#traevaler

[sciamachys]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄  ,   the lingering traces of battle carved are into his skin  .    it is familiar  :    the sting which burns alike liquid fire  ,    the dysequilibrium when adrenaline abandons him  .    the pathway of a warrior is not made of flowers  .    or  ,    perhaps  ,    this is destiny of a madman with no prospects but perpetual conflict  .   childe sighs into the starry night  ,    lazily wrapping a layer of ivory gauze around the smudges of crimson  ;    there is no need for sight  ,    when the body knows the traipse  .    𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  ,    to recognize the shape materializing beside him  .        ❛❛        comrade  ,    it has been a while  .    turns  out  ,    you have the uncanny ability to find me like this  .    i wish we would meet under different circumstances  .        ❜❜

[  ☾  ]      a starter , @traevaler

[dcndrohime]

Sentence Starters. // Accepting.

@traevaler - ''it was boring just wandering around by myself''.

Boring.

It was quite the revelation coming from someone who moves so much.

Much more than her atleast.

However, maybe to hear that wasn't all too unusual. The streets of Inazuma tends to be very slow paced, in the colder seasons especially.

''Well, have you eaten yet?, i can share some snacks i have on hands''. This was just about the only thing that came to mind.

Hinamori was not sure how to cure away that sensation of boredom. Maybe because she would always try and find something to do, however small & insignificant.

[huntersoatharchive]

An extensive list of tasks had been bestowed upon her by the illustrious Lady Furina-- that is, various errands that the Archon herself couldn't be bothered to run. Though her duties primarily consisted of maintaining her post as a bodyguard, Clorinde found herself unable to protest too much when Furina asked a favor of her. As a result, she found herself in this rather inconvenient position in the center of Hotel Debord... fetching none other than the various confections that gained Furina's approval. The Champion Duelist quickly excused herself from the forming line once her 'target' had been acquired, opting to ignore the whispers and comments questioning why she was here. It was something she had become accustomed to, thankfully, and the gossip rolled off of her shoulders quite effortlessly. Stepping out into the blazing sun was quite the welcome change, and her indigo eyes squinted in an attempt to adjust to the light. As she did, a familiar mop of blonde hair caught her attention-- none other than the nation's 'hero', a renowned figure in Fontaine's recent history. "Traveler? I had assumed you left Fontaine long ago. It's good to see you again." Clorinde spoke in a quiet tone, falling into place beside them.

@traevaler

[wcrden]

@traevaler liked for a starter !

❛  what  fortune  indeed,  running  into  you  like  this,  ❜  the  warden  greets,  a  hand  raised  along  with  those  words  as  he  approached  the  traveller,  a  smallish  box  from  café  lutece  in  his  other  hand.  ❛  i've  got  some  slices  of  cake  to  share;  seems  the  esteemed  chief  justice  isn't  one  for  dry  pastries.  ❜

[apprehensivities]

@traevaler // (Late) Valentine's Day Starter

There's a certain amount of anxiety that comes with a blind date of sorts - especially when it's on that one oh-so-romantic day of the year. It also probably doesn't help that poor ol' Fritz has a particularly bad habit of getting into his own head and overthinking things like no other. Is there a word for being painfully normal? Boring, maybe, but there are worse things to be than just normal, aren't there? Yeah.

...Probably.

Regardless of his status of being boring or not, Fritz found himself agreeing to go out of his comfort zone with a particular someone who he met on one of those dating sites. It's, uh.. Maybe it's a little bit of a gamble, but he's been meaning to do more things than simply drowning himself in his work and music.

Fritz drums his fingers on the table in front of him, simply waiting on his date for the time being. Sure, he knows the general appearance of him - golden, blonde hair and amber eyes to match - but he's never really seen him, really.

That is, until someone who matches that description walks on in, and- ...Oh, dear. Maybe this was a mistake, because Fritz wasn't quite expecting a vigilante to be his Valentine's Day date.

Suffice to say, his anxiety is absolutely going off of the rails.

[gonguji]

[ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand

why,    the    gongūji    certainly    hadn't    expected    a    gesture    this    gallant!   straight    out    Mondstadtian    fairytales.    though    not    a    common    greeting    in    Inazuma,    Kabukimono    is    more    than    happy    to    indulge    &&    accept    it. smiles    even    with    fulfilment!    in    moments    like    these,    he    feels    like    a    human    &&    it    makes    him    happy.         ❛   hello    to    you    too,    Traveler.    how    are    you    fairing?    have    you    been    sleeping    well?    eating    &&    hydrating    regularly?    Creator    along    with    Gūji    Yae    are    pretty    busy    lately    but    if    you're    in    need    of    help,    I    am    here.    as    your    local    aid,    hehe .   ❜

[heavenlyprinciples]

“ ... is there something you need? ” she looks ready to hide, with the door between them ready to close at any point. her hand trembles on the doorknob, her blank gaze contrary to the pitter-patter of her heart. “ i── i have nothing else to hide. ” ( 𓏲 ࣪ ₊♡ ´ ೃ ﹕ traevaler. )

[oasismaking]

𓂃₊𖤓 GENSHIN IMPACT . . . THAT DANCING CIRCLE EMBODIED EVERYTHING ABOUT THE UNIVERSE   ☼.⋆｡ life has always been the end, while it is wisdom that shall be the means

▍ note:  this verse is focused on my personal interpretation and worldbuilding, found in traevaler and yuanshn, which are canon-divergent in some areas. 

the story is the same: abbas al-asim marries, in a celebration with more pomp and circumstance than sumeru has ever been witness to in its long existence. it’s an auspicious arrangement; nafeesa farid is all a man could ask for in a bride. she is a beauty with no equal, a worthy bride for a powerful merchant family. her line is that of renowned scholars—akademiya professors, viziers. her father was the general mahamatra before he renounced his position. she, herself, is a terrifyingly wise woman, as famous as she was controversial amongst her fellow rtawahists for her theories.

that was why i married your mother, abbas tells his son. any woman could have charmed her way into his heart with wealth and beauty and cleverness. only nafeesa farid could have turned her red eyes to the star-mottled skies, bared her teeth in laughter that was as cruel as it was sonorous, and asked if he wanted her to find his death amongst the stars.

kalim does not learn to find death in the stars, though it is his constant companion. he is the prized jewel of the asim family, and abbas and nafeesa shower their only son in more gifts than one child will ever have use for. nafeesa teaches him to read the constellations and find his way home, to know the stars by their names and their stories and the shapes they make across the night sky. his father teaches him how to haggle, how to charm, how to smile at a room of people and leave them wondering who was the master and who the puppet. they give him evergreen gardens; mechanical companions that serve tea and play chess with him; cedarwood music boxes with troupes of tiny dancers. every year that he turns older is met with ecstatic celebration. any other child would have grown spoiled and conceited amongst such wealth, but kalim only turns sweeter with time, always one to smile at the servants who serve him and ask them of their wellbeing, always one to give thanks and blessings to his parents for raising him, always one to offer his food and clothing and toys to the less fortunate.

in truth, it’s not wealth, but love that he deeply desires. the comfort of knowing he is earnestly cared for. an adoration no material comforts can ever hope to replicate. he hides his worries behind his cheerful nature. after all, isn’t all he’s given proof that he is in his parents’ hearts? and if not, the fact that they keep giving him things must mean that they are trying their best.

it is this sweetness, perhaps, that makes the asims forget: not everyone is as kind as their beloved son.

he’s still too young to fully grasp the weight of such cruelty when one of his father’s business partners declares him an obstacle. such a pampered boy could never be a good leader. if only abbas turned his attention to his business, to his fellow merchants, instead of the foolish notion of training a child to take his place. it’s a pity, but what is to be done about it? there’s nothing for it, no choice. the boy has to go.

for a time, it becomes common throughout teyvat for children to just... disappear. they slip out of bed to play at night, they run away from their tutors to explore the streets, they’re lured away with promises of candy and gifts. the next day, their families search high and low for them, calling their names out until their voices grow hoarse. a merchant’s son, an aristocrat’s daughter, the child of a baker, an actress’s only son, a wealthy family’s heir. they’re mourned by their loved ones, but not long after, people stop asking after them. it’s a tragic, but inevitable occurrence. what else is to be done, except accept it, and hope their soul can find rest?

kalim’s parents do not accept it. they look for him everywhere, through the whole of sumeru and the neighboring regions. they call in favors, they hire mercenaries, they pay whatever price they must. they search and search and search and search, but it’s of no use. it is as if the earth has opened its mouth and swallowed him up, leaving nothing behind.

it’s almost a year later that their son returns to them. kalim arrives at their door haggard, hair permanently bleached of all its color, a vision held in his trembling grip. and yet, he still smiles when he sees them. he’s a miracle child, one of the few who has come back. but it’s apparent that the boy who has returned is not the one who left. kalim still wears his smile like a mask, and beneath its surface lies a sadness his parents cannot seem to soothe, no matter what they try. he refuses to speak about where he went, or how he got back. his kindness seems less sincere, more a desperate bid to please. they try to return to the life they had before. kalim continues his education, even taking astronomy lessons with his mother at her behest. abbas and nafeesa watch their son intently, fearing the day that he will disappear once more, and this time, he won’t come back home. kalim tries his best to be the child they want. he laughs and dances and entertains everyone around him, using his hydro vision to dazzle his audience. it’s not enough to satisfy his parents, though, who still grieve for the child they lost. and kalim can’t help but feel like he’s failing them, somehow. that maybe the boy they want is someone different, someone better, and kalim, as he is, will never be able to make up for the son they truly deserved.

sometimes he finds himself staring off into the distance, or sitting alone, lost in thought. something has changed, and there is a restless energy in his chest that he can’t put a name to. it calls to him when he brushes his fingers across the surface of the water, when he lies down on the grass and presses his ear to the ground. the distant hum of a melody that sounds both familiar and strange. an ancient heartbeat thrumming beneath his skin.

when kalim was younger, nafeesa would sit him on her lap and tell him about the nature of things in teyvat: the gods, the aranara, the seven elements. the ley lines, carrying with them the flow of elemental energy that connects the world. great veins that flowed underneath the earth. and, though their connection had grown faint and difficult to sense, the ley lines still sang, and their voices were the most beautiful, soothing music a person could hear.

listen, his mother would whisper. the world is always speaking, and so too, is the earth. she has much to say, and you need only listen.

so he listened. when his parents were away, or the nights when he couldn’t sleep, kalim would lie outside and close his eyes, and focus on the faint call of the ley lines beneath his home, pulsing and thrumming with an energy all their own. when he was pushed into the akademiya and he went without protest, hoping to please his father, he heard the ley lines called out to him from within the earth. and when he left the akademiya, his blood singing and his heart in his throat as he ran to the forest watchers in hopes that they would believe his claims that a withering zone was expanding across the forest much quicker than anyone had predicted, the ley lines seemed to laugh and cry in joyous triumph, and sing him a song so loud and sweet, he could still hear it in his ears when he finally came home.

presently, kalim has abandoned his studies and joined the varana—tighnari hopes to eventually convince him to go back—using his connection to the ley lines in their research. he refuses to explain how he seems so aware of the state of the forest and the earth around them, no matter how many times they ask him, and has comfortably settled into his role as the group’s oddball. at least, until dottore arrives in sumeru.

☼.⋆｡ VERSE NOTES

kalim was kidnapped by the fatui as a young child and subjected to similar experiments like the ones collei would go through years later. he's now connected to teyvat's ley lines and can sense elemental energy clearly.. should anything serious ever happen to the ley lines, kalim will also suffer. he hopes to stop the effects of the withering long enough to find a way to break the connection.

in possession of a hydro catalyst. moderately skilled in hydromancy beyond his vision, and uses it as a tool when he wants to read the stars.

he says he's forgotten or surpressed the events of his captivity, but he actually remembers every detail with absolute clarity. as a totally unrelated point, kalim learned how to manage a fatui skirmisher's rifle.

during his first run in the akademiya ( sort of, kind of, not quite but by parents ) kalim belonged to amurta, at his father's gentle insistence, and to his mother's dismay. when he returns years later in hopes that it will help his research, he joins spantamad instead.

kalim refuses the call to adveture for as long as he can, leaving jamil to have his main character moment with the traveler. once dottore rears his head in sumeru, he joins in.

gets along well with his fellow vanara, but isn't really close with them. that changes once he meets cyno, who informally introduces him to tighnari and collei. kalim and collei develop an odd bond as survivors of dottore's experiments.

[stelliferousduo-a]

@traevaler

"Reverse Uno, Brother."

[poswiecenia]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ( an aesthetics dash game based upon figures from arthurian legend ) — repost , do not reblog ft. harbinger ! teucer.

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐲 : midnight rituals. looming shadows. the feeling of being watched. veils of mist. unrequited love. the musk of exotic herbs. silk & velvet. moonlight through twisted branches. the beauty of a storm. the weight of destiny & prophecy. a chalice that might be poisoned. healing hands. 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭 : a noble heart. oaths of protection. a quest for redemption. heroic deeds. pine. fulfilling a role. shining silver. quiet fortitude. selfless dedication. a bountiful feast. war horses. seeking a greater calling. fatal mistakes. 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 : whispered incantations. ethereal light. ages-old secrets. the spark of creation. ancient disputes. a hidden sanctuary. the allure of the unknown. finding balance between light & dark. opportunism. fear of unfulfilled potential . 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 : the grace of a queen. jasmine. unyielding faith. the blush of a tender moment. a golden crown. poetic letters of affection. the aroma of blooming roses. the glow of candlelight. a radiant smile. lavender. wise eyes. eternal love. 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 : unity , at whatever cost. an overwhelming presence. battle cries. noble sacrifice. enduring legacy. a grand vision for the future. the balance between justice & mercy. 𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐧: unwavering loyalty. strength in humility. the glow of a warm hearth. old traditions. chivalric valor. a canopy of trees. wisdom gained from trials. being one's own worst enemy. bearing a heavy conscience. a sense of duty to protect the innocent. hooves on a woodland path. the scent of leather & steel.

tagged by: no one uwu tagging: @tartagla , @traevaler , @fckurselfie ( uh. rover? ) , @glacialswordsman + anyone else who wanna.

[sungracd]

what color is your aura?

magenta. your essence is magenta: you are charming and lead with your heart. you are drawn to people; you adore the thrill, that rush of attention when making an instant connection. even if you are not genuine, you are confident. you are the enchanter. you are the party-goer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of pink, rose, amethyst, and amaranth, who share your magnetism towards others. you are also drawn to the driven noir and umber, who will help you grow and become more introspective. however, you may struggle to get along with the ruminating personalities of forest and marigold who seem to always overthink.

tagged by: @hetuvyasa ♡ tagging: @swordssworn, @holyrisen, @strdstd, @todestochter, @rotdame, @rikyos, @fatedevour, @amemoire, @ofurizen, @abyssl, @electric-ecclectic, @enypneon, @vxmpirehunterd, @mellodiies, @misreputed, @eulalos, @traevaler, @viaetrix, @galactia, my entire followers list apparently lmao

[qamaraanm]

𓂃₊𖤓 GENSHIN IMPACT . . . THAT DANCING CIRCLE EMBODIED EVERYTHING ABOUT THE UNIVERSE   ☼.⋆｡ life has always been the end, while it is wisdom that shall be the means

▍ note:  this verse is focused on my personal interpretation and worldbuilding, found in traevaler and yuanshn, which are canon-divergent in some areas. 

the story is the same: abbas al-asim marries, in a celebration with more pomp and circumstance than sumeru has ever been witness to in its long existence. it’s an auspicious arrangement; nafeesa farid is all a man could ask for in a bride. she is a beauty with no equal, a worthy bride for a powerful merchant family. her line is that of renowned scholars—akademiya professors, viziers. her father was the general mahamatra before he renounced his position. she, herself, is a terrifyingly wise woman, as famous as she was controversial amongst her fellow rtawahists for her theories.

that was why i married your mother, abbas tells his son. any woman could have charmed her way into his heart with wealth and beauty and cleverness. only nafeesa farid could have turned her red eyes to the star-mottled skies, bared her teeth in laughter that was as cruel as it was sonorous, and asked if he wanted her to find his death amongst the stars.

kalim does not learn to find death in the stars, though it is his constant companion. he is the prized jewel of the asim family, and abbas and nafeesa shower their only son in more gifts than one child will ever have use for. nafeesa teaches him to read the constellations and find his way home, to know the stars by their names and their stories and the shapes they make across the night sky. his father teaches him how to haggle, how to charm, how to smile at a room of people and leave them wondering who was the master and who the puppet. they give him evergreen gardens; mechanical companions that serve tea and play chess with him; cedarwood music boxes with troupes of tiny dancers. every year that he turns older is met with ecstatic celebration. any other child would have grown spoiled and conceited amongst such wealth, but kalim only turns sweeter with time, always one to smile at the servants who serve him and ask them of their wellbeing, always one to give thanks and blessings to his parents for raising him, always one to offer his food and clothing and toys to the less fortunate.

in truth, it’s not wealth, but love that he deeply desires. the comfort of knowing he is earnestly cared for. an adoration no material comforts can ever hope to replicate. he hides his worries behind his cheerful nature. after all, isn’t all he’s given proof that he is in his parents’ hearts? and if not, the fact that they keep giving him things must mean that they are trying their best.

it is this sweetness, perhaps, that makes the asims forget: not everyone is as kind as their beloved son.

he’s still too young to fully grasp the weight of such cruelty when one of his father’s business partners declares him an obstacle. such a pampered boy could never be a good leader. if only abbas turned his attention to his business, to his fellow merchants, instead of the foolish notion of training a child to take his place. it’s a pity, but what is to be done about it? there’s nothing for it, no choice. the boy has to go.

for a time, it becomes common throughout teyvat for children to just... disappear. they slip out of bed to play at night, they run away from their tutors to explore the streets, they’re lured away with promises of candy and gifts. the next day, their families search high and low for them, calling their names out until their voices grow hoarse. a merchant’s son, an aristocrat’s daughter, the child of a baker, an actress’s only son, a wealthy family’s heir. they’re mourned by their loved ones, but not long after, people stop asking after them. it’s a tragic, but inevitable occurrence. what else is to be done, except accept it, and hope their soul can find rest?

kalim’s parents do not accept it. they look for him everywhere, through the whole of sumeru and the neighboring regions. they call in favors, they hire mercenaries, they pay whatever price they must. they search and search and search and search, but it’s of no use. it is as if the earth has opened its mouth and swallowed him up, leaving nothing behind.

it’s almost a year later that their son returns to them. kalim arrives at their door haggard, hair permanently bleached of all its color, a vision held in his trembling grip. and yet, he still smiles when he sees them. he’s a miracle child, one of the few who has come back. but it’s apparent that the boy who has returned is not the one who left. kalim still wears his smile like a mask, and beneath its surface lies a sadness his parents cannot seem to soothe, no matter what they try. he refuses to speak about where he went, or how he got back. his kindness seems less sincere, more a desperate bid to please. they try to return to the life they had before. kalim continues his education, even taking astronomy lessons with his mother at her behest. abbas and nafeesa watch their son intently, fearing the day that he will disappear once more, and this time, he won’t come back home. kalim tries his best to be the child they want. he laughs and dances and entertains everyone around him, using his hydro vision to dazzle his audience. it’s not enough to satisfy his parents, though, who still grieve for the child they lost. and kalim can’t help but feel like he’s failing them, somehow. that maybe the boy they want is someone different, someone better, and kalim, as he is, will never be able to make up for the son they truly deserved.

sometimes he finds himself staring off into the distance, or sitting alone, lost in thought. something has changed, and there is a restless energy in his chest that he can’t put a name to. it calls to him when he brushes his fingers across the surface of the water, when he lies down on the grass and presses his ear to the ground. the distant hum of a melody that sounds both familiar and strange. an ancient heartbeat thrumming beneath his skin.

when kalim was younger, nafeesa would sit him on her lap and tell him about the nature of things in teyvat: the gods, the aranara, the seven elements. the ley lines, carrying with them the flow of elemental energy that connects the world. great veins that flowed underneath the earth. and, though their connection had grown faint and difficult to sense, the ley lines still sang, and their voices were the most beautiful, soothing music a person could hear.

listen, his mother would whisper. the world is always speaking, and so too, is the earth. she has much to say, and you need only listen.

so he listened. when his parents were away, or the nights when he couldn’t sleep, kalim would lie outside and close his eyes, and focus on the faint call of the ley lines beneath his home, pulsing and thrumming with an energy all their own. when he was pushed into the akademiya and he went without protest, hoping to please his father, he heard the ley lines called out to him from within the earth. and when he left the akademiya, his blood singing and his heart in his throat as he ran to the forest watchers in hopes that they would believe his claims that a withering zone was expanding across the forest much quicker than anyone had predicted, the ley lines seemed to laugh and cry in joyous triumph, and sing him a song so loud and sweet, he could still hear it in his ears when he finally came home.

presently, kalim has abandoned his studies and joined the varana—tighnari hopes to eventually convince him to go back—using his connection to the ley lines in their research. he refuses to explain how he seems so aware of the state of the forest and the earth around them, no matter how many times they ask him, and has comfortably settled into his role as the group’s oddball. at least, until dottore arrives in sumeru.

☼.⋆｡ VERSE NOTES

kalim was kidnapped by the fatui as a young child and subjected to similar experiments like the ones collei would go through years later. he's now connected to teyvat's ley lines and can sense elemental energy clearly.. should anything serious ever happen to the ley lines, kalim will also suffer. he hopes to stop the effects of the withering long enough to find a way to break the connection.

in possession of a hydro catalyst. moderately skilled in hydromancy beyond his vision, and uses it as a tool when he wants to read the stars.

he says he's forgotten or surpressed the events of his captivity, but he actually remembers every detail with absolute clarity. as a totally unrelated point, kalim learned how to manage a fatui skirmisher's rifle.

during his first run in the akademiya ( sort of, kind of, not quite but by parents ) kalim belonged to amurta, at his father's gentle insistence, and to his mother's dismay. when he returns years later in hopes that it will help his research, he joins spantamad instead.

kalim refuses the call to adveture for as long as he can, leaving jamil to have his main character moment with the traveler. once dottore rears his head in sumeru, he joins in.

gets along well with his fellow vanara, but isn't really close with them. that changes once he meets cyno, who informally introduces him to tighnari and collei. kalim and collei develop an odd bond as survivors of dottore's experiments.

[batfarmer]

"Everyone seems happy right now...that's good. the weather has been great and so far, nothing bad has been happening. we just grown a healthy baby [crop] . "

Offers a giant cabbage.

@traevaler

[cncwdcwn]

"I must find my path."

~ cncwdcwn - a new dawn ~

🕊 Indie & OC Friendly Sunday from Honkai Star Rail, atoned by Pride 🕊

~ Rules(soon) ~ Verses(soon) ~

* beautiful edits made by @traevaler ❤ seriously tysm!! 😭 *

[burnthelios]

@traevaler /

"The cake in fontaine is , one of the best I have ever eaten throughout my time serving the fatui. Unfortunately my old age has made me rather forgetful of such delicacies and their names. So forgive me for not knowing this one."

His voice is gentle as the breeze, yet the two fatui agents on both his sides made it clear he is being minded. There is no power play here in honestly.

"But I came here for a few things. One is to personally thank you for helping save my comrades, you remember Anton. Yes?"

[yuanshn-moved]

human forms are puny . DESIRE IS VAST. VAST, ABSOLUTE, AND ODDLY GENERAL . washing through the universe, filling puny vessels here and there as it were arbitrarily, however it slights on them , swamping some , splitting others , casually ruinous . ✧ independent and selective GENSHIN IMPACT MULTIMUSE. based / inspired by fantasy, mythology, eldritch horror and original worldbuilding .  canon - divergent and headcanon - based . lucía, 21+, she/they . this blog uses beta editor and xkit rewritten . ©

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