my activity on this blog is spotty at best but uh. tbh consider this an indefinite hiatus. i’m not sure when i’ll come back here, if at all. you can still find me @/viraga and @/aurdevi.

hyvoc· | devil.

        “ i don’t recall giving you a choice in the matter. ” ice laces his tone now, and whatever faux cheer had been there seeps from his expression, leaving nothing behind but contempt. again, he approaches the other, though this time instead of going for his face, the harbinger presses his forearm to the other’s chest and then forcefully directs him to the wall, pinning him there. it wouldn’t be nearly as easy for casimir to extricate himself from tartaglia’s arms this time, given that casimir’s, in part, held more than half a foot off the ground to match just above his height and childe’s not being nearly as “ gentle ” as he’d been before.

        “so as long as i can give you entertainment, i’m safe from whatever tortures you can concoct, ” he mimics the escort’s voice, yet it’s more of a whine in his rendition. “ is that not what you said just now ? it’s not wise to try and play me for a fool. ” his hold tightens.

        “ to think that you find the company of the other harbingers more dangerous than my own, even then. to them, you are nothing. they will forget you the instant that you leave their sight. to me, you are a tool to use however it is that i please. ” isn’t this underestimation what first got casimir into this mess ? that tartaglia would be an easy target because he’s young and inexperienced ? foolish. “ you are not free from my consideration once you’re on your own time, and any slight is not so easily dismissed. ”

     fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck! he was so close, so close to getting away, a rat narrowly escaping from the cat's paw — why did he have to decide now to care where casimir went?    ( the errand was tartaglia's anyway; the bastard couldn't even let him do his job? )    all of the air was knocked out of his lungs upon being slammed against the wall, hands instinctively going to the harbinger's arm to try to pry him off. pointless, yes, he knew that, but what else was he to do? he looked pathetic enough, he wouldn't make it worse by just hanging still.

   that wasn't at all what he said, nor anything close to what he meant, but trying to defend himself would only piss tartaglia off more. he knew that. just like he knew that, despite both hands being free to use his catalyst, any form of attack would either end in his immediate death — or, possibly, he would find it amusing enough to forgive, but that was far too great of a risk. all he could do was thrash about and take tartaglia's verbal onslaught.

   ...that is, until he went completely still, even his grip on tartaglia's arms loosening. at the end of the day, any struggle he put up was ultimately pointless. he was still in this mess, being reckless wouldn't get him out of it, not in a way that didn't involve his untimely demise   ( and that was if he was lucky )   or horrid maiming. he let out a slight huff, gaze shifting away from the other. " you're right, " he mutters through clenched jaw. if throwing out his dignity would keep him alive, so be it. it wasn't the first time he had stooped so low. " forgive me, i was out of line. " archons, every word made him want to vomit. his sincerity was questionable, at best...hopefully this was enough to quell tartaglia's rage.

always accepting  /  nonprompts o’clock  /  @cryotemptri​ :  puts his hands on her shoulders. stares at her for an uncomfortably long period of time. then, “ what’s the word for those… tasty clouds? ” ( marshmallow, the word he’s looking for is marshmallow. )

❛   um , do you mean  ..  marshmallows?   ❜   enma answered after placing said confectionery on the thin wooden stick she found scavenging around for fire wood considering they exited mondstadt’s walls to where they were at a nearby campsite in windrise . double checking its security for one last time , she extending it towards him to take to roast  &  indulge himself while doing the same for herself in front of the already lit campfire , simply enjoying their early midnight snack while dinner was still brewing .

❛   in case supper isn’t exactly ready or it needs a few minutes more , i brought fresh crackers my brother sent over the mail since he’s a working baker in fontaine . in short ; i’m making us , well , letting you try smores  next  !   ❜    as it’s still a long journey ahead of them  &  making it to liyue harbor for something she needed to do for a commission , just as she’s been told cas needed to settle a few things on his own upon arriving to their destination .

@cryotemptri​ said: “ i’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck… or i did, last time i checked. ”

        “ ah, i knew it — so you adored me from the start ? ” though his tone is light, there’s an unmistakable edge to it. not like how childe once spoke to cas, when they were mere … blackmailer and blackmailee. no, it’s serious, hardly an edge at all with how soft it truly is. childe remembers well how he used to treat someone he cared for so earnestly now, to the point where he had quite literally hand his hands around his now - love’s neck. 

        “ how reassuring, casya. ” a hand is set lightly atop his shoulder, slowly as to not spook him in a way childe knew to be all too possible — especially when it was him — before it slides up, past the aforementioned spot, and rests tenderly on his cheek. “ of course, you won’t have to worry about me testing that. i have no reason to be that way to you anymore. ”

@hyvoc​ I SAID HE’S CANON

               " i just saw a cat girl ( @royalstorm ) run across the harbor in stilettos and i don't know whether i'm IN LOVE or absolutely terrified of the liyue qixing's power. "

@dehimmel​ asked four four headcanons ( for tonia! ) ( ac. )

1) upon first meeting, cas genuinely doesn't realize tonia is childe's sibling. sure, they look alike, but she's actually nice!...and then he sees her scare a man shitless and it all makes sense. 2) he consistently brings her foreign flowers that he has preserved with cryo. sometimes they're woven into crowns. 3) whereas childe would beat anyone who even looked at her wrong to a pulp, cas tries to let her fight her own battles, because he knows they're not always gonna be there to protect her. ( that said, her bullies still gets a bad case of freezerburn. ) 4) his go-to pet name for her is "sunflower," others include "princess" and "little lady".

@unhopetm​ asked for four headcanons! ( ac. )

1) enma's probably the only person in mond who knows cas' reading skills are shit bc he always tells her to " make whatever " and doesn't even look at the menu 2) they've absolutely swapped clothes lbr 3) when/if cas learns about enma's dad, he'd do some digging bc, surprise! he doesn't like the fatui either 4) he brings her snezhnayan treats and recipes from time to time, so long as he can be the first one to try them out

dehimmel· ( tonia. )

     tonia can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of her lips as cas ruffles her hair ; it’s a simple gesture that means the world to her , especially when the one who usually does it is away for god knows how many months at a time . a hand reaches up to instinctively grab his wrist as if to hold his hand , yet she stops herself as he reaches for his satchel ; she can do that later . instead , tonia takes the envelope from his hands & glances at it with curious azure eyes .

     ❛     oh … thank you ,     ❜ she offers . were she younger , she would open it immediately , anxious & excited to hear any word from ajax … but this time she swallows it down & carefully places it in her jacket’s pocket for safekeeping . the world won’t end if she doesn’t look at it now , right ? a hum vibrates from her throat as her gaze stays averted from cas’ , as if suddenly rather unnerved by his question .

     ❛     i’ve … had it for almost a year now ,     ❜ tonia answers . her voice is soft , almost hesitant ; she hates talking about it . the childish part of her wishes that if she didn’t talk about it , it would go away .❛     it usually stays beneath my bed in a box , but … since i was going out by myself , i decided to bring it … i’m sorry you had to see it .     ❜

               that slight movement towards him doesn't go unnoticed, and had she not pulled back, he would have let her hold him in place for as long as she wished — but he could understand her desire not to display such childish behavior.     ( a lovely girl of seventeen, going on eighteen; she had an image to keep up, after all. )     so nothing is said about it, nor her lack of excitement towards her brother's letter. how terribly odd.

               he can remember his own wariness towards his vision when first obtained, the blizzard contained in cool glass threatening to bury everything in snow if not carefully handled...needless to say, he had a number of accidents at first, but he learned. having something to chanel such raw power helped, and a gloved hand absentmindedly moves to graze across frostbearer, dangling from a chain on his belt. initially being fearful of one's vision is normal, expected, however...a year is quite a long time.

               " why apologize? " his head tilts slightly. " that vision is yours, tonia. it's a part of you. and i'll be damned if i let you apologize for anything that makes you you. " ah, he was getting heated now. frankly, he didn't care too much for all the commotion made over visions, good or bad; it was tonia he worried about. whether she liked it or not, she was stuck with this thing, ignoring it...wouldn't end well.

               " i guess this means you don't know how to use it, huh? " a pause, as he pats a specific pouch in his satchel. good, he still had it on him. " care to learn? "

hyvoc· ( rat. )

        casimir is not wrong that his survival relies almost purely on how long childe is entertained by him. be it little reactions like that fleeting fear or something more, should both of them want that in a given moment. so, of course, he doesn’t deny it, even as childe releases him, as he smirks down at him. it’s too fun to annoy and unsettle his little carrier pigeon as a much more dangerous animal may toy with food. unfortunately, it seems like this one is getting a bit used to it. somewhat cocky, even.

        “ smart guy ! maybe that’s the real reason i keep you around ! you know your place. ” an arm instead slings around casimir’s shoulders now, though the action is not meant to be flirtatious or even friendly. no, it’s just childe being childe and creating as much discomfort as possible. still, his voice carries that misleading levity as always. “ speaking of place, i have somewhere to be and that means you do, too. ” he shifts so his hand is splayed behind the other’s back, pressing him forward as he walks.

        “ nothing big, just a boring little meeting with my fellow harbingers. don’t worry, they won’t pay you any mind. ” because the less they acknowledged childe’s existence, the better for their sanity and patience. cas would be granted a similar immunity by association. of course, that never rules out the possibility of him inciting their ire — and that’s always well worth it. “ all you need to do is sit there and look pretty, and make sure that cute little head of yours retains all that info. ” childe sure as hell won’t.

               every little thing he does, the slightest movement, the wrong word — it invites the devil to his doorstep, armed to the teeth, the same teeth that form his signature cheshire cat grin. if he's not careful, his life will be forfeit. if he's too careful, tartaglia will get bored — and, well, the same fate awaits him then, too. the world's most dangerous balancing act: see him dance with the devil upon a tightrope suspended one hundred meters into the air, with no safety net, no harness — oh, yeah, and did we mention he's blindfolded?

               tuning the harbinger out was no easy feat, but after a while, one becomes capable of it — until a strong arm is wrapped around casimir's form, pulling him so close, he's momentarily convinced that tartaglia was about to strangle him.     ( alas, that was not the case. tragic. )    

               he reaches over to detangle himself from tartaglia's grasp, before taking a few steps back as quickly as possible without making his disgust too obvious. " thanks, but no thanks. i have some very pressing matters to attend to. " besides, it wasn't his job to piss off the other harbingers. tartaglia did that just fine on his own. " good luck, and give signora my regards. " surely if he turned and walked off quickly enough, tartaglia wouldn't bother following him, right? too much effort, right?     ( right. )    

aya get out of the fucking bushes people are starting to stare

        let me be the goblin i was meant to be, casya !

childe get out of the jamba juice bushes you’re scaring the customers

@royalstorm​ said: childe as a jamba juice regular au

oh shit look there goes tartaglia again

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

               i think everyone knew of us, even if they didn't want to. they'd look at us, and even if they didn't say it, they'd know: " ah, goremykay ... we'll take another street. " as if walking too close to us would give them a disease. funny, they never felt that way when we gave them something; people still went to anja's shows, bought nadya's goods, enlisted my services...but gods forbid they remember we're people.

polearmd· ( inhuman. )

a small huff escaped the yaksha, despite himself. such disrespect; clearly this mortal hadn’t the SLIGHTEST idea who      ( or what ) he was speaking with.  ❛   i never asked for your opinion.   ❜  was his reply. blunt and to the point as always.      ( perhaps a touch defensive, as well. )

still, it was not INACCURATE to describe xiao’s current appearance in… less than flattering terms. exhaustion weighed heavy upon him like so many invisible stones. keeping his eyes open was a struggle—— forcing his limbs to move doubly so. it took conscious EFFORT to remain standing upright.      ( back straight, shoulders held high. ) while he was reluctant to admit as much, it was true even the adepti were not above falling victim to the likes of FATIGUE when pushed to their absolute limits. xiao in particular—— though that was a problem entirely of his own creation. the yaksha would have little need for rest if he chose to REPLENISH his strength through the consumption of dreams.      ( however, he refused to even consider doing so an option. ) 

in short, xiao was tired. tired and far too STUBBORN to do anything beyond ignoring the problem in the hopes it would conveniently resolve itself.

❛   is it NORMAL for humans to greet one another with unsolicited comments about their appearances?   ❜   the adeptus spoke as if he already knew the answer.      ( he did. )  ❛   i’m fine.   ❜

               touchy , touchy ... well, it wasn't like he exactly expected a pleasant response, given his own comment, but was such hostility really necessary?     ( way to make a first impression, casimir. )    whether or not his opinion was asked for ( or warranted ) didn't matter much to him ; the person before him looked more than just a little worse for wear. a small gust of wind would be enough to knock him right over.

               casimir knows better than to make any movement towards him, regardless of how wobbly he was, yet that doesn't stop him from standing there, watching the stranger with both curiosity and mild concern.

               an eyebrow is raised at the question about humans, as if this person isn't one — though he supposed that shouldn't be much of a surprise, all things considered. " depends on the person, i guess. " he shrugs. " well, if you're so fine, you can accompany me to that inn nearby.     ( i'm not even going to try to say it, it'll end badly. )    i'll get you a snack as compensation ... and maybe some bandages. "

take a little wisdom

RESULT : you are not “ too much ”.

bright, cheery, passionate - you want to hold the whole world, because it is beautiful. but people have told you time and time again that you are too loud, or demanding, or hungry, or too much. it is all false. you should take up as much space in your life as you desire - it's your life, not theirs. do all things in love and compassion; you have the spirit to bring that love into other people's lives. one day, someone will see you living unapologetically, and you will be exactly what they need. you are just enough. you are lovely. you are worth loving. love loudly, honey.