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Genshin impact is about a family fight about religion

Aether just found his sister and she didn't even ask about him😢

Me when I realize that I have the capability to post my art on this app even though I’ve had it for two years and have never tried posting anything. 🤯🤯🤯🤯🔥🔥🔥🔥 PLEASE LIKE MY ART OH MY GOSH INSTAGRAM HAS BEEN TREATING ME WRONG AS OF LATE😭😭😭

Happy Lantern Rite!

» TSUBAKI (ツバキ) — capa teste

⟅16.11.2023 — Eu fiz um desafio comigo mesmo de fazer uma capa de genshin (pq preciso editar com jogos tbm né mores, se não posso jogar, vou consumir o máximo do jogo para me iludir) e eu não queria que essa capa fosse tão bonita, era pra ser só um teste mas ela tão pitchula ;-;) eu só queria dizer para o @.tansshoku que estou triste pq não era essa impressão que queria passar, não era pra ser eles dois kkkk mas eu tive a proeza de criar um plot bem triste para essa capa e digo mais, só não escrevo pq não estou com tempo e nem alegria para nada. P. S.: se tiverem algum artista para me recomendar, podem me mandar gente, sou novato na área e preciso de conteúdo <3 E MAIS IMPORTANTE DE TUDO: this is not a ship, ok? Não acho que eles combinem... Que critérios eu tenho? Nada, só intuição.

Aether and Phantom headcanon

Phantom is Aether's little brother.

He always adored his big bro, so when Aether was summoned to play for Ghost, he was absolutely thrilled to see his brother on the stage! He was and will always be his biggest fan. He even started to play instruments himself to be more like his big brother.

He learned all the Ghost songs just to impress Aether. And his brother was so proud he refused to stop hugging him! It was just so cute of him to learn all that just for his brother!

And then, as Aether was getting ready for the Re-Imperatour, Phantom mentioned something about how cool it would be if he could be in a band as well. And so Aether had an idea. After a surprisingly serious discussion with Papa, he got Phantom to replace him as the rhythm guitarist for the band.

Does Aether miss messing around on stage? Yes, absolutely. But it's all totally worth it so see how happy and excited his little brother is to perform.

You could say that tables have turned for them, because now it's Aether who is his brother's biggest fan. ♡

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―✧ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁:

― hi guys i'm bored 🥹🧍

i would like to study you, if you don’t mind

no thoughts just venti rat

Just played genshin recently and I am inlove ✨

when you are so gay your soulless eyes start shining ✨

Hm, haven‘t posted in a while, so I might as well share this phone background of Aether I made today. I might use it myself someday, but anybody’s free to use it if they like it

Love this guy

Those otters are too cute.

Hehe *Venti sounds*

Idk what is this 𓆏

Without background ↓

Something with Zhongli and Aether in process. Ah, unpopular ship again

why my style changes every two second ಥ_ಥ

Traveler is a space orc

Since in the voiceline conversations from the traveler talking to Paimon agknowlages the fact the traveler’s sword can float behind them, I started getting creative with the game mechanics being part of their power. (I’m using Aether for these since I play him in game, but can also be applied to Lumine).

- Aether has the ability to gain other people’s forms and thus their powers. He doesn’t use this ability in front of anyone besides Paimon or Hillichurls because he’s keeping it as a secret ace card in case he’s in a tight spot.

- He sometimes will go out in other people’s forms just to be discreet, but that can cause even more confusion sometimes. Amber swears up and down she saw Klee gliding down into stormterror’s lair while Diluc will never let the fact go that he saw Kaeya messing with the frost slimes around dawn winery. Aether tries his best to sneak around, but at least ten people saw Diona climbing the windmill to get to a chest. Thank god nobody can link it back to him.

- He gains these forms by collecting primo gems, small but ultimately useless trinkets which people trade around for fun. People have started noticing he’s seemingly hoarding them for some reason. Paimon figures out he can be bribed with large amounts of primogems and told Kaeya, who abused this information. What he’s really doing is taking them up to star snatch cliff to wish for new forms and weapons.

- Speaking of weapons, every single one of his forms needs it’s own weapon. Aether tries his best to get the materials himself, but Sucrose has been questioning weather or not he’s planning on becoming a weaponsmith because he has so many powerful weapons yet only uses one. There’s only so many time he can say he need stuff for weapon upgrades before it starts sounding suspicious.

- Has the ability to zone out, anywhere, for hours at a time. He’ll literally just stand in one place, blank stared, for hours upon hours, without response. He did this once in the middle of the knight’s headquarters, and snapped back into place with 3 guards, Kaeya, Amber, and Barbara trying to get him into the medical bay. Considering he wasn’t moving- barely even blinking, they assumed nothing short of a stroke.

- Doesn’t eat or sleep for days on end. Everyone assumes he camps out in the woods but no, Aether doesn’t stop the grind. He’s always fighting bosses, chest hunting, or even just helping a girl successfully communicate with hillichurls. The only reason he stops is so Paimon can sleep, even then he mostly just sorts out which artifacts need to go to which form.

- Clothes that somehow always stay perfect? Nobody’s ever seen him in anything else, dispite him being in teyvat for over a month. Dispite the amount of fighting, there’s no holes, no burns- hell they don’t ever even get soggy.

- Always prefers climbing to stairs. It baffles everyone to no end to see Aether just climbing up the side of a perfectly useable set of stairs. After a few weeks of this, both Jean and Keaya tried to talk to him about it, nope. His response is always “but climbing is faster” and any other reasoning is obsolete. Everyone’s noticed Aether seems to be a bit of a wall crawler, he never goes anywhere without running and always climbs anything even remotely vertical.

- Stories are starting to go around about this golden haired traveler who sticks out in any crowd. Of course people are gonna talk about the guy who not only helped save both Liyue and Mondstat, but is also so nice they’ll help anyone out with anything. If Aether sees so much as a person tripped over a loose floorboard, he’ll help them to the doctor and see to it the floor is fixed by the end of the day.

- Eats Mid-battle. To Aether, food doesn’t serve any other purpose than healing, which food he eats will also give him different statuses. Some make him more durable and harder to break skin, some make him stronger, others give him more stamina. During their fight in the golden house, Childe was so confused to see Aether shove 4 whole jade parcels in his mouth and then it was all over from there.

- Teleportation. Aether doesn’t know how nobody’s noticed the “fancy red statues” turn blue whenever he gets there, but he’s glad. He was a little nervous though, seeing Albedo examining them in an attempt to figure out why all the statues across teyvat were suddenly active, and what they even did. Nobody thinks he can teleport per say, but they do notice he’s nearly everywhere at once. Some people have started joking that he’s a second Noelle.

- Speaking of everywhere at once, (for multiplayer fun) Aether can split himself into 4 forms. And then those 4 forms can each have 3 separate other forms to switch between. It makes bosses very easy, sometimes he’ll have one running errands while the other’s do stuff and help people. Some question how he gets so many rare materials in such short amounts of time, but all of it is chalked up to him being good at fighting. He’s really glad Liyue and Mondstat aren’t in close contact though, because if the people he knew crossrecorded the times they were with him, they’d began to realize he’s sometimes in two places at once.

I see your “protective big bro aether” and raise you this

Feat Aether, but he’s the number one chilumine shipper.

Feat Lumine, finding Aether and hoping he’ll go all protective big bro to finally get her to snap out of her weird tsundere love face and kick Childe’s ass properly only to find out he more than approves.

Aether: He’s rich, He’s hot, He’s thoughtful- what more could you want???

Lumine: HE’S PART OF THE FATUI

Aether: Tsk, minor detail

Lumine: HE’S (probably) COMMITED CRIMES

Aether: I mean, who doesn’t like crime?

Lumine: HE LITERALLY TRIES TO FIGHT ME EVERY WEEK

Aether: Is there anything more romantic than the heat of battle?

Lumine: YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BEAT HIM UP FOR ME

Aether: Why? You can do that yourself.

Lumine:

Aether: lisTEN, EITHER YOU WOMAN UP AND ADMIT YOU LIKE HIM OR I MARRY HIM BECAUSE GOD DAMN-

my fave drawing of the sibs!!

(ignore my old sign lolol)

i like to think that as our journey goes on, our traveler does subtle things to try and keep "pieces" of their twin's appearance with them, like lumine growing out her hair and maybe aether cutting his so they can remember each other 🫶

Just something small.

Confessions Of Memories. | • 7.

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Days had started overlapping with blurred faces and rotting emotions that dried on the hill that was her memories. Her feet could only remember one dance, and that was to shuffle around the room of scrolls and books. Her mind was clattered, rearranging the books in pointless positions.

"You've been so mindless, gosh! Take a week off, that should be enough." Her co-worker sighed.

Please don't fire me.

I'm ting my best. I promise.

The sun made its way down the sky as she left, leaving her key with them. Her body was as heavy as broken heart. Her eyes were burdened with bags of dis-ease, yet empty with confusion.

One person was to be forgotten, yet they kept disappearing. No matter how many wishes of her mother's she pushed herself to fix, she was still left forgotten.

She slid the door open, letting her hair down. She glanced at the hairpins, hopelessly rolling them around in her hands. The house smelt of burnt rice, the flowers that grew outside dulled without water. Maybe she could tidy the house.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her body just felt too heavy.

"Jiji? Are you there?" Xiao asked softly, peering his head through.

He saw her, quietly glancing at the window he was perching on. He exhaled in relief, his eyebrows relaxing.

"What's wrong?"

"I wanted to come and personally thank you, but you weren't there."

"Just, my memory has gotten foggy."

Are you beginning to forget me?

"Ah." He stopped.

"Yeah."

His hand clenched, his lips twitching with a frown. His heart choked in his chest.

Summer.

The hot night wafted the area with a starless night, and a lonely moon. The wind brushed his scent onto her. She smiled, despite her chest aching. The emotional agony was sitting at the back of her mind, the dull reality of her eternal life being paused by his presence.

He brushed kissed her forehead, as if to kiss her doubts away.

Of course it could never work.

But, she'd like to pretend. The temporary feeling that grew, only had so much space.

"Please stay, Xiao."

"Call my name, whenever you need me." He looked at her once more, his hand resting on her head softly.

With that, the wind that burst around her left only a hint of him in the room. Once again, she was alone.

Her bed made her hostile. What nightmare was on the menu tonight? Whether it was marble or molded faces, she didn't want to see it. What could she do? Beg?

"Mei?"

"Who else brings you to the beach?" She chuckled.

"This is your favourite moment at the beach, isn't it?"

The sun spiralled into the ocean, the sky tinted with setting grey. The sand was cold, and damp. The small rocks were littered across the vast area. Her face was missing once again, but she could see her expression.

It was smothered.

"You have a good memory." Mei pranced.

"Sometimes,"

Sometimes I can't remember want I want to.

"Sometimes?"

"It feels like a curse."

"How can having a good memory be a curse?"

Li looked felt her eyes burn, as she grabbed Mei's arm, her grip pleading.

"Because whatever I remember never makes me happy." She sniffled.

"It's tiring. I'm forgetting everyone. I don't want to. I don't want to!" Her voice was absolute, the beach dead with her resolve, Mei silent.

She sighed, patting her head.

"How much happiness are you going to sacrifice?"

You don't have to live like this.

-

Confessions Of Memories. | • 4.

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Mine never wanted me.

My father is something of a dead myth, and my mother was a criminal.

A perfect upbringing for me really.

Li Jing looked to the unfinished diary entry, the words burning through her pupils. Her eyes constricted, as she cradled herself, shoving it away with her foot. She scrunched her raven strands in her fist, as she chewed on her lip.

XXXX

My dream got eaten last night..

But I'm recovering.

"Xiao wasn't responsible, was he?" She sighed, to no-one in particular.

That was the truth. The secret that she so desperately needed to tell him. To at least chip away at his guilt- even slightly - wasn't possible. He would never know, because she would never tell him.

XXXX

I don't want to stay with her.

The page lay unfinished.

The next week after the entry, Li Jing was alone.

Loneliness plagued her life without hesitance. She dragged herself through a path that only led to more loss. Yet if she stopped, she would betray her mother. Being loyal to her mother was the only thing she needed.

She wished.

Li Jing shuffled to the door, quiet as she looked to the dawn that was illuminating him. Xiao was perched there, like his usual self. His breaths paced, body stiffly stuck in one place. She sat beside him, watching the sun glide over the debris of the moon.

"You really need to relax sometimes." She glanced at him.

"Hmph. And where's the time for that? Liyue isn't a place for rest."

"Then where is?"

Xiao hummed, looking to her arms. Her arms, were probably warm. But they had also probably forgotten him.

"Well what about you then?"

"History doesn't rest, so I can't either."

"Promise me you'll rest." His eyes clicked with her own, his tone soft.

"I'll keep the promise if you rest as well."

"Fine."

He leaned forward. He hesitated. With her eyes screwed shut, a soft warmth was pressed to her head, his sleeve dragging across the wood as he retracted. Li Jing's cheeks flushed, as her heart was pierced with ache once more.

"What are you guys doing?" The Traveller looked up to them, sleepy and worn with leftover fatigue. Xiao arched his brow, gracefully landing infront of the Traveller. Li Jing took the stairs down.

She linked arms with the Traveller, leading them away from him.

"The book you picked wasn't easy."

"Why?"

"The memories of the author are dead. None of their memories were clear."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I'll need to meet this village's historian."

She brushed her hair rapidly, taking her two hairpins out of her side pocket.

"Who gave you those hairpins?"

"These? Oh."

"One is from Xiao."

Her face flushed red with fever. Days were blurring together as she looked to the outside, which had a quiet pond. The only thing keeping the days apart was Xiao.

His eyebrows were furrowed. Xiao leaned closer, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her head. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue, the cold cloth on her head slightly aiding her.

"Get well soon, please." He murmured, placing a hairpin in her hand.

She held his hand, a soft smile glazing her face.

"The other is from my best friend."

The summer sun was set on the water, as they padded through the sand, their arms gritty with wet sand. She paused, dirting her dress as she searched for an item.

"Mei your dress!"

" My mom doesn't care. Here! I got us matching hairpins! "

"What'd she look like?"

"I can't remember."

-

"I remember you! You must be the village historian?" Li Jing quipped.

"Yes, it's an honour to meet someone who has been documenting for centuries."

Her chest creaked with unease. She looked at his dark eyes, chuckling lightly.

"You knew the author?"

"Quite well actually. She passed on just a decade ago."

"I hoped she lived well."

"She did, being the great- granddaughter of Honghui. "

"Honghui?"

"I'm going to marry Hui! "

"You're only ten!"

Mei huffed, crossing her arms.

"True love doesn't wait, does it?"

"I can't believe she's dead. She was only 18!"

"Honghui is so distraught, he won't even leave his study."

"Yeah, he's an old name now. His tale is quite sad- moving on, you needed information for the book?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Make yourself at home."

"I'll be leaving in fifteen minutes, it's really not necessary."

She shuffled, tucking her sleeves to her side. The man glanced at her, his eyes lingering on her. Li Jing let her eyes fall to the table.

"No need to rush."

-

Confessions Of Memories. | • 3.

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Li Jing wished she hadn't taken the route.

She feared for him.

Of course he had lived hundreds of centuries that had built his immunity to wounds, there was nothing wrong with being cautious.

"We'll get to rest soon." She said subconsciously to the two.

Xiao nodded, whilst the Traveller was silent. Who is Mei? They looked to Li Jing, who beamed at them. They looked to the path again.

Li Jing was greeted by a little girl as they finally got to the circular village. The girl tugged on her sleeve.

"Are you staying over again? Everyone missed you. You barely visit after last year's Spring!"

Li Jing chuckled lightly. Her face fell flat, as she beckoned for the two to follow her. The path curved into a lively place, one of yellow hues and humble faces. As they settled in, she couldn't make contact with him.

He remembered; she could feel it in her swollen soul.

"So why did they need you right now? Couldn't they have asked someone else?" He murmured.

Li Jing looked at him for a moment before bursting out with laughter.

"I didn't know you whined." She pinched his cheek, prompting him to scoff.

He buried his head in the nape of her neck, his hands firmly around her waist. She hummed, filling in the last of her scroll. His affection was a plea for her attention. The ink finally finishing. They walked through the back of the village, leaving them to the stars.

His head laid in her lap, she stroked his hair. The moon smiled at the two, willing them to be together.

Except they weren't. The sunset stuck in the sky, unwilling to move for them. She dropped her things in her room, kicking it in so the door could close. The dust stuttered in the air as the door settled in place, leaving the three of them in the open area.

The birds chirped, the crows squawked.

"Make yourselves at home- for now."

"Going somewhere?" Xiao asked gently.

"Mhm. I won't take long."

She didn't have to walk far to find the rounded mound of grass and mold, littered with broken white roses and unfailing snow. Sunrays lulled on the grass, quietly expecting Li Jing.

She kneeled beside the mound, her hands curled up into delicate fists. The snow dampened her dress, as she scraped at the snow to mold a heart. She placed it ontop, and stood.

"I wish I could remember your face."

The path she walked back was one that left her empty, and senseless. She stepped back into the room, unravelling her hair. She placed her hairpins on her table. Li Jing stretched out the scroll, placing a weight on either end.

She loaded the ink.

There was a faint growl, one of pain. She paused, hearing the scraping of wood. Li Jing approached his room, his hoarse breathes filling the room.

A smooth wave of paralysis unclosed around her, hand outreached.

She hummed, like she would always do. She would just have to improvise for the harp that wasn't being played. Her throat grew brittle, as she stood from a distance, waiting for him to show any signs of relaxing.

His shoulders drooped.

A heavy silence filled the room, as they failed to make eye contact.

"I'll leave you alone. Call me if you need anything."

-

He poured hot water on the herbs, carrying it to her study. His hand hovered over the handle. Either way, he would still find her in her study, her hair like a black curtain over the book. He placed it beside her.

"Oh, thank you."

"How is the book coming?"

"Finding the memories that fit with this book isn't as easy as I thought."

"Maybe you need a break then."

She smiled to herself, closing the book as he sat opposite of her. She glanced into the glass, the hued water letting the petals fall to the bottom.

"...Sorry. I'm sorry for saying that. " She murmured.

Xiao crumpled his face, and turned to the side. What was he to say? I don't have feelings anyway. I don't deserve them.

"You don't need to apologise for that."

Her face grew faint, as she took a sip. As her tongue burned, she realized just how much she want to tell him. She wanted to tell him the truth.

-

Borrowing town memories was easy. Yet, as she sat in the place where the author once was, she could not remember. In fact, she was beginning to forget. Her eyes dulled, waiting for midnight to strike.

"It must be difficult being a historian. You constantly ignore your life to record others."

Li Jing looked at the Traveller. She smiled gracefully, fixing her posture.

"You could look at it like that. I like to look at it like an escape."

The Traveller sat beside them, resting their hands in their lap.

"I wanted to ask,"

"Who's Mei?"

"I'm not ready to answer that." She faltered, fiddling with her fingers.

"Is that why did you become a historian?"

"That wasn't because of her. I'm just naturally indebted to Liyue."

"Naturally." They thought to themselves.

"You're lucky to have a fate of your own." She chuckled.

The Traveller quipped a brow, to find Li Jing's gaze averted to the sky.

You're lucky,

To have parents who wanted you.

-

Confessions Of Memories. |• 2.

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The night had drooled over the residue of day, leaving them to head there themselves. Xiao paced ahead, leaving the Traveller and Li Jing in his dust. A dull ache rested in her chest from seeing only the back of him.

The flowers bloomed before them, as she gently clutched his hand. He stood stifly next to her, as she scanned the garden for a specific flower. Her hand slipped out of his own, as she sat amongst them. Her hands fumbled with the flower stems, until she reappeared.

"Kneel."

He didn't need to hesitate. Buckled down to one knee and she rested the flower crown on his head. The white petals frittered amongst his dark hair. She kneeled down to his level, smiling at him. He intertwined their hands, leaning in.

Yet it wasn't summer.

It was the cold of night, and her shoulder was throbbing with the pain of a bag weighed with books and scrolls alike.

Her lips twinged with yearning. Her eyes fell to ground, the small hope she once held diminished with a simple memory that lay in their restless wake.

"How'd you know Xiao?"

She looked over to the curious Traveller, burdened with their own weight. She squeezed a smile on her face, looking at the back of Xiao's head. Li Jing exhaled.

"We've known each other for a while."

The Traveller nodded their head sympathetically.

Xiao looked to the ground, his jaw tensed.

He wanted to stay. Anything to erase the lonely century he had spent. There was something that made her immovable in his memory. The seasons could blur, but he could remember her. How her face curved, how her gums would show when he tried to be humorous.

Only to lose her.

Wangshu Inn stood bright in the fog, as they hurried in.

They dispersed to their rooms, leaving the soft patter of rain to calm the souls that rested inside.

Her head sunk into the pillow, leaving her to sit vacantly.

A small wheezing came from his lungs, resting in her arms. His mellow smile faded with the words she couldn't hear. The suns in his eyes set, as the snow fell on his sorrowful sight.

Another body lay on their stomach, their death quiet. Her hair brown and dampened by the snow. A hand rested on her shoulder, patting her with a lack of affection. She looked to her blank face, her arms muddy with red.

Her m-

She gasped awake, clutched her bedsheets as her skin shedded thick bullets of sweat. Her heart throbbed, jolting her ribs.

Is this the curse of being immortal?

To ache?

She gingerly placed her feet down on the carpet, throwing on a robe. She creaked across the hallway, exhaling as she got to the balcony.

The small click of metal startled her.

His eyes clicked with his own. Xiao's eyebrows furrowed. He looked away. Xiao looked out to the town below, the rain twinkled like stars. If she left now, it would only emphasize the damage. If she stayed, she'd have to endure the silence she had placed there.

"Did you cry?" He pondered.

She glanced at him.

"Your eyes - they're puffy."

She hummed softly, barely audible.

"I just had a nightmare, that's all."

They stood quietly, their hands brushing against each others.

He tried. He really did. But, her eyes held a heartbreak that was unfixable. His body was full of ache. He ached before he met her. He used to be the love of her life. It was clear he didn't deserve to be. Thousands of deaths that clinged to him was dragging him with them.

Is this retribution?

"Jiji, you should get some rest."

He looked over to her limp state. He sighed, scooping her up in his arms. He sat by her side, unravelling her bun. Her hair sprawled around the bed, wisps covering her face. The cold air seeped into his lungs, and he couldn't help but sleep.

-

Dawn came and the only evidence of him being there was his soft, mild scent. She stayed there quietly, inhaling her pillow. She separated herself from her bed, and eventually sat with the two. The Traveller tried to read her inscribed scrolls, their face pruning with wrinkles. She chuckled nervously, tapping her cheek.

"It's illegible, isn't it?"

The Traveller quickly dismissed her words, excuses being mounted into a mess. Xiao sighed, drawing them back to silence. His eyes were averted, looking over her sprawled scrolls.

"The book has been around for a long time, and should've probably be burnt by fire." Li Jing pondered, squeezing her notes into a small handheld notebook.

"So the book is protected?"

She nodded, avoiding looking up.

"Luckily I had a lead before we left. An old lady I know has links to a man who has the family archive of these books."

"Is that the Mei you were referring to?"

Li Jing was quiet, the restless noise of other customers filling the void. Her pen harshly drilled through the crisp page.

How could she respond? If she told them now, they wouldn't be able to get the letters, and she'd be a failure and looked down on with disdain. If anyone found out about her she'd be a disappointment to her mother.

She didn't want to disappoint her mother.

"Jiji?"

Her mother trusted her.

"Li Jing."

She trusted her.

Oh, she couldn't. If anyone found out she was cu-

"Li Jing!" Xiao snapped.

She looked at him, quiet with embarrassment. The table sat uncomfortably between them, until she chuckled lightly.

"Sorry, I live in my head too much- anyways, the shortcut will save us some time. We don't have to walk too far at all." She dismissed herself from the table.

The Traveller looked to Xiao, their eyes bleeding with confusion. Xiao looked at him, exhaling softly.

"Mei...That name is important to her. I'd advise you to stop saying it so much."

The Traveller nodded to themself, flustered with the oblivious mistake.

Mei,

Is she dead?

-

Taking a deep breath and counting backwards from ten

Some soft and afkdjjs Dewther for @miasmaghoul ♥♥♥

my little genshin.. my little genshin aaaaaaa my two hyperfixations converged and i couldn't resist so.. genshin characters as ponies! yippee

Stars and What They Could Be

(A Genshin Star!Twins Oneshot)

Aether and Lumine were a pair of stars.

Lumine is brightness, illumination. She shines bright enough to fill the void with soothing light. Unrestrained, she burns everything that turns her way.

Aether is the space between the sky and the heavens. He is the gap between atoms, the space where time wavers, the gateway from the mortal to the immortal realm. With nothing to fill him, he is a grey void, empty of any soul and spirit.

Together, they complete each other. Aether gives Lumine a space to shine; Lumine gives Aether life and love. Without the other, they spiral into despair. Aether becomes a drained husk of a person. Lumine burns herself out until there is nothing left.

For as long as they have existed, they were together. They were born in the blurry beginning nothing-everything of the multiverse; they were built into the entropy of life itself.

Aether and Lumine are not the pair of twins that fell onto Teyvat, not entirely. The twins are a part of them, a human form to observe and learn about everything they can. Their bodies, despite being made of starlight and pure intent, and still made to imitate the most common lifeform in any world. Constrained into a biological shell, they cannot contain all of the existing power they hold. Instead, they act as a conduit that can shape and alter the worlds they visit.

The multiverse is vast and ever-changing. At any given time, there could be hundreds, millions, trillions of Lumine and Aether’s, whether they seem like it or not. They are the universe’s way of monitoring the various worlds and keeping the system running. If they find an issue, they interfere. If they find something interesting, they are free to explore as they please. As long as they are doing their job in some capacity, they are completely autonomous.

The form they take and the experiences they have impact them. While all Lumine and Aether units are inherently identical at the time of their creation, nothing remains the same throughout interaction. They create personalities, relationships, preferences, quirks, and so many other little details that make them unique to each other. Some see their counterpart as a sibling, some a friend, some a lover, and some even an enemy. Many even simply treat the other as a coworker, despite their endless amount of time with them.

But this isn’t about them. This is about our Lumine and Aether; a pair of twins who fell onto Teyvat and witnessed the greatest injustice of their time. When they attempted to leave, they were stopped, and now they are playing a complex and ever-changing game of gods and allogenes.

Well, Aether isn’t. Aether is on his cottagecore arc.

The universe is built on entropy, and in the end, that is all they are.

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this oneshot is a sort-of "prequel" to my ongoing fic on ao3 (specifically built off the "aether is on his cottagecore arc) ^-^ if anyone happens to be interested, my username is the same as my tumblr. have a good day!