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@furetakunai ac_unit

(I understand that this is a story, but I feel as though this is as much Kiara's story as it is yours. So in the event that I'm right, I'm here for you anytime. <33)

~~ エジプト ~~

One: You will never be a god.

I woke up, confused. I walked around the empty room. Not knowing where I was. The room was white.. all white. I remember walking around aimlessly; trying to find a meaning for the solitude of my existence. No.. I had a life.. I had a family. ' Where are they? ' I thought as I continued to stumble around, looking for a possible way out.

Two hours in. No luck. What felt like forever.. I stopped walking. The silence, now keeping me company. I looked around, yet stopped; never bothering to look down.

I look below my feet.

A world. A world beyond words and description. It was peaceful. How could I have not seen it before?

" You are awake.." I heard a voice say.
" Where am I..? Who are you– Where, are you?" I replied looking around the white room once more, seeming to find no sort of end or way of intrusion.
" I am up. That is all. You're here.. because you perished."
" How?! I was sitting with my kids– W-We were playing games–"
" SILENCE. You're here to prove to us…. You can, someday, rule the world. As a powerful being.. a god."
I stood in shock, continuing to look for something to prove I was real; that everything was really happening.

" Prove you are worthy.." The voice echoed; hitting each endless portion of the room. I nodded, unsure of what to do. What I had to prove.

I stood there; completely still. I dared not to breathe. It felt as if air.. wasn't needed. Like I wasn't using any of it. " I don't remember how long I stood for, but suddenly, something happened.

" No.. No no no.. You're all wrong.." The voice chimed; the sudden noise making me jump slightly. ' I want to be a god..' I thought looking up and around.

" NO..NO..NO..NO!! YOU WILL NEVER BE A GOD. IT WON'T WORK WITH YOU."
" Please– Give me one more chance–" I begged, almost getting on my hands and knees. Before I knew it, the floor had vanished.
I don't remember how long I had fallen for.. I had closed my eyes.

" Prisoner 2502…. Your sentence is up… You're free to leave.." I heard.. before everything went white. I fell asleep.

@saor_illust school

58: Behind you

Her purple cat-like eyes gleamed in the dark, silky grey-purple hair cascading down her back in waves, and her 10-inch curved horns blending into the dark. A knife in hand, she clawed at the seemingly just-for-decoration collar on her neck, for it was the only thing left binding her to this world. "Goddammit," she murmured, the blade slipping time and time again. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to get the blade under the collar. The girl, with her lips the same shade as her hair and her pointed ears stopped struggling out of nowhere. She was sitting in the dark, teeth bared. Something was coming, and though it tried to be quiet and stealthy, nothing could escape her sharp hearing. She was already trapped here for her fucking horns, she was not going to let herself be hunted again.

Pretending to be occupied, she returned to trying to loosen the grip of the collar around her neck. Shit, she thought to herself, the knife dropping to the floor with a clatter, slipping out of her hand. But the creature, its footsteps neared and so she picked up the knife, standing up. Backing into the wall behind her, the cool cement didn't do a thing to ease her nerves. She looked around her time and time again, trying to find whatever was stalking her.

And then-
A light. A singular light, maybe that of a candle? It was dim, but didn't illuminate any sort of candle, and it sparkled in the dark, dancing up and down like a flame would. The girl stepped forward softly, her body trembling. "W-who's there?" she called out quietly. No response. Walking ever so closely towards the light, a piece of paper became visible, with some red scribbles on it. She paused, her eyes darting around. There was something off about this whole situation, and she didn't like it. Leaning her head ever so slightly forward to read the writing on the paper, she froze.

……………………………………

There, written in blood, were the words: Look behind you.

The girl turned stiffly, and before she could shoot the knife out, a creature all in black charged at her knocking her to the ground.
The guards of her prison couldn't have come fast enough, and by the time they arrived, she was already dead, her blood pooling around her and the now-bloody knife next to her.

One of the guards rushed to her side, putting two fingers on her neck. No pulse. "She's dead," he confirmed, his voice grim.

@caps_all_the_time

(58.(I don't remember how to reply to stuff, sorry!))

"–behind you."

They turned at the whisper, breath panting, heart pounding, fists clenched at the thought of her standing behind them–

"You've let yourself become too slow, too soft, like the rest of them: chattel for my whims." Her burning hand underneath my chin, the scars no one would notice cauterizing my hate of her creeping voice.

"What do you want, Althea?" My voice was ice, permafrost that would no longer melt for her. I flicked her hand from around my neck with an anger I hadn't known and didn't bother to fix the ashes I'd spread onto my skin to blend in with the sickly humans outside the cave.

"Why, whatever would I want from you? You're nothing special, not anymore." I unconsciously flinched at the mention of my lost potential, the unending throb of pain at the nape of my neck where they cut me off from my power naught but a reminder of the past.

"Spit it out, or leave. I don't want to do this right now." She laughed, a boisterious, mocking laugh that reminded my of the woman she used to be.

@ZephirFox8812

58: Behind you

Pine wiggled his feet back and forth off the edge. Thousands of feet below, he could just make out the shape of a farmer and his dog herd the sheep into the other paddock. It was his favourite time, when the farmer moved the sheep. A distraction.

As the man sighed and wiped his forehead, latching the gate, praising his dog and turning to get out of the noon day sun, Pine stretched and lay back, letting his wings fall neatly and comfortably either side.

The next time the sheep moved, it was raining, everyone was in a foul mood. Pine was sure he'd messed something up. No one nodded or smiled at him as they went to work anymore. The air rang with tension. Like a siren you aren't quite sure is actually there or if your ears are just ringing.

There was no relaxing this time. Pine didn't even notice when the farmer and his unhappy, muddy border collie left. He didn't notice wingbeats and footsteps behind him. He barely even noticed when someone tapped his shoulder and said "Behind you, Alpine."

Pine whipped around, almost tipping backwards over the edge. "Sir!" He quickly smoothed his jacket, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you." He paused. "Any of you." Three men flanked the speaker, one shifted nervously, the other two stared, unblinking, straight at him. Pine cleared his throat. "Is something wrong?"

@Bandito

58: Behind you

Pine wiggled his feet back and forth off the edge. Thousands of feet below, he could just make out the shape of a farmer and his dog herd the sheep into the other paddock. It was his favourite time, when the farmer moved the sheep. A distraction.

As the man sighed and wiped his forehead, latching the gate, praising his dog and turning to get out of the noon day sun, Pine stretched and lay back, letting his wings fall neatly and comfortably either side.

The next time the sheep moved, it was raining, everyone was in a foul mood. Pine was sure he'd messed something up. No one nodded or smiled at him as they went to work anymore. The air rang with tension. Like a siren you aren't quite sure is actually there or if your ears are just ringing.

There was no relaxing this time. Pine didn't even notice when the farmer and his unhappy, muddy border collie left. He didn't notice wingbeats and footsteps behind him. He barely even noticed when someone tapped his shoulder and said "Behind you, Alpine."

Pine whipped around, almost tipping backwards over the edge. "Sir!" He quickly smoothed his jacket, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you." He paused. "Any of you." Three men flanked the speaker, one shifted nervously, the other two stared, unblinking, straight at him. Pine cleared his throat. "Is something wrong?"

Moooooore! XD

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

59: Can't be too careful anymore

ok i just listened to a song that got me inspired to write an angry poem/song/thing that has to do with one of my characters lesgoooo (CW: this might be graphic and profane)

Clouded bottles smashed into sharp pieces
Don't cut yourself on the remnants of those people
I'm not sorry our existence threatened your consistence
I won't forget this when you marionette history

Eat shit with each bullet you hit to the innocent
Your grave's already got bones before you even pass
Your lousy justification for murder can fucking kiss my ass
All the fucking guns you dropped won't let us run

Your skin so much softer than ours
You shiver cause you don't have power
Your god won't help you kill our kind
No judge will defend your genocide

(ok this is unfinished but i got distracted eh knee weighs)

@nicestpancake

One: You will never be a god.

The small girl stands among her peers, in line to get on the bus. As she waits, she sees a strange man watching the line, and looks around. There's nobody else looking at him… maybe he's lost? She takes a step out of it, and starts making her way towards him. His piercing silver eyes could be recognized anywhere, if pointed out to someone. He seems to notice her small movements towards him, and as she stands in front of him, he leans down to better speak with her. "Hello, child. How are you?"

She looks up at him and smiles, "I'm good, mister! How are you? Are you here to go on the field trip with us?" She questioned, lightly kicking the pavement underneath her with the toe of her shoe, swinging her body.

He chuckled, shaking his head. No, he wasn't going on the field trip. And neither was she. He ran his hand through his hair, smiling at her. "You and I both know that that's not what this is about." She was, of course, a small child, and simply tilted her head. "You think you're clever, disguising yourself a s a child, huh?"

The little girl began to back away, and he grabbed her arm. Her own green eyes widened in terror, and she let out a small scream, reaching out for one of the teachers as he lifted her up. "You will Never be the god you want to be, you sick monster." He growled out, and of course, the screaming, crying child was noticed. He dropped her, backing away, and sprinting out of the school's front roundabout, across the garden and as far as he could manage.

The sobbing girl watched him leave in one of the teacher's arms, the teacher deciding instead to bring her to the nurse's office. Maybe she shouldn't go on the field trip, after that- after all, she probably wants her parents, right?

And what a lucky thing, too- the rest of the class perished that afternoon, when the driver lost control of the bus, and drove them off a bridge.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

59: Can't be too careful anymore

ok i just listened to a song that got me inspired to write an angry poem/song/thing that has to do with one of my characters lesgoooo (CW: this might be graphic and profane)

Clouded bottles smashed into sharp pieces
Don't cut yourself on the remnants of those people
I'm not sorry our existence threatened your consistence
I won't forget this when you marionette history

Eat shit with each bullet you hit to the innocent
Your grave's already got bones before you even pass
Your lousy justification for murder can fucking kiss my ass
All the fucking guns you dropped won't let us run

Your skin so much softer than ours
You shiver cause you don't have power
Your god won't help you kill our kind
No judge will defend your genocide

(OK WAIT IMMA FINISH THIS LIKE I PROMISED)

You think our extinction made you safe,
All you did was plant this seed with hate
What's wrong, can't take the pain at the door?
You said it yourself, can't be too careful anymore

Now here we are, two differences we stand
Did either you or I change what's in our hands?
That paranoia you follow dug your own grave
No, go on, look at all the lives you depraved

She was a fucking kid, he was a goddamn father
But when it comes to sympathy, you just couldn't bother
Take that disgusting idea that justifies your crime
And fucking shove it for the last damn time

@JustALostM book

Thirteen: Even your shadow won't follow you into darkness.

(OH MY GOD! This is perfect for something! It's alright if I use this old one, right? It kinda helps for a project)

@Bandito

Thirteen: Even your shadow won't follow you into darkness.

(OH MY GOD! This is perfect for something! It's alright if I use this old one, right? It kinda helps for a project)

yes pls do!

@saor_illust school

62: It had existed since the beginning of time.

((kind of a fanfic, but also not really, it's more me taking a canon character and writing something about him))

Zhongli stood atop Qingyun Peak, gazing out into the sunset, sighing. Having existed since the beginning of time, he had lived for many millennia, and had seen much. He was the oldest of the archons, and yet… there was this nagging feeling at the back of his mind that something was wrong, and no matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of it. After Lumine and Aether had departed the world of Teyvat, he couldn't stop thinking about them. It was something about the relationship that the two had–perhaps it was how they laughed so easily together, or how they could trust each other with anything, or maybe it was neither of those–but he knew that something had captured his attention.

On his last birthday, Zhongli was surprised when the twins had returned to Teyvat to give him a birthday gift. A "phone," they called it. Apparently it would still function in this world as well, they had made sure that the "battery" wouldn't die. They had taught him the basic functions–mostly the files and music playing. He remembered how the wind blew Lumine's hair back as she pointed out the file named "Liyue's Ruins."

"We composed a song for you while we visited the world called 'Earth.' Don't listen to it now, but listen to it when you need it. You'll know when that time comes," Lumine had said softly. "With that, we say goodbye. I… don't think we'll be back again. We miss you all, though."

Zhongli hovered his finger over the audio file, hesitating. Was this something he needed? It was certainly something he was tempted to do in the moment, he knew that much at least. Deciding that he'd listen to it anyways, he opened the file and let the melody wash over him.

It had been ten months since he'd received the phone, and this was the first time he was listening to the song. The gentle melody carried with it a wave of nostalgia and melancholy, and Zhongli closed his eyes, laying down on the edge of the cliff. "Liyue's Ruins" brought back many memories. The tragedies of the Archon War. Lost friends. And… the reason why Lumine and Aether attracted his attention so much.

He had been alone for far too long, and he had been okay with it for the longest time. That is, until they came along. Everytime he saw them or even just thought of them, he longed for a friend of his own to have, someone who would help share the burden of immortality with him, someone who he could trust and laugh so easily with. The memories flooded back, and Zhongli could feel something wet cross his left cheek. Was he… crying?

Zhongli sighed again. It was quite unfortunate that it was unlikely he'd ever get that immortal companion he so wished for. After stepping down from his archon duties, he'd lost touch with Barbatos, and now he had none to speak with 'til the end of time. But… it couldn't hurt to hope, could it? The corners of his mouth turned up ever so slightly, forming the tiniest smile. Someday you will come, my friend. And until then, I shall patiently await you, he thought to himself.