Could talk about Xie Lians sleeper build all day. Literally looks tiny and small dressed in his big flowy robe but the second he puts on woman’s clothes he is all giant shoulders and thick waist. He famously wears a a potato sack of a robe but also was famously a man so beautiful he reflected perfect masculinity and femininity. Like he just looks so dainty cause of his soft smile and pretty hair and then boom the robe is gone and you have a solid wall of Dianxia’s boulder crushing tits I hope Hua Cheng got a nosebleed when he saw them up close.
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How would a situation is Nod-Krai go if the Creator was chased there and Foul Legacy had to find someone or someplace to protect them for a bit as he takes care of the most stubborn ones? Would he maybe go to Lauma who so far seems like someone who opposes misinformed tradition, or find a tight space hidden in a cave or something and cover their body with his own instead so when the hunt comes knocking he will protect them directly?
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there are a few options- one is indeed Lauma, but it's his least favorite. she's kind and gracious enough, and even after a few minutes he can tell that she wouldn't turn down someone in need- but what of the other Frostmoon Scions? with how devoted they are to their beloved moon, it's only expected that they'd be as worshipful of you- if they believe that you are the true Creator. so much of Teyvat already lies and hunts. they could easily join the vengeful crowd. the Scions live in cold moonlight where you'd be easily spotted, even if they did welcome you warmly. Legacy rumbles softly, nudging you along. perhaps one day, slowly, or if Lauma could offer you somewhere quiet. but not tonight
he could leave you with Columbina, the kuuhenki happily leading you right to her. bonding over an unwanted godhood, those who bow and those who raise their weapons to pick apart your bones. it's peaceful and serene, flowers gently rustling with each step- but without much to do, unable to leave Silvermoon Hall. but until the hunt draws closer, you remain, sitting by Columbina or wandering on your own. the kuuhenki turn flips in the air, looping around to make you smile as the New Moon quietly enjoys your company. she knows you're them- the Creator, the one who gave rise to the silver lights and snow. not worshipping, yet not using her for power. when you have to say goodbye as voices draw near, she leaves a grateful blessing by the touch of her hand, Foul Legacy cradling you with gentle arms
the final and safest is an eerie cemetery, just off the coast from Paha Isle, countless ghosts and a single Lightkeeper vigilantly watching day and night. Flins welcomes you warmly, no pomp or commotion, shaking your hand and Foul Legacy's with a firm grip. an old, tired fae, with little but a broken lighthouse and long-dead spirits- he guides you through the dark fog with his lantern, mist that few others could hope to breach, and Legacy finally purrs in relief. here, you'll be safe, surrounded by ghosts and graves and silence. even the enormous mechanism in the distance seems like a friend, branded with the symbol of the Fatui and overlooked by Sandrone's watchful eye. in the daylight Legacy leads your executors down and away, blood coating the blade of his spear
in the night, the moon shines brighter somehow, always taking him all the way back to you
Somewhere within the quiet sanctum of the Sanctuary of Surasthana, a tiny god wandered the marbled halls in thought, her bare feet making no sound against the cool stone. Outside, the flora of Sumeru danced with life lush, vibrant, and unusually exuberant, as if the land itself were humming a joyful tune.
The trees swayed not just with the breeze, but with purpose. The flowers bloomed early, wide and radiant. Even the ever-elusive Aranara flitted about more openly, giggling in their strange tongue and whispering secrets to the wind.
The Dendro Archon, watched it all unfold from the many windows of her sanctuary. She had spoken with the Aranara, listened to their riddles and gentle stories, and heard the way they spoke of a return. Of music and grace. Of something once lost now finding its way home.
It wasn’t uncommon for the Aranara to be cryptic, but this time… their joy was real. Unmistakable.
And it wasn’t because of her.
No, they had said it clearly, reverently: “Their Grace is back.”
Nahida rested a delicate hand against the frame of an open window as the wind drifted past, unusually fragrant and melodic, as if carrying the faintest trace of a tune.
Something or someone was stirring the very soul of Sumeru.
✧✧✧✧✧
After playing at the tavern you peruse the shops of Sumeru with careful eyes, weaving through stalls filled with spices, exotic fruits, silks, and instruments of every shape and tone. Today, your goal is simple: find a case for your lyre.
A gift far too precious to leave unguarded.
As you run your fingers along a line of handcrafted cases, testing their stitching and fit, a more practical thought settles in:
You can’t carry every instrument you long to play. Not with your feet still wandering and your pack already heavy. Your enthusiasm might be endless, but your arms are not.
It’s a bittersweet realization. You imagine one day sitting before a grand harp, fingers trembling as they pluck strings you’ve never touched before. Even if it isn’t yours, yet you still dream of hearing that sound under your hands.
You settle on a modest but sturdy case lined with soft green fabric, something that will keep the lyre safe through the roads ahead. As the shopkeeper wraps it, you glance over your shoulder at the other instruments with a wistful smile.
You may not carry them all, but you’ll chase their songs wherever your journey takes you.
One day, you thought.
Your plan had been simple, visit the Zubayr Theater, maybe peek in, maybe even sit in the far back to watch. But like every time before, the guards at the entrance held up a hand, firm but polite. “Full house,” they said. Again.
And from the excited chatter of the crowd outside, you gathered it was for good reason. The final night of the festival, the grand closing performance.
Of course the theater would be packed. You weren’t the only one turned away, but it didn’t ease the sting.
So, you gave a quiet nod and turned around, making your familiar walk of shame back down the steps, You tried not to dwell on it. Tried not to let your curiosity take over for what made the citizen of Sumeru so excited this past few days.
When you arrived at the tavern, the familiar warmth wrapped around you like a cloak. You greeted the bartender with a smile, nodding to a few patrons who raised their mugs and gave you cheerful waves.
But tonight, you didn’t unpack your flute. You didn’t pull out your lyre or warm up your voice. Instead, you found a quiet spot near the back and sat down, content to watch someone else step into the light for once. You let the music wash over you, gentle and unfamiliar, your hands cradling a warm drink rather than an instrument.
Tonight, you weren’t the performer. Just a listener.
The soft clatter of dishes, the low hum of conversation, and the steady rhythm of the musician’s tune all blended into a comforting backdrop as you quietly enjoyed your meal. The warmth of the tavern, familiar and lived-in, wrapped around you like a blanket. It was one of those rare moments of stillness, you greatly enjoy.
And that calm was gently interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.
You turned slightly, looking up to see a young woman standing beside you. Her clothing marked her as a local, flowing fabric in the soft greens and golds typical of Sumeru’s style, adorned with delicate embroidery that hinted at both artistry and practicality.
She smiled politely, tilting her head. “Would you mind if I sit here?”
You offered a soft smile in return, gesturing to the empty seat across from you. “Not at all.”
She sat down with an air of quiet confidence, placing her hands neatly on the table. Though she said nothing at first, her eyes lingered on you with faint curiosity, as if she knew something she wasn’t quite ready to speak aloud. Still, her presence didn’t feel intrusive… only curious, patient, and maybe just a little familiar.
Not wanting to be swallowed by the awkward quiet that had begun to settle, you parted your lips to speak but the young woman beat you to it.
“So,” she asked softly, her eyes studying you with a calm, inquisitive gaze, “how are you finding our nation so far?”
You blinked at the sudden question, then leaned back slightly, humming thoughtfully. Her tone was casual, but her attention was sharp, like someone quietly observing more than just your words. Still, the question was harmless enough.
You gave her a polite smile, one that came naturally. “It’s been great, actually. This is my first time traveling to a foreign land… and so far, I’m really enjoying myself.”
She nodded, almost as if she expected your answer. “I’m glad,” she said simply, but her gaze didn’t waver. “Sumeru can be a strange place for newcomers—especially during a celebration like this. There’s a lot of... noise. But maybe you’ve brought some of your own.”
The comment hung in the air, light but loaded. She said it with a smile, but something in her tone made you wonder just how much she knew.
But you brush past the weight of her words. It would be rude to assume.
You let out a light chuckle, trying to keep the mood pleasant. “Oh! Indeed I have,” you said, a touch of playfulness in your voice. “I’ve been enjoying myself quite a bit, singing and playing for the tavern patrons.”
You leaned back in your chair, a relaxed smile spreading across your face. “They’ve been rather generous with their coin lately. I must admit, it feels nice... to be appreciated.”
The woman returned your smile with a gentle one of her own, nodding quietly as she listened. “I’m glad,” she replied, her tone sincere. Then, after a short pause, her voice lowered slightly still soft, but now tinged with something more curious. “Though… there have been a few whispers. Rumors, if you will.”
That caught your attention, your expression tightening just slightly before you masked it with a light laugh. “Rumors?” you echoed, feigning amusement while subtly tensing beneath your calm exterior. “Pray tell, what kind of rumor?”
Your tone was playful, but you couldn’t help the flicker of nervousness behind your smile.
The woman’s smile didn’t falter, but her eyes gleamed with a quiet knowing as she leaned in just a little.
“They say there’s a traveler, a traveler that wears a mask” she began, almost conspiratorially, “who sings so beautifully, so soulfully, that their voice could rival their Grace’s.”
Your heart skipped—just once—but you kept your expression smooth.
There was that word again…
Your lips still curled in a half-smile.
“Oh?” you said lightly, laughing under your breath. “That’s quite the compliment. I’m not sure who started that one, but I assure you, I’m just a humble street performer with a cheap flute and a borrowed drum.”
She tilted her head, amusement flickering in her expression. “Maybe so,” she said, “but the rumors persist. The way people describe your music… it’s not just skill. They say it feels divine.”
You looked away for a moment, focusing on the worn wood of the table, the clink of glasses in the background, the sound of the other performer still strumming softly behind you. Anything but her eyes.
You cleared your throat and offered a lopsided grin. “Well, I suppose if the stories bring in more coin, I can’t complain, but—” You grinned wider, cupping your face with both hands in mock flattery. “Oh, you make me blush.”
She chuckled, but didn’t press further. Still, you felt her watching you, not with suspicion, but curiosity. Like she was trying to figure out a puzzle you didn’t even realize you were a part of.
The moment stretched a little too long, so you let your hands fall and leaned forward, fingers idly tracing the rim of your cup. “You’ve got a sharp look about you,” you said, your tone light but pointed. “Do you make a habit of analyzing wandering musicians?”
Her smile remained, but now it looked a little knowing. “Only the interesting ones,” she replied. “Especially those who don’t seem to realize the ripple they leave behind.”
You blinked, caught off guard by her words. Before you could ask what she meant, she stood, brushing imaginary dust from her sleeves.
“It was nice speaking with you,” she said with a polite nod. “I hope I hear your music again soon, maybe at the Zubayr Theater next time.”
You watched her rise with that same unreadable grace, but you weren’t about to let her go without a little flair.
With a dramatic sigh, you slumped back in your seat and clutched your chest. “Leaving already? And here I thought we were building something special,” you said, voice laced with mock heartbreak.
She paused mid-step and turned her head just slightly, a soft chuckle escaping her. “You performers really are full of theatrics,” she said, amused.
You gave her a grin. “It’s part of the charm.”
From her pocket, she pulled a small paper-wrapped bundle and gently placed it on the table in front of you. “For your voice,” she said, “and maybe… a bit of sweetness for the road.”
You blinked at the candied Ajilenakh Nuts, taken aback by the small kindness.
Before you could thank her properly, she simply smiled and slipped back into the crowd with a wave, vanishing between laughter and clinking glasses.
You stared after her for a moment, then looked down at the treat in your hand. A quiet gift, laced with mystery just like everything else tonight.
You popped one into your mouth, chewing slowly as the soft music resumed in the background. Sweet… and warm.
What an odd encounter that was…
✧✧✧✧✧
Nahida stood beneath the soft canopy of Sumeru’s ancient trees, the sunlight threading gold through the leaves like blessings. She had sensed the approach before he arrived—his presence familiar, sharp as ever, but no longer as volatile.
She didn’t look up right away. “I didn’t expect you to visit today.”
“I didn’t come to chat,” came the curt voice of the Wanderer, his arms crossed, expression unreadable as ever.
Nahida turned her gaze to him with her usual calm, curious smile. “Then what brings you here?”
Wordlessly, he produced a folded letter and handed it to her. The paper was of fine quality, sealed with the delicate emblem of a small Inazuman.
She broke the seal and read it.
It was written in careful strokes. They spoke of a mysterious musician—a masked traveler—who had once performed in Inazuma. Their melodies were described as otherworldly, soothing, divine. Birds would gather when they played, the cherry blossoms bloomed brighter, and even the sea breeze softened when the flute began to sing.
“Their presence,” the letter said, “breathed life into the air as if the gods themselves had whispered into the soil. We had not known peace like that in decades.”
Nahida’s brows gently lifted. Her fingers traced the final sentence, which lingered in her mind like an echo:
“We still don’t know their name, only that they left quietly... and the wind hasn’t sounded the same since.”
She looked up at the Wanderer, who stared somewhere off to the side, feigning disinterest.
“Do you believe this is the same traveler?” she asked gently.
“I don’t believe anything,” he snapped, though softer than usual. “But I’ve heard the same music in Sumeru now. Same pull. Same… feeling.”
Nahida’s gaze grew distant again, thoughtful. “Then the pieces are falling into place.”
She folded the letter with care and stood. “Thank you for bringing this.”
The Wanderer huffed and turned away, but paused.
“If they really are what you think they are,” he said without facing her, “then what will you do to the being playing god?”
so recently I've fallen in love.... With the idea of artist reader singing no longer you or any of the epic musical songs to the sahsrau cast just imagine them being like "write that down write it down!!!"
If you don't know what I'm talking about this is a snib bit from no longer you
I see a song of past Romance see the sacrifice of man see portrayals of betrayal And a brother's final standI see you on the brink of death see you draw your final Breath see a man who gets to make it home alive But it's no longer you
Cool right (°↓°)
Oh man, I feel this—like, the image of Artist!Reader pouring their soul into an emotional ballad like "No Longer You" while the SAHSRAU cast sits there completely wrecked?? Literal chills.
You’ve got Jing Yuan blinking real slow, just trying to process the layers of emotion while also silently mourning something he doesn’t fully understand. Dan Heng? Eyes closed, jaw tight—he gets it. He’s already rewriting his emotional response to the lyrics in real-time like a mental character study. March is crying but pretending she’s not, while Trailblazer is just going "write that down, write that down!!!" with sparkly eyes and their phone recording under the table like a gremlin.
And then Blade.
Blade, who’s so used to pain and loss being ugly and raw, is just staring at you like “why does this hurt worse when you put it like that?”
Reader: softly, finishing the last verse, "See the man who gets to make it home alive...
But it’s no longer you."
Blade: looks away fast “...Tch. That’s stupid. You’re stupid.”
Kafka: smiling “That’s not a no, though~”
Also imagine the chaos when Reader drops something from Epic: The Musical, and it’s just pure theater kid meets cosmic beings energy.
Reader: singing something from Achilles or Patroclus’ POV
Dan Heng: “Why does this feel like a fight we haven’t had yet.”
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Shocking I know, but yall haven't heard from me bc I've been having a busy year.
TLDR: Moved out of homestate year after graduating college, working paycheck to paycheck now, while taking online class (still taking, ill be done mid january), got hit by Hurricane Helene like 6 months? After moving here, and have been recovering from that while also maintaining job/class.
(It was like Katrina but for this area, bc they were unprepared for hurricanes here)
Have had No time yo work on my hobbies really, and if anyone remembers by now, ive been working on a followup fic for the eldritch reader sagau one shot from,, last year? Idk anymore, point is!
I wanted yo write it all out then make just post the chapters one after another so u guys wouldn't be waiting months on next update (like my Players Possessions fic rn 😔)
But, ive barely had any time to myself, and I usually have been filling it with my class or living my life, or other hobbies, so on top of busy life I've been unmotivated bc I've had to force myself to make time and write it out
(I'm deadass fighting for my life against my fic writing style, which i guess is pretty long winded, so the word count is like,, tied me to a car and is dragging me tf out lol)
So im still working on that fic, so that way I can post all at once,
I also feel very bad for you guys who've left asks and im very slow, so they're pretty old now and I felt bad answering them so long after you asked :/
Ill probably still be posting them eventually, but just wanted to let you guys know im alive and very sorry about not doing your asks for forever (years atp??) /gen
(Also ive had like, no time since Fontaine let alone Natlan to even play Genshin LMAO, which makes writing about the new characters kinda hard obv lol)
Thanks for checking in, sorry for the word dump!!
Here's to a (hopefully) more active deadaquarius blog next year!! 🫠🎉🥂
Safe Travels, happy holidays, and if I dont see you, happy new year!!
sex-positive: you want people in general to be able to sexually express themselves freely. this should ideally include asexuality. this is not about you as an individual.
sex-favourable: you want to have sex for whatever reason.
sex-neutral: you don't really have an opinion about freedom of sexual expression. this is about people in general, not you specifically.
sex-indifferent: you don't really care if you personally have sex or not, you could take it or leave it.
sex-negative: you only want people to have a limited sexual expression.
sex-averse: you don't want to participate in sex.
positive/neutral/negative refer to your stance on how sex is treated within society.
favourable/indifferent/averse refer to how you personally feel about participating in sex.
you can be a sex-averse asexual and still be sex-positive.
there's a common misconception that aces, especially sex-averse aces, are all "anti-sex", but some parts of the ace community still hasn't learned the nuance of these terms either. i still see people call sex-favourable aces sex-positive when they mean different things.
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“Uhm. No I don't have an Obey Me au—” everyone has an Obey Me au dipshit it came free with the “devs keep retconning very important stuff, world building, characters and morality in Devildom and Celestial Realm has no consistency, we don't even know the real personality of our fav because they were written so differently so many times and we're all pretending there is a story and lore we like but in reality we're all screaming crying throwing up all over our blogs”
Shen Qingqiu: Some people are so beautiful that they are irresistible to both men and women... it's not gay to be attracted to them. There is literally nothing else you can do.
Xie Lian: You are so right. Or if you happen to have to kiss them to exchange spiritual energy, it doesn't mean you have feelings for one another.
Wei Wuxian: True. Also sometimes guy friends just need to get naked together and touch one another and make each other climax. Just normal friend stuff.
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People call Heaven Official’s Blessing / TGCF a slow burn but Hua Cheng is literally courting Xie Lian like they are DATING. Slow burn who??? They’re sleeping next to each other on straw mats and Xie Lian’s offering to cook him dinner and they’re bantering across THE HOME THEY SHARE like a bunch of desperate hussys
San Lang LEAVES XL WITH A KEEPSAKE OF THEIR TIME TOGETHER SLOW BURN WHOMST
They have A DATE in HC’s armoury where they HOLD HANDS and XL pets San Lang’s quivering sword I-
Hua Cheng basically throws himself at this man he’s like you want a sword?? All of them ?? You want ALL THE SWORDS?? Fuck it take the whole room THE WHOLE ROOM JUST COME VISIT I WILL CLEAN THEM FOR YOU
Like he isn’t the king of a whole realm with shit to do
And this is just the first half of the first book—again I ask the world SLOW BURN WHOMST
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