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Gameplay Update

Traveller in the Skirk story quest: "Maybe it was just a very lifelike dream,"

Hello traveller T_T you would think after going through everything you would know that your dreams are not just dreams. This small bit of dialogue actually disappoints me. We can all see a mile away that your dream means something.

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It's so important to read your own work again.

I don't mean proofreading, I meant just enjoying them.

To me it's a little cringe, but I saw my copy of The Ruthless Prince on the shelf the other day and for some reason... just decided to read through it again.

Honestly it didn't feel like I wrote it, but boy did it bring back the urge to write. The urge is so strong, but time just isn't right.

I miss Genshin. I don't play it as often but its amazing what fiction and reading can stir in you. I know a lot of you have probably dropped the game, or arent as interested in it anymore and that's okay! Nothing lasts forever.

But again, it's something that has a special place in my heart.

Even if I'm branded "Genshin" though, I hope if I ever write something different, original or fanfiction, that everyone might enjoy a piece of it.

Just a quick update on my thoughts ;)

Still aiming to get the book out end of this year, 2025!

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I know this is stupid but hear me out. I reread your Somewhere you can't follow fic and the Scaramouche one somehow reminds me of Taylor Swift's unreleased song "I'd Lie". The song now hits diff after reading the fic. If you don't know the song, please please please listen to it even just once most of all the chorus part and you'll get what I mean.😭

The early days of Taylor Swift was my teenage soundtrack.

In particular, for the song "I'd Lie" teenage me found myself listening to it over and over again because I had a crush on someone who always kept pining for someone else, and I was always there to help him.

The rest of my angsty love story under the cut

He, let's call him Rex, had somehow taken a liking to people who were usually my friends, or at least my acquaintances.

He would write notes to them and I would be the messenger. Mind you, we were probsbly like 15 or 16 at this point.

One particular time, I had asked my friend Jamie if she was interested in Rex, because Rex had enlisted me to send love notes to her. Jamie flat out said no, she was interested in someone else at that point. I still gave her the note, and I told her that Rex is interested in her. She never responded to those notes.

I told Rex, in a very gentle manner, that she wasn't interested "You might want to try elsewhere..."

He understood immediately. "That's okay, I can keep trying,"

The next few days Jamie had complained to me about how Rex was showing up in her class and offering to carry her things, or asking if she was free to hang out.

Jamie wasn't the first person I witnessed reject Rex. At this point I really didn't get it. Why did girls not give him a chance? He was cute. He was smart. He was a gentleman. He was nice. He was upfront about his intentions. He was really good at drawing. He played the guitar. He had a kind sister.

I cried because lil ole me felt that he deserved much more than just girls rejecting him left and right. I cried because, hi, I'm right here. I know you. I knew his favourite colours even though he didn't tell me. Knew that he was sometimes annoyed by his sister. Knew when his birthday was. Knew that he wanted to be an artist. Knew that he had several dreams in store.

Then one day, I got the news that I was moving away.

I cried again. But I cried because of the friendships I was going to lose and the life that I was leaving behind. Not just because of him.

I told my closest girlfriends, and we cried together.

In art class, Rex came up to me and asked "You've been absent on and off, what's up with that?"

I didn't tell him that we were busy packing for the big move. I just told him it was family stuff.

"Oh. Well, we need a partner in art today. I'll draw you," we were supposed to do portraits today.

I was genuinely surprised because Jamie was in that class. So were some other girls he used to be interested in, and even then, his friends were also in the class. Why had he chosen me?

In fact I remember asking him "What about *his friends name*? It doesn't look like he has a partner,"

"Tsk, he'll live,"

I didn't say anything, but for the next hour or so, he spent it silent, sketching my features. Looking up once in a while to look at me and check if he was getting my features right.

When he finished, he signed the sketch off and handed it over to me. "Here you go, don't lose it," then packed up and left.

I don't have that sketch anymore, but to this day, in my mind's eye, it still is the most beautiful portrait of me, and probably the only sketch of me that will ever be drawn.

When it was finally announced to the class by my homeroom teacher that I was leaving in the next few weeks, not even finishing the school year, Rex yet again came up to me and asked questions.

Where are you going?

Are you ever coming back?

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

But everybody else was asking the same thing, so I didn't think much of it.

Until I got a text message from him at night.

"Are you free at some point? Let's go shopping, I'll get you something you like,"

In the deepest parts of my mind something clicked, but I also told myself I was probably just imagining it.

I replied with the truth, I said it was too busy at home packing and sorting things out.

"What time do you get to school? I'll meet you by the curve and walk with you," in tagalog "Sabay na tayo," he tried to keep the question really casual, but I think I was getting the hint at this point.

I was stuck. Do I let him do this and enjoy the attention for the last few days? Or do I nip it in the bud in fear of falling too hard at the wrong time?

I decided to stay neutral. I decided to pretend I didn't know what he was up to, but I did, because this is exactly what he did to all the girls he liked before.

I didn't tell him what time I usually got to school. I merely said my mom actually walks me to the gate.

"That's okay, I'll still walk with you,"

I just told him we can walk together if he happens to see me.

In the next few days he continues to send me messages after school, asking about mundane things like what things do I like. What color. What toys. He asked more about where I was going. If I was coming back. The what ifs.

In actual school he didn't really interact with me that much, but that was also because I spent a lot more time being whisked away by my friends.

At some point in between all of that he managed to catch me on the way to school. My mom had been there and probably raised an eyebrow when he approached me and said we could walk together. He said hi to my mom and continued talking to me.

It was then that I noticed a small whale plushie keychain on his bag. I thought it was cute and without thinking I grabbed it and squeezed it.

"You like it?" He asked.

"It's cute," I said.

On my last day of school he handed me that same plush and said I could keep it. "But you have to give it back to me when you come back,"

He wouldn't let go of it until I promised.

He texted me a lot that night. Asking what time my flight was. If he could see me off at the airport. If I could continue texting him even when I'm away.

I said I would try my best.

We were just kids, and we both fell out of touch when things got busy.

I never spoke to him again, but those memories are still very clear in my mind.

So all that angst that I post? Some of it is probably pulled from my various memories that I'm thankful for. That, or it was inspired by Taylor Swift hehehehe.

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HELLO! In response to Annonie's message from before, I come to give my perspective! The Scara angst is really one of my favorite things in this universe. People must begin to know how to differentiate and separate Wanderer from Scaramouche, being two totally "different" subjects (even though they are the same soul, the same "person", etc., we understand each other) I'm a lore player, so there's absolutely nothing that gives me a greater sense of joy and comfort than seeing a reader x CANON Scaramouche. No, Scaramouche is not a kind, good, or even affectionate being. Another thing is Wanderer. That's up to each individual's interpretation.

What I mean is that you have to have a very structured mind and enough experience for a writer to be able to leave behind the idealization of Scaramouche when making a one shot or a fanfic with him. Because being canon-compliant, everyone knows what Scaramouche himself is like. So seeing a WELL MADE Scaramouche x Reader is great!

Lots of things to discuss here, but also a view that I appreciate! Thank you!

Just so we don't get lost I'm going to number my thoughts.

Scaramouche angst has one of the best potentials in Genshin story writing. He is perfect for the "I don't need you, but wait, maybe I do" storylines. I don't think any other character comes close to that dynamic (Let me know if you think otherwise! I love discussion) maybe I should make a Genshin Men and their Romance Tropes post hahaha

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2. Genshin gave Scaramouche so much character growth it's insane. I might be wrong but I don't see anyone else with a storyline that went from "this guy is insane" to "this guy is starting over a new leaf" to "this guy cares". It's probably why I like him so much. Maybe Raiden, but that was a totally different back story to Scaramouche's.

3. I don't claim to be canon-compliant. Mainly because I'm conscious of some characters that I don't really know that well, haha. It's easier for me to say "this is my version of (insert character) here" it may not follow canon events because at some point I really do start forgetting the lore, specially in such a big game and story. But I am glad you think my Scara is canon-compliant!

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Hopefully, you're okay with this kind of comment. I really don't like the way you write Scara. It's like he sees the reader as less than human, throwing insults like no problem and expecting them to just take it or else they're more unlikable and emotionally weaker than they already are in his eyes. But your works are popular, hell almost ALL fics that characterize him and the Reader like you do are more prevalent, and as a (very conscious) self-shipper to this chara, I feel like I have to stomach this, otherwise I don't deserve him or to selfship to him in any way.

I'm okay with this!

At least you aren't too rude about it.

You don't have to like the way I write Scara, nor anyone else's Scara. You don't have to stomach it nor read it and you don't have to feel like you "don't deserve him"...I guess?

How I write Scara is how I see his character. I do think Scaramouche, The Balladeer, Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers was a snarky, rude and borderline heartless man. A result of a broken world and broken promises.

Wanderer isn't.

Nor was the person before he was abandoned.

Or at least that's how I see it.

Thank you for your opinion!

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scaramouche scaramouche (will you do the fandango)

partially inspired by kintsugi :)

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Let's start a Genshin Thread:

Just for fun. Copy paste with your own answers!

No judging others please!

My ultimate fave:

My second fave:

I thought I loved them but it was just a phase:

I'm sorry, I'm not fond of them:

Here's mine:

My ultimate fave: Scaramouche

My second fave: Diluc

I thought I loved them but it was just a phase: Neuvillette, Kinich, Citlali

I'm sorry, I'm not fond of them: Kaveh, Jean

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My ultimate favourite is still Scaramouche idk why I'm down bad for him again :(

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Death and Regrets - Alhaitham

Notes: This has been written for quite a while. It will be part of my next Genshin book "Primofate's Angst Anthology Volume 1" I was planning on keeping it exclusive to the book, but I hadn't posted in such a long while that I felt that I had to give you guys something. Grateful to all of you who are still here and please look forward to the release of my next book! I'm planning for it to be out late 2025 on Amazon!

Word Count: 2316 (yes, the death and regrets in my next book are quite long)

Others in the series: (Scaramouche and Kaeya Version) (Thoma, Xiao, Diluc and Zhongli)  (Itto, Gorou, Albedo)

Death, Regrets and Second Chances [An Alternate Ending to Death and Regrets]: (Kazuha, Childe, Scaramouche, Kaeya)

Warnings: not proofread, YOU DIE, no comfort

Characters: gn! reader x Alhaitham

It was not that your relationship with the Scribe was a secret, it was simply because the two of you were private people. There’s no reason to go around telling everyone that the two of you were dating, in fact, it would be rather unprofessional to do that, seeing as both of you held high positions in the Akademiya.

Even before that, however, when you were merely students, there were a few countable times in which Alhaitham and you crossed paths.

“What’s a Vahumana student doing reading a book about ancient runes?” He was a handsome, young man. As he was today. But he was less guarded, less critical of others in his younger years. You had no idea whatsoever that this encounter with him would lead to a blossoming romantic endeavour.

You stared up at him, rather enchanted by his eyes, book held in your hands. You took one look at his uniform and immediately knew he was Haravatat. “…We’re going on an expedition into the Hadramaveth Ruins soon…” you explain, just waiting for him to leave.

He stands in front of you for a good 5 seconds before sighing and exclaiming “…I suppose I can let you have the book for a few more days,” he starts to walk off, adding a brief “Let me know if you’re done with it,” signalling to you that he probably wanted to borrow the book.

It was weeks later that you handed the book over to him, your left arm bandaged up and in a sling. He glanced at the book, then at your arm. “…What happened to you?” it was merely an offhanded question. He was just curious what kind of accident you got into.

You didn’t seem the reckless type.

“Just some trouble in the ruins,” you shrug.

You thought that leaving the book with him was the last you would see of Alhaitham. But, days later, struggling with a broken arm and in a cliché scenario of being unable to reach a book on the highest shelf, it was him who leans forward and retrieves it for you easily.

“…Alhaitham,” he says it with a bit of uncertainty. As if not knowing if he was making the right decision.

“Huh?” You instinctively let out.

“My name. It’s Alhaitham,” You make a sound of understanding, and give him your own.

What happened after that was a whirlwind of intense and exhilarating experiences. Somehow he had made it part of his routine to lend you a hand in the library. Those little butterflies in your stomach start to flutter, wondering why he made such effort for you, when you secretly knew the answer yourself.

Those same butterflies start to fly, flitting about in twists and turns in your stomach when you find yourself sitting side by side with him, studying separate subjects, yet together in each other’s presence.

Until, even when the sun set, the butterflies are awake and alive within you, seemingly escaping your gut and now fluttering with a rhythmic thump-thump-thump in your chest while the two of you meet in the secret corners of the dormitories, head to shoulder, whispering and talking about anything and everything you could think of.

You excelled in your school, as did he, and before long, the two of you were given important roles within the Akademiya. Him as the Scribe, and you, as Vahumana’s Assistant Sage.

“Y/N?” there was a knock on your study door, voice as familiar to you as your own.

“Come in,” you stand as the door pushes open. Alhaitham slips in and just as easily closes the door with his foot, striding over to meet you at the middle of the room.

Knowing that there was no one there except the two of you, both of you walk the full length, up until he opens one arm, and up until you walk into his warmth. His arm wraps you tight for a few seconds, his eyes closing, nose diving into your hair for a quick kiss, before releasing you completely and stepping away from each other.

Just a quick greeting.

Always a quick greeting, in case someone decides to come in.

“Your message…” Alhaitham trails off, he had been out on some sort of task for a few days and the only way to reach him had been through a messenger. The message you sent was clear. Grand Sage Azar was planning something devious, and he had to be stopped. “…are you sure?”

“…At the very least, Azar is suspicious,” you recount how it seems like the Grand Sage had been scheming something. That there was an important project the sages had been working on. That Cyno had suddenly quit his post as General Mahamatra. “…They’re tampering with the Akasha System, and I haven’t seen Naphis in weeks,” you end, face carrying a grim expression.

Alhaitham, as always, remained calm and collected. You had long known that he had been a person of logic. That he was smarter than the average person, his mind always seemed to be working faster than others’ did.

“…Even then, there’s nothing we can do at the moment, without any evidence,” he closes his eyes when he says this, possibly going through all the information that you’ve given him.

“Alhaitham,” you press, words suddenly taking a more assertive edge. “It’s not natural for Naphis to disappear like this. Furthermore, all the other sages assure me that he’s merely busy working on the project.” And it’s here that he detects a hint of your pleading tone. “but he opposed of the project, Alhaitham. They’re hiding something,”

He holds back a sigh, you see it in the way his shoulders tense and his face attempts to remain neutral. “If we don’t have anything against them, then there’s nothing we can do,” he repeats and you almost feel like you’re talking to a wall, but he continues. “I’ll scout around, but there are other things I have to do. We can’t just go by your intuition alone,”

“You’re saying I’m making this all up?”

“That’s not what I said, and you know it. You’re letting your frustration get the better of you, Y/N,”

You bite your lip. He’s right. As he always is. Patience is a virtue, that was always what he said. If he wanted to do something, it had to be mapped out and planned perfectly. It wasn’t his style to go rushing into something, including accusations of people.

“We’ll talk about this a bit more tomorrow. Just cool off, for now,” he leaves with only a nod, knowing that the two of you just needed some time to think and gather your thoughts carefully, before hatching a plan. Together, the two of you could easily do it, Alhaitham had always valued your opinions and intelligence.

Early morning the next day the same messenger you had sent to Alhaitham finds his way to your study. Karman, his name was.

“Assistant Sage Y/N,” he respectfully hands you a letter, bows his head and steps away.

The letter is addressed to you, from Alhaitham.

I was on a separate task to the Hadramaveth Ruins and found traces of the sages “project”. I did return to the Akademiya but hadn’t the time to seek you out before leaving for another assignment. I left my letter to Karman. I’ll make quick of my task, and meet you at the Ruins shortly after daybreak.

Karman only watches as you drop the letter on your desk, quickly packing essentials to travel to the ruins.

Pity. He thought to himself. Such a young talent going to waste.

“You’re free to go,” you hurriedly dismiss him and he nods, taking a last glance at the fabricated letter on your table.

Alhaitham wakes far too late to stop the tragedy from happening. When he slips into your study, your door being slightly agape was his first clue that something was amiss. The second was the letter on your table.

‘I didn’t write this,’ was his instant reaction.

‘Y/N’s in trouble,’ was his second,gut-wrenching realization.

He sprinted without a second thought towards the ruins. His legs, as practiced and trained as they were from doing assignment after assignment, burned with a speed that he had never attempted to reach before. He hears his laboured breathing in his ears, hears his heart going faster than he had ever felt it go.

All the while he berated himself. How could he not have seen this coming? Why had he not taken extra precautions?

The desert is brutal, even to him. It was harder to press on, his feet stamping on soft sand, making it difficult to propel forward. He sees the ruins in the far horizon, the doors shut tight.

I can make it! He thinks to himself, pushing his strength to the last limits. You must have been inside,all he had to do was—

BANG!

In a sudden, quick explosion of sand the entrance to the ruins erupt in a lick of flames. And then, one after another bombs set off. The ground shook at the intensity, Alhaitham swayed, tipped over, and fell forward only to push himself up and keep going, his eyes determinedly glued to the ruin entrance despite the sand kicking up everywhere.

I’ll make it. I’m coming.

Explosions were still going off, ringing in his ears. His worst nightmare descended upon him when the ruin doors burst into thousands of pieces, in smithereens and mixing with the sand. The rest of the structure stumbled and caved in, it was sinking so fast into the sand.

Alhaitham pressed on.

There’s no way.

He scrambled forward as the pillars and rocks crumble and sink. For a moment he thinks he hears someone calling his name, but all he can think about is your face.

Your face. In every corner of his life. Now sinking into the sand, trapped for eternity, never to be seen again.

Y/N…!

“Alhaitham!” He’s suddenly jerked backwards, equally strong arms are holding him back, preventing him from going any further into the disaster.

“Y/N!” Alhaitham finally bellows, the sound of his voice echoing through the desert. He struggles against the hold, pulling and heaving himself forward. When he realized that the person holding on to him was just as stubborn as he was, he swerved around with a glare. “I have to go! What’re you doi—” he stopped short, and saw that it was Cyno.

Cyno who had a pained look in his eyes. “It’s too late,” he said as a matter of factly.

Alhaitham stilled, he could hear the structure still crumbling, yet to him it sounded like the whole world falling. He jerked away from Cyno’s grasp, turning towards the crumbling structure, and finally fell to his knees.

His hands grasp on sand, palm stinging at how hard he was gripping on to them. “—Can’t be,” he murmurs something into the wind, only bits of it audible. His frame crumples forward, arms keeping him from falling face first into the sand. “It can’t be…It can’t. can’t. can’t. CAN’T be!” His fist pounds into the sand with each angry word, eyes squeezing shut and wracking his brain for a solution. This can’t be it. Y/N was smarter than that, you might’ve found a way to avoid it.

To Cyno, who had never seen Alhaitham unravel in such a way, who had no idea that the man could even be in such a state, only silently watched. Unaware of what he could do for him. “Alhaitham…”

The Scribe suddenly stood, as if he hadn’t been mourning just a few seconds ago. By now the storm had settled, and where the ruin doors once stood was now just a mound of sand, as if it had never been there before. “Y/N could still be around,”

Cyno could only see his back, now tall and proud. The General Mahamatra watched as Alhaitham picked his arm up, laid it over what would be his face and dragged it, slowly, from left to right. Cyno wasn’t sure if it had been sweat or tears, but the taller man stood there for a moment, and with a hint of a tremble, said “I have to bring Y/N back…”

That’s how Cyno knew, that Alhaitham was conscious of the world, was conscious of the tragedy that had just happened.

But that didn’t stop him from coming back to the ruins every single day, holding out on whatever hope he had, the pain of “We’ll talk about this a bit more tomorrow. Just cool off, for now,” repeating over and over and over again in his head, keeping him awake at night.

How could that have been his last words to you?

How could he have passed on the chance to wrap you in his arms, like all those times the two of you shared in your younger years, and passed on the chance to tell you how much he adored, missed and loved you instead?

The worst part of it all was the fact that he had nothing left. Not even a last look of your face, not even a tombstone to visit. Not even a safe space for you to rest.

All of a sudden it didn’t matter how much he had succeeded in life up until this point. He had failed you so miserably.

What had he been doing for the past few years?

What was it all for?

When all was said and done, when the sun set and the tasks were completed, he came home to you.

And now, there was no home to be found. For a while, he would come home and collapse on the cold, hard, floor. It was so, so quiet and all around the four walls he saw your face and your smile, haunting and piercing his soul.

There was no home here.

Only sadness, and solitude.

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Once upon a time there was this fanfiction that I read... [Genshin Spin]

TW: Death, angst, misunderstanding

It was a very, very long time ago, maybe in 2008. I can't even remember what anime it was anymore, but I'm taking those memories and that idea and spinning it into Genshin.

If anybody knows which fanfiction I'm talking about, please let me know as I would LOVE to read it again.

Pick a Genshin Character of your choice.

In the story, you were arranged into a marriage to him for efficiency's sake. As all arranged marriage tropes go, you gradually and actually fall in love with each other.

However, before the wedding happens, you find out that there's something undesirable about him.

For instance, Tartaglia's thirst for battle and his connections with Fatui.

Diluc's guardedness, and how you always felt like you never got the whole of him.

Wriothesley's past. How he has killed people.

Alhaitham's lack of emotion and his logic first approach.

Scaramouche's terrible mouth and lack of respect for anyone at all.

Xiao's unwillingness to open up to you.

Zhongli's experience which far surpasses yours. Sometimes it's like you're not even on the same wavelength.

He gives you a chance to back out of the arrangement. And you, being young and fearful, decide that there is still much of the world for you to see and more people for you to meet. This man can't be the one you'd spend your life with.

So you leave.

Years pass and the more you see of the world the more you realize that no one in this world is perfect at all and, strangely, you find yourself yearning for someone your heart already knows. Your past, arranged lover.

Sure, there were a lot of things wrong with him, but there were also a lot of things wrong with you and when you finally find him, he's even more guarded than before.

He did really take a liking to you back then, so now as he sees you approaching again, you can't blame him for the caution that he shows.

You don't exactly pine for his attention nor his love. But you accepted that you had to start all over again.

You start by getting to know him again, what he's been up to, what he likes to do, what his goals are in exchange for stories of your own. You support him as much as you can, and fondly take care of him as you did before, maybe even more.

Truthfully, to someone looking from the outside, it pretty much looks like you're clinging on to him and in some senses, you are. You took him for granted back then, but you're now willing to repay that mistake with genuine love and care.

Until one day, the enemies you've made come looking for him. You've just been sticking to him real close these days that it's hard to get a hold of you alone, when it's easier to bully you.

So, your enemies feed him lies.

"Duke Wriothesley, correct?"

"Master Diluc, right?"

"Iudex of Fontaine,"

"Former Geo Archon,"

"Balladeer"

and proceeds to tell them a secret that only you would know.

"Y/N? She's disgusted that you killed your own parents."

"She thinks you're pathetic, grovelling over your father's death,"

"Uncaring. Justice always comes first over everything else,"

"You bore her, talking about history the way you do,"

"Pah! Why would she bother with someone rude like you, really?"

and your enemies deal the final blow.

"We've paid her to follow you. Why do you think she's come all the way here looking for you again? You don't really think it was for you? All your secrets? She's sold them to us for a hefty price. Enough to cover her for a lifetime,"

and perhaps it's hard to imagine him believing it on first thought. But this was a man you had already turned away from once and then just happened to reappear into his life randomly again.

So the next time you come looking for him, smile on your face, packed lunch and all... He looks at you with a cold gaze, and accuses you of things you had no idea about.

"Leave. You've made yourself clear,"

"Get lost. You're even more disgusting than I am,"

"I know you're being paid, so cut the crap,"

"You can stop acting now,"

And you... Poor you who really just wanted to gain his favour. Who really just wanted a second chance to love him again, try to ask him what he means but he responds with despise.

"I know why you've been following me. Stop acting like you care and leave,"

Hurt, you leave without further questioning him. Not even a day later, your enemies come knocking at your door. Finally, you're alone.

Finally, they can make a move without worrying about that pesky man of yours.

And finally... they kill you. Just like that, in your own home.

Fortunately, he knows your new address.

Fortunately, he comes looking for you after a few days of mulling over his words. Perhaps he just had to hear your side of the story first. He didn't let you talk last time out of anger, but maybe this time it would be clearer.

Maybe this time it would be different.

Maybe this time...

...

...

...it would be the end.

Does it fit into a Genshin context?

If this is a trope, what trope is it?

What similar tropes like this have you read and liked? Would love to read them :D

Kinda reminds me of a MAFIA thing and I feel like it fits more into that but for the life of me I CANNOT find the fanfiction anymore. It used to be on fanfiction.net

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Playing through Natlan...

I'm doing the quests for the Master's of the Night Wind.....

Spoiler below

I am getting some weird... weird thoughts about this guy. He's ridiculously tall and he... kinda has a nice voice.

I am weirded out by myself.

I mean... kinda reminds me of Foul Legacy Tartaglia. Same difference...

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Happy 2025!

Happy New Year folks! I'm still here as usual, just lurking and living.

Giving you a quick update!

I'm still playing Genshin, but I have not written for it in a long time, not even the book that I've been planning or writing. I haven't touched it in a while, life has just been really busy and my toddler just constantly wants attention, and I'm not complaining! I love it!

I do have time for hobbies, just not writing at the moment.

I'm currently playing Infinity Nikki too! I am actually into cutesy dresses and dress ups and things of the like, so I'm enjoying it at the moment.

How is everybody doing? Leave me a message on what's up with you right now. Tell me about your latest brain rot, or your latest hyperfixation, I'm here to read about it!

May 2025 be an amazing year for all of us :)

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Life Lately (Quick Update)

November and December are always the busiest time of the month for me.

One, because it's my birthday.

Two, because it's also my little one's birthday!

Three, Christmas.

and Four, around this time, it's also crunch time at work.

So you can imagine all the festivities, planning, family members and the like coming to visit.

I'm still around. I don't think I'll ever truly disappear, unless something very major happens. Genshin has a special place in my heart, no matter what happens to it or to me.

And as always, I always appreciate you coming by to check on me, or just to gush over old fics again.

Thankful always,

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Any of my readers from Malaysia? Went to the Genshin Concert. It was incredible 🥲

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Warning: angsty

You've been isekai'd to Teyvat.

For whatever reason it is, and whatever fantasy you've had of being whisked away into another world.

Maybe you woke up one day under the tree in Windrise.

Maybe you hated your life so much you wished so hard to be somewhere else and when you opened your eyes you were in the streets of Liyue.

Or maybe it was an unfortunate accident and you found yourself floating in the seas of Fontaine.

Regardless, you choose who picks you up.

Is it Diluc, who somehow finds you passed out in his vineyard?

Kinich who catches you when you just start falling out of the sky?

Alhaitham, who thinks it troublesome that he has to get you acquainted with Sumeru and the Akademiya?

Scaramouche who was suddenly led by the Aranara to where you appeared in the forest and slept?

You might think that going to a new world, Teyvat, of all places, would be exciting, but in reality, it would be frightening too.

No friends. No family. Monsters are out to get you. Nowhere to live.

Your chosen person, however, manages to keep you safe. Manages to get you more familiar with the world. Manages to build your life up in this unknown place.

They've taken care of you, have become your friend. Have become a lifeline for you.

Though some of them may bark and complain about how you know nothing at all, or seem to scoff at your problems. (Scaramouche, Xiao, Alhaitham)

And some might be hot or cold. You don't know if they care or not, cause sometimes they're nice, and the next they pull away (Diluc, Dainsleif, Kazuha)

Then there's ones who genuinely have taught you about Teyvat. Have integrated your existence into their every day life. (Tighnari, Neuvillette, Baizhu, Kaveh, Thoma)

And the ones who gave you purpose. Since you're here now, it's important to feel that you belong. (Wriothesley, Zhongli, Albedo, Cyno, Kinich)

In some ways because they were the ones who found you they do feel responsible for you. Inevitably, you spend a lot of time together. Where he goes, you usually go too, sometimes even in dangerous situations.

And so, what happens then, when, one day, out of the blue, you tell him:

"I found a way back home,"

By that time he might have already forgotten that you weren't from this world. That you had somewhere to go back to. That you could actually disappear just as easily as you appeared into his life. That next to him was not really your original place.

So, what then?

(I'd write this for every male character if I had the time)

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Quick Kinich Brainrot.

Kinich sings the Ode of Resurrection a little louder and with a little more earnest when you're involved.

He doesn't notice it, but Mualani sure does. Kachina is none the wiser, she thinks Kinich treats everyone equally.

"Excited?" Mualani prods the said man on his side, grin as wide as ever, while waiting for the Ressurection to start.

"Huh?" Kinich asks.

Turns out he was none the wiser too. He thought he treated everyone equally.

"For Y/N to come back!" Mualani tries to hide the exasperation in her voice.

"...Isn't everyone?" Kinich simply says. Ajaw is surprisingly quiet.

Mualani has a retort at the tip of her tongue, but the ceremony starts. The eulogy is recited and the humming commences.

The ceremony is the same as it always is, and as the Pyro archon disappears into the Sacred Flame, people start to cheer and shout.

Kinich stays quiet. Eyes tacked on to the flame, shoulders tense, searching for the first sign of the Pyro Archon and you.

His mind doesn't quite register it when the Pyro Archon emerges from the flame carrying you in her arms.

The cheers continue, but when people start to notice that you're unconscious and asleep, the noise dwindles down.

Kinich masterfully swings himself over to meet the Pyro Archon, peering over at your face. "Is Y/N okay?"

"What's wrong with 'em? Psh. And here I thought they weren't one of the puny ones! Well at least it ain't a bag of bones!" Ajaw cackles, but constantly tries to circle around to catch a glimpse of your face.

"Trouble in the Night Kingdom," the archon replies. "They're fine, they just need a bit more rest to stabilize the Abyssal energy in them,"

Kinich steps back with a sigh.

The wave of panic that hit him settling down to ripples. Something similar had happened to Kachina before, in fact that time had been worse. Kinich hated to admit it, but he didn't feel half as scared back then than he did now.

What did that tell him?

He puts his hands forward "I'll take Y/N, archon. I'll take care of them," urgency and desperation mixed together in his voice.

The pyro archon had no doubt that he would, but shakes her head. "They'll have to stay here until the abyssal energy stabilizes, it could be dangerous to you as well,"

"But--" His response was automatic, and he had to stop himself from protesting.

Just take Y/N home. Don't let anyone else take them.

Repeated in his mind, over and over again. Home. You'll be safe there. He'll make sure of it. But he relents, and drops his arms to his sides. "...Okay,"

The pyro archon promises you'll be fine.

Kinich was a competent fighter. He was an ancient name bearer. He had fought so many battles and looked for many more.

But in this one simple and single moment, suddenly he wasn't so strong anymore.

His fear was bigger than his whole existence.

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All these kinktober prompts got me thinking how Kinich would use that grappling hook for interesting purposes...

Someone go and take that thought and write it cause I don't actually like writing smut 🤣