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★ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓, mondstadt

last updated, 021924

BAIZHU. 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈.

──── "i've always been

healthy, took care of myself,

took care of others even, yet

my heart aches when i see you

with someone else." (ooc?)

BEIDOU. 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗈.

──── "i've always helpe

guide others, especially if they

board my ship, but for once,

i'd like for you to guide my heart."

GA-MING. 𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗈.

──── "something i look

for in a partner is how humble they

are. especially if they are grounded to

the earth, which makes everything so

much more beautiful to see a world

from someone who has a different view

than myself."

GANYU. 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗈.

──── "i don't really like her.."

HU TAO. 𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗈.

──── "i always like the feeling

i got when i seen people get spooked,

though when i think about you running

away from me, i can only frown."

KEQING. 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗈.

──── "her too 🧍‍♀️"

NINGGUANG. 𝗀𝖾𝗈.

──── "i was always busy, never having

much time for me, or for us. so the effort

you put into us, makes me love you more."

SHENHE. 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗈.

──── "..feelings are things i can't

completely comprehend, but your

slow process helps me learn more

and more everyday."

XIANYUN. 𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗈.

──── "one appreciates the

same perspective on knowledge,

your crave for it never ceasing."

XIAO. 𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗈.

──── "..you may be irritating from

time to time.. but i enjoy the moments

when you don't fear me and rush off.

although, i still want you to be safe, so

call out my name."

OO1. smau

YANFEI. 𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗈.

──── "to be made."

YELAN. 𝗁𝗒𝖽𝗋𝗈.

──── "to be made."

YUN JIN. 𝗀𝖾𝗈.

──── "to be made."

ZHONGLI. 𝗀𝖾𝗈.

──── "to be made."

[bigmantiddys]

synopsis: Scaramouche, a former boxer, is struggling to make ends meet when he finds out that his estranged kid, (name), has entered into the world of robotic boxing using their own custom-built robot.

Scaramouche: purple, Nahida:green

Warnings: Scaramouche as your dad. Cussing. Light angst? G!N reader. Based off the movie, "Real steal." Characters my not be cannon. Word count: 4.2k (I got a bit silly 🤭)

A/n: this is a Real Steal AU with no other that Scaramouche! This took me forever with no motivation.

In the near future, humans have grown so dependent on technology that boxing has become a strictly automated sport. All fights are now done using robotic sparring partners, which are controlled by the fighters from outside the ring. The sport has become so popular that it's now televised all over the world, and the best robotic boxers have become celebrities in their own right.

As you was walking with Nahida, who was a friend of your father's, you noticed that she was a unique individual. She seemed to have a special place in my father's heart, and you could easily imagine him speaking highly of her.

"I'm Nahida," she said with a warm smile as she greeted me. "I'm pretty sure your father told me about you. (Name) right?"

You immediately felt a connection to Nahida as she spoke your name, and you was excited to have the opportunity to spend time with someone who was close to my father. Her mention of his name brought a sense of comfort and familiarity, as though you was in good hands with her.

As you walked with Nahida, you noticed a large metal garage in the distance. It was almost like a warehouse, filled with scraps and pieces of metal scattered around. You couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder as you made your way towards it. When they drew closer, you couldn't help but ask, "What's with all the metal? I know my dad was in the fighting business for a while. Do you guys make robots? I didn't know you guys were into robot boxing!"

Nahida smiled kindly at your questions and replied, "Well, that's exactly what we do here. This is an underground robot fighting league. We create robots that are designed to fight each other for entertainment. It's much more popular than human boxing, and it's just as thrilling to watch and much safer for the fighters."

As Nahida and I approached the garage, the sound of punching and grunting grew louder, echoing through the space. The smell of metal and oil hung in the air, making me feel as though I was in a completely different world. When we finally arrived at the door, my excitement to see inside only grew stronger.

I reached for the door handle, eager to push it open and see inside. With a loud, creaky sound, it opened just enough for us to squeeze through. Once inside, my eyes scanned the room, taking in the sights and sounds of someone practicing with a punching bag. The sounds of chains rattling and punches landing echoed throughout the garage, creating a tense atmosphere that I couldn't help but find myself drawn to.

"Hey, scaramouche! We're here!" As Nahida let out a loud, echoing yell, the punching sounds came to a sudden halt in the large, empty garage. The voice of a man could be heard, calling out from what sounded like the other side of the space, "Hold on Nahida, I got to clean myself up!"

You and Nahida After walking through the large, empty garage, I began to investigate my surroundings, taking in the various sights and sounds. As I walked with Nahida, I spotted a large metal closet on the other side of the space. It was a huge, imposing structure with a sense of mystery about it.

Curious, I made my way towards it, my hand running along the metal surface as I walked. When I finally arrived, I began to search for the handle, hoping to see what was hidden away behind the doors.

Finally, you found the handle and gripped it tightly with both hands. With a heavy creak, the metal doors opened slowly, revealing a big, tall, blueish gray robot. My eyes widened with excitement at the sight, and I couldn't wait to explore further.

"Wow." You whispered to yourself, Moving closer to the robot, you ran your hands along its metal surface, feeling the cold, smooth texture of the metal under your fingertips. As you explored the robotic body, you couldn't help laugh how it was kinds ugly. It's face was a bit missed placed and it's eyes where two different sizes.

As you were carefully exploring the metallic body of the robotic figure, you became lost in thought, your mind drifting to a place of sheer wonder. Suddenly, you were snapped out of your musing by a loud, ominous gear-grinding sound, and you looked up in time to see the robot coming to life.

As the robot turned on and began to move towards you at a fast pace, you let out a shrill scream and stumbled backwards, your legs failing to find purchase on the slick floor. You fell hard, landing on your back with a loud crunch, your breath knocked out of you by the impact.

The robot continued to move, its metallic feet striking the floor with a heavy thump as it advanced. As it drew nearer, you could see that the robot's face had taken on a menacing, almost sentient appearance, its eyes glowing with a red light that seemed to pierce the very depths of your soul.

You were still recovering from your fall, your body shaking with fear, when you heard a deep, hearty laugh. Turning towards the source of the noise, you saw a short, pale-ish man with a peculiar appearance. He had indigo hair that covered his ears, and his eyes were rimmed with bold red eyeliner.

You looked on in shock as the strange man stood next to Nahida, both of them shaking their heads and apparently trying not to laugh. The man saw your distress and put a hand on your shoulder, his touch oddly reassuring. "It's okay, kid. It was just a joke," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I didn't mean to scare you."

As you stood there, trying to process what had just happened, you noticed Nahida had gone straight into mom mode, wagging her finger at the man and telling him off. "Don't you lie to me, Scaramouche. I know you did it on purpose!" she declared.

Scaramouche, who had been standing there with a somewhat sheepish expression on his face, looked up at Nahida and sighed. "Okay, okay, you got me," he said with a mischievous grin. "I couldn't resist messing with you a little bit."

You couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight of Nahida and Scaramouche bantering back and forth, and you started to feel a little more at ease. You turned to Scaramouche and thanked him for the laugh, even though it did almost give you a full-on heart attack.

"No problem, kid," Scaramouche said with a wink. "I'm always here for a good time. And if you ever need any help getting over that scare, just let me know. I've got some tricks up my sleeve that could help."

You stood up off the ground and brushed off your clothes. You then held you hand out to Scaramouche. "It's good to finally see you dad Given that you never took the time to come see me." You said sharply.

Scaramouche looked surprised by your words, but he took your hand and shook it firmly. "I'm sorry. I know I've been distant, but I promise things will be different now,"

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment at his words, the memories of his absence and neglect coming back to you. You pulled your hand away from his and stepped back, the anger clear in your voice.

"It's not just that, Dad," you said sharply. "You've never been there for me, not when I needed you the most. All you've ever done is leave me alone to figure things out for myself. It's like you don't even care."

You swiftly brushed off the topic as you didn't come all the way here to yell at your dad. You were sent by your mother and stepfather because you had gotten into some trouble and they wanted you to be sent to your dad for him to deal with you. It wasn't the way you had planned to meet your father, but you were determined to make the most of the situation nonetheless.

You turned to Scaramouche and asked, "So, this robot, what's his name? Won any matches?" Scaramouche shook his head and replied, "Wouldn't you like to know, dork. His name is Ambush, and no, he hasn't been in combat yet."

You looked up at your dad and rolled your eyes. "He looks like a piece of shit. He's all rusted up, dad," you said, your tone showing your impatience with the whole situation.

Scaramouche bristled at your words, his expression hardening. "Ambush is a work in progress, and he will be fully restored in time."

You glared at your dad, but knew better than to push your luck. "Fine," you said, crossing your arms again. "But if he's so great, then why haven't you put him in combat yet?"

Scaramouche sighed, clearly annoyed by your attitude. "Because he's still a prototype, and I want to make sure he's ready before I put him in harm's way. Is that clear?"

Scaramouche shook his head, clearly frustrated by your attitude. "I didn't ask you to like him," he said. "I just want you to show some respect."

You rolled your eyes but didn't say anything more, realizing that your dad was not going to waver from his stance. You watched Ambush carefully, still not fully trusting of the robot, but decided to reserve your judgment until you saw him in action.

You turned to Scaramouche and asked him, "Hey, how are Ambush's controls? Does he know the commands?"

Scaramouche nodded his head, and as he did, you could see the pride and enthusiasm in his eyes. "Yeah, he knows some. But he doesn't have shadow mode yet. We're still working on that."

You couldn't help but feel disappointed that Ambush didn't have shadow mode yet, but you weren't surprised, given his rusty appearance. Despite your reservations, you were still curious to see what he was capable of. As Scaramouche walked over to a desk with tools and a headset, you followed him, eager to see what he had in mind.

You were eager to see Ambush in action and asked Scaramouche if he could show you some of the commands. He nodded, and together, the two of you walked over to Ambush.

You were eager to see Ambush in action and asked Scaramouche if he could show you some of the commands. He nodded, and together, the two of you walked over to Ambush.

Scaramouche put on the headset and said loudly, "Right-hook uppercut!" You watched in amazement as Ambush responded to the command, first throwing a quick jab, followed by an uppercut that was so powerful it sent a wave of dust and dirt flying from the floor.

"Hmm, not bad, dad," you said with a tone that sounded slightly impressed. Scaramouche felt a wave of pride wash over him as you spoke, and he couldn't help but beam with excitement. "You know, I'm just good like that," he said with a grin, his ego clearly inflated.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his cocky attitude, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for the skills he'd displayed. You were impressed by the fact that he was able to bring Ambush to life and had created something so impressive, even if it was just a prototype. "Well, that's cool. I've been planning on making my own," you said, crossing your arms and trying to show off. Scaramouche looked down at you and put his hands on his hips, his cocky grin clearly showing. "Well, that's cool. How come you haven't yet?"

You immediately felt defensive and a little bit embarrassed. "Well, I don't necessarily need to have tools or money to make one. And my mom won't let me," you admitted, sheepishly.

Scaramouche let out a chuckle as you glared up at him, and you felt a little bit annoyed. "What's so funny?" you asked him, crossing your arms.

He just rolled his eyes at you in response. "Your mom never was into this kind of stuff, you know? She always thought it was a waste of time," he said.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his words. "Really? She always told me that you were always blowing your money on boxing."

Scaramouche's face shifted from amusement to annoyance, and you could see it in his eyes. "Let's talk about anything else other than me and your mother," he said with a demanding voice.

You couldn't help but feel a little bit curious about why he was getting upset and decided to walk closer to him. "Why? Is she right? Did you only care about fighting and the robots?" you asked him, wondering what had caused the sudden shift in his mood.

Scaramouche walked over to you and got close to your face, his eyes glaring. "Listen, kid," he snapped at you. "I'm not talking about this anymore. If you have a grudge, it's not my problem. It's your own fault that you were sent here for your own stupidity," he said, his voice dripping with anger.

You felt your heart quicken as you saw the rage in his eyes, and you took a small step backwards, trying to put some distance between the two of you. You weren't sure what had caused this sudden turn in his mood, but you knew that it wasn't a good sign.

You rolled your eyes at Scaramouche's words, feeling your anger rising within you. You wanted to reply back to him, to tell him how you really felt, but you knew that it would only make the situation worse. So instead, you just pulled away and said, "Fine, I'll shut up."

As you walked away, you felt Nahida step in and take your hand, offering to show you where you were going to sleep. You were grateful for her kindness and her willingness to help, and you gladly accepted her offer.

You and Nahida walked off together, leaving scaramouche behind. You felt your shoulders relax a little bit, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

Nahida put her hand on your back and led you out of the garage to a staircase, saying, "Just up the stairs and the 2nd door to the left. If you need anything just let me know alright?" You felt grateful for her kindness and nodded your head,

Nahida watched you walk up the stairs to your room, making sure that you were safely inside before turning to talk to Scaramouche. She lifted herself onto the side of the trailer and sat down next to him, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"So," she said, her voice soft and low. "How are things between you and (name)?"Scaramouche didn't look at her, instead his focus remained on the headset in his hand. "Things are fine," he said bluntly.

Nahida raised an eyebrow. "Fine?" she asked, a note of skepticism in her voice. "That isn't what I saw."

Scaramouche let out a heavy sigh. "It doesn't Matter," he said. "Besides, I'm not here to talk about my relationship with my kid."

Nahida didn't back down, but she felt a sense of respect for him. "Okay, then what's on your mind?"He took a deep breath and sighed heavily.

"Things with my kid, just aren't going the way I had hoped. They've got a lot of anger and grudges that they aren't willing to let go of. And that means that we're not going to be able to work well as a team."

"The kid is going to learn one way or another to shut up.” Nahida listened carefully to Scaramouche's words, her mind racing as she tried to come up with the right response. She couldn't deny that there was some truth in what he had said, but she also knew that there was more to the story.

"You may be right, Scaramouche," she said thoughtfully. "But you have to remember that (name) hasn't had a dad to teach them the things they need to know. They've been stuck in the city with their mom and step-dad, and that can't have been easy for them."

Nahida knew that Scaramouche had his own struggles, and she didn't want to invalidate his feelings or experiences. But she also knew that he had a responsibility to his child, and she wanted to make sure that he understood that.

"I know it's not easy," Nahida continued. "But as the adult in this situation, it's up to you to set an example for (name). That means being patient, understanding, and supportive, even when it's difficult.

Scaramouche let out a heavy sigh, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over him. "Fine," he said, looking up at Nahida.

Nahida smiled back at him, a warm and caring smile that made his heart swell. "Now that's the Scaramouche I know. You've got this."

Nahida nodded, feeling happy to see him making progress. "I think that's a great idea. And don't forget to let them know that you love them, too. That's the most important thing."

Scaramouche signs and rests his head in his grease stained hands. “Ah, you're right Nahida.” Without missing a beat, Nahida jumps off the trailer with grace and lands softly back on the ground. "I know!" she says, giving Scaramouche a big smile.

He looks up at her, his expression a mix of frustration and amusement. "You don't have to rub it in," he says, rolling his eyes.

Nahida laughs, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. "I can't help it if I'm always right," she says, her voice full of playful sass.

Scaramouche shakes his head, but he can't help the small smirk that lifts the corners of his lips. Nahida's sense of humor always manages to catch him off guard, and he finds himself enjoying the banter more than he'd care to admit.

With a shrug, he turns back to his headset, but not before casting a last glance at Nahida as she takes her leave.

With a heavy sigh, you make your way to your room, the familiar weight of your small bags weighing down on your shoulders. You push open the door with a gentle creak, careful to keep the noise to a minimum. As you step inside, you're immediately struck by the stark contrast to the busy bustle of the outside world. The room is barren, save for a small bed, plain white walls, and a single window.

"Well, this is something," you whisper to yourself as you step inside, taking in the blankness of the space. "At least I've got a roof over my head," you add, trying to remain positive.

You set your small bags down on the floor, careful not to make too much noise. The room is already quiet, and you don't want to disturb anyone. As you take a seat on the bed, you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You had hoped for something a little more cozy and personalized, but you'll take what you can get for now.

You sit there for a few moments, taking in the silence and the emptiness of the room. It's not what you were expecting, but it's all you have for now. You'll just have to make the most of it and hope that things improve in the future.

You stand up and walk over to the small desk, taking in the few personal items that have been left behind. On the desk, there's a small collection of photos and mementos. Among them, there's a picture of you as a baby, snuggled cozy in your mother's arms. Another photo catches your eye- it's of your mom and dad together, smiling at the camera.

As you look through the pictures, you start to feel a twinge of emptiness in your chest. You're not used to having so little to distract you from your thoughts, and the pictures only seem to magnify your feelings of loneliness.

Among the photos, you spot a picture of you and your dad playing boxing. You recognize it fondly, remembering the playful banter and punches that you and your dad used to exchange. You pick up the picture and hold it close, reliving the moment in your mind.

As you stare at the photo, a small smile creeps across your face.

You remember throwing a few gentle punches at his cheek, and he would dramatically fall to the ground, pretending to be knocked out. You can't help but smile at the memory, laughing a little at the comicalness of it all.

Your dad was always so sweet like that, always finding ways to bring joy to those around him. He was such a loving and caring father, always there when you needed him the most. You miss him dearly, and the thought of never being able to hold him or speak to him again brings tears to your eyes.

The memory of that day when you were sick and your mom spinning you around, chanting that you were the champion, makes you feel comforted and loved. You can't help but smile as you think about that moment, your mom's words of encouragement filling your heart with happiness. It was a time of joy and love, and it's a memory that you'll always cherish.

As the knock on the door breaks your train of thought, your heart races a bit. You hurry to put the picture back on the deck and shuffle back to the bed, wondering who could be knocking on the door.

You clear your throat and take a deep breath, preparing yourself. “Come in!” you shout, your voice a little shaky.

As the door creaks open and Nahida enters the room, your heart skips a beat. You try to play it cool, but you can't help but feel a sense of excitement. Nahida's presence is like a breath of fresh air, and you can't help but feel drawn to her.

She sits down beside you on the bed, her warm smile and kind eyes making you feel instantly at ease. "Ahh, I'm fine," you reply with a light-hearted tone. "The old man should be the one to worry about."

Nahids chuckles at your joke, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know you're doing great, (name)." she says with a reassuring smile. "You're a strong person, and you'll get through this."

As you ask Nahida why your father didn't come for you, your voice shakes with emotion and despair. The tears you try to hold back finally release, and you feel relieved to let the tears flow.

Nahida looks at you with concern, but she knows not to interrupt your flow of emotions. Instead, she sits beside you, waiting for you to finish.

As you talk about how your mom took you back to the city, you can't help but wonder why your father never came for you. You feel angry, confused and hurt, and Nahida can see it on your face.

She reaches out to hold your hand, and you feel the warmth of her touch soothing your troubled mind. "I don't know why he didn't come for you," she says softly, her voice calming and comforting. "But I know he loves you, (name). And I know you're strong enough to make it through this."

As Nahida rubs your back, you feel a sense of comfort and warmth. The familiar feeling of her touch is reassuring and comforting, and you feel grateful to have a friend like her by your side.

She sighs and continues, "Your dad fought over your custody hard, but your mom just won. He tried everything to get to be near you, but it just wasn't able to happen."

"Yeah, I'm sure it wasn't because he spent all this time working on robots that are junk," you snap, your voice filled with anger and bitterness.

Nahida nods and looks at you with sympathy. She knows how painful it is to feel abandoned and betrayed by a parent, and she can understand the frustration and anger you must be feeling. She continues to rub your back, hoping to provide some small comfort in the midst of your pain.

“I could make better robots than him.” Your comment about how you could make better robots than your dad makes Nahida hold back a giggle, and you know it's only a matter of time before she cracks. You're used to her sense of humor and the way she can always make you laugh even in the toughest of times.

"If your dad hears you talking like this about Ambush, he might just have to fight you," she jokes, and you can't help but smile. You know your dad is extremely passionate about his robots, but the truth is that he's just not very good at making them. He spends hours working on them, but they always end up breaking down or malfunctioning in one way or another. You can't help but feel a little frustrated, knowing that he could be doing so much more with his time and energy.

Should I continue this? Please help me 💀🙏

[bbgthoma]

— DAY 17 ; KNIFE KINK tomo x kazuha x male!reader

cw. knife kink, initials carving, blowjob, anal sex, threesome, cursing, gay shaming

word count. 687

a/n. i was supposed to make this a tomo fic but my tomozuha shipper heart made me make it a tomozuha x reader fic

KINK/FLUFFTOBER

tomo and you never got along, never. so whoever had the idea of inviting you both in a party was definitely out of there mind. you already fought a lot in general, now imagine getting into a drunk argument, that had to be a terrible mess.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT. EVERYONE KNOWS YOU ARE GAY AND AT LEAST KISSED KAZUHA ONCE” you yelled off. “WHAT IF I AM? WHAT IF I DID? WHAT’S THE PROBLEM WITH IT HUH? I’LL KISS HIM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE TO PROVE IT IF YOU DON’T BELIVE ME” he yelled back making kazuha’s eyes widened. “w-what?!?” he asked completely flustered.

“YOU HEARD ME” tomo said refusing to change his tone. he then turns his head and looks at you yelling “SO WHAT NOW?! YOU’RE GONNA ACT HOMOPHOBIC AND CALL ME THE F SLUR?” as you roll your eyes. “it’s no fun if you admit it..” you grumbled annoyed. “SAY WHAT YOU’RE SAYING LOUDER YOU PUSSY” he said as he grabbed you by your collar.

“HEY LET GO OF ME YOU GAY SHIT” you screamed trying to back off. before you even could, tomo punches you. “I HAVE A NAME YOU DICKHEAD” he scoffs annoyed. “WELL YOUR NAME IS GAY SHIT FROM NOW ON” you yell back. “YOU’RE CALLING ME GAY BUT I KNOW DAMN WELL YOU WANNA SUCK MY COCK” he said as you punched him. you jumped on him and stared beating you up.

“HEY STOP!” kazuha said as he tried to back you off from tomo. but then suddenly, childe came, the one who made this party. “he grabbed both kazuha and tomo and said “you two get the fuck out of here” as he dropped them far away from you. “HEY I WASN’T DONE BEATING HIM UP” you complained. “you can fight me off later, don’t make this party into a mess”

you rolled your eyes and walked out of the house along with tomo. kazuha followed you behind making sure you don’t harm tomo. “(y/n) please! don’t hurt him! i’ll do anything, just don’t hurt him” kazuha begged as he stood in front of tomo. “anything?” you asked. “anything” he replied nodding. “then let’s have a threesome” you said with a smirk on the face.

“just a second ago you were gay shaming me” tomo scoffed amused. “would you rather me slicing off your throat?” you asked pulling out a knife putting it on his neck. “that sounds hot” tomo says biting his lower lip. “knife kink huh?” you asked amused. “maybe” he replied innocently.

TIME SKIP

“tomo you’re drunk, you’re sure you want (y/n) to carve their initials on you?” kazuha asked worriedly. “you shut up and keep sucking” you growled at kazuha. kazuha was on his knees in front of tomo, sucking him off while you were fucking tomo in this ass. “yes i want (y/n) to carve his initials on me”

you smirked and pointing the knife on tomo’s back, the closest to his ass. you then started writing your initials while biting your lower lip. tomo groaned on a heavy breathe as tears started feeling up his eyes. “shhh, it’s alright” you comforted the whiny man.

kazuha worriedly look up at him. getting fucked in the ass, at the same time than getting sucked off and at the same time as getting used a knife on? that must hurt as fuck. nevertheless, he kept sucking him off until he cums. “already cumming?” you asked amused. “you’re so sensitive tomo” you whispered in his ear. “are you done yet?” he whined again. “no, i’m writing my last name’s initial now” you replied with an innocent smile.

“i want you to keep fucking me in the ass” tomo complained. i can’t for now, it’s hard to write like that, i will do it after though. just handle my dick in you for now” you replied calmly. “you two were just arguing like idiots over each other being gay an hour ago and now it’s obvious who’re gay for” kazuha mumbled. “shut up wind boy” you scoffed rolling your eyes.

[asoulsreverie]

Helloooo I'm making enamel pins huhu

[aceofsweets]

Thought I had as I am doing a practical exam (VERY OLD THOUGHT LOL) {🔑}

"Okay okay listen listen, I don't play Genshin and I probably never will given the storage needed for that game, but it's just, Reverse Isekai! Genshin Impact characters getting isekaid to the modern world and the person (you, aka the reader) they got stuck with is either a college student or highschool student who is dumped with a bunch of activities and are on the brink of breaking down because of so much to do

Now your favorite Genshin Impact character is trying to comfort you and they try their best to understand your stress, since having a lot of activities can be really really stressful.

Not going into too much depth but I did feel stressed out when this period of time happened so for anyone who wants to brainrot about this can go ahead."

[leamarth]

Hi!!💞

[binglio]

一 “conexão flamejante”, pedido por indarias ;; projeto imaginesland ‹ 𝒏.𝟐𝟒𝟏 ;; 𝟶𝟻.𝟶𝟽.𝟸𝟸 › ‹ 𝒄𝒓. 𝟷 & 𝟸 ›

Uma das capas mais desafiadoras e gostosas que eu já fiz. O pedido era fazer uma capa estilo poster punk/rock e já não bastasse isso, não tinha imagens de qualidade do Chongyun na bateria. Fiz inspirada nesse poster, “Punk Ramen Poster” por Goblinko!

[swordmaid]

this is how ittosara can still win!!!!!!!

[paimonial-rage]

I didn't play Genshin during Xinyan's first event, but I gotta say I really adore her as a character. And her interactions with Kazuha are really cute. Like that line of dialogue where she tells Kazuha to hit her, but he says to hit him instead, and she's like, "But that'll really hurt... ono" is adorable. She really has that heart of gold feel to her. Almost like Yoimiya but softer and not as in your face. More at a respectable distance. I kinda want to do headcanons for her someday even though I know she isn't a very popular character. She's just really growing on me during this event.

The relationship between Mona and Fischl are great too. How Mona may fuss, but she ultimately indulges in Fischl. It's so endearing. Both her and Xinyan give off older sister vibes.

[canislupus-13]

So. I guess I'm a Xiao main on my America account now? Long story short yesterday I went to pull 4 times on that account. I got nothing on the first two pulls. Then I got Diluc and was happy my next 5* was a guaranteed focus.

... The last pull was Xiao.

And I just wanted Yanfei cause she's my Main.

That account is like AR 9 so I guess it's time to speed run the story quests and stuff. But gathering those flowers for him without Yanfei will be a pain. (My main account is AR 51 btw. It's just... a Europe account)

But uhh any Advice?

[lustylcve]

★ — 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, genshin impact.

last updated, 021924

MONDSTADT. 𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗈.

──── "to be free meant

something had to be given

as an exchange."

LIYUE. 𝗀𝖾𝗈.

──── "a contract could

never make me love you. and

that is because i already do."

INAZUMA. 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗈.

──── "fear might have struck

me like lightning strikes the ground,

but i will never fear what i love."

SUMERU. 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈.

──── "knowledge might

be a blessing, but knowing,

and allowed to love you is so

much better."

FONTAINE. 𝗁𝗒𝖽𝗋𝗈.

──── "if i allow you to

judge my heart, will you

love it like i hope you will?"

NATLAN. 𝗉𝗒𝗋𝗈.

──── "to be made."

SNEZHNAYA. 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗈.

──── "to be made."

[grey-march]

Finally caves and makes a Fatui oc.

[fvkvrodani]

it seems to me that layla is wearing something similar to what the arab women in the arabian peninsula used to wear on their heads, on top of that the accessories (especially the gold "crown" & the big bracelets) are worn by arab women in the peninsula.

these are from ksa.

now i may be very wrong, it might be just a regular hood over her head & i might even be reaching here out of desperation to make her outfit make sense to me... but idk it just seems weird to me that for all their wrongs w sumeru's designs, hyv would go for a european story as inspiration—its just weird so idt thats necessarily what layla is based off of here.

our traditional headpieces have a multitude of designs, even in the same nation.

we also wore anklets & big bracelets. layla's bracelets are clearly more... embellished to tie her to the starry theme she has going on, but they are still what we have worn back in the day.

i couldnt find anything about the 3 rings on layla's fingers or the gold choker but i did find this jewelry, which looks similar to layla's—i say "similar" because there is not a lot of connected gold pieces like what the arab women wore back then.

(its the closest i can find.)

i, unfortunately, cant really make sense of the rest of her clothes but these are what i found through searching about the jewelry from from ksa & rest of the gulf countries. other arabs are free to correct me if im wrong bc idk much abt the jewelry from the gulf countries.

also if layla's inspiration did turn out to be from the arab version of red riding hood, that doesnt change the fact that shes very much an arab character. her jewelry & the cloth on her head speak for themselves

[aceofsweets]

- SCENARIO !

CW: Poorly Written Slight Angst / Implied Immortal x Mortal / Brief Mentions of Death

Note: No Mention of Reader's Gender, Can Be Interpreted as Platonic or Romantic, No Mentioned Character, No Proofread, It's 11 PM

" it's ethereal. the moments you two spend together is as fragile as a snowflake. during the snowy nights do you two stay bundled up in the blankets. looking out the window to see the beautiful starry night above you both. you want to stay like this forever. it's almost like the moment was frozen in time.

they sway to the music of the record player. they dance under the moonlight. under the stars. as if they were performing for the night sky. it's silent. you can hear the footsteps of an ant. they've done this for many many years just for you. just to hear your giggles and laughs.

but will they ever hear the sound of your sweet voice again?"

[mommalosthermind]

Why does my silly game keep trying to force me to play with Strangers. Let me co-op with people of my choosing. Let me solo things. I cannot stand this random matching nonsense. ….but also: rewards. Gonna go give my partner cow eyes until he does it for me lmao