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sgrimp · 1 year
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Scaramona/Wandermona and Cynilou
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rayheartsl · 1 year
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Some favorite ships old drawings
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sarnomii · 2 months
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Some Cylou doodles from my twitter!
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𝐆𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 cylou interlude :)
。*˚*✧・゚ masterpost
⬗ part 7 ◇ part 8 ⬖
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the last picture belongs to monolithia!
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aeroplaneblues · 2 years
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Later that day🥰
Nilou's story quest was really nice and she is so cute😭 They haven't met yet in game, but cyno has a locked voiceline of her so I can't wait for them to meet💖
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vhakaloura · 1 year
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Contenido cylounari porque son novios y mi found family
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starglowy · 1 year
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Jokes
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My sumeru redesign (i tried)
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Also, why does redesigning this lil shit is so hard (dori) and also wtf hoyo
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠
@cherrys-sweetness @ellovett @yestrday @hellokittysglock @fr0st-km
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emmaswamp · 1 year
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see?
fandom genshin impact
pairing cyno x nilou
word count 1,500+
tw none. just nilou being oblivious to cyno’s interest.
summary in which a general and a dancer find a rare moment of peace in a desert oasis.
dedicated to my nilou.
Her tent held no form of life.
He felt his heart skip a beat, and he was quick on his feet to turn around. Sand stirred up out in a cloud of dust under his feet. His head was still fogged over with grogginess, he was lucky to not have lost his footing.
The unforgiving climate was of second nature to him, but now it felt colder to the bare skin than ever before.
Cyno adjusted the heavy helmet he hastily shoved on earlier to where it was no longer lopsided upon his head. His spear was in his grasp too, it pressed against his calloused hand cooly.
Tracks were not an option. It was a windy night, and he was reminded of that with his white hair whipping into his face.
Wherever the tracks once were, they were no longer visible now. His teeth clenched in frustration.
He opened his mouth to shout her name, but abruptly stopped when a shimmer caught his eye and a quiet muttering that his perked ears picked up on.
It was her headdress. There she was. Not a weapon in her hand to provide her with any defence. She looked carefree, standing there gracefully with her bright red hair flowing in sync with the wind.
He felt foolish. He was quick to panic, a quality that a general should not have. But that was better than remaining still, correct? His heartbeat slowly returned to a more comforting pace, no longer thrumming disturbingly in his ears.
He watched her allow a passing by creature that was more than half her size to approach her and sniff her hand, soon slowly bringing her hand under its chin to scratch there lightly.
He knew the beast would not harm her. He had grown to respect the beast’s presence within the cycle of the desert. But still, Cyno’s grip on the spear tightened when he heard the animal huff.
“They’re harmless.” Nilou hummed delicately, a smaller creature galloping sloppily towards her. Presumably its child.
He was spotted.
“I know.” He replied shortly, allowing himself to take a few steps closer. He was accustomed to what all Sumeru had to offer its inhabitants. His grip on his halberd was only an instinctive reaction.
She giggled quietly. At him or the creature, Cyno did not know for sure.
Cyno almost hoped it was him.
She stepped away, bending down towards the crystal clear water. The moon reflected in it, but that was not what his eyes drew to.
“Of course you do.” She smiled softly, before forming her hands in the shape of a poorly made bowl and filling them up with water. Nilou brought the flavourless yet refreshing liquid to her lips, some dribbling out between the small cracks of her fingers. He watched her lick her lips observantly.
“What are you doing up?” Nilou finally asked after a moment’s pause. She was curious and unaware she seemed rather suspicious. Cyno shrugged, allowing himself to take a few steps towards the dancer.
“I could ask the same.” He bent down, refilling his water skin. Mimicking Nilou, he brought it to his lips, guzzling the water down greedily. It dribbled down his chin and onto his chest.
She blinked at him, her lips slowly curving upward to reveal that sparkling teeth of hers. “Couldn’t sleep.” She replied, her hand still in the water. She twirled her finger around, making a small tornado under the water. Cyno watched with a tilted head.
“I see.” He commented with a nod of his head, finally lowering himself down to his knees to relax on a nearby rock.
The smaller sumpter beast rushed past Nilou, flopping into the chilly water. She held up her hands to shield herself, but it was too late. She squeaked in protest when the water hit her pale skin.
Yet she still carried a gentle grin.
She shook her head back and forth, ridding herself of the chilly water as if she were a hound. It was quite the sight.
“I assume you’re well awake after that?” The creature rolled onto its back, kicking its chubby feet and stirring up the water with each sudden movement.
The older animals sat aside, one sniffing a nearby plant while the other lay comfortably with its exposed stomach on the cool sand.
She did not spare a retort to his comment, but rather throw her head back and snicker quietly. She brought a hand to lazily point at the sky. “That looks like a dog, doesn’t it?”
A dog? What nonsense was she speaking of now? Artists.
All Cyno saw were stars that danced freely in the sky, flickering and showing off themselves every now and then. He supposed she saw a shape in the glistening figures. He tilted his head.
“I ‘canine’ see what you’re talking about.”
Another ridiculous joke from the general. At this point, the girl should have grown to expect them. “I —“ Nilou rolled her eyes, yet still gave a laugh that followed up with a scoff. “Hah hah. Aren’t you an original one?”
“I try.”
Nilou chuckled once more, a breathy one through her nose. She placed her hands on her knees and stood up, stretching her hands above her head and yawning. She stayed there for a moment, lowering a hand to her mouth in case she were to yawn once more.
His eyes went to her bare skin.
The redhead hummed to herself and made her way towards Cyno. He didn’t recognize the tune. “And that one,” she sat in front of him in the water, the animals now minding their own business. “That one looks like a flower.”
He stared longingly at the back of her upturned head while she admired the stars. “Oh?”
He was also able to get a pleasant view of her tattoo. Yet he still wished to brush that silky hair from her shoulder to give him better access to all the details the ink had to offer.
“Mhmmm.” She nodded, moving her legs to where they were crossed. She pointed her index finger at the sky as if expecting Cyno to know the exact star she was gesturing towards.
He squinted his eyes. Nothing. No shape. Just a bunch of jumbled-up stars without meaning. “No.”
Nilou huffed, leaning her head back to look at him. Her head was upside down, and her red hair was beginning to disobey wherever she directed it earlier. “You’re not very creative.” She whispered lightly, a kindness to her soft and honey-like voice.
“Is that so?”
She nodded her head, falling back onto the rock he lazily perched upon. Her hair was wet, he noticed. It plastered to her bare milky skin. Oh, she was so close.
“Give me your hand,” Nilou reached back and fumbled for a moment or so until she finally felt the rough touch of his hand.
A comforting spark jolted his fingertips in result of the contact with her skin. He didn’t recoil this time. It was more soothing than a surprise, oddly enough. He stayed unusually still as Nilou adjusted his hand to where his index finger pointed out.
“Upppp..” she held his finger up to the sky. In her head, guiding him to point at the correct constellation would allow him to identify what she was blabbering on about. “There.” They all appeared identical. But to her, each of them was oh so different and unique. “See?”
One would sparkle more than the other, one was bright, one was dim, one was larger, and the other was not flashing.
Cyno remained silent. Was it bad he was more focused on Nilou than what she wished for him to see? It was not something a general should do — he wasn’t providing assistance.
His hand contrasted with hers. His was rough to the touch, while hers felt soothingly smooth. He was reminded that she was a dancer, nothing all that special.
Yet Nilou was still unique to him, oddly enough.
“Do you see it, Cyno?”
He lifted his head to the sky, gripping his helmet by its false ears to better his vision. He set the helmet aside. Still nothing. He even brushed his hair aside. “No, I don’t.”
“I give up.” Nilou huffed out a breath, it producing a puff of visible fog from her mouth. It was cold.
She seemed to suddenly pay mind to the temperature, as she skidded her feet in the water until her head was placed securely in Cyno’s lap.
He tensed up.
But wasn’t this what he wanted?
“We should go to sleep.” Nilou turned her attention from the freckled sky to the darker-skinned person she rested upon. “It’s late. Look at the moon. It hangs high above all. Surely you can see that?”
Cyno rolled his eyes fondly and shook his head, his pale hair following in rhythm. His shoulders were still squared, but he was able to get a closer view of the redhead in his lap now.
The stars still glimmered in her eyes, and the moon’s shy, pale light framed her skin. He didn’t respond to her quip, he only allowed his gaze to discreetly admire her.
Their eyes happened to meet a couple of times, and when they would, Nilou would give him a soft, tired smile until her eyes fluttered shut.
The redhead felt a gaze on her until she drifted off into unconsciousness.
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evilrgood · 12 days
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She deserves all love
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blanpineapple-blog · 1 year
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sgrimp · 1 year
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Cylou so cute augh dying of sweetness
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aire-tari-elentari · 3 months
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Nilou: Will you be happy with such a life? Cyno: ...It's not about being happy. There are just a lot of things I have to do" Nilou: Despite this, don't lose heart and try to be happy, okay? And try to smile more often every day, just like I do now Cyno:...Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.
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cyno: my future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.
nilou: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to her knees and sob while apologizing profusely*
cyno: that one. i want that one.
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damedont · 1 year
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Can't get them out of my head. I love their dynamics
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kykyonthemoon · 1 year
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Yalda Candies
A Cylou Flashfic
Masterlist: ✧
Ao3: ✧
Hoyolab: ✧
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One, two, there,...
Six, seven, eight…
The rhythms swirled together with the girl's garments. The most beautiful and famous dancer at the Zubayr Theater; even if she was just practicing, she drew a lot of attention.
Even the one who had been looking at her from a distant corner. It had been about an hour. Someone had been waiting for the young girl for a long time, a member of the theater murmured in her ear.  The girl smiled brightly in that direction. It was just in time for a break.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, Cyno!"
As they sat down, she said.
"It's fine." Cyno removed his hood and placed it on the table, easily pushing the candy box to her side.
"Whoa! Yalda candies?"
Nilou's face was slightly flushed and covered in perspiration. She took the box out, cradling it in her palms. 
Cyno gave a nod. "Hmm. I  noticed it on my way here and decided to buy it for you."
Nilou chuckled, "But... It's almost the performance day. I shouldn't be eating candy."
She kept a close eye on Cyno's reaction. He seemed nervous and embarrassed, as if he was worried she might reject this present.
"But just a few won't hurt, right?"
Nilou exclaimed enthusiastically. Cyno exhaled a sigh of relief as he realized this. He was the Akademiya's magnificent General Mahamatra, but in front of his lover, he was merely a person with no love experience at all. Nilou always embraced Cyno's affections wholeheartedly, even once, he returned from the desert and presented her a jar of scarabs.
"Thank you very much, Cyno." As she opened the lid of the box, her eyes sparkled at the colorful and delectable candy within.
"If I eat all of this, Inayah will lecture me for not fitting into my new performance clothing!" the young woman giggled again.
"If you eat this every day, it will be a concern." Cyno responded. "However, your physique is quite fit right now. Not too skinny, nor—"
Cyno felt embarrassed when he noticed Nilou's eyes looking at him and the odd smile on the girl's lips.
"I'm saying strange things again, aren't I?..."
"Hi hi. I'm astonished because Cyno keeps such a careful eye on me."
Cyno's cheeks heated to his ears as he heard this. He averted his sight to escape Nilou's gaze. They seldom saw each other these days, despite the fact that they had just recently expressed their affections to each other. Both of their schedules were hectic, he with Akademiya work and she with extensive dancing sessions. He made an effort to see Nilou as frequently as possible.
Nilou placed a sweet in her mouth. She closed her eyes and smiled blissfully, as if she had been rewarded for her hard work.
"Mmmh. Delicious!"
Cyno made an unintentional smile. He stared down at Nilou's heated legs instinctively. There were a couple more swells today.
He abruptly stood up. Nilou was so taken aback that she let him gently turn her around so the two of them faced one other. Then Cyno crouched down, one knee on the floor. His hands took Nilou's foot gently and placed it on his other leg.
"C-Cyno? What are you doing?" Nilou was perplexed. Her face was indeed redder than the setting sun on the horizon.
"Stay put." Cyno remarked as he removed her shoes. "You don't pay any attention to your health at all."
Nilou felt incredibly flustered. Even though they had formally declared their feelings to each other a few months earlier, this was the first time they had had such intimate contact. She did not know what to say, so she sat there quietly, watching Cyno tenderly massage her feet.
"People in the desert taught me a few techniques to make their feet less uncomfortable when they have to travel a long distance. Remember to take care of yourself, alright?"
Cyno raised his head, his amber-colored eyes full of warmth. Nilou nodded timidly. She would bury her scarlet face under the ground if anyone could see them like this. But she had already overthought. Everyone at the theater knew, even if they did not say it, that the formidable General Mahamatra loved to spoil his little dancer so much!
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