worthless bc they'll be useless in a few months no matter what you do
so, guess who won't be getting to the king yet again bc it continues to demand full premium 5 star teams and fuck you if you can't or don't want to pull for every single new character, i guess
there is nothing quite so disappointing as trying a new flavour of soda for some variety and it being absolutely fucking disgusting-
anyway hi hello i'm alive (mostly), have felt like absolute shit all day so i'm been pretty much in and out of sleep since this morning. i'll be here lurking whilst i attempt to feel remotely human-
people failing to recognise that "i am become blade" is a reference in a game full of references and losing their shit over the "bad grammar" on his banner is the latest addition in my despair at the human race
and it's not that i expect everyone to know that reference immediately, of course not, but could we maybe... oh, i don't know, use our brains for five minutes before we make posts online? maybe use this vast digital world of knowledge to educate ourselves? no, no, i know. too much to ask-
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okay i was going to be productive but then i remembered the new season of legend of vox machina dropped today so i'm off to watch the first 3 episodes-
i woke up for all of like 2 hours earlier and then my brain and body both went: nope. and i slept for another 5 hours (not straight through, sadly, but i'll take what i can get)
so i fear today has been a very unproductive one again-
