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a comprehensive list of scenarios

feel free to combine multiple prompts or add  “ + reverse ”  to switch roles !   for reference, the one sending in the prompt is the one committing the action.

1.  GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. 2.  STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. 3.  MEDIC :  for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured. 4.  SURPRISE :  for one muse to come home and find the other already inside. 5.  TRIP :  for both muses to road trip or travel together. 6.  BABYSIT :  for one muse to help the other home while they’re drunk. 7.  INSOMNIA :  for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. 8.  AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy. 9.  DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party. 10.  STRANDED :  for one muse to help the other who’s stranded on the road. 11.  SERVICE :  for one muse to cover the cost of something for the other. 12.  SAFEGUARD :  for one muse to save the other from being hit by a vehicle or from some other life-threatening event. 13.  DAZE :  for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them. 14.  STOWAWAY :  for one muse to find the other hiding on the same ship. 15.  TAXI :  for both muses to share the same taxi ride. 16.  MAKEOVER :  for one muse to help the other with a new outfit or hairstyle. 17.  LIFEGUARD :  for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. 18.  DISASTER :  for both muses to work together to escape a fire, flood, or other disaster. 19.  TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport. 20.  SPRAIN :  for one muse to carry the other after spraining their ankle. 21.  EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. 22.  QUEST :  for one muse to help the other with a task in exchange for compensation. 23.  SOOTHE :  for one muse to calm the other during a panic attack. 24.  RECOVER :  for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging. 25.  UMBRELLA :  for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day. 26.  HEAL :  for one muse to nurse the other back to health from a sickness or injury. 27.  NIGHTMARE :  for one muse to comfort the other after a nightmare. 28.  REUNION :  for one muse to run into the other again after a long time. 29.  PRIZE :  for one muse to win the other a prize at a carnival. 30.  NUDE :  for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. 31.  BED :  for both muses to wake in the same bed, naked or fully clothed. 32.  TRAIL :  for one muse to notice the other has been following them. 33.  EVADE :  for one muse to pull the other into an alleyway to escape their pursuer. 34.  THIEF :  for one muse to confront the other after having something stolen by them. 35.  CAUGHT :  for one muse to walk in on the other singing / dancing. 36.  FESTIVE :  for both muses to decorate for a special occasion. 37.  PRESENT :  for one muse to give the other a  (birthday)  gift. 38.  WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other. 39.  CAPTIVE :  for one muse to hold the other against their will. 40.  SNAP :  for one muse to yell at or push the other out of frustration. 41.  SLEEPOVER :  for one muse to stay the night at the other’s place. 42.  TRESPASS :  for one muse to trespass on the other’s property. 43.  BREAK-IN :  for one muse to discover the other robbing their place. 44.  MERCY :  for both muses to come across an injured animal. 45.  UNKNOWN :  for both muses to wake and find themselves in a strange place. 46.  ACCOMPLICE :  for one muse to assist the other at the scene of a crime. 47.  ASTRAY :  for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. 48.  RELAX :  for both muses to share a hot tub or hot spring. 49.  MUSE :  for one muse to model for the other’s art project. 50.  ACCOMPANY :  for one muse to give the other an extra ticket to an event. 51.  SALVAGE :  for one muse to retrieve the other’s belongings from a thief. 52.  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together. 53.  CEMETERY :  for one muse to find the other at a gravestone. 54.  REFUGE :  for one muse to shelter the other from enemies. 55.  ARRANGED :  for both muses to date or marry out of convenience. 56.  FAVOR :  for one muse to owe the other a favor. 57.  VACATION :  for both muses to book the same hotel on vacation. 58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants. 59.  CATCH :  for one muse to return the other’s pet that escaped. 60.  RESTRICTED :  for both muses to sneak into someplace they’re not supposed to be.

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In some ways music is a language like any other, an expression of the parts of one's soul that cannot be encapsulated by words or gestures, and as such more powerful a force than some might think. It has always been a part of Barbatos' life, long before his rise as one of the Seven; a part of the very fabric the world is made of. The winds have songs of their own only few can understand, as do the waves on the sea that hugs the shore and the rocks and stones that rise to mountains and castles alike.

Barbatos hears them all and sings along, listens to the tales they tell and picks from them what suits his lyre and flute. As whimsical as it seemed that the one he tied himself to was a bard, in retrospect it was as natural as the love of a flower for the sun. They spoke the same language and when he sang, Barbatos would listen. Listen and feel.. not unlike the way Alatus is listening to him these days.

Where words and touches fail, music prevails. It soothes and heals his tormented soul, cleanses his qi and shields him from the ever-present miasma that festers from the edges of the shrinking battlefield that is Alatus' existence. It's all Barbatos can give him, bar his company and time, but a mere fraction of what he wants to give. He's become a constant thought in Barbatos' consciousness, an anchor to something that lies outside the lands of freedom - an excuse for a selfishness an archon should not display.

It tickles the part of him that never meant to rule and refuses to do so until this day. Though an archon he may be in title and tales, deep down he's still a wisp in the wind, carried by the whims of fate and his own heart. Like so often these days it guides him to the border of his domain, along which he likes to sit to make sure his melodies carry over the hills and mountains to reach the one he wishes them to hear. Today, however, he is joined by an unexpected audience.

Such a contrast to Morax in most aspects of her being, Haagentus is by no means unwelcome company. Though he did not anticipate to be greeted by her here, he never shies from an audience of any kind, happy to share his ballads and songs with whoever is willing to hear them. Her words make his heart sing, a wave of affection for Alatus tugging at his core like nimble fingers plucking the strings of a lyre. It's new to him too, this connection between them, but more precious, already, than any treasure on earth or in Celestia.

"For a bottle of Liyue's finest I'll play you any song you like, fair Lady- or perhaps a fruit from the apple trees that are rumored to grow between the peaks that scrape the clouds?" Venti chuckles. "As a symbol of old friendships." Of course there could be an exchange of an entire orchard and it wouldn't stop Morax and him from disagreeing over this and that. Despite his request Venti raises the flute to his lips a moment after and plays a few notes. What starts off as the melody he's played for Xiao takes a turn when the first breeze grips Venti's hair and clothes, tugging gently at Guizhong's robe as well. It grows merrier, hopeful with a hint of playfulness, like the gust of wind that picks the most beautiful leaf from the ground to make it dance through the air.

Up and up it goes, twirling to display its red and gold dress, like a youthful beauty on her wedding day. Never missing a step of the choreography only the wind and the bard's flute know, it draws its circles around the lovely goddess, eventually sailing peacefully into her lap when the sound of the flute ends.

"I don't have a name for it yet - would you help me choose one?"

The air between them rested in such quiet reverence, at least for this small fragment in time. And she'd smiled at how much he'd differed; not just from Morax — ah, those two could not be more of different minds even if they tried with all their might — but from Xiao himself. In that alone, Barbatos had already been a wonder to behold. But in truth, the peace held within this quietude between them already bore all the more difference, it was warm as if it were the sun's embrace itself, comforting fears that she, in this age's time, no longer held. Or perhaps, she'd let go of them only here, at his undue behest; she no longer knew, or rather, hardly remembered. Was this what he, too, felt in his presence, or even a whisper of it, of this concept that she was never able to have him know, feel, or even believe? Tranquility, how she'd always so craved for Xiao to understand its existence.

Eyes of grey settled on the flute then, and it was ever so inquisitive, as if subjecting it to certain playful scrutiny. For how could an instrument bear such divine capabilities? "I do not believe Xiao to have ever spoken of even a semblance of peace in his life before now." And so she knew the request would come unbidden and as such, would be subjected to likely refusal. But who was she, if not one to defy the laws of boundaries, especially if presented with a kind smile, one with an eagerness reminiscent of a child's unbridled curiosity. "Might I ask you to play it for me, Barbatos?"

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Intoxicated starters

"You know what? I've had a few too many."

"Everything feels like it's spinning!"

"Maybe it's time for some water and some fresh air."

"I'm feeling invincible right now! I can conquer the world!"

"You're my best friend, you know that? Like, the best person in the entire universe!"

"I appreciate the sentiment, but let's remember it's the tequila talking."

"I love you, man! I mean, seriously, you're the greatest!"

"I have this sudden urge to dance!"

"You know what's amazing? Pizza. It's like a miracle in every bite."

"Pizza is the hero we need, especially in moments like this."

"I have a confession to make. I've always secretly wanted to ride a dinosaur!"

"I'm telling you, I'm the funniest person in the world right now. I should be a stand-up comedian!"

"You're like, the most amazing person I've ever met. I'm so lucky to have you in my life!"

"Let's have this conversation when we're both in a more coherent state."

"Why is the room spinning? It's like a carnival ride in here!"

"I just had a brilliant idea! Let's start a band! I'll be the lead singer, and you can play the guitar!"

"I'm feeling all the emotions right now. It's like a rollercoaster ride!"

"You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Seriously, you're like an angel."

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"YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON I CAN TURN TO" PROMPTS *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i'm sorry if this is a bad time, but i need your help.

this is a matter of life and death.

trust me, if i could go to someone else, i would.

i know you don't owe me a thing, but i'm desperate.

this is the last time i ask you for help. i promise.

please don't make me do this by myself.

you're the only one who knows how to do this.

all right, all right, i'm sorry! now will you help me?

i didn't know who else to turn to.

this was the last place i wanted to go.

you know what i'm dealing with. you have all the answers.

please. this is worse than i imagined and i need your help.

you promised them you'd help me.

can we put our feelings aside? i really need your help.

i won't ever ask you for help ever again.

would you just listen to me for two seconds?

i'll explain everything. please come back inside.

i hate this just as much as you do.

i ran out of options.

i don't know how else to ask you.

you're the only person who will listen to me.

you've got to help me out with this.

this is my last chance.

just help me with this, and i'll be out of your hair for good.

i wouldn't come here for nothing.

you're the only person i can rely on.

i trust you to help me.

you helped them. why can't you help me? what makes me so different?

look. put our pasts aside and just help me, would you?

you're my last resort.

it all hangs in the balance.

this is do or die.

you promised me you'd help if it came down to it.

are you busy? i could use your help.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ stormy ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep soaking wet

[ bloody ] sender arrives at receiver's doorstep bleeding and injured

[ call out ] sender calls out to receiver to help them in a moment of grave danger

[ text ] sender texts receiver asking for them to swing by and save them from a bad or awkward situation

[ call ] sender calls receiver in a time of need

[ wait ] sender is waiting in receiver's house when they come home, there to plead their case and ask for receiver's help

[ find ] sender locates receiver after hours of searching and pleads for their help

[ shout ] sender shouts receiver's name, desperate for help

[ panic ] sender approaches receiver in a panic and tries to explain to them what's going on

[ hide ] sender hides behind receiver's body

[ stranger ] sender desperately asks receiver, a stranger, for help with something

[ reluctant ] sender reluctantly asks for receiver's help

[ refuse ] sender refuses to help receiver

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carmen dei 🎵

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GENSHIN IMPACT | The Exquisite Night Chimes

“I’ve actually heard a few things about Zhongli-xiansheng before.” “I seem to recall that there indeed is a musician like yourself in Mondstadt.”

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I'm with you from the north.

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*zoink zoink* (the sound of a lyre. he clears his throat.)

On wings of gold and warmth and glitter,

One flies with ease and far less bitter,

O’er Liyue’s mountains, rivers and rocks,

Enjoying the view and the Geo Lord’s talks.

In Mondstadt, however, the City of Love,

Azure wings will lift you high and above !

Lush meadows and seas of flowers to look at,

- aren’t they better than old Morax’s chitchat?

(Congrats on the Mondstadt wings @yuelun​ . Took you long enough.)

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It’s a lovely morning in Celestia, and you are a horrible anemo archon

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@worldly-diversity​ sent:  "I just... It helps. That's all." He muttered avoidantly, wishing he could simply focus on the soft, absent tune the bard was playing rather than the inevitable direction that line of questioning would take them. || Xiao

Venti’s fingers dance across the lyre’s strings, playing a calm and gently melody that is carried away by the wind, across the plain and far into the distance. It is a melody of hope and peace, one that fills the heart and mind with words of courage and promises even though none are sung to accompany it. It might be a melody older than him or one he only thought of a moment ago - either way he plays it with ease and grace, each note plucked without hesitation.

He doesn’t stop when Xiao speaks but plays a little softer, allowing for his voice to be heard. The yaksha’s words make him smile, an expression that lights up his entire face all the way up to his eyes. “Does it?” He knows it does, he hoped it would, but he wouldn’t be Venti if he didn’t act at least a little surprised at the scope of his own abilities. 

“Hmmm..” Xiao does not seem keen on telling him more about the way his music makes him feel but Venti admittedly is curious about it. He knows what ails the adeptus, knows what is eating away at him every moment of every day, no matter how much light he surrounds himself with. “Then I will keep playing and hope that it will reach you - wherever you are,” Venti concludes. For a moment he falls silent, the only sound between them the soft notes coming from his lyre.

“--You can speak of your burdens to me, Alatus. Who knows, maybe it will also help?”

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月轮 Yuè lún: Full moon. The moon is a carrier of countless emotions... So many things only seem to surface when we gaze up beneath its poignant glow. Wherever the moonlight shines, the heart is wont to follow. Fond memories of those no longer with us. Debts of gratitude to old friends. The meaning of ages past and gone. All wrapped up in the city that has existed for so many moons to date. All these things and more... they are why people chase the moon.

An independent and canon-strict portrayal of Guizhong/Haagentus from Hoyoverse's Genshin Impact, way too incredibly passionately loved and written by Sae.

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✧ Four of the Seven Archons of Teyvat ✧

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You’d think writing Venti is mostly “ehehe” and getting drunk except when you have friends like Kay?!? Then it’s just devastation and fighting your friends to the death after you watched everything and everyone you ever loved die gruesomely.

🙃

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archoniic​:

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 so ardently to walk away, especially when they felt so strongly.  Yet he stood there; atop that stone bridge that was barely holding on, asking him to step away. Futile; he knew it to be true, for he knew should the situation be reversed – Morax would never walk away.  The embers licked at the edges of his clothes; their flame trying to bite through to his skin as though they, themselves were offended. The contracts that bound him; once he had been so thankful for – never had he wanted so much to break one. 

But he couldn’t.

He could not begin to fathom losing everything. Though Morax had lost plenty within his long life; not everything, and certainly not all at once. He couldn’t begin to fathom the pain, the rage that Barbatos was feeling. Though he could certainly sense it in the very air that surrounded them. The broken tone in his voice was enough to lance through him; while their personal history had not always been kind to them – Morax never wished him to feel as desolate and broken as he did now. Eyes trained on the beast beside him; just as much ferality coming from Andrius as there was from the Anemo archon. He could scarcely blame either. 

This was a fight that was not going to end well. 

Somewhere deep inside; they all knew it. Morax had known it from the moment he allowed himself to be pulled into that contract; despite the reasonings behind it; none would be enough to appease the storm now.

❝ You know I cannot. ❞  His voice too, held a weight to it. One seldom heard from him; regret. The very thought of turning away, stepping aside; had his body almost locked tight. He could not; even though he wished to, he could not break that contract himself.  There was only one true way for Barbatos to venture forth; and that was through Morax. He knew, how could he not? Which option the Anemo Archon would choose; for it was the same one he would. He took a deeper breath; resignation. Acceptance. Defeat at being unable to convince him to stay his hand. 

❝ Very well, old friend. ❞  His weapon now in hand , eyes burning with the power held within him.  ❝ If this is truly the path you must take… I am sorry. ❞  For once; he did little to hide his true emotions, sadness. This could only end one way; one of them would not make it to see the next day.

– And Morax did not truly wish to fight Barbatos.

“No. You choose not to!”

Barbatos knew his enemy - he knew their faces, their voices, the very touch of their hands. Not too long ago they had shared a meal together and spoken of brighter days, of freedom and of love. If only he had known that he’d let death into his home and held its hand as it stretched its cold fingers towards everything and everyone he loved. Their bloody deed was made infinitely worse by their betrayal, every word of friendship spoken between them in the time leading up to this like needles in his chest. He had let them stay by his side, had trusted them, helped them even - and this was his reward for it. 

Morax was not his enemy and yet he chose to stand against him, honoring an immovable word given in a time that could never have predicted this calamity over the reality screaming in his face. It was as incomprehensible as it had always been but Barbatos had no strength in him left to find a way around it. Here, at the end of things, he would accept that a will of stone could not be moved even by a tragedy as great at this. Perhaps the role Morax had played in the Cataclysm should have been all the warning he needed, but some part of him had clung to the hope that in the end he would make the right choice.

But a heart of stone was still only stone, it seemed.

Barbatos opened his arms wide, his eyes glowing as he gathered his power, and at once the storm around them grew even stronger, howling like a monster rearing up on its hind legs for one final attack. Cruel winds gripped the plains, tearing at Morax’ clothes and hair like invisible razor-sharp blades and pulling chunks the size of a person out of the very ground beneath his feet. Behind Morax the fires still blustered over the horizon whereas from behind Barbatos a terrible wave of cold thundered towards him, a blizzard made up of a thousand icy spears released with just a thought.

Only then Barbatos’ own weapon appeared in his hand - a bow of beautiful craftsmanship but tainted by signs of war and stained with memories, like everything Barbatos ever kept for himself. Like Amos once he held it with the determination of one willing to risk everything for their cause, unfathomable sorrow making his heart heavy and his hands tremble as he drew the first arrow and aimed it right at Morax’ chest. One after another his arrows flew without waiting to see if they ever struck their target, each one soaring towards that adamant heart with deadly precision. It didn’t matter what they hit as long as they hit something; pierced, hurt, killed.

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@worldly-diversity​ sent: "Thank you for agreeing to participate in this years Windblume, Venti. I— We all very much appreciate it." In her opinion his performance had added something to the atmosphere that somehow seemed to have been missing in the years prior to the bard's return to Mondstadt, even if she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was. || Jean

“Ehe~ my pleasure!” The bard says cheerfully, tucking his lyre away for now. The crowd seems ready and willing to listen to more of his ballads but he’s been playing for a while and as much as it pleases him to bring joy to their hearts by sharing his music he doesn’t actually want to be the center of the festival for all that long. There is so much more to enjoy - stories of past Windblume festivals, myths of its origins (arguably his favorite part), the ceremony of choosing this year’s flower and, of course, all the delicious mouth-watering festival food.

Food-- and drink, that is. “A few bottles of Master Diluc’s dandelion wine are payment enough for me!” Venti adds, smiling at Jean with the sweetest smile he can muster. “Surely you won’t let me go thirsty after my performance? There is enough to go around for everyone, right?”

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@archoniic sent: Chaos; fire and carnage lay all around them. Yet atop a stone bridge stood two very old souls. One with fire in his heart and a yearning for vengeance; another that held sadness and a look of defeat upon his face. One who held all the freedom; the other who’s hands had been bound more than once. Even here, there was very little he could do.      “I am sorry, but if you persist then you will have to face me first.” For what could he do in the face of a contract? Bound by his own rules. This fight was not one he wished to have; despite their differences, he wouldn’t wish to harm the Anemo Archon. 

“Walk away, Barbatos… please.”

The land he once built lay in ruins, every blade of grass turned ashen by the flames of the wanderers burning everything in their wake, the once so lively city made desolate. Even the screams of agony, the desperate prayers of his beloved people that had torn his mind asunder as they died one by one had grown silent, leaving nothing but a dead and empty wasteland where once the land of freedom had flourished. That same desolation was inside him, the spirit of love and freedom twisted and fractured beyond recognition.

There was nothing but grief and madness then where life and joy had been and no amount of hope could bring them back. They were all gone like the smoke in the wind, faster than Barbatos could hold on to any of them; wiped out like whispers in a storm long before their time.

It hurt. It hurt like nothing he’d ever felt before; worse than his betrayal of the king, worse than any sacrifice they had made in the name of freedom. Worse than the loss of his only true friend. It was unspeakable, unbearable agony, like a claw through his chest that grinded his heart to dust and left scars on his soul he would never recover from.

The winds were howling around them, screaming his pain and growing with his rage. They carried the fires across the land, swallowing everything in their path - but it mattered not. There was no life left for them to take, only ruins and charred broken earth.

When he spoke his voice was broken, silent and yet roaring like the raging storm around them. He was shaking with unbridled emotion, tears streaming down his face for all his children lost. The wings on his back swayed in the violent winds, the tips of their feathers burned like the land around him.      “Step aside, Morax.” Behind him Andrius’ claws dug into the earth as he growled with his master’s pain, a terrible broken sound that pierced marrow and bone like the ice his paws spread over the ground.

What was Morax’ betrayal in the face of this destruction? All memory of friendship burned like the towers of the brave city of Mondstadt while he stood there, blocking the way. Immovable as he’d always been. Soulless, vile, TRAITOR-- the winds seemed to call as they grew stronger still, tearing trees from the ground and causing the very water from the river to rise high into the sky.

He would not save them from justice; he would not fulfill his word this time. If his life was the price to pay then so be it - no power in this world, immortal or otherwise, would stand against Barbatos’ vengeance.

“I will make them face my storm.. and you will not stop me.”