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okay, I’ve been hiding away on @phainonn for the past month and have been ruminating on what to do with this blog. i think i will switch this blog to a multi-muse blog with a focus on childe and possibly limiting how many threads I can take on. still thinking on that last bit.

for some of the muses i plan to add (neuvillette, jing yuan, kaveh, dainsleif, xiafei from linkclick) — i would rather writing them on discord because im comfortable with them there. a lot of these I have written mainly on discord and brining them here makes me hesitant to write them but i do love them so! that’s on me.

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The soft whistle of the wind kissed the vibrant leaves of trees, gently swaying them without disrupting their peaceful slumber all while carrying half-clues that most miss. Hints of a chill accompanied the gentle breeze, the kind that suggests a turn in the tides due to greying clouds dotting the pristine sky. Except – there were no clouds; no storm was brewing, and no significant turbulent swell in the sea. Common folk miss these shifts, but the Fatui had many eyes stationed throughout Sumeru City and Port Ormos, putting the mundane in ink and paper for the Harbinger to mill through.

It was one of the more humdrum responsibilities that came with his title, draining every bit of mental capacity whenever the papers stacked that he couldn't mindlessly approve; they were part of a chain that relied on consistent and reliable verification by someone in command. It is moments like those where Childe questions his title, the rise to it, and the acceptance of it – how good of a decision it was when his blood sings for the thrill of a battle and the triumph of a kill?

A written brief expounded on the chill in the air by an unforeseen mention of Mondstadt's own Calvary Captain. It was nearly missed in the blurring lines, but it piqued his interest enough to spark light within the depths of those ocean blue eyes.

Finding him was easy enough – the captain's appearance was detailed in several reports from agents stationed in Mondstadt, as well as the ones in the region, however, Childe did not need to review them to confirm he had the right guy. Memories served as a good enough guide as he made his way towards his table at Lambad's.

With him, he carried a bottle of Snezhnayan Firewater – an olive branch extended toward the Khaenri'ahn alcohol connoisseur. Far stronger than whatever the tavern had on their menu. He hadn't bothered to look or try – the Harbinger was seldom in the habit of drinking whilst on duty. Military habits die hard.

"Care to give this one a go? Might finally cure your boredom," The bottle glides across the surface of the table as he takes a seat, an easy, genuine smile on his lips. His grey coat left back at the ship on the docks – the heat in Sumeru had him rolling burgundy sleeves up to his elbows, to feel more airflow, and feel less stuffy. "If it's your first, I would recommend starting with a small glass though.”

starter for @frozenambiguity

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happy holidays everyone!! i am wishing you all wonderful and warm times, lots of presents (money), health, and fun!! i am unfortunately ill, but I think I will work on stuff for my queue because I am not doing anything else anyway.

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do you ever have muses that pull a more.. elegant and articulate writing out of you? like the personality of the muse elevates your writing or is that just me

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that mavuika animated short crushed me.

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I just wanted to hop on and say that jing yuan truly loves me to come home to me at 8 pity and on a 50/50. i knew he loves me.

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hi, hello -- i am slowly getting back to things here before I head over to my jing yuan blog and do stuff there too. I'm available to chat in the meantime.

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The Harbinger initially strains to hear what the stranger says, but the query that follows is loud and clear. Confusion draws ginger brows in a slight furrow, dull ocean blues following the invisible trail toward the ground, and then it clicks. The crack in the ground from the force of his polearm -- deep, its tendrils spanning twice the length of his blade, as if to ensure it is the only impression stamped onto the ground. With time, soil will fill the cracks, like a soothing balm over an open wound, but unlike a raw scar that will scab over and heal -- the ground will not heal in the same way. It has been permanently altered, now set on a path different from the one it had been on. Why *did* he do it? The reason was obvious, however, words were stuck behind a cage of pearly whites and refused to leave his mouth. After all, announcing that he sought to strike a chord with the former Geo Archon, or any being intricately connected with the earth was not a proper first good impression. Yet, Childe was never one to lie unless absolutely needed. "Ah. That is a result of an impulse to -- test something. See if any beings were in tune enough to notice," he admits sheepishly, the little Hydro whale dispersing into nothing, having no need to maintain it at the moment. "I didn't know there was anyone around, so if I startled you with that, I apologise."

     Wandering. Something that the small Sovereign has grown rather used to since he woke up. The world had changed in a myriad of ways that he was still figuring out. Every day had felt almost like an adventure, even in exploring places that had once been familiar to him. How strange it felt, really, to be in what felt like an echo of what he'd once known. How unfair, too. To be left in a world on his own with no idea of what had passed.

     How lonely, too.

     His own exploring had brought him to the mountains, somewhere he felt calm. Safe. Relaxing on a rock warmed by the sun until there came a sudden pang in his chest. A feeling he was not unused to give that the earth resonated so deeply with his own being. He could feel when the miners were at work, when the animals were burrowing. And now, he could feel the pang of a polearm jabbed directly into the earth and it sent a shudder up his spine. The intent behind it unclear. But he'd lift himself from his spot and make his way to find the source given it didn't feel far.

     There he spots the stranger. His amethyst eyes following him for but a moment. Running over the way he held onto that weapon of his before it changed its form. Following the whale as it floated near him. How strange a sight, he thought. Though, he supposed this had been what Mr. Zhongli had mentioned, right? Humans that could manipulate elements with those little glass baubles?      Why then was this one striking at the earth simply to do it? The mortals in Liyue Harbor were always so respectful. Were some humans just prone to things that made no sense? That were awful in nature? Or was it simply a test of some sort? Some practice the way that the milileth did with their striking dummies? For a moment, he's quiet, simply staring at the other as he speaks. Head tilting one way as he exams the man. And then the other as he takes another step forward. Hands brought over his chest, clinging to the fabric of his clothing as he tries to find the words that he wants to say.

     “ No, you are new here, ” he mumbles, giving a shake of his head. For Eros has existed within this world longer than most. He reaches out to point at the spot where the ground has been marred by his now gone polearm. Pointed ears flicking and swiveling downward as he speaks, “ Why did you do that? ”

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❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ //from vedrfolnir because abyss wormies go brrr

Chills erupt gooseflesh along the backs of his arms, the broad line of his shoulders stiffening as tension unspools from the tightly condensed ball behind his ribcage, with the intent to seize every fibre of his being. This was an unusual response from his body, given the circumstances under which he came to know this voice. A guide in the abstruse terrain of the Abyss, leading him to refuge away from the monsters that were aimlessly out for blood. Comforting in the all-consuming darkness that enveloped him like a cold embrace, ready to suffocate him, if not for that voice. All until the mantle was handed over to his master, Skirk. At least, that is how it felt like -- what with the way it quieted down the second he was in her care. However, the voice was never truly gone; it haunted him in the recesses of his mind when the Abyss was trying to lure him back, claim him since it failed to do so when he was younger. Ajax had the rationale to recognise that it wasn't actually that person speaking to him; understanding the patterns of the Abyss meant understanding that its capabilities extended to emulating things from the real world to ambush its prey. Enough time had passed for the young Harbinger to rationalise his experience in the Abyss, how that impacted his development once he returned to his home, and what the connections made during his time there truly meant. And he wouldn't put the source of this voice in the friendly bracket. "I remember you," he murmurs, all too aware that he would be heard. Ocean blues scan the area, for anything or anyone that the voice could belong to. "Your name, however, I don't think I have ever known. Do you even have a name?"

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Gratuitous wandering led him astray from the hustle and bustle of Liyue Harbour, and north toward the calm mountainous range of Mt. Tianheng. The wind whistled between the cracks of solid stone, a reminder of its everlasting omnipresence – it was like a silent companion that escorted you on your journey, listening intently, but not always lending a guiding hand in the right direction. 

Finicky. Cruel. Soothing. 

Epithets that fit the element, as strange as it was to apply them to the foundational aspects of Teyvat. Some living beings were more in tune with elemental energies than others, sensitive in ways ordinary humans could never be; Childe was one such example after a trip down under – his radar expanded exponentially while he was in the Abyss, now sensitive to the slightest shift of elemental energy. Thus, it was easier to designate such attributes to the elements; he knew some beings would fit the bill. 

Hydro conjugates before him with a mere flick of his wrist, moulding into the sharp edges of his polearm, which he swiftly ejects into the ground, and wonders – does it scar anyone with a decent amount of dominion over the element of Geo? When rainfall erodes the stone, forming cracks that only grow deeper and deeper – are they felt as deeply?  Silly musings are interrupted once he spots a lavender mop of hair, striking against the backdrop of Liyue; where the primary colour scheme is golden, green, and the range between them. The Harbinger tilts his head curiously to the side, the polearm losing its shape to instead morph into a little whale that floats above his shoulder. His title was enough to incite hesitant glares and hastily formed opinions, he did not need to solidify them by waving around his weapon.

"You are new around here," he calls, still a safe distance away; Childe is familiar with most who walk these paths – it is not his first stroll outside Liyue Harbour. "Are you lost, by any chance?"

starter for @draconicfool !

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I’ll be mostly on discord for most of the day but I’m down for plotting there so please like this if you’re down to chat while I work ✨

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the new amphoreus trailer is wild.. i'm so suspicious. looking at it from the cosmos is so wild, if I saw that in the middle of nothing in space, i'd be running in the other direction. the visuals were insane though.

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I’ll be mostly on discord for most of the day but I’m down for plotting there so please like this if you’re down to chat while I work ✨

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the khaenri'ah!childe art has once again appeared on my dash, and it makes me think -- without getting too into the nitty gritty of khaenri'ahn deaths and leylines and all that -- this being an incarnation of him from 500 years ago. he would have been the first proper disciple of surtalogi during khaenri'ah's prime. lowkey cocky, because surtalogi was one of the pillars of the kingdom. getting to fight the narwhal more often (not really, but he's hopeful), doing his dirty work. oooohhh..

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Wind rustled leafy crowns, the motion seamlessly creating the illusion of an emerald brush stroke against a pale blue canvas. The sound of wind blowing through leaves was soothing to the ear, oddly complimenting the rich fragrance of Chenyu Adeptea that filled his nostrils. The aroma was difficult to miss once in the vicinity of Qiaoying Village. Still, sitting next to a basket of drying leaves of Chenyu Adeptea was all the more encompassing and poignant. While its aroma remained largely the same, whether fresh or dry, a note of it certainly changed. A surprising aspect to notice as he twirled one dry leaf by the stem under his nose, catching a whiff of its fragrance more dully with each whirl. The Harbinger was absentminded, still reeling from the events that transpired in Fontaine. His presence was requested back in Snezhnaya a good while back -- Project Stuzha -- but he was still seeking answers that seemed even further away from his grasp. Searching for clues throughout Fontaine had been a bust, so he shifted his mindset entirely; planning to return to Liyue Harbour, and settle into the familiar atmosphere and pace he'd gotten used to there. It would give him respite if nothing else. In the distance, Childe spots a familiar figure, one that has been absent from his daily routine, and mind, for a long while. For a moment, he wonders if it isn't just his wishful thinking, his mind playing tricks on him, or perhaps -- the tea leaves themselves, but no -- that is Wangshen Funeral Parlor's consultant. Jumping down from the roof he was perched up on, the ginger leisurely made his way toward the former Archon until eventually, he fell into step beside him. "Half-dried Chenyu Adeptea?" He offers that single leaf he still has between his fingers, a small grin on his lips. What better way to greet an old friend? @soliloquics | starter call.

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"Here. I got you an early Christmas present."

She offers him a pair of glasses.

"Put these on and take a nice, long look at yourself in the mirror."

;;ooc: I'M SORRY I COULDN'T RESIST.

Gloved digits take the glasses before his mind can funnel the jibe through logic and reason, briefly inspecting them before putting them on. His vision blurs. ginger brows immediately furrow, and the young Harbinger quickly realises that, no matter how hard he squints, he will not see any better. Not through these anyway. "Not sure I can even see my hand with these, Lumine," he states, turning to the golden blob before him and taking them off. Childe hands them back to her while his vision adjusts. "Is your eyesight that bad? No wonder you need Paimon with you everywhere."

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Reblog this is your muse is the hot sibling.