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[primalsouls]

spellbound

xiao x witch!gn!reader pt. 5

When I'm around slow dancing in the dark Don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms You have made up your mind I don't need no more signs Can you? Can you?

theme: fluff

warning: none, probably a slight ooc xiao

summary: the flashback comes to an end. paimon wanted more but aether needed to go back to verr goldet to report their findings on their friend's disappearance. finally alone, xiao and (name) spend their time together in peaceful silence.

notes: finally finished pt 5 of spellbound~! ngl i miss writing for gi lol i haven't play the game this month or last. i've been playing more hsr and fortnite lmao also work and school were on my ass. anyway! hope you enjoy this one! reblogs, comments, and other feedbacks are appreciated! ty <3

the walk back to the main path was relatively quiet. there were no more monsters around to attack them. (name) followed behind the dark teal-haired yaksha, the basket and their vision in their hands. their eyes looked over the anemo user with curiosity. tracing the tattoo he bared on his right arm. it looked beautiful. the color suited the yaksha. the witch heard about the yakshas from his father. how there were five but four of them were lost to time and the tragedies surrounding liyue. xiao was the last surviving one. (name) couldn’t imagine the pain he must have gone through all these years. they understood the feelings of losing a loved one dear to them. 

“watch where you’re going.” his sharp tone had the witch pausing right on their tracks, looking up at the yaksha with a blank expression. their eyes followed his gaze, looking down at the ground. there was a puddle of water on the path, the witch walked around it before meeting up again with the other vision user, this time walking by his side but keeping their distance. the two rounded a corner where the path split into two different routes on each end of the main path. (name) pointed out they must have come from the path that led to the ruins behind them. turning to the yaksha, the witch gave a small bow of their head before pointing ahead of them. 

“my home will be this way. thank you for guiding me back to the main path,” they said, a smile full of gratitude beamed at xiao. xiao only clicked his tongue and looked away. 

“just stop getting into trouble. next time i won’t be there to save you again.” xiao told them, but the witch laughed as they could see through his little lie. xiao turned his back on them and readied himself to disappear again but the voice of (name) froze him on the spot.

“i’ll come visit at the wangshu inn with a bowl of almond tofu! as a way to further my thanks to you.” before the yaksha could protest, (name) made their way farther into the path leading up to the broken bridge. xiao sighed as he watched from his spot before vanishing once they were out of sight. untrue to his words, he helped (name) stay out of trouble, letting them call him by his name in case they were in serious danger. 

“after that, he wouldn’t stop following me around~!” teased (name) after recounting their meeting with the last yaksha. xiao scoffed, a faint hue of pink decorating his cheeks. The scoff caused the trio to turn their heads over to the short man, startling them. paimon yelped at the sudden appearance of the yaksha.

“you just wouldn’t stop getting into trouble.” countered xiao, arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at the witch. paimon pointed at him with her narrowed eyes.

“hey! when did you get here!? weren’t you just out and about collecting materials for (name)?” questioned the flying little girl with a tilted of her head and her small hands behind her back, floating over to the demon slayer. xiao huffed. the traveler and the witch greeted the yaksha’s return. xiao placed the basket full of the requested materials on the nightstand beside (name)’s bed before standing by their side once more. 

“it was no difficult task. the materials were quick to find.” xiao answered, looking over at paimon and aether. “now, i might ask you to leave the residence. (name) still needs to get some more proper rest.” he added, hands moved to rest on his waist. paimon pouted, her own hands on her tiny waist. aether chuckled at her reaction before giving xiao a nod. 

“what!? but we just finished hearing the story of how you guys met! paimon still got loads of questions for (name)!” paimon argued, earning a small laugh from both aether and the witch. aether tugged on her scarf gently, urging her to move along with him. “ooh, fine! only because we got to go report back to verr goldet since she had been worried about her friend’s well-being, hmph! but once (name) gets better, paimon would demand to hear more about you guys!” with those words out, paimon grumpily followed the blonde traveler out the entrance of the cottage house, closing the door behind them and finally left the yaksha and his witch alone. 

(name) chuckled. they had never met anyone like them before. their (color) eyes followed the dark-tealed haired adeptus with the basket into the kitchen connected to their living room. the cottage wasn’t that spacious. the only separations in the house by walls was their bedroom and their bathroom. A soft hum left their lips. the witch was tired of being bedridden. their back was starting to ache from laying down all day. moving carefully over the edge of the bed, (name) slowly stood up. being sick sucked. their chest hurt from coughing so much, their nose was runny and stuffy, and they suffered headaches when the light was too bright or the noises were too loud. their body suffered the most, aching every second of the day and night. 

walking into the kitchen, their quiet movements didn’t manage to escape the adeptus’ keen senses.

“you shouldn’t get out of bed.” xiao stated without turning his attention to the witch. yet he didn’t make a move to get them back to the bed and confine them under their blanket. a small notebook was in one of his gloved hands. (name) pouted and recognized the notebook as being their spellbook. it seemed xiao was trying to make the elixir for their sickness. the thought warmed their heart. they walked up to the yaksha, standing by his side with curiosity. the witch didn’t make a move to help him out, wanting to see how he intended to make the recipe without knowing proper knowledge about the witchcraft. xiao shifted under their gaze, clearing his throat as he flipped to the page marked with the recipe for the elixir. “go back to bed and rest. i’ll wake you up when the potion is ready.” the yaksha said, finally looking over at (name). but his gaze wasn’t the usual cold, distant look he always had on to intimidate anyone trying to get close to him. no, he wore a soft expression, only reserved for the witch before him. 

(name) stared at him, staying quiet for a moment before a faint, tender smile crossed their features. “don’t blow up the house, kay?” they teased, laughing lightly at the deadpan look on their yaksha’s face while turning around to head back to their bedroom. of course, they weren’t worried about the adeptus getting their home destroyed for making a mistake in the small pot. (name) trusted xiao, and it was enough for the yaksha to start working on the recipe with no fear of doing any harm in the household and to his partner. there was no need for them to make conversations. they had silence bring peace and comfort into their home with the adeptus. it was all the witch needed and all what xiao preferred. even being in a separate room was enough for the two. hearing the cluttering outside the bedroom lulled the witch into a deep slumber, a well rested and needed sleep.

xiao checked on them after a little time had passed since he didn’t hear any more movements from their room. his eyes softened at the sight of their sleeping figure. walking over, he stared at their face. he didn’t have to devour their dreams to know they were having a good one, their tender expression alone said all of it. with the urges rising, xiao took off a glove and gently ran his hand through their hair, the sensation bringing out a relaxed sigh out of (name).

not sensing anyone around the perimeter of the house, xiao leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on their forehead, leaving behind a lingering feeling on them. a faint smile graced his looks before quickly vanishing the second it came. not wanting to leave the pot on alone any longer, xiao walked back to the kitchen and left his partner to sleep peacefully.

[ermegtei]

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎

genre : fluff

characters : kaeya ; venti ; albedo; scaramouche; zhongli; xiao; thoma; gorou; aether

a/n : anybody missed meee? :d im so sorry for disappearing for MONTHS &lt;;/3

KAEYA who smirks at you the whole time you guys are talking

VENTI who sticks THOSE notes on your back (the ones with stuff like "kick me" written on it)

ALBEDO who always helps you with your schoolwork, even if it means staying up until 4 AM.

SCARAMOUCHE who gives you a glare when you ask to copy his homework, but still lets you

ZHONGLI who sneaks you into the student council's room and drinks tea with you

XIAO who has a pink pencil with cute stickers on it just incase you forgot yours

THOMA who prepares a special bento so you guys can feed eachother

GOROU who lets you draw on him if you're bored (no, not a penis.)

AETHER who rubs your back when he notices your bad posture

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[clumsyenby]

If Not A God, Who Am I? - Genshin Impact x Reader (part 1)

my full masterlist | my Genshin Impact masterlist | this series' masterlist -> part 2

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total words: 2021 this part is a little slow because it's mostly introductions BUT part 2 is where all the fun stuff kicks in >:D

description:

Never once in your lifetime did you ever expect to be thrown into the world of Genshin Impact, a game you only played once a week with your friends. Much less did you ever expect to suddenly be thrusted into the life many could only wish for, the role of a God. Not even an ordinary God - The residents of Teyvat saw you as The Creator of Teyvat.

There was only one problem: You are an atheist.

You do not believe in Gods.

Gender-neutral reader, They/Them pronouns. TW: (slightly) cult-like, dedicated and loyal Aether and Amber in this part.

Part 1 - A Blob

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Everything hurts.

With a groan, you squeezed your eyes shut as another wave of pain washed over you. It felt like someone had just cracked your skull open with a sledgehammer. Was this how brain haemorrhages felt like?

You continued to writhe in pain for the next minute, taking in deep breaths as you awaited for the pain to fade away. When it finally did, you cracked an eye open. Your vision was bleary, mainly large blotches of green and an assortment of other colours. After a few blinks, the bleariness disappears.

You stared at the blades of grass that were merely millimetres from your eyes. The bright shade of green it carried from containing chlorophyll shone under the sunlight, the perfect example for a day in the summer. You tilted your head in confusion. Why were you even asleep while outside in the first place? Last you checked, you fell asleep in your bed; at home. You did not have a backyard.

Immediately sitting up, you winced at the wave of pain attacking your brain in that moment. As the pain slowly dissipated, you stared long and hard at your surroundings. Not only were you in a beautiful grass field, there were also small animals at a nearby distance. Squirrels turned and returned your stare, their large black and beady eyes brimming with equal parts of fear and curiosity.

The soft sound of sloshing caught your attention. You looked around, trying to find its source. As the sloshing gradually grew louder, you noticed a peculiar being staring at you. With wide white eyes, a blue blob bounced towards you. You watched as its shape changed smoothly from a round blob, to an odd oblong shape from launching itself into the air, then back to a round blob. It reminded you of a bouncy ball that children would play with. For some reason, the blob was a familiar sight.

The blue blob had finally become within arms' reach. It stared at you with curiosity like the squirrels. However unlike those critters, the blob seemed to be devoid of any traces of fear. The small horns on its head contradicted its naturally cute look, making you second-guess your chances of petting it. There was always a chance that it could suddenly become aggressive. The blob leaned in towards you, eyes unashamedly staring deep into your own.

You gave a small smile and waved. "Hello..?" You greeted it softly. The blob made a high-pitched squeak; a pleased sound and inched closer. You held a hand out to it, allowing the blob to take a moment to decide whether to allow you to touch it. It squeaked again and thrusted its head under your hand, wiggling happy upon contact.

You grimaced, the blob just felt so.. Moist. Why did a blob even feel moist? It was wet, slippery and not to mention, oddly cold. Not too cold that it made you wince, but cold enough that it felt like a cooling pack.

When you pulled your hand away from the blob and grimaced at the clear fluid that was left on your hand that resembled the mucus a snail would produce, the blob made a low-pitched sound. Almost as if it whined. You raised an eyebrow in surprise at its response and tilted your head. The blob followed, moving its entire round body to tilt in the same direction your head did, a soft sloshing sound following suit. You tilted your head in the other direction. The blob followed once more, the sloshing sound still in effect. A small smile etched itself onto your face at the observation. It was an odd interaction, yet adorable at the same time. Who thought that an odd blob shaped thing that sounded like it was filled with water, would be the first being you would interact with here?

It was only then realisation had set in for you. No wonder the blob was a familiar sight - You have encountered it before! Where? You wondered.

This game you usually play once in a while with your friends! The answer hit you like a train-wreck, causing your head to start pounding once again.

Come on.. Think, think.. What game was it?

Kirby? No.. Animal Crossing? Not that either..

Genshin Impact.

You snapped your fingers at the game title, headache slowly fading away once more. You paused. If this blob was part of the game, how were you able to interact with it? Why was it in your world?

You took a second look at your surroundings again. It was only then you noticed the large statue a few meters away. The stone figure on the statue wore a hood, two braided locks of hair peaking out from under it, along with two hands that supported a seemingly glowing orb. Memories of you and your friends healing up at this very statue after a boss battle, resurfaced in your mind. Your mouth formed into an O-shape at your discovery.

The blob was not in your world.

You were in its world.

"Oh shit." The words left your mouth before your mind could even process them, startling both you and the blob. The blob squeaked, shifting closer to you as it tried to comfort you.

"Hey! Get away! That slime is dangerous!" A voice called from behind you. You whipped your head around, a loud gasp emitting from you as an arrow whizzed past your head. It missed your body, just barely. The arrow struck the ground, a comical wobble sound coming from it as it swayed unsteadily from the impact. The blob squeaked with alarm, bouncing towards the intruder. It was ready to protect you. "Wha- Wait!" You called after it, scrambling to your feet. You grimaced as your body moved unsteadily at the first few steps, the sudden movement rendering you slightly dizzy. The blob stopped bouncing, turning back to look at you with a confused glance.

"Please stand back!" The intruder yelled, now a mere metre away from you. They had their bow ready, their arms already locked in position as they aimed at the blob. Without thinking, you ran in front of the blob and defended it. "Hey! Who the hell are you? Do you just randomly go shooting blobs?" You yelled back.

"Blobs? With all due respect, that slime is dangerous! It can seriously injure you!" They responded. They did not falter in their stance, arms still pulled taut to aim at the water slime hidden behind you. You squinted your eyes at them, only to realise who they were.

"Wait- I know you!" You said and snapped your fingers, wracking through your mind to find their name.

"Apple? No.. Ally? No-"

"It's Amber-"

"AMBER! Yes, the one with the fire powers right?" You exclaimed, accidentally cutting her off. Amber nodded, a reluctant look in her eyes. "It's actually a Pyro vision," She rebuts. You waved a hand dismissively, "Same thing!"

Amber finally relaxes her stance and lowers her bow. With furrowed brows, she glances at the shivering slime behind you. "Why.. Do you have a Hydro slime protecting you?" She asks reluctantly. Despite her curiosity, the defense that has been drilled into her from her training as a Knight of Favonius takes priority in her head. You shrugged and gave her an awkward grin. "It's a funny story actually,"

Amber narrows her gaze. With a quick glance around your figure, her curiosity sparks once more. "What attire at you sporting? Is it Liyuean? Or even Inazuman?" You shook your head, a small frown forming on your face. "About that-"

"Amber!"

Both your head and hers whip around in the direction of the voice. In the near distance was a person with blonde hair. They were accompanied by a floating thing of sorts, its white hair sticking out like a sore thumb in the greenery of your surroundings. As they came closer, you said their names instinctively.

"Aether! Paimon!"

Aether gasps upon hearing your voice, his steps transforming into a light jog to reach you quicker. Paimon floats by him effortlessly, an excited squeal leaving her as she saw your features clearly. "It's you!" She screams happily, whizzing towards you and wrapping her small arms around your neck. You giggled her childlike personality, patting her head just like how a parent would. Finally, someone you had recognised without any prior help.

Aether knelt before you, his golden eyes shining with earnest. He grasps your free hand with both of his, leaning forward to give it a gentle kiss. "Welcome home, Your Grace."

His voice takes you by surprise. It was the first time you heard him speak a full sentence. His voice was smooth and gentle, a surprising contrast to his battle cries and grunts that you have grown accustomed to beforehand. As lovely as his words were, they only fueled your confusion. "I'm sorry- Your Grace? You know my name, Aether." You replied with a befuddled expression. Likewise, Amber sounded equally as confused, if not more, than you. "Traveller? What do you mean that they're-?"

"Amber, do you not recognise them? It's truly Their Grace. They have finally returned home,"

You chuckled awkwardly, waving a hand in front of Aether's face. "You okay, buddy? Are you sick?" He grasps your hand, holding it as gently as one would with handling a child. Running his thumb over your index finger, the ridges of the ring you wore pressed into the pad of his thumb. He held your hand out to it show to Amber. "Would this suffice?"

With a shocked gasp, Amber falls to her knees. She bows at your feet, "Your Grace! Forgive me for not recognising you earlier; of course you would be the only one able to tame a slime effortlessly!"

"Did you say a slime?" Paimon gasps, looking over your shoulder. She squeals excitedly and floats down to be at eye-level with it. "You're really cute when you're not trying to kill us.." The slime squeaks curiously, stretching itself vertically to peer back at Paimon.

Unfortunately, you could not notice the interaction behind you, as you stared down at Aether and Amber in horror. You could feel embarrassment seeping through your bones as you bent down to pull Amber up. "Don't kneel, please! You too, Aether." You chided them lightly and pulled Aether to stand as well. You scratched your head sheepishly, "Besides, I have no idea who this 'Grace' you're addressing me as.. You must have the wrong person."

"That's your rightful title!" Paimon answers for you cheerfully. You raised an eyebrow, "Isn't that a title for nobles? I can assure you that I'm not one," Amber shakes her head, her eyes wide in surprise. "Your title is higher than a mere noble, Your Grace!"

Aether nods reassuringly, affirming Amber's words. "You're more than a noble. You're our Creator, a God of this world." You laughed lightly and patted his shoulders. "Very good joke, Aether! I can tell that we're going to get along just fine-"

"With all due respect Your Grace, Aether was not joking." Amber interrupts with a nervous smile. Your smile fell, a blank expression settling on your face. "Are you being serious?" You asked. All three nodded in unison, the determined look in their eyes showing the honesty they held.

You grimaced. Aether frowns, quickly taking note of the change in your mood. "Your Grace, if I may ask, is there a problem?" You pursed your lips, shyly rocking back-and-forth on the balls of your feet. "Actually yes,"

"Is there something we could do? The chance to serve you in-person is so exciting!" Amber's brown eyes sparkled brightly under the sunlight, appearing like melted honey. Truth be told, you felt a little bad for ruining her sprit with your next response. "How do I say this.." You muttered. "You can be honest with us, promise!" Paimon encourages.

"Gods don't exist."

Your three companions froze, all staring at you with pure shock. The little fairy was the first to recover, floating nearer to your face to stare into your eyes. "You're joking.. Right?" She asked with a quiet voice.

★

A/N: thank you for reading my little fanfic! the idea for this piece came to mind as i was a casual Genshin player, playing only about thrice a week until i fell into the GI fanfic wormhole. then, i discovered SAGAU (which stands of Self Aware Genshin AU). needless to say, i was hooked and it made my interest for the game grow. here's my humble take on the AU, hope you enjoy! like the Impostor!AU, this will be called the Atheist!AU.

disclaimer: the term 'Atheist' can be defined differently between individuals. to avoid any confusion, Atheist!Reader in this, is an atheist because they 100% DO NOT believe in Gods (etc.). Unlike some individuals who are agnostic atheists - people who do not believe in Gods but also doesn't think we can ever know whether a God exists.

edit 2/4/22: part 2 has been posted! link at the top of the post <3

[kazewhara]

jealousy, jealousy. (3)

part one. part two.

# — pairings: xiao x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, xiao, ganyu

# — summary: "jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition... the greater the love, the greater the jealousy..." - robert a. heinlein

# — warnings: a little bit of fighting, injury

# — tags: jealousy, hc/drabble format, fluff, a pinch of angst, healthy communication

# — notes: i... don't even remember when i started writing this. i just know that this is very VERY late, and that i answered an anon about doing xiao and aether because they liked the first jealousy fic so much; i'm really really sorry it took me so long. new ideas appear so quickly and i tend to forget about the ones i already have... i'm sorry. i'm only posting xiao's for now, but i promise i'll get to aether's when i get around to the other boys in due time! reblogs and reactions are always appreciated and i hope you enjoy!

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if you think that his status as the "vigilant yaksha" means that he'll know when he's making you jealous, you'd be dead fucking wrong

not to say that xiao doesn't know what jealousy is; he's not some emotional wall, no matter how much he pretends that he is

xiao actually feels jealousy rather often, but he interprets it as a flash of anger and treats it as such; he'll disappear for a while and come back when he's calmed himself down

but he can't sense it in others. he has no idea what it's supposed to look like in himself, so of course he wouldn't know what it looks like in mortals

so when you up and leave while watching him train ganyu, he's completely confused

ganyu was right, you think as you watch her fight the monsters that were prepared for her. xiao is a really strict teacher.

you expected as much, given the yaksha's personality; he holds himself to an astronomically high standard, and it appears that he does the same for ganyu as well. you glance up at xiao who's standing beside you while you're seated on the grass. he's focused, analyzing her every move from the way she pulls her bowstring to how much cryo she infuses into her shots. for someone who doesn't think himself to be a suitable mentor, he sure does behave like one. you wish that, for a moment, he would spare you some of his attention, but push the feeling away. there's a time for everything, and now is not that time.

you turn your eyes back to ganyu only to find her approaching you two. had she finished already? "that was fast!" you exclaim. "you were even quicker this time!"

ganyu thanks you with a sheepish smile. "you praise me too highly," she says. "i still have much to learn."

you're about to scold ganyu for being so hard on herself when xiao cuts in. "you'd be correct," he says gruffly. "there's still a lot of things that need to be refined." rather than explain himself, he instructs ganyu to follow him a little ways away from you -- probably for safety reasons.

definitely for safety reasons, you conclude as you watch xiao take ganyu's bow and aim for the nearest tree. xiao told you once before that he was trained in all forms of combat and well-versed with just about every weapon possible, though he was biased towards his jade spear. you watch with rapt attention as xiao lets an anemo-infused arrow fly towards the tree and pierce right through it. it exits the other side of the tree trunk, and you have to press your lips together to keep your jaw from dropping. he's amazing.

you weren't here to gawk at xiao -- not really -- but you couldn't help it.

you can't hear the conversation they have or what instructions ganyu receives, but xiao's coming your way again after he's done, standing by your side once more. you look up at him with a small smile. "you're a great teacher, xiao."

your boyfriend’s eyebrows twitch. he doesn't handle praise from you very well. he likes it -- loves it, even -- but he still has trouble believing it. he lowers himself and sits beside you, meeting your eyes for a moment. "what makes a student great is not the teacher, but their willingness to learn and improve." he says wisely. he turns his eyes back to ganyu, who's busy trying to recreate what xiao did a few minutes prior. "she has a natural talent for this sort of thing, unlike most mortals. she needs someone to help her refine her skills, not teach her new ones. i am not the right person to do either."

you don't know how to reply to that. xiao is rough around the edges; no amount of TLC will ever truly smooth him out. you should be used to it by now, but when xiao said that ganyu was naturally gifted unlike most humans, you felt a sudden pang in your chest.

was he... talking about you just now?

after pressing him about it for months, xiao finally agreed to train with you. he was reluctant at first since his battle methods were more destructive than others, but you wouldn't back down. sure, xiao was destructive, but he was also efficient, swift, and stylish all at once. his techniques had no flaws whatsoever, and you wanted to learn that. but as you already know, xiao's teaching was... abrasive.

you grunted as your back hit the ground for the seventeenth time that day with the tip of xiao's jade spear hovering above your pulse point. "you still have too many openings." xiao informed as he stepped back. "come at me again. defend yourself properly this time."

being xiao's lover meant that you received special treatment from him, but that treatment didn't exist on the battlefield. you panted for a while on the ground before hauling yourself up and readying your stance.

the goal for today's sparring lesson was to land a hit on xiao, but for about four hours, he'd been tossing you around. after the tenth time you hit the ground, you asked him if he enjoyed trying to kill you.

you were joking, but xiao didn't find it funny.

he had let his spear disappear as soon as the words left your mouth. his brows had drawn in and he looked guilty, like he was blaming himself for something. "is that what you think i am doing?" he asked you. "we do not have to do this any longer if you are injured; i am already trying my best not to seriously hurt you as it is, but if i am, then--"

"xiao, it was a joke!" you scurried over to him and held his face in your hands, making him look you in the eyes. if you'd let him go down that road any longer, then he'd never train you again. you knew that the reason he declined to do this was because he feared that he would severely injure, if not kill, you. you press your forehead against his. "it was meant as a joke, love. i know you don't mean to hurt me."

xiao made a noise deep in his chest. "are you absolutely sure?"

you pulled away from him with a nod. "absolutely." you backed up a bit and readied your weapon again. "i'm ready."

xiao's frown lasted for a few more seconds before he summoned his own weapon and resumed the lesson.

even after that, he still wasn't fully convinced that he wouldn't break you. he would stop training you after shorter amounts of time, muttering excuses about purging demons from an area. you were often left to replicate things xiao did by yourself. you actually saw the progress after a while, but you wished xiao could dedicate as much time to you as he does to ganyu.

you feel your brain screech to an abrupt halt. you turn your head to look at xiao, but he's gone. when did he move? you hadn't heard him leave. you look up and see him with ganyu again, likely commenting on her progress, and something snake-like constricts around your heart.

he's so... attentive when it comes to her. why isn't he like that with you?

you try to shake yourself free of the thought, but it latches on too quickly. you can't take your eyes off of xiao and the way he helps ganyu hold her bow for optimal firing accuracy; the way he frowns in disapproval when she doesn't hit exactly where he told her to. he can do that with you, can't he?

then why doesn't he? does ganyu have something that you don't?

you actually begin to laugh at yourself. of course she has something you don't. she's better than you in every way, is she not? it's only natural that xiao would invest more time in her.

that's the final straw for you. you push yourself up off the ground and start back towards wangshu inn without another word. the dark cloud that's taken up residence in your heart only darkens further as you walk, and you lose track of time. you arrive at the inn a bit faster than you expected. you head straight into your room and lay on the bed. you do everything you can to silence the jealousy, but it's too loud; it brings you to tears.

questioning your self worth is quite the exhausting activity, because when you open your eyes again, the room is pitch dark. you sit up with a start, rubbing your eyes with a frustrated sigh. "how long was i--"

"you're awake."

you're not proud of the shriek that leaves you when you hear xiao's voice. he's leaning on the wall next to the bed, his golden eyes cutting through the darkness. once you manage to slow your heartbeat, you giggle quietly. "were you watching me sleep again? you know you can just lay down with me."

you can't see xiao's expression, but you get the feeling he's glaring at you. it never holds any real venom -- not with you. "i've told you before that adepti have no need for sleep."

"sure, xiao." you roll your eyes playfully. you've caught him nodding off more than once, but he never owns up to it.

xiao strides over to you and sits in front of you. he's so close that you can actually see his features clearly in the dark. his eyes seem like they're glowing as they observe you closely. you're about to ask why he's staring so hard when a tentative hand rests on your cheek. "xiao? is everything alright?"

the yaksha's expression sours as he tries to find together the right words to say. "you."

"...me?"

"you left."

a lump forms in your throat at his words. you'd actually forgotten about that; now that you remember, you feel like going back to sleep. "i did." you say through grit teeth. "i was tired."

xiao squints. "you're lying," he says right away. "you grit your teeth when you lie."

well, shit. you grimace and shut your eyes. he's never going to understand if you don't tell him, and this feeling will only fester if you leave it unaddressed for too long, so you explain. you rest your hand over the one xiao's placed on your face, leaning into his touch. his fingers twitch, but stay in place.

"xiao."

"what?"

you snort. something about his calloused responses to everything is oddly endearing. "you know i'm not going to break, right?"

xiao gives you a look. "...all mortals break eventually."

"that's not what i mean." you remove xiao's hand and take the glove that he always wears. xiao's never been very fond of his hands and the countless scars and callouses they bear, but you are. the first time he showed them to you, you had to hold his hands for a few hours before he understood that you weren't going to suddenly be destroyed or repulsed by his skin. but he's never used to it, so you can feel his fingers tense when they intertwine with yours.

hand holding with xiao is so intimate -- probably even more so than the fleeting kisses you share. xiao's eyes don't leave your face the entire time, his expression only growing more and more confused. "why... are you doing this?" he finally asks.

"because i need you to understand that i trust you, xiao." you whisper.

no amount of time would change the fact that xiao believed that you didn't trust him -- that you shouldn't trust him with your life. but you do. you did trust him with your very being, yet he kept refusing it. his refusal to accept your trust affected the way he handled himself around you, which then caused you to question your worth to him. it was a vicious cycle you two found yourselves in, but it was one you were determined to break.

you can feel the effect your words have on xiao more than see them. he jerks back a little, but thinks twice and keeps his hand in yours. you keep talking.

"you swore to me that you would never hurt me, be it intentionally or otherwise. i believed you then and i believe you now. you've done an amazing job keeping me safe so far, but you need to remember that i'm also a fighter -- i can handle pain just as much as the next person."

"where are you... going with this?" xiao sounds so confused, but he asks so gently. even in the dark, you can see uncertainty written all over his face. he almost looks like he's in a daze; it's probably because of the hand holding. he curls his fingers a little, finally allowing himself to hold you properly. "what are you trying to tell me?"

"i'm saying," you whisper as you lean in slowly, "that i love you." you're a breath away from his face now, but he doesn't pull away. xiao's eyes become hooded and you see his gaze drop to your lips more than once. he's cute, but you weren't doing this so you could kiss him. not yet, anyhow. "i need you to understand that i can handle you -- every part of you. you can relax around me, xiao. you're not going to hurt me."

xiao's fingers straighten out again; a sign that he doesn't believe you. you kiss him out of desperation, the touch feather light. he curls his fingers instinctively and you pull away. "i'm serious, xiao. i know you won't."

"nothing is guaranteed in this world," xiao mutters. "but, you... you really believe that you will be safe around me?"

it must be working. you kiss him again, drinking in the soft noise he makes. "of course," you say when you pull away. "but if you don't believe it, then you can train me so that i can keep myself safe in your stead."

to your surprise, xiao agrees. he doesn't give it much thought; either he truly thinks that sparring with you was a good idea, or the kisses are working a little too well. either way, you silently hope he won't go back on his word. you feel at ease now, having resolved the issue. if it wasn't resolved now, then at the very least, it was on that path.

you let go of xiao's hand but he doesn't let go of yours. you were hoping you could go back to sleep now that you were breathing easier, but it looks like xiao had other plans. outside, the clouds make room for the moon, and you're finally able to see xiao illuminated by the moonlight. there's a faint blush high on his cheeks as he looks right at you. he mumbles something under his breath.

"is something wrong?" you ask. "i was going to head back to sleep, but--"

"i said, i--" xiao cuts himself off. his blush darkens into a very visible red, and he seems to be upset with himself for being so flustered. "you kissed me, and... i would like another. please." the last word is said so softly, you would have missed it if the room weren't so quiet.

xiao's terrible with affection, but he craves it more than anyone you have ever met. you wouldn't dare deny him, so you lean back in, pulling your hand out of his grasp and holding his face. "since you asked so nicely." you whisper.

xiao sighs into the kiss and pulls you in closer. it's just you, him, and the moon.

✧ mmh despite feeling guilty about not having posted this for a while, i'm pretty proud of this tbh. this was one of my earliest reqs and i actually had xiao's part written all this time but i just,,, never got around to posting it, but i hope the kisses at the end make up for it a little ♡

[goodomensblog]

Afterward - Part 13

A Good Omens Choose Your Own Adventure Fic

Here’s how it works:

I’ll write a scene.

At the end of each scene, you’ll be presented with 2-3 options for what the characters will choose to do next.

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Read: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12

(Another landslide winner! #2 was the clear favorite. Thank you for voting!)

Afterward - - - Part 13

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“If you want to keep that hand, demon, you’ll release me. Now.”

Crowley, despite very much wanting to keep said hand, does not let go.

When Gabriel reaches over his shoulder, pulling his Heavenly sword from the aether, Crowley twists out of the way. “Woah, woah, woah - hey! Hold on. Just wait.”

“Just wait?” Gabriel snaps, voice dripping with incredulity. “Heaven is under attack, and you want me to just wait?”

“What about Beelzebub?”

“What about them? Maybe - just maybe it’s a bunch of demons who are fighting my angels right now!”

“That thing, whatever it was we felt - that was not demonic, you know it as well as I do.”

“Then what the fuck are my angels fighting?” Gabriel asks, his knuckles going white around the sword pulled halfway into existence. 

From beyond the hall, the cries have grown louder, fiercer - more desperate. There is a static crackling in the air and the acrid, burnt smell of ozone.

Crowley, after risking a glance at the sword, releases Gabriel’s sleeve - and instead, grabs him by the wrist.

“Something,” Crowley hisses, “that was strong enough to bust into Heaven with one blow. Something that I’ve never encountered - and I once traveled all the universe hanging stars. Something that’s, by the sounds of it, carving through ranks of highly trained angelic warriors like butter.”

“That’s why,” Gabriel says, giving his arm a savage yank, “I need to-”

“That’s why you’re gonna want a bloody Lord of Hell in fighting shape!”

At that, Gabriel’s struggles momentarily cease. He blinks, scoffing, “You can’t seriously think-”

“I think that Beelzebub wants to live. And they - like Aziraphale and myself, are currently stuck in Heaven with you, a bunch of angels, and whatever the fuck that thing is. So be smart about this, you giant idiot. Save Beelzebub. Help us find out what they know. And maybe, just maybe we can all use Beelzebub, Lord of Hell, to help us get out of this god damned- er, blessed - augh - whatever! Predicament!” Crowley finishes, chest heaving.

It isn’t exactly a lie. While Crowley is certain Beelzebub, like a cornered cat, will indeed willingly fight whatever this thing is, he is not at all sure how battle ready old Beelzebub will be after just a handful of Hellfire. 

But Gabriel doesn’t need to know that.

White knuckled fingers loosen their hold on the sword’s gleaming hilt. Gabriel sinks back. Running a hand up and over his face, he mutters to himself, and sharp, ugly curses fill the spaces between his breaths. When his eyes open, his razor-edge gaze zeroes in on Crowley’s hand. “Seriously. Stop touching me.”

Crowley’s hand snaps open.

“I won’t abandon my soldiers. Not now. Not when they need me,” Gabriel says, yanking his jacket straight. “So you’ll have to retrieve the Hellfire.”

Crowley, who had realistically expected this conversation to end with one of them flipping the middle finger and the other attempting to administer a beheading, takes a moment to process this development.

“I - wait - you want me to-?”

“Yes. Obviously. Shut up.”

“Right. Okay,” Crowley says, and shakes his head. “Wait, where-”

“Do you remember where the records are stored?”

Crowley pauses at that. 

His memory of Heaven - it’s strange. In many ways, it blurs together, a mural of incandescent colors, textures, half-recalled musical notes, voices - that from up close, are nearly incomprehensible.  

But there are moments of clarity. As if he has, for a second, stepped back a pace, and sees just a glimpse of the full thing; an expansive mural that his mosaic memories press together to create. He knows he hung the stars. And he knows, from some forgotten space in him mind, where in these white marble halls the records are kept.

“Yes,” Crowley says, because he can picture the room in his mind now: those twin pillars on either side of that tall, golden door.

“It’s stored on the highest level, in the silver chest,” Gabriel says, curt.

“Got it,” Crowley says, already retreating - because now that Gabriel has given him the information he needs, Crowley doesn’t want to go and give the archangel a chance to change his mind. 

But Gabriel has already turned away. Black, polished shoes tapping smartly against white marble, the angel strolls down the hall and draws a gleaming sword out of the air.

Crowley is mentally mapping his route. He’ll need to take the first door on the right, then cross the atrium and - 

Gabriel’s shout catches him before he can leave.

“By the way, I’m not an idiot, demon. I do know that a single jar of expired Hellfire’s not exactly going to do any demonic miracles.” Gabriel stands at the end of the hall, violet eyes bright in the half light. “And I know Beelzebub’s not going to help anyone anytime soon.”

Crowley stops, turning fully back.

Gabriel lifts the sword, jabbing the blade in Crowley’s direction. “After all this is done, I will be in touch. I expect Beelzebub to share the information they promised me.”

Crowley stares, baffled. “What are you-”

“No - nuh - shush!” Gabriel snaps, waving the sword. “In my room, there’s a passageway out of Heaven. It’s behind the tapestry. After you heal Beelzebub, take them and go.”

“Ohh-kay,” Crowley says, trying to wrap his mind around this second surprising development. “You - that’s - uh - huh. You know, that’s actually pretty nice of you, Gabriel.”

“Yeah, no - zip it,” Gabriel bites out, shifting with obvious discomfiture. “The last thing I need is anyone finding a couple of demons and a bad angel in my private rooms. Take Beelzebub and get out.” And with a final jab in Crowley’s direction, Gabriel spins the sword with a flourish and disappears into a beam of screaming light.

“What a nutcase,” Crowley says to the empty hallway. 

He crosses the atrium at a sprint, keeping a careful eye out for angels - but the atrium and surrounding halls are empty. Heaven’s full forces have been mustered, then. It’s a sobering thought, and one that makes Crowley run just a little faster. 

 As he runs, he can’t help but think of Uriel and Gabriel’s conversation. God is….missing? Could it possibly be true? Crowley’s head tilts back, as if he might spy Her amongst the arched ceiling tiles stretching forlornly above.

She couldn’t be gone, right?

After all, where would She go?

The entrance to the Hall of Records is as abandoned as the rest of Heaven, and Crowley flings open it’s arched doors. The Records Room is - staggering. Crowley’s step slow as shelves and stairs rise up around him. His footsteps echo - from marble floors, between pillars, up winding stairs, and fading as they rise into the cavernous dome extending far, far above.

Crowley swears softly, and that echoes too.

As his shoe touches the first stair, he thinks of where he wants to be: the top floor; and when he reaches the second step, the domed ceiling is suddenly directly above him - and the top floor, bathed in gold, is before him, as though it had always been.

Crowley doesn’t have time for surprise or awe, so he focuses instead on the chest; which is sitting, unbothered, at the far side of the room. 

He half expects some kind of booby trap, so when the silver lid slides unhesitatingly open, Crowley can’t help but flinch back. 

Nothing happens. 

Brows lifted, Crowley peers tentatively over the chest’s edge. There, at its center, sits a black jar. Sniffing the air, Crowley can just make out the slightest hints of sulfur.

Tensing, he reaches a hand in - and is relieved when his fingers close over the lid of the jar. He draws it out - and breathes a grateful sigh when no traps spring and no alarms blare.

Kneeling before the chest, he cracks the jar’s lid. When roaring heat surges forth, he snaps the lid back.

“Yep, that’s the stuff,” he says, and screws the lid tight.

Crowley takes the stairs at a run. On the first step, he thinks of the ground floor, and on the second step, he steps confidently into - a room stacked with scrolls.

“Huh,” he says, craning his head back to look at rich oak shelves and the layers of pale scrolls artfully piled upon them. “You’re not what I wanted.”

Deciding to try again, Crowley is turning back to the stairs when faded paint catches his eye. 

He stops.

The mural is nearly entirely covered by shelves and scrolls. The visible section is a web of cracked paint and fading colors - a stark contrast to Heaven’s typically immaculate decor. But even faded as it is, Crowley can make out, clear as day, a Bentley - his Bentley, painted in peeling fresco. 

Crowley blinks. Rubs his eyes. Squints, and blinks again.

“That’s....weird.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Rushing back with the Hellfire, Crowley has stumbled upon an impossible oddity in the Hall of Records. When faced with this strange omen, Crowley will…

Investigate. He doesn’t have much time to spare, but he can’t leave without uncovering the other side of this mysterious mural. 

Leave. The mural is strange, but time is of the essence. Crowley can’t risk the detour.

Please comment or reblog to vote! I can’t wait to see what you all choose :)

Part 14

[livinginfictions]

Tag/Ask Game

This is a sort of Check-in Tag game thing? I was tagged by @vikingstrash, so thank you dear!

1. Why did you choose your url?

I used to have a different tumblr, and then my sister saw me on it and literally took the mouse and made me follow her own tumblr, and it made me So Immensely uncomfortable, I immediately went and made a whole new blog, and messaged all my mutuals privately to tell them I was moving so my sister wouldn't find out. As I struggled to come up with something more creative than 'time-lady," I remembered one of my mom's favorite sayings, "Reality sucks, live in fiction" and since livinginfiction was taken, my friend (who was helping with the crisis) and I added an 's.' Voila. Seven years later, it's the only username i have online. XD

2. Any side blog?

Three, actually. We've got @merthurismycrack where I reblog Merthur shit, @samspsychicpowers for some SPN stuff, and the side blog that's basically my main blog at this point: @asterekmess which is where all my Teen Wolf and Sterek stuff goes.

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

Uhhh, I've been on this blog since August of 2014, but my old blog was started in....March 2013. I've been around a fucking while.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

HA. Fuck no. Do I look that organized? Y'all get three hours of spam reblogs, and then I disappear into the aether. How it should be. XD

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

This is essentially the same as I said for question one. Sister found the old blog, and I needed a new one. I tend to make my side blogs for more pointed material, so that my main blog can have like...the amalgamation of general stuff i like, and then I can keep the fandomy content more concentrated into the side blogs.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Originally, I did not have this icon. I had this pic I found online with these Beautiful bronze wings against a black background. But then, around the time I decided I wanted to sort of...simplify things and make my username for my online stuff all the same, with all the same pfp's so that I was easily recognized, etc, I realized that....that picture was not mine. I didn't design it or anything. And i couldn't find its source to ask for permission to use it. And it started making me feel shitty for using it in the first place. So I spent like an hour and a half trying to make my Own Wing pic to use, and failed miserably. As a last ditch effort, i went through my 'artistic' photos on my phone and found this one. I adore sky pics, and cloud pics, etc, so it was super my thing, and I just slapped it on there. Still not sick of it. XD I also went to my side blogs and changed out the pfp's for photos that I'd taken, except the sterek blog, because that one is literally just a black triskelion on a white background, and it's a pretty non-specific thing. I would have used a picture of my Own Tattoo, but it's very hard to get a picture of my back that doesn't have weird lighting, and I'm just too lazy.

7. Why did you choose your header?

All my headers are also photos that I've taken or art pieces that I've made. In the case of this blog, it's a picture I made with a 'galaxy maker' online thingy. I love green. I love blue. Ta dah. In general i just try to find something that gives me the right vibes or has the right color palette to match what it's for. (orange and blue for sterek, trees for merlin, and wings for spn)

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

On this blog? I.....just spent two hours digging through all my posts tagged 'personal' bc i wanted the post that I MADE with the most notes...and i have no idea. I mostly respond to other posts, rather than making my own. The highest note count i can find is a post i made abt having friends that aren't in your fandom, which means you can use inspirational quotes to help them through tough times without them realizing ur quoting doctor who or something. 22 notes. *fingerguns* I'm famous, i know.

9. How many mutuals do you have ?

Is...is that a thing i can check?? or do you expect me to hand count??

10. How many followers do you have right now?

Uhghhghghgh, this blog has 439 at the moment, and i'm pretty sure not a lot of those are porn bots, bc i usually screen new followers for it. a lot of them have come over from my sterek blog though.

11. How many people do you follow?

hehe....uh...36.....one of which is my husband....

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

I don't even know what the requirements for something being a 'shitpost' are....but i think no?

EDIT: I Take it Back, I just found a post I made with "Hot Take: PIneapples are an honorary citrus fruit" and I believe that counts? So YES.

13. How often do you use tumblr?

Uh, nearly every day, multiple times a day. Sometimes i forget it exists for a couple days, though. It's my only social media. I dont use twitter or facebook or instagram. I Have Accounts, but I literally dont open those apps more than once a month.

14. Did you have a fight /argument with another  blog ? Who won?

My sterek blog gets in fights more often than it should. XD I'm feisty. And I dunno who wins, i think no one. it's tumblr. there's no real winning or losing.

15. How do feel about “ you need to reblog  this” post?

Oh 90% of the time I'll fucking ignore it on principle. I come to tumblr to enjoy myself and escape. I refuse to guilt the shit out of myself and my followers for not reblogging something deemed Essential. I don't care how deep the topic is or how heavy. Sometimes that's WHY I'm not reblogging it, because I don't want that shit on my blog. The other 10% of the time, I'll go to most recent reblog that Doesn't have the guilty shit on it, and then reblog that.

16. Do you like tag games?

It sounds narcissistic, but I like being tagged in them and doing them. I just Really Really Really hate tagging anyone else.

17. Do you like ask games?

Yup, I think they're fun, though I really don't think anyone wants to know this much about me.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Uhhh...I have no clue. I think...I think I might be the tumblr famous mutual, or at least my sterek blog is....

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Yup. My husband.

20. Tagged?

Uh, no one. makes me anxious. XD If someone wants to do it, go ahead and claim i tagged you, i promise no one'll call ur bluff.

[winduphaurchefant]

REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY » Reese Farouel

RULES.  Repost, don’t reblog! Tag 10! Good luck!

TAGGED BY. @to-the-voiceless

TAGGING. @fivebrights and anyone else who wants to do it since the rest of flowr has been tagged

BASICS.

FULL  NAME : Charalise Farouel

NICKNAME : Reese, which she uses instead of her actual first name. It stuck.

AGE : 28

BIRTHDAY : 28th day of the 6th umbral moon (12/28)

ETHNIC  GROUP : Elezen / Wildwood and Duskwight parentage

NATIONALITY : Sharlayan

LANGUAGE / S : Eorzean Common, Sharlayan, and bits of some niche languages.

ORIENTATION : Bi (is inexperienced with the concept of polyamory but might be willing to try if it comes up)

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : In flowrverse (our fc where we are All wol)) she’s most likely taken by Haurchefant because there’s absolutely no fucking way he’d die on her watch. In-game universe is less concrete, her self esteem is quite low so she doesn’t actively seek relationships but she’s prone to getting crushes easily; Urianger being one of them.

HOME  TOWN / AREA : The Sharlayan Colony, Dravania

CURRENT HOME : A small cottage on the very fringes of the Lavender Beds. Also technically Fortemps manor and her room in the Pendants.

PROFESSION : Scholar (in the literal sense), Adventurer, and Warrior of Light 

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Café au lait blonde. She used to have it quite long, reaching past her hips, not styled in any specific way but brushed at least. After the Seventh Umbral Calamity she’s kept it quite short for practical purposes and usually hacks away at it herself, much to her friend Lunya’s chagrin.

EYES : Almond shaped eyes of deep blue with a halo of gold around the pupil, accentuated by her thick brows which are uncommon for most Elezen.

FACE : An oval shaped face with a tall, straight nose. Not overly animated in her expressions since the calamity.

LIPS : Has somewhat pouty lips and a bad habit of lip biting

COMPLEXION : Fair skin that freckles easily, she has the ability to tan but makes sure to apply salves to her skin before leaving for areas with more intense sunlight. Lots of moles, with a few noticeable ones on her face.

BLEMISHES : None that are noticeable 

SCARS : A Lot. She has a very prominent scar across her back which she usually likes to cover up.

TATTOOS : None. She enjoys seeing other people’s tattoos but wouldn’t get one for herself, she hates feeling stuck with something.

HEIGHT : Average height for an Elezen at around 6′3″

WEIGHT : 180 lbs give or take, most of it is muscle

BUILD : Tall and lean, quite muscular but not very toned. Her muscles were built more for purpose and less for show, like a power lifter. She could probably roundhouse kick someones head clean off. Pear shaped.

FEATURES : Her prominent brows and two moles beside her right eye

ALLERGIES : No known allergies, but she can get sick very easily.

USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :  When it was long she usually just wore it down and free flowing, she does the same with her short hair although it doesn’t flow as much.

USUAL  FACE  LOOK : Her expression is usually quite stoic with a hint of Very Tired to spice things up. Is known frequently to come down with a case of RBF

USUAL  CLOTHING : Loose tunics and some fitted trousers and boots when she’s sitting around researching or not doing much, she’ll just pile on armour as needed. Starts to wear things that are a bit more form fitting or aesthetically pleasing as she becomes more comfortable with herself.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Heights, being trapped, death, death of loved ones, failure, being abandoned, and... spiders

ASPIRATION / S :  To just be... content. Surrounded by people she loves and who earnestly love her in return.

POSITIVE  TRAITS : Empathetic, resilient, compassionate, she is the unstoppable force and the immovable object.

NEGATIVE  TRAITS : She is the unstoppable force and the immovable object. Tends to bottle her feelings and has a hard time trusting people. Self-sacrificing. Low self worth.

MBTI : INFP-T (Mediator) 

ZODIAC : Althyk (Capricorn)

TEMPERAMENT : Cross between phlegmatic and melancholic

SOUL  TYPE / S : Server

ANIMALS : Dire wolf, lioness, sparrow

VICE HABIT / S: Prone to bouts of just... lying there. Doesn’t sleep very well so she ends up half finishing a lot of things.

FAITH : Unsure

GHOSTS ? : Yes.

AFTERLIFE ? : Possibly

REINCARNATION ? : Possibly

ALIENS ? : Anything’s possible!

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : She really doesn’t like thinking about politics after being absolutely smothered by The Bibliothecs. Very left leaning

EDUCATION  LEVEL : Received a proper education at the Studium in Old Sharlayan, sponsored by a certain Archon. Her interests were too varied to become an Archon and was constantly belittled for her niche areas of study. If she only applied herself...

FAMILY.

FATHER : Barnimonchet Farouel. (Status Unknown)  Archon Barnimonchet was the foremost expert on aetherytes and aetherical travel. Having led repairs to multiple aetheryte systems across Eorzea and a member of the Antitower excursion team, he drifted (literally) quite frequently between the Studium and the colony. Despite his meek nature and tendency to ramble, there is no doubting that he was worthy of the title of Archon.

MOTHER : Nenne Farouel née Phillone (Status Unknown) Archon Nenne was a master in the studies of all things alchemical, including potions, crystal structures, and inks for grimoires and tomes. Her preferred area of study was researching ways to better the body and mind, noting the aetherical compositions of different beings and brewing revitalizing concotions; especially her recent invention which coined the term "Craftman's Tea", creating the recipe as a way to help her husband in his work. She often found herself in the Arboretum gathering ingredients and helping out her fellows tasked with groundskeeping, scolding tones of "Barn!" could be frequently heard echoing through the Telmatology quarter as her husband and formerly mentioned Archon fumbled his way through the vined walkways to visit her.

SIBLINGS : None

EXTENDED  FAMILY : No knowledge of extended blood family. The closest she had to a parental figure was Archon Louisoix who had originally offered to babysit her as a babe when her parents left on orders to study an aetherical disturbance, after which they disappeared. He took on the role as a surrogate parent for her, having no trust in Sharlayan’s current care system. Takes on an older sibling role with the younger scions.

NAME MEANING / S : I named her Reese Peepo because I like Reese’s Pieces and the peepo video was popular at the time. Charalise is a nonsense name I gave her to fit in with why she’s Reese. 

HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ?: none

FAVORITES.

BOOK : She loves history books with any knowledge predating the fourth astral era, and has been known to read the occasional romance novel when no one is looking. Has grown to hate learning about anything Allagan.

DEITY : No specific deity

HOLIDAY : Starlight Celebration

MONTH : October (Fifth umbral moon)

SEASON :  Fall/Winter

PLACE : Urth’s Gift

WEATHER : Rain

SOUND / S: Wind blowing through the trees, crackling of firewood, morning bird calls, the cello

SCENT / S :  Clean laundry, freshly baked goods, flowers, cut grass

TASTE / S :  Savoury, warm spices, nothing too sweet

FEEL / S : Heavy blankets, smooth crystal, soft leaves

ANIMAL / S : All

NUMBER : none

COLORS : Earthy colours and the blue of the ocean on a clear day

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Gardening, sword fighting, art, singing (she usually does it by herself), healing magic

BAD  AT : Staying level headed, opening up, decorating, fashion

TURN  ONS : Honesty, good sense of humour, kindness

TURN  OFFS : Cruelty, making fun of her interests, being ignored, arrogance

HOBBIES : Researching lost civilizations, anything creative, cooking

TROPES : Rage Breaking Point, It Sucks to Be the Chosen One, Big Fucking Sword, Adorkable, Conveniently an Orphan, Friend to All Living Things, Broken Hero,  I Just Want to Be Loved, Badass Bookworm

QUOTES : 

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie,  what would it be called,  what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1 : Probably a LOTR-esque high fantasy adventure movie

Q2 : What would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2 : Lots of cello and choir pieces

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character?          

A3 : She’s basically my self insert but with a little extra Oomph

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?          

A4 :  She’s basically my self insert

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : She’s not very expressive, she’s not used to being super goofy or anything which I am

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse?          

A6 : Lots

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you?          

A7 : Probably pretty chill, would probably go and get pizza together

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?        

A8 : Haurchefant intentionally or unintentionally tends to break her stony facade with his ceaseless flirting and a barrage of compliments which usually ends up with Reese either cracking a little smile or turning beet red and abruptly leaving the room. He brings out the morosexual in her. She instantly becomes brighter than the sun when she’s around anyone far younger than her, switching to a more motherly persona. Alphinaud and Alisaie receive the brunt of her affections before Ryne comes along. Neither will admit to the fact they both actually enjoy it.

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse?        

A9 : Honestly       listening to LOZ music since she’s basically Link but a little bit to the left

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete?          

A10 : F.....four days

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

In the world of "Who framed Roger Rabbit" does actual animation exist, or are all cartoons just filmed movies made with Toon actors?

Do all cartoon characters from everywhere live in that single toon town, or are there multiple toon enclaves around the world?

Is there an anime town somewhere in Japan?

Is there a separate hentai town, or is it anime town's red light district, or do they mix freely with the non-H denizens of anime town?

11 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

#4

Let me preface this by saying two things.

1> Warning, Great Ace Attorney Chronicles Spoilers.

2> I love these games, and when I complain about shit like the god awful puns or the prosecution concealing or outright forging evidence, or any other clearly illegal legal-fuckery, I actually like these things. They ARE the game. This game is mentally and emotionally abusing me but it is consensual. Ace Attorney is a form of Mental/Emotional S&M, ok? Beat me whip me kick me make me cross-examine the parrot, the safe word is "Home Button".

Now, THAT SAID, Oh my fucking jesus god what the shit! Last case of the first Ryunosuke Naruhodo game.

The judge is like "Prosecutor van Zeiks, you normally only take on very complex or very governmentally important cases. You took 5 years off, came back for two cases, and then disappeared for 2 months. Why have you come back to prosecute this very simple looking robbery turned murder?"

"Well, your Honor," replies Zeiks, "I just FUCKING HATE the Japanese. I cannot stand the goddamn Japanese. It's Racism pure and simple I'm here because the defense attorney is Japanese and I hate him for it. Fuck em!"

How the FUCK does Jury selection work? How the FUCK did a Non-resident, Non-english speaking, Known, Admitted, Russian Revolutionary Terrorist who has come to Britain for the publicly stated goal of Blowing Up the Crystal Tower at the World Expo get ONTO THE FUCKING JURY?!?!

Oh hello dotty old man dressed as a doctor. I see you're on the Jury. Oh, you JUST CAME from performing Surgery on Herlock Sholmes? Oh you were doing the surgery related to his being shot IN THIS CASE WE ARE TRYING? And you didn't mention this earlier? And how does this NOT disqualify you from serving on this Jury again?

Also, Prosecutor Dracula van Dracula Dracula Dracula Dracula, I know you have 96 pictures from the auto cameras in the shop, could you provide THE OTHER 94? NOW? Do we have FUCKING DISCOVERY RULES?!?! No, no of course we don't, but Jesus fucking Wept!

Basic Discovery rules would DESTROY this franchise...

12 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

#3

My Sprigatito evolution predictions.

13 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

#2

Two important parts of the capitalist mindset to understand in order to understand WHY things are so fucked up these days.

1: If people had to pay me $20 to [do x] instead of doing it themselves, I'd make another $100billion a year, therefore people who [do x] themselves are STEALING $100BILLION FROM ME AN SHOULD BE PROSECUTED!

2: Stock analysts predicted that I would make $100Billion, and I only made $85Billion, Therefore I LOST $15BILLION, SOMEONE STOLE IT AND THEY SHOULD BE PROSECUTED!

19 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

AETHERS! Mother! Fucking! AETHERS!

*vibrates with excitement*

47 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

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