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πŸ”žγ‚€γƒ©γ‚Ήγƒˆγƒ¬γƒΌγ‚ΏγƒΌπŸŽ¨Noe/Kingと申します 성인(成人済30) ζ—₯本θͺž ok! 原η₯žπŸ’§πŸ”Άγ‚Ώγƒ«ιΎπŸ’– x: @/kingtartali

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Mistletoe Kiss πŸŽ„
#タル鍾 #Tartali #ε…¬ι’Ÿ

25.12.2024 06:32 πŸ‘ 30 πŸ” 14 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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Merry Christmas from the nuis! πŸŽ„βœ¨ originally posted for last year’s TartaLi Nui Week #tartali #タル鍾 #ε…¬ι’Ÿ

24.12.2024 23:04 πŸ‘ 40 πŸ” 14 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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You will have to wait your turn Childe πŸ˜”
#GenshinImpact #tartali #ε…¬ι’Ÿ #タル鍾

16.12.2024 18:45 πŸ‘ 41 πŸ” 10 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 1
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Snowman β˜ƒοΈ #tartali #タル鍾 #ε…¬ι’Ÿ

17.12.2024 11:09 πŸ‘ 57 πŸ” 19 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0
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Day 06 -( Cosplay - FF7 ) 😚
Nuitaru as Cloud
NuiLi as Tifa and Aerith
#tartalinuiweek2024 #genshin #tartali #タル鍾

01.12.2024 09:20 πŸ‘ 44 πŸ” 14 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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For the tartali week 2024 day 5 - masquerade ball. Now with female Zhongli popping up and having fun~

archiveofourown.org/works/60460879

#tartaliweek2024 #tartali #タル鍾

10.11.2024 15:58 πŸ‘ 4 πŸ” 4 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
Screenshot of a sample of the fic linked in the next comment.

Screenshot of a sample of the fic linked in the next comment.

Written for #tartaliweek2024
, day 3, "travel."

Zhongli and Childe visit Spite's first altar.

πŸ”— below:

10.11.2024 00:17 πŸ‘ 8 πŸ” 3 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
The bells over Zapolyarny Palace toll twelve thunderous tintinnabulations, tremorous in the tranquil twilight touched by tenebrous light. Before him lies a future uncertain, behind him a road paved from handpicked possibilities, and in his hands he holds a knot of vermilion the shade of his sanguine heart.

Here, in the land of eternal winter, the sun rises with shearing winds, and the one he's asked to walk by his side shields his silks of marital red with a mantle of sacred anemo.

"Dijun," the old title floats between stained glass and crystal candelabra, lifting trailing hems and the eyes of a hundred onlookers, "it's time."

It's time.

From frigid nights to a lovelorn archon, the people of Snezhnaya have long since grown accustomed to the taste of futile struggle, the sound of hollow purpose, the familiar touch and tang of nihility asking what meaning is there to a life born of, from, and nursed in bitter misery? 

Above, the sky answers in roiling clouds. Below, the ice grants no quarter. Only in the shared breath of humanity does the simple truth reveal itself in peals of gentle wonder.

The bells over Zapolyarny Palace toll twelve thunderous tintinnabulations, tremorous in the tranquil twilight touched by tenebrous light. Before him lies a future uncertain, behind him a road paved from handpicked possibilities, and in his hands he holds a knot of vermilion the shade of his sanguine heart. Here, in the land of eternal winter, the sun rises with shearing winds, and the one he's asked to walk by his side shields his silks of marital red with a mantle of sacred anemo. "Dijun," the old title floats between stained glass and crystal candelabra, lifting trailing hems and the eyes of a hundred onlookers, "it's time." It's time. From frigid nights to a lovelorn archon, the people of Snezhnaya have long since grown accustomed to the taste of futile struggle, the sound of hollow purpose, the familiar touch and tang of nihility asking what meaning is there to a life born of, from, and nursed in bitter misery? Above, the sky answers in roiling clouds. Below, the ice grants no quarter. Only in the shared breath of humanity does the simple truth reveal itself in peals of gentle wonder.

Nothing matters. Everything matters. Tomorrow is but a fancy until conviction shapes it into today.

His thoughts wander, carried by nerves he believed the millennia had worn away. He's older than all in attendance this morning, older than the palace surrounding, older even than the ground which bears him from hall to stately hall. Yet, beneath snow white banners and rime-dipped blooms, layers of obligation and crimson yearning, he is born again not as Yanwang Dijun, Morax, or even Zhongli the mortal wayfarer, but as something new, fragile, precious beyond wisdom and names.

When he sees him dressed in his pole star whites, his everyday scarf replaced by a prince's scarlet mantle pooling over marble tiles and the velvet of deific kings, he knows this tremulous joy like the twin to tragedy, and his heart beats faster for it.

Last night he kissed Ajax farewell. Today, it is Tartaglia cradling his fingers, draping red cord and joining their hands. 

In truth, he had wanted a quiet affair, away from the burdens of expectation and high station, where only family and the false stars above would bear witness to their union. They'd exchange their cups overflowing and perform their three bows, and when the night grew long and languorous, they'd retreat to their marital bed decorated an exuberant red by the people who matter most.

Yes, it would have been perfect, but time like the roll of war drums waits for no man, god, archon or otherwise.

The Tsaritsa's pellucid speech leads them through the traditional vows, and a country built on perseverance and piety pray for their pole star, for his happiness today and his glory tomorrow.

Nothing matters. Everything matters. Tomorrow is but a fancy until conviction shapes it into today. His thoughts wander, carried by nerves he believed the millennia had worn away. He's older than all in attendance this morning, older than the palace surrounding, older even than the ground which bears him from hall to stately hall. Yet, beneath snow white banners and rime-dipped blooms, layers of obligation and crimson yearning, he is born again not as Yanwang Dijun, Morax, or even Zhongli the mortal wayfarer, but as something new, fragile, precious beyond wisdom and names. When he sees him dressed in his pole star whites, his everyday scarf replaced by a prince's scarlet mantle pooling over marble tiles and the velvet of deific kings, he knows this tremulous joy like the twin to tragedy, and his heart beats faster for it. Last night he kissed Ajax farewell. Today, it is Tartaglia cradling his fingers, draping red cord and joining their hands. In truth, he had wanted a quiet affair, away from the burdens of expectation and high station, where only family and the false stars above would bear witness to their union. They'd exchange their cups overflowing and perform their three bows, and when the night grew long and languorous, they'd retreat to their marital bed decorated an exuberant red by the people who matter most. Yes, it would have been perfect, but time like the roll of war drums waits for no man, god, archon or otherwise. The Tsaritsa's pellucid speech leads them through the traditional vows, and a country built on perseverance and piety pray for their pole star, for his happiness today and his glory tomorrow.

With a heavy heart and a smile flitting between stable shores and the call of the abyss, Tartaglia eases the band of lucent silvery white onto his husband's finger.

"Till death do us part."

With a heavy heart and a smile flitting between stable shores and the call of the abyss, Tartaglia eases the band of lucent silvery white onto his husband's finger. "Till death do us part."

#tartaliweek2024 Day 6: Wedding

"conviction" (500 words)
Before πŸ’§ marches for war, the Tsaritsa grants his marriage to πŸ”Ά.

#Tartali #タル鍾 #ε…¬ι’Ÿ

10.11.2024 20:39 πŸ‘ 27 πŸ” 15 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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#tartaliweek2024 day 3: travel πŸ’§πŸ”Έ

#tartali #タル鍾

07.11.2024 11:47 πŸ‘ 61 πŸ” 18 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
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⚠️NIER SPOILERS⚠️

⊱Day 3 and 4 of the #tartaliweek2024 πŸ’§πŸ”Ά
⊱Nier Automata AU

πŸ”ΉSickness
πŸ”ΈCrossover AU

#tartali #chili #タル鍾
#NieRAutomata

08.11.2024 08:56 πŸ‘ 33 πŸ” 15 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 2
Screenshot of the header of the fic linked in the next comment.

Screenshot of the header of the fic linked in the next comment.

Screenshot of a sample of the fic linked in the next comment.

Screenshot of a sample of the fic linked in the next comment.

Written for #tartaliweek2024, day 2, "shopping" and "family reunion."

Zhongli ponders his place in Childe's household and his family.

πŸ”— below:

09.11.2024 00:22 πŸ‘ 9 πŸ” 5 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
a gift with fangs
my rock, my shield
Genshin Impact | Tartali | General

a gift with fangs my rock, my shield Genshin Impact | Tartali | General

Tartaglia looks at him, stares him down, and it is then that there is a spark to his gaze. It is then the the curve of his lips melts into something more real. It is then that Morax finds himself wanting another, heat flaring in his gut, burning through his veins.

Tartaglia looks at him, stares him down, and it is then that there is a spark to his gaze. It is then the the curve of his lips melts into something more real. It is then that Morax finds himself wanting another, heat flaring in his gut, burning through his veins.

[ #GenshinImpact #Tartali πŸ’§πŸ”Ά ]
Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger is discarded in Morax's court, and it's love at first sight.
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▢️ 'my rock, my shield'
▢️ 1.5k
▢️ #tartaliweek2024 day 1: love at first sight

Read here on AO3.

08.11.2024 15:49 πŸ‘ 41 πŸ” 23 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
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#tartaliweek2024 day 5: dumpling πŸ’§πŸ”Έ

#tartali #タル鍾

09.11.2024 11:56 πŸ‘ 56 πŸ” 19 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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#tartaliweek2024 day 6: camping πŸ’§πŸ”Έ

#tartali #タル鍾

10.11.2024 11:26 πŸ‘ 54 πŸ” 15 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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Late #tartaliweek2024 Day 1: Tea Time β˜•οΈ #tartali #タル鍾 #ε…¬ι’Ÿ

13.11.2024 14:59 πŸ‘ 26 πŸ” 12 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
Screenshot of the fic linked in the post.

Screenshot of the fic linked in the post.

Written for #tartaliweek2024, day 5, "dumplings".

Childe learns a new skill for Zhongli's sake.

archiveofourown.org/works/572856...

17.11.2024 14:53 πŸ‘ 6 πŸ” 5 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
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#tartaliweek2024 Day 4: Red String of fate. SoulmatesπŸ’§πŸ”Ά #tartali #タル鍾 #ε…¬ι’Ÿ

25.11.2024 13:38 πŸ‘ 27 πŸ” 10 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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#tartali day 4 πŸ’™πŸ§‘ - Crossover AU w/ Chiikawa
#タル鍾 #ε…¬ι’Ÿ #tartaliweek2024

26.11.2024 00:37 πŸ‘ 46 πŸ” 12 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
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#tartaliweek2024 Day 5 #tartali #タル鍾 #ε…¬ι’Ÿ

29.11.2024 13:27 πŸ‘ 22 πŸ” 9 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
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[late] tartali week day 3 : Illness....?
#タル鍾 #tartali #tartar_Matcha #tartaliweek2024
~🍡

01.12.2024 04:11 πŸ‘ 99 πŸ” 32 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0
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Letting everyone know again that if you are looking for a small πŸ’§πŸ”Ά #tartali ONLY πŸ”„βŒNO SWITCH dc server, feel free to join our community~ For more information please read this post!

➑️ discord(.)gg(/)e5TQCeF38u

26.10.2024 19:02 πŸ‘ 25 πŸ” 6 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
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πŸ’§πŸ”Ά Rainy Day (my piece for the tartali 2024 calendar, november) #tartali #タル鬾 #ε…¬ι’Ÿ

21.11.2024 08:21 πŸ‘ 69 πŸ” 26 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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Them being lovely-dovey in front of your salad #タル鍾 #tartali #ε…¬ι’Ÿ

25.11.2024 08:22 πŸ‘ 66 πŸ” 22 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

so adorable with their little straw hatsπŸ₯ΉπŸ’™πŸ§‘

20.11.2024 12:46 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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Day 3: foraging

They found something interesting the other day!

#tartalinuiweek2024 #tartali

20.11.2024 10:49 πŸ‘ 67 πŸ” 17 πŸ’¬ 3 πŸ“Œ 0
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11.11 Happy Tartali Day~πŸ’§πŸ”Ά
#tartali #ε…¬ι’Ÿ #γ‚Ώγƒ«ι˜

10.11.2024 16:34 πŸ‘ 56 πŸ” 30 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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#tartali #ε…¬ι’Ÿ #γ‚Ώγƒ«ι˜

19.11.2024 09:47 πŸ‘ 71 πŸ” 30 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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#tartaliweek2024
DAY 2: FAMILY GATHERING
A Tea Party with the Adepti (and a Slightly Nervous Ajax)
Zhongli and Childe reunite after 4 years, and the Adepti want to help them finally be together.
πŸ’§Canonverse
πŸ”Άhttps://archiveofourown.org/works/60371779/chapters/154087843be
@tartaliweek.bsky.social

20.11.2024 11:59 πŸ‘ 15 πŸ” 8 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

after I post all my nuiweek arts, I will post my old tartali art as wellπŸ₯°

20.11.2024 12:44 πŸ‘ 14 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

a trip full of magic😌

20.11.2024 12:42 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0