THIS WORLD.

i had a feeling it wouldn’t be possible to maintain two blogs with the kind of schedule i have as both a full-time university student AND a part-time worker. in truth....i only moved my GENSHIN MUSES to this blog because i believed with my other blog, being a MULTIFANDOM blog, it tends to make the genshin RPC hesitant or “wary” about them for whatever reason. basically, i had a hard time making interactions on that blog with my genshin muses and hardly any of the GENSHIN community wanted to interact or follow. for that reason alone, i felt things would change by making a genshin-only multimuse blog and it turns out i was right. however......i don’t necessarily feel like it is truly getting much interactions because it seems multimuses are not entirely welcomed in the genshin RPC. 

this experience itself did become the second reason for wanting to MOVE ALL MY GENSHIN MUSES BACK TO MY OTHER BLOG so i only have one blog to manage. but overall, the biggest reason leans more towards maintaining two blogs with the kind of schedule i have. i also have a social life outside of just being on tumblr and having one blog actually made things much simpler. i don’t have to look over two blogs or basically switch from replying to drafts on one blog and switch to the next blog, etc. etc. the more i did this, the more difficult it became and make replying take longer than usual. this in return gives lack of motivation because at the end of the day...RPING IS A HOBBY OF MINE, NOT A JOB.

in the end, i don’t want rping becoming another job and an actual hobby that i enjoy. so with these reasons in mind, i’ll be moving my genshin muses to @pcrdiseseekers which is a MULTIFANDOM MULTIMUSE blog. 

dealing with treasure hoarders proved to be rather          troublesome but she had no issues with fighting them off alone. All these other weapons the merchant provided were sufficient enough, making the delinquent rather pleased. She knew the look on Boss’ face when being able to secure a couple of them for the rest of the boys. Although they don’t seem...high in condition, the durability helped out the most with her athletic form. Shinobu could easily perform the simplest strikes without worrying how the weapon will get in the way. Even performing high jumps and slays from mid-air were done accurately, although it never seemed to come out that way from the man’s mouth. He always appeared to be apologizing at times when a sudden ambush happened even if the deputy sensed it from miles away. Those perceptive eyes tend to send chills, which is why their guards weren’t ever present. It’s hard to explain but the Vision she possessed helped to open those pupils --- no different from dilating one’s eyes to open them widely. Unlike the usual difficulty, she found it as a gift which is why the woman could move quickly as she does. Others described her behavior like some sort of ninja which she wasn’t. 

"What matters more is your safety, Daniel. On the bright side, your weapons are proving their usefulness and makes this effort worthwhile. You should have pride in your work as well as guarding it like it’s important as your life.” Though Shinobu doesn’t mean to go to extreme lengths of sacrificing himself, it should be known of having high respects for his stock. Before tucking away the weapon there’s a surprising action happening to the delinquent. It seemed like her body was...being embraced, well not too different from how her boys would do it. Their worried looks would provoke them into embracing someone they relied on and treated like family. Well the Electro user won’t deny this hug, merely returning it lightly just to be cautious of their surroundings. It won’t be long until night falls and their journey isn’t completed for another day more. “We should make camp here and head out early in the morning. I’ll keep a watch out for any potential treasure hoarders who might ambush us again.”

[ for kaeya ! 🥺 ]

the return back to this mansion have brought fond          memories, ones he wouldn’t deny to coming back. At the same time there leaves a bittersweet sentiment on the bottom of the captain’s tongue. It wouldn’t do well into intruding before the home of Diluc, well it was considered his own in some manner. Yet it’s quite clear how the man’s...presence was not entirely invited for good reasons. Kaeya would normally shrug it off, believing this is the farthest their brotherly relationship would progress. Any step forward was a nice change of pace but only if the red-haired wasn’t stubborn about it. Respecting the man’s wishes, he was about to depart until the familiar maid insisted on staying over the evening. Wandering about the Dawn’s Winery and the woods nearby wasn’t safe --- she truly had forgotten who he was. A sigh escapes as if attempting to charm his way out of staying here, mostly from the narrowed brows when looking at the other. He may take pleasure into the thought but it all comes down to their young Master here who desired to keep the Cryo user around. "As much as I’d love to stay like old times, I’m afraid the one who should have a saying in this is Master Diluc himself. Well then...what do you think?”

A charming smile spread across Kaeya’s face as if expecting for a response of rejecting such an idea. That was the natural thing to expect, though what followed isn’t what the captain was ready for. A sudden embrace was delivered to his body...finding it difficult to process what just occurred. Although it seemed like an innocent gesture, the male couldn’t find a moment to react. Perhaps the likely chance for this to happen was throughout their childhood. For that reason alone, an uncovered eye would squint roughly as if trying to conceal the desire to shed a tear. His emotions were uncertain of how to react and believed it might have been the other’s way of punishing him. There could have been a shred of desire to reconnect their relationship, at least in Diluc’s own way. Even the maid’s reaction was stunned though relieved to see the obvious response of permitting the Cryo user to staying for the night. A gloved hand shifted against the red-haired man’s back, giving it a gentle stroke before sighing softly. “A yes would suffice...but I’ll stay for the evening, if you like Diluc.”

progress demanded for a slow pace or it became quicker          than he’d least expect it through other courses. With a book at hand, the Scribe believed a good space for some quiet time would bring new concepts to reflect upon. Even the pages of this book weren’t enough to scribble a couple of notes without the proper space to stretch out. He figured this quaint, but comforting office would do...regardless of who it belonged to. Al-Haitham made certain not to lay fingers towards the important files at hand despite their reliance on receiving intel through another network --- a shame the Academiya scholars couldn’t rely on the normal textbooks like before. Eyes were intensely focused on the reading, blocking out whatever noise arises but figured a certain roommate’s voice would break those barriers. A demanding tone hardly did little to break away the focus and pretended he didn’t exist for a long while. Granting little taunts, especially the easy teasing, would do wonders to explaining himself. 

“...Was all this a joke to you this whole time? I thought you were someone who...wanted to help me. But you’ve been lying to me and the people of Mondstadt this whole time? Tell me this isn’t the truth, Venti!”

immense heat surrounded both the moment those arms          desperately cling to his side for his own survival. A small traveler who was known throughout certain regions of Teyvat as brave, the thought of them knowing he’d commit this small deed was embarrassing. Even so no other warriors would dare to venture throughout the land of ice where one could freeze solid. To think the high dense snows would...plague their eyesight, as well as making the blonde’s body shiver in these levels was insane. No wonder Aether could envision the people of Snezhnaya getting accustomed to it while wrapping themselves in heavy clothing. The coat the Harbinger comrade of his brought them was pleasant, yet amber eyes were being threatened with icy droplets that ached. A breath puffed out while embracing Childe closely --- if it were possible then cheeks might blush by the sudden closeness. He realized his form wasn’t being pushed away, merely stepping forth towards the shelter nearby to rest up. Venturing out like this wouldn’t do them wonders as ears attentively heard the other’s words. “I-I figured that...m-might be something y-you’d say...C-Childe...ah...” Although a heated flare appeared on the celestial being’s cheeks, knowing full well of how much warmth ran throughout his body. Being this close towards the tall male brought about a sense of relief and a skipped heartbeat. 

Through the light shivers continuing to escape Aether’s body, they finally arrived at the cabin nearby. A dreadful reality where they reached it just before the blizzard hit in left the traveler unable to say anything. Maybe he tried to keep himself warm...at least until the harbinger managed to create a fire, something to keep both warm. Until the blizzard dies down they would be stuck here together which is something the blonde didn’t particularly mind. From all their adventures together, even before knowing he belonged to the Fatui, the male could entrust his life. He didn’t speak a word just yet before stripping away the coat and sat down closely to Tartaglia --- a head exhaustedly rested against those broad shoulders. Combined with the fireplace and the other’s body left him quite content with no fear of catching a cold.

from how the winds shifted to a gentle atmosphere it          would seem like hospitality was the sentiment he sensed. The winds never declared a wrong statement, at least not how the swordsman believed. Whatever calamity was running inside the oni’s mind is not one to discuss about when they all shared their unfortunate tales. Compared to what reputation was delivered, rather than...deserving, was a natural response towards strangers. Kazuha imagines that Inazuma City and its citizens would have mixed perspectives of what to view a former outlaw as a hero. He rather not be seen as one, not when the act of defending the traveler is what any sane companion would do. Perhaps the bravery of somehow defying the Raiden Shogun are what makes everyone wary --- those exaggerated rumors were ones he didn’t find pleasant. Well at least eyes could soften up before the Arataki Gang, a group with its unique members and appear to have a friendly atmosphere. Their leader also managed to become inviting towards the gathering like it was a natural thing. He wonders if being around a wanderer like himself wasn’t too intimidating, or bringing up questions about that incident. The lack of questioning is what makes the Anemo user quite content into delivering a warm greeting towards the rest of the oni’s gang. An embarrassed chuckle was a typical response, still weighing about being a trouble for looking out for someone like himself.

“That reminds me of what my friend spoke the first time she permitted me to stay on her ship. I may not have much to return, but if there ever comes a time when you need me...feel free to ask, Arataki Itto.” Returning favors of generosity were a specialty of Kazuha’s, mostly from not feeling right to never doing something in return. The swordsman grew up with the mentality of returning kindness should someone return it. After all, in this current world...there leaves a rare window of opportunity for expressing tranquility in the midst of chaos. All those gentle eyes ever witnessed was the hardships of not only himself but everyone. His family, and those around his clan, were no stranger to these words. Things have shifted for the best when one believes the winds have followed to the lands of Inazuma --- that’s what he gathered by their mixed scents. It’d be hard enough to explain these voices, but grows attached towards the people he encounters as a fond experience. A use of his Anemo vision makes the male happily adjust himself against the branch of a high tree. Maple eyes seem to look beyond what is right before him, unknowing to what may reach out towards him. Only the unsettling airs around them would alert his mind and later a bandaged hand reaching for his sword.

Wandering thoughts were later interrupted by the oni’s voice calling out towards him for the prepared meal. No wonder that pleasant aroma was blending along with the swordsman’s thoughts, a strange mix of the two. A stomach emitted its fierce growl to show he hadn’t had a proper meal for quite a while. Journeying this far, especially with no Mora at hand, would become...concerning for most. Only when offering to do small tasks throughout the city would the male receive Mora --- he wouldn’t dare to ask for something without giving in return. Hopping down from the branch, Kazuha grasped the bowl of food with a grateful smile. A spoonful was taken into the male’s mouth while munching on it slowly. The tastes certainly blended with the aroma it delivered, bringing a satisfaction to his stomach. “It’s quite delicious, Itto. You have a skill for cooking meals into your gang.” Although he continued eating there was a somewhat surprised look when being asked to decide on what they’d have in the morning.

Behaving like this was a natural reaction which is something Arataki Itto couldn’t be helped if someone didn’t pull that tease. The other question popping up into mind, however, did bring up the oni’s mood. Especially when talking about the grander...yet complicating schemes their gang leader tend to get them into. What mattered the most of the boy’s interest in pulling it off, no matter if it involved some charity event or being up to no good. It’s up to the Inazuman people around the city to judge it though he’s not going to change for anyone else. “Well we’ve certainly didn’t get into any kind of trouble, Shinobu. I mean if you wanna count that time me and the boys were tryin’ to set up a little campin’ site near the Shogun’s place, then I guess. We only wanted to go there and mind our own business since we weren’t allowed to do it in the first place. Oh! There’s also that time with Yoimiya and the rest of the kids wantin’ to challenge me in some good ol’ beetle fights. That detective guy also gave us a little round of TCG and he had the crazy idea of hostin’ a small tournament. But that general said ‘Oh it’s not a wise decision to be holding pointless games in the name of the Shogun’ and some crap.” The gang leader could go on about their little mishaps, some merely being about cutting loose once in a while. Only through the back of the oni’s mind was trying to attempt this job business if it meant raising money to assist their deputy. Seeing her working hard, even able to carry out other tasks, was an admirable trait.

such generosity would be unspoken of, nor given a          second glance when she was involved in a discussion. Well they’d immediately retreat towards their maid and request that she handle the most simplest of tasks. Anything pertaining to Commission quests, even the ones requiring to obtain intel, were best left towards the main Knights of Favonius. It’d be such an aspiring wish...to one day join their higher ranks and getting to leave Mondstadt’s borders for dealing with the monster issue. Armored hands would merely be met with attire being washed, tea being brewed to perfection, and sending off letters towards residents of the city. Such a simple lifestyle could satisfy Noelle and even draw closer to the knights --- someday being acknowledged through these wondrous accomplishments. Years had gone by and it wasn’t until now, when a familiar Mondstadter would arrive to change things. A heart nearly skips a beat after that determined declaration of assisting her reach her noble dream. Oh, the possible trouble she could cause nearly threw off the purpose behind their cooperation by defeating the Rifthounds in the area. “O-Oh there truly is no reason to go through the trouble of helping me with their ranks, Thoma. I understand my time will come but I am...happy with how things are. Or I may understand why Acting Grand Master Jean cannot consider my skills to aid her troubling duties.” Focus Noelle, focus.

“S...So they only engage in ambushes compared to other monsters, Thoma? This would be quite informative to know regarding Rifthounds and their style of combat. Understood...” A hand rises before Noelle’s chest as eyes now close themselves to use the Elemental Sight that all vision holders possess. The skill back then almost seemed like a dream, a hallucination where someone ordinary as the maid could detect small traces of a being’s presence. Even other vision wielders were...also things she could sense. As a repeating image of what the Pyro user could detect, similar cracks of lightning were scattered in a clear path towards the deeper parts of the woods. Their footsteps became a secondary source of where the Rifthounds ventured --- a bad feeling within the Geo user’s stomach suddenly arises. Although Abyssal creatures did make their presence around Mondstadt, the knowledge of these specific monsters had been left away from the books. Not even their Outrider made a detailed description when facing them or it was done intentionally. Perhaps someone who came from Inazuma’s lands was well informed of their existence, maybe combating them with how they spawn insanely compared to the land of winds. A hand hovers around the woman’s mouth to conceal a gasp that threatened to escape by the sight. These wolves have certainly left their impression, all too unfamiliar with how to respond. Only one option was left as she followed her companion to the location of their target.

“Ready when you are, Thoma.” Fairly light claymore is clutched between thin fingers, taking a fighting stance with her best foot forward. The blade is prepared though reflects on meaningful words that the maid possesses compared to most Knights of Favonius. A worthy asset to someday assist in protecting them, Mondstadt’s safety became a core ideal towards hardening a Vision into becoming a shield to guard. Noelle’s body focuses on the shieldcraft...mirroring Thoma’s own but differs in elemental construct. The moment is nearly taken away, a bit startled by the sudden rush of wolves that spotted them --- she must improve on timing more quickly. Repeating the same stance had crafted the Geo shield with a collection of rocks making a transparent wall surrounding her knightly form. “I must leave no stone unturned!” 

Eyes were notably narrowing before the direction of the fae, clearly Venti felt a great amount of disappointment. For the bard took strumming the lyre to great pride and many among Mondstadt enjoyed his melodies. No wonder that delusional nickname never...failed to hit a nerve, being the one thing the archon never enjoyed. The Anemo Archon shook it off just by resuming the gentle embrace while nuzzling closely to her neck like a playful spirit. As much as he appreciated the graceful flattery, arms soon released her body with a curious brow. “Hmm so there’s a tale you must bestow to my ears alone? Very well, Lumine...ahem. Come to the familiar spot where no one shall bother us. We wouldn’t want the walls to suddenly develop ears like the old tales.” A hand suddenly grasped the other’s with care and tugs the traveler deep within the tavern’s upper floor. One corner where Barbatos could have his fill with wine, perhaps he’ll consider buying some for this momentous occasion of their reunion --- receive a small little favor to have it purchased for the archon. When they arrived he sat right across with an arm resting against the table and smiles.

an inevitable outcome would arise and it was his own          kind of gamble taking part, something to regret later on. At one point the forest watcher could wallow in subtle guilt though not enough to shrug his responsibilities. After all, the kind of rest to take part over mental rest isn’t a suitable excuse. If Tighnari’s own condition were to fall...there goes the forest and its inexperienced adventurers roaming about like idiots. Arms folded across the Dendro user’s chest, fox ears twitching by the reality they’re both undergoing because of the Academiya. Call it his own animal blood’s instincts but a sensitive nose could sniff out the malice in the sage’s plans --- as not shocking to constantly reject their proposal to return. Besides, the comfort he’s felt around the forest was his true calling though it appears one of their main assets is now being targeted. A sort of hypotheses of his own believed they wouldn’t true in someone capable especially if they can’t control it. For that line of thinking, one could say the fox has grown attached to the General while contemplating on a plan. A tail sways slowly as if expecting this kind of response but mostly curious.