claymorous

[claymorous]

‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— welcome, outlander.

i think about these gacha characters too much. sleepy uni student breaking away from academic writing to make self-indulgent fanfic.

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[claymorous]

── .✦ keeping warm

Unfinished / abandoned Tartaglia blurb from a while ago 💀 trying to get in the swing of things again <33

꒰📃︰tartaglia x gn reader

The wind against the window made a constant, knocking racket. Snezhaya was known for its cold, cruel nights, and even in the warmer days of spring, the chill seeped into the house.

You had agreed to visit Tartaglia's family home once the snow thawed. You had envisioned pine covered mountains with puddles of frost, not feet upon feet of ice. You pulled the blanket up to your chin. Tartaglia - Ajax, to his family - had given you his bed as an act of chivalry. As a continued courtesy, he also slept on the floor inside of a dorky pillow fort. Every so often, you could hear the Fatui Harbinger shuffle around.

The pillow fort was admittedly well constructed. He used chairs from their little dining room to hold up the "roof" blanket, which was a torn and old quit. Mix-matched pillows made up two of the walls. 

You glanced over to the fort every so often. It was too cold to sleep, and, admittedly, the blizzard outside was more than unsettling.

"Tartaglia?" you called in a voice softer than you intended.

A soft grunt was his immediate response. When you hesitated to respond, he said, "What's up?"

"It's really fucking cold."

He giggled to himself and you heard rustling within the fort. He crawled out of the "door" on his hands and knees - he was much too tall for this contraption. "Are you surprised?"

You frowned. "No. But I'm so cold."

"You sound wide awake, too." Tartaglia sat at the foot of your bed and tilted his head at you. His auburn hair fell across his forehead, and faint smile played on his lips.

"Is your fort warmer?"

"Who said you're allowed in my fortress?"

You blinked at him - mouth agape. "It's a pillow fort. You want me to give you a travel permit?"

Tartaglia was grinning ear to ear now and fighting to stifle a laugh. "Yes, actually. We keep our borders pretty tight."

You shook your head. Moments like these reminded you why Childe was not a candidate for the Akadamyia. "Forts and countries with closed borders are two different things."

"Okay. You don't have clearance," he retorted.

You sucked in your lips, a poor attempt to conceal your smile, "Asshole."

Tartaglia paused. "My body heat is probably going to keep you warmer than a pillow fort... Also, if we both tried to fit in there, it'd collapse on top of us."

"You're a shit architect, then."

He laughed and rolled over to the side of the bed you weren't laying on, a faint blush dusted his cheeks. If you didn't know him so well, you wouldn't have thought about how Tartaglia's ears flush bright red before his cheeks got rosy. That may be why he keeps his hair so shaggy...

[claymorous]

── .✦ Diluc Headcanons

offering some thoughts on the og in these trying times! this is a new blog (and im new to posting in general) so requests are welcome!

꒰📃︰misc hcs, no pairings, no warnings, intentional lowercase

diluc, who finds himself pacing the halls of the winery. its not always that he's anxious, but that he thinks better when he's moving. like his father, diluc is chronically fidgety, finding his little motions to be the only relief for the undertow of his thoughts. he has long figured that shifting his weight from side to side behind the bar counter, or idly cleaning glasses, gives a much better appearance than a man tugging at his own clothes and twisting his red hair. 

diluc, who writes in all-capital letters. he carries a notebook - his "TO-DO LIST". he does his laundry and cleans his sword on the same date, as dictated there in heavy ink. 

diluc, who's always had an unusual sleep schedule. he takes cat-naps throughout the day - often in strange, off-putting places and positions. he adopted this pattern as a child, readying himself for late nights, sneaking out with kaeya to skip rocks at the lake. when he roams Mondstadt, a hero in the night - diluc finds himself watching the birds on the shore.

diluc, who's affinity for birds was born at the lake. his stone skipped much farther than kaeya's - a technique he'd been practicing to an almost obsessive extent - and when it hit the surface, it splashed cold water on a tall, white crane. beside him, diluc could hear kaeya's breath hitch in his chest. The bird stretched its wings widely outwards, condemning the boys for what they had done. it did not fly away. they had been spared from avian retribution.