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[daybreakrising]

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There was nothing quite like the peace and tranquility of Liyue at night. He had seen it from all angles, from Qingce Village to Qingxu Pool, the peaks of Huaguang Stone Forest to the beaches of Yaoguang Shoal. He could spend hours simply listening to the call of the creatures that maintained night as their domain.

He stands on the uppermost terrace of Wangshu Inn, looking out over the marsh, face turned towards the gentle breeze that rolled in across the water. To truly appreciate the beauty of Liyue's landscape, you needed to be up high. The Inn was one of his favourite spots for that reason.

It is Changsheng who first notices they're not alone, despite the late hour. Her head lifts, tongue flicking between her jaws. "Hm?" A light smile plays upon the doctor's lips as he turns from the view, expecting another guest of the Inn or, perhaps, Verr Goldet or her husband. The last thing he expects to see is the famed adeptus.

"Conquerer of Demons." He gives a slight incline of the head, a gesture of acknowledgement and respect. "Forgive me - am I intruding on your own moment of peace?"

[chillingpenalty]

𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒  .                                          then  a  hum  leaves  the  warden  ,  lowering  his  teacup  upon  the  thin  paper  pasted  to  form  an  eloquent  &  disposable  coaster  ,  used  to  protect  the  table's  surface  from  spills  .  wriothesley  surmised  it  was  a  cheap  &  easy  source  of  use  ,  rather  risk  actual  coasters  getting  lost  ,  stolen  ,  or  even  broken  .  wriothesley  happened  to  use  lone  newspapers  in  his  own  accord  ,  paper  soaks  up  moisture  to  keep  your  surfaces  clean  &  dry  .  came  quite  in  handy  when  you’re  busying  with  evening  reports  &  filed  codices  of  previous  timestamps  under  a  dripping  bastion  of  bronze  &  iron  .  keeping  tabs  on  data  of  who  sufficiently  provides  the  fortress  with  reasonable  effort  &  work  —  as  thankfully  recorded  by  stand  -  by  correctional  gardes  .

                                          "  monsieur  …  not  to  dig  at  your  nation’s  customs  ,  i’m  merely  making  an  observation  .  "  wriothesley  winds  broad  arms  across  his  chest  ,  metallic  chained  accessories  glimmering  the  dull  light  of  his  candle  that  sat  in  a  dwindling  idle  .  "  ahh  …  who  knows  .  do  you  normally  stare  at  your  foreign  travelers  ?  if  it  eases  your  mind  …  i’m  only  here  on  business  .  "  confidential  business  .  while  the  fortress  of  meropide  was  certainly  an  autonomous  de  facto  prison  —  entirely  disregarded  within  the  confines  of  fontainian  law  &  judiciary  —  wriothesley  would  meet  at  the  bare  step  to  ensure  particular  inmates  make  it  to  their  sentences  &  readily  able  to  be  apart  of  society  .  if  the  inmate  chooses  to  leave  however  .  most  don’t  .  

                                             according  to  many  of  his  records  &  eye  -  count  witnesses  —  one  of  the  alleged  convicted  had  fled  the  nation  .  the  three  -  headed  warden  canine  took  it  upon  himself  to  snuff  it  out  ,  leaving  dear  sigewinne  to  keep  tabs  on  the  fortress  ,  &  if  need  done  ,  clorinde  assured  she  would  make  frequent  visits  .  he  stayed  at  the  nearest  inn  anyway  .  a  rather  …  comfortable  place  for  leisure  travel  .  though  wriothesley  was  admittedly  finding  the  higher  elevation  &  dry  air  quite  difficult  to  manage  .  

cont  .  from  here  .    -  @alatusatlas .

[mokutone]

your art makes me clench my fist in a very /pos way and i love how you draw yamato, he looks fluffy

djgkhsdgjkhs thank u, i'm glad that you enjoy my art!

[tavwrote]

2 for the mun asks

if you HAD to choose, who’s your favorite muse?

oh, cam ( and soren, by extension ), no question. he's the oc i've put the most work into these last,,, what, seven, eight years?? so he's very special to me even if he's a piece of shit sometimes 🥰

deidre and dottore are very close seconds though–

[csial]

@alatusatlas asked: throttle + reverse with xiao? - ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat // HERE.

His land is disturbed.

He can sense it. The acrid taste of that which does not belong, karmic debt spewing into his seas, the thinning remains of his once great domain now reduced by crumbling spears that litter its depths and the impending sense of doom that follows. It is demeaning enough that the war has taken so much from him, he will not permit any further tainting of his waters, any lessening of what is his by right.

This is his last territory and he will defend it. What use has a lord of the land for the abyssal depths of the sea?

Tendrils of water twist and curl into shape as a hiss forms on his lips, slinking across the surface until the patch of land that bears the presence is surrounded, the columns of vicious water rising in sync, darting and curling until they coil around flesh, catching at leg, arm and waist, restraining enough that he feels he can rise from where he lurks, caught between godly hydra and human guise.

"You are not welcome here..." Hissed words flare with the light of ancient grudges and a fierce determination to survive from one who feels the world has dealt him a cruel hand, and sees the path of fate careening towards him, but still remains determined to thwart it until the last breath escapes him. "The sea is my domain, one I will not relinquish. You and yours have stolen enough..."

His hand reaches out then, fingers curling around throat and squeezing, head leaning in and tilting as he watches the press of fingers into flesh. "Perhaps I should steal the very life from you as my recompense...." He tightens his hand then for but a moment as whispered words fall between them, face contorted in fury and rage. He squeezes again the pulse of his fingers as rhythmic as the ebb and flow of the waves around them, cruel gaze watching the impact as he uses the water to keep the other in position.

"Would it be enough, do you think? Are you worth my sufferings?"

Hissed words are breathed close to the ear, silence only interrupted by the aggressive pulse on flesh, the pull of tendrils straining limbs close to their limit. It would be foolish to do as he suggests, only inviting Morax to volley spears once more to his current resting place, but for the sake of his peace, for the sake of feeling vindicated, he can allow himself to imagine the brutality, to wonder how the loss of one would ripple through the Guili Assembly and bring him a modicum of joy knowing his enemy hurts.

The tides churn and crash around and his lip curls. Killing this enemy here will only invite Morax to enact his demise, drawing attention from the other gods that are currently being fought. He cannot afford it, there is a plan.

But that does not mean he cannot send a message, and leave the Yaksha in the debt of his whims.

[orchideae]

i really enjoy reading about your interpretations and headcanons on yelan!

— @alatusatlas // Prompt: 2023 has already concluded!

This had me smiling from ear to ear, because not only were you utterly supportive on Guizhong, popping into my askbox with IC memes and HC prompts alike (and I do apologize for the lackluster activity from my with them so far), you've popped up on Yelan as well. It warms my heart that you seem so invested in them both, Albedo, and the sentiment is easily returned. I've always enjoyed reading your thoughts on our beloved little Yaksha, and your willingness to explore every aspect of him in AUs and other, is incredibly heartwarming. But also, honestly, I recently wrote of how I really miss that feeling of community on Tumblr, because I think interaction outside of threads and obvious RP has lessened over the years, while I think it's what makes a fandom as enjoyable as it can be, but you're a prime example of someone who's always present, and the reminders of it always lift my mood and my motivation. You create a sense of community through your investment. And I want to thank you for that, and for this little message. Here's to 2024, the year in which I'll be active and we'll be writing, not because of your investment in my blog(s), but also because of my investment in your portrayal. Thank you for this, and thank you for always sneaking little things here and there that put a smile on my face. I hope the new year brings you nothing but joy all around, IC and out. 💙

[fatedevour]

@alatusatlas replied to your post “me: maybe i'll come back, i miss writing this...”:

he's in the bg tinkering with the mecha the whole quest

He's having an absolute blast. I support him.

[possets]

@alatusatlas // 💚

baizhu would, by no means, consider himself a chef. the technicalities involved in cooking weren't, on paper, that far off from making medicine, yet they still somehow managed to be two entirely different skill-sets. simply, he would not blame xiao if he did not make any attempt to flatter him as one, either. it shouldn't have tasted bad or anything — to mess up a simple, mild tofu dish would be almost humiliating — but the food only served to be excess padding to his excuse to visit the inn and have reason to linger.

was it truly needed? baizhu couldn't say. perhaps it was only a silly, unwarranted fear that xiao might think of him as too much of a mother hen, crossing the line to caring and concerned to just being a nuisance, if he only came with medicine that may or may not have even been effective in hand.

"please let me know if it tastes alright," he said as he handed off the food, neatly placed in a container for freshness during his trek to the inn, "cooking isn't an ability i have much confidence in, but i do hope it's at least passable. feel no need to hold back any critique!"

[abyshal]

shiplist if you're down

for some possible xiao & ajax platonic songs , or maybe just some xiao songs :

ㅤㅤ𝟏 . go to war - nothing more . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 , ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 . ㅤㅤ𝟐 . blackest hand - saint mesa . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 . ㅤㅤ𝟑 . coyote - mako . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦, 𝘯𝘰

[daybreakrising]

@alatusatlas: there's a gift from xiao on dr. baizhu's windowsill--a small container of almond tofu, wrapped in a simple green cloth and weighted down by a small crystal and a note.

happy birthday, doctor.

He doesn't notice it straight away - his mind is preoccupied with the day's to-do list of preparations and scheduled visits, prescriptions that need to be filled or renewed, the tinctures and potions and salves he needs to make-

Changsheng shifting to alert attention is what directs his gaze to the item upon the windowsill.

"Oh," he utters, lips curving into a smile, "it seems we've had a visitor, Changsheng." He already has his suspicions on the identity of his mystery visitor, and the contents of the package confirm them. Who else would sneak by his window to deliver almond tofu?

He's touched that the Yaksha is even aware of the significance of today's date, and that he thought to deliver a gift in celebration. He tucks the crystal and the note into a pocket and carries the almond tofu from the room. Paired with some tea, this will make an excellent morning meal.

He'll have to find some way of thanking Xiao the next time he sees him.

[scarletooyoroi]

🕯️

'As of late I've certainly learned a better.. firsthand deal of Xiao's plight. Being the demolishing force against dangerous entities, that very wrath they permeate weaving into him, such a sorrowful fate that I can't help but feel sorry for him.'

'Being able to see so many first hand accounts, the forbidden knowledge strand in Sumeru.. Orobashi's remnants of the Tatarigami within Inazuma, this resentment finds itself being similar to a viral poison to most. Outside of those who have a protective technique, the sort he can safely interact with is those wielding Visions..'

'That in itself is a matter I can't effectively wrap my head around. What exactly allows such a phenomenon to take place? If it was elemental power alone, Teyvat as a whole would be monumentally resilient against it's effects. Does that lead to some hidden factor? Just as it allows me to dive and explore terrains that would normally turn me into a corroded husk.. Depending on the strength of my will, the Vision allows it to be fashioned into a protective power.'

'Questions like that can wait however. Maybe there's some more solitary locations we can spend our time together? I've heard there were some meals he's particularly privy to, so I'd like to take this chance to make our bond be a bit beyond the aspects of work itself.'

@alatusatlas

[reginrokkr]

Celestial beings bear weaknesses untold to dark, corrupted forces as the latter do to the former. This is an undeniable truth that with or without Great Irminsul’s blessing, Dáinsleif has learned in the cataclysmic combat waged in Khaenri’ah as its battlefield. Within these creatures are included divinities and higher beings alike —regardless of their inferior degree of godhood— and Yakshas are no exception. Reason why the abandoned luminary approaches Xiao with a single trail of thought to be seen through before his departure from Liyue elsewhere in search of his destiny. ❝General Alatus.❞ Soft and firm is the caller’s voice in his approach, bearing no signs of ulterior motives that are not that of benefitting him— perhaps giving himself some peace of mind that he was able to do something of use to this land for mankind’s protection. ❝I am cognizant of the maladies Yakshas have to suffer and this battle... that which we fought may cause careful synergies within you. Allow me to treat you.❞

@alatusatlas​ ✦

[csial]

@alatusatlas // STARTER CALL.

"What brings you to darken my realm, yaksha...?"

Words are hissed with the beginnings of rage bubbling beneath the surface as Osial steps forth to narrow the space between them. Serpentine heads sway in the air, their gazes caught between being fixed upon the uninvited guest, one he only let live to show his benevolence to the dregs of Morax's people, and his eyes narrow.

"You test the limits of my patience. Speak quickly."

[yuelun]

Character Building Questions / Accepting / @alatusatlas 16 & 17.

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head? Herself, constantly. With how competitive she is, it comes with an element of being a perfectionist. And that inherently means that little miss' biggest enemy and critic? Is herself. That also means that she will scrutinise herself at every single turn, hold herself to the highest standards (and often unrealistic standards; but then take into account what 'unrealistic' truly means to, well, a god) and even will beat herself up over things that would generally be considered failures. And that actually brings me to something:

There's actually often something that I think about for her in terms of this concept of 'failure' and that's the reality that she can't do more than she's actually able to do. The entire co-leadership of the Guili Assembly rests within the acknowledgement that Guizhong is not an inherently physically strong god, and that her strength lies within her wisdom to not just understand and anticipate, but to create things that could compensate for that. Because while Morax (and the adepti) shoulder a lot of that weight, someone like Guizhong would want to... have an influence, an involvement. Because look at the Archon War for instance, the mortals under their watch are threatened by it, the adepti are— because even fellow gods are perishing around them. If gods are falling, then how is anyone else supposed to withstand that? So imagine the toll that would take on her, she who would constantly be seeking to do more, and failing in that endeavour because there's only so much one can do. The loss upon loss upon loss; at that point it's no longer a mental argument, but it's mental defeat. I often think about that, all the time before her passing— what that looked like.

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them? A friend of mine referenced her beauty once, and I smiled not because I disagree, but because that's so not something that crosses her mind. Not because she's insecure or any similar reason, but because when she looks in the mirror, she sees the deity that the mortals see and revere, and in that, the responsibility and expectations of her. I don't mention this in a concept of 'she feels undeserving of their reverence', because I think that's not a view that fits her. She's not arrogant, but she works hard and she sees the fruitful results of that— we need to remember that Guizhong, even before the Guili Assembly had led a successful civilization on her own. She taught them agriculture for example, she taught them to lead their lives under certain principles and values that would lead them to make wise decisions. And under her guidance, they thrived, and thrived still (and more so) when she joined forces with Morax. But she doesn't actively do it to succeed for her own sake or out-do others, she doesn't do it to gain worship, admiration or respect— she does it because that's what the gods do, they lead and they bear that responsibility. I have such an innate urge to ramble on and on, but then I will absolutely lose the initial point of this, which was supposed to be a 'vs' concept. So let me just—

All in all, I think it's easy to fall into feeling a sense of being mesmerised when first looking at her, not simply because she picked a form that is rather pleasing to the eye (though perhaps not beautiful in the 'traditional' sense of the word)— I think it's more so linked to how you'd see her interact with the world and regard it, because that's very much a part of how she functions. I think that most would notice the joy she has written all over her, this almost... childlike wonder of sorts that she bears; I actually also often use the word gaiety for her, because I think it suits her immensely. I think that's what people would notice first, and the beauty in and of that. But that stands very firmly against what she sees, which is responsibility, an everlasting responsibility.

[inavagrant-a]

@alatusatlas said: xiao lets zhongli claim him as a dependent on his tax forms

Whatever the equivalent to the I.R.S is, I have someone openly admitting that they are helping some old man by the name of Zhongli commit tax fraud. Arrest them.

[capravulpes]

@alatusatlas

“Xiao you know “knife stick “isn’t a actual word.”