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✦ Balemoon's Ashes 🌑🔥

(hope everyone's enjoying v.4.6! My mission of collecting the Harbingers is ongoing, but I had to draw the little HotH kids as a fan art submission)

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✦ In terms of the recent animation “The Song Burning in the Embers”…

imagine being promoted to a Harbinger and this is what you see

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✦ lord have mercy on me because I need something to keep me sane while waiting for Pierro. I'll resort to some rough sketches, as I still struggle with drawing him... We still have 2+ years until we seen him, right...?

RIGHT???

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✦ POV: you're a gnosis

くちゃくちゃくちゃくちゃ

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✦ It happens to the best of us 👓

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✦ "Let the mighty be humbled" 🌊 💧

(lost all 50/50 twice to get him to C2 fml)

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✦ For every 1 mora lost, a mini Pantalone cries. Spend your mora wisely.

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✦ The unbridled urge to draw Zandik as a cute little pookie… or the opposite.

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✦ Morning Cuddles and Croissants

tw: none, short fluff with a cuddly Neuvi

Imagine a morning with Neuvillette; your beloved sleeping soundly beside you, and his arms wrapped around your waist. His face nestles to the crook of your shoulders, shielding his eyes from the morning sunlight peeking through the white curtains. It’s the start of a new day, and Neuvillette has to rise for work, but how can he even think of work when you’re so sweetly dozing beside him, your form embodied to be embraced by his arms? Even at night, if you toss and turn while asleep, the Hydro dragon's arms would instinctively pursue to fill the empty space in bed and pull your sleeping self back to him. In this manner, he makes sure you won't fall off the bed, and you keep him warm and at ease when you both cuddle - it's a win-win! 

Imagine Neuvillette inhaling softly, and slowly sitting up in bed. He'd stretch his shoulders, and emit a simple yawn. Well, a simple yawn for him, but whenever he opens his mouth to do so, you are greeted with the sight of his draconic teeth and serpentine tongue. Like a sleepy dragon, he was waking up from his slumber and checking in on his hoards of treasure within his nest. That treasure, of course, being you, and the hypothetical nest is the comfortable bed with the abundance of pillows you share.  “Hm… Good morning, dear,” - he murmurs to you, while he rubs the sleep off his eyes. He spots you turning, hiding yourself further into the covers and pillows.  “... Too early for it to be morning.” - you mumbled back. Anything just to have a couple of minutes of blissful sleep. Your beloved chuckles and plops his bigger form around you as if you were a plushie. The sight of you being so comfy is making his heart melt. “Come now, did you not sleep well enough? Do you want some more rest?”  “Mmmgh…” - you would mumble something lazily, face still plopped to the pillows while Neuvillette tenderly caressed your messy hair. Whatever pillow you were hugging or sleeping on was now abandoned as you instead turned to press yourself against Neuvillette’s chest. “Hm, soft…”

Imagine Neuvillette's lack of dispute when you press your cheek right against his broad chest, using him as if he were your favorite pillow (which he knew he was). He'd wrap his arms around your figure and smile as you mumbled sweet ‘Good morning’ and ‘Just five more minutes, Neuvi.’ “Alright, how about this offer? If you get up with me, I'll warm up some croissant au chocolat for us. Would you like that?” - the man asked, knowing well your reaction would be of instant interest. And indeed, your eyes opened up with glee, lustering happily in the soft morning sunlight. However, that didn't dissuade you from fully unwrapping yourself from his body.  “Quaso… Mm, yes please.”  “Then I shall take that as a yes,” - Neuvillette announced proudly, and with swift movements picked you up along with him while you remained happily latched onto his taller figure. Your head propped on his shoulders, and a sleepy smile graced your features at the mere thought of freshly baked pastries. 

Imagine this being one of the many tender mornings you two share. Your devoted Hydro Dragon always loved embracing you, in your soft and comfortable sleepwear, and his lips showering you with small pecks across the face. It wasn't the usual morning, if it weren't for your tight cuddles, and his sweet kisses that covered every part of your face and trailed to the crook of your shoulders. Thus, Neuvillette happily carried you to the kitchen, like a dragon happily taking his treasure along with him in his lair.  “Coffee, tea, or milk with your croissant, dear?”

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✦ In honor of Neuvillette's rerun, it's time to settle this discussion…

(Happy Holidays or April 1st)

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✦ Father

(A quick doodle)

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Masterlist

For easier navigation if you want to take a look at my Genshin art, writing, or other. If you have any questions or requests, my asks are open ❣ List to be updated frequently, or you can check my Pinterest.

✦ My Writing

Dottore - A Boy Named Heretic / An Endearing Infestation 

Pantalone - Honey and Violetgrass

Neuvillette - Moonlit Tides / Morning Cuddles and Croissants

✦ My Art

Series 

▏Il Capitano cute & silly headcanons: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 /

▏Il Dottore illustrations and doodles: Little Zandik as a Pookie / A Boy Named Heretic / Casual Day with Dottie / POV: you ask Dottore to kill a spider / Would You Kiss Tiny Webttore? / Valentine’s Day / Dress Your Pookie / Little Zandik

▏Other Fatui Harbingers art: Columbina Eating da Gnosis / Pantalone's Glasses / Mini Pantalone / Father Arle / Pantalone deserves to be spoiled / Pierro / My Birthday 

▏Nuevillette: "Let the mighty be humbled!" / Choose your Neuvi / Yo let him sip / Would you accept his lantern rite gift?

▏Diluc: Meow Ragnvindr / Small Dilulu 

▏Other characters: Potion Event / Chiori Dolls Design / Lumine with Fatui Plushies / Sucrose & a Curious Fox / Bennet’s Birthday / Skirk & Childe / Genshin flora watercolor

▏Miscellaneous: Houseki no Kuni ch. 107 spoilers  

(all of my non-Genshin artwork will go here)

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Gonna give you some of my current brainrots:

• Pantalone loses his glasses like crazy. Even with the chain, he forgers where they are.

• Dottore probably has shark teeth, therefore tries to bite his partner. Shark stuff.

• Capitano being Snow white. That's it. That's the idea.

• Pierro falling asleep at his desk and you go to wake him but he just wraps his arms around you so now you're stuck until he wakes up.

Yes, yes, and... yes. To all of them. Just some daily shenanigans with the Harbingers. As for Capitano, huh, wouldn't you know - I just had a similar idea :)

✦ Part 9 of me trying to draw simple (yet silly) Capitano headcanons. This time, Harbingers are back at it again, with the biggest debate in the HQ 💭

And yes, Columbina is adamant that Capitano is the Disney Princess of Snezhnaya. Thank you for sharing with me your brainrots

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✦ Moonlit Tides

Tw: slightly suggestive themes hinted at the end. Otherwise, SFW. Idk what this is, just an artistic literary piece of a fanfic w/ Neuvi

“The Chief Justice of Fontaine must exercise impartiality, thus he cannot form intimate relationships with the people of Teyvat.”  

… Is what Neuvillette told you, as you sat ashore during a still night. Although his words were directed at your curiosity, it felt more like he was speaking to himself, recalling his duties as a judge. After all, remaining objective and unbiased is the single most crucial concept that sets the Chief Justice apart from the common folk. 

At least, for the 500 years that he’s been the Iudex of Fontaine.

Yet something about the tone of what he said pulled a melancholic string. His eyes remained on the still waters of Liffey Region, the peaceful silence between you and him sublime. Yet you stood there, beside him, and in a completely relaxed manner, you said: 

“...But I’m not from Teyvat.” 

A simple answer, really. However, the silence followed was not so subdued, as Neuvillette turned to stare at you with widened eyes. Of course, you’re not from this world, you hail from beyond the stars; a simple glance at your star-shaped pupils reflects the truth of this statement.

So why was Neuvillette pondering the possibility only now? He knew that about you, that’s why he recruited your aid in Fontaine, that’s why he let you close as a confidant, that’s why he often poured his troubles to you behind closed doors during late nights. You knew the taste of the Hydro Dragon’s tears. 

But the Chief Justice sought more. On paper, his impartiality means nothing when it comes to you - he cannot judge you, and you cannot be placed on the same scales as the people of Teyvat. Thus the Hydro Sovereign took it upon himself to place you on the scales of his heart. 

At first, It began discreetly. Neuvillette would often invite you for late-night walks by the beach. Away from the courthouse’s commotion, the two of you would stroll and chat away past Marcotte station, letting the salty breeze serenade your minds. Even more so often, The Iudex hand would clasp yours to keep you closer. 

“Take a step with me into the water.” - he would later ask one day.

He knew of your resonance with hydro, therefore diving into Fontaine’s sea must be harmless for you. He would extend his plam and wait for you to bask your feet into shore. Although you initially gave him a hesitant look, he beckoned you closer. “Only to relish the water’s coolness. We don’t have to dip any lower past our knees.” - he would reassure. And so you two would often dip your toes in water during the warm nights, letting his gentle grasp lead you further from shore. It became a routine, and surprisingly, not a single drop of rain would pour from Fontaine’s clouds. Instead, the two of you would be greeted with a clear, starry sky; and Neuvillette worshiped the way your gaze shone when you observed the stars above. The endless cosmos paralleled your star-shaped pupils.      

But days standing ashore wasn’t enough for his draconic instincts, which led Neuvillette to invite you underwater. To stand on the open surface didn’t satiate him, any human could eavesdrop on your tête-à-tête by night. Thus, you would often follow him to the depths of Fontaine's seas, surrounded by lush seaweed and blooming Romaritime flowers. He would hold you close in his protective embrace, leading you to the sandbed of the depth where many Lumitoile starfish are scattered. Like the stars in the sky, you would be in awe at them, too. 

Many nights, he would spend with you leisurely exploring the profundity of the seas, talking about the many curiosities one would find in the deep. He would gift you with small chunks of raw pearls, or compel you to enjoy finding seashells. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason he would swim with you here. The underwater provided ample privacy… and ample noise reduction. 

Words didn’t need to be spoken anymore. His lips would seek your own, knowing you’d provide relief to the turbulence in his heart. Only you knew the taste of the Hydro Dragon’s tears, after all. Neuvillette’s body and intuition screamed for him to keep courting you, albeit not in the same sense as mortals do. That’s why he invited you to many peaceful walks by the water, that’s why he valued your company when sea gazing or star gazing at night, and that’s why he slowly warmed you up to his numerous gifts and trinkets, consisting of luminescent pearls and ancient seashells. Because his leviathan side was unintentionally pursuing you. 

In the depth of the ocean, where minimal sea light pierced through and no human dared to venture, the hydro dragon sovereign would love you, relishing your muffled whimpers and shivers. His keen sense of smell picks up your scent and savors it until your pheromones and cries are mixed with his heat. Body and soul entangled on the soft seabed, and Neuvillette’s sharp teeth desiring your skin. At least, for these tender moments in the depth of the world, he could forget he was the impartial Chief Justice.

Ultimately, you’re not from Teyvat, and only you were a witness to his biased side - a passionate and delicate dragon, whose sharp eyes always lingered on yours and sought you. Like the ocean tides pulled by the moon's unreachable allure.       

Yes, the title is inspired by Fontaine's OST "Moonlit Tides". As always, any art in my writing is my own artwork. thank you for reading so far.

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✦ "I feel light. So, so light."

Chapter 107 - Houseki no Kuni / Land of the Lustrous spoilers

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✦ The princess deserves to be spoiled too!

(his ass is not listening rn) A silly illustration for the fic I wrote here, if you want to check it out.

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✦ Honey and Violetgrass

Pantalone with an innocent reader, who is an adventurer but strong in their own regard. Still gets spoiled by him. 

Tw: none, pure silly fluff. 

The richest man of Teyvat requires no introduction. He is a man of affluent taste, be it the most exquisite fashion to most daily commodities - his gaze sojourns only on the highest of qualities. He is the 9th of the Fatui Harbingers, after all, hence being the face of business and the Snezhnayan economy itself. Therefore, it is natural for the public to assume that his inclination in people is as wealthy as his spacious manor, correct? He is young, he is powerful and his looks are as influential as his status. If The Regrator has a significant other, surely they must be a dream partner, basked in expensive perfumes and working as a high-class model? 

So imagine the people’s bewilderment when Pantalone’s darling, who casually bursts into his office, is some adventurer…? A person of common status, with bruises adorning their knuckles from climbing and fighting the wildlife. And yet the moment you waltz into his office, whatever important business matter was at hand is now completely forgotten by the Harbinger. In fact, Pantalone’s whole exhibition of demeanor switches in an instant. 

“Oh, honey bunny! My little gem, you're finally back!” - Pantalone stood up from his desk, completely disregarding his Fatui subordinates who remained seated. With a concerned expression, he rushed to you and cupped your cheeks. “How was your expedition? You’re back later than usual… I was worried about you.” 

“Sorry! Just had a little mishap, but I am back.” - you replied with the brightest of smiles, your face beaming despite the scratches and messy hair locks. “Ah, I’m sorry, Pantalone. Did I interrupt a business meeting?” 

The Regrator froze and ceased his check-up. He remembered that some of his business associates were still in the office. He glanced at them, then glanced back at you. 

“Oh, sweetie, nonsense!” - The Harbinger let out a haughty laugh and clasped his hands together. All it took was a single stern look towards his subordinates to convey: ‘This meeting is over. Leave.’ 

The poor associates were left to their confusion, as they were silently dismissed. Now all alone in his office, your dear Harbinger helped you brush the dust of your clothes, gently sliding your coat out of your smaller form. “Where were you anyway, dear?”   

“So I was on my way to find something… But I stumbled upon a Pyro Abyss mage!” 

“Oh!” - Pantalone’s face contorted into concern behind his glasses.

“But don’t worry, because the abyss mage was stuck on a rock in the middle of a lake. They couldn’t attack me, so instead I helped the abyss mage cross the lake without drowning.” 

“Oh,” - Now the man smiled, relieved at your kind gesture towards the most boorish creatures. 

“But the abyss mage got so scared when I carried him out of the lake that a massive Lawachurl heard us and came to attack!” 

“Oh!” - that look of panic was back. 

“Turns out there was a small camp of hilichurls nearby… So I tried to convince them I meant no harm. I guess they saw what I did, and didn’t attack me.” 

“Oh…” 

“Instead I asked them to take me to the top of a cliff and help me gather some local herbs! And they surprisingly understood because that’s what we did!” 

Silence. In the past few minutes that you conveyed your story, the 9th’s face changed into an array of emotional rollercoasters. The man adjusted his glasses, and wrapped his arms around you: 

“Dear, my honey, my little heart. You know I love you but please don’t make me have a heart attack…! You must exercise caution when you’re out there exploring the wild. And on high terrain cliffs?! Just what was so important that you had to ask some… brutish hilichurls to help you?” 

You smiled at him - that bright and sunny little smile that erased any of his trouble and melted the Harbinger’s heart. You pulled out of his warm embrace, reaching somewhere in your bag to bring something carefully wrapped in cloth. You held it close and unwrapped it before Pantalone. 

“Fresh Violetgrass, Pantalone. I know they are your favorite, but you hate store-bought ones. They’re hard to acquire since they only grow on high-rise cliffs in Jueyun Karst… So it took me a while to hike and find them. Sorry to make you wait.” 

You clarified delicately, standing there with your vibrant batch of Violentgrass, as if afraid that Pantalone might scold you for such a reckless expedition. But how could he be mad at you? How could he do anything but melt and be flustered at your adorable disposition? His little dear, so bravely hiking all the way to Liyue just to get his favorite flora as a gift? 

“O-oh, dear my. All this, just to bring it to me?” - The Regrator gasped, his arms instantly reaching to embrace you as if you were his favorite plush, smothering you with tight squeezes. “My honey bunny, you shouldn’t! These flowers look precious in full bloom; as precious as you.” 

“Ah! Pantalone, you’ll squish me… And the flowers.”  

Thus, the lovely Violetgrass flowers were now rightfully placed in a vase back home. Their purple petals emit a fragrant aroma throughout the bedroom where you and Pantalone now rest. That’s how your relationship with The Regrator was; the richest man of Teyvat who could easily buy the entire world with a single glance, was actually the one swooning over your innocent yet loving gestures. Maybe it was your sincerity, or perhaps your adventurous nature. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop the Harbinger from sitting all day and daydreaming of your experienced arms carrying him bridal style. Even if he was technically taller than you, you possessed some lovely muscles from your years of adventuring. And they certainly enticed him further. 

Most amusingly, you’d know he’s having those silly little thoughts whenever he sat silently with an endearing grin on his face. You stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed and dressed in comfortable loungewear. So you decided to ask him: “Hm? What’re you thinking about?”

“Nothing important, my dear.” - he chuckled, beckoning you to hop into bed with him for some well-earned cuddles. “Just thinking about how your arms would look gorgeous while carrying me. And I’ll instead spoil you with anything you want in the world as a reward.” 

You bury yourself against his lean chest and mumble with a smile “You want me to carry you like a princess?” 

“Anyway you deem fit - and you’ll have me at your feet, my sweet. Say, how should I reward you for your gift today? Should we go on a shopping spree? I’ll commission the best tailors of Snezhnaya to sew all the garments you dream of. Oh, or perhaps I should spoil you with newly bought cosmetics?” 

Pantalone mused to himself, all while caressing your hair. You shook your head: “No, no. You know I don’t like when you spoil me too much. I feel guilty when you spend money on me. Besides, I’ve got everything I want.”

“Don’t be too humble, my dear. If you asked me to bathe you in a honeyed milk bath and drape you with silk, you know I’d drop every Mora to do so in an instance.” - he kissed the top of your head and whispered in your ear. “Unless you wish me to bathe with you in such sweet waters, instead.” 

Pantalone expected a reaction, but instead, you quickly asked him: “Put your glasses away for a moment, please.” 

He obliged, “...Yes? -Ah!” 

Your response was slapping him with a pillow across his face. At least you were considerate with his glasses. 

“Preposterous. Can't a man feel proud at the prospect of spoiling his beloved with luxuries?”

“Pantaloons, I warn you.” - you said threateningly, though your act of bravery looked more endearing as you clutched the pillows for another attack. 

Pantalone furrowed his eyebrow “Don't start me with those nicknames, honey.”

You grinned “... Pantyhose.”

“Dear.”

“Mr… Panties.”

“That's it, you come here!” 

Not heeding his warning, the man enveloped you in ticklish embraces so you wouldn't escape. Your giggles of help and mercy were left unheard as you were pinned to the soft batch of pillows. His lips sought your own to silence those ridiculous nicknames that kept testing his patience. And undoubtedly, your kisses tasted sweeter than honey and violetgrass. 

A small illustration for this fic is here! I don't know how else to portray 'reader' without it looking awkward, so instead I drew the Traveler in it. Hope no one minds!