#on godly contracts

[ominous-faechild]

AVATAR NONSENSE

BONUS SCENE: A NEW IMMORTAL

CHARACTERS: - Eugene Salles (pov) - Zenebe (Water's avatar)

TIMELINE:

approx. 400 AA (Glavni timeline) approx: 640 AA (global timeline)

(due to the Faewildes' space-time distortions, timelines across countries are neither linear nor consistent) (features tAR spoilers)

Gene: [in his eighties; has been busy carrying out Magic's work]

Gene : [… and recently, it's found him in one of Water's regions, digging up details about its history and magical artifacts.]

Gene: [head low, eyes on the ground as he thinks… but very much 'keeping an eye' on his surroundings through his aura]

Gene : [and, miraculously, not running into a single person despite being in a crowd. They always find one excuse or another to move out of his way, giving him his well-deserved and much needed space]

Gene: [except… finds his feet stalling—coming to a stop—as he was going to go past a building]

Gene:

Gene: [hesitates, heart twisting, as he tears his eyes from the ground to look at the building]

Gene: [skims the title painted across the side {some cliché, punny bar name}]

Gene:

Gene: [throat swelling, clenches his jaw and tightens his hands into fists]

Gene: [scans the area around him, where people continue to walk around him absentmindedly—completely ignoring him, and yet giving him a wide berth because he's magically hiding himself, but emitting vibes of "don't walk here" to get himself personal space]

Gene: [sighs slowly, looking back to the bar's doors… and heading inside]

Bar: [almost an entirely different vibe the moment he opened the door. One that got all the worse as he stepped inside, chewing his lip and eyes immediately finding the powerful soul seemingly minding its own business, sipping at a drink while sat at the bar]

Bar: [incredibly loud, way too hot from overcrowding, and overwhelming—]

Gene: [but just anxiously adjusts his earmuffs on his head as he magically muffles the sound of the area directly around him]

Gene: [—and makes his way to the bar!]

Zenebe: [as Gene approaches, spins in his seat to grin at him—but very subtly tense]

Gene: as if I couldn't notice, [he thought, almost wanting to roll his eyes]

Zenebe: "hey! You're Gene, right?—It's been a while!" 😉

Gene: [stops, surprised, a few feet away from him]

Gene: [glances away for a moment before meeting Zenebe's eyes again]

Gene: (hesitantly) "you… remember me?"

Zenebe: [face flickers ever-so-slightly—so quickly that even Gene almost missed it—but quickly returns his charming grin to full force, lifting a hand to rest his cheek against his knuckles!]

Zenebe: (voice light and amused) "of course I do! How could I ever forget?" 😉

Gene:

Gene: [fighting the urge to roll his eyes, sighs slightly as he shifts his satchel into his lap, slips his cane into his essence, and sits down beside him]

Gene: [mirrors Zenebe's position, meeting his eyes with quirked eyebrows]

Gene: (slightly sarcastically) "because it was only a few times. And the last time, I'm pretty sure you wanted to kill me."

Zenebe:

Zenebe: [visible confusion flashing across his face and eyebrows furrowing, glances away as he clearly struggles to remember—]

Gene: [sighs slowly, turning away from Zenebe to dig into his bag; defeatedly) "literally or metaphorically. Sorry, sometimes I forget how seriously avatars take that stuff."

Zenebe: [hesitates, frowning and eyebrows furrowing further as he scans Gene's face, struggling to recognize him]

Gene: [draws a sketchbook and pen from his bag, immediately settling to sketching the bar in front of him]

Zenebe: he really is familiar, so why am I—?

Zenebe: (suddenly) "Oh!"

Gene: [looks at him, still half-hunched over his sketchbook]

Zenebe: [grinning a bit more genuinely, the tension in his shoulders slowly disappearing]

Zenebe: (voice warm and slightly amused) "I remember you now—you're Gene, that abstract Tazin brought around, like, 30, 40 years ago? But not Order's." [waves dismissively] "Some family business."

Gene: like I didn't notice you eyeing my cane… >:/

Gene: [offers a dry smile] "you got it."

Gene: [lets out a slow sigh, tearing his eyes from Zenebe to return to drawing]

Gene: … why did I even come in here. Of course he doesn't care to see me. I'm some random avatar he doesn't even know… he expected a fight from me. [Remembering how tense Zenebe was] … even though I explicitly came in peace… >:|

Zenebe: [runs his hand over his hair as he watches Gene awkwardly, admittedly a little guilty—]

Zenebe: (awkwardly) "you know… I didn't want to kill you."

Gene:

Gene: [turns as little as he has to to meet Zenebe's eyes, an eyebrow quirked slightly] :|

Zenebe: [sighs, but offers an apologetic grin as he curls a hand around his jaw… and cradles his drink with his other. Can't exactly keep his eyes on Gene's, though he tries to]

Zenebe: (voice still awkward, and slightly strangled) "it was a really bad time, and I couldn't really—but yeah, that's on me. Sorry to have acted that way."

Gene: [evenly, fighting the soft smile that wants to come to his lips]

Gene: (voice light, almost sounding absentminded) "it's over now. Decades ago."

Zenebe: [chuckles slightly, though it's obviously forced to Gene]

Zenebe: (faux-amusedly, an edge to his voice) "ahhh, yeah. That's how it goes, isn't it?"

Gene:

Gene: [just silent, filling in more lines in his drawing]

Zenebe:

Zenebe: [awkward, but watches Gene draw for a second as he sips his drink]

Zenebe: [after setting his drink down, awkwardly) "… so, you're an avatar now?" [knows it's true. Asking how.]

Gene: [not looking at him; dismissively) "yeah… for about…"

Gene: [pauses, looking at the ceiling as he does the math]

Gene: [and glances to Zenebe for a moment—and only a moment—as he answers matter-of-factly) "thirty-four years now."

Gene: [then back to sketching!]

Zenebe:

Zenebe: [watching him; voice genuine and sad) "I'm sorry to hear that."

Gene: [freezes, caught off-guard]

Gene:

Gene: [hesitantly looks over to Zenebe]

Zenebe: [yep, watching him with a compassionate, sad look as he sips his drink again]

Gene:

Gene: [tears his eyes from Zenebe's to stare blankly at his drawing]

Gene: [bitterly] "… better than being dead."

Zenebe: [grins darkly, fighting a snarl] "ah. So that's how they got you."

Gene: [half-scoffs, half-laughs in agreement, only giving a slight nod as he shades the bar] "they never mention 'the death clause' when you sign the agreement."

Zenebe: [grins bitterly] "don't they?"

Gene:

Gene: [spares him a glance, eyebrows furrowed] "what do you mean?"

Zenebe: [waves his hand slightly, face half-hidden behind his glass as he prepares to take a drink]

Zenebe: (dismissively) "you know. In the fine print. It's definitely in there somewhere. Everything is. They just make sure you don't read it."

Zenebe: [and finishes off his drink!]

Gene:

Gene: [face flashes between uncertainty, anger, and… defeat.]

Gene: [finally looks down at his art again]

Gene: (exhaustion and sadness leaking into his voice) "… I was seven when I signed my first one."

Zenebe:

Zenebe: [bitter smile] "… same."

Gene:

Gene: [fighting biting his lip, glances over to meet Zenebe's eyes again]

Zenebe: [wide, bitter smile!… his own exhaustion visible for once]

Gene: [gives a hesitant, slow nod… understanding]

Both: [silent]

Gene: [awkwardly looks away again, staring down at his drawing... although he isn't really looking at it]

Gene: (voice quiet, unable to help it) "… sometimes, I think I was always doomed to end up like this."

Zenebe:

Zenebe: [gives a slight, dark smile as he puts his elbows out, lays his cheek against his arms, and watches Gene's face]

Gene: [uncomfortable, but… not going to mention it. Just carefully controls his expression as he returns to drawing]

Zenebe: (voice bitterly amused, but genuinely curious) "what do you mean?"

Gene:

Gene: [awkwardly spares Zenebe a glance, but quickly drops his eyes back to his drawing; matter-of-factly) "… as an avatar."

Gene: (voice going bitter) "no matter what I did… I was going to end up here. Zhrizn—"

Zenebe: [pauses, genuinely startled to hear Gene say his god's name so easily, but stays silent, simply observing]

Gene: "—stacked up a lot of favors from me when I was young, before I could know any better… and then, when I died, came up to me all—" [rolls his eyes, but actually accidentally magically distorts his voice to sound like Zhrizn's… and says sarcastically, even mimicking Zhrizn's mannerisms) "—'it's time for you to pay up, Yevgeniy. Oh! Looks like you're dead! I know how we can fix this.'"

Zenebe: [admittedly very amused with Gene's imitation, though he has no idea how accurate it is—]

Gene: [face twisted in anger, gripping his pen like a knife… and one he wished he could jab into Zhrizn's eye—]

Gene:

Gene: [suddenly blinks in surprise and looks to Zenebe, remembering where he is—]

Zenebe: [gives a dark, bitter grin]

Zenebe: [starts taking a deep breath and about to respond, but—]

Gene: [tears his eyes away to stare at his drawing, forcing himself to continue shading it]

Gene: (defeatedly) "but… it was going to happen regardless… if I died of old age, or to something else. Or…" [gives a broken uneven, sharp laugh] "—I guess I really didn't even need to die at all. He just wanted me to need him—so I had no room to argue with him on the terms."

Gene: [stares blankly at the drawing, eyes unfocusing as he starts to space out]

Gene: (ruefully) "… at any moment since I was young, he could've roped me into that. I had so many favors—"

Zenebe: [lets out a heavy sigh, sitting up and stretching an arm over his back]

Gene: [and quickly looks to him as he does—]

Zenebe: [gives him a wide, bitter grin as they lock eyes… and stretches his other arm as he says) "listen, kid. With your blood? That family you were born to? There was no way you'd escape your life without becoming an avatar. Too many gods want access to that sweet, sweet chaos magic." >;'D

Gene:

Gene: [face twists—]

Gene: [sighs, turning away and burying his face in his arm]

Gene: [wants to mumble, but actually raises his voice slightly so Zenebe can hear him) "… I know."

(part 1/?) (prob ~4 or 5 lol)

ALSO, LOOK!

IT'S @the-letterbox-archives'S BOYS!

also-also, istg I gave Zenebe a last name, but I can't find it anywhere... >:/

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@honeybewrites @the-golden-comet @illarian-rambling @ashirisu @urnumber1star

@the-letterbox-archives @48lexr @aalinaaaaaa @thecomfywriter @an-indecisive-nerd

@seastarblue @rae-butter

retroactively tagging the hiatus party and "avatar nonsense" taglists:

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@vanceomegavast @write-with-will @astronautas-world @inadequatecowboy @lunaeuphternal

@nightmaricwriter @ieppiq @oliolioxenfreewrites

[momhwa1117]

I AM NEVER CALLING MYSELF UNLUCKY

[corvigae]

Whenever I remember that I didn't set out with the explicit plan to make Page a bardlock initially it just throws me bc it's just. So intrinsic to her character now that I could never imagine her as anything else. Like yeah I planned on making her a bard and that was always a big part of her character, but I really just picked warlock as a multiclass for utility's sake at first. But now being a warlock is so much of a big part of her backstory and her story going forward that if you were to remove that part of her you'd remove a significant portion of her character.

[shizuturnspages]

PLEASE hear me out yan ajaw whether hes taken over kinich or made a contract with us like kinich has POTENTIAL and ill DIE ON THIS HILL

and if its the latter u can annoy him and he cant do shit we finna become a bully with this one

... how about both?

Ajaw Taking Over Kinich

❥ When Ajaw takes over Kinich, you’re no longer dealing with just a yandere—now you’ve got this ancient being level of possessiveness wrapped in Kinich’s body. His obsession? Fucking amplified. Ajaw doesn’t just want you—he needs you like a force of nature, like the sun fucking needs to rise. You’re not just a person to him; you’re his divine claim. And this isn’t some subtle obsession—Ajaw’s got that “I will literally destroy worlds if you leave me” kind of energy. It’s overwhelming and all-consuming.

❥ Kinich might still be in there somewhere, but Ajaw’s taken over, and he’s using Kinich’s love for you to fuel his own fucking twisted desires. Imagine that—Kinich still loves you, but it’s buried under Ajaw’s possessive rage, and that makes this shit even more terrifying. Ajaw’s merciless, and Kinich’s gentle nature is just another weapon to get you to submit. One minute you’re being coaxed in softly by Kinich’s memories, the next? Ajaw’s locking you away, claiming you’re his and only his. Forever.

❥ With Ajaw in control, you’re untouchable—but it comes with a fucking price. You belong to him, and he’s going to make sure everyone knows it. This isn’t just regular protection—it’s on a divine level. Anyone who even looks at you? Gone. He’ll bring down the full force of his godly power to keep you safe, and if that means erasing threats from existence? So be it. You’re his, and he’ll ensure no one ever comes between you, even if it means sacrificing the world to keep you close.

Ajaw’s Contract with You

❥ In this scenario, Ajaw’s not taking over Kinich—he’s making a contract with you. And let’s be real, he didn’t want this shit. He’s a powerful, ancient entity, and now he’s bound to you, someone who’s more than happy to mess with him at every turn. And he can’t do shit about it. You’re his contracted partner, and he’s supposed to be controlling the situation, but you’ve turned the tables. He’s stuck, and you’re having the time of your fucking life making him squirm.

❥ Now that Ajaw’s bound to you, he’s technically at your command—but he’s not happy about it. You can push his buttons, tease him, and get under his skin in ways no one else could dare. He’s used to being worshipped, feared, and obeyed. But you? You’re treating him like a toy, poking fun at his divine powers, and reminding him he’s stuck with you. And that pisses him off in the best way. He tries to act all cold and detached, but deep down? You’re the one driving him fucking crazy.

❥ The more you tease him, the more fucking obsessed he gets. Ajaw isn’t used to someone who doesn’t cower in front of him, and that only makes his obsession burn hotter. He tries to keep control, tries to act like h.e’s the one in charge, but you keep flipping the script. You bully him, annoy him, and he can’t do shit to stop it. And the worst part for him? He likes it. You’re the only one who challenges him, the only one who doesn’t fall in line, and it fucking drives him wild.

❥ You know those moments when you’re really pissing him off, and he wants to punish you but can’t? That’s where the petty god shit comes in. He’ll try to get back at you in the most ridiculous ways—subtly messing with your day-to-day life, making things inconvenient, like blocking the sun for a few hours or causing minor natural disasters just to make you mad. But the more he tries to assert dominance, the more you push back. You two are in a constant back-and-forth, and honestly? It’s fucking hilarious.

❥ Even though you’re bullying the hell out of him, Ajaw’s possessiveness never fucking fades. If anyone else tries to get close to you? Oh, they’re fucking gone. He might be bound to your contract, but he’ll still pull some divine shit to make sure no one else gets near you. And deep down, you know he’s obsessed. No matter how much you tease him, at the end of the day, Ajaw’s burning need for you is so intense it practically consumes him. You hold all the cards, but fuck, does he love playing your game.

[translunaryanimus]

CHENESHT HOMEPLANET - ÂCHLANHTE Star: K-Class, Main Sequence 'Phetchâ' [Petkaa] - Comes from the word for white [Phe] and a contraction of Tlechâ [T'châ - Halo or Radiance. Has godly connotations] Position from Star: Second Axial Tilt: 15 degrees Gravity: .83g Vegetation: Dark Greenish Teal Supercontinent Name: Eshtmhêt [esht-meet] - People Path/People Track Planet Name Meaning: Âchlanhte [Aaklante] - Usually roughly translated as 'All Our Egg'. The name spawns from a Têphecha religious belief that the planet they live on was the first egg laid by one of their gods. Each culture has their own version of this story, but the Têphecha version is the most commonly told to other sophonts.

ETHNICITY NAMES AND MEANINGS

Llalâphe [Lalaape] - Fisher Fenhêalch [Feneelt] - Derived from an old word for Soil [Fenhach] Têphecha [Teepeka] - Stilt or Pole Lhbore [L'bore or Labore] - Large or Tall, sometimes translated as 'Giants' Ôernh [Oorn] - Derived from an old word for Water [Ôrnha] Chlâsle [Tlaasle] - Beader Nhâchchech [Naak'kek] - Weaver

More information under the cut

Âchlanhte's lower axial tilt and lesser gravity cause seasonal patterns to be far more mild than those of earths. The poles barely freeze or melt, the swamps stay wet and humid, and the haze of airborne algae stays easily suspended in the sky, turning it a foggy mint color. The predictable and mild seasons also allowed for easy, early chenesht settling across a vast majority of the Supercontinent's surface which led them to becoming the dominant species, and eventually, the only sapient one.

Some of you may remember This Earlier Post in which I touched a little on natural color variants within Chenesht, consider this the expanded version. Chenesht have 7 distinct ethnic groups which, for the most part, are also their cultural groups. I've covered the Chlâsle and the Nhâchchech briefly before in other posts and plan to eventually go more in depth on the other 5. In terms of cross referencing with the older post, the Chlâsle are the 'standard' coloration, the Nhâchchech are the 'polar' coloration, and the Têphecha are the 'central' coloration. While the colors in this post are still canon, Chlâsle are no longer considered the standard coloration as they're one of 7 ethnicities.

Âchlanhte's supercontinent Eshtmhêt has experienced very little tectonic drift since merging several million years before the dawn of civilization, allowing the various Chenesht cultures to stay socially and technologically connected and up to date with one another throughout their development. It's because of this that all Chenesht largerly speak the same language, with the only differences being slang terms and the occasional differing words between cultures. Each dialect is rougly 90% mutually intelligable with any other, with the Llalâphe and the Ôernh having the most linguistic drift. The 'correct' names for each ethnicity are sometimes debated due to variations on what they're called by themselves vs by others, ie. the Nhâchchech also being called the Eshtchchonh (pattern people) by the Chlâsle. The ones listed here are the popularly accepted proper names.

[arijackz]

PICK A CARD: What Element Do You Embody?

⍎ "The force that unites the elements to become all things is Love, also called Aphrodite; Love brings together dissimilar elements into a unity, to become a composite thing. Love is the same force that human beings find at work in themselves whenever they feel joy, love and peace. Strife, on the other hand, is the force responsible for the dissolution of the one back into its many, the four elements of which it was composed." - Empedocles

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. This is a gender-neutral reading, change any pronouns to apply to you. Also, these elements don't have to correspond with your birth chart.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

⌾ Pile One ⌾ (4oC rev., 10oS, High Priestess, 6oP)

Your soul’s energetic thumbprint is GODLY. 

But I’m getting ahead of myself, your element is AETHER.

I get the sense that you’ve been sort of incognito for a large chunk of your life. You felt more comfortable being an observer and watching the world unfold before you.

Not out of fear, you’re just naturally curious in a spectating sense rather than interactive. You hear what’s left unsaid, feel people’s suppressed/underlying emotions, and see what others are blind to. The high priestess is all-knowing but keeps the universal truth to herself because she knows not everyone is meant to see what she sees.

You hold a lot of unknown truths, but truths often become burdens. You carry other people’s pain because you know they can’t handle it, often thanklessly. You throw yourself in front of the bus before the other person even realizes there's a threat coming at all. 

The weight you carry on your back would crush the average person. Deny it all you want, but in the cosmic book of life, you’re a modern-day hero in a way.  

It’s like when the older sibling sacrifices themselves to protect their kid siblings from the horrors they’ve had to endure in their family environment. They know they’re the only barrier between the monsters and their loved ones, often sacrificing opportunities and peace of mind to be that protection.

It doesn't have to be this case scenario, but if the situation resonates with you, I see you. The universe sees you. Your valiance and selfless nature deserve songs and praises, never belittle your efforts. 

Okay back to aether, y’all know I love to yap. 

I am heavily getting this silent heroine presence because aether is the antithesis of fire, water, earth, and air. It’s cold because it does not have fire’s warmth, weightless because it is not heavy like earth or water, and immobile because it does not have air’s fluidity. Sounds bad, but it’s fucking AWESOME.

The aether element allows for the other element’s existence. It has no boundaries and fills every corner of life, it is Godly and omnipresent. The word αἰθήρ (aithḗr) in Homeric Greek means "pure, fresh air" or "clear sky".[3] In Greek mythology, it was thought to be the pure essence that the gods breathed, filling the space where they lived, analogous to the air breathed by mortals. 

Aether is essentially empty space that allows for life to be. The movement of our bodies takes place in these empty spaces. I.e. the hollowness of our lungs allows breath, space in the throat causes speech, the heart needs space to contract and pump blood, and so forth. Life could not exist without this empty space.

Since the aether element is subtle yet all-pervading, it is the most spiritual element and is considered a bridge between the earthly realm and the divine. 

Quintessence is also a term that is quite often used for ether as it denotes the “heavenly bodies” present in the universe such as the stars and galaxies.

(A CROW HAS A MESSAGE FOR YOU, GO OUTSIDE)

You have this quiet, subtle, but Godly presence about you just like the aether element. 

Circling back to the silent heroine archetype, to sum up my rambling, aether is out of human perception (like your silent, observant nature) but is the backbone of existence (the power in that very nature).

You’re a bit of an oxymoron. You notice everything, and that forces you to be a bit apathetic because constantly being in fight or flight isn’t good for the body. But on the other hand, you’re extremely empathetic because you understand the world’s suffering more acutely than anyone else. You’re a quiet presence and try not to interfere with other people’s lives but you’re simultaneously the very barrier that stops some people’s lives from crumbling. 

The aether element 🤝 you. TWINNEM

Sidenote: Shoutout to my Shatabhisha natives yet again! Also, if you find this element interesting and want to know more about this dominating energy in your life, I hyperlinked two websites for you that are worth reading. 

And go outside! My window is open and this single crow is SCREAMiNG at me.

Also, you’re smart enough, aim for that challenging degree. 

Okay! MUAH!

Beyond The Breath of Mere Mortals

⌾ Pile Two ⌾ (Ace of Cups, 8oP, Page of Swords)

^^^ You fr

RISE UP MY LIL TSUNAMIS!!!  aka my WATER elements

You’ve definitely been called overly emotional as an insult. Well fuck that person, they wish they had your appeal.

Do you know how crazy you drive people? I imagine you as the person in a movie who the depressed main character meets once at a party, ditches the crowd, goes on an adventure with, and as the sun rises, they look over at you and realize life is worth living. 

Even if you don’t identify as female, you have a strong effeminate allure. Not in a traditional “pink” sense, but in a receptive manner. You stand there and look pretty while the world crawls to you. Adventures seem to rush toward you. 

Your energy colors life; water gives the Earth foliage and growth. Without water, everything in existence is dry, stiff, and lacks the nourishment to evolve.

People feel alive around you, imagine those moss patches that start dry and grey but once they touch water, they get bright green and abundant. 

You color those dry patches in people’s lives. However, many people aren’t used to this intense water dominance. It unbalances them and feels irrational.

Society grooms people to suppress their emotions, so those who embrace their feelings and work to understand them appear juvenile and possibly even threatening. 

The word sensitive or emotional is almost a slur in today's society 😭

But your sensitivity is your power and serves you a great deal of intelligence. Especially with people! This is a very fiery, intense energy. Y’all are my Scorpio/8th house knockouts (check your sidereal chart as well).  

You have a very penetrative presence, you are felt before you are seen, but you will never go unnoticed. You’re a bit obsessive, you want to know everything about everyone.

Favorite color? Childhood horrors? Most shame-ridden secret? Their first celebrity crush? That embarrassing moment in middle school they’d rather die than bring up? The opinion that would get them jumped on twitter.com?

And you’re good at getting these answers out of people. Two minutes with you and people start word-vomiting their entire consciousness onto you. That magnetizes people and in turn, makes them obsessed with you. 

Your energy is very alluring, in the same way, the gentle sway of the ocean lures people in. They are slightly in fear of the emotional hold you have over them. The ocean might soothe or drown them. In the same way, the ocean seduces, your aura has an unpredictable grasp on people. 

I feel like this strong emotional energy took a while to tame, it used to unbalance you. Life had major emotional ups and downs with long days of you feeling like you’re being submerged under water. But just like any skill, you honed it and achieved mental clarity, to wield your emotions to your benefit. 

The water element sends you through hell for you to achieve liberation. Once you fight your biggest demon (yourself and all the torment the mind can conjure), you come out the other side knowing that the worst isn’t strong enough to take you down and nothing will. 

The waves that once drowned you are turning into a weaponized tsunami you command. You have the power to nourish and destroy. 

If you’re not quite there, you’re well on your way. Keep doing what you’re doing, sexy. 

Resist Me If You Can

⌾ Pile Three ⌾ (2oP, 3oC, 8oP)

Welcome my manifesters! We’re talking ‘bout the EARTH element baby!

This is the earthiest earther I know, and Pile 3 get down! Pile 3 dont play!

You work so hard, it’s borderline masochistic 😭

It doesn’t have to be work in a traditional- go to your job and get noticed by the boss- sense, this extends to every corner of life. You’re objective-oriented and do not stray from the mark until the box is checked. 

This can be as simple as having a goal to learn how to whistle by next Sunday. You’ve already marked time out of the week for ten minutes a day to practice, found YouTube instructors, bought chapstick so your lips don’t dry out, and it’s all you can think about until you get that high of accomplishing something.  

Earth is the manifesting element because it's where our thoughts accumulate enough energy to materialize. It's quite a powerful position to be in. One day it's just a dream, and by the next it's reality. 

Well, that's an exaggeration, the earth element is quite slooowwww due to its weight.

It’s the heaviest element because it’s the most long-lasting. Water evaporates, air swiftly changes, and fire burns; only Earth will remain. Anything worthwhile takes time, Rome wasn’t built in a day.

I think you understand this, but you don’t always have the patience for your desires to materialize. If you feel like you aren’t actively making progress on your goal, you tend to juggle multiple projects just to get that rush of achievement we were talking about earlier. 

I’m making an addiction reference because it applies here. This incessant need to reach every goal as soon as you think you should is causing you to over-extend yourself and the stress on the body is throwing you into disharmony. 

Not everyone gets their license at 16. Not everyone moves out of their family’s home at 18. Not everyone has a job straight out of college. Not everyone has their life all figured out…ever. 

Balance is needed. You’re too hyper-focused on deadlines and seeing results, that you’re putting your overall wellbeing on the line. YOU are your most prized possession and need to care for yourself like you’re the shiniest medal on your mantel. 

The “Gullible” card came out, don’t worry, you’re not naive in a trusting way (not that you should be blamed for putting your trust in people anyway). I see it as your goals aren’t rooted in your true self enough and are too influenced by others. 

(Extreme example): You see someone (who has probably been practicing their whole life) play the violin really well at a young age. Now, you’ve made a goal to be as good as them in just a few years; every time you feel like you’re lagging on that deadline, you start berating yourself and feel inferior because you haven’t reached this unrealistic standard you’ve set.

Is this goal a good use of your finite energy? Is this objective authentic to you? Or is this just something that will give you a temporary ego stroke?

I think life is forcing out into a hanged man moment currently. Your perspective needs to switch inward so you can ground all of this powerful energy into something that will actually satisfy you, not just give you a quick high for a moment and then redirect you to your next conquest. 

You want something that will give you pride and fulfillment at your core and the universe wants to give that to you, but you have to know what will make you happy. What gives you inner harmony?

And I don’t mean what you see makes others “happy”. Not a mansion, fame, the newest fashion trends, expensive skin care, etc. I mean the things that bring you joy beyond the physical. 

Think about what made your younger self jump out of bed every morning to experience. What did your soul shine for, before the world shamed it out of you?

You don’t have to know now, but you must be willing to pause and raise the importance of your health and happiness to the same height as your material/skill gains. I know those things make you feel good, but it's temporary, and if you want to achieve lasting happiness you need to achieve harmony with all aspects of your life. Right now, your inner health needs a leg up to balance the scale.

The earth gets stiff and stops evolving without water. Don’t allow yourself to dry up. Give yourself space to go on an inner journey and rest. The universe understands perfection takes time. The planets took billions of years to form, a tree takes decades to reach maturity, and only humans have deluded themselves into thinking results are instantaneous. 

A week of rest is still progress!

P.S The attractive card FLEW out. Your “do or die” energy, though unhealthy at times, is sexy as fuck and you have this magician-type- nothing is impossible for me- allure to you. Green, red, and black make people want to sneak another peak at you. 

"Wait Instead of Push, Root Instead of Reach"

⌾ Pile Four ⌾ (The devil, 10oS, Ace of pentacles, 7oP)

MUY CALIENTE INDEED!!

They don’t call you a hot lil mama for nothin!

You embody the FIRE element. Although, you are quite earthy. This is my most mixed-element pile. Read pile three for sure.

You’re a very proactive person. You have earth’s manifesting qualities and fire’s initiative. You seize opportunities and start goals without hesitation. Very very attractive.

This reading doesn’t have to correlate with your birth chart, but all love to my Sagittarius and Aries folk. Of course, sending a special kiss to the Leos.

You have the same obsessive, hyper-focused tendencies as pile three but I feel like instead of a brief moment of accomplishment, you’re craving glory and the freedom to shine as brightly as you desire. 

In your formative years, you’ve had to dim your light for survival and to escape ridicule. You’ve had to fit into a mold that is much smaller than your true form, stifling your potential. This energy feels very suffocating. Picture a boiling fire covered with a lid. It’s like a false skin has trapped you and cut off your oxygen.

But don’t worry, ever heard of cleansing by fire? The fire element is about purity and rebirth. It burns impurities to get matter back to its rawest, unadulterated form. You will burn that false skin off, to reveal a phoenix underneath, it's all a part of your evolution. 

Fire ignites instantaneously but can burn out just as quickly. You suffer from exhaustion a lot of the time. This is where the earth energy meets the fire. You have a longer refractory period than usual fire personalities because of the heaviness of the earth element. 

You’re like an engine sitting outside in the winter. Give it twenty minutes to warm up and get its groove but once it does, OOHHH BOOYYY, WE’RE ROLLIN’!

You have earth’s slowness and need for perfection, so you take longer to complete tasks and may even be a late bloomer.

I feel like you crave the spotlight, not necessarily fame, but recognition on some scale. You have always subconsciously known that your flame was being smothered and that you had not seen that full extent of you.  Your subconscious brought this to your attention with desires to be seen.

Some of you want to be recognized for your talents, beloved for your beauty, admired for your wit, favored for your charm, hell all of the above!

And you deserve it! You desire these things because your soul is trying to tell you something. You are meant to be seen.

I sense a lot of fear in this pile. Fire energy is very headstrong and likes to race to the finish line (the hare). Earth energy is contemplative and likes to play the long game (the tortoise). The two conflicting energies can create some paralyzing doubt in your psyche. One side thinks the other is irrational.

Do I stay or do I go? Can I even trust myself to make a decision I might regret?

Yes, you can! You have to, there is one thing that fire and earth can agree on, it's their shared annoyance with stagnation. Go for it babe, you miss all the shots you don’t make, all choices lead forward (which is where you need to go).

I’m telling you, anything you want you will get, just don’t be afraid to burn that false skin off. 

Find a median for the two energies. Dream big and have the self-assurance to go for it, but methodically plan out all your adventures so that earthy need for a stable foundation is satisfied. 

A vision board with ideas of ways to achieve these dreams will help pull your thoughts into the physical and be a great step to giving you the confidence to move forward.

Because I promise you, once you get going, there will be no stopping you.

Note: I think “You’re afraid of being seen” videos on YouTube will be great for rewiring your fear-based thinking. Confidence affirmations are a great addition to your day too. Oh, and please read pile three, there are some messages in there for you. 

"Have a Love Affair With The Sun"

If you enjoyed this reading feel free to check out my masterlist and poke around. I feel a lot of these pacs are connected, so go find yourself in other readings!

I don't bite I swear, book a reading with me if you feel inclined <3

[russellsppttemplates]

Tanning on the beach in Bali and Joris watching the way you look at Charles in the water

He looked too good for you not to stare. The orange swimming trunks contrasted with his tanned skin made him look even more handsome as he swam, his back muscles contracting beautifully and capturing your attention.

"You know you're staring at him? Do you need me to close your mouth before a fly gets inside or maybe a napkin to catch your drool?", Jories teased you, throwing a pillow at you.

"Are you telling me I can't stare at him?", you wondered, "He's looking so good - like godly good - and you're expecting me to pay attention to this book?", you waved at around, finger still acting as a bookmark for the page you had last read a word on about thirty minutes ago.

"You're just being very obvious!", he chuckled, taking a small video to show Charles later on and probably tease you for years to come.

"You might have been wag of the year, but I get all of that to myself", you pointed to your boyfriend as he walked out of the water and up to you.

"Are you two talking about me?", Charles asked when he was close enough, seeing you mark the page properly and setting the book by your tote bag before opening your arms wide, "Come here, handsome", you beckoned him with your hands.

"She's been oggling you for a bit, I'm surprised you didn't feel the weight of her looks while you were swimming", Joris mentioned.

Charles grabbed his towell to dry off a little bit before laying on top of you, "I'm not squishing you?", he asked before he rolled you both to the side, "you look really good, amour, like, really really good", you kissed his neck, softly nipping at the skin and earning hums. Joris pretended to vomit.

"Don't worry about your wag of the year - he's just sour that he only has a trophy", you smiled, hiding your face in his neck and enjoying how his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[quitealotofsodapop]

So I’ve seen your many wonderful posts on your worldbuilding with demon courtnapping customs (love those), but I do remember you mentioning in the post where Shadowpeach accidentally reverse-courtnaps each other that Macaque prior to then only knew about Celestial courting customs.

I’m curious about how Celestial customs compare/contrast with demon courtnapping. Is it similar to mortal ancient traditional Chinese customs and practices, or are their dissimilar components that have it stand apart?

OG Courtnapping lore post.

Since the Celestial Realm in mythology and Jttw is meant to be a critique/romanticism of Imperial China - I can imagine that their traditional courting practices are very different from demons on Earth/in the Underworld.

When the celestial court became more and more professional (i.e emotionless and human-like), open expressions of affection became less acceptable in public settings. Such expressions can be seen as "lewd" or "bold" in the eyes of the godly bureaucrats and cupbearers.

A typical celestial courting may include:

Requests to go on walks together.

Sharing food, especially fruit.

Serenading/Playing instruments for one another.

Poetry; written or recited.

Asking your respect family for permission to court.

Hot springs/baths (for steamier dates. lots of Chinese mythos art uses bathing as a stand-in for sexual activity between couples). Note: may cause miscommunication between celestials and their demon/dragon companions since chilling in the baths or springs with your homies isn't seen as a big deal in demon or dragon culture.

Not to mention in terms of marriage; Celestials (at least pre-modern times) most likely performed arrange marriages that were more business deals between the parents rather than romantic partnerships between couples.

Arrangements are likely a rarity outside lesser noble families though; considering that the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother themselves are a love pairing without any concubines or mistresses. I hc that Mortal practices sorta seeped into Celestial and Underworld culture over the centuries (possibly due to mortal humans becoming Xian/Demons in their own right), and with the modern day those very same traditional practices have fallen out of favour.

I do remember an adaptation of Lotus Lantern (Prelude to the Lotus Lantern) where Erlang was arrange-married to Ao Cunxin (older sister of Ao Lie), only for them to divorce many years later. And even then there seemed to be romantic attraction on both sides prior to the marriage.

Hilariously this implies that theres a need for a royal arranged marriage between the Celestial and Dragon royal families. Something to keep the peace.

(Nezha/Ao Bing, or Dragonfruit Swan Princess au when?)

For same-sex couples; they may make their attraction/relationship status known through "sworn brotherhood". While normally sworn brotherhood is purely platonic; the term is used in antiquity to describe homosexual relationships in a time before it was more widely accepted. Therefore a prospective couple may declare themselves sworn brethren, while also using the same contract to declare themselves legally married (with a witness or two to confirm). Theres a lot of jokes in Chinese media where Erlang asks Wukong to be his "sworn brother" (as they are in Jttw) which Wukong misreads as a marriage proposal since they're both guys. (Jiankong shippers be using this trope for centuries)

(note to self; make joke in Hib au where Dasheng and Erlang are technically married by way of sworn brotherhood contract.)

Whereas demons could announce their love from the highest mountain and carry their beloved away to a date without much of a wink from their peers - a celestial would feel scandalized for a mere hand-holding!

Macaque, being raised closer to celestials, was quick to assume many of Wukong's gestures towards him were purely platonic - no matter how much every half-bitten peach or warm hug made him blush as if it were a marriage proposal.

Wukong is often seen as a dense guy when it comes to romance, and part of that is because demons are notoriously blunt with their emotions. If Macaque hadn't outright confessed his feelings for Wukong, the Monkey King would have assumed he was just being shy. This ofc causes a lot of arguments between monkeys considering Macaque forgets that not everyone has lie-detecting ears, and Wukong often doesn't understand people's intentions or feelings if they are not made clear to him. Thankfully this gets better later on with a lot of couple's counselling.

So yeah, there can be a lot of funny clashes between the different groups of characters depending on if they were raised with modern human, demonic, or celestial courting cultures. XD

[pallisia]

i had my first soulsov dream. chapter 3 released and ysme and loic were touring my country, she commanded him to push some london orphans into a fiery chasm as a godly sacrifice and i sent a long ask saying 'i'm really sorry but this is where i have to dip out of the contract for my wellbeing, i can't do it anymore.'

that's awesome

[boyinatown]

Hello, could I request a scenario of Samuel with a reader who is stoic but very gentle and obssessed with playing violin?

I'd love to see the scenario applied to Gun and Goo but just Samuel would have me praising your godly writing skills.

Have a nice day!

MUSIC TO HIS EARS

Warnings - none

Pairing - Samuel , Gun & Goo x GN! Reader

A/n: Sorry if this wasn’t good, I’ve had some tough weeks lately. All the requests will be done, just a slow process. Thanks for requesting. 🍁

SAMUEL SEO

The first time Samuel met you was when you walked into his broadcasting studio, signing a contract to be a live violin player for your fans. You were a well known musician, not to mention : very attractive. He knew he couldn’t let you go, thus making you his with or without a contract involved

It was a late night the one time you chose to play outside for people passing by as a side gig near a restaurant to set a theme attracting customers to walk in and gaze upon your figure holding your violin, strumming the strings with your violin bow closing your eyes to focus. Seeing small pop up melody’s in your vision, after you slowly lower your bow the audience claps some putting money in your box.

Bowing at them you recognize a figure , a huge one at that between the crowd: your boyfriend. His small cloud of smoke coming closer forming a path behind him the smell marking the sky that once was scented as rainy. He held out his hand to help you off the stage stepping off you can’t help a small smile creeping upon your face.

‘ You’ve done it again, caught my heart, thief. ‘

‘ oh wow, charming. ‘ You teased him making his chest go up and down along with his signature laugh, the one you’d recognize from a million.

The one melody that you quite like, a lot at that.

JONGGUN PARK

Never in his life did the villain in everyone’s eyes, fall for a Angel with the hands that controlled his heartbeat with just a gentle strum on their violin. Seems like this angry storm had been calmed by the sun, once and for all.

‘ You were awesome again up there, no idea how you do it.. ‘ large hands with some scars for accessory massaging your smaller ones without even a speck of one. Finger carrying a diamond ring, one that showed you were his and he was yours. Jonggun park, the fearsome man who walked the streets of Korea to cause chaos and trouble now in-front of you kissing your delicate palms.

‘ I appreciate you Gun, Really…but these gifts…don’t you think their too-‘

‘Too?’ He asked urging you to finish your sentence, looking through his lashes at you pouting knowing you hated it when he spent a lot of money on you after your shows. In your vip room to take a small break before being occupied by interviewers and your attention being taken somewhere else then him. It bothered him, so these gifts were a small “ negotiation” for you to ditch them and spend time with him instead.

It was funny, some thought Gun was the one who wore the pants in the relationship. If only they knew how you’ve got him in the palm of your hands, your delicate hands.

The same hand he once kissed again, just now, with love.

JONGGOO KIM

Music was always your escape from the harsh reality you lived in, it was a small distraction really. It helped you also forget your very extroverted boyfriend who always demanded you to either play games with him or go outside to just “mess around” lucky for you, even music manages to tame a walking tornado like him.

You were in your room seated onto comfortable sheets and blankets surrounded by huge plushies and pillows. Laptop near you along with some sheets of paper where you noted important stuff for your small song. Everything was going so well, almost if it weren’t for your —

‘ babeeeee…c’mon you’ve been doin’ this for HOURS. Take a break, hey look a’ me! Just one minute! Can we please just talkkk..’ Goo Kim, the most loud & energetic person you’ve met, your boyfriend hanging onto your waist with his arm face on your back laying on his stomach beside you.

If you didn’t love him, you’d had kicked him out of your shared room and left him to stand in a corner as a form of time-out. Sighing you start playing your violin ignoring his whines and annoying noises that formed out of his mouth. Losing yourself to the focus you almost, just almost didn’t notice the way his grip loosened on your waist falling onto the bed.

Soon enough, snores were the only sound you could hear with your soft playing that faltered into being put to a stop, looking over your shoulder you see your beloved asleep holding onto a plushie he grabbed. He looked peaceful and at ease, you place your stuff aside resting your hand onto his head massaging through his blonde locks making him shift in his sleep and smile.

At lass , the tornado had came to an end, and you had been hypnotized by sleeping next to him.

[arsonlookers]

Rambles about Height

Has anyone of you search or know that Childe is taller than Aventurine!?

Childe 5'11" / 182cm

Aventurine 5'6" / 171 cm

Is this accurate? please someone tell me!! 🥺 

I mean just imagine Yan! Idol! Childe mocking Yan! idol! Aventurine because of his height the two of them would start to bicker in front of you [their shared manager] then Childe tells you reasons to drop your contract with adventurine as his manager. just to make you his and his alone after all he dont like to share what is his to anyone.

And then Yan! Aventurine will plead with you not to listen to childe, [imagine his begging damnnn!! Im down baddd] if you are taller he likes that and promise he does not feel insecure at all he even likes it when you just looks down on him and he is in the level of you boobs!!

he is a sucker for them I tell you! Though he would still act the same smug and confident aven you know. But if you are shorter than him please~ he likes it too! like he can hug you and cage you in his arms?! like it is also bliss whenever he hugs you he can always smell your shampoo and hug you tightly as he roams his hands everywhere in your back and then puts his hands on your hair sometimes teasing you as he grabs your hair tightly just to get something out of you. [and if you moan just a little it's game over for him~] [he will explore everywhere honey no exceptions]

And Yan! Childe, If you are taller or shorter he doesn't care after all he loves it if you sit on his lap face and he is a thigh man FOR ME AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND!! Yan! Childe loves it when he just keeps his hands on your thigh and keeps it warm since his hands are pretty much always are cold, depends on the weather.

Imagine both yan! idol! in the same van with you their beloved manager in cold and unforgiving weather and stuck in traffic for some godly reason. what do you think will happen since yan! aven loves your upper and yan! childe loves you lower hmm~

THEY REALLY DONT CARE IF YOU ARE TALLER OR SHORTER SINCE HEIGHT DOESNT MATTER for this guys~

And I really imagine them as both Fox you know~ like having them as pets who waits for their master is just sooo addicting concept!!!

They would not surely not get along at first but if their lovely manager talks and gets interested on someone that is not them then be sure to have your punishment when you get home~

They both would surely have their positions at hand. if you know what I mean~

Dont stop feeding me!!

pleaseee 😩

one last before I dissapear for like 2 weeks for my monthly Exam🥺 

Need my number sir? I mean Im free~

DAMNED THE EXAM!! I DONT CARE ANYMORE THESE GUYS ARE JUST KEEPS ROTTING IN MY BRAIN!

I will not be shocked if I would end up answering each damn exam questions with their names 😩

ART IS NOT MINE!! -from pinterest

artist: @Stars4993 on twt

[roman-golden-68]

Diablo Rojo

(( Story of mine involving @polo-drone-009 going Latin through some good ol' shoes~ Hercules rummages through his shared dorm with his favorite lil beta-bro Roman. He is looking for where he left his favorite pair of golden briefs, yet he grows further irritated when he struggles to find them. He huffs, his muscles rubbing against each other as he searches around the golden closet, fully becoming his after he took over the dorm of him and his beta-bro's dorm.

However, in his search, he comes across something rather unexpected. It is his favorite pair of golden sneakers, and yet what surprises him is that it has a new red influence. He can only tilt his head, his hair swishing to the side as he picks up the sneakers.

However, he knows that the sneakers are his as the musky foot smell deficiently belongs to him! However, he wonders to himself, convinced that there is only one way to ensure that the shoes truly belong to him. He casually and uncaringly kicks off his shoes, and as if "his" sneakers are a glove, they roll right onto his feet. He flexes his shoes and grins, feeling the shoes hugging his musky feet. However, a few moments after he puts on the shoes, he feels odd. His body begins to heat up, as if gaining a fever with no illness present. He leans against a wall, the clothes becoming a tangled mess as he can't help but release a moan as a lightning strike of pleasure shoots up from his feet, up his spine, and straight to his brain. He groans in sudden pleasure as he immediately feels himself growing aroused, going full mast within a few throbs. His double-digit golden rod throbbing as it already spills a pearly white pearl of liquid. He grunts as he suddenly finds himself unable to move- as if the pleasure has paralyzed him.

He only watches with a pounding heart and sweating forehead as he watches his skin begin to dark as his muscle fibers tighten. He feels his dense coils of muscles contract before expanding. He grunts as his body rapidly expands and grows. His biceps tear and repair simultaneously as his pecs expand before his very gaze. His abdomen hardens, any fat cell instantly evaporating before a muscle cell replaces it. Overall, his entire body explodes with painful pleasure, growing to sizes of alpha male proportion, virtually godly. After all this, he inspects him, in his new form- yet he could feel his skin still heated, his brain still fuzzy, and his testosterone and endorphins flooding through his blood. Whatever the shoes are doing to him is not done yet~

He can only watch in newfound fascination as his skin begins to darken, soon going tan and calloused, his white DNA cells being replaced with the DNA of a Latino alpha male. His Caucasian cells are destroyed and replaced by Latino cells, his skin darkening, his hair darkening, his muscles tightening. After many heartbeats, gone is his Caucasian ethnicity, thoroughly and roughly fucked and replaced by his new Latino cells.

And yet the changes haven't even changed, for his skin erupts with a plague of black ink, tattoos of various meanings sprouting across his skin, and yet this only heightens his pleasure. He can only find himself grunting in satisfaction as his new skin and body art provide enhanced latino masculinity to his alpha form.

Finally, the best is for last. He groans as his head suddenly feels tight, as if someone is throwing a rubber band around his head and tightening it. He groans as he feels his now Latino orbs, now filled with Latino goo, begin to grow heavier as his head begins to feel lighter. He feels thoughts of intelligence... and his Caucasian heritage.... and his English... being drained straight to the source of his Latino alphaness. The majority of his English and intelligence, and all of his Caucasian heritage, is churned and deleted inside his Latino nuts. Yet, he can only moan as he now rambles between Spanish, brief periods of good English, and frequent periods of broken English with Spanish gaps. All of his English DNA deleted!

And an explosion of his weak English and Caucasian remains into his golden clothes, gone is the old Hercules. The new and improved Hércules triumphant over the remains. His face goes flat, full of confidence and dominance, as he awaits his macho beta- for he needs to assert his superioridad over his débil Blanco macho-beta. Para poner al hombre blanco en su lugar~

[boothillssugarmomma]

Distraction~

(Morax x Fem!Reader)

cw-: very suggestive, slight bit of nudity, sickeningly sweet loving Morax

🎀 authorsnote: Morax is seriously such a great guy in my head...

please don't steal my work!

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The archon war was raging around Teyvat, countless died and many lands were cursed. Yet here you were, playing with the harbor waters, seeing as you were the Goddess of the Tide, and the wife of the God of Contracts, you didn't have a reason or care to be a part of the war

You had a hook in Morax, the way you smiled made him falter, your laugh, your eyes. Everything about you.

Morax was frustrated, stressed over this war. He was running thin with patience. But on this particular day, it was the fact that he rarely saw his wife anymore due to this ridiculous war.

As you lounge around playing with the top of the water he finds himself seeking you out, he has asked many where you were and many told him. "Wow visiting the ocean, love? Been a bit..." He smiles softly. You shake your head.

"Didn't see the point of not taking advantage of this beautiful day~" You smile over your shoulder.

"The day could never be as beautiful as you..." He nudges you with his elbow.

"You flatter me my dear..." You nudge him back. "You look amazing today too my love." You smile softly.

"Now YOU'RE flattering me too much...it's not fair." He sighs dramatically as he tickles your waist.

"I feel like it's a little fair~" You tease as you lean your head on his shoulder.

Morax smiles softly and chuckles as he places his arm around your waist. "Well...if you keep this up, things may get out of hand..." He teases, brushing strands of hair behind your ear.

"And what would that mean my beloved?" You smirk softly

The words 'my beloved' sent shivers down Morax's spine. He could feel your eyes on him, a seductive look to them. The hand that was pushing your hair back immediately moved downward to your hand, locking your fingers. He squeezed them ever so gently. "Why, it'd mean you want a... different... sort of out of hand~"

"Morax you naughty god~" You smirk as you nudge his hip with yours.

"And can you blame me?" Morax teases as he lowers his head to your neck, his hot breath against it. His hand still wrapped around your waist, he moved it farther down to grip the side of your ass. "I mean...look at you my love..."

He narrows his eyes softly as heat rises to your cheeks. "Morax..." You smirk as he takes my hand and starts to lead you away from the harbor.

"Tsk, you can't deny it~" He clicks his tongue as he turns to you, he takes his hand and grabs your chin softly. "Now...should we go somewhere a little more...private?" Morax leans in to whisper in your ear with a breathy voice.

"Morax you're such a tease~" You smirk as you stick your tongue out a bit.

"Me? A tease? Noo...~" Morax smirks with a teasing tone as he takes your hand and places it on his chest. "All I'm doing right now...is feeling your desire for me...~" His fingers let go of your chin, instead going to your lowered arm, trailing lines on your skin stopping at your wrist. His gaze wanders upwards from your chest, to your neck, and finally your lips.

Your husband leans in, his hand tangling in your hair as he kisses you softly. His other hand drops to your hip. He moves you into his hand, his arm pressing you closer to his chest. He smiles gently as your lips meet, his hand on your hip moving to trail lines on your spine. His grip tightens slightly as he takes you in, in every possible way.

You pull away after a minute, a small string of saliva keeping you two connected. "Y-You should probably get back to your...godly duties?" You whisper as you blush.

The string of saliva-a small yet bold gesture. Morax couldn't help but smirk as you pulled away slightly, bodies still pressed together. He lets go of your hand and tucks the hair he had tucked before behind your ear again. "I do, but then again, why can't I enjoy this moment with you?" He whispers as he cups your face with his hands.

"Well...alright then~" You smirk as he takes his hands off your face and begins to walk.

You follow close behind as you walk through the harbor. All the way back to your shared temple.

As you climb the stairs to the temple the sun starts to set. "Honey look..." You whisper. He turns to see the sunset.

"Still not as beautiful as you~" Morax teases as he kisses the top of your head, leading you into the temple and promptly shutting the door behind you.

Immediately he's on you, hands on your waist and lips against your neck, leaving small marks with nibbles and kisses. "Archons you taste amazing my dear..." He groans into your neck softly.

"Oh you're going to taste more than that~" You smirk with sultry eyes.

"Is that a promise?" He whispers as his mouth trails down to your collarbone, leaving small bites. His hand goes up into your hair, stroking it softly.

"Oh it's a guarantee..." You assure him, you both start to stumble back to your shared room, clothes being taken off and strewn on the temple floor.

As you step into the room he hungrily whispers in your ear with a breath. "As the Fontanian's say...'bon appetite'~" Morax gently tosses you on the bed, you let out a small squeak with a huge blush on your face.

He climbs on top of you, gentle to not place his weight on you. His fingers trail up your sides, gripping your body tightly. Another squeak from you, and a small smirk from him.

"I love you..." You whisper as he kisses your forehead softly.

He freezes. His breathing stops for a second as you whisper his favorite words. He blushes as he feels something poke into your thigh. Morax gazes into your eyes, he's speechless even after all the times you both have exchanged those exact words. He smiles slightly as he kisses you gently. "I love you too..."

You lean in to kiss him again, gentle and soft at first, but it changes into a hot and heavy situation.

His tongue meets yours as he moves your arms above your head, pinning you down to the bed. The kiss heats up at a feverish pace as he moves to kiss the length of your neck. One hand moves to your hip, gripping it, as the other stays holding your arms. Morax then moves back up, his breath heavy, his soft lips tracing your jawline. A small whimper escapes your lips as his hands grip your hips lightly.

"Who am I?" You smirk.

"You are mine." He murmurs as his lips press on your neck again, he grips your hips firmly now, one hand slowly tracing circles on your thigh. He grins as he feels you shiver. "And I am yours."

"And what are we together?" You smirk as you groan softly.

"We're together...for eternity...per our contract...not that that's why I'm with you my dear~" He smirks, his hand trailing up to your chest, cupping your breast, his fingers press lightly into the skin. And he doesn't look like he's planning to let go anytime soon.

"Good boy~" You smirk as you lean up to meet his lips.

Skip to after cuz I was too lazy to write 18+

You both fall back exhausted. Morax's deep breathing echoes around the room. Sweat glistens off his forehead and chest as he wipes it off with a nearby blanket. "Honey...I just washed that." You sigh and laugh. He smiles softly.

"I'll wash it after my love...promise." He lays his head on your chest and lets you mess with his hair. He nuzzles into your chest as you brush his hair with your fingers, his arms wrapping around your waist loosely.

"Did I distract you?" You smile gently. "Even a little bit?"

"More than just a little bit I'm afraid..." Morax smirks before tickling your sides, smiling at your giggles. "I like this distraction~"

"Well I'll be sure to 'distract' you daily now." You giggle softly as his neck snaps up at you.

"Daily you say?" His voice lowers, he chuckles quietly. "And why am I only getting this daily 'distraction' now?" He whines playfully.

"You didn't have to worry about a war before..." You smile gently.

"True..." He sighs and smiles, his free hand moving down to grab your jaw. "And I suppose we can make sure I'm as distracted as possible, yes?" Morax whispers, his grin growing wider.

You laugh softly and nod. "Always my love..."

The way you whisper those words 'my love' so casually makes his heart twist and his face heat up. "I-I'm afraid I'm not letting you out of this bed tonight..." He smirks.

"Oh?" You giggle. "And why's that?"

Morax runs his hands down to your waist, squeezing it. His grin grows as his breath falls heavier. "Because I'm afraid that I might need another 'distraction'~"

🎀End🎀

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Can you do wanderer/scaramouche or xiao x reader who is an animal archon!

Literally animals will be following reader EVERYWHERE and all of the animals trust her!

It's ok if you don't do it Ofc❤

Aaa my first ask! I've never written characterization for Scara before but I'll see what I can do :D

Scenario: You're the animal archon, constantly being followed by animals

Characters: Xiao, the Wanderer

Content: Fluff, Reader's gender isn't specified

Xiao:

Would keep his distance at first. Very worried that his karmic debt would hurt them

I always hc'ed Xiao to have bird-like traits or behaviors so I feel like he'd be subconsciously drawn to you as well

Either because he feels safe around you (the reason why most small animals seem to seek you out) or because he feels a need to protect you (the reason why larger animals gravitate toward you). His bird instincts and his warrior instincts contradict but either way he'd feel a pull towards you

Since you're an archon that means you're powerful enough to resist and maybe even counter his corruption (think like Venti playing music and the sound stopping Xiao from losing his mind).

Take him by the hand and reassure him that it's going to be okay, that you're not going to let the corruption affect any of the animals, that he's safe and welcome here.

The dogs and boars will look at the yaksha warily. It's not their fault -- they can sense the corruption and instinctively feel uneasy. Reassure them and they'll trust your judgement

He would watch in quiet fascination as a small finch approaches, allowing you to scoop it up in your nurturing hands

He'd freeze up as you reach out for his hand but he trusts you, letting you coax the little bird into his gloved hands

He would remain deathly still, not wanting to disturb the creature as it nestles against the worn leather of his gloves, fluffing up its feathers in satisfaction

Every once in a while on your travels, you'll be visited by a suspiciously familiar teal colored bird. It doesn't sing or chirp like the other birds. Instead, it sits itself in a nearby perch, as if watching over you and your animal friends almost protectively like you were its own flock

You sense its adeptal energy but you don't say anything about it

Sometimes you can coax it to come closer, though it always tries to keep some distance from the other animals for some reason.

Due to your status and powers as an archon, very few monsters ever approach close enough to bother you to begin with but whenever the teal finch is in the vicinity, it's like there aren't any monsters in sight. Almost as if its presence was repelling them...

Wanderer:

Wait. You're an archon? Yikes

Jk if this is Hat Guy and not the Balladeer, he probably doesn't care (or isn't AS bothered) that you're a godly entity. Besides, if he causes trouble, Aunt Buer will make him apologize anyway...

The first time you arrive in Sumeru (It's been a couple hundred years since you visited due to trying to avoid the bouts of Withering caused by the Cataclysm. You didn't want animals following you there and getting sick) you see a small little creature with a :] face approaching you. Well, at first you don't identify what it is because it's covered by what looks like a big hat

it places the hat in front of you and makes a bouncing motion, as if in greeting

Not long after the little creature sets down its "offering" to you, you hear footsteps that give way to the arrival of a very angry looking puppet.

The rishboland tigers laying down beside you give a small warning growl and the little shroomboars huddle behind you for protection from this new person.

At first he thinks you're just a mortal and asks what the tell you think you're doing sitting out in the wilderness contracting diseases from wild animals (which earns another growl from the rishboland tiger that was enjoying a nice nap resting its head in your lap)

But then he'd sense that you're an archon and give you a look but not say anything

You'd have to convince the Aranara (or the "forest gremlin", as the Wanderer put it) to return the hat back to him

"Is this your friend?" You ask, amused, after coaxing the fairy-like creature to release the hat.

"Hardly." The Wanderer crosses his arms, eyes flashing with contempt. "Little menace follows me around constantly. The whole lot of them do. And they just... watch."

"It's been a while since I've interacted with one," you think out loud, coaxing the shroomboars to come out of hiding. "But from what I remember, Aranara normally only ever show themselves around small children. They must see something in you that makes them trust you."

"..."

For a moment, the crease in the Wanderer's forehead disappears. An unreadable expression crosses his face as if he were contemplating your words, but as soon as the expression appeared it was gone.

He grit his teeth and let out a dry laugh, as if deciding to disregard your words.

Alternate version for Scaramouche's part:

Being the animal archon, you can sense things in living beings.

Specifically, when they're not actually living beings.

Living things had a pulse. They breathed. They strained when put under stress but healed and kept living.

Ruin Guards have a constant creaking sound whenever they move, artificially propelled by magic that had stopped being practiced before even you manifested into the world. Maybe your predecessor would have seen it, understood it. The clockwork meka in Fontaine give off a metronomic clicking sound, keeping time through their walk cycles and other pre-programmed movements.

Sure, these things are animated, but it would be a stretch to call them alive.

When you first met the Wanderer, you didn't sense a pulse, nor did you hear that telltale clicking of gears and wires. He wasn't quite alive, but too elaborate to come across as an artificial imitation.

Maybe, after knowing each other for a looong time, Wanderer will disclose his past to you. How he isn't a god nor a human.

The two of you are sitting in a clearing, you followed by animals, him followed by Aranara.

"Well... Even if you're not the same species as a human..." You say after thinking for a long while, "I still consider you to be a person."

His eyes widen ever so slightly as he listens to you.

"You have the capacity to think and feel and want, just like anyone else. To me, that makes you just as alive as any human, even if you don't share some of the physical traits."

With the way he described his past, such a human reaction to pain and betrayal, the only thing that seemed to set him apart was the godly ability he inherited.

He'd consider your words in silence, not offering a response, but for a moment you swore you heard a heartbeat.

A/N: I was mostly just throwing things at the wall and seeing if it worked for this one. Idk how to write Scaramouche I'm sorry asdfjkl

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Knotting (Zhongli | Morax)

TAGS: Zhongli/F!Reader, breeding, knotting, cave sex, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

“Pretty little mate...gonna give me gorgeous hatchlings…”

Morax releases a purr as his larger masculine form pins you down on your nest, the cold cave floor decorated with a myriad of the finest furs and silks to prevent your precious skin from being scratched or even dirtied.

Secluded in a cave deep within one of the many mountains in Liyue, the former geo archon had you all to himself. He made sure to stock up on all the necessities, unwilling to make you feel even an ounce of discomfort once he’d whisked you away to your shared nest that he painstakingly decorated for you.

Though retired from his previous godly duties, there is no way he will allow his most precious gem, the jewel in his palm, his one and only beloved to be wronged. He is a god of war, a god of contracts, but also a god of commerce.

To not allow his own mate to experience the comforts that came with his titles and wealth is disrespect towards himself and most importantly you.

That is why piles of mora, gems, antiques, and other priceless treasures littered the expansive cavern, glittering like the amber that grew upon the stone walls and lit up the area in different shades of gold and even cor lapis.

However, the finery presented to your eyes are the last thing on your mind as your husband plows into you from behind like a man possessed with only the need to fuck your cunt open until even your womb takes the shape of his cock.

You could only do your best to keep your lower half upright, feeling each harsh smack of Zhongli’s pelvis against your plush derriere whenever he bottoms out, the tip of his girthy length knocking at the entrance to your baby-making chamber. Every ridge, every prominent vein upon his half-transformed cock scraped at your moist spongy walls, coaxing only the most pathetic and yet adorable moans and whimpers from you especially when he repeatedly hit that special spot inside of you.

At least, Morax thought that they were the loveliest sounds he’d heard during his millennia of existence.

However, the choked moan you emit once the fat knot at the base of his imposing member slipped inside your tight walls is his absolute favorite. Despite how much smaller you were normally and even more so once he’d transformed into his more primal form, the fact that you’re able to take ALL of him from tip to base including his knot…

“Perfect mate...you’re gonna be so round, soft, and warm with our brood once my seed takes…”

[reine-du-sourire]

You know Sebas had to have some big contracts in Egypt at the time cats were worshipped like gods themselves~

Oh, he absolutely did!

It's a good thing mortal wealth is of no object to him; he knows full well that cats have no godly status, but the amount he spent on golden collars for his beloved pets...