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cursed crossover idea: genshin x identity v

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i am. disgustingly dizzy...

i feel so productive and i know i can finish that last request right now, but my medication makes me feel so dizzy, and i lost my glasses again so my eyes hurt... i'll return soon to finish the last request in my inbox, but please do not hesitate to send more! i know i took so long to write already, but i do enjoy having multiple projects to work on when i feel this motivated!

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i feel so productive and i know i can finish that last request right now, but my medication makes me feel so dizzy, and i lost my glasses again so my eyes hurt... i'll return soon to finish the last request in my inbox, but please do not hesitate to send more! i know i took so long to write already, but i do enjoy having multiple projects to work on when i feel this motivated!

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Can I ask for a comfort scenario with Albedo, Xiao, and Kaeya with an s/o whose going through an existential crisis? There has been a lot of change recently in my life and I don't really know who I am or what I want anymore 🙃

oh dear, i understand... what a horrid feeling that is, one i sympathize with. i do hope these scenarios bring you comfort, and please do not hesitate to send me a message if you need an ear to bend 💚

word count: 555

warnings: slight existentialism, angst

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understanding people is difficult for the alchemist. their moods, their preferences, their behaviours… all fascinating to observe, but hard to wrap his head around, so he didn't care to.

you, however, are an odd exception. albedo could never take his eyes off you the day you began your help with his research. he found you much more than just interesting, and in spending more time with you, he came to understand his own feelings towards you: love. 

so when he found you at your desk with your head in your hands, he felt concerned, but he didn't know how to show it on his face.

" good… morning? " his tone hitched up with the unsure statement, and you couldn't hold back a bitter laugh.

" if only, if only. " you reply.

albedo's brows furrow, and he takes his sketchbook from his desk slowly. you were sassy at times, but this feels off. distant. cold like snow. it was dreadful to the blonde. clearing his throat, his head tilts away, and he casts his gaze out the window.

" if you wish to discuss the circumstances, i am all ears, " he says in a soft drawl. " though, i find i am not good with words of comfort. "

you sigh and rest your chin on your fist, staring at him while your legs cross. you watch as he pulls up a chair and sits across from you, charcoal in hand, sketchbook in his lap, ready to take notes. you choke back a scoff and rustle your own hair in frustration. 

" i didn't know you were a therapist, too. alright then. "

and so you start. you talk about the ungodly detachment you feel from the world. from yourself. your body doesn't feel like yours. you don't feel yours. nothing is right and it makes your head spin. you want answers but there are none in sight and you don't know where to look.

as you speak, albedo scribbles notes in his sketchbook, nodding along and occasionally asking a question for clarification. it's frustrating, yes, but you know deep down that it's how he's trying to understand, in his own special way. the sentiment is a little reassuring in the end.

by the time you finish, he's still writing, and you fidget nervously in your seat. you worry he'll be upset with you, though you don't know why. he's never been upset with you before.

you snap from your thoughts when he stands and sets his materials down on his chair, walking around the desk to stand before you. you give him a confused look before he takes your face into his hands and presses your foreheads together. the sudden affection catches you off guard, but you feel oddly grounded by the action, so you close your eyes and gently put your hands over his.

" it's alright to be confused sometimes, my dear, " he says and kisses the tip of your nose. " but if you would like reassurance of your being, perhaps we could run some tests to see? "

you can't help but snort out a laugh. a pointless suggestion, but so naively precious that it warms your heart. it just lets you know he truly does care, and if you mean so much to him, then maybe you do exist. you're here, with albedo, and he won't let you forget it.

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word count: 388

warnings: mentions of alcohol, slight existentialism, angst

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" oh, kaeya, i can't take it! "

the cavalry captain jolts as you hit your hands on the desk, shaking your head and holding it afterwards. he walks over from the bookshelf he stood at to wrap his arms around you, shushing you under his breath and rocking you. 

kaeya is always quick to use his body to comfort you, but you don't want just his touch. you want to hear his voice. you want to hear him say your name and affirm who you are. who are you? do you know? does he know? you let out a soft cry and try to hit the desk again, but he takes hold of your wrists, kissing your knuckles.

" don't just spoil me, " you whine, and he bats his eyelashes at you before tilting his head. " talk to me. "

" is that what you want? "

" hell if i know, kaeya! "

he shushes you again, carefully and sweetly, and he lets go of your hands. one finger tilts your head up into a gentle kiss and you try to enjoy it, but it doesn't feel real. nothing does.

you push yourself up and out of your chair, and kaeya wastes no time wrapping around your waist. you whine wordlessly at this, and try to push him off, but he buries his face in the cook of your neck with a whimper of his own. sighing, you lean against him and cross your arms.

" i'm sorry, [y/n], " he sighs himself now. " i love you so much, but i don't know how to help. do you want a drink? i find it easier to open up when i can't think straight. "

a horrible idea, really. you can never tell right from left when drunk, but kaeya has told you before that you talk often when drunk, so he probably doesn't know any better. you turn your head to kiss his temple, but still reach a hand up to gently tug his hair. he grunts and gives you a sad look, but it fades into worry when he sees the tears in your eyes.

" can you say that again? " you ask shakily.

he understands immediately. 

" i love you. "

" say my name… "

" i love you, [y/n]. my [y/n]. my one and only. "

" that's how you can help. don't stop, please. "

" anything for you. "

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word count: 352

warnings: slight existentialism, angst

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it isn't rare for you to visit wangshu inn, seeing as it was the one place you could consistently find your lover, but this is the first time xiao had seen you so upset upon his summoning.

your face tinted red with frustration, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. you saw him beginning to get upset and figure he thinks someone has hurt you, but the only one hurting you is yourself… right? you let out a broken sob and your arms fly around xiao's waist  catching him off guard as he puts his hands on your shoulders.

" what happened? are you hurt? " his tone is flat, but you can tell there's hints of concern sprinkled in, and you squeeze him close to you.

" i don't know! " you cry out, and he barely flinches at the volume.

you struggle to vocalize your feelings, between choking on tears and not knowing just how to word your thoughts. it feels like your brain is floating in the stars, picked apart and scattered all over to match the glimmering array.

yet xiao seems to understand, and his arms slowly wrap around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest. he runs a hand through your hair and scratches your scalp, other hand rubbing gentle circles on your skin. the precious touches threaten to draw out more tears and you nearly pull away, humiliated, but xiao sinks to his knees and takes you with him, adjusting so you sit in his lap.

" let it out, " his voice is barely above a whisper, but you hear it loud and clear in the night despite the blood rushing in your ears. " i'm here, [y/n]. we're here. "

and so you do. you shake and cry for what feels like hours, and the yaksha holds your through it the whole time.

afterwards, you still don't have yourself in one piece, but he assures you that he'll come when called again. you ask him to stay the night with you at the inn, and with slight hesitance, he agrees, only to ensure your safety.

and that's all you could ask of him.

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Ahhh! I came here from xiaowhore and i wanna say i loved the fluff thingo you wrote over there!

Would it be okay to request for xiao and zhongli (just xiao if you prefer only one) and a reader who is immortal and from another world (not the travellers one) and they have the ability to talk/interact with the dead and make the dead visible to others. You can take it in whatever direction you desire but I’d love it to be hurt/comfort (maybe letting them say goodbye to ones they’ve lost

oh, what a darling you are! thank you for visiting my humble little corner, ehe!

my apologies this took so long, my dear! i do hope it is worth the wait-!

word count: 404

warnings: sad xiao :(

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from the second you finish speaking, maybe even before, you wonder if you shouldn't have spoken about your power. it was clear by the initial look of shock xiao stared at you with that neither the yakshas nor the archons had such an ability, to grant temporary access to the dead to visit one last time - you thought it was something xiao may enjoy after how sad he seemed during the lantern rite.

but now here he sits, face screwed into a mix of anger and pain, and he turns away sharply. you worry he'll leave you here alone atop mount hulao, but he makes no move to truly leave. when you try to take his hand in yours, he pulls back quickly, and your heart drops a little.

" i'm sorry, it seems i've upset you. " you say softly, and you hear him click his tongue. 

" you did nothing of the sort. " he replies and crosses his arms.

" liar. " you snort playfully. you gently nudge his shoulder for emphasis and he rolls his eyes at you.

silence falls upon you both once more, and you fold your hands together to twirl your thumbs. you look at him expectantly, desperate for an answer, but he says nothing. it hurts to be shut out by him like this.

carefully, you move to stand behind him, and your arms wrap around his waist. you feel him tense beneath you and squeeze him reassuringly, and it makes him relax if only slightly. you open your mouth to speak, but xiao beats you to it.

" i do not want to be reminded of the past. if this embrace means anything, it means that i have no reason to. "

you tilt your head, and he turns around to face you. his expression is mostly unreadable, but there's hurt still shimmering in his eyes.

he looks away from you as your eyes mimic his, and he places a gentle hand over them. you let him and just squeeze his waist again.

" [y/n], " he starts softly. " do not push me into my memories. draw me out so i can better protect you. "

you can't see his face, but judging by his quietness, you guess it's for the better. you nod and move to push your face against his chest, and he reluctantly lets you, resting the hand once over your eyes on top of your head.

" … thank you, [y/n]. "

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had a, uhm... minor mental health crisis, aha-! sorry for the constant wait! i'm back on medication, so hopefully i'll have some requests done within the week!

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I had a dream that Venti was teaching me how to glide and that Barbara was teaching me how to use a Hydro vision

aww, very precious! venti holding your arms up to help assist with flying posture, and barbara using cute and flowery language to describe how it feels to use a vision... very precious scenarios indeed!

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Curious that you ask, just today, right before waking up I dreamed about Xiangling telling me to hurry up and sweep the floor because Guoba is choking on dust, or something along the lines. That was pretty weird...

i swear i've had a similar dream... regardless, this is hilarious to think about ehe!

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i had a dream about venti using his anemo powers to complete the floral freefall event instead of his glinder, and he gifted me the windblume ode afterwards... what a sweet dream...

have you all had any interesting dreams recently?

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in between writing requests, i did some scribbles of some genshin character's handwriting! here are my favourites!

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Good day! Last night I was nervous because my cat wouldn't come in from the garage and I didn't want her to freeze or starve but thankfully she finally made it in. Do you have any pets? (Also don't worry too much about the requests. I'm sure anything you write will be heavenly 😊)

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aah, i can definitely sympathize! i have five cats, and three were the runts of their litter, so i always get nervous when they don't come in on cold nights! and thank you for the kind words, i surely hope i can make them feel worthwhile to say!

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good morning, my dears! i... slept for 12 hours!!

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I got Venti and Sucrose in my last 10 pull! Also, how are you? 🦊

my my my, look who the archons have blessed! the anemo darlings have come home at last! i hope you enjoy them very much! sucrose is a very strong support when built well~

as for me, i've been a bit drained, as of late. i had to replace my desktop with a new laptop since it wasn't working the ways i needed it to, and i had to restart multiple requests because they weren't written well... but nothing will stop this bard from singing! i hope you have been doing well!

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writing xiao angst is difficult because most people play with japanese voices, which portray him as more angry and reserved. but his chinese voice is rife with emotion and though he's still reserved, i think the other dubs play on that more than the original, so it makes it hard to accurately portray him via writing and still stay true to all available source media i'm familiar with...

perhaps i may be overthinking this just a wee bit!

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I was playing mini golf with my mom and, after a couple of holes, she was like "Wow, it's like the wind is on your side!" And my immediate response was "Venti is with me, Lord Barbatos has blessed me." Lol

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gently guiding the ball into the hole, like a seed in the wind! venti would be happy to hear this, ehe!

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unrelated to requests but does anyone else think xiao would be like a cat and when you (eventually) cuddle him, he lays down everywhere but where you want him to, and almost only when you're busy... it's so funny to think about him laying across your lap when trying to write/draw something~ ehe!