Any Tears Of Themis Fans Here? I Just Started Playing Not So Long Ago, And I Have To Say I'm Pretty Hooked

Any Tears of Themis fans here? I just started playing not so long ago, and I have to say I'm pretty hooked onto it..

Artem seems to be getting hurt an awful lot and that one card with him tied up gave me some inspiration, so here's some art lmao

May be considering writing for this fandom now too...👀❤️

Mora For Your Thoughts?

Zhongli is always interested in what you have to say, no matter what it is.

★彡penny for your thoughts, zhongli edition.

"Mora for your thoughts?"

You smile up at your husband, whose question has pulled you out of your midday reverie. Zhongli sets the tea tray he’s been holding on the table, settles beside you on the couch with a tender smile and kisses your cheek, eagerly awaiting your answer.

"Well," you begin, "I was wondering why cats get nine lives, but dogs don't."

Zhongli rubs his chin thoughtfully. "A fascinating question. In fact, I seem to recall a story from centuries past that tells the story of a cat and his dog companion, and how they once compete for immortality." He pauses, knowing that the story will take all evening to narrate - which he will only do if you're fine with it.

You rest your head on his shoulder, knowing full well that any story from Zhongli's internal archives is bound to be a treat. "Go on." There is tea, and there is time.

******

"Mora for your thoughts?"

Sitting by the windowsill, you keep your gaze upon the clear sapphire sky up above. "I was just wondering what it would feel like to soar in the sky, unfettered by the troubles of the world below."

Zhongli hums. "If I weren't living strictly as a mortal, I would love to let you ride on my back across the skies."

You turn to him, a big smile on your face. "Wow, really? In your dragon form?"

"Of course, dearest. Though I doubt that would be possible at present, but perhaps one day." He, too, now looks up into the blue, blue sky.

You shake your head. "It's the thought that counts! Just imagining it makes my heart race! I've always wanted to ride you - I...I mean ride on your back while you're in dragon form..."

Zhongli throws his head back and laughs, a pleasant, rumbling baritone that never fails to make butterflies erupt within you. With golden eyes full of mirth, he says, "For now, I shall regale you with descriptions of the sky and clouds from my own experiences. Would you like that?"

"Yes please! Tell me all there is to see and experience alongside the loftiest birds!"

And thus, your husband kisses your forehead and begins to narrate his skyward anecdotes, each description more vivid than the last, until it feels like you are up there in the skies atop a draconic Zhongli, feeling the wind race across your face and the clouds split into tendrils like cotton.

******

You narrow your eyes down at the book you're reading, utterly displeased with the direction the author's taking. Though you suppose it's to be expected of a run-of-the-mill romance... still, you sigh and look up from the novel, finding Zhongli's own inquisitive gaze upon you. He is reading a book as well, but for now chooses instead to focus on his beloved.

"Mora for your thoughts?"

You smile at the fondly familiar question. "I just find it frustrating how, in the novel I'm reading, the main character is more attracted to the man with anger issues and a drinking problem, rather than the level-headed and genuinely kind man."

"Ah, a case of second-lead syndrome, hm?"

"Yup," you affirm, and then sigh again, "it wouldn't be so bad if the romance scenes were at least well-written. None of them seem romantically-charged at all. It's frustrating. There's so many things the author could have done..."

"Is that so?" Zhongli sets aside his book, his eyes carefully trained on you. "Have you any suggestions?"

It's an innocuous question, so you answer without hesitating. "They could've had a scene where they were pressed together in a tight space, or had to share a single bed at a busy inn...and their kissing scenes are drier than the Desert of Hadramaveth! I would've liked it if their kisses had both passion and tenderness."

A soft chuckle, and Zhongli is now cupping your cheek. You lean into his touch contentedly as his thumb draws soothing circles along your cheek. "Shall we enact your romantic fantasies and make them a reality?"

Saying this, your husband kisses you, equal parts tender and passionate. What follows makes sure you know firsthand that what you two have is miles more powerful than words in the pages of a book.

good things to pay attention to more often

the color of trees

clouds and how they look different throughout the day

the different colors the mornings can have. sometimes it's an orange hue and sometimes pink and sometimes it's too misty to tell

pretty color schemes in random places (the trees and your neighbors wooden patio and the color of their car)

the states of the vehicles passing you by, dents and scratches and the different trinkets suspended from their rearview mirrors

the sound of silence

the shadows the lights cast in your home, like how sunset looks different than sunrise, and the shadows the sun casts look different than those of your lamps and candles

pretty details in buildings and houses like certain types of windows or doorknobs or archways

the movement of things in the wind. flags, leaves, flowers, people's hair and coats

' How lucky you would be to catch a sight like this '

I love how this turned out and I truly cannot stress that enough. I haven't felt this happy about an art piece of mine in what feels like ages! Not saying I don't feel happy/proud of my other pieces, just saying that this one is just above all of those. It was a comfort as much as a passion to work on this. It's my lockscreen now❤️

My babies ❤️

This is just an AU of sorts where Jerenika lives during his time as the Prime adeptus as an immortal creature herself. I love them, you honor akwjeo2iek

Give me Zhongli/Morax prompts for his birthday.

SFW and NSFW welcome. Probably gonna write them in drabble format but may expand on it if I like the idea 👀

okay but but but

i want to kiss zhongli. like, i want to know what it’s like to stand on a bridge over a stream as the reader has their first kiss with them in the golden rays of the sunset.

i want to confess to him poetically in hopes to woo him. uavaizvdjabahavghqvahsa i love himpls

A/n: jaiwjwwj Felt that, fr though where can we find a man like him pls. got me googling Zhongli bf. Anyways - this may be one of my favorite drabbles for him :') Made some changes the scenery, hope you don't mind. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request too! <3 and- Happy Birthday, Zhongli!!🌙✨

Contents: fluff, use of (Y/N), gender neutral

"Zhongli.."

The towering figure stopped halfway across the bridge, his brow rising in inquiry as he turned his body to look at you.

"Yes? Is something the matter?" The deep soft timbre of his voice called back, alluring and warm, welcoming in all the senses of the word. Yet, your heart picked up its beat unusually so, and you knew the reason why. He saw the concern lay in your eyes, mingling with other emotions he could not recognize in the moment and the downward tug at your lips had his heart clenching. A flurry of thoughts hailed in your mind and it took effect on your body, tensing your shoulders and your hands you held together. Zhongli fully turned to face you, closing the distance between you and giving you an even more worried look when he heard your nervous chuckle.

"I have.. something to tell you. Will you please listen to me? I will not hold you for much longer, but I simply need to get this off of my chest" - you spoke at long last after clearing your throat, the nervous smile not quite reaching your eyes, and surely being the opposite of convincing. You look up at him, finding him nodding firmly, the answer already inscribed in his eyes before he even said it - “Of course, I will always hear you out”.

And there it is again, the pipsqueak voice at the back of your mind, screaming in anticipation and cheering and causing a cacophony of sounds you couldn't focus on all at once. His gloved hands brush against yours as he takes them in, brushing his thumbs over your knuckles in hopes to comfort you, to ease whatever burden that weighs your soul down. “What troubles you, my dear..?”

A faint choked sound rasps against your throat before you forcefully clear your airways again, smiling all the while as if to comfort both of you. “I just.. have been feeling very odd recently… And for a while I didn't know why, it confused me a lot and it was the reason why I was so.. blue and distant, I suppose I can describe it like that. But now, I believe I know the reason why. And I am ready to confront it” - you began, voice evened out but breath shaky. Zhongli nods again, patient. You wanted to continue, but a ship with no wind is a slow one, and the light shine of relief in Zhongli's eyes acts as a further anchor. After a pause he dares to be pushy - “Well, what is it?” And the look on his face is hardly the face of a hard man some described him to be.

Staring at him, locking your eyes onto his - those eyes you loved so dearly you dreamed many a night of them - you can see concern fill in them once more. But he is keeping his composure. For you. And warmth floods you with that thought, setting fire beneath the soles of your feet and adrenaline flows through your veins.

“Zhongli..” you breathe out. His head perks up again at the call of his name and he blinks at you when your palm rests against his cheek. It felt too sudden, but it felt right.

“People say you go alone if you want to go fast, don't they? I heard it a long while ago.. And until now I went by that.. But lately, I found myself questioning my ways, my routine and if that is really what I wanted. The reason I was not feeling myself was because I was uncertain of my emotions. .. Not simply for my work and life, but for a certain someone. Because, people also say.. you go together if you wish to go far. Never have I thought of it that much. But having met you, and spoken to you night after night and day after day, sharing drinks and food and stories and so much more, I came to understand I wanted to go far with you, Zhongli. And you.. You may deny it but you are the best thing that I have come across in my life, you have a big heart, and you never looked quite as handsome and beautiful as you do under the moon- Zhongli…” you pause to breathe, and only then notice the faint appearance of a smile across his lips while his eyes widened. You hurry, perhaps nervous your courage would flee or that he would interrupt you, for you failed to feel the way his grip tightened on you, and his eyes glazed the more you spoke.

“I wish to love you, and to be with you and be loved by you…if you are to accept it. Forever, if we can. Until the hills go flat and until the rivers dry and it snows in summer.. I love you, Zhongli” - you finish, but wish to speak more as you finally found your winds, propelling you onward. But as you go to open your mouth again, the man before you takes your hands in his again and brings them to his lips. Peppering them with kisses he silences you and chuckles, in disbelief at what his ears reported to him. His heart is racing just as yours is - a heart of stone is a heart nonetheless, and you unearthed it long ago.

“In all my years.. and not a single confession as pure as this..” he muttered, smiling against your hand before he brought your knuckles to his forehead, cherishing the feeling and subtly praising you with the gesture. “(Y/N), you truly mean what you said?” he asked softly as he picked up his gaze.

“Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't have given my breath to those words.. I mean every word.” with that confirmation his eyes shined, and for a moment you thought you saw tears reflect on his lash line. Not only have you ignored your heart and breath, but you failed to notice the tears that gathered in your eyes. Zhongli brings his hands beneath your eye and sweeps his thumb under it, being so gentle in doing so.

"I've been mortal, or so I wish I could say certainly…But some part of me is mortal now, I'm no longer like my fellow Adepti.." - he chuckled faintly, the words slipping off of his tongue like honey even in his light unease. His hands held yours, letting them hang between your bodies languidly as he gazed down at your eyes. Not even the silver lamp of the moon could hide the darkening of your cheeks, but it made it all more endearing to watch for the old Archon. “My dear (Y/N)...” he sighed softly, looking at you in pause as you wondered of his answer.

“What is it..?”

“I love you, as well. And wish to spend my days with you, as much as time allows it. I never would think you shared the same feelings as I, truly - but for once I am more than joyous to see how foolish I was.. in a way. But I could have held you sooner if I thought about it and if I came to you before about this... (Y/N), will you be with me? Be mine?”

Your eyes widened, and your grin spreads up to your cheeks and his own expressions reflected the crinkling of your eyes, the pure mirth that shined. “Yes! I will, I…” you exclaim, perhaps a bit too loudly for the quiet environment, but you knew that the only witness to your love now was the full moon itself, and you knew the moon wouldn't mind.

“May I, then?” - he inquired, his hands sliding to your waist and like puzzle pieces coming together, your arms circled his neck out of pure nature. The affection didn't feel foreign nor strange. It felt homely. It was warm and made you crave more. No other embrace you gave him felt as wholly as this, now with both of your emotions on display.

He sees you nod, and your eyes tell him all else. Zhongli dips his head down and you meet him halfway, brushing your lips against his as well as your nose, before molding your lips into one.

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