jasminebythebay:

A first page of the comic. The first panel, which takes up the entire first half of the page and serves as the background of the entire page, is a top down view of a cafe in Fontaine. It is raining heavily, casting the entire world in blue with the exception of the warm light from inside the cafe. In the second panel, we see Kaeya sitting by himself in the cafe watching the rain outside while holding a cappuccino. He is seated at a small, round table, with a modified version of his signature fur cape thrown onto the back of the chair. He is wearing a fontainian variant of his outfit, with a large black hair bow, a dress shirt with sleeves that fully extend to his hands and end in lace, and a blue, uncropped vest with floral embroidery on the front. The front of the cafe opens with a jingle in the next panel, and a person with a classy, gold-tipped shoe steps inside. "Sir Kaeya," they call, catching Kaeya's attention in the final panel.ALT
Neuvillette is revealed to be the speaker. He wears a small smile as he walks towards Kaeya. "Monsieur Neuvillette!" Kaeya exclaims with a laugh in the next panel on the top right. "What a pleasant surprise!"  "Please join me!" he says offhandedly, with one hand raised. "The pleasure is all mine," Neuvillette replies as he lowers himself into the window seat across from Kaeya, in the next panel right below the previous panel. "I hope Fontainian cuisine has been to your taste?" "Indeed it has!" Kaeya replies, as a waiter arrives at their table with a glass of water for Neuvillette in the last panel on the bottom right.ALT
"It's just a shame we can't enjoy it outside," says Kaeya, with a pleasant smile while directly facing Neuvillette. "Since it's been raining nonstop since I met you." "What an unfortunate coincidence." As Kaeya says this, he opens his eye to look out the window, revealing a blue eye with a 4-pointed star. Unbeknownst to him, Neuvillette says nothing as he looks directly at Kaeya's eye. The rain continues to pour outside.ALT

i see injustice in your eyes

This was inspired by one of my moot’s tweets!

AU Kaeya visits Fontaine for trial on behalf of a denizen  The case is settled, but the grave injustices Neuvillette sees suffered within the four point star of Kaeya’s eye causes rainfall for many days  "Will you join me for tea? It's far better than steeping in water outside"ALT

and here’s a snippet for the full fledged fic they’re writing for this idea so you should totally go follow them on AO3

"Human nature is as fickle as the currents of an ocean--never stagnant, constantly in motion." Neuvillette speaks his mind, "As such, I have recently come to understand this is the root of the common saying that 'time heals all wounds.' However, I do not believe this sentiment to be an absolute truth."  "And why is that?"  Neuvillette stares into Kaeya, right through him and beyond. Far beyond the four-pointed stars of a far-gone legacy.  "The grave injustices you have suffered know no remedy."   "I believe you are mistaken. After all, I wasn't the one on trial today."  "Of course not." Neuvillette harrumphs, "The persecution I am alluding to has no safe harbor in the just prosecutions conducted within the Opera Epiclese. If you were ever tried in Fontaine's Court, there would be no grave injustice to speak of."ALT

gold-rhine:

gold-rhine:

regarding kaeya not realizing ppl hit on him in hangout, i think its not like general case that he never gets it, its something that goes back to his transactional view of interactions

like due to his low self esteem and being burned on close connections, he can’t process people being nice to him or wanting to be around him without any “reward”. He needs to put every interaction into “I receive X, you receive Y” framing, this is why he uses his “favors” list.

like he consciously tries to at least form a group of people who he can count on liking him and wanting to spend time with him without immediate reward (him explaining friends vs informants in hangout, his voice line of “lets not make this relationship transactional” to the traveler and so on), but even then he reflexively keeps trying to “reward” friends for interactions

and for him, being nice and friendly with someone and listening to them is also a type of reward. This is literally what he does as spymaster in a tavern, he charms people into telling him secrets, which is basically “You receive me being nice and friendly to you, I receive info\favors, etc”. So when someone unprompted gives HIM the “nice and friendly to you” attention, he’s like ??? ok what do you want out of this tho

so like, i think if someone hit on him with like clear lets get out of the club rn intentions, he would process it easily, bc “reward” person wants out of him is sex. but when its like group of strangers (i.e. not in “friends who like me without bribes” group) who are nice and friendly, but are not openly stating clear reward goal in return, it doesn’t parse for him that its bc he’s hot and they like him, and thats how normal human attraction works

i think he was not like oblivious completely with the sumeru guys, but actually a bit paranoid at first at them like haha great and what do i owe for your hospitality then, and they were just normal pp like??? chill, nothing, we’re just having a good time. at which point he went ???? i guess they’re in a good mood??? if they are just giving out positive interactions for nothing??? wow sumeru is an outlet huh 

also he’s not shy. he picks up criminal in a tavern and gets them to tell their secrets. he enjoys public performance and improvisation. he walked up to a stranger and said he’s Nigerian Mond prince Albert Rich and brazenly scammed him. he walked out in a new costume, saw director literally crying sobbing at the sight and was like “huh? is that all it took?” 

kaeya has intersection of bad self esteem, guilt, self-loathing and chronic “i don’t belong” syndrome that make him withdraw from people, and this also combines with him wanting genuine connection, but only interacting with ppl through the pleasant mask leaves him unsatisfied and he fucks off bc he thinks what ppl want from him is him performing a charming persona.

he’s not shy, he’s whatever emotional equivalent of touch starved is when he thinks he’s like. radioactive to touch.

feluart:

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Back when studying at Sinegard and competing against a spoiled cry baby brat were the hardest parts of life 🥹

ephemeralzenith:

silly little thought time about the poppy war from a silly person thinking: [SPOILERS]

i hate the way some characters treated rin in tpw; the poppy war is all about cycles, and i think the biggest mirror is evidently altan and rin. the last speerlies, commander of the cike, control the phoenix, angry, addicted to opium, hurt who they love, went to sinegard - and SUCCEEDED at sinegard, too young for war, etc.

but there were some things that weren’t the same; rin was about three years younger than altan when she started commanding the cike. altan also knew how to use the trident since he was very young; like three/four and he pretty much mastered how to use weaponry. he was competent and had more experience than rin, since he was with the cike longer than rin was, while rin had about a year and became commander as soon as altan died, which was pretty emotionally scarring considering she becomes the ‘last speerly’ and carries altan’s legacy on her shoulders.

but everyone kind of treats rin like altan; as if she isn’t allowed to make the same mistakes as him, or even any mistakes at all. when she is addicted to opium, or angry, or wants to fight, they are irritated with her; ‘altan wouldn’t do this’, ‘if altan were alive’. but rin isn’t altan, they’re so astronomically not one another even though they ARE similar. rin carries the epithet of ‘the last speerly’ differently to altan - rin is a war orphan, she doesn’t remember speer, the first time she really is on speer is blowing up the mugenese after altan’s death: emotional, angry, raw, vulnerable, pained. altan remembers speer, he was happy on speer. altan is happy (as happy as you can be being the last of your kind after everyone you knew and loved were victims of a genocide your royalty sold you out for?) being the last speerly, but rin doesn’t know how to carry it because rin doesn’t remember speer, she hardly knows speer or the language or anything from it except it’s bloody history and the angry phoenix that goads her on and haunts her fucking mind.

the exact same thing for commander of the cike. altan had been in the cike so much longer than rin; he also completed the entirety of his sinegard training, and while sinegard was flawed, it definitely helped him become a commander and a strategist. altan knew his way around the cike, how everything worked, how to ‘cull’. when rin joins the cike, she had pretty much just learnt about the pantheon, didn’t know how to control - or even summon - the phoenix, and the only real example of a commander of the cike was altan trengsin, who everyone compared her to and she was pretty much just altan’s legacy. she loved him, she was in awe of him, and he was abusive and angry and volatile and overworked and spiteful and addicted to opium and secretive and traumatised. she wanted to be like altan because everyone treated her as if she couldn’t be anything else.

everyone wants rin to be altan, but she hardly even knew who altan was let alone how he controlled his powers or what fuelled him. rin makes unbelievably bad decisions - and so does altan, he does not have it any easier than rin - but everyone treats her like shit for not being altan as if he would do it differently when he really wouldn’t. if she can’t control the fire, ‘but altan could, and better!’; i guess that was why she was so adamant to use the trident. it was altan’s, perhaps she could be better than altan at something, but it just reinforced that though she was a mirror of altan, she was a failure at it. she was always less than altan in some capacity. reshaping the trident into swords was her way of regaining some shape of herself, and yet, in the end none of it mattered, because she became altan trengsin, just like she wanted, killing herself on her homeland that she doesn’t know anymore.

all this to say: justice for rin, my girl deserved better <3

AND JUSTICE FOR ALTAN HE WAS TOO YOUNG!!!

kaeyachi:

Kaeya runs after Klee across the vast and open grasslands of Mondstadt. Their giggles are scattered by the winds, sounding much like a duet between wind chimes and piano keys.

Diluc stares in wonder from a distance.

He swears he could see his father chasing both him and Kaeya across the very same fields. He could hear their giggles- like a symphony, being scattered by the same winds. His father scoops down and reaches for the red and blue blurs. He manages to capture the both of them, eliciting loud laughter and protests.


Then Diluc blinks.


The illusion falls. It was Kaeya, not their father, who managed to capture the giggling little girl instead of two young boys, spinning her around as he hugged her tightly.

Diluc may have his father’s hair.

His father’s nose.

His father’s mind.

He still isn’t like his father at all. In his opinion, his similarities with the man are all superficial.

Diluc feels an ache in his chest as he continues to observe the duo dance together, as if they were in their own little world.

Diluc turns around and walks back home alone with one thought in mind.


Kaeya is like their father in the ways that mattered the most.



- a companion piece to this post-

bloomeng:

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Ragbro dnd night…. 5 dead 17 injured

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