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the events of arcane if viktor's childhood best friend was ionian. perhaps there's more to them than meets the eye...
blend of LoL lore and events from the show, soulmate themes, a classic slow burn (but with mutual pining), general childhood friends to lovers, reader is basically a god, fluff, and angst. more parts are underway :)
zhongli recounts the tale about his encounter with a certain snezhnayan princess. multi-part. fem reader. fluff, angst, reader is the daughter of the cryo archon.
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🐍 levi x idol!reader: part i. part ii. part iii. part iv. part v (coming soon).
undercover idol!reader? undercover idol!reader! how levi falls in love with the biggest pop idol in all the realms… without knowing they’re his best friend! gn reader, they/them pronouns used, fluff, angst.
siren's relationship dynamic with each of the boys during their trainee years. note: this contains info from an old OC and thus does not actually reflect the updated version of her!
🎶 solo songs
a list of siren's songs as well as a linked playlist!
👗 clothing headcanons
a general guide to siren's clothing aesthetic!
❤️ siren's s/o speculations
wanna try and guess who siren's romantic interest will be later on? feel free to reblog this post or comment to lmk!
🍳 sunny siren up: headcanons
siren’s own v-live cooking show series! join her and her guests on various culinary adventures :)
summary: zhongli recalls the fateful tale of when a certain snezhnayan princess was sent on a mission to liyue. fem reader. 682 words.
warnings: none
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It was another mild, serene day in Liyue Harbor. Ships glided across the sea's turquoise waters, and the market was rife with the usual hustle and bustle. Zhongli felt the gentle caress of Barbatos' breeze as he sat on the patio of the newest up-and-coming tea shop in the city, with notes of chamomile, orange, and Qiaoying's signature black blend dancing on his tongue. He watched with quiet affection as a young man proposed to his lover on the streets below, and the sun warming his face brought forth a small, content smile.
Zhongli had, admittedly, become quite fond of fading into the background and watching the lives of everyone around him play out. He felt a sense of duty to know the ins and outs of every person residing within the city he had personally fostered and protected for centuries. Off the top of his head, Little Xia would start school soon. The ship with the blue sails had caught a large haul of fish and would be allowed to stay in the harbor with their families longer once they returned -- it had been many weeks and he knew their spouses could hardly wait. Hu Tao had seen an increase in business in the past few days. Yun Jin had just completed the production of her newest play. His birthday would be approaching in the coming weeks and with it, the tide of a new year.
Preparations for the lantern rite festival had already begun, and stalls selling both materials for making and completed lanterns could be found scattered down along the waterfront. The man took another slow sip of his tea, but before he could muse further, the familiar babble and laughter of children roused him from his reverie.
"Mr. Zhongli! Mr. Zhongli!" Little Lulu called, running up to where he sat, her playmates in tow.
Zhongli made the timely decision to set his teacup down as the young girl barreled into him, wrapping her small arms around him in a tight hug. Zhongli's smile widened into a surprised grin.
"Little Lulu, how lovely it is to see that happy face. How are your parents?" he asked, gently patting the top of her head.
"Everything's great! 'Cept my daddy forgot my mommy's birthday and their anniversary. But she told me not to tell anyone!" she beamed, and Zhongli's smile faltered ever so slightly.
"Ah... I see," he chuckled awkwardly before gazing at the two other boys waiting patiently for his attention.
"What's the occasion? Surely you didn't run all across Liyue Harbor just to give me a hug."
Little Lulu detached herself from Zhongli's side as Little Fei pouted. "We were playing pirates again, but we couldn't come up with a good story... and then we remembered you're the best at telling stories, so we came and found you!"
"So it's a story you seek, is it?" He said, leaning back in his seat. "Must it be about pirates? I'm sure Captain Beidou has much better tales than I about life on the sea."
"Anything will do!" Little Fei exclaimed, crossing his arms. "We're just bored, but your stories are always entertaining."
Zhongli's lips quirked at the young boy's compliment. "Hmm... have I told you about the Rabbit on the Moon?"
The children nodded.
"I see... well then, what about the Hare and the Tortoise?"
"You've told us that one, too!" Little Meng said, coming up to lean on Zhongli's knee. "We want something new."
"Yeah! Something new!" Little Lulu parroted, jumping excitedly.
The man brought a finger to his lips as he contemplated. Something new... a story he had never told anyone before...
"Perhaps I have the perfect story after all. It took place here, in this very harbor, not far from where we sit now..."
The three children quickly drew nearby stools and took their seats before him, exchanging excited smiles.
Sensing that his eager audience was ready for him to continue, he spoke once more. "This is a story about yin and yang - the fateful crossing of paths between a princess and a god. Shall we begin?"
writing reader inserts is so funny because it's like. yeah you would NOT say that but now you do and you're gonna enjoy it. it's inevitably pouring a part of you into this fic. it's describing your dissociative daydreams in overly detail to everyone searching specifically for food to feed their dissociative daydreams. it's coming up with a hundred different scenarios on how to get railed by your favorite 2D man and yeah his dick is always big and he wants you so badly. it's playing barbie with Y/N who is like an universal OC at this point. it's going on silly little adventures in my mind and taking you all with me. reader inserts i love you so much.
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summary: general headcanons about the world of teyvat and, by extension, the gods that rule it.
warnings: spoilers for sumeru’s, fontaine’s and natlan’s archon quest.
inspired by @oliveden ‘s archon headcanons.
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visions are strongest in the realm dominated by its element — geo visions will be stronger in liyue, dendro in sumeru, etc. the amount the vision’s power increases is dependent on how in tune the vision wielder is with their element.
mondstadt is the youngest of the seven nations. snezhnaya used to border liyue, and a harsh mountain pass divided the two nations. it was only after the massacre that was the archon war that the new cryo archon ceded the mountainous south in favor of retreating farther up north. with his newfound power, barbatos clumsily hand carved the jagged cliffs and sharp valleys that’s now known as mondstadt for the snezhnayans left abandoned by their former god. dragonspine stands as a reminder of what their home used to be before barbatos graciously gave them freedom.
all of sumeru used to be harsh desert. it’s no secret that rukkhadevata created the lush, fruitful jungles that most sumerans call home out of a barren wasteland, and it is because of the new dendro archon — nahida — that the jungle continues to flourish. flowers bloom in the wake of her footfalls and new forests sprout with a wave of her hand, its health inherently tied with her livelihood. should the dendro archon die and not reincarnate, appoint a successor, or relinquish their domain to irminsul, the vibrant and forested east of sumeru will wither and rot, the western sands reclaiming its old territory as nature returns to equilibrium.
the tsaritsa’s anguish hardened into bitterness, and bitterness into apathy. in turn, the pleasant and fertile rolling hills and gentle peaks of snezhnaya hardened and froze over, soft grass and fields of wildflowers being replaced with permafrost and tundra. much of modern snezhnaya is considered inhospitable and now lies above the arctic circle. only those with cryo visions are able to withstand its subzero temperatures and biting winds for extended periods of time, and one can find small pockets of life dotted throughout the glaciers and ice sheets — communities comprised entirely of cryo vision wielders and their kin.
i imagine snezhnaya’s music to sound similar to tennen composed by hania rani (listen to it here).
the archons are bound by their gnosis to their domain and thus physically unable to leave the borders of their nation. the capital city of each region in teyvat is rife with embassies and carefully selected diplomats to carry out international relations and their god’s wills.
natlanians are unable to leave their homelands for extended periods. phlogiston, being in the air and earth of natlan, has become a vital source of life alongside food and water. anyone born and raised in the nation of fire and war will quickly become dependent on the substance to live, and should a natlan native find themselves elsewhere in teyvat for too long, they will experience increasingly worsening fatigue, muscle weakness, loss of appetite, dehydration, dizziness, and hallucinations, which can lead to organ failure among other conditions. to avoid this fate, those who wish to travel must plan in advance and pack phlogiston inhalers, but the devices are only a temporary solution and cannot sustain someone for longer than a week or two at a time.
the pyro archon rises and lowers the sun and the geo archon the moon each and every day. akin to the circadian rhythm, they possess an internal clock that tells them when to perform this duty. during periods of war where even the pyro archon can’t afford to leave the battlefield, citizens of teyvat have recorded the phenomena of night or day lasting weeks at a time all while the moon completes its usual cycle. the longest period the daylight cycle remained unbalanced was during the archon war where it seemed as if even the sun and moon were fighting for dominion over the sky.
the anemo archon controls the winds and air itself and the hydro archon controls condensation and precipitation across teyvat. after the hydro archon’s death, this responsibility fell to neuvillette, who at first maintained a very rigid schedule and didn’t think twice about it before he read a bewildered meteorologist’s column in the steambird that remarked how it always rained for exactly five hours on tuesdays and fridays. he still struggles with creating the same level of spontaneity and diversity in weather that foçalors seemed to effortlessly have, but he’s noticed that the ability seems tied to his emotional state… it’s always overcast after a particularly troubling court case.
thunder and lightning storms occur when the electro archon wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.
rex lapis bleeds liquid gold, and there’s whispers of a band of hunters solely dedicated to profiting off this myth.
every nation has its own distinct language, but after the fall of khaenri’ah, its language was adopted as the lingua franca in order to keep part of it tangible and alive.
the pyro archon once targeted celestia with pillars of rock in the geo archon’s fashion, but missed. the displaced earth trail behind celestia’s orbit, almost mockingly, but a very keen eye observing from the right location and time of day will notice that behind celestia, it almost looks like a piece of the sky is missing.
being made out of a branch of irminsul, as nahida grows and ages, she will slowly become more lithe and earthen as white branches sprout from her scalp and limbs and moss climbs her legs. all dendro archons who share this origin have the same fate: they will one day root to the earth like any tree, and their final resting places can be found in long-forgotten lands of sumeru. it’s rumored that eating the fruit that grows from them will grant the consumer forbidden knowledge. if you place your hand on the bark, you can feel a faint pulsing, almost like a heartbeat.
the culmination of love is grief , and yet we love , despite the inevitable.
ଓ.° ・ zhongli. genshin impact.
quote cr : god of war. revised & rewritten!
in a life where a dragon learns of humanity, the ebb & flow of mortality known, zhongli indulges in the beauty of fleeting time : a temporary keepsake, this lack of forever. he humbles himself in the weavings of this mortal life, heart gentle as he places it in the hands of vulnerability and humility.
( is it strange, he ponders, to freely indulge in a life knowing that one day, it will eventually end? perhaps for him. perhaps the idea of an end, a graceful sleep bound by the passing of the soul, seems like a final act of kindness. that, at the very least, is what he can give to those who cross the river. )
the confessions of love, he learns, are an intricate thing. how beautiful it is, those words, laced with adoration and silk and the many things one would deem far too worthy to simply be defined through mora. he knows of the feeling that dwells in this heart : a lone bud resides in the domain of a war-stricken god, surrounded by yearnings of the past and hope for a future in a different life. it blooms with time, fulfilled through means of ardor and endearment. it blossoms with every beat, every moment spent together, and he does not know what to make of it.
it is a dangerous feeling, and not even he, in all he has done for the sake of liyue, thinks he can allow himself this selfishness.
( for your sake, he reasons. but maybe he is denying the existence of the fear that echoes in his mind, the endgame of the bond between a mortal and a god. )
"it must be very lonely," you once told him under the oak tree, "walking the path of godhood."
he remembers that encounter all too well, and in every lifetime his soul has endured, through every significant moment of grief and wonder and everything in-between, he will remember it most. it will cling to his heart, and he will carry it with him, dearly. deeply. the way your voice wavered slightly, the trembling of your hands when he carefully took them in his. he never answered, never spoke of his longing for you. but it was there all along, hidden beneath the reminiscence of previous lives, lying in between the soft spoken words of longing for what could be.
you do not exchange the words of love yet, and zhongli is grateful. he knows the mortal life well, but even such an occasion remains a mystery to him, and it is not one he is ready for, even if the heart knows it, quickens in the presence of your existence -- a silent reminder of his affection. he does not know what will happen when that day comes. he wants to hear the words, wants to say them, but what will be of the future?
( he knows. he always has. it is inevitable.
he will be the one to lay you to rest, guide you to an afterlife, and then he will be alone again. another grave. another vacancy in the vestige of cherished memories. and it will wound him terribly so, even if he tries to prepare himself for it from the very start. )
will the pain be worth it? will the pain be worth it? will the pain be worth it?
even a god remains uncertain. but the days pass, and life goes on, and in the serenity of what it means to be human, zhongli learns. he wakes to the sight of you by his side, your eyes closed, breaths calm and even. his vision is blurry -- if for a moment, but even the recognition of your being and existence is enough to grant reprieve. a second, then two. he rubs his eyes, vision clearing. inhale, exhale. the knowing of you.
he cannot help but lace his fingers with yours-- a habit he has come by in the recent months, and he squeezes ever so softly-- not enough to wake you, but he hopes it is enough to let you know that even in your dreams, he is here for you.
the hours pass, yet a god does not move. the continuous rise and fall of your chest, the feeling of your body pressed against his. he wonders if this is what it means, this brutal and kind mortality.
-- will the pain be worth it?
another inhale. exhale. his breath stills when you open your eyes ; it is almost instinct that your lips curve in tenderness and love at the sight of him. he hums softly, half in amusement, half in quiet means of a good morning, and kisses your forehead.
( yes, he thinks, hearing your soft laughter in the early hours of yet another morning spent together, it will be worth it. )
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