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Independent Tartaglia from Genshin Impact. Written by 2B.
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( Tentatively considering returning to tumblrp... if I do I think I'm going to be clearing out my drafts for now because it's been quite some time. I got kind of burnt out to be honest and spent a lot of time thinking about the type of writing I want to do, so for now I believe I will only be focusing on plotted threads.
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mcuntainbcrn:
She was quiet as he spoke so contentedly about where he grew up - there was obvious pride there and it made the tiniest of smiles tug at the corners of her lips; he was a man of many faces, and a jack of many trades, but the one thing that carried over with every one of them was his obvious fondness for his motherland.
“…the place of my birth was relatively small - not that the country is, but my hometown was just that…for the first few years of my life, we lived in a quiet place deep within the woods before we relocated to another country.” why she chose to share this particular bit of information, she couldn’t say; it wasn’t as though he would ever see it.
“I wonder how different my life would have been if we had simply…remained there.” a faint hum left her as a cool breeze swept off the water and filtered through her hair, “If we never left our quiet, comfortable home there, there’s a chance we would have never met…who knows whom you may have encountered instead.”
A light shrug of her shoulders as she let her weight press against her side, “….not that there’s any real point in speculating - putting that aside, I assume that living in such an environment, you know how to ice skate, yes?”
It's not often that Margaret talks about herself. The few times she does Aias has committed to memory and now is no exception. Even with the Harbinger's gaze fixed firmly on the horizon, it's clear that he's hanging onto her every word. His attention has a tangible weight in its orbit around her, a curious satellite examining her from every angle.
In his mind's eye he can picture it easily: a cozy little house for a small family in the woods, not unlike his own childhood home, though perhaps with a lot less snow than he remembers. It suits the idea he has of her- of something hidden and private and natural- and he lets out an approving hum like he expected this all along.
There's no answer for her wandering speculation. There's only a firm squeeze of her hand, as if to state, We're here now. That's all that matters to him.
"Of course I know how to ice skate!" Aias says, his voice lilting in mock offense that doesn't even put a dent in his content grin. He casts a glance at her now, eyebrows rising in interest. "Wait. Is this your way of asking to go skating together when we arrive? Think carefully before you answer, you've already got my hopes up~"
#ic#mcuntainbcrn#( once again i reply to you after 100000 years sdfsdfs thanks for your patience as always )
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( Tentatively considering returning to tumblrp... if I do I think I'm going to be clearing out my drafts for now because it's been quite some time. I got kind of burnt out to be honest and spent a lot of time thinking about the type of writing I want to do, so for now I believe I will only be focusing on plotted threads.
I might also be implementing a limit on open threads I have per writing partner because it was all sorta starting to blur together for me. If there's a reply you've been waiting for in particular or a starter you'd still really really like me to reply to, please drop a link in my DMs and I'll see what I can do! Otherwise we can discuss a new thread if you still want to write together. )
#ooc#PSA#( Sorry for being a flake I was having a real existential crisis with my blogs and writing sdfdsfs )#( No promises but I miss writing and want to try to enjoy it again... )#( This applies to multi as well so I'm going to be reblogging it there; sorry for anyone who has to see it twice! )
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Oh, this old schemer. How long has he been carrying that around in his coat? Childe wonders suspiciously, but in the end he only shakes his head with a laugh. It doesn't really matter in the end if he's yet again played into Zhongli's hands. All he has control of his own actions.
"Another set of chopsticks? I'm starting to gather a collection," the Harbinger remarks, reaching out to take the box. At least this pair he didn't have to pay for out of his own pocket. He cracks open the lid and peeks inside. His eyebrows raise up into his hairline.
"Huh... Are you sure you'll be able to afford that after these?" There's a teasing smirk on his face as he removes the ornate chopsticks and examines them closer. The next moment he brandishes them outwards like a dagger pointed right at the consultant.
"Well, it's no concern of mine either way! You will be paying, because I will master them."
Conversations with Childe never fail to entertain.
Truthfully, Zhongli does not carry any form of expectation whenever he writes the other. And perhaps one would be tempted to tell the consultant that he expends too much effort into doing so, both with the presentation and sheer volume of it all.
But the amusement is well worth all of it, the consultant would reason in return. There is something charming about learning that the other actually took the time to read through all of it and respond despite not being obligated to do so.
Eyes alive with a glint of concealed mischief, the former archon produces a slim box, setting it in front of the redhead. Upon opening it, the contents of said box are revealed to be a pair of chopsticks; Crafted from dark rosewood, evenly etched designs inlaid with gold at the very top.
“Taking inspiration from this year’s lantern rite, the Wanmin Restaurant will be introducing a set of new seasonal based dishes. Should you master the use of these chopsticks before the end of the week, dinner will be on me for your next visit. Does that suffice?”
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snowtombedstar:
A PAUSE IN THE ACTION. A brief respite to take a real breath and get a new axe her hand. She’ll have to let go of the shield, as there’s no way she can hold both with just one functioning arm, but when it’s suddenly yanked away from her, that’s not what she’d been expecting.
Dark eyes wide, Tem scrambles to keep her new weapon in hand as she hurries backwards, following arc of the shield as it moves, now attached to this guy’s own weapon. He both sounds and feels absolutely thrilled, and Tem would physically kick herself for making yet another grievous error if she had any time to at all.
“ Holy fuckingー ” She tries to avoid it, sliding backwards and raising her axe in an attempt to block, but, wellーthat’s not gonna go very well. It’s not great, and though she manages to keep a grip on it this time, damn does it not feel good. If she had both arms, she could use a weapon that could easily counter that, but as she is right now…
If he keeps swinging that things around, she’s absolutely fucking done for. She’s going to make one last, desperate attempt to lunge for his midsection, axe in hand to try and give a sharp blow to his stomach if she can manage it. ( Knowing the stakes aren’t as high as she’d thought, even while she’s actively getting her ass kicked, she tries to avoid slashing as his stomach, per sayーas if he doesn’t deserve it for mangling her arm. )
That's the difference between someone who fights when necessary and someone who has made a career out of violence. Just because they aren't trying to kill each other doesn't mean anyone can afford to be holding back. And yet, she does just that. Childe recognizes it even before she completes the motion and sighs.
(Perhaps looking for an intense battle when she was already down an arm was asking for too much...)
It only takes a moment to release his impromptu mace, which goes flying into the side of the mountain with a resounding crash as it shatters to pieces. Weapons are not burdens the Harbinger is beholden to; they are mere extensions of himself, tools of combat just like any other part of his body. Case in point:
Without any left to weigh him down, he swiftly and viciously kicks at the flat of her axe's blade to send her clumsy swing off balance, before moving in quickly to close the gap between them and drive his fist into her solar plexus full force. If it's not enough to get her spewing chunks, it's certainly enough to knock the breath out of her.
He then has the audacity to give her a friendly pat on the back with his free hand.
"Nice try. You're certainly stubborn, I'll give you that!"
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vishapsking:
His mouth is sharp and full of hunger; gnashing ambition and crudely crafted slaughter between gleaming ivories. Azhdaha has seen that look a million times. They have even felt the primal desire for destruction once before. Fights are only as thrilling as their combatant. These bodies painting the fields in red are nothing to the Lord of Vishapsーthis man? This man is but another blip within their extended life. Albeit a more interesting one than these chunks of meat.
Their movements are fluid, as if the two were dancing to a well rehearsed number. Azhdaha puts themself on the defensive to gauge the observe the human for the time being. Elementally manifested blades aren’t something new to the Lord of Vishaps, but they mentally praise the man regardless. He recognizes the time and training that would go into mastering the technique to such a degree considering how short-lived human lives are.
Blink and they vanish.
Azhdaha sidesteps the dual blasts of hydro. Millennia of fighting experience tells them that this human is no mere soldier or everyday adventurerーno, he’s been trained to kill. All the attacks have been aimed at where their vital organs would be had this vessel contained them. This was no ‘friendly’ sparring match like he has had with comrades.
Tartaglia was on them again, viscous like a one-man pack of wolves. There’s no need to unleash their true powers or reveal their identity in this fight. Azhdaha has decided to mostly live as a human would, so, they would fight as one. They swing the claymore in a wide arc, sending out a massive spray of jagged rocks to push the other back. If his opponent was a normal person, they’d likely be shot full of holes, leaving behind a lump of disfigured meat.
But as luck would have it, this man is anything but normal….
“You’re skilled, but you should quit while you’re ahead. Explaining the murder of a foreign national to the Millelith would be a pain…” The last thing Azhdaha needs is yet another run in with the unformed soldiers.
The veritable meteor shower being sent his way is honestly impressive. This one uses that claymore of theirs more like a shotgun than a sword. With an onslaught like this, there's nowhere to run, but Tartaglia is not known for running. In one slick motion, the Harbinger jams his blades together into a polearm and spins it in front of himself, deflecting the earthly shrapnel as he pushes forward into the storm, eager to continue his assault.
A full offense is not always the best defense. A rock slips through, clipping his cheek, yet the bright blossom of pain blooming under his eye only makes his smile widen even further.
Oh, this is getting interesting.
"Quit?" A scornful laugh escapes him, dull eyes gleaming. "That's like asking me to stop breathing." Tartaglia does not wield weapons, Tartaglia is a weapon, determined to whet his edge against the strongest opponents he can find.
Heedless of the warning he's been given he lunges forward again, feinting an attack before dropping low to the ground in a Hydro-infused slide to take a swipe at his opponent's backside instead. Water takes the path of least resistance, same as the Harbinger doggedly searches out a gap in this warrior’s defenses.
#ic#vishapsking#( He is wagging his tail so much right now he is begging you pls try to kick his ass SDFSFD )
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multiverse-swampy:
Well shit. She wasn’t expecting him to throw a hecking whale at her after just one fireball…
She moves quickly to the side of the whale, hoping to get out of the way in time. Even if she avoids the whale itself, there’s always that possible huge splash it can make. She needs to think of something to counter his water attacks, as her fire will likely not punch through.
She quietly curses her gentle nature before spreading her wings. She takes flight just as the whale hits the ground. Soaring high above him, she considers a couple options; continue to fight a losing battle or try to escape. She takes a deep breath. If her next attack lands, she can attempt to continue the fight. If it misses, she has enough speed behind her to escape without further injury…
With a few flaps, she swoops down in a flanked angle. When she’s gained enough speed, she swings the lower half of her body forward, aiming her taloned foot in a kicking motion right at him.
With deceptive nonchalance, the Harbinger strolls out into the tsunami of his own making rolling across the field, the waters parting around him in shimmering sheets of elemental energy. The retaliation he was expecting doesn't come right away. A little disappointing really!
He holds one hand over his brow to shield his eyes as he looks up into the sky to see where his opponent went. Deliberating with herself while she has the high ground, it would seem. He clicks his tongue with a small shake of his head.
"What did I just tell you..." His stance shifts as she begins her rapid descent, feet spreading to ground himself. "About attacking from the front?"
Quick as a whip, he tosses his polearm above his head and twists his torso out of the line of fire, grasping hands snatching her outstretched ankle with a fierce grip. The momentum carries them in a swinging circle that ends in him slamming her into the ground like a bag of rocks, clouds of dirt and dust kicking up from the impact.
One hand is held above his head to catch his spinning polearm. Match set. He points it casually at her prone form, smiling cheerfully as if they were merely two children roughhousing in the yard.
"I think that's a point in my favor, don't you? Haha~"
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young tarte tatin
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touch starved but for physical violence
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｡.｡:+° @curiouskinetic ➼ nyoomies time ✉ ༉࿐‧₊˚.
They had been lounging around in comfortable silence for a little while now. Content to simply enjoy his company, Sora looked fairly sleepy and relaxed from where she sat on the couch.
That is, until Aias got up at one point to go get something and walked past her. In an instant her calm and sleepy demeanor vanished, and she reached out and just. Slapped his ass as he passed by. There was dead silence for a moment, and then she was on her feet and sprinting towards the door.
"Ah-?!" Like the calm before the storm, two warriors stare each other down across the small gap between them, the cozy living room transformed by the tense silence into something like a battlefield. The expression on Aias' face is a muddled mix between incredulity and surprise.
It slowly clarifies into a wicked smirk. Two can play at this game.
Sora springs into motion and Aias leaps after her, both taking off at full speed as if the devil himself were at their heels. He takes a swipe at her rear end as he goes, just managing to glance her oversized tail instead. "Get back here, you little-"
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｡.｡:+° @orecrowned ➼ surprised pikachilde ✉ ༉࿐‧₊˚.
Surprise besito but just one
After knowing Morax, soft toothless things like kisses are something that Aias has long since relegated to treasures to be bartered and begged for- which is why it comes as a pleasant surprise when his divine lover deigns to grant him one entirely unprompted. His lips are soft and cool and the Harbinger leans in instinctively, chasing his mouth even as Morax pulls away again.
"Hey, hey, not so fast~" Aias hooks his finger into the god's hood and reels him back in close, a delighted smile spreading across his face. "Where do you think you're going? I hope you don't think I'll be satisfied just with that..."
#ic#asks#orecrowned#DAME MAS!!!#( If you saw me post this on the wrong blog no u fuckin didnt :gun: )
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( I've seen a lot of people coming forward about this so I wanted to put my own two cents in because this has been like... a long time issue on my dash, to be honest. Not just like one person recently, but from multiple people I have been following. So I'm just putting this out here:
It's not in my rules or anything, but if you use a lot of passive aggressive/guilt trip language in your tags and spam reblog opens/memes more than is reasonable, it actually stresses me out a lot and makes me want to interact less. In fact, it makes me stay away from my dash altogether because it makes me that uncomfortable to be around. This is part of the reason I just have not been very active lately and feel anxious about following new blogs.
Anyways uhhh not gonna do an unfollow purge or anything, but I will start muting OOC posts from repeat offenders for my own mental health. If you know you do this, I implore you to please think about your actions before engaging in this kind of activity. You can always feel free to message me OOC if you want to plot, but I won't be rewarding this behavior any longer.
Thank you for reading. )
#ooc#negative ?#psa#( Sorry just had to get this off my chest skfkggk I rp for fun but it has not been very fun lately... )
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All in a day's work. Slips him some of those edibles as well. As a treat.
He would like to take this time to appreciate his dutiful not husband for visiting him for bites and besitos during his incarceration.
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( Reflecting in 2023 on how many times Morax broke Aias’ bones over the years and otherwise maimed/mutilated him and how Aias is still like ‘Hm. I’d hit it, yeah.’ Like what is wrong with you- )
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Never posted this one here I guess
#ooc#fanart#orecrowned#( The original tags on this are magnificent tbh )#( 'Vore me like one of your Fontaine girls Morax' )
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