Hi! Im The Person Who Requested The Ghost Headcanons And I Really Enjoyed Them! :)

Hi! I’m the person who requested the ghost headcanons and I really enjoyed them! :)

Thus I’ve returned... and I shall target the archons next! /j

(Note: Reader is not part of the seven)

One day, a mysterious creature is discovered near the borders of their nation. It doesn’t seem to possess ill intent nor predatory instincts. In fact, it hardly displays any distrusting behaviors. Of course, due to the intriguing circumstances, Traveller, reader, and the respective archon decide to pay a visit.

Strangely, as soon as a tiny glimpse of reader appeared, the creature flocked to them like a life force. The Traveller watched amusedly while it circled reader like a moon, bubbling joyfully as it did.

“It’s happy to know its god is here.” The Traveller states, smiling lightheartedly.

Aw, that’s cute- wait WHAT?

• Divine Not Forgotten •

AHHHHHHHHHHH your starters are so 💙👌 I should really start calling you by a specific alias 🤔. With instances of Dvalin Azhdaha and the salt God I love the room for creativity in between since there used to be a great amount of gods pre archon war (at least that how I understood it). The question of how the reader is still roaming will be left vague :]. Not gonna lie this is probably my favorite request that I've written for among all other reqs so this was definitely a treat ^ ^.

When you're reunited with a being who knew you once:

The winds carried a different scent one day, it wasn’t any special occasion either so the sudden shift in composition among the zephyr urged the Knights of Favonius to ask the Honorary Knight to investigate the location of the change, along the way they bumped into you and Venti.

They met you not long after their heroic acts in the City of Freedom, you were spotted idling along the small ruins that were scattered at Stormbearer Mountains, you weren’t like the bard they came to know rather, it’d be more correct to compare you to Boreas yet you weren’t part of the four winds were you? 

Regardless, they deemed you no immediate threat and agreed to keep your divinity a secret. After all you were a peaceful resident of Springvale occasionally helping with managing what was claimed after the villagers’ hunts. You were one of the few who knew how to properly send off a soul who passed away.

A deity of crossing, it's been so long since you’ve been to a place that you once dwelled as a figurehead. A revered being who guided fallen stars between the planes of life and death. And now here you were in another set of old Ruins being smothered by a rather energetic creature with fur softer than dandelion and antlers as bright as ivory yet one can’t call it a deer exactly.

“Well hunters usually meet their end in forests and the likes, I guess the critter followed you back then on certain nights. The perilous war forced you out of your usual abode!- and so did they, but only now did you meet each other on the road~”

Venti’s hypothesis felt fictitious coming from him and his delivery but the line of events makes sense to you. Noticing your confused expression the furred creature nuzzled its face on your cheek, simply excited to finally reunite with their god after so many years of endless searching.

The look on its face didn’t go unnoticed by the golden haired traveler and the Bard, even Paimon felt soft towards the scene sensing the ease in tension on your expression after it finally sank in that you finally found someone who remembered you or who you once were.

It never left your arms that day, after some discussion with Lisa they permitted you to keep the creature in your care. Every now and then you two would trek the Whispering Woods with no one but the gentle breeze to accompany your group.

The people in Springvale eventually warmed up to the critter especially after seeing how enthusiastic it was with assisting around their quaint village. It somehow knew the affection you held for the people here regardless of whether they worshiped you on a pedestal or gave you genuine gratitude for your presence there.

Wherever you go, they’ll follow. Whatever you wished for, they prayed for it to, as long the winds keep them near you then they couldn’t ask for more whether it's through a storm or a passage of breeze,

Liyue was vast, that was something everyone can’t deny. And as vast as it was, so were the divine that once roamed its terrains. Despite the landscape, the adepti had no problem monitoring every nook and cranny there was to the nation of contracts.

You, however, didn’t expect the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor consultant to seek you out at Guyun stone forest, the hypocritical gentleman exposing your divinity when he himself was keeping himself under wraps, but since it was Liyue’s hero and savior with him you had minimal complaints.

Just what urged you to agree to come was beyond you, then again intuition played a prominent principle in this geo ruled nation so perhaps deep down you just knew that you were to gain something on this trip to Lingju Pass. It goes to show how close you were to bodies of water.

A deity of Tranquility one can say, yet in the aftermath of the war you chose to make residence in another god’s tomb. Water had always made you feel at home and the people who once seeked water as a projection for peace were your former followers. Your trip down memory lane came to a halt when you felt your cheek partially splashed with water droplets from a creature swimming mid air surrounding you as if there was an invisible river around you.

“Liyue houses many beings, each rightfully roaming down a path of their choosing. Yet some refrain from carelessly wandering without their guide… it seems you helped this little one out of its stagnant routine.”

Zhongli’s comment barely registered due to the fish-like creature occupying your attention and hearing. It excitingly tried manifesting hydro images as if trying to explain and validate its enthusiasm to see you, its former god before ruins occupied this area.

You couldn’t call yourself lonely, but you couldn’t deny how the creature’s presence momentarily pulled you back to the time when you calmly walked along the moist pathways leading wanderers who seeked peace away from the scarily ambitious citizens that resided dead center of this rocky nation.

The traveler was aware of your pride, and they admit that it was something they had to learn to get used to everytime you two crossed paths at the stone forest south of the ruined mining village. But witnessing the rather humane affection tour gaze held towards the water borne creature nudged their opinion of you into a better light.

Nowadays, whenever ships or boats passed by where Osial laid forcefully to rest, they'd hear the faint splashes of water on the intricate land forms, yet they weren't like the ones made by hydro abyss mages, it was always accompanied by faint subtle fits of laughter you can't keep to yourself.

Amused by the creature's antics as it slowly reunemerated the history, your forgotten history, as a divine that made an impact on the few people you led. Water contained memory, but the creature was more than willing to create even more memories to come, ones with you in them.

The archipelago nation had no trouble following a strict code of authority especially considering just how many supernatural beings resided here. The nation of eternity was rich in diversity concerning creatures but seldom ever needed the personal attention of the current Archon of Electro.

The series of cases in relation to the Sakura ley lines had finally settled, Raiden personally made rounds in the nation to see that all is well, perhaps this was the right call for the next thing they knew she had asked the Traveler to call for your presence from Byakko Plain. Just why exactly well-

An avian like creature arose from its century long slumber, causing a ruckus in a specific area near Chinju forest. Raiden deduced that it was awoken by some presence and knowing who used to be revered around these parts- it may have been disturbed from its sleep after sensing a ley line memory of your former visage during the rifthound cases.

Traveler finally arrived with you in tow, a deity of Navigation left to flee from this secretive forest of mist. Your footsteps along the dried leaves had already caught the attention of the luminous avian like creature, its restless nature slowly inducing into great thrill. Circling your figure ever so happily as it then perched itself on your hand, it's elongated tail reaching to your knee level.

"It must've taken refuge here after the great disaster fell on Inazuma... you, I assumed was its patron. I have a feeling that they're the sole remainder of your lost brethren that gave guidance amidst this plane. As thick as the mist is, it didn't stop it sensing the leaked memories that had spread recently."

You've only ever heard of the accidents from marching Tenryou soldiers that passed by your current residence. You left so abruptly that time that you never even had time to grieve those you weren't able to bring with you, your final order having been to evade whatever dark force plagued the thunderous land.

But this creature resting on your calloused hand didn't seem to hold any sort of grudge towards your melancholic self, in fact it seemed more relieved that you're here the day it snapped out its otherwise eternal slumber.

Byakko Plain earned itself another creature to watch over their crops, whenever unwanted beings from the abyss dared step foot on the perimeter of the village, a flight of shadow immediately flocks to notify you to which you'd go and handle the unwanted guests yourself.

The villagers felt your significant change in demeanor, it wasn't something they can vocally describe but there was a sudden glint in your eyes that felt contagious to the residents, and each of them grew a fondness for your new companion. They may not know your godly background but you offered a guiding light through the storms of the nation of eternity.

The Shogun learned of yet another type of eternity, the relationship one keeps close despite the whereabouts of the other party.. this, was most likely the eternity Makoto felt when she laid in wait for her inner self to finally realize the truth.

Just to spice things up 👀

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HAVE FUN!! AND YOU’RE FREE TO REBLOG AND PLAY WITH THAT!

what sketchbook do you use? is it the limelight brand it looks familiar

Before I answer I want you all to bare with me because this was just a generic brand from SM (bought it at SM north edsa to be specific) their stationary department is nice but the branding is questionable on my end- I saw it on the shelf and it was a cheaper alternative to Limelight (which was what I first intended to buy but they were out of stock of the blank ones TwT)

So behold:

Never seen the word therapy so yassified- but yes this- I think it's almost the same GSM as Limelight(?) It does bleed with alcohol markers but it holds water based markers just fine. Not much feathering from fineliners to.

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The young ravenette looked out the window of the cafe, even the tinted glass didn't stop her gaze from falling onto the horizon lined by the ocean. Getting ready for the day was one of her most peaceful moments, taking the time to check everything but this time... she felt a rather odd sense of comfort from where her stares lingered.

"Something good is about to happen, and when it does... the moonlight will bare witness to the ocean's doings."

It was a fleeting whisper barely audible, yet heard by two other helpers hiding within the shadows of the unopened Cafe. With an amused chuckle she gave one final peek to the azure waves before going back to her business. Perhaps a message in a bottle will flow adrift once more.

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A mermaid lurks in the waves of her home. Her secluded mangrove roots created a perfectly private home. While there weren’t any dancing anemones and colorful corals, it was home. The marine creature weaved herself out of the tangled roots and kicked up some sand as her fins swayed in the ocean waves carrying her out to the open sea.

The mermaid’s pale yellow-grey tail glimmers as she quickly swims into the depths of the blue waves to where she finds a familiar abandoned shipwreck; it is where her treasury of pearls is safely hidden away from greedy thieves. Past the wooden doors overgrown with flowing green algae, colorful corals, and anemones peacefully welcome the mermaid shark. The sun shines brightly onto the turquoise blue and slowly descends into beautiful dark navy waters–quaint-filled small knick-knacks and shelves full of glass bottles and some with paper scrolls.

Light brown webbed hands reach out to the cramped selves and retrieve four filled orbs and bottles. Each item had odd silhouettes and surface dweller’s flora. The shark mermaid swims towards and makes her way down the rotting overgrown wreckage. Starlight hair sprawls behind her as the items in her faintly scared arms clink and clank along her movements. 

The mermaid swam to the darkest depths with familiarity etched into her actions as the mer-woman turned into a dimly lit cave. The dark and gloomy area’s atmosphere is in stark contrast to the sunken ship’s somewhat familiar yet somber aura. Despite how it may seem, the dreary cave helped the marine creature focus, and it acted as a secluded room for her to continue her work with little to no interruptions. Despite its initial usage as a workroom of sorts, the starlight-haired woman found it comforting and used it as a way to spy on the land.

The centerpiece in her hidden room was a large rock cauldron, the lip of a pot’s spindle-like stalagmites giving as dangerous allure as the shark-mer approaches as the foreboding centerpiece. The bottles and orbs clink as the young creature’s gills open on her neck and sides of her shark end. Gingerly allowing the fragile trinkets to float in the water before her golden interested gaze. Even though the eerily ambiance of the cave would make it hard to see the minute details of the ornaments for other humans, she wasn’t human, now was she?

“Hm, What to choose. Each one has the essence of the people it represents. These two,” The mermaid grasps the cork sealed glass containers, white shadows of a short-haired and long-haired figure, walking in opposite directions. The red encrusted seared bottle was simple in aesthetic but what it lacked in eye candy made things more interesting. The yellow-bowed glass seemingly was full of stars and a miniature tree as the long-haired figure looked forlorn.

The mer-shark turns to the last sky-filled the jar with butterflies, and lean-looking fiery flowers outstretched to the insects. The bejeweled orange bow floats in the waters as the white-haired woman experimentally pokes at its invisible wall. The bottle limply tilts and rotates before her with an amused smirk curling on the mermaid’s face. The last items differed from the glass-filled bottles, two orbs filled with flora and rare growing see-through crystals.

“Or, these others, quite the predicament.” Indecision ebbs into the mermaid as white strands float behind the woman as nothing answers her rhetorical question. ‘I wonder how long I’ll have to stay down here, and I do have a business on the surface to tend to up there.’ The shark-mer thoughtfully glances toward the keen selection as a webbed hand reaches towards one of the floating items and raises it to her eyes. A quizzical expression appears as she violently throws the glass into the cauldron. A thunderous cloud explodes, and streaks of color appear and illuminate the darkened cavern. Soon the clouds start to come and absorb unnaturally, forming into useless shapes at first.

Mother-like coos roll from the mermaid’s tongue as she urges the abnormally swelling bubble to configure itself into something more visible, something more telling.

A purple mist bursts from the swelling bubble, and a young man with brown and red hair appears before in the mist. His face cooly steward as he looks off. “Zane Fredrick, a man, stranded to Royal Sword.” {See post}

A gentle mix of pink, blue, and green seeps into the grey cloud as it pops. A young woman with a focused expression on her face. “Monica Cyrus, the woman stranded in an unknown world. Hm, more than one person from mysterious circumstances… Odd.” {See post}

Vibrant reds and yellows take over and writhe. The cloud gathers together and shows an outline of a lizard or a dragon. “Professor Lòng of Royal Sword.” {See Post}

The vibrancy of warm colors mellows and transforms into gentle pastel colors. A pair of slips appear in the cloud as the mermaid reaches the last orb. “Leif Sinter, the 1st year of RSA with a little secret of his own.” {See Post}

The last orb in the shark’s possession was a humble flower-filled looking glass. As she recounts this person’s name and drops the bubble into her cauldron, the mist turns into a black outline of a rosebud. “Roselio Cantilena, quite literally the baby of this bunch.” {See Post}

“That looks like all of them, as of now. Hope they’re all doing well.” Lifting her chin from propped up hands as she looked on in mild intrigue, a tired sigh pulled from her lips, and she looked to the entrance of her small hideaway to see a nameless merman in her doorway skeptically. Calling out, “Sherbert Wellman? May I speak with you?”

Tagging: @rrasado @anevilbunnyinthehat 👉👈

"You meant...this.?" 《✒》

Someone mentioned it being maid day and ig this old sketch is relevant now ...? Have Maid Phoebus at your service (exclusive to the young masters and mistresses of Ramshackle sorry not sorry twst boys-)

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Momentarily closing my inbox due to irl schedule ( ^-^ ) will open again on Saturday with the last sent requests yesterday, thank you for the first batch of reqs I've had the honor of serving :D

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