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i firmly believe phainon sends such videos/photos (with exactly same caption) to his s/o 🤭🤭

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Oh, Phainon, I wish you could see how much you are loved

⇥ 900 Followers event

something inside me broke when I was making this comic.... ZOOM IN ON THE TEXT CUZ U MIGHT NOT SEE AND FORGIVE ME FOR THAT FUCKASS HANDWRITING. MY TEXT THING WONT WORKDDAWJHE also can be seen as a side story to my self-aware phai comic (he exploring our world) and also a bit based on @azariahrizz comment on my post (big brain idea..) and @sugarcubesandinsanity 's post (yes I combined everything !!!!!!!)

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warnings: reader is highkey toxic and mean. phainon's batshit insane about them though so uh…they're so cute together wow!! kinda ooc. phainon gets jealous yeah. yandere phainon. Angsty as hell. Not proofread LMAO

a/n: this is like an au where phainon just goes cuckoo crazy and ure also part of the chrysos heirs. also reader is lowkey...a creature? implied to be an error in the simulation or smth. I GAVE UP DOING THAT LOWERCASE FUCKING WRITING ARGH. also yes i am working on yalls requests DONT WORRY...i just had to write this our cause its been bothering me and i just had to okay.

Imagine stumbling upon a public debate while walking through the streets of Okhema. There's tons of people watching, whispering among themselves as they watch with bated breaths.

Curiously, you move closer to take a look.

It's some man dressed in scholarly robes and…Phainon? You snort, finding the scene quite humorous. Who would dare try and start a debate with one of Anaxagoras’ brightest students? Either you're mad or as arrogant as those council elders in their lofty chairs.

But you continue to watch, focused and curious at the random scholar willing to humiliate himself in front of a big crowd. The scholar was surprisingly good, not the absolute best but he was holding off quite well against Phainon. That was already worthy of praise, even you find it hard to go against Phainon in debates. (not that you've ever lost, you have an inkling he's letting you win on purpose though)

A small smile forms on your lips, eyes crinkled as you continue to stare at the young scholar. You've always favored the bold and defiant, it's nice to see such a valiant mind.

In your amusement, you forget the fact that Phainon was even there in the first place. He noticed you earlier as he was countering his opponent's argument.

His speech froze mid-way, gentle blue eyes zeroing on your visage like a dog seeing his owner from far-away. He immediately brightened, posture straightening before realizing that you weren't looking at him, no, you looked at the young scholar with that lovely smile— a smile that the man in front of him did not deserve.

Phainon, in his stupor, did not notice the confused expression his opponent was giving him. Didn't even realize that he stopped talking and was gritting his teeth while his eyes stayed on your face, looking both hurt and enraged.

As the scholar was about to speak, maybe ask what the hell was going on with him, he halted his movements when the chyrsos hair suddenly whipped his head to face him. And boy, did his body take a screenshot when he saw Phainon's face.

Phainon managed to tear his eyes away from you, his gaze more hostile and body rigid as he looked straight at the scholar. The chrysos heir looked at the young scholar in front of him, eyes roaming up and down before frowning.

Just what was it that caught your attention?

Does it matter? If he shows just how much better he is compared to the man you're paying way too much attention to, you'd realize how much better Phainon is compared to him. An easy solution.

So, Phainon spits out words like it's a sword fight rather than philosophical debate. He cuts through the scholar's arguments as if it's paper, sharp and absolute. His tone is a lot more hostile, the spite nearly palpable but no one would ever believe he'd be capable of such a thing. Instead, they see it as fiery passion, wanting to defend the side that he believed in.

Of course, his debate opponent noticed it. Almost stepping back in fear that the chrysos heir would actually draw his sword and ask for a physical fight right then and there.

You noticed it too, eyebrows raised in bewilderment as you look at the white-haired deliverer who circled the scholar as if he was prey.

It was not the usual way Phainon debated, at least not to young scholars with aspirations and stars in their eyes. This was a tone he'd use when he's in a council meeting with Aglaea, solemnly stomping down any argument the old fossils gave with firm words as he restrained himself from banging his fist on the table.

What in Kephale’s name is he thinking? A bright mind should be cultivated, not destroyed. You doubt the man hadn't even been in Okhema for too long, perhaps a freshly graduated student from the grove.

The crowd's whispers grew louder, focused on the thrilling debate in front of them. Not that you'd personally call it that anymore, it's more verbally abusing your juniors and destroying their career than a debate.

Phainon was nearly shouting, body language exaggerated as he countered every argument flawlessly. The young scholar still kept fighting but looked like he was on the verge of collapsing if this went on any further. He looked as if he was about to cry…

Well, this turned boring really fast. You sighed, turning back to leave.

You felt someone shove past you, and you nearly toppled over but caught yourself in time. As you were about to glare at the offender, you saw the retreating back of the scholar and felt a little bad.

He decided to run…

You don't blame him, you'd run too if you were in his shoes. Phainon has never been this brutal in any of his debates, usually maintaining a neutral tone and he definitely hasn't used the words ‘fool’ and ‘ignorant filth’...until now.

Best to leave now, you'll find out what's got his panties in a twist when you're more interested.

“Let's walk in the market together,” You stopped in your tracks as you felt a gentle grip on your shoulder. “It's a nice day out.”

You look up at him, expression neutral as you click your tongue. “Sure, we're walking the same route anyways.” It's two in the afternoon, almost time for Aglaea's summon.

Ignoring the eyes of the crowd, you brush his hand off and continue to walk towards the marmoreal palace. Phainon, as always, slows his strides as he matches your walking pace. He always does this, like he'd die if he doesn't walk side by side with you whenever you're together.

“You weren't looking at me earlier, was it not to your liking?” Phainon casually asks, smiling as he gauges your reaction.

“It's okay,” you say, tone neutral as you ignore the obvious staring. You should've just ignored the damn crowd and went on your merry way.

Phainon hums, his same smile never disappearing but you can tell something's bothering him. “The scholar,” he starts, finally looking away from you. “You seemed really interested in the scholar, your full attention was on him.”

“I found him interesting, that's all.” You don't even want to entertain this conversation but you do, “A bright mind like his will be a wonderful addition to Okhema.”

Phainon's heart feels like it's slowly shriveling the more you talk. He always feels this way whenever you praise anything in front of him, it's deplorable how easy you impact his life. A single look from you could dictate whether his day would be tolerable or the best fucking day of his life.

“His argument was flawed, flimsy and fragile as his ideals.” Phainon spoke coldly, “If the professor was here, he wouldn't even think twice before failing him.”

…Didn't he fail to graduate for like ten years or something?

You almost laughed, but held it in. “It was impressive that he still tried to come up with a counter–argument as you were filleting him on the spot.”

His smile almost fell off.

Phainon clenched his fist so tight that it was shaking, whether from deep sadness or anger wasn't relevant. “I did well too, no?” He murmured, looking like a kicked mutt on the side of the road.

You can only roll your eyes, entertained by the idea that he's actually fetching for compliments right now. Like the sadist that you are, you kept quiet, neither denying and agreeing with his statement.

By the time you reach the palace, Phainon has gotten eerily quiet. The poor thing looked shaken up, bright blue eyes now a darker hue as he no longer had a smile on his face.

Walking through the pillars, Phainon stares at your silhouette through his peripheral vision. Mind working through each and every word he spoke during the debate. Seriously, being impressed because the man fought despite being verbally beaten to the ground? Phainon could do that too, he'd done it a lot when he was still a student, his professor's words were brutal but he endured them all.

Even now, you aren't looking at him. It pains him, the weight of the world a little heavier on his shoulders when you aren't giving him a lick of attention. Has Kephale's coreflame always been this hot? It's searing through his flesh by now.

A touch from you would no doubt alleviate his misery, your whole being was his only solace in this fake world. If Phainon weren't so utterly devout, he might’ve called you mean for reducing him to such a state. But he's just a slave to your whims, letting himself get swept by your tides.

Doesn't mean he won't voice out how dejected he is though, “Please look at me?” he pleads, voice trembling with desperation.

You ignore him, obviously. Hurrying your pace so you don't have to deal with his usual lovesick shenanigans.

“Honey?” he tries, mellowing his voice into something soft and desperate, just the way you like him to be. You stubbornly keep your eyes to the pathway, sighing obnoxiously loud so he can hear how annoyed you are.

“Baby?” he tries again, only for you to quicken your steps once more, almost to the point of jogging.

It's all futile, Phainon doesn't even have to exert energy to catch up. His long legs could walk faster than you even with normal strides.

Phainon bites his lip, “Pretty? Look at me, c'mon…” he whines.

You mutter a few indistinguishable words under your breath before finally turning back, “We're gonna be late, I don't want to deal with Aglaea's sermons.”

As you were about to scold him further, you shut your mouth as soon as you see small droplets running down his face. Of course, he'd do this again. Why are you even surprised? You should've expected that a week of ignoring him would lead to this.

Phainon sniffles, eyes puffy as more tears slide down his face. He's pouting, bottom lip trembling as he looks at you with pitiful eyes. Have mercy on me, that's probably what he's trying to say.

He knows how you are already, putting your entertainment first before anything else. The only reason you chose him as your lover was because you found him the most fun to tease (and also because every other suitor mysteriously fucked off). It still hurts him though, when you get bored and ignore him for a few weeks before finding him entertaining again.

You switch from extreme affection to near disdain but it matters not. Not to him. He doesn't care about the way Aglaea looks at the both of you with a bit of disgust. Doesn't care about the grim expression on Hyacine's face whenever Phainon talks about the way you stood him up again on your date. Doesn't care for the disturbed look of Mydei as Phainon violently tears titankins apart, imagining them as those who look at you with lustful gazes.

The flame-chase journey is nothing but false hope, there is nothing left for him now. Oh, how the stars he used to dream of as a kid pales in comparison to your irises. The warmth of the sun does not compare to your hands when you caress his face, lips molding together like puzzle pieces. There is nothing more grounding than your presence; the earth does not balance him, it's you who does. The fragile thread tethering his sanity is you, always you.

Everything is but an illusion, the only ‘truth’ in Amphoreus is your love and his rage.

“Oh, wretched thing…” you wipe away his tears, cradling his face with your hands. Phainon only cries harder, sobs wracking through his body, simply because you like it. Without fail, the only way he'd catch your undivided attention is when he's shaking from deep sadness, tears dripping down uncontrollably.

His misery gives you entertainment, and there is nothing more important to you than your own laughter and happiness.

Phainon plays both foolish consort and sole jester of your bloody court. It is not cruel to him, a man stricken with grief and despair so deep that cruelty and love blur together. You can't inflict any pain that he hasn't already felt tenfold.

When he cries, he cries hard. Phainon likes to delude himself that you're doing this for him– that his sadness is not for your amusement but so he could let out some of his frustrations. You like it when he's vulnerable, the emotion that washes over his physique is relief. He doesn't need to hide when you are here, he can be free of any duty and obligation.

Phainon strips himself raw, now bare to you as Khaslana. His hands grip yours tight, holding your palms to his face and keeping them there. You can't leave me, he doesn't say but you know. There is nothing else for me but you, he doesn't say but, again, you already know.

Ah, poor Khaslana.

To have met such a cruel fate. To have met such a cruel lover.

Khaslana may no longer be the same man, millions of cycles have erased what semblance of morality he once had, but he has always been yours. Even from the very start, when he walked among the masses as Phainon of Aedes Elysiae, his heart has always longed for your gaze. You did not give it to him then, since his hatred for you burned brighter than his adoration, and he did not allow himself to indulge in the addicting substance such as you.

But it no longer matters now.

Khaslana is too far gone. Everything exists to be used as a fuel for destruction, why fight futilely against fate? Does he not deserve to rest?

Khaslana finds your existence to be a miracle, an undying light among debris of destruction. Somehow, you have never once died before him. Always managing to find him on the brink of death, in the middle of a warzone, your footsteps light as a feather. You do not hold him nor bend down to look at his dying body properly— you simply stand beside him, back turned as you watch the skirmish. There was no love, but you stayed. You stayed, and that's all that matters to him.

He is tired, tired of the meaningless cycle of life. Khaslana once theorized you to be one of Lygus’ allies, but after dying so many times, he hasn't seen you react to the administrator at all.

Once, maybe twice, he had seen you look at the sky with so much hatred that it made his own hatred look trivial. It was a moment he could never forget, as he breathed his last, he fell in-love once again.

Khaslana can no longer hope, no longer fight for a better future for his family. Not when everything is a futile descent to despair. Instead, he wishes to hold you in his arms and have you cradle him in return. The scorching abhorrence deep within your soul warms his cold body, making it known that he is not alone.

You may deny it, sighing deeply whenever he asks about destruction or how you felt about the prophecy– you state, unimpressed, that you don't have much of an impression on the fate of your world, or the fake sky but he knows deep down that you know a lot more than him.

Your cruelty might drive him to tears but unlike the many things in his life, you stay. As if you were born to eternally stand by his side. The only deserving witness to the sun's glorious ascension and Phainon's death.

“Don't worry, beloved Khaslana. You will never be alone as long as I am here.” you place a chaste kiss on his cheek, brushing the stray hairs from his face. Khaslana does not look at your empty eyes, but he clings to you tighter.

In this lonesome road, you and him will walk a path of mutual destruction and bring forth a dawn so bright that it consumes even the divine. His wretched hands will hold your fragile figure, mend the cracks of your soul using whatever's remaining of his.

If this indifferent world takes you before him, let it be known to the gods that his hatred will subsume yours and bring imminent destruction to the cosmos who did nothing but watch.

But, for now, Khaslana will lower his head to the skies, all for the sake of keeping you in his arms. You can struggle, run away, and even drive a sword through his heart if you wish but it will change nothing.

Luckily for him, you do none of those things. You stay by his side, spiteful and adoring, loving and disdainful of his existence. Khaslana doesn't mind, the fact that you are next to him is all that matters.

Your cruelty is welcome as long as it's only him receiving your grace. So, quit looking at ants undeserving of your attention and look at him instead.

“Done crying? Hurry now, the others are waiting for us.”

“If you link your arms with mine, I'll stop crying.”

And you do, smiling softly as you loop your arms through his.

Peep how you called him 'beloved Khaslana' rather than 'my beloved Khaslana'. Feel free to theorize why that is.

Love this fuckass miserable guy with all my heart, i truly wish the best for him but hes just so....easy to mess around with so have this!!

One might wonder, so uhb does reader actually love him or not...NOW THATS THE FUN PART! thats for YOU to mess around with, do YOU think you actually love him or youre actually just an eldrrich being from the simulation....decisions decision! who knows maybe YOU'RE actually one of lygus' lackeys. WE never know. WE, thats right, WE can build our own headcanons of what the hell is going on bcs frankly, idk either!

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Can I Request a Selfaware! Phai Drawing Getting Jealous If You Prefer a Different In Game Character?

⇥ 900 Followers event

mama a girl behind you...!!

this new art software is fun as hell (as you can see I got lazy at the end LMAOAO, pls ignore my harmony mc, i havent done amphoreous..)

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A little something for @harmonysanreads (no, this is not part of the event, just a smol gift<3!)

POV: You're Phainon's spouse — and with that, it comes with a few things. First, rather than a cool pilot, you actually got a very doting puppy as your husband. Second, he loves to ramble about his flights back at home. When he noticed you got a little bored at his talks, he began to actively eavesdrop on the gossip his crew likes to talk about and tell all of it to you later. Third, he likes to spam your phone before flying off. He always asks for a picture from you, but if you don't give him one, he would usually come back sulking and ignoring you back at home. It doesn't usually last long, though. After all, he's the one wishing he could be in your embrace the second he came home.

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Phainon

he is,,, so puppy coded AND I NEED HIM IRL

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If I’m being honest, I don’t like yanderes who only care about themselves. I don’t like the ones who could hardly give a damn about their darlings other than the fact that they’re theirs. They’d lock them up in dog cages or a make-shift prison cell, perhaps, even chained to a bathroom with no care about them. They treat them like prisoners, only giving them basic care.

No. Not my thing. 

That isn’t yandere.

Yandere is about being so hopelessly in love and devoted to your object of affection, your darling. It’s about being so deeply in love with someone that those feelings distort into obsession. And it’s not always about murder-fuelled thoughts or raging jealousy, it’s the idea that without your darling, you are hopeless. You can’t function without them, they are the oxygen that fills your lungs, the sun that guides you home. Without them, you feel empty and hollow, like you were born a second too early to appreciate this world. Your heart feels too heavy, your mind doesn’t feel right, and the people around you don’t matter anymore, because you just can’t function, can’t exist.

A yandere needs their darling’s validation and attention. They need YOU to tell them how great they are, that they’ve been doing a good job– because they can’t get it from anyone else. You become their sole motivation in life.

They don’t necessarily have to be devoted to you, spend their days attached to your hip and stalking you from behind. I mean, yes, those yanderes are great and I could go on and on about them, but I think I’ve touched on this before. Yanderes are allowed to exist outside of their darling. They’re allowed to have hobbies and work and things they treasure that aren’t just centred around their darling…

But they need YOU to help them, to motivate them and get them ready and going to fight whatever obstacles they face in life. They dream, fantasise about having you as their spouse, their partner, their best friend. Just knowing that they can call you up, maybe even get a text message before a big life event (like a sports game or a once in a lifetime job interview), they need that.  They want to know that they have an ally in life, someone who will always be there for them. Someone who cares enough to see that they’re well-fed and clothed. Who will make sure they’re healthy and happy and comfortable and loved. Who will be able to give them confidence whenever they’re lacking.

And the only probable person they can see that coming from, is you. And if they have to do some under-handed things to get you by their side, be it stalking to figure out all the things you like, so that the next time you guys meet they’ll know exactly what to say to get into your good books, then so be it. And if they happen to be a little deluded, a little demented, and they decide the best course of action is to kidnap you and chain you by your ankle to their apartment/room, then that’s what they have to do.

In the end, as long as they have you, does the journey really matter?

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I love Yanderes who’re clingy, desperate, submissive, and loving

The ones who’d do anything for your approval, attention, and love

A yandere where you can just say that they belong to you and they’d wholeheartedly agree

A yandere where you can ask/wish for anything and they’d make sure to fulfill that wish no matter what

A lovely Yandere where they’ll willingly stay in your basement since you asked so nicely

A yandere who does anything and everything for you just so you can give them a fraction of your attention

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Some Yandere Scummy Scaramouche alongside my personal HC for him. The AU belongs to @celabi.

I haven't been able to get any free time ever since I started college since they keep packing on projects and assignments on me TwT.

I'm needing to relearn to use a drawing tablet since the graphic design course I'm taking doesn't offer those so I've been drawing with a mouse, my hand was actually shaking from how long its been since I've drawn on here T7T

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people who don’t like x reader because they’re like “i wouldn’t do that” are so strange to me…… like don’t you want to be somebody else for a bit? somebody more fun? somebody naive? somebody smarter? somebody who makes worse decisions? better decisions? i love zoning out and being a whole new person like yes i AM a milf with a rich neglectful husband actually

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no offense but is anyone else just... tired??

all of our entertainment is made purely for profit. anything made with genuine creativity or passion is cancelled or abandoned. millionaire ceos judge passion projects based on whether or not the lowest common denominator will instantly fall in love with it. and when that fails, artists watch the work they love get discarded like it's nothing.

my dad tells me it's all about the profit margin. that they're not being cold, but clever. if it doesn't make money, there is no value in keeping it around.

i'm a writer. this is the business i want to go into. but i'm losing steam and losing faith watching these unwritten rules get decided.

to succeed, you have to trend. you have to go viral. you have to cut yourself into whatever shape they want to see. you have to dumb yourself down. you have to sugarcoat, to smother, to dampen.

i don't think it was always like this.

i remember campy adventures and colorful animation and creators who poured pure love into the things they made.

i'm tired of dollar signs and carefully crafted money makers.

i just want to feel something.

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little star — diluc 。

synopsis!! everyone knows the creator doesn't favor diluc (everyone is wrong).

cw !! gn reader, reader is peak diluc simp 😐 somewhat self-aware characters, mild sagau themes (not too much), reader is recognized as the player, reader is a little shy at first. angst with reverse comfort!

note !! the plot feels a little everywhere but i tried to organize it as best as i can, i think i got carried away eheh honestly doesn't feel up to my standards but it was pretty enjoyable to write

word count !! 2.8k something

"No, it's definitely Outrider Amber, she was the first to ever be favored."

"Are you kidding me? Outrider Amber may be the first, but sir Kaeya was definitely loved. Have you seen the sword he was gifted with?" One growls.

"It's the Acting Grand Master Jean!" Someone slams the table with his beer mug, "Twice was she bestowed with fallen stars of gold."

"I'd say that wolf boy in the woods seem lucky."

"It has to be Bennett. I don't know why but that kid has two crowns! Two!"

"You're all missing out on Miss Lisa!"

"Stop, stop! You rowdy drunks! Every vision holder in Mond has been granted favor, this is just impossible to decide!"

There was a pause. "Well. . . not every." Someone mumbles under their breath.

"Not every? Who's the poor allogene that couldn't even get the Player's favo—" Shushing sounds break his sentence, the men glare at their companion, pointing to the redhead behind the bar.

It's useless, really.

Diluc has been listening in the entire time. He can't really help it when their voices were loud enough to reach where he stood. Still, he was merciful and pretended not to hear. He's not exactly bothered by what they're saying. It was the truth, after all.

For two years, vision holders all around Teyvat were being granted favor.

It often begins with a meteor shower gracing the sky.

A star gently falling into the hands of a vision holder, embracing them in warm light.

They call the ethereal sensation as something akin to "coming home".

The favored would then be given different things; quality weapons, enhanced abilities, beautiful crowns— Some allogenes were even gifted summer apparel (Mondstadt is proud that their Gunnhildr sisters were one of the very first). Even their equipped wings would change into ornamented works of art!

It's been two years, and it seems like every allogene he knows of has received the Player's grace.

He supposed he just wasn't favored. It isn't too difficult to believe that he isn't likable.

He convinces himself it's fine.

It's fine if his summoned weapon is a cheap claymore made of scrap metal. It's still efficient to have the extra blade while he manually carries around another claymore (commissioned from Wagner as the best money could buy). Or that his abilities can only be improved through hardwork, unlike the many who broke the limits of their power through your favor.

It's fine.

As the bar goers leave for the night, as Venti and Kaeya wave around their almost divine-looking five-star weapons to show the crowd, and as he's closing up the tavern and retreating to his upstair quarters for comfort, he convinces himself that the he'll be okay on his own.

•

The arrival of the Creator was festive and grand; The day the sky parted itself and glowed as the brightest of all stars fell with grace into Mondstadt's very own Windrise.

Teyvat rejoices in the ecstatic ideal of being loved.

A meeting of vision holders was quickly held in the Cathedral, discussing immediate plans as some of the most favored (Venti, Jean, Kaeya, Albedo to name a few) went ahead to fetch the Creator from the large tree.

While Diluc was often the center of any other meeting due to his authority and influence, this was something he chose to step back from. Standing by the windows, away from the meeting, he watched on as Eula and the rest conversed around the circular table.

He isn't even sure why he's invited. Perhaps they felt it was obligatory for vision holders, regardless of favorability? Then again, he could always offer a fraction of his mountain-loads of wealth to help with the festivities.

At least he's competent at being a wallet.

As the others pull out their crowns and stars, weapons and artifacts, eager to thank the one responsible for the gifts, an unknown emotion bubbles in his stomach. It's faint, but it's there.

He tries to look away.

"Everyone, everyone! They're entering the gates!" Fischl announces uncharacteristically to the room as her eye glows brightly, undoubtedly looking through Oz's eyes from the sky.

"We should wait by the statue to welcome them, right?" Barbara chirps in, hands clasped and wavy hair bouncing with every step.

Diluc watches as people steadily leave the room, following last as they walk down the steps to greet the approaching group. Some civilians gathered to see the scene, others didn't really understand what a Player or Creator was to a vision holder, while Diluc—

Diluc stood by the steps to see them crowd around you.

You, surrounded with words of gratitude and cheerful squeals. He sees the smile on your face and feels relief that you don't seem too overwhelmed.

He leaves the area without a second thought.

•

He doesn't exactly see you around the next few days. With Mondstadt celebrating a new festival, the taverns were always full and busy with customers (both local and foreign). You were probably busy too, spending time with the different allogenes and entertaining those who came from Liyue to meet you. He's heard of a funeral consultant with three crowns (are consultants that admirable of a job to you?) and an adeptus gifted with various five-star polearms (this was understandable for the adepti, unlike the consultant).

He doesn't expect to see you at all until you leave for the next nation, honestly.

That is, until the tavern settles into a more peaceful atmosphere and Jean rushes in with several other allogenes. It's unusual to see his childhood friend in the tavern; still, he greets her amicably and asks what brings her here.

"(Name) will be coming here soon with Kaeya and a few others. It's a little impromptu, but we were hoping for a place to settle in with drinks. Perhaps try some apple cider." She smiles, taking a seat by the bar.

(Name)? Jean was already on a first name basis with the Creator?

Diluc thinks perhaps Jean truly is the favorite, she does have a few golden stars in her home.

Somehow, it's not surprising at all to know that his apple cider was famous enough to drag you in. At least there's something about the Dawn Winery in your favor. He promptly gets his employees to work, clearing a few tables near the bar, rearranging the furniture to give space good enough for a group.

Your entrance into the bar was just as lively; with your favored allogenes chatting away with you, everyone falling into place at different parts of the tavern, ordering drinks and meals.

He's glad you enjoy apple cider.

•

You're trying to play it cool, really. Trying your best not to get overexcited and glomp everyone and everything.

You're taking things step by step as you converse with Jean, Lisa, and Albedo; as you share meals with Barbara and Sucrose; as you play with Klee and Diona; tour the city with Fischl and Bennett. There's plenty of time to meet everyone and your schedule has been filled to the brim with all the fun your having.

You'll see that glimpse of red hair again— one that was lingering by the Cathedral staircase. Diluc doesn't like crowds, so it's fine that he isn't approaching you. It's also fine that he hasn't visited at least once, unlike the several raging from Liyue to Sumeru who took the journey to meet you early.

Diluc is too busy a person to meet you; whether it's because of the winery or his darknight hero duties, you wouldn't dare take his time.

— but when are you supposed to give him all the gifts you've brought for him???

Your determination to build him up in one go, from Talent levels to Constellations to Artifacts and Weaponry, all came down to this moment — and the man was simply nowhere to be seen!

An unknowingly loud sigh escapes your lips, catching the attention of the Cavalry Captain next to you.

"Now, what's got our (Name) so down in the dumps?" Kaeya hums, glancing at your face as you stutter a response.

"Aah it's not that, it's just. . ."

Your brother is too busy, I just want to meet him!!

"I'm thirsty." You deflect, looking around for a stall. The streets of Mond were nothing like the minimized version you see in the game; with the city being ten times larger than what you remembered it to be.

"Oh! Oh! Klee suggests apple cider!" The little girl giggles, running around your legs in excitement, "Angel's Share is nearby and big brother Albedo alwaaays takes me there for apple cider!"

Angel's Share. Bartender. A great idea has appeared!

At the excited look on your face, Jean walks up ahead of you.

"Why don't I go and inform the tavern to prepare us a space first, it would save us the waiting time."

"That would be great, Jean!"

•

You hope you aren't being too obvious.

With the way your eyes would linger on him, casting side glances and hoping he would greet you to strike up a conversation, the way most allogenes do. You didn't want to abruptly disturb his work, nor do you want seem desperate, so you waited for his initiative.

Yet, Diluc lingers just a little outside your group's circle. Your food and drinks were refilled by Charles, you've talked with nearly everyone but the person you want to talk to.

"It's getting pretty late, we should head home for the night." Someone suggests.

What?

No!

"Hm? Do you still have something in mind?" Kaeya asks. You realized you said it out loud, catching the attention of nearby patrons.

With a frantic glance around the tavern, your eyes make contact with Diluc's. He pauses as well, wondering what caused your little outburst.

You are definitely not leaving, not when you don't know when you could catch Diluc in his free time again! You'd be leaving for Liyue by then!

Hands slamming the table to stand up and with a small burst of courage, you approach the bartender who turns away from Charles. He raises an eyebrow at your approach. It's odd the way you feel flustered and nervous, finally facing him.

Pausing just in front of him, he looks on curiously.

"Would you like a refill?" He asks.

"A-ah no, I mean, yes but that's not why I'm here. I. . ." You stutter, stumbling over your words as you try not to behave awkwardly. Should you start with a casual topic?

"You seem to be quite busy." You say.

Diluc blinks. He isn't sure what you're implying. Neither is Kaeya or Jean, who stopped to look at the exchange of words.

"I suppose. . . but as a winery, we do thrive in impromptu festivities." He replies curtly before realizing, was it rude that he never visited the Creator?

"Ah, is it my lack of visit? I apologize, I would have visited but it seems that you were quite satisfied with your favorites and-"

"No, no, no," You wave your hand, cutting him off, "I understand you're busy. You don't have to visit at all! How could I take your time— wait," You pause, recalling his words.

"Favorites?" You tilt your head, "What do you mean I seemed satisfied with my favorites? What do you mean by favorites?"

"Your favorites... allogenes who received your favor. Those you have granted gifts."

Your jaw laxes. Favorites? They decided you play favorites based on how much you've built them?

"You think. . ." You say carefully, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings, "That I offer gifts to my favorites?"

Diluc nods slowly, unsure of your questioning.

Although it would be a lie to say you didn't have your personal favorites, it would still be inaccurate that it's based on gifts. After all, you built everyone who came home by chance. As an avid player, you did your best to farm and push everyone to their full potential.

Diluc, however, never came home no matter how much you wanted him to. It can't be possible that he doesn't know how much he is loved, right?

"Then what about you?" You blurt out, "How do you think I view you?"

He stares at you oddly. At this point, many around you had stopped to tune in. Everyone knew Master Diluc never received your favor, so why are you conversing with him?

Meanwhile, Diluc wonders if you want him to admit it. Must he say it in front of everyone how he never received gifts?

"I suppose. . . I'm not one of them. It's quite understandable. I don't intend to question your judgement—"

"What?" You exclaim, a look of shock crosses your face, "You think I don't like you?" Voice raised in disbelief, you feel the eyes of many turning to watch the scene.

Diluc mirrors your confusion.

"I can't believe you would– no, that isn't it at all!" You stutter over your words, a frantic need to prove him wrong goes through you, "You— you of all people!"

"Me?" He repeats.

"I've always wanted you!"

A silence settles over the tavern. Did you have to put it so bluntly? You freeze in shock at your own words. Diluc's expression of disbelief turns flustered, face turning as red as his hair.

Explain yourself.

"I- I mean, I've always wanted you to come home. Ever since the start, really! It's just that you never did-"

"Hmm... so it implies that it's out of your control, correct?" Kaeya piqued, looking on curiously. He's been listening in the entire time. You nod your head.

"Yes! It's a game of chance for me as well. It's not to say that favor is an accident, I truly wanted everyone to come home! It's just that—" You turn to Diluc, "You never did, no matter how much I wanted you to. How was I supposed to give you your gifts?"

Diluc snaps out of his shock, blinking at you, "Gifts?"

"Yes, gifts! I've been saving them up for you, ever since the start." You pause, shyly looking away, "When I said I wanted you since the beginning I meant it. I came here for you, after all."

He looks at you in disbelief, and probably half the tavern as well. You can't help the small chuckle from your lips. With an outstretched hand, something materializes between you. It glows a blinding golden light, before settling to reveal–

"Wolf's Gravestone. It's a weapon for you."

You didn't have to say it— anyone with eyes could see how it was practically made for Diluc. With large handles and a color scheme that matches his own, Wolf's gravestone doesn't look as divine or ethereal as the other weapons you've gifted, but it looked just as powerful, if not menacing.

With a gesture, Diluc grips the handle.

"Fits like a glove." Kaeya whistles, impressed. As does the rest of the tavern who stopped to stare.

Suddenly, flames burst forth from the weapon. It sears and glows red. Unlike the common claymore that can't handle the the prowess of Diluc's flames, Wolf's Gravestone embraces it. Like an extension of his own hand.

He breaks his gaze away from the weapon to look at you.

"Thank you. . ." He mutters softly, but it's genuine. You smile.

"That's not the last of it, you know."

"What?"

With another flick of your hand, artifacts and talent books materialize. They flow around him like a dance as more and more begin to appear, lighting up the tavern like the night sky.

"I told you I brought gifts!"

All the days spent farming for him and other pyro characters finally paid off. The glimmering artifacts reflected in his own red eyes as he stares, entranced.

Favor did not come to him in meteor showers like it did to the other allogenes; rather, it came to him in your form. Proof of him being loved. The spectacle continued— after the artifacts and talent levels were the constellation (the crowd ooh'ed and aah'ed at the sight), then came the five star apparel (a nostalgic sight to him, and it changed his flames to a darker red), and the ascension materials you passed off as trinkets.

By the end of it, he had a hand over his lower face, his red bangs hid just the ends of his eyes. "I just thought I wasn't that favorable. . ." He muttered and you leaned in to peek at his covered face, wondering why he was shying away.

But it was evident to the tavern— the pink dusted ears, the flushed cheeks, and the overwhelming emotion in his eyes. Diluc Ragnvindr was flustered, and it's a sight enough to make even the drunks place down their beers for a closer look.

You bit your lip, trying to prevent the widest of smiles, "Do you believe yourself loved now?" You ask and he gives the faintest of nods.

"Thank you," He says, "For favoring me."

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note !! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE a very short brainrot that became a fic huhuhuhu

I don't often write creator sagau themes but here we are! this is like peak diluc simpery idk ive never been this down for a man. i wrote this immediately after getting his skin i just got so excited 😅 I wanted to spoil him so bad (but i gave all his mats to thoma before he came home :< )

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why is it that sub!reader is often not tagged as such but when it's dom!reader people whine if you don't put warnings and tags like it's some kind of crime

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Discussion plan gone wrong

 [SAGAU! Imposter Reader]

Veritas Inter Astra

[Before] 

Tw : Contains Violence

Welp, this is it. This is the continuation. Have it folks. I’ll surely be updating this in the future but IDK how long. cuz currently, I’m still preparing for a college entrance exam. Hopefully, this will suffice for now. If you have any ideas, complain, or brain-rot, feel free! Oh, Ayato simps be winning in this chapter lol.

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This man came home fucking three times already i want my lucifer card🤬💔

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So I was thinking... How about Ayato!reader × fish mafia trio! Especially Azul tho. Their mole, cunning personality, and more! Also, in a hc format. A big thanks!

AAAA OMG I REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME AYATO'S OFFICIAL DESIGN GOT RELEASE I WAS LIKE ??? looks familiar then i look at azul and a light bulb light up LMAOOO

octavinelle with a kamisato ayato-like gn!reader!

the young but highly accomplished head of the a known distinguished clan in their world. Cultured and polite, they are a person of many ways and means.

: ̗̀➛ azul ashengrotto

i'm sure i've forgotten something... oh my? i am pretty sure this isn't the kamisato residence, can you kindly tell me where am i?"

azul's first thought is - oh my god am i looking at the mirror? is he my lost twin? he is just like me fr fr.

the octavinelle dorm leader couldn't help but to avoid you, after his senses telling him not to get tangled in your business but in the end you two become friends- close friends in fact

he just find it so amazing how you can give the sweetest and the most pleasant compliment anyone would want to hear to and also insult a person with a smiling face

at times you and the tweels would team up and pull some pranks on the octopus like taste testing some of your cookings 😨

"ne, ne azul. we got you some food~"

"oh? it is not my birthday today, but thank you very much." after taking a bite, jade came in with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"that was made by (name)-san by the way."

he banned you from entering the kitchen after that.

very interested about your nation's cuisine though, and would try to ask you specific ingredients but never lets you cook

despite your mischievous personality, azul would always count on your knowledge during the questionable and troubling times.

you are not really the type to take one side of the question immediately and sees the problem as a whole and at a third person point of view

"thank you for such a wonderful advice (name)."

"it's alright. trusting another person isn't easy, but you have placed your trust in me, and of course i will not let you down."

whenever he is having a bad day, you would never fail to cheer him up and take him out to buy boba to also refill you 'magical sleeve'

"the boba was delici- didn't you just finished drinking that?"

"huh? i have my refills in my sleeve." cue you grabbing another boba from your sleeves and handing it to azul. "here i really like this flavor."

"... did you just got that out of your sleeve?!"

azul is like the little brother you never had and you are so proud of the achievements he is making on his own and azul also feels the same - seeing you as his older sibling but please do not tease him too much 😭

: ̗̀➛ jade leech

oh my? jade never met someone as matured and refined as you. and the moment he notice your striking physical similarities with azul he couldn't help but to be amused. like who wouldn't?

insane duo for real, because having you together with jade - no one can read through your smiles and expressions except for your closest friends

the vice dorm leader knows about your 'cooking' skills and once tried helping you but he regrets and learn the hard way not to let you in the kitchen

"so? how does it taste?"

"hmm... i have no words how to explain it, how about we make azul judge?"

the eel really appreciate how you often keep him in company especially talking about your family and duties as the head of a clan makes him admire you

like having such responsibility at the age where you could've have fun and make some friends at your age and yet you chose to manage your clan to protect your younger sister

"isn't it hard for you at that age?"

"it was hard, not being able to trust other people knowing that they are after my position and my family's power. but seeing my sister and close friend safe? it gave me strength and more motivation to keep going on."

jade is the type of person you will rarely caught off guard but with you grabbing stuff from your sleeves always made him lose his composure a little bit

"you know what? i wouldn't question it anymore."

why on eat do you have a milk-tea and dango in your sleeves? oh you are offering him to eat? sure why not he would like to try out your world's food of choice.

sometimes join you and floyd whenever you two decided to train, seeing your watery illusion is so fascinating to see and you swordsmanship too is also no joke.

overall jade is very glad because not only did he gain your trust but also a very wonderful friend. he will always have your back no matter what.

: ̗̀➛ floyd leech

floyd really found it interesting, meeting a person very unpredictable and hard to understand that is why the eel intend to make friends with you.

whenever he is not in the mood, the eel would go look for you to ask some milk-tea and listen to your stories about a certain oni always fight

you are okay with beetle fights? fight with floyd rn! trying to follow your friend's recipe in cooking? let him help! going to prank people? gladly 😈

"burūmārin, what are you doing?"

"oh hi floyd! i was just about to nicely set ace and deuce lunch box hehe, do you want to join me?"

"hehe sure~ i have nothing to do anyway."

knowing how floyd loves to threaten people that he would squeeze them but to his shock - you always beat him in doing so!

always hugging him first whenever you two see each other + ruffling his hair making him light up like a christmas tree 🥺

sometimes you are the person he would drag whenever he would go buy new trendy shoes and you had lots of fun!

happy eel + happy prefect = enjoyable day 🥳

prefer to fight your water illusion 😡 why is the illusion just standing there looking through him huh round up!

"huh? floyd what are you doing?"

"having a staring contest with your illusion."

"..." then the illusion splash some water in his eyes before hiding behind you. "come back here you!"

despite the pranks and playful banter, the eel really looks up to you - not only for your skills but also the way you handle matters especially after knowing about your past.

and floyd really appreciates it when you would go out your way to ensure that he is feeling okay after walking out of the lounge

its feels like he gain a big brother that always dotes on him and spoil him. to return the favor, he vow to always look after you and will not hesitate to defend you from any harm.

I RECEIVE SOME OF THE REQUESTS UEUEUE ILL START DOING IT BY TOMORROW <33 and wieee i have been binge watching k drama for a while i am curious what kind of genre you guys look for when watching series 🥸 ???

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Reblog if you genuinely support asexuals

It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals