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𝘈 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘺...
—— MDNI.
—— Penned by #APOSTASYA
Pinned
“Ah. Got it,” he lies, nodding along as if he can see them and understand what on earth any of that means. It’s not as if he understands the modern state of the world—last he checked, Mondstadt was being flattened by a purple dragon.
“Maybe a knight…? I don’t know much about businessmen.”
“Maybe a knight…? I don’t know much about businessmen.”
"The one with the owl mask and red hair is Diluc Ragnvindr, a wine tycoon from Mondstadt. The one in the white suit seems to be an acquaintance of his."
He squints, trying to find something noticeable from the raven feathered guest.
"And... I don't know who's the one with the raven wings."
He squints, trying to find something noticeable from the raven feathered guest.
"And... I don't know who's the one with the raven wings."
“They’re all fools. No one believes their donations are out of good will.”
Zandik gives up trying to decipher the blobs after a moment, sighing defeatedly. So much for identifying blob 1 and 2.
“Can you tell who they are? I don’t keep up with…” A hand gestures vaguely. “… social climber types.”
Zandik gives up trying to decipher the blobs after a moment, sighing defeatedly. So much for identifying blob 1 and 2.
“Can you tell who they are? I don’t keep up with…” A hand gestures vaguely. “… social climber types.”
October 28, 2025 at 9:03 AM
“Ah. Got it,” he lies, nodding along as if he can see them and understand what on earth any of that means. It’s not as if he understands the modern state of the world—last he checked, Mondstadt was being flattened by a purple dragon.
“Maybe a knight…? I don’t know much about businessmen.”
“Maybe a knight…? I don’t know much about businessmen.”
“They’re all fools. No one believes their donations are out of good will.”
Zandik gives up trying to decipher the blobs after a moment, sighing defeatedly. So much for identifying blob 1 and 2.
“Can you tell who they are? I don’t keep up with…” A hand gestures vaguely. “… social climber types.”
Zandik gives up trying to decipher the blobs after a moment, sighing defeatedly. So much for identifying blob 1 and 2.
“Can you tell who they are? I don’t keep up with…” A hand gestures vaguely. “… social climber types.”
"Kind of."
He's staring at the tall man with the feathers. No, not the redhead. The other one.
Can't see his face properly, but his hair is coloured like Zandik's. It could also be a wig.
"My theory is that the wine bottle was presented as a taunt under the guise of a good natured donation."
He's staring at the tall man with the feathers. No, not the redhead. The other one.
Can't see his face properly, but his hair is coloured like Zandik's. It could also be a wig.
"My theory is that the wine bottle was presented as a taunt under the guise of a good natured donation."
Frowning, eyes narrowed as he tries to make out the blurred forms of the (very rich) people across the room.
“… Why else would they bid on it? Spite?”
“… Why else would they bid on it? Spite?”
October 28, 2025 at 8:34 AM
“They’re all fools. No one believes their donations are out of good will.”
Zandik gives up trying to decipher the blobs after a moment, sighing defeatedly. So much for identifying blob 1 and 2.
“Can you tell who they are? I don’t keep up with…” A hand gestures vaguely. “… social climber types.”
Zandik gives up trying to decipher the blobs after a moment, sighing defeatedly. So much for identifying blob 1 and 2.
“Can you tell who they are? I don’t keep up with…” A hand gestures vaguely. “… social climber types.”
Frowning, eyes narrowed as he tries to make out the blurred forms of the (very rich) people across the room.
“… Why else would they bid on it? Spite?”
“… Why else would they bid on it? Spite?”
"hmph. I don't think they want what's being auctioned."
He has fifty Mora to his name.
“… What the fuck?”
“… What the fuck?”
October 28, 2025 at 7:42 AM
Frowning, eyes narrowed as he tries to make out the blurred forms of the (very rich) people across the room.
“… Why else would they bid on it? Spite?”
“… Why else would they bid on it? Spite?”
He has fifty Mora to his name.
“… What the fuck?”
“… What the fuck?”
October 28, 2025 at 1:01 AM
He has fifty Mora to his name.
“… What the fuck?”
“… What the fuck?”
“… It is hard to eat with this…”
He picks up one of the odd chocolates, mouth contorting in to eat it through the small gap his mask provides.
Eyes narrow at the lamb-garbed figure, wary as he tries to pick apart the strange familiarity.
“But… this is a masquerade event.”
He picks up one of the odd chocolates, mouth contorting in to eat it through the small gap his mask provides.
Eyes narrow at the lamb-garbed figure, wary as he tries to pick apart the strange familiarity.
“But… this is a masquerade event.”
She stands in front of him, in complete silence.
Then she starts eating the candies from his plate, still wordless. Nom nom.
after half of it is gone,
“You would want to change your mask.”
Then she starts eating the candies from his plate, still wordless. Nom nom.
after half of it is gone,
“You would want to change your mask.”
… Maybe leaving Sumeru was a bad idea.
He’s hugging the outer edge of the ballroom, huddled at a table of his own with a plate of various finger foods.
Zandik readjusts his bowtie for the umpteenth time, cradling his masked face in his other palm.
He’s hugging the outer edge of the ballroom, huddled at a table of his own with a plate of various finger foods.
Zandik readjusts his bowtie for the umpteenth time, cradling his masked face in his other palm.
October 25, 2025 at 5:20 AM
“… It is hard to eat with this…”
He picks up one of the odd chocolates, mouth contorting in to eat it through the small gap his mask provides.
Eyes narrow at the lamb-garbed figure, wary as he tries to pick apart the strange familiarity.
“But… this is a masquerade event.”
He picks up one of the odd chocolates, mouth contorting in to eat it through the small gap his mask provides.
Eyes narrow at the lamb-garbed figure, wary as he tries to pick apart the strange familiarity.
“But… this is a masquerade event.”
… Maybe leaving Sumeru was a bad idea.
He’s hugging the outer edge of the ballroom, huddled at a table of his own with a plate of various finger foods.
Zandik readjusts his bowtie for the umpteenth time, cradling his masked face in his other palm.
He’s hugging the outer edge of the ballroom, huddled at a table of his own with a plate of various finger foods.
Zandik readjusts his bowtie for the umpteenth time, cradling his masked face in his other palm.
October 25, 2025 at 5:06 AM
… Maybe leaving Sumeru was a bad idea.
He’s hugging the outer edge of the ballroom, huddled at a table of his own with a plate of various finger foods.
Zandik readjusts his bowtie for the umpteenth time, cradling his masked face in his other palm.
He’s hugging the outer edge of the ballroom, huddled at a table of his own with a plate of various finger foods.
Zandik readjusts his bowtie for the umpteenth time, cradling his masked face in his other palm.
“… It is conducive to my research.” The tip of his shoe nudges the rug up, idly pushing it back and forth in an imitation of waves.
A heap of broken Ruin Automations sits against the far wall, scraps of bodies torn apart and left in a messy pile of limbs and broken wings.
A heap of broken Ruin Automations sits against the far wall, scraps of bodies torn apart and left in a messy pile of limbs and broken wings.
"I'm not here for that, don't worry." He didn't quite pick up Zandik's invitation to sit, so he stood there awkwardly.
The situation was a little bit tense.
"...you live here?" That question overrode all the rest, mostly because he couldn't help taking a look at the surroundings, trying to rest »
The situation was a little bit tense.
"...you live here?" That question overrode all the rest, mostly because he couldn't help taking a look at the surroundings, trying to rest »
Zandik blinks as his stalker generously comes into view.
… Shit. He never asked the man’s name, did he? His jaw tenses as a flurry of new concerns claw at the back of his mind, panic taking root.
“… Hello.”
Carmine eyes stare right back, unsteady as they try to focus on the taller man.
… Shit. He never asked the man’s name, did he? His jaw tenses as a flurry of new concerns claw at the back of his mind, panic taking root.
“… Hello.”
Carmine eyes stare right back, unsteady as they try to focus on the taller man.
October 21, 2025 at 5:03 PM
“… It is conducive to my research.” The tip of his shoe nudges the rug up, idly pushing it back and forth in an imitation of waves.
A heap of broken Ruin Automations sits against the far wall, scraps of bodies torn apart and left in a messy pile of limbs and broken wings.
A heap of broken Ruin Automations sits against the far wall, scraps of bodies torn apart and left in a messy pile of limbs and broken wings.
Contrary to how the records of the Akademiya may describe him, Zandik is not some sort of crazed ruler with a power complex. The exposed skin of his arms is an angry red from the rabbit’s scrambling, decorated by a few bloodied cuts.
He sighs, turning the bunny around a few times, eyes narrowing -
He sighs, turning the bunny around a few times, eyes narrowing -
He's not usually scared of heights but this is... ridiculous.
How he misses being a tall man! He's now at this stranger's mercy... Looking up at Zandik with his very VERY large eyes, he waits.
How he misses being a tall man! He's now at this stranger's mercy... Looking up at Zandik with his very VERY large eyes, he waits.
October 21, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Contrary to how the records of the Akademiya may describe him, Zandik is not some sort of crazed ruler with a power complex. The exposed skin of his arms is an angry red from the rabbit’s scrambling, decorated by a few bloodied cuts.
He sighs, turning the bunny around a few times, eyes narrowing -
He sighs, turning the bunny around a few times, eyes narrowing -
Zandik blinks as his stalker generously comes into view.
… Shit. He never asked the man’s name, did he? His jaw tenses as a flurry of new concerns claw at the back of his mind, panic taking root.
“… Hello.”
Carmine eyes stare right back, unsteady as they try to focus on the taller man.
… Shit. He never asked the man’s name, did he? His jaw tenses as a flurry of new concerns claw at the back of his mind, panic taking root.
“… Hello.”
Carmine eyes stare right back, unsteady as they try to focus on the taller man.
If Alhaitham had wanted to be subtle, Zandik wouldn't have heard him coming. So the sounds of his steps behind, the crunchy leaves getting pulverized under his feet, are deliberate.
But he can't just, call his name like that. Doesn't want to startle him, really. He's just so bad at approaching »
But he can't just, call his name like that. Doesn't want to startle him, really. He's just so bad at approaching »
Three thoughts cross the young scholar’s mind as the crunch of a twig meets his ears:
1. He is being followed.
2. The person following him really needs to work on being more covert — really, who stalks someone without coverage in broad daylight?
3. If he doesn’t move elsewhere, he’ll never know -
1. He is being followed.
2. The person following him really needs to work on being more covert — really, who stalks someone without coverage in broad daylight?
3. If he doesn’t move elsewhere, he’ll never know -
October 20, 2025 at 10:53 PM
Zandik blinks as his stalker generously comes into view.
… Shit. He never asked the man’s name, did he? His jaw tenses as a flurry of new concerns claw at the back of his mind, panic taking root.
“… Hello.”
Carmine eyes stare right back, unsteady as they try to focus on the taller man.
… Shit. He never asked the man’s name, did he? His jaw tenses as a flurry of new concerns claw at the back of his mind, panic taking root.
“… Hello.”
Carmine eyes stare right back, unsteady as they try to focus on the taller man.
Three thoughts cross the young scholar’s mind as the crunch of a twig meets his ears:
1. He is being followed.
2. The person following him really needs to work on being more covert — really, who stalks someone without coverage in broad daylight?
3. If he doesn’t move elsewhere, he’ll never know -
1. He is being followed.
2. The person following him really needs to work on being more covert — really, who stalks someone without coverage in broad daylight?
3. If he doesn’t move elsewhere, he’ll never know -
Alhaitham is in a terrible mood.
Well, that's something anybody would say about him on a daily basis, but this time, it's incredibly real and disrupting.
It's not that no one could find him at his desk, he's actively skipping work due to the inability to concentrate on it. That deeply disturbs »
Well, that's something anybody would say about him on a daily basis, but this time, it's incredibly real and disrupting.
It's not that no one could find him at his desk, he's actively skipping work due to the inability to concentrate on it. That deeply disturbs »
October 20, 2025 at 10:04 PM
Three thoughts cross the young scholar’s mind as the crunch of a twig meets his ears:
1. He is being followed.
2. The person following him really needs to work on being more covert — really, who stalks someone without coverage in broad daylight?
3. If he doesn’t move elsewhere, he’ll never know -
1. He is being followed.
2. The person following him really needs to work on being more covert — really, who stalks someone without coverage in broad daylight?
3. If he doesn’t move elsewhere, he’ll never know -
Zandik’s nose crinkles as the rabbit works himself into a frenzy, hand hovering just out of reach of his claws and teeth. Allowing his hands to he torn to ribbons is not particularly on his bucket list, but his curiosity outweighs the fear of a bunny mauling.
“…… Please don’t bite me.”
“…… Please don’t bite me.”
"Squeee sqrqrrrrrrlll" he throws an un-bunnylike tantrum, spinning and jumping and scratching the air. Please don't eat him!!!
October 16, 2025 at 10:06 PM
Zandik’s nose crinkles as the rabbit works himself into a frenzy, hand hovering just out of reach of his claws and teeth. Allowing his hands to he torn to ribbons is not particularly on his bucket list, but his curiosity outweighs the fear of a bunny mauling.
“…… Please don’t bite me.”
“…… Please don’t bite me.”
He almost feels bad watching the crude trap unfold, foliage giving way as soon as the poor bunny puts its weight down.
Box in arm, he makes his way to the shallow pit, eyes narrow as he peers down.
“… Hello.” The silence grows uncomfortable enough for him to entertain talking to an animal.
Box in arm, he makes his way to the shallow pit, eyes narrow as he peers down.
“… Hello.” The silence grows uncomfortable enough for him to entertain talking to an animal.
Normal Kaveh wouldn't be a big fan of cucumbers but they look damn scrumptious right now. And Alhaitham- CURSE HIM- hasn't opened the door the entire day! He'll have him repay whoever loses their greens.
With a sigh of sadness, he hops to chomp the offerings... unaware.... but squeaking happily.
With a sigh of sadness, he hops to chomp the offerings... unaware.... but squeaking happily.
Zandik remains crouched a few paces away, quiet as he watches the odd rabbit’s approach.
It would, of course, be irresponsible for him to let a potentially lost pet run loose…
The cabbage leaves rustle gently as the evening breeze passes through, brushing against meticulously sliced cucumber.
It would, of course, be irresponsible for him to let a potentially lost pet run loose…
The cabbage leaves rustle gently as the evening breeze passes through, brushing against meticulously sliced cucumber.
October 13, 2025 at 9:20 AM
He almost feels bad watching the crude trap unfold, foliage giving way as soon as the poor bunny puts its weight down.
Box in arm, he makes his way to the shallow pit, eyes narrow as he peers down.
“… Hello.” The silence grows uncomfortable enough for him to entertain talking to an animal.
Box in arm, he makes his way to the shallow pit, eyes narrow as he peers down.
“… Hello.” The silence grows uncomfortable enough for him to entertain talking to an animal.
Zandik remains crouched a few paces away, quiet as he watches the odd rabbit’s approach.
It would, of course, be irresponsible for him to let a potentially lost pet run loose…
The cabbage leaves rustle gently as the evening breeze passes through, brushing against meticulously sliced cucumber.
It would, of course, be irresponsible for him to let a potentially lost pet run loose…
The cabbage leaves rustle gently as the evening breeze passes through, brushing against meticulously sliced cucumber.
bunveh's been out the entire day, tired and upset and ... hungry. So hungry. All the damn time. He wasn't that hungry before! Twenty flowers weren't enough?!
He comes across the plate by chance. He has a bad nose. It calls to him ... but he won't just steal (more)... he can't ....
He comes across the plate by chance. He has a bad nose. It calls to him ... but he won't just steal (more)... he can't ....
Setting out a plate of nice, fresh leafy greens... That definitely do not have a trap connected to them.
October 13, 2025 at 3:46 AM
Zandik remains crouched a few paces away, quiet as he watches the odd rabbit’s approach.
It would, of course, be irresponsible for him to let a potentially lost pet run loose…
The cabbage leaves rustle gently as the evening breeze passes through, brushing against meticulously sliced cucumber.
It would, of course, be irresponsible for him to let a potentially lost pet run loose…
The cabbage leaves rustle gently as the evening breeze passes through, brushing against meticulously sliced cucumber.
Setting out a plate of nice, fresh leafy greens... That definitely do not have a trap connected to them.
October 13, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Setting out a plate of nice, fresh leafy greens... That definitely do not have a trap connected to them.
An opportunity strikes.
October 13, 2025 at 2:30 AM
An opportunity strikes.
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i’m human too, you know.
( nobody would believe that. )
( nobody would believe that. )
October 12, 2025 at 11:13 PM
i’m human too, you know.
( nobody would believe that. )
( nobody would believe that. )
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i live — but i'm mutilated.
October 12, 2025 at 11:42 PM
i live — but i'm mutilated.
… Odd. A non-native species.
October 12, 2025 at 8:22 PM
… Odd. A non-native species.
October 12, 2025 at 2:54 AM
October 12, 2025 at 2:52 AM
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If only electrical tape and screws would fix all of the problems.
October 10, 2025 at 8:30 AM
If only electrical tape and screws would fix all of the problems.
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"I can’t help it," said the scorpion. "It’s my nature."
October 10, 2025 at 8:38 AM
"I can’t help it," said the scorpion. "It’s my nature."
No comment from him—he’s preoccupied with his pile of random scrap metal, thank you very much.
October 8, 2025 at 9:54 PM
No comment from him—he’s preoccupied with his pile of random scrap metal, thank you very much.
October 8, 2025 at 9:52 PM