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i’m gonna be a bit ia since i have school + i’m playing the great ace attorney rn !!

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“ when i’m old. ” — baal

warnings: mentions of death

genre: angst

gender/pronouns: not implied (you/your)

in which baal is forced to face and answer a difficult question — one she wishes not to even consider.

“BAAL?” YOU SPOKE, opening your eyes to stare up at the archon. you were lain across her thighs as she sat running her hands through your tresses. she looked down at you curiously, continually stroking your head. “what is it, dearest?”

you were seated under a large sakura tree within her estate. she had commissioned a garden to be built after she had invited you to stay with her, knowing your love for nature. there was a gentle breeze and the sun stood tall — shining tenderly through the branches of the tree.

you were silent for a minute. baal did not urge you to continue, but rather continued to wait. she softened her touches, making sure to be extra gentle and as comforting as she could. she was never great with her words.

you took a deep breath, averting your gaze from her eyes. “will-” you started, slightly choking out the words, “will you still love me when i’m old?” you looked back up at her. baal froze, her gentle touches coming to a halt.

baal hadn’t not taken your mortality into consideration, she most definitely had and it was something that caused her an excruciating amount of pain to even consider. as the raiden shogun, she strove for eternity; a state of never-changing and longevity — you were a complete contradiction of her goals, yet you had come to be of the same importance as them to her. however, her eternity was to be reality — a reality that you would not be able to witness.

she knew your life would only be a second compared to hers, that your time was limited and someday, you would pass on to a place where she could not follow. once you died, you would both be separated — for eternity. the very thing she strove for would tear you both apart.

“i,” she started, her voice slightly wobbling, “i will always love you, no matter what form you take.” you stared up at her, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. you opened your mouth to respond, but baal continued. “someday, our paths may diverge and we may not see each other again.” she breathed out, diverting her gaze to the strands of hair on your head. she could not dare look you in the eyes, she would break. “so for every second i am with you, i treasure and hold it so dear to my heart,” she ran her fingers gently through your hair, looking back into your eyes.

your eyes grew wide upon seeing a tear escape her eye. “for i know it is not eternal.”

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notes ; no but imagine how torn apart baal would be having a mortal s/o.. knowing one day they’d be separated and never see each other again because as an archon she would ascend to celestia while her s/o would pass on to the afterlife …

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warning — inazuma leaks under the cut !

IM LOSING IT LOOK AT HER SPLASH ART

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i’ve had to remove the “read more” bits on my requests due to it glitching and repeating certain paragraphs + deleting certain paragraphs.. i’m not sure what’s wrong but i hope it gets fixed soon :( i’m sorry if my hcs and stuff appear long now, but its the only way to keep it in proper shape

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uhmm tumblr keeps glitching and repeating paragraphs and when i correct them it deletes some..? hello…

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hello sorry if you’ve already done something like this but can you do a venti x reader platonic picnic date, he/they pronouns

hello!! don’t apologise, i haven’t actually!! tysm for requesting, i had a lot of fun with this :D i hope this is all right aaa

warnings: mentions of death, (jokingly) mentions of murder, mentions of alcohol.

genre: platonic, comfort/fluff

gender/pronouns: gender not specified (he/they pronouns used)

in which venti surprises his friend with a picnic date

“WHAT EXACTLY ARE you up to?” you questioned out loud, tripping over what you assumed was another rock. venti’s grip on your hand tightened. he giggled, “that’s a surprise! one which you will soon see with your own eyes~” you rolled your eyes at his poetic verse and continued to let venti blindly lead you. “if you aren’t more careful with leading me, i may not have eyes by the time we get there.”

currently, a blindfold masked your face. you could not see a single thing — the only thing guiding you was venti, who merrily pulled you along, often causing you to stumble or trip over your own feet. venti, of course, only laughed at your surprised responses every time you felt your feet leave the ground, however he made sure not to let you get hurt.

suddenly, you felt the terrain change. the flat surface you walked upon had became an uphill. “venti?” you called out, “yes (name)?”

“you aren’t going to throw me off a cliff, are you?” venti let out a laugh, “ehe~ nope! bold of you to assume i’d murder you in broad daylight!” your eyebrows furrowed, a teasing frown making its way onto your face. “what are you implying, john keats ripoff?” you could hear the pout making its way onto his face. “what are you implying, john keats ripoff?!” he echoed, mocking your tone. you raised your eyebrows, amused. “well that wasn’t childish at all.” venti snorted.

he continued to pull you along and up whatever hill you were on, entertaining you with his banter all along the way. “do you think diluc sleeps with the lights on?” he’d speak out, not even waiting for you to answer before he continued speaking — answering his own questions.

eventually, you felt the uphill ease into a more gentle slope. venti stopped. “are we at my pre-murder crime scene yet?” venti playfully hit your shoulder. you chuckled. “yes, we are here, my dear~!” he cheered out, reaching for your blindfold. “call me that again and i’ll tell diluc about the wine you stole.” venti paused dramatically, “maybe i will push you off the-“ “i was kidding!”

with a final chuckle, venti removed your blindfold. the sudden light caused you to wince, shutting your eyes. you slowly blinked, easing the world around you back into your vision. you gasped, surprised by the scene around you.

you were on starsnatch cliff — a picnic blanket was sprawled across the grass, a small picnic basket and some wine (which venti stole most likely) accompanying it. venti spun around before striking a small pose, “tada~! wha’dya think?” you looked over at him surprised, “this is… for me?” venti stared at you. “no. it’s for the hilichurls.” you snorted at his sarcasm. “of course it’s for you! c’mon, sit down! i spent so long getting these snacks.. don’t even get me started on the wine.”

you both sat down; overlooking the land below the cliff, staring off into the ocean. the sun was slowly dropping below the horizon — radiating a pinker shine. the both of you sat and joked, talking about how things had been. “can you pass me a sandwich?” you spoke, interrupting venti’s humorous speech of how he believes kaeya to be some secret agent from a foreign land — which of course, made zero sense. he passed you a sandwich, poured himself some wine and went right back to laughing at his own jokes, occasionally pausing to listen to you whenever you wanted to speak.

after a while, a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you as you watched the sun disappear over the horizon, the sky starting to swirl with amethysts and violets — being lit up by the stars.

“venti.. why did you do this?” you questioned, looking over at him. he continued to stare at where the sun had set, a look in his eyes you could not decipher.

“well, a certain friend of mine was seemingly overworking himself, so i only decided i’d treat them to a picnic is all!” he smiled, looking back over at you. there was a look in his eyes. you knew there was more to it than that.

“that’s all..? i mean, i’m grateful. thank you, really,” you turned to stare up at the stars. “but you know i’m here if you need to talk, right?”

a silence once again overtook the both of you. you heard venti shuffle in his space — fidgeting with the edges of his corset. you did not push him to continue and instead waited. you knew he would speak if he felt comfortable.

“..you remind me of him,” venti started.

your eyes widened. venti had spoken to you about his past friend before, but not once had he ever spoken about the two of you being similar. “maybe when i saw you stressed.. i just felt that i could help. i couldn’t help him then, but i could help you now.” a sad smile engulfed his face.

“i know you aren’t him,” he breathed, “but i find solace in knowing that you have my back the same way he did — and this time, i’m strong enough to do the same.”

you sat, processing what venti had just shared with you. you could tell he was hesitant to hear your answer — that he was afraid that he didn’t see you as a separate person from his deceased friend. “thank you for sharing with me,” you breathed out, reaching your arm out and hooking it around his shoulder. “you’re my best friend. it means a lot that you shared that with me.” venti looked at you, a bit shocked by your sudden sincerity.

“i’m not going anywhere, okay? — i’ll never leave you.” you spoke, holding a gentle gaze. venti processed, then nodded. “okay. me too.” you grinned, “plus, you still have to execute that spectacular murder plot!” you teased. venti elbowed you gently, smugly grinning. “if you keep bringing that up, maybe i will execute it.”

“i am trying to lighten the mood here, rupi kaur.” venti chuckled. “i still have no idea who these people you’re referencing are — and i’ve lived longer than hundred times your lifespan!”

“i bet you’re still a baby in archon years!” you teased, sending venti into a descriptive humorous rant about his age. he stopped though, once he saw the softened look on your face as you gazed at him. you looked back towards the sky.

“hey ven?”

“yeah?”

“thanks.”

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notes ; i loved writing this !! it was super fun.. i hope this lived up to ur expectations anon.. i’m not sure if i characterised venti okay but i hope i did !!

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masterlists r such a pain to update .. god

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♜ LIYUE ;

a list containing drabbles, hcs and oneshots for characters from liyue!

— zhongli.

hcs | zhongli with an s/o who’s a god who survived the archon war and now lives amongst humans

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hii feel free to smother my inbox w requests !! i have 0 writing ideas so i want some stuff to work on throughout the week :)

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don’t forget me !! i changed my url bcs at this point i’m a baal fan account 🙏

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“ lazy morning. ” — thoma

warnings: none

genre: fluff, domestic

pronouns/gender: not mentioned (they/them)

in which you wake up next to thoma for the first time.

LIGHT FLOODED THROUGH the windows, glimmering off his skin with a shine the sun could never match. the birds outside had begun serenading with their melodies, but despite that you could not help but feel as if the world was far, far away; like you were underwater, only hearing and seeing the ripples and bright, distant light of the surface. there was nothing but you, him and the sun lit room.

thoma pulled your closer in his sleep, resting his head just above yours on his pillow. you could not help but stare at his softened face affectionately. how had you been so lucky to wake up next to someone so beautiful? so loving?

your eyes traced his jaw, trailing along towards his lips; slightly reddened by the recent shift in seasons. you reached out, cupping his face with your hand. thoma’s eyebrows furrowed. he let out a groan, but slowly leaned into your touch. his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours right away. his jade irises held nothing but affection and warmth swirling within them as he gazed upon you. you could not help the warm feeling growing within your chest.

thoma smiled before yawning, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. “good morning, sweetheart.” you smiled, “good morning, my love.” a grin stretched across his face at the pet name. he reached for you, pulling you right into his chest. you giggled, wrapping your arms around his figure. thoma took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your hair before releasing smiling. “how is it you smell so good this early in the morning?” you laughed, “a magician never reveals their secrets!” he pulled back, feigning hurt, “not even to me? your most treasured and beloved significant other?” you raised your eyebrows amused, playfully hitting his chest, causing him to laugh. “all right, all right, keep your secrets little magician.”

a comfortable silence engulfed the room, the only sound being the small tweets of birds outside and both of your breathing. your bodies cupped each other like hands, pouring warmth into the other. thoma snuggled you closer into his arms before kissing the crown of your forehead. he gently ran his hands through your hair, slowly passing his fingers through the rivers of tresses that adorned your head.

“.. lazy morning?”

“lazy morning.”

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note ; i have no idea how to characterise thoma. ‘m thinking he’s an absolute soft dork but also smug?? but he’s like putty with his s/o ..

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oh my god i really want to write some dottore hcs but i have no idea what about …

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tonight we have either baal angst or thoma fluff to be served … which will it be ??

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i really wanna interact with people on here but i’m so anxious ,,

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Ngl I want to see Baal, Zhongli and Venti take revenge on the Harbinger reader now.

— BETRAYED BY THEIR HARBINGER S/O | PART 2

#includes — baal, zhongli, venti

#warnings — descriptions of death, blood

#pronouns — they/them

#BAAL

her heel pressed down between your shoulder blades — the pressure growing more and more as the time passed. every second that she saw you defenceless and powerless under her, bleeding and pleading for her to stop, only fuelled her anger.

“i trusted you. i believed that you had no ill intent. and i cared so deeply for you — and look what it’s come to,” every break of sentence was furthermore accentuated with a jolt of her foot, pressing your front harder into the rough ground. “the god you claimed wasn’t worth a damn thing now has your life in her hands, and the thought of revenge on her mind...” her foot left your back, but the crackling of electricity, and the purple glow you knew all to well appeared. “you’re nothing but a bug in my path — one that i will crush without regret.”

“betrayal truly is a pain in my ass-“

“when you turned your back on me and used me as if i was nothing... that was the day you sealed your fate as yet another vision in my collection,” with those words, she knelt down, keeping the sword of hers within your view, and ripped the vision from your hip. bringing it up to her eyes, inspecting the vision much like you inspected her gnosis. “it will make a fine addition to the statue however... i think it will go front and centre — a beautiful centre piece with such a wonderful story behind it.”

the half groan, half whimper at the words from her sounded like music, yet twisted her heart at the same time.

“what’s the story behind it?”

baal brought her foot to your side, and flipped you so you were laying in your back — your eyes now facing the darkening sky as rain began to poor down.

it was fitting really.

“the story?” she brought the blade of hers to hover over your chest — the electricity that made up the blade sending shocks to your skin, making you wince in pain. “a pathetic mortal — one of which served another in secret — used an archon of all people, and really thought that they would come out on top,” the tip of her blade came to rest over your heart. “now look who’s looking down upon them with a blade to their chest.”

she raised the blade above her head, looking into your eyes with a look of hatred and betrayal, with a glimmer of sadness — sadness due to the thoughts of you and her happy with one another once upon a short time ago.

“this is the end of your story.”

you could only offer a smile through the pain your were feeling. “make sure to tell my tale.”

“your tale will be wiped away as i rid my blade of your blood — but i’ll make sure to deliver your body in pieces to your beloved archon.”

her blade came down — blood splattering onto her face and hands as she listened to the last breath escape your mouth alongside your whimpers and cries.

“i’ll see you in the afterlife my darling.”

#ZHONGLI

“i wish it didn’t have to be this way, i truly mean that,” his body sat beside your own bloody, bruised, and broken one. despite holding back, zhongli had done enough damage to ensure your slow death without fully intending to.

“we could’ve been happy — we could’ve lived a long life together-“

“that’s not true and you know it, don’t be naive,” you whimpered out, desperately trying to put all of your energy into your veins to try and will yourself to sit up, but every breath, blink, and beat of your heart sent sharp and brutal pains throughout your body. “i serve a cause that is completely against all that you are, and you represent nothing but a mission.”

zhongli lowered his head, his eyes filling with tears. he knew he’d hear words that sent his mind into a scrambled mess and made his heart break into grains of crushed glass.

“a mission huh,” he sighed, trying to grab ahold of his emotions that were just a smidge out of reach. “well i suppose this is the end of that — you lived an exciting life however, and i’ll try to make the end of it quick.”

the panic rushed throughout your powerless body — trying to will your broken limbs to move in any way. to swing at the archon, to crawl away, or to shield your body from the spear he readied over your body.

moments prior, he had scanned your body, trying to decide on the quickest way to put you out of your misery, and also one that wouldn’t hurt you too much.

as much as he wanted to be mad, to bring every ounce of his power down upon you until you were buried beneath thousands of pounds of stone — he couldn’t.

because although you had taken his heart, his trust, and almost everything that made him who he is away from him, he couldn’t bring himself to wish pain upon you.

so with a teary, whisper goodbye, his spear lodged into your chest — your body growing limp immediately under him.

“goodbye y/n.”

#VENTI

venti cradled your head against his chest, tracing the features of your face, smudging around the droplets of blood that coated your skin.

it was a quick means to an end overall, and while he was fulfilled with his doings, his heart ached just as much as it did the day you betrayed him.

“i remember when i first met you, y’know that,” his gaze never lifted from your face. “it was at dilucs tavern — i was playing that night, and you had just arrived in mondstadt with nothing more then a smile that made almost everyone swoon.”

looking back, he remembers feeling special — like out of all the gentlemen and maidens in the room, he had caught your heart. your eyes had stayed trained on him despite the countless bodies coming up to your own, offering drinks and food, promises of good times, and questions about you.

but you had stayed near the small stage tucked in the corner — the bard himself stood atop it plucking away at his lyres stings, and serenading the tavern with a soft voice and his rhythmic words.

but it was all an elaborate plan to steal something of his away.

“why did you have to work for the other side,” his head smacked against the tree trunk behind him, a groan of sadness and discomfort following. “this is the last place i wanted to end up, and yet here we are.”

venti pulled your body closer to his own, giving one last squeeze before standing and laying your body at the roots — a tree that only he and friends of old knew about.

a place tucked away from the rest of the world, so you could be left in peace.

“the lousy god beat you,” he let out a small, halfhearted laugh at the revaluation. “and here — he lays you down for an eternal rest.”

he left your body there, flowers surrounding your body and a full bottle of mondstadt’s finest wine — a toast to your glory days, when all that you showed him was love and affection.

the resting place of someone he used to know.

i’m proud of baal’s and zhongli’s but i’m not sure about venti’s...

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masterlists … r so painful but also i like being organised so its kind of worth it ??

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❧ INAZUMA ;

a list of drabbles, hcs and oneshots for characters from inazuma!

— baal.

“eternity.” | baal questions the future, and what eternity may mean after meeting you.

“plaits.” | baal allows her lover to play with her hair.

“when i’m old.” | baal answers a question she wishes to not even consider

— thoma.

“lazy morning.” | waking up for the first time next to thoma.