#∻; zhongli: ic

[simulinvita]

grumpy dragon noises. / zhongli & dan feng @loreconcepts

"Hmm? What is it that plagues your mind? Or is it something that you have thought into existence? Sit. I have something that may assist your mood."

He understands most of the gripes that come from being a long-lived species. Still, he wonders what it is that Dan Feng is upset about, if he is.

[chaosduckytoast12]

Everytime I watch a TV show at some point I yell out

"That character is autistic!"

And then people are like

"It's a fictional character does it really matter, and it's not even canon and I do not support that blah blah blah"

Like I see autism I say autism, here's a small list of characters who I headcanon as autistic

Matilda

Anne Cuthbert

Mr. Darcy

Bert (Sesame Street)

Sherlock Holmes

Lilo

Donnie (TMNT)

Luna Love good

Newt Scamander

Paddington

Luz Noceda

Elle Woods

Twyla (This one's canon but still)

Anya forger

Star (Star vs the Forces of Evil)

Peridot

Marcy (Amphibia)

Hilda

Entrapta

Zuko

Zhongli

Diluc

Ford Pines

Ice bear

Hunter (TOH)

Orla (Derry Girl)

Minty (MLP gen 4)

[shiori42art]

Zhongven and knighbard on ice

What a good AU! I leave here my other art about it 🫶🏻✨

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

*lays on floor*

mmm....... sleepy Foul Legacy snuggles.............. yeah..... <33

[viatrixtravels-a]

"That was...one hell of a fight...I think I will have to add narwhals to my list of most terrifying creatures in Teyvat."

[glacialswordsman]

@ofmora | A HEEHEE [GIGGLE]

Hearing his name being called, the Captain quirked a brow and turned his head towards the familiar voice. One that he certainly didn’t expect to hear on this night. He took in the sight of a tall man that wore clothes of ambiguous culture to the unseeing eye, but that most starkly had a golden mask upon sitting upon their face. A gold mask that still revealed those eyes of Cor Lapis.

Something within him lit up at the sight, his demeanor visibly lifting as though he was suddenly walking on air. Prior to this, he had been drinking from a flute of champagne while conversing with some nobles, as he is expected to as the Cavalry Captain. However, Kaeya has done this year after year, and it’s no longer anything that excited him. He kept seeing faces he’d seen before, even behind all those masks they all wore, and it was just utterly dreadful.

Until now, at least.

Taking the hand of the stranger, he chuckled lightly and allowed himself to be swept across the room towards the dance floor, a hand finding itself atop one of the older man’s shoulders. “You’re lucky this party had a masquerade theme for the guests. What would you have done if your friend from Mondstadt recognized and caught you here without saying hello to them, hm?” he teased, grinning toothily as the peacock-feather gown of his lacey jumpsuit trailed behind him in their dance.

When asked about his brother, Kaeya blinked before a mischievous glint twinkled in his starry eye. “Oh? Gēgē, thinking of other men when I’m right here in front of you? I’m heartbroken,” he crooned, pouting before chiming in small laughter. “He’s the only man here with scarlet hair, wearing black clothes as though he just came back from a funeral. Can’t miss him. I hope you're not planning on anything devious, Ah-Li.”

also little... ref for what kaeya would be wearing... i just had to use this image again bc i'm still so proud of the design that i did for a fic i really love asljdalsf

[captivemuses]

If there was one thing he noticed even before he was in the outskirts of the city, it was how visibly decorated the whole of it was. Though it was still daylight the decorations that were not there during his last visit were plain as day to see. Dozens of racks with hanging lanterns, lanterns replacing the normal street lights, a massive lantern hanging above what looked like a stage area, banners of varying colors and what looked like varying designs were hung from buildings on the top level going all the way down to the structures by the docks. It was clear the city was on the verge of a very large celebration, and Childe was excited to see it all together tomorrow for the first night of the festival. But tonight was a night just for him and his lover, whether or not they ventured far outside Zhongli's home remained to be seen.

Walking through the streets with his two bags in tow, Childe's eyes went back and forth when he saw things that he knew were specific to this years Lantern Rite, but his focus was largely on simply getting to his destination. Anticipation had been enough to drive the Harbinger mad from restlessness but at least that would be alleviated very shortly.

Like when he was there for Zhongli's birthday, Childe was going to go to the consultants home first to see if he was there. Zhongli knowing he was looking to arrive today had him hopeful this would be where he was again. Two knocks was all he did to announce his arrival, even if Zhongli no doubt knew he was there long before there was any knocking. Sliding the door open and closing it behind him, both bags got unceremoniously dropped to the floor to be dealt with later.

"I'm here."

And the smile on Childe's lips when his boyfriend came into view and Childe could quickly cover the short distance to him had nothing but affection and happiness there as an arm easily slid around the consultants shoulders and another cupped his cheek while lips captured Zhongli's for a long moment; two or three moments more like. Even if he had a full seven days there to spend with his lover, Childe knew he had to savor all the waking minutes he'd have, not knowing exactly when he'd be here like this again. For now his kisses were just affectionate, but there was definitely an unspoken promise for more later. There was a lot Childe was impatient to make up for during his recovery process as well.

Even when he barely pulled away from the kiss so he could speak again, Childe's hand moved from Zhongli's cheek to cup the back of his neck. For the time being he wouldn't be so willing to let go of the older man, but at least this close he could still see the golden eyes that always had him so easily transfixed.

"Not a scratch on me this time, just like you asked before your birthday."

@inanthesis

[othrwrldlystry]

"Why is it that all the dragons in teyvat are tall?"

"I-I could be tall! I-If I wanted to, I could totally do that!"

[sagnaevi]

❛ To cleanse the land and defend our safe harbor won't be possible without moments of rest. I wish not to deprive you of your right to chose, simply to preserve your health, so that you may fight again. ❜ While it is regretful that he has not been able to instill a better set of mind within his valued adepti, Zhongli would do what he could in this moment, to protect Xiao - not from the wild beasts - but from himself. Within Xiao lay an insatable unrest, an inability to prioritise himself before his mission. In hindsight, perhaps it is his fault, Morax' fault - for not having the foresight nor the wisdom to prevent this. It is during moments like these, he wish for Guizhong's return, although it is an impossible wish - she had the wisdom and proper mind to convey her thoughts and emotions. This heart of stone, while inprenetable, still bleed for those near and dear - that includes Xiao. A hand, gently, come to rest upon the Adeptus' shoulder; seeking an understanding. ❛ You are not a burden, nor will you ever be. You are a much treasured companion of mine. ❜ /@yunarise

[micsmasmuses]

@myjustice liked for a starter.

The retired god can’t help but smile. Seeing Furina after everything he was proud? Yes proud. She accomplished so much for a mere human. So of course on his visit to Fontaine he had to pay her a visit. He knows she’s no longer a god but it doesn’t mean he can’t say hello as an old friend right?

“Lady Furina, it’s been a while I must apologize for not visiting more.”

[delusionaid]

@iniziare sent: Peace had come to feel so fragile under this veil of twilight, this serenity that felt as fleeting as his presence has become under the threat of conflict, constant, and achingly continuous as it has become. Not once in this passing hour had her gaze abandoned him, and not once had the palms of her hands known a repose other than the skin of his arms, or the hands that she knew would inevitably abandon her, and claim their weapon instead again too soon. Soon. Once, too long ago, it had been only one day that he'd left her, once, it had only been a fortnight— and now, though her memory would know the amount of days to even the minutiae, nothing could surpass the longing with which she condemned that clarity of recollection, and instead craved to forget. To forget the panic that claimed the mortals below this mountain that they had claimed as theirs still, to forget the sound of terror, to forget the smell of cinder, and the sight of ash, and tears. To forget the fear of losing him, to forget how the thought plagued and tormented her even in his presence now. Perhaps, that was when it weighed the heaviest: when he was here. When she'd felt the warmth of him beneath the fabric that'd crumble beneath her fingertips in such growing, and agonizing desperation, or when her lips lingered against his own long before her breath ever could, when even these longest of the year's nights were far too brief. Don't go when morning comes— for what if you don't return? A thousand times the thought had plagued her mind, at daybreak, in nighttime, now, when they'd claimed Mt. Tianheng. A mountain he raised along all others that could, and would, reign the landscape of Liyue for generations from now with him. What if you don't return to us? No, they'd never reign without him. Liyue without never be without him. She couldn't fathom ever ruling without him.

And so it was cruel, the way this form of hers that had been shaped in the image of their mortals, dared to claim that it required breath as it forced her lips to withdraw, or perhaps it was that even her breath craved him. Greed, a trait that many gods had deemed a trait possessed most strongly by humankind, and yet she craved to return to him for one more kiss to follow those bestowed, or stolen, from him throughout the preceding hour. What if you don't return to me? Perhaps, he could feel the pressure of her fingers to his arm then, and to his chest as she'd settled just like she had too often before, right between and atop his own, her breath lingering to his lips in the warmest of caress. And yet warm as it was, could he feel that it had grown unsteady, uncertain... anguished?

But he was warmer still, he always was, even amidst the colder breeze of night, he was never not warm against her lips, against all curious ventures of her hands, or his own; even the sound of his voice warmed every syllable. Morax. Her Morax. "Come back to me." A plea from one who longed, and yet one who longed not merely for his lips to lay their claim to her own, or for the touch of his hands, but longed for a promise of his return to her, here, beneath the moon's greed of him that rivaled her own.

Eternity used to be a certainty in their existence, a concept needless to think about before the presence of mortals introduced a reason for it. Yet even then it was a thing Morax rarely questioned, endurance so inherently part of his essence that he perceived it as a given. In recent times, however, in the face of continuous bloody battles, of seeing more and more gods fall and dissipate, leaving nothing behind but miasma and scattered followers or craters of power, eternity is starting to feel like a privilege. (Or, to some, perhaps a punishment.)

These moments with her that used to be an addition to his life of conquering and shaping, a fragment of it - like the gilding of a much less graceful surface - they've melted into its core, turned into the very thing he fights for, the undeniable and all-encompassing nature of that which he wants to defend. Guizhong isn't a part of Liyue that could be removed; she is the heart of their nation, the dust all of it is made of and will return to, the pulsing vibrant life that curses through its veins. It is them who rule over the Assembly, not him, not her, but them, and so it shall be for eternity.

He notices the increased pressure of her fingers on his arm and wishes to capture the feeling, mentally and physically, like a bruise on his skin - but even that would be fleeting, survive a few days at best. She's always been gentle, her claim to him never possessive, although on occasion it has marked her place by his side like the air your lungs demand whether you will it to or not. She's trying to keep him here without saying a word (at first) and he admits to himself that the more necessary it becomes the less and less willing he is to separate and venture out to fight the dangers that encroach upon Liyue. And yet, he will, as long as the war demands it; refusing to would be nothing short of betrayal to all he represents.

He wishes to capture the touch of her hands and the brush of her hair against his cheek when she kisses him - once, twice, three times. Kisses that will always be hers to take freely, even when doesn't invite it, for nothing can be stolen what belongs to her by right of nature, what's birthed only by her desire to have it.

He pulls her closer and into his lap where she's partly sat on one of his legs, now spread over both of them. Though cool to his heated touch, the temperature she radiates it not the reason for the tingling that travels down his spine. He kisses her and this time it's him taking instead of receiving her affection. As much as she wants him not to leave, he wishes to return. Their kiss ends like those before and he rests his forehead against her cheek, never loosening his hold on her and reveling in her closeness and the feeling of being with her in this spot that's well and truly theirs, from the root of every tree to the top of the highest mountain - just as he is hers from hair to toe, in moments like this were she's in his arms no more than when he's miles away with a weapon in his hand.

"I'll always find my way to you," he promises and this he means to keep.

[cosmicangsts]

     the doctor has spent a good little while wandering around the . . . china - adjacent area? liyue, he's learned it to be called.      oh, the city is breathtaking, and the food is exquisite. it's unlike anything he's ever had before— he'd had lunch at a place called xinyue kiosk, and their vegan options had been expansive. he may have overeaten, by his standards . . . stuffed, he is! so he elects to walk his sins off by the harbor.       he stands out. he knows he does ( it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see THAT ) , but he doesn't really have any period - relevant clothing in the TARDIS wardrobe, and it's not really his style to change his appearance on account of blending in, anyway. so he lets it be, taking the strange gazes at his fair hair, bright clothes and murmurings of ' mondstadter ? ' in stride as he happily admires the gorgeous waters and the countless vibrant lanterns floating in it. from what he's overheard, the locals are observing a celebration known as lantern rite, and it seems to be quite a big deal! no complaints here. the city is decorated to the nines, the streets are jam - packed, and the doctor is elated to have happened to have crash - landed upon whateverplanetthisis at the time that he has! quite fortuitous indeed to have planted his feet at the peak of the festive season and to have not been kidnapped or murdered yet. his gratefulness cannot be overstated enough! ( oh, foreign ground, i could kiss you! )      color him a bit surprised when he is approached directly by someone, however; a tall, handsome man with fine features, an intense ( yet simultaneously relaxed ? it's odd ) expression, and wise eyes. the doctor himself is tall, so it's not often that he's made to look up to talk to someone. yet, he has to just an eence to make eye contact with this well - dressed gentleman.

            ❝ hello, there! ❞     he removes his panama hat and offers a bow to the dark - haired stranger, whose youthful appearance and contrasting aged amber hues tell vastly different stories, but he himself is in pretty much the same boat, so.    ❝ i'm the doctor. ❞

✦ ( @bleachbrainrotbro liked for a starter ! )

[shiori42art]

Here's my Ice Skating AU! and some history 🫶🏻✨

Venti and Bard are twins who have been figure skating all their live! They have won many tournaments, Bard is the support and Venti is thrown into the air, but Bard loves to try new things! then he proposes that one of the movements be to throw Venti and then Venti throw him! Venti is not very sure but he will try! In training they have some failures, but Bard wants to go ahead with it! and in the tournament...Things go wrong! Venti throws Bard wrong and he ends up doing his spin wrong and falls breaking his leg on the ice!!

They have to operate and the doctor says that he will not be able to do jumps or pirouettes again, his knee could dislodge very easily (That's why now he usually wears a medical knee brace) Venti feels guilty about this, so if his brother is not going to skate anymore neither does he!! Bard wants Venti to continue, but Venti doesn't want to... One day, they both go to the ice rink in Mondstadt, Bard wants to work there and Venti accompanies him, not liking the idea, while his brother is in an interview with the boss, he listen to someone on the rink and see Zhongli skate beautifully!

At first Venti doesn't recognize the best solo skater in the world lol! They skate together and it's wonderful! Bard sees all this and is happy that Venti is skating again! Zhongli had previously skated as a pair but his partner became ill and did not return (Azhdaha!) So he has bittersweet feelings about this but accepts Bard's offer to do a collaboration with his brother! Bard becomes Venti's trainer (Zhongli has Cloud Retainer lol) In training they meet more characters!! Knight is Diluc and Kaeya's trainer (He is a Bard fan AJFJSJS) Knight will be excited to have Bard so close now (Although Knight is sad about the accident, he wants to continue watching him skate) since they are all from Mondstadt Bard dared to approach Knight to ask for some advice! They end up getting together ehehe I have their lore in mind but that for another day! There are more characters from other nations here!

About the frog mitten... I did a roleplay with the homie about how they meet on the ice! And Zhongli was wearing fancy gloves while Venti was wearing those… frogs PFFPFP THATS ALL! Im so happy with this AU! 🙏🏻✨

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I hope you had fun at the convention!!! If you feel comfortable could we see an image of your zhongli cosplay? (With the face blurred or something) I totally understand if not though and I really liked your spear! :) -💜

thank you!!! it was really fun, if a liiittle crowded!! a bunch of people asked to take pictures, which was very surprising but very fun!!

this pic's not the most flattering, but it's the only one i've got on hand right now- also yes i am short shhhhh <33

[viatrixtravels-a]

Lumine, out of these three, who would you Date, Marry, and Kiss?

Zhongli | Black Swan | Lisa

Date, Marry, and Kiss

"Going on a date with Lisa sound like it could be pretty fun. I'm sure she knows all of the good spots in Mondstadt!"

"I don't know Black Swan all that well, but I wouldn't mind giving her a kiss on the cheek, I suppose."

"Which leaves marrying Zhongli. I don't think I'm actually worthy of being his wife but well...I won't deny that he is very attractive. He has a lot of knowledge on this World and can give great advice as well, so I'm sure he'd make for a good husband."

[glacialswordsman]

ORRRRR :)

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea

prompt

“Ah-Li,” Kaeya softly whispered between them, his hands cupping the sides of the consultant’s neck as they grew closer to one another.

He and Zhongli had been doing this song and dance for a while now. This push and pull, this game of cat and mouse where they often swapped roles. This gravitational force that brought them ever-so-closer. It grew more difficult for it to die out as time went on, as the two learned more about one another and spent more time together. How could Kaeya not feel his frozen heart stir and yearn to warm beneath the touch of the man with eyes as brilliant as Cor Lapis? The very same eyes that always pierced through him and tried to see him for who he really was.

A coward.

A coward, who was terrified of what was in front of him. Of the boundless emotion that was held within one single man towards him. Fear must be written somewhere along his expression as the two came closer and sealed their lips together, as he felt apprehension lining the consultant’s shoulders.

Fear be damned, Kaeya was desperate to keep him close. Desperate to feel his heat that never burned him. To feel—… To feel the very emotion that he cried for, the emotion that he cowered at the thought of. Yet, if there’s a chance to at least have an inkling of it, then he wanted it. He was a bit frantic in trying to keep Zhongli close to him, clutching at the front of his clothes, panicking as he felt the other begin to pull away from him.

Why? Why is he—?

As they parted, Kaeya searched for an answer in the older man’s countenance. What he saw was something that he dreaded most. Something that chilled him to the bone and haunted him, now seared within his memory.

Regret.

Cold, frigid hands released the articles that lined Zhongli’s back and limply fell back to his sides as he just stared at the man before him. A dry ‘click’ came from his throat as he swallowed down whatever lump that managed to get stuck there. Perhaps it was a broken half.

“… I apologize, Zhongli, for pushing myself onto you,” he muttered, his gaze falling to the space between them that suddenly felt like a yawning rift. An excuse, something for the consultant to latch onto should he desire to. Something that would make Kaeya seem like the villain in this fairytale that ended all too quickly. A fairytale that granted him no happy ending to cherish. Through a broken voice, he mustered enough strength to croak out, “It will never happen again.”

Within a blink, he vanished altogether, leaving the adeptal home and returning to Mondstadt without another word.