Koganekin
Your local yuurei
Hello everyone ! I hope you all are doing well and feeling creative. I’m Citrinitas, a 21 year old female located in GMT+2.
I’m sure we’ll have all the time in the world to get acquainted, so in the meantime, allow me to try to get your attention (っ˘ڡ˘ς)
I would love to have a complex story mixing action, long tirades, angst and surely romance if that's something you all are into. I don't develop a lot in my ads, but that's because I really prefer coming up with a story directly with my partners.
(You may ask me for a writing sample !)
Lately, I've been craving something very angsty and violent - partners prioritizing this will come first !
First of all, here are a few things you should know about writing with me:
REGARDING OCS:
→ Please have a character sheet ready for me to read !
→ Be ready to headcanon with me !
→ I will roleplay any pairing, whether it's MxF, FxF, MxM FxNB, MxNB or NBxNB
→ Your character HAS to be 18+, there will be no exceptions. No, I do not care if your 10 year old looking girl is really 500 years old.
REGARDING AUS:
→ I do not want to write modern AUs
→ I love transformation AUs (where characters have wings, animal features, mermaids, fictional creatures...)
→ Fantasy AUs may be fine - no matter what, I may be swayed if we headcanon about it long enough !
Here is what I ask of you as a partner:
→ Literate / Novella (400/1000+ words)
→ Past tense - 3rd person
→ OOC chat and plotting required !
→ Long term, complex plots
→ Be 18+
→ Please be ready to play side characters along with me !
Now, regarding fandoms:
✧ Genshin Impact ✧
Pairings I would like to write:
Kaeya x Albedo
Alhaitham x Kaveh
Characters I would like to play as:
Albedo
Alhaitham
Childe
Kaeya
Diluc
Ei
Zhongli/ Morax
✧ Star Rail ✧
Pairings I would like to write:
Sampo x Gepard
Characters I would like to play as:
Sampo
Welt
Dan Heng
Jing Yuan
✧ Fire Emblem: Engage ✧
Characters I would like to play as:
Griss
✧ Fire Emblem: Three Houses ✧
Characters I would like to play as:
Dimitri
Felix
Edelgard
Byleth (Male)
If you are interested, please DM me - do not litter the post !
→ Writing Samples !
I’m sure we’ll have all the time in the world to get acquainted, so in the meantime, allow me to try to get your attention (っ˘ڡ˘ς)
I would love to have a complex story mixing action, long tirades, angst and surely romance if that's something you all are into. I don't develop a lot in my ads, but that's because I really prefer coming up with a story directly with my partners.
(You may ask me for a writing sample !)
Lately, I've been craving something very angsty and violent - partners prioritizing this will come first !
First of all, here are a few things you should know about writing with me:
REGARDING OCS:
→ Please have a character sheet ready for me to read !
→ Be ready to headcanon with me !
→ I will roleplay any pairing, whether it's MxF, FxF, MxM FxNB, MxNB or NBxNB
→ Your character HAS to be 18+, there will be no exceptions. No, I do not care if your 10 year old looking girl is really 500 years old.
REGARDING AUS:
→ I do not want to write modern AUs
→ I love transformation AUs (where characters have wings, animal features, mermaids, fictional creatures...)
→ Fantasy AUs may be fine - no matter what, I may be swayed if we headcanon about it long enough !
Here is what I ask of you as a partner:
→ Literate / Novella (400/1000+ words)
→ Past tense - 3rd person
→ OOC chat and plotting required !
→ Long term, complex plots
→ Be 18+
→ Please be ready to play side characters along with me !
Now, regarding fandoms:
✧ Genshin Impact ✧
Pairings I would like to write:
Kaeya x Albedo
Alhaitham x Kaveh
Characters I would like to play as:
Albedo
Alhaitham
Childe
Kaeya
Diluc
Ei
Zhongli/ Morax
✧ Star Rail ✧
Pairings I would like to write:
Sampo x Gepard
Characters I would like to play as:
Sampo
Welt
Dan Heng
Jing Yuan
✧ Fire Emblem: Engage ✧
Characters I would like to play as:
Griss
✧ Fire Emblem: Three Houses ✧
Characters I would like to play as:
Dimitri
Felix
Edelgard
Byleth (Male)
If you are interested, please DM me - do not litter the post !
→ Writing Samples !
Albedo’s memories after getting struck by the Lector were hazy and blurry.
He remembered seeing dancing lights on the ceiling, clashing to the sound of muffled screams and fierce blades.
His whole body felt like lead. Was this what death was like ? An unending sea of darkness where even pain itself faded away into nothingness stretched on and on before him endlessly.
His memories themselves were fading away, along with the consciousness of his body.
Did he have tears to shed ?
The alchemist wasn’t sure anymore. Everything and everyone he loved became more blurry in his mind the more he tried to remember. He was going to turn into chalk again, wasn’t he ?
Nothing would remain of him. There wouldn’t even be a body to bury – only a handful of white dust to scatter in the wind.
Surely, his soul would wander the Mare Jivari forever. It was the soul of a lesser human who couldn’t even complete his mission, and for what purpose ? Protect someone who had witnessed the birth and death of countless stars and would witness countless others either way ?
She would forget about him sooner or later. Dying for her sake was pointless, but Albedo couldn’t pinpoint a reason as to why he did it.
“Master was right. I don’t understand anything.”
The alchemist had spent three centuries of life trying to understand this world – Lumine’s very existence proved that all this hard work was nothing more than a drop of water in the ocean, or a speck of dust in the starry sky.
“Master ? Will I, too, ascend to Celestia upon the day of my passing ?”
Albedo remembered asking Rhinedottir this question countless years ago. It was during yet another one of their delves into the domains of the Abyss that the two of them encountered the dead bodies of what seemed to have been other humans.
The woman had explained that once a living creature reached the time of its end, its body would return to the flow of the earth while its soul would ascend past the mortal plane and be granted eternity in the afterlife, and Albedo had made the fatal mistake of considering himself a living creature.
“Hm ? Albedo, are puppets alive ?” She simply replied.
“No, they aren’t.”
“Then, you have your answer.”
“But, I am not a puppet.”
Albedo seldom understood what his Master had in mind.
In front of people, she treated him as a miracle of life and alchemy, whereas when they were alone, she never allowed him to simply think about himself as a human.
“Aren’t I a human, Master ?”
Perhaps she wasn’t wrong.
In Mondstadt, few were the ones who would miss him out of affection and not simple convenience.
Sucrose and Timaeus would have to find another teacher, and most people would simply ask once, “Have you seen Albedo recently ?”, the other would nod, and that would be all.
Only Klee and Alice would miss him. As for Lumine… He wished this was also the case.
In a way, he wasn’t too different from the Ruin Guards and other robots wandering the land of Teyvat. People came to him when they had needs or wants of something material, an item or a favor.
Then, perhaps giving this semblant of life to save a real human from a few hours of pain was worth it.
Was this the truth she wanted him to find ?
Either way, this was fine, Albedo decided.
He simply wished that he had found the courage to confess his feelings to her before this. Of course, she wouldn’t do much of them – surely simply cast them away or politely ignore them, and he didn’t mind.
Light suddenly blinded his half open eyes.
He wasn’t sure what was happening. He saw white, gold and red. Everything felt blurry and muted.
There was so much red.
Someone was here. They were red, and leaning over him.
Albedo attempted to lift his hand towards the red patch dripping on the floor.
“...I’m… s…”
He was unable to think, let alone speak. Even though he felt like he had put in enough strength to lift his arm to the sky, not even his finger lifted off the floor.
Then, something grabbed him, and the light faded for a moment once again.
—-
When Albedo came to, a gentle light was warming up his body, as well as a fluffy blanket that covered him up to his neck.
Everything hurt – from the top of his head to the very end of his toes, but he at least felt less delirious than before.
When he looked to his left, the pale figure of Paimon hovered over him worriedly.
Ah, yes. The Lector, and the lightning…
Slowly, the prior hours came back to him. The domain, the fight, and…
Lumine.
She was hurt – badly hurt. She was bleeding, and she was…
Albedo looked around him.
This wasn’t the domain. It was a welcoming and comfortable bedroom. The pictures framed on the walls indicated that this was her home.
“Not so fast…!” Paimon jumped as the alchemist leaned forward to get up. “Lumine is taking us to Mondstadt, alright ? You’re hurt, so you need to stay in bed !”
“She… is hurt, too.”
Words still had trouble coming out of his mouth, but he obeyed.
From the small movement he had just made, he knew he wasn’t fit for walking, let alone search for her. All he could do was trust her to be safe, and come back soon.
She hadn’t forgotten about him.
She put herself in danger for his safety, and even though the guilt was eating him alive, the thought soothed his aching heart.
Lumine…
This was her home, as well. Everything that was here was hers, belonged to her. Albedo slowly nuzzled into one of the pure white fluffy pillows. It had the same scent as her – the scent of a flower he did not know. She had the same fragrance as those nights he cherished so much gazing at the stars in the sky, wondering if there was something beyond this world – something even more beautiful than life itself, life that transcended the universe and bore witness to all that happened and would ever happen.
Ah, what he would have done to be part of this miraculous person’s life. Everything told him he should be grateful if he ended up being nothing more than a stray pebble on a path she would walk on once in her eternal life, but… It was in the nature of humanity to be greedy, wasn’t it ? He could never travel the worlds with her, or make her wait until the end of his own life, yet he wanted this so badly.
Albedo was getting lost in the gentleness of his own fantasies and dreams, and he clung to the pillow softly, feeling himself drift off to sleep once again before a sudden noise kept him from visiting the reality he dreamt of yet once again.
“...ief alchemist ? Mister chief alchemist…? Can you hear me ?”
A gentle voice made him open his eyes. The young Deaconess stood before him with a worried look on her face.
It appeared that they had made it back to Mondstadt after all. And if Barbara was here, then surely she had taken care of Lumine beforehand.
Albedo watched the young woman step closer and commented about the flow of elemental energy before placing her hands on his covered chest.
Slowly, a cooling feeling of flowing water took over his body, seemingly washing away hours of pain and suffocating agony. The alchemist let out a sigh of relief, before attempting to sit up once again.
“Deaconess Barbara… Thank you so much. I… I need to see Lumine now.”
Ignoring the young sister’s pleas, Albedo left the bed and let the spiraling vortex take him out of the pocket dimension as Paimon followed.
The alchemist found himself in the cathedral.
Lumine was there, too.
A trail of blood retraced her path into the city, and she was panting and pale.
Albedo stared for the briefest of moments. It hurt. Seeing her like this, it hurt. He immediately turned to Barbara who had just come out as well.
“Hurry ! Why did you help me first ? She needed it more. She needs it more. Help her, now !”
His voice sounded desperate and almost heartbroken.
He remembered seeing dancing lights on the ceiling, clashing to the sound of muffled screams and fierce blades.
His whole body felt like lead. Was this what death was like ? An unending sea of darkness where even pain itself faded away into nothingness stretched on and on before him endlessly.
His memories themselves were fading away, along with the consciousness of his body.
Did he have tears to shed ?
The alchemist wasn’t sure anymore. Everything and everyone he loved became more blurry in his mind the more he tried to remember. He was going to turn into chalk again, wasn’t he ?
Nothing would remain of him. There wouldn’t even be a body to bury – only a handful of white dust to scatter in the wind.
Surely, his soul would wander the Mare Jivari forever. It was the soul of a lesser human who couldn’t even complete his mission, and for what purpose ? Protect someone who had witnessed the birth and death of countless stars and would witness countless others either way ?
She would forget about him sooner or later. Dying for her sake was pointless, but Albedo couldn’t pinpoint a reason as to why he did it.
“Master was right. I don’t understand anything.”
The alchemist had spent three centuries of life trying to understand this world – Lumine’s very existence proved that all this hard work was nothing more than a drop of water in the ocean, or a speck of dust in the starry sky.
“Master ? Will I, too, ascend to Celestia upon the day of my passing ?”
Albedo remembered asking Rhinedottir this question countless years ago. It was during yet another one of their delves into the domains of the Abyss that the two of them encountered the dead bodies of what seemed to have been other humans.
The woman had explained that once a living creature reached the time of its end, its body would return to the flow of the earth while its soul would ascend past the mortal plane and be granted eternity in the afterlife, and Albedo had made the fatal mistake of considering himself a living creature.
“Hm ? Albedo, are puppets alive ?” She simply replied.
“No, they aren’t.”
“Then, you have your answer.”
“But, I am not a puppet.”
Albedo seldom understood what his Master had in mind.
In front of people, she treated him as a miracle of life and alchemy, whereas when they were alone, she never allowed him to simply think about himself as a human.
“Aren’t I a human, Master ?”
Perhaps she wasn’t wrong.
In Mondstadt, few were the ones who would miss him out of affection and not simple convenience.
Sucrose and Timaeus would have to find another teacher, and most people would simply ask once, “Have you seen Albedo recently ?”, the other would nod, and that would be all.
Only Klee and Alice would miss him. As for Lumine… He wished this was also the case.
In a way, he wasn’t too different from the Ruin Guards and other robots wandering the land of Teyvat. People came to him when they had needs or wants of something material, an item or a favor.
Then, perhaps giving this semblant of life to save a real human from a few hours of pain was worth it.
Was this the truth she wanted him to find ?
Either way, this was fine, Albedo decided.
He simply wished that he had found the courage to confess his feelings to her before this. Of course, she wouldn’t do much of them – surely simply cast them away or politely ignore them, and he didn’t mind.
Light suddenly blinded his half open eyes.
He wasn’t sure what was happening. He saw white, gold and red. Everything felt blurry and muted.
There was so much red.
Someone was here. They were red, and leaning over him.
Albedo attempted to lift his hand towards the red patch dripping on the floor.
“...I’m… s…”
He was unable to think, let alone speak. Even though he felt like he had put in enough strength to lift his arm to the sky, not even his finger lifted off the floor.
Then, something grabbed him, and the light faded for a moment once again.
—-
When Albedo came to, a gentle light was warming up his body, as well as a fluffy blanket that covered him up to his neck.
Everything hurt – from the top of his head to the very end of his toes, but he at least felt less delirious than before.
When he looked to his left, the pale figure of Paimon hovered over him worriedly.
Ah, yes. The Lector, and the lightning…
Slowly, the prior hours came back to him. The domain, the fight, and…
Lumine.
She was hurt – badly hurt. She was bleeding, and she was…
Albedo looked around him.
This wasn’t the domain. It was a welcoming and comfortable bedroom. The pictures framed on the walls indicated that this was her home.
“Not so fast…!” Paimon jumped as the alchemist leaned forward to get up. “Lumine is taking us to Mondstadt, alright ? You’re hurt, so you need to stay in bed !”
“She… is hurt, too.”
Words still had trouble coming out of his mouth, but he obeyed.
From the small movement he had just made, he knew he wasn’t fit for walking, let alone search for her. All he could do was trust her to be safe, and come back soon.
She hadn’t forgotten about him.
She put herself in danger for his safety, and even though the guilt was eating him alive, the thought soothed his aching heart.
Lumine…
This was her home, as well. Everything that was here was hers, belonged to her. Albedo slowly nuzzled into one of the pure white fluffy pillows. It had the same scent as her – the scent of a flower he did not know. She had the same fragrance as those nights he cherished so much gazing at the stars in the sky, wondering if there was something beyond this world – something even more beautiful than life itself, life that transcended the universe and bore witness to all that happened and would ever happen.
Ah, what he would have done to be part of this miraculous person’s life. Everything told him he should be grateful if he ended up being nothing more than a stray pebble on a path she would walk on once in her eternal life, but… It was in the nature of humanity to be greedy, wasn’t it ? He could never travel the worlds with her, or make her wait until the end of his own life, yet he wanted this so badly.
Albedo was getting lost in the gentleness of his own fantasies and dreams, and he clung to the pillow softly, feeling himself drift off to sleep once again before a sudden noise kept him from visiting the reality he dreamt of yet once again.
“...ief alchemist ? Mister chief alchemist…? Can you hear me ?”
A gentle voice made him open his eyes. The young Deaconess stood before him with a worried look on her face.
It appeared that they had made it back to Mondstadt after all. And if Barbara was here, then surely she had taken care of Lumine beforehand.
Albedo watched the young woman step closer and commented about the flow of elemental energy before placing her hands on his covered chest.
Slowly, a cooling feeling of flowing water took over his body, seemingly washing away hours of pain and suffocating agony. The alchemist let out a sigh of relief, before attempting to sit up once again.
“Deaconess Barbara… Thank you so much. I… I need to see Lumine now.”
Ignoring the young sister’s pleas, Albedo left the bed and let the spiraling vortex take him out of the pocket dimension as Paimon followed.
The alchemist found himself in the cathedral.
Lumine was there, too.
A trail of blood retraced her path into the city, and she was panting and pale.
Albedo stared for the briefest of moments. It hurt. Seeing her like this, it hurt. He immediately turned to Barbara who had just come out as well.
“Hurry ! Why did you help me first ? She needed it more. She needs it more. Help her, now !”
His voice sounded desperate and almost heartbroken.
As expected, Kaveh was being cooperative – and much to Alhaitham’s surprise, he wasn’t asking questions. He probably was just about willing to do anything to escape this situation – even though he knew he would never be okay with Cyno being involved. Without questions on Kaveh’s part, the Scribe expected about a week’s time at most before Tighnari came to talk to the blond about it – well, more like to scold him. This amount of time should be enough to get a hold of all the documents and help he needed from Kaveh. Then, whether or not he chose to throw a fit would be irrelevant.
“Good,” Alhaitham nodded. “I will gather everything for tomorrow morning.”
Still, his breath got stuck in his throat when the blond innocently asked if he should meet the specialist – Alhaitham kept his composure and replied: “It’s not necessary for the time being. The whole situation is recorded in the documents, and if you went to see a lawyer, wouldn’t that heighten the risk of people from the Akademiya seeing you ?” It wasn’t a lie – it was simply a suggestion. Nothing about this was deceiving; if Kaveh did go to a lawyer’s office, then there was indeed a risk of him being seen. “As for a bodyguard… I am acquainted with Dehya. She is indeed expensive, but she is one of the best. Unfortunately, she isn’t in Sumeru City as of now.”
Alhaitham had kept in touch with the desert-dweller after the whole Lord Kusanali situation – Dehya was easy to get along with, and she didn’t seem to mind the Scribe’s antipathy too much. It was more or less a transactional relationship, and that was fine with him.
“I suppose I will keep you safe myself if I must,” Alhaitham finally sighed without really thinking about it – only then did he regret saying this. Still, he continued, trying to erase any hint of worry from his words.
“For someone who loves to remind me that he’s older than me, you sure don’t act the part. Try to stay away from trouble. I don’t want to be working overtime.”
With this over with, Alhaitham joined Kaveh at the dinner table, and took a moment to look at the sheer amount of dishes in front of him. It was sometimes impressive just how much Kaveh could get done when he was in a good mood. He wasn’t going to say this out loud, but he really couldn’t wait to dig in. The plate that was more akin to a building model caught his attention first – the man let out another sigh. Yes, it was indeed beautiful. But what was the point of spending so long building it when it was meant to be eaten ?
He almost felt bad for it and hesitated, his hand hovering over the plate.
“It’s… very intricate. But why go through so much trouble when it has to be broken down to be eaten ?”
Alhaitham eventually had his heart set on another dish which would give him a lot less guilt upon being eaten. It was a plate full of fried golden samosas, chubby with hearty filling and slightly glistening with oil. He took a bite, his mouth immediately bursting with delicious flavors – the man nodded quietly, staying silent for a moment before taking another bite and waiting to be done not to speak with his mouth full.
“Mh hm. It’s delicious.”
“Good,” Alhaitham nodded. “I will gather everything for tomorrow morning.”
Still, his breath got stuck in his throat when the blond innocently asked if he should meet the specialist – Alhaitham kept his composure and replied: “It’s not necessary for the time being. The whole situation is recorded in the documents, and if you went to see a lawyer, wouldn’t that heighten the risk of people from the Akademiya seeing you ?” It wasn’t a lie – it was simply a suggestion. Nothing about this was deceiving; if Kaveh did go to a lawyer’s office, then there was indeed a risk of him being seen. “As for a bodyguard… I am acquainted with Dehya. She is indeed expensive, but she is one of the best. Unfortunately, she isn’t in Sumeru City as of now.”
Alhaitham had kept in touch with the desert-dweller after the whole Lord Kusanali situation – Dehya was easy to get along with, and she didn’t seem to mind the Scribe’s antipathy too much. It was more or less a transactional relationship, and that was fine with him.
“I suppose I will keep you safe myself if I must,” Alhaitham finally sighed without really thinking about it – only then did he regret saying this. Still, he continued, trying to erase any hint of worry from his words.
“For someone who loves to remind me that he’s older than me, you sure don’t act the part. Try to stay away from trouble. I don’t want to be working overtime.”
With this over with, Alhaitham joined Kaveh at the dinner table, and took a moment to look at the sheer amount of dishes in front of him. It was sometimes impressive just how much Kaveh could get done when he was in a good mood. He wasn’t going to say this out loud, but he really couldn’t wait to dig in. The plate that was more akin to a building model caught his attention first – the man let out another sigh. Yes, it was indeed beautiful. But what was the point of spending so long building it when it was meant to be eaten ?
He almost felt bad for it and hesitated, his hand hovering over the plate.
“It’s… very intricate. But why go through so much trouble when it has to be broken down to be eaten ?”
Alhaitham eventually had his heart set on another dish which would give him a lot less guilt upon being eaten. It was a plate full of fried golden samosas, chubby with hearty filling and slightly glistening with oil. He took a bite, his mouth immediately bursting with delicious flavors – the man nodded quietly, staying silent for a moment before taking another bite and waiting to be done not to speak with his mouth full.
“Mh hm. It’s delicious.”
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