#genshin alice

[visibleclosedeyes]

I just remembered that Alice has a whole ass man 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Honestly that wouldn’t stop me from shipping Rhinealice you know how spicy it is to has one of the girl in yuri ship just disregard her own husband for her insane girlfriend ?

[m1d-45]

from soil….

summary: albedo has learned many things, and yet sometimes it feels like he knows nothing at all.

word count: 3.9k

-> warnings: massive spoilers for albedo lore… bottom text

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x || @esthelily

< masterlist > || part 2 >>

as a synthetic human, albedo wasn’t raised as most were. he was ‘born’ fully grown, the shaky knees that let him stand those of an adult. rhinedottir hadn’t wasted any time, immediately beginning his training in various forms of alchemy from the moment he was oriented enough to try and speak.

he was taught the periodic table before he was told the names of colors, he was told how to tell which solvent was best for an experiment before he even understand the nature of his creation. he could recite the best methods for creating hydrogen gas by heart, he knew how to make carbon dioxide go supercritical and even experimented with ferrofluids on the side, but he didn’t know what it meant to be ‘burned’ until curiosity got the better of him and he put his hand over a flame.

he was told not to, like so many other things embedded in his memory, but never why. he knew fire was hot, of course, but.. even as his hand jerked away of its own accord, he found himself wondering what the odd feeling under his skin was.

rhinedottir was disappointed to learn of what he’d done, but had simply given him the instruction of ‘don’t hurt yourself, it’ll set you back.’

‘hurt’. thats what this was?

as he waited for his ammonia to drip into the iron solution, he picked through the many bookshelves in the room. many were scientific texts, with a few encyclopedias, but he wasn’t looking for those.

pulling down the lone dictionary with his now-bandaged hand, he flipped through the pages, keeping an eye on his experiment in his periphery as he did so.

hurt

(v) cause physical pain or injury to

(adj) physically injured

(n) physical injury; harm

how strange…

he shifted the book in his hands, staring at his wound through the bandages. carefully flexing his hand, he stopped right on the cusp of something sharp, the skin of his hand… was hurt.

albedo continued to read through various definitions, his experiment shifting in color to a dark brown without his notice.

why would he divert his attention from something so thrillingly new?

albedo was no longer a stranger to pain.

it took him far too long to realize he should probably be buying borosilicate glass equipment to handle the sort of experiments he was carrying out, only ever noticing when his third watchglass cracked under the heat of manganese heptoxide. his hands were permanently covered in little nicks, each carefully wrapped in bandages as to not get anything into them, some deep enough to scar but most barely enough to annoy.

slowly, he began to learn. he learned the safest ways to clean up shattered glass, he learned how to wrap his dominant hand and had become somewhat ambidextrous as a result. he learned when he needed to stop and take a break before he got a headache, he learned to tell when his hand was cramping from notes and took the time to practice with his other. pain was no longer unfamiliar, but it was still just as strange.

he was learning.

though he didn’t fully understand why this wasn’t taught to him, why he wasn’t told how to make a salve for burns or given a set of gloves to prevent it happening in the first place… he sort of could see why he wasn’t. pain was the result of failure, of a broken piece of equipment or a too-hot burner. it made sense.

did it?

he carefully poured water into a beaker, not paying attention to the conversation behind him. one of rhinedottir’s friends was over, as was becoming increasingly common, and he’d stopped listening once it turned to her daughter. a few compounds caught his attention, but he couldn’t afford to be distracted. the ratio of acetone and water had to be just right, and he was nearing the balance point, the solution fizzing less and less with every addition.

“she’s quite the- klee, don’t-”

without warning, something heavy crashed into albedo’s back. the bottle in his hand tipped and jerked, splashing into and over the rim of the beaker. the heater beneath it hissed as the ice cold water dripped down the side, and though he stood quickly, reaching to unplug it, it was too late. sparks flew as the wiring shorted, the red glow of the plate beginning to fade.

something hot and sharp rose in his chest, buzzing in his hands, the air turning thin. his jaw tightened with the feeling, the cord in his hand biting into his palm.

he’d knocked over his stool in his haste, and beside it was a small child, wide red eyes staring up at him. with bright blonde hair and long, pointed ears, it was clear she was the woman’s daughter.

and she had ran into him.

the woman—alice, his mind supplied, though he didn’t quite hear it—crouched besides her, pulling her up and dusting off her clothes, “klee! what did i say about running in the lab? you know it’s dangerous.”

rhinedottir sighed, leaning against the wall and looking at the failed experiment. “another failure…”

the sharp spikes of feeling turned on him in an instant, and the cord fell from his hand in surprise. he didn’t mean to mess it up! it wasn’t his fault klee was running around! why was he to blame?

“gold, it’s not his fault. i should have watched klee closer.”

“nonsense. he shouldn’t have even been using a bottle. pipettes are much more precise, and if he wished to have any sort of credibility to his findings, he should have used those to better track how much he was putting in. ‘add water until it stops foaming’ isn’t much of an instruction, you know.”

alice stood, some sort of response already forming in the draw of her brows, but albedo turned towards his mess. his hands shook as he moved the too-full beaker to a bin, the heating plate heavier than usual. he ignored the increasingly heated conversation behind him, letting his hands go through the familiar motions of disposal. his chest felt heavy, an odd pulse between his ribs reminding him of the reason he was wiping water off his desk.

he didn’t hold it against the girl, of course. she was too young to even be thought of chastised, and… rhinedottir was right. he probably should have used a pipette to add the water, or at least something less volatile than an open bottle. after this long, he should have known.

his vision blurred, the wad of towels in his hand washing into one mass. he threw the towels into the trash, his free hand coming up to wipe at his eyes. had vapor gotten into them? that wouldn’t be good if that were the case, but though they stung it wasn’t as sharp as it would be from chemicals.

albedo wiped up the last of the water, absentmindedly wondering why his chest ‘hurt’ if he hadn’t been injured.

alice visited often, usually bringing her daughter along as well. he wasn’t sure why, as she was surely too young to learn much in the way of alchemy, but she evidently had learned not to run in the lab, thankfully. she sat on a stool at her mother’s side, carefully drawing in a small notebook.

albedo stood at the sink, doing his best to focus on removing the caked sediment from his glassware. alice was talking, again, telling a story of a place he’d never been or heard of, and his thoughts admittedly wandered when he wasn’t careful. he’d wonder about the knights she was talking about, the cavalry led by a man in frosted blue, and he glanced over his own outfit. plain white, as typical, but he wondered about the dye that would have been used. he always wore white—“easier to tell when you’ve spilled something,” rhinedottir always said—and his few attempts at making dyes always ended up splotched and uneven. how did they dye clothes? or did they dye the thread first? would that be more or less efficient? was it harder to work with dyed thread, maybe, because it could wear during the weaving process?

curiosity bubbled within him as he rinsed off a stir rod, scraping off the leftover sediment with his nail. it would take too much time and space to try what he was thinking, not to mention that he didn’t even know how to go about it, but…

he turned to put it on a towel and paused, seeing klee looking up at him from her stool. she waved, shyly, pen tucked against her palm, and he hesitated for a moment before waving back. it was small, barely a raise of his fingers as to not draw attention, but she lit up anyway. her feet kicked against the stool in excitement and she hid her smile in her sketchbook, and albedo felt his own begin to form. he felt warm, a gentle feeling starting to rise. he tried to pin it down, running over the list of emotions he’d learned, but it didn’t match. it wasn’t the sharp, white-hot spike from when he’d ruined his hot plate, nor the slow but insistent press of curiosity. he felt… soft, almost, a delicate heat pushing him to smile back, gently-

“albedo.“

the sharp call of his name scattered the feeling like fish recessing deep into a lake, repulsed by the word.

rhine had cut off alice, evidently, the latter’s hands still raised mid-gesture.

“are you finished? why are you looking at klee like that?”

though it didn’t show on his face, albedo felt as confused as alice looked. her hands had moved to her sides, eyes flicking between the two of them with an odd twist to her mouth.

albedo swallowed something cold and bitter, taking a breath. “like what?”

he tried to put as much genuineness into his words as he could, but rhinedottir just shook her head.

“you know how.”

“i-“

“get back to work, albedo.”

she looked away, cutting the conversation short despite the argument still on his tongue.

he didn’t know. she never told him. none of the books in his lab ever described what it meant to be alive, to feel, to grow. he’d read all of them, cover to cover and back again, but none of them described what he wanted to know.

albedo turned back to the sink, wondering if there was a name for the cold pit in his stomach.

the next time alice comes, albedo has the time to look and properly greet her. he doesn’t have anything important or time sensitive going on, simply waiting for a dish to crystallize, and it was clear that the short wave he gave, pencil still in hand, had made her happy.

“hey albedo! what are you working on?”

almost subconsciously, his eyes flick to rhinedottir, searching for her approval, but she’s turned away, inspecting some random report on his desk. his chest feels cold as he lifts his sketchbook in lieu of a response. he’s drawn a cecelia, a kind of flower he saw on his last expedition, only ever growing near the top of a cliff.

he wonders of rhine would be proud of its accuracy, if nothing else.

“oh, a drawing?” klee seems to stand a bit straighter when she registers that the notebook in his hand is for drawing and not for research, and alice chuckles at her enthusiasm. “could we see?”

again, albedo seeks his master’s approval. he doesn’t find it.

he takes a quick look around the lab but knows there isn’t anything dangerous. the only active and open chemicals are the one in the beaker behind him, and that’s both well away from an edge and covered with a watchglass. so he nods, spinning his pen from his hand and into a pocket as they carefully move across the lab. he notes the caution with which klee steps over a fallen pen, the hand not in her mother’s tightly gripping her bag.

he tilts the book up for her to take—his heart had picked up at some point and he can see a quiver where his thumb digs into the binding, when did that happen?—but she just peers down at it from where she is, not reaching. it only takes a moment for something bright to reach her eyes, unfamiliar yet not unwelcome.

“cecelias, right?”

hesitantly, albedo nods. “i was exploring the eastern edge of mondstat, looking for valberries, but… i found these instead.”

she hums with a nod, her expression shifting slightly. “you need to go further north if you want valberries. cecelias grow on starsnatch cliff, and you want to go to stormbearer point.” albedo made a note to ask rhine where that was. “still, this is very impressive! the detail is remarkable despite not having a reference; you must’ve been blessed by the creator themself!”

her eyes glitter in a way that tells him it’s supposed to be something said in jest… but he doesn’t get the joke. behind her, rhinedottir’s head snapped up, eyes narrow, the report long discarded, and albedo takes the risk before his master can speak.

“who?”

alice’s face falls.

albedo looks over at klee for the nth time, checking that she was still happily doodling on her own paper. rhine had been swift to pull alice into a side room after her comment, so it was just them left in his lab. her, on the stool he’d offered her after her mother was pulled away, and him, still on the same chair he’d been for the past few hours. his pen felt cold in his hand despite the fact that he should have been producing more than enough body head to keep it warm, something… uneasy bubbling in his blood.

words pushed to the forefront of his mind, the same as they did every time he checked on klee, and this time he let them go.

“do you know who was alice talking about?”

she stops, the room falling silent as her pencil stills, and he feels oddly exposed in front of her wide red eyes. she reaches up to adjust her hat, the clover on it smudging lightly with graphite. “the creator?”

albedo nods. “rhine never calls people ‘creator’s of things, even masters of k-…. masters of alchemy are simply ‘alchemists’ to her. i’ve never heard of such a title before.”

klee pouts, stuffing her pencil into the rings on her notebook and settling it in her lap. between her fingers, he swears he sees something shaped suspiciously like a cecelia.

“the creator made everything! mama says that they are older than even her, and that they gave klee this!”

the stilted grammar of her words throws albedo off, but not as badly as when she reaches for her bag—nearly falling in the process—and unhooks a large glass-looking jewel inset in silver. it glitters red, a pattern of a flame engraved within, and he finds himself leaning closer. questions spring to his mind—‘how did you get it? what does it do? does it have a name? how is it made? how were you acknowledged by somebody so important at such a young age? is there even a significance to it at all? why doesn’t rhinedottir have one? does alice?’—but she speaks before he can voice them, voice unnaturally cohesive for somebody so young.

“i got my vision after i tried to make the biggest bomb ever!” after she what- “i made a mess out of my station… but mama says it’s okay! she helped me rebuild it and everything, and even stitched back on dodoco’s ear!” she points to a small plush charm hanging off her bag, leaving him with still more questions than answers.

“didn’t your mama teach you about them? why are you asking klee?”

albedo fell short.

was this something that parents typically taught their children? he supposed rhine would technically be his ‘mother’…. but even that was more in the literal sense. she was his mother as in she created him, but she was his master in that she taught him about and guided him through alchemy.

(but was that even for his sake? or was it hers?)

before he could say anything, alice had come back, a crease between her brows and a heavy frown on her face.

“come on klee, we’re leaving.”

klee quickly hooked the ‘vision’ back onto her bag and stuffed her notebook inside, slipping off the stood with a ‘bye bye albedo!’ before he even understood what had happened. her hand folded into her mothers, having crossed the room swiftly, free hand tucked under the strap of her bag.

alice gave albedo a long look, filled with a feeling he couldn’t begin to decipher, before her jaw set and the door opened, a wash of cold air sweeping in as they left.

rhinedottir nearly slammed open the door, shutting it just as harshly behind her, but albedo didn’t flinch from where he was weighing out sodium. she’d been returning from expeditions more and more irritated lately, the domains she’s been searching somehow turning up less clues each time. he’s not privy to her work, so he simply keeps his mouth shut, never offering his advice or help even when he knows it helps to talk puzzling things out.

he tapped his stir rod on the edge of his beaker, knocking off the excess solution, and listened to her go through her routine. boots off, shoes on, coat off, lab wear on. bag down, notes up, then the bang of her door.

he stifles a smile at her predictability. most of her actions are prescribed, a routine she likely follows unintentionally, but it brings him a small bit of comfort. she did the same things when she returned today as she did every other day, no mater the size of her discovery, retiring to her room to review her findings. he learned quickly to shut down any attention-sapping experiments as quickly as possible after she returned to be able to dedicate as much as he could to listening to her ramble, leaving space on his table for her diagrams. he rarely got a word in, but that just made him all the better listener, able to concisely say everything he wanted to in the moment’s space of her breaths.

with all of this in mind, he covered his beaker. the solution would be fine overnight, so long as it was chilled, and he was quite looking forward to tonight’s talk.

albedo stood from his stool and began to clean up, listening to the clock tick down.

a few hours later, rhine returns with a heavy sigh. he hears papers flap in her hands as she shuffles through them, the sound growing louder as she approaches. she sits in the chair he’d set out for her in preparation and drops her papers on the table in a messy pile, various diagrams drawn across them.

she picks out one seemingly at random, depicting a diamond-shaped sigil inset onto a large set of doors. a complex web of patterns wraps around it, ending on eight smaller sigils. below the diagram, she wrote out a quote, presumably the one inscribed across the top of the door, “when seeking those who have lost their faith / there’s not much one can do but wait / you take the swiftest trail at once / and try until your hopes prevail.”

he doesn’t know what it means, but he keeps the words in his mind as she shoves aside the rest of the papers, setting down that one and beginning to talk about how she tried to solve it.

“there’s over 40,000 combinations—i did the math—and i wasn’t going to sit there for however long it took. the geo slime condensate only had enough elemental energy preserved in it to activate all of the sigils twice, and that didn’t account for actually killing the things.”

albedo propped his arm on the table, resting his chin in his palm and staring at the paper. he took in and registered her words, of course, hearing and understanding them, but a majority of his mind was focused on the paper. each of the winding paths started at the center sigil and twisted out, quickly becoming hard to follow- likely due to erosion, since the domain seemed embedded into a cliff face.

still, he pulled at the puzzle, picking at the edges. the inscription played on loop in his mind, producing ideas just as quickly as he shut them down. it couldn’t be that they had to leave to a secondary—or more—location, since six separate places for a domain was too complex and highly unlikely. it couldn’t be that there was some sort of prayer or hymn they needed to follow, due to the same argument as the first. there had to be a simpler solution….

“have you tried activating them in the order of the pathways?”

silence.

he looks up at her lack of response, finding her with her hands raised, clearly mid-ramble.

“i apologize for inter-“

he’s cut off with a wave of her hand as she picks up the paper, flipping it towards her. “dont, you already said it. what do you mean by ‘order’? actually, don’t answer. you can tell me tomorrow.”

just as quickly as she arrived, rhine left, picking up all her papers and leaving with a swish of her coat, her door nearly slammed shut.

albedo’s eyes flicked to the clock. she was barely there for ten minutes.

why? he’d spoken up before… granted, never interrupted, but… surely that wasn’t a large enough offense that she left?

he looked around his desk, empty of any equipment or glassware in preparation for the usual hours-long talk. it was earlier than he normally went to sleep, and though he could in theory return to work…

an unusual hesitation had seeped under his skin, pulling at his hands when he tried to stand. what had he said to make her leave? he’d just wanted to help…

after a moment, he stood, awkwardly pushing in his stool. ‘tell her in the morning’…

something odd and unsettling curled around albedo’s limbs as he went through the motions of preparing for bed. his fingers felt stiff where he ran them through his hair, the sheets on his bed cold despite the fire. an unmovable weight had sat itself on his chest, telling him that he’d done something wrong, but couldn’t tell what.

he hadn’t done anything. he’d just offered his help. she was the one that broke routine.

the weight told him that he was wrong.

he didn’t know why.

[moxie-girl]

misc. genshins vs twitter p.3

[moraxdreams]

I noticed something cute about albedo.

Everyone knows how he's basically under Alice's care, right? In one of his character voice lines he says that Alice always wanted him to call her mom but he declined and it always hurt my heart how he calls her Ms. Alice even though they're close.

However, I was rewatching (once again) the Golden apple archipelago event and noticed something. In both english and chinese, Albedo calls Alice 'aunt' with fondness when he thinks no one is listening. Look at that little smile!

I find it really cute that in public, he refers to her as Miss Alice, or Klee's mother, but when they're alone, he calls her aunty <3 ig our boy is shy.

(also kudos to Alice for regularly checking on her kids 👏)

[len-yx]

“Albedo and Klee are siblings because blah blah blah”

Or MAYBE Alice and Gold are old and married and they are just like actual step siblings 🙄🙄 what then huh

[double-m-b]

My take on Alice. For some reason I picture her with circle glasses and braids. Put some Adventure Guild Green in her design to connect her with them considering she wrote the Teyvat Travel Guide and all.

Also made her outfit resemble Klee's since I imagine Klee wanting to match her mom.

[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

Genshin Impact “Stop Putting Important Lore in Limited-Time Events” Challenge

Seriously.

How Durin’s residual Corruption works (The Chalk Prince and the Dragon)

Scaramouche’s actual introduction (Unreconciled Stars)

The idea that the whole world of Teyvat could be a mere fabrication of some higher power (Unreconciled Stars)

Skybracer (first Lantern Rite)

Alice and how she looks out for her children from afar. The woman rigged up an entire cluster of islands with puzzles and games for her daughter. (Midsummer Island Adventure)

Guoba being a god (Moonlight Merriment)

Confirmation that Albedo is a homunculus and technically related to Durin and the Golden Wolflord (Shadows Amidst Snowstorms)

Gold and Rhinedottir being the same person (Shadows Amidst Snowstorms)

The introduction of Subject Two, one of Albedo’s predecessors (Shadows Amidst Snowstorms)

Scaramouche’s involvement with the downfall of the Kaedehara clan (Irodori Festival)

All major pieces of the game’s lore and history, all confined to limited-time events. Hoyoverse, please stop doing this. Just make them Archon or World quests, I beg of you.

[aha-chuu]

Is there a Hexenzirkel!Diluc AU where the witches forsaw his mum (a fellow Hexenzirkel witch) dying but she maintained giving everything up for Crepus & her future son because Diluc, according to whatever prophecy, had a bright future and would save many lives (and also she already loved him). So she dies really early in Diluc's life as per canon but lovely Aunty Alice wants to visit her friend's new son, only to perform her own magical vision thing and find out that Diluc will actually be SUPER traumatised by all the shit in his life. So anyway Alice (certified Good Mum™ who never really cared about Crepus' opinion anyway) snatches teeny Diluc away to raise in the Hexenzirkel.

Oh and then Kaeya shows up at the winery a few years later and Crepus is projecting hard with his "I miss my son" feelings and it's pretty rough. But Diluc meanwhile is pulling rabbits out of hats and is trying to figure out if Albedo is somehow related to a dragon?? He's got much less trauma now in this AU I've decided.

[ofonikabutobeetlesandmen]

Not exactly a theory, more so speculation.

But until now, Klee and her mother Alice were the only two Genshin equivalents of elves for us to go off of. 3.2 though is quite literally Elf Impact with Nahida and Layla dropping at the same time. There is also Pulcinella of the Harbingers

And I’m hoping through Layla we can learn more about the elven race. Klee doesn’t tell us anything since she’s a happy-go-lucky pyromaniac. Nahida is literally an archon so similar to Venti the sylph, Zhongli the dragon and Ei the yokai, I doubt Nahida is going to talk about elves in any of her dialogues. So that only really leaves Layla and Alice presently, whenever the latter finally becomes playable (or gets a model in the game) to be the ones to talk about it since I know a lot of players are curious about what race Klee is supposed to be.

But what really catches my eye is how small Layla’s ears are. Klee and Nahida’s ears are long and quite noticeable so I’m wondering if Layla is perhaps a half-elf. It could easily be just that with her design, the long ears would have overdone it but I can’t help thinking it might be intentional.

Hoyo pleaaase tell us more about the elves!

TLDR: I’m wondering if Layla is a half-elf since her ears are small compared to Klee and Nahida. It could be a stylistic coincidence but still... I can’t help but wonder (added bonus pic of Pulcinella)

[sleepless-rants]

I like to think that Alice is very insane and love and support Rhine being insane

yes absolutely. Whenever I catch myself thinking "awww alice stayed with rhine even after everything she did🥺🥺" I have to remind myself that this is the SAME WOMAN who:

•blew up stormterror's lair so that adventurers can travel the terrain more easily.

•pulled a bunch of actual fucking islands out of the sea so her daughter can have a fun summer.

•cursed a millelith soldier to copy everything he hears and then dipped.

•regularly experiments on hilichurls.

•intruduced idol culture to teyvat and made a nun an idol.

•etc etc those are just some of the things at the top of my head.

So yes. Not only does she support it she probably encourages it. Alice thinks rhine is not doing enough.

[cluescorner]

MY 3.5 PREDICTIONS

About Caribert:

- Kaeya and Dain DO interact, but only for like 2 minutes. This interaction will reveal that they’ve actually never met each other before. 

- Dainsleif will reveal that he was supposed to be a Schwanenritter, but deserted for whatever reason. 

- More of Celestia’s crimes against humanity will be revealed. 

- There WILL BE a new Khaenri’an NPC, but they will either day before the quest ends or will have been corrupted with the Abyss. 

- When the hilichurl takes its mask off, its face will look alarmingly human. Like, almost human but there’s a specific uncanny valley effect.

- The Cryo Abyss Herald is actually completely irrelevant to the quest. Like, it’s just an enemy who shows up and then you fight it. 

- Our sibling will show up, but only in a flashback or something to do with the mirror we pick up. 

- It will be revealed that a Descender is leading the Abyss Order. 

- it is NOT revealed how exactly our sibling’s fate is being obscured from Irminsul nor why they aren’t considered a descender. 

About Windblume: 

- Collei and Amber’s reunion will make me cry. 

- Kaeya is not involved in any of it due to being in Caribert. 

- Amber and Collei are the ‘main characters’ of this quest 

- Cyno and Lisa interact, Tighnari and Albedo interact 

- Diluc shows up for like 3 seconds to have a brief look of understanding with Collei and Cyno, then immediately leaves. 

- We will play matchmaker between Timaeus and Ying’er. 

- The ‘prophecy’ will be revealed to just be a trick of Venti’s to encourage people to have fun on Windblume. 

- Either Varka or Alice will make a physical appearance, but not both. If it’s Varka, he will have a disappointingly twink-ish appearance and the community backlash will be enough that they will FINALLY FUCKING FINALLY make better and more diverse base models for characters. If it’s Alice, her boobs will be the size of watermelons and she’ll look like a Klee + Lisa hybrid. She’ll make a vague reference to Rukkhadevata, then laugh it off as if it was a joke because only WE REMEMBER RUKKHADEVATA EXISTS. 

About my pulls:

- I will get Dehya within Day 1. 

- I will get Cyno C2, but not C3. 

- I will lose a 50/50 and get a Constellation rather than a new character (weeps in no Keqing or Diluc or Tighnari). 

- My ‘Kaeya is a segment of Pierro’ bullshit will be definitely proven false, so I can properly classify it as an AU. 

- I will finally go full Pepe Sylvia Mode about how Dehya’s kit was designed 

[visibleclosedeyes]

I recently found that one Khaenri’ah post again about how Celestia has destroyed and basically reduced and robbed Khaenri’ah of their humanity.

I have Rhinedottir brainrot and I have been thinking…what if people of Teyvat have been appropriate Khaenri’ah culture and wisdom without knowing it? Old effective tech / alchemy or even some architectures which actually descended from the nation of Dahri

But no one know because there is very small number of Khaenri’ahns who survived and probably even smaller chance they will integrate into Teyvat society too.

So imagine how Rhinedottir would feel, seeing all that she knows of from her home—from her childhood; being used in the manner that is incorrect. I think someone like her would be bitter at the world.

Damn I was thinking about writing some silly Rhinealice headcanon but Rhinedottir is just surrounded by angst and pain

[hiraya-rawr]

*Crepus dies*

Alice: oh no! anyway Diluc you're also my kid now

I'll definitely pull for Alice once she's playable 😭 I'll put her in a team with Diluc and Klee too (it makes me wonder whether she's a pyro user too, but wouldn't it be redundant for both her and klee to be pyro? It's mommy-daughter goals though!)

also completely random but the reason why i team up zhongli with diluc and kaeya is because they're fatherless and zhongli is a father-figure (ayato come home :< i'll give you a geo dad)

[empyrangel]

Alice and Varka have an unofficial competition between themselves for who can adopt the most children.

[lokis-bitter-ghost]

KLEE AND KAEYAS OUTFITS KLEE AND KAEYAS OUTFITS KLEE AND KAEYAS OUTFITS KLEE A

[len-yx]

I have no memory of making this???