#FISCHL OUTFIT MY BELOVED

[m1d-45]

(writing a blurb about other fischl despite not knowing that much about the background of the ein immernachtstraum skin lore. forgive me if its off🗿)

other fischl (who im naming night or something similar(maybe nyx?)) who maintains her identity as the true prinzessin but would throw it all away for the sake of the creator. night who can see danger coming from miles away thanks to oz and his ability to be her eyes in the sky.

her electro might not be as volatile as red's pyro but she can still protect the creator just as well as he can! (maybe even better than red!) seeing that she uses a bow and has oz, she can better fight the knights of favonius in long ranged combat.

when red comes back bloodied and bruised, which she knows is on purpose to get creator's attention, she gets a little jealous. why can't she get that attention and love? obviously she should be getting more attention, she's the prinzessin der verurteilung! the two of them are on rocky ground but for the sake of the creator, they're willing to (mostly) put aside their differences. (and she hates to admit it but red does make for a good teammate)

night and fischl don't have as much drama as red and diluc do but that doesn't stop her from acting superior to fischl. after all, who protected the true creator during the hunt? not fischl. thats who.

all things aside, she'd lay down her life and her title as the prinzessin for the creator.

- curse anon

lotsa talk and fischl lore spoilers below!

Ein Immernachtstraum translates roughly to ‘an ever night dream’ (and i’d anybody who actually speaks german thinks that’s wrong, take it up with google translate <3) so i think ‘night’ works well!

also, i went back to the event (shout out to the genshin wiki. genshin wiki my dearly beloved. if nobody got me i know the genshin wiki got me) and reviewed the dialogue from the other-fischl—who’s referred to as ‘immernacht fischl’ or ‘evernight fischl’ which is a useless fact but here—and have essentially gathered this:

‘fischl’ is a persona. we’re aware of this—or i assume everyone is? or was that info revealed in the event??—and know that her real name is amy. the event (summertime odyssey, part 3 for the dialogue i saw by the way if you wanna read it yourself) takes this a step further, but first i’ll quickly recap some fischl lore. i’ll put a ‘recap over’ if you know and don’t wanna read it.

so! as i said, ‘fischl’ as we know her is actually amy. fischl is a character from an obscure book series titled “Flowers for Princess Fischl.” now, this princess fischl is the one that rules over the immernachtreich, this princess fischl is the one with a soulbond with a raven familiar and an entire kingdom.

amy, as a child, read these books and was, expectedly, a massive fan. her parents played along, calling her ‘fischl’ and playing into the essentially very advanced roleplay. as she grew up, she kept with this persona, even as she—i assume, her lore was a bit vague—was bullied for this persona. but her parents didn’t really say anything, and were assumedly supportive.

however, on her 14th birthday, when she went to her parents for comfort after another round of bullying, they said that she needed to drop the act. she was incredibly upset by this, naturally, and went to the library to console herself with her favorite books. that night, she received both her vision and oz.

(and then they had dinner with her parents and oz complimented her parents’ beans which is hilarious as a sentence)

recap done!

now, the ‘immernacht fischl’ is essentially the actual fischl, not amy. she’s a manifestation of all of amy’s insecurities, in essence, and in the event oz actually switches sides because, to paraphrase, “isn’t she my master too?”

all of this to say that night, the personification of ein immernachtstraum, which is the outfit that the immernacht fischl wore, is essentially the real fischl that amy has based her entire identity off of.

to finally get to your point: you are 100% correct on everything. night is better for long range, and fischl in canon can see through oz’s eyes so i assume the same for night, so she’s better for reconnaissance and looking out for threats. her and red make for a powerful overload team, but she’s 1000% jealous of the attention you pay to him. she never gets such injuries because she’s significantly less tanky, has less combat experience most likely, and is long-range, but she feels like it might be worth it to have you dote on her.

her and fischl have significantly less animosity than red and diluc, but there’s a fairly large caveat. whereas red hates diluc for his choice of priorities (and for the hunt) and diluc hates red because 1) he fuckin growled at him when they first met what the fuck 2) red just isn’t a good guy to anybody but you, night and fischl have a more one sided sort of hate.

fischl hates night. she views herself as the real fischl, and oz doesn’t even recognize night as the (a?) princess! there’s something severely wrong here, and she hates it.

but night could not give less of a fuck about fischl. she does not care. she views her as a cheap copy, one not worth paying any mind to. why would she? she has everything, and fischl had to make up what she has. she has the real ozvaldo hrafnavins, she rules over the real immernachtreich, and she had all of them since the moment she was brought to life by you. she doesn’t need a vision to give her copies- psh, its an insult to imply she’d ever be jealous.

oh, and to clarify the point i made about her being an illusionist: in the event, fischl’s domain—it’s hard to explain, but each of the characters involved had their personal domain like based off of them—involved a lot of perspective tricks! so i figured night would be able to make illusions with electro, or be able to manipulate her surroundings in impossible ways via said perspective tricks. i’m thinking of her like holding a pebble up to her eye and with a flash of magic, suddenly it’s a boulder blocking off the hunters’ path! her and morax make for a team when trying to cut off the hunters, and her and barbatos can be clever together to get you out of sticky situations.

oh, but of course, since she is a princess, she has an incredibly strong sense of loyalty. her and oz are more than willing to lay down their lives for you—but then again, so are the others.

[aromanticasterisms]

i’m sorry for who i’m going to turn into once 2.8 comes out

[paimonial-rage]

what destiny has brought - fischl

synopsis: in which fischl gives a name she hasn’t used in a long time

ship: fischl x reader

notes: none

If Fischl had a Sommernachtgarten, a domain, of her own, she knew it would take the form of a library. Whenever the smell of old pages and ink met her nose, the anxiety in her heart subsided. The library had been her companion even before taking Oz as her familiar. It supported her when she wept and stayed by her side when she was alone. To her, it was home.

After arriving back from her trip to the Golden Apple Archipelago, she couldn’t help but feel a spring to her step. While she didn’t want to face her mirage at first, she left feeling anew. That day, she truly became the Prinzessin der Verurteilung. It made her want nothing more than to rush to her beloved library to read once more the book that it started it all, to reminisce on how far she came. So the first chance she received, she sent Oz on an errand and hurried to the home of her heart.

It didn’t take long to find it within the library. She knew the places of her favorite books by heart. With its deep violet spine and black adornments, it stood out amongst the other books on the shelf. So with joy in her heart, she made her way to its side only for it to be suddenly plucked out by another hand.

“Hey!”

You jumped as the sound of her voice caught you by surprise. But when you turned to see her, then her outfit, your expression went blank. Fischl felt her chest tighten ever so slightly. It wasn’t rare for her outfit to catch the eyes of others. Many found it strange and over the top, and she was positive your eyes would be soon telling her that too. Never did she expect a shy smile to find its way to your lips instead.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. I’ve just never seen such an amazing replica of Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort’s Dunkelnacht Sakrament before. Your outfit is phenomenal! Did you make it yourself? Did you use pictures or did you just go off of the descriptions in the book? I have to know!”

“Uh… I…”

As if finally catching yourself, you took a step back nervously with your arms up.

“Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? Flowers for Princess Fischl is my favorite book series. I’m a bit of a hardcore fan as you can see…” You began with an embarrassed smile.

“No… I… I just… never met anyone that recognized my outfit before. I really like Flowers for Princess Fischl too.”

The voice that left her was so different from normal. It was soft and hesitant, as if just peeking out at the world for the first time. But you didn’t notice. Instead, you perked up and hopped close.

“Really? Are there not many fans in Mondstadt? It’s an amazing series. It really deserves more fans, don’t you agree? What is your favorite part? My favorite scene is in the third volume when…”

As fast as her heart beat in her chest, her brain was blank. Could anyone blame her? She was so used to hearing unkind whispers and seeing judgmental eyes. Never once had someone shown such an excited interest in something she liked. Never once had she been so quickly praised by someone who knew nothing about her.

Her reverie was broken when you gave a sheepish laugh.

“I am weirding you out, aren’t I? Here, you wanted to read this, didn’t you? I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone now,” you let out apologetically as you handed her the novel.

Her breath caught in her throat. Were you going to leave? Did she completely ruin it with the first person who could possibly understand her? N-No, she didn’t want that!!

“No, don’t leave! I… I’m sorry.”

Her gaze glued itself to her feet. How pathetic. How quickly she was brought from her high back down to reality. She would never be more than–

“Would you like to chat about Princess Fischl together then? If you’re free, of course. I’d love to hear your favorite parts!”

You smiled a kind smile as your warm eyes crinkled at the corners. As if the sun just came out on a dreary day, the creeping darkess faded from her heart, and in its place, something small started to bloom. She gave a shy smile.

“Um… sure, I’d love to.”

You grinned in return. Before you could turn to a table to sit at, you gasped as a thought suddenly popped into your mind.

“By the way, my name is First. What’s your name?”

The answer she gave left her lips before it even took form in her mind.

“Amy.”

—

She learned much about you that day. You were not a citizen but a visitor to Mondstadt. You came with your father from Fontaine to learn more about the windmills that sat on the edges of the city. You mentioned with a wink that you already had an invention brewing in your mind. Once you nailed down the specifics, you would tell her all about it. She would be lying that grin of yours didn’t make her heart stutter.

You talked so naturally with her that it was as if you knew her for years. You cracked jokes and laughed with ease. Without even realizing, she found herself getting carried along by the melody of your tune. For the first time as… as Amy, she was happy.

But in the recesses of her heart, guilt pulled at her veins. Didn’t she just become Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort? Wasn’t her speech in the glorious Immernachtreich her declaration that she accepted who she truly was? She reclaimed her heart, didn’t she?

So why was she so quick to throw it away?

But that smile of yours and the warmth of your eyes chased away the negative thoughts from seizing hold. You made her feel it was okay that the quiet awkward Amy that everyone whispered about existed. Even though people called her weird and her interests embarrassing, she could still be Amy and there was nothing wrong with that.

So caught by your flow she was that one of the days she met you in the library, she brought her writings along with her. Never had she shown them to anyone before, but somehow she knew you wouldn’t let her down.

“I honestly feel like I’m reading Mr. Nine’s next installment in the series!” You exclaimed with a grin. “You write Fischl and Ozvaldo so naturally.”

She played with the straps of fabric that hung from her sleeve shyly.

“You really think so? I wasn’t sure about that part…”

You laughed.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, Amy! Would you mind if I took this with me tonight? I don’t think I’ll be able to finish it all here.”

She could barely stop herself from reeling back.

“Do you really like it that much?”

You rolled your eyes before glowering at her.

“Didn’t I just say that I don’t say things I don’t mean? Don’t doubt me. I really like this, Amy. In fact, if you’ve ever written anything else, I’d probably ask you to let me read them too!”

She felt her cheeks flush at your honest declaration. Really, she didn’t think her writings were that great…

“Have you?”

Her brow scrunched at your question.

“Have you ever written anything else?”

She flinched before waving her hands wildly in front of her.

“No, of course not! I don’t know what I’d even write about!”

Your shoulders dropped at her frantic confession.

“Well, I am telling you now that you should try. You have a wonderful writing style. You know Yae Publishing House in Inazuma often has light novel competitions. If you ever write one, you should send it in! But…” Your lips pulled back into a cheeky grin as you nudged arm her softly. “You’ll have to let me read it first. Promise me, okay?”

She sighed.

“Fine, I promise.”

—

Things seemed to be going too well for her. Out of all her friends, the person she showed the face of Amy to the most was Mona. But even the dear astrologist didn’t know Amy as well as you did. But that’s all you knew. You never met Fischl and she hoped the day would never come in which you would.

It was at times like this that she was thankful your work in Mondstadt kept you busy. When you weren’t in the library, you were off with your father studying the windmills. When night came, you went straight back to the inn to sleep your exhaustion away.

So when you ran into her in front of the Adventurers’ Guild, it was safe to say that her heart stopped. She would have been fine had she been alone, but Bennett was at her side.

She saw you before you saw her, but she didn’t have the chance to run before your eyes met hers. Immediately your face broke into a wide smile as you waved to her, but she couldn’t mirror your excitement. Even though she saw your lips move to the motion of her hidden name, she couldn’t hear a sound. It wasn’t long before your expression shifted to one of worry. As you took steps toward her, her urge to flee only grew.

“Fischl… Fischl? Someone’s trying to talk to you. They're calling you Amy for some reason.”

By this point, you were only a few yards away. Much to her despair, confusion flashed across your face.

“Well, of course. That’s her name, isn’t it?”

Bennett frowned.

“No, it’s Fischl. That’s what we’ve always called her.”

You took a step back hesitantly. And for the first time, you looked at her as if you didn’t know who she was. You looked at her as if–

She turned away.

She didn’t want to see more.

“My loyal servant, I shall bid you adieu. The echoing of the clock within mine Sommernachtgarten calleth me. Vagrant of Fontaine, thy time spent in my presence was indeed of a blessed partaking. Though our fates may not be twined with silver thread, I will always thank thee with the multitudes of gratitude within my heart. Good…”

Her voice cracked and suddenly she couldn't do it anymore.

She ran.

“Goodbye.”

—

She didn’t visit the library after that. Far from it, she fled. She knew your stay in Mondstadt was limited to a month, so she took commission after commission, quest after quest. The farther she was from Mondstadt, the farther she was from you, the better. Even as Oz pleaded with her to open her heart to him, she kept quiet.

Shame dragged her soul into the depths of self-hatred. What would Oz think of her if he found out she abandoned her title of Prinzessin so easily? And to tell you her real name as if she was ashamed of being Fischl. Was she implying she was rejecting him too? After all, she’d always send him on errands before coming to meet you. Was that a sign she was ashamed of him as well?

She wished nothing more than to go home, to her beloved library. Getting lost in books never failed to chase away her stresses and fears, but she knew you would be waiting there if she returned. Every time she stopped at the Adventurers’ Guild, Katheryne mentioned you asked for her yet again. But she memorized your schedule. Until you left, she knew which areas to avoid.

So when she arrived at the gates of Mondstadt early in the morning and saw you, her heart immediately stopped. There was a heavy bag upon your back and your comfortable shoes were traded for traveling boots. She wanted to laugh. It was just her luck to run into you the day you left. But if she backed away quietly enough, perhaps you would not notice–

“Mein Fräulein? Are you alright?”

Your eyes met hers and for that moment, you both simply stared at each other in shock. Fortunately for her, experience reigned her in faster than you. Before you could speak, she turn and ran. It wasn’t long before she heard the sound of your boots behind her.

“Wait! Please!!”

Though out of breath, your voice was tight with distress. You sounded like you were hurt, but why? Shouldn’t you be upset with her? And why were you so desperately chasing after her? Weren’t you supposed to be embarrassed for choosing to keep a loser like her company for so long? But before she could come to conclusions on her own, a voice broke through her thoughts.

“Please forgive your loyal servant for what he must do.”

Flying before her, he spread his wings to block her from continuing.

“Oz!? Just what are you–”

“You need to face your fears before it is too late, mein Fräulein.”

The sound of your heavy footsteps slowly came closer. You were moving much slower than from when she first started running. But with your heavy breathing and gasps for air, it was easy to tell why. She wished nothing more than to turn to see if you were alright, but her feet were frozen in place. She couldn’t focus on anything but the odd blur of her vision and the hiccuping that matched the rhythm of the breath stuttering in her chest.

So when something touched her wrist, she flinched almost violently. She heard a soft murmur of apology before she felt it turn her hand around gently and slip something inside. It was thin and soft. A piece of paper? Lifting it up, it was only after she tried and failed to read it that she decided to wipe at her eyes instead. Perhaps had she been paying more attention, she would have noticed that her hand came back wet, but the paper was more important.

“A-An address?”

The thickness of her voice and the sniffles that seemed to want to interrupt her at every turn caught her by surprise. Was she crying?

“It’s my address for when you send me your first manuscript.”

Her brain short-circuited. You weren’t going to– What in the world were you talking about?

“Yeah, you remember, right? For your first story. You promised me I’d be the first to read it. But I wouldn’t mind some letters too, you know.”

She was confused. Something wasn’t right here. Why were you acting as if she didn’t do anything wrong, like she didn’t lie to you and avoid you… like she wouldn't have been happiest had she never seen you again?

“I came up with a good story idea if you want to hear it.”

There was a playfulness to your voice. It was the tone that never failed to goad her into asking more. You knew she couldn’t help but give in and play along.

“O-Oh? And what is that?”

Her voice came out rough as she wiped her eyes. With all the despair she was feeling and wanted to feel, of course you had to pull her right out of it to match your tempo instead.

“I was thinking it could be about a girl, one that isn’t necessarily brave or outspoken like Princess Fischl. Instead, I imagine she’d be soft and quiet. She probably was hurt in the past, so I don’t think she’d have a high self-esteem either.”

She scoffed in between her slowly weakening sobs.

“Who would want to read anything about a girl like that?”

“Well that’s the thing!”

She could hear the smile in your voice.

“That’d only be the way she sees herself. What I think would be great for your story is to have her come to realize just how amazing of a person she is. Like how she’s sweet and imaginative. How she cares so much about the people around her. How adorable her smile is… Oh! Also how she can read a book and instantly find the most profound things in it! I think that’s a very important part to add in. Honestly, I think a girl like her would be just my type!”

She broke into a startled laugh.

“I think you have strange tastes.”

The darkness of her heart begged to refuse your words. It would be much easier to hide where no light could be seen. But somehow she couldn’t. Your kindness bloomed something beautiful within her chest. Though small, it couldn’t help but hope, no, believe your words could be true.

“I have a name for her too, you know.”

You were closer this time. Right behind her. When you took her hand, she finally looked at you. Some place inside her felt she should have felt surprised, but you were the same as always. Your eyes still brimmed with the warmth of the sun.

“And what is that?”

Then you smiled, that lovely smile of yours.

“Amy.”

[dandelion-wings]

1, 2, 14, 20, 28, 30 for Lisa !

My first impression of them

Pretty lady with tea and books. *_* Two of my favorite things!

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

Answered here! I guess beyond that, the training montage with her in the tutorial? They made all the tutorial characters very engaging.

14. Best storyline they had

Aside from her offscreen in the Golden Apple Archipelago event, which I am fond of--this lady who avoids too much work agreeing to take on all of Jean's and Kaeya's for the sake of Jean's beach vacation, along with helping with Jean's outfit for it in the first place--I love her character quest a lot. How chill she is about all of it, and the fact that she cared more about the Abyss Mage failing to check out the book properly than about them being an Abyss Mage, or whatever they were planning... it's great. :D

20. A weird headcanon

IDK about "weird" but I think that immediately after she had that "what will the price of this be?" revelation about Visions, she took hers off and put it away and deliberately chose not to use it. Didn't get rid of it wholesale because she suspected it might be usable against her in someone else's hands, but it spent a lot of time at the bottom of her luggage, no catalyst anywhere just in case, etc. Hence her ascension quotes implying that she's regaining a previous strength: not using it for all that time put her out of practice and potentially sapped her magic.

And then eventually she decided that it was useless, because she'd already accepted the Vision, and it still sparked for her when she did touch it, and so clearly the gift was considered permanently given and any price there would have to be paid regardless of what she did going forward. Which meant that there was no point in setting it aside permanently when she could use it to help the Knights, as long as she didn't come to rely upon it.

28. The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

Gave Bennett the shovel talk. He super did not need it, he quite possibly was not even thinking those kinds of thoughts about Razor and Fischl at the time, but she knew Fischl as a "good kid" from the library and of course Razor is her beloved student, and both of them kept mentioning this kid they knew and liked, and she kept hearing vague things around town about him being "dangerous to know...."

Anyway, she meant to do a little bit of flashy, harmless static to make a point, Bennett twitched in the wrong direction, and he fell down some stairs, and when she reached out to grab him and save him from the fall she accidentally electrocuted him. Once she found out about why, exactly, people called him dangerous to know, she was much warmer and more sympathetic.

30. The funniest scene they had?

Once again, that bit in Windblume where she and Jean are talking about her electrocuting people is top-tier for both of them. :D