Well ladies and gentlemen, this is what paradise looks like, right here.

so dead end paranormal park is a really good show btw,

☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

thinking about how eiji's a pole vaulter and how ash talks about eiji "flying" and how eiji's associated with bird imagery and how eiji's free (unlike ash) and how eiji comes in on a plane and leaves on a plane and how ash cannot fly, ash cannot be free, how nyc is ash's prison, and how ash is the leopard who dies climbing the mountain, unable to live at such elevation, how he was trying to reach the sky and be free but was always stuck to the earth, how he chose to die instead of climbing back down, how he chose to die where he could see the sky and hope and freedom almost like a bird with eiji's letter right in front of him rather than letting everything go wrong and ruin it once again, how eiji's a failed pole vaulter anyway, how a bad fall ruined his career and grounded him (physically and emotionally), how it took flying to america and meeting ash and needing to save him and skip for him to try flying again, how he landed hard and harsh and still the thought of that escape compelled ash to protect eiji at all costs because if he could fly that means something to him, even if he doesn't think he can fly, how eiji is the manifestation of his hope and how when he breaks and asks eiji to stay with him a while he folds himself over his legs and weighs him down and traps him and grounds him, how ash fights like hell to keep eiji alive not because he thinks he can be like him (hopeful, flying, innocent), but because he makes him forget the gravity of his situation, and so he can see eiji fly again. how he wants to see him escape. how eiji is a bird and ash is a wildcat and how ash never once saw eiji as prey. how eiji never saw ash as a predator. how it is eiji's naivete that first endears ash to him, how it is his freedom and flight and removal from darkness and his ability to leave that darkness that really roots eiji in ash's blood as something essential to him keeping on living in this hell of nyc. how it is that distance from the violence and that hope for the future that ash chooses to surround himself in as he dies. how ash dies in a dream because he feels more than anything that he can't fly like eiji, that he can never leave. how his violence is a part of him and will be forever, how it weighs him down. how he wants to enjoy the view from the mountainside rather than looking up from the ground below. as if they can both fly. as if he is with him up there and not grounded. eye-to-eye with what he can't have, seeing eiji's homeland: the sky. how he dies trying to reach the top because he couldn't take retreating and trying again. how ash, tired and tired and tired and convinced it will go on forever if he crawls back down the mountain, chooses to close his life deluged in eiji, in eiji's insistence that they can fly together, in eiji's hope for him and for them, in eiji's beautiful dream. how ash dies without trying to realize that dream. how ash, in dying, destroys it.

ough i wanna draw so bad but my arms are virtually Unusable... too much lifting and hauling... in other news i felt True and Intense Pining today for the soft, delightful, tiny pig beanie baby in a diner gift shop. she was a wonderful pink with a lovely purple nose...

Honestly the reason the "love triangle" in lbfad works so well for me is easily because it's not completely lazy?

So many love triangles in romances are very clear cut and you can typically tell who is going to "win". Usually one pairing is written with far more care than the other, and for sure we get that with Dongfang Qingcang and Xiao Lanhua. They get the meat of the story, but regardless Changheng and Xiao Lanhua do have a really nice chemistry. When you watch them together you can easily see the alternate universe where this is a story about /their love/ There's just this genuine sweetness that aches from their early scenes together that makes it a little bit painful to watch- like I love.... the love between The Fairy and The Devil, I do. They have such great chemistry and they're so, so fun together-The difference of this cold and dark and brooding entity and the little flower spirit that charmed him is everything I could ask. It was never a question that I wanted to see them together in the end but there was still moments with Changheng that just made me go Oh, maybe it really will be him and her in the end...

then of course it doesnt happen. And I'm so happy to see my favourite duo together in the end, because they are just so good together, but its a little sad, too. I don't want Changheng to sit around with his heartbroken, I feel kind of terrible for him... and god if that isn't a better love triangle than I ever anticipated.

kurusu kazuki (39) - still cries like a fucking wimp

suwa rei (35) - cooks the best french toast

unasaka miri (15) - is a high school student now!!

Thinking about him lately

Got a new laptop... my old one was fine (I say as it takes a minute to load simple things, audio cuts out when i play a slightly too big game and half my keyboard doesnt have keys) but its gonna be so nice to have a sai canvas bigger than 2000 open without making a new layer having a 50% chance of crashing!!!!

i "like" chemma but obviousy not in a "i ship them" way but instead in a "i find it fascinating how these two are so absolutely terrible together and only make each other worse and yet continue to get back together. i want to study them under a microscope and figure out why the fuck they are like this" kind of way

QUICK... .POST SLIVER OF STRAW AT 1 AM WEEEEEEEWWWW I gotta go to bed I think (no ones even gonna see this because I'm posting at. 1 AM. But it's funny to me so I couldn't care less)

I finally finished my design of her yaaaaaygyyy, also this was uh. Whats it called. Shading practice, I wanted to try out smth a tiny bit different

Will *probably* change her design again after posting bc I do not believe in sticking to one design forever but for now it is like this ig

just finished the outer wilds dlc and i'm literally inconsolable i look like this rn

Was bored during school so here’s some Faith doodles (John angst!!!)

TWEWY FANS WAKE UP I've made a (HIGHLY throwable) mr mew charm

stats: ∘ about 1.5 in (3.8cm) ∘ lightweight acrylic ∘ 1 DMG point per throw (Stackable) ∘ pretty cute imo

Get him here !!!

and observe the image he came from if you'd like

they really had to do that to us on CHRISTMAS.

General tulius' special reactions to the amulet of mara

As imagined by me.

Grumpy old bastard /aff

Before joining the legion

*no reaction*

>Are you intrested in me?

"?? Im intrested in you joining the legion"

After joining the legion

*No reaction*

>Are you interested in me?

*if youve asked before* "Why do you keep asking me that, *current legion rank*?"

*If you havnt asked before* "thats... not an appropriate question for your superior."

After winning the war

>Are you interested in me?

*If you havnt asked before* "Ha. Well, i certainly find you interesting, Legate."

>Im intrested in you.

"Oh- I *ahem* I see. Well im.. certainly flattered, but im afraid I'll have to decline. No hard feelings"

>Are you interested in me

*If you asked before* "You sure are a persistent one, arent you? Why are you asking anyway?"

>Im wearing Maras amulet...

"Yes, that you are. Should that mean somthing to me?"

>Nevermind. *ends conversation*

>Its a custom in skyrim that initiates marriage.

"Marriage? You've... been wanting to marry me this whole time? Legate, I... Well im sorry I didnt realize sooner. So thats... Us, then? Youd like to be wed?"

>I would.

"Well, i suppose thats that then. I, ah... Thank you. For your persistence. I look forward to our life together."

>No.

"*Confused and vaugly amused laughter* Then why did you keep asking?"

If you come back after rejecting him.

"Still wearing that amulet of mara, huh?"

>Interested?

"Changed your mind, then? Ill admit, my own feelings have not changed. Have yours?"

>Yes *same dialog as first scenario*

>No.

"Right."

If you abandon the wedding

"I will never understand it here."