#Mora rambles real

[yours-truely-xd]

HELP,?

[inanthesis]

It’s geo grandpa day!! This remains my favorite line of his in the entire game because the delivery was so hilarious i could never forget it.

I love this old bourgeois parasite with my whole heart and soul.

[obsessivelullabies]

⎯ pervert arataki itto.

pairing : arataki itto x fem!reader.

tags : smut, arataki itto x reader, itto x reader, pervert itto, genshin x reader, genshin impact.

warnings : stalking, smut, 18+, yandere behavior.

authors note : unedited, short.

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⎯⎯ you were a simple woman. you resided in inazuma. if there was anything to say about you, it would be that you enjoyed peace and quiet. you didn't like anything to be big, flashy or troublesome. you can still remember the day you met itto.

⎯⎯ you were indulging in some ramen from a street vendor, as you handed over your mora, you heard a deafening cry of chaos. a massive oni announcing himself as he strolled down the street.

⎯⎯ to make a long, dragged on story short of poor haggling and pleading, you ended up buying this oni his own bowl of ramen. to your own dismay, as you tried to leave, you were followed.

"hey! heyyy!" the oni repeated as you tried your best to quicken your pace in a poor attempt to be away from him.

you sighed, trying your best to keep your manners, "hello." you greeted him flatly, giving him a weak smile.

the oni strode beside you, a wide grin on his face as he held the bowl of ramen in his hand. "i've never seen you here before. who are you?"

as you opened your mouth to give him a short introduction, he cut you off. "name's arataki itto, you probably know who i am." itto hooted, "the leader of the famous arataki gang!" he boasted.

"..never heard of it." you mumbled, keeping a quick pace, lest he try to recruit you into his weird street gang.

⎯⎯ itto's jaw practically dropped. your small interjection caused him to begin a series of ramblings about him, his gang, what his gang did. you didn't pay attention to most of it.

⎯⎯ itto felt immediately drawn to you. you were so sweet to him, buying him ramen, giving him a cute smile and listening to his yapping. from the first day you met, itto vowed to stay by your side, to protect the kind young woman who had done such a thoughtful small gesture for him.

⎯⎯ and that's exactly what he did. he followed you around, observed you, made sure you steered clear of danger. he thought of it as bonding. bonding without your knowledge or consent.

⎯⎯ from what you knew, you ran into itto every so often. you two would chat casually about nothing in particular. you even invited him over for tea.

itto rushed out of your quiet home, right after he finished a small chat alongside tea with you.

he had a treasured possession stuffed into his pants. a pair of your delicate, lacy panties.

itto practically bolted towards a discreet alley, clutching your panties in his hand. he stared at them in contemplation. his granny raised his to respect women. to not be gross or lewd.

that was all thrown out the window when he caught a whiff of your essence.

almost instantly, his large hand was down his pants, teasing his leaking cock as he stroked himself. his other hand held your panties up to his nose, he buried his face into your scent.

a part of him felt gross, but the other part could only think about how your walls would feel squeezed around him, milking his balls.

he thought about how good he’d fuck you, how your perky tits would bounce as he claimed you over and over again.

itto’s mind was consumed with the thought. he’d breed you, stuff your gorgeous cunt with his babies, make you feel so good.

itto came hard, his cum staining the inside of his pants. he groaned, panting as he envisioned your gorgeous body and your pretty smile.

he knew he had to make his fantasy real. he had to have you.

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[tiredphilosophist]

my roman empire

⟡ my roman empire is zhongli and childe.

i would like to think it's not all about mora for zhongli. he's a lonely, old man who has lived for several millennia, losing his one love many years ago to the vicious grasp of a war. he yearns to fall softly into the palms of mortal ethos; he wants to love again, reminisce again. he wants to experience the beautiful thing it is to live and to die. ⟡ then, ajax surprisingly and suddenly comes into his life. characterised by a cocky and silly attitude, childe's wit and charm pulls zhongli's attention in a whirlwind of unexpected feelings. he suddenly finds himself indulged within this little bundle of mischief and life- and god, it makes him feel alive. he relishes within childe's irresistible bright spirits and insatiable courage and grit. it was like bathing in sunlight after an age of dull, quiet times. ⋆｡𖦹° tartaglia, on the other hand; you'd assume he gets a little annoyed at zhongli's horrible spending habits and tantalising stories, whipping out his wallet every time they went shopping together at the markets. although, his countless tales and overflowing knowledge amused him greatly. (and seeing zhongli's eyes light up at the smallest of trinkets, from an average cor lapis to a new feather pen; it made it all worth it.) ⟡ in all honesty though, childe really did enjoy it. he loved to sit with his cheek in his palm, listening to zhongli ramble on about countless old legends and memories, the history of his nation, his poetic craft of stringing liyue's history into a painting within one's head... the food growing cold upon the table- but oh, who cares? zhongli looked so peaceful and happy whenever he talked about the past, his eyes glazed over in this pretty reminiscence- even if his dinner had barely been touched. besides, it's not like childe couldn't afford to purchase all the hot meals in the world to keep the time passing... ⟡ with his brutal past behind him, zhongli felt that childe's cocky personality was just a front. when they were alone, he would notice childe gazing longingly at the flowered fields and toppled mountains of liyue, its bubbling brooks and ponds, dappled within spots of hazy, afternoon light. "this peacefulness," he would say quietly to zhongli, who would walk beside him. "it reminds me of home; schneznaya." zhongli would smile then, and reach out to hold his hand. he understood the pains of homesickness; for a time and place that no longer was. ⋆｡𖦹° ⟡ tartaglia, misunderstood from birth and thrown into the brutalities of the abyss by mistake; he had always felt like the only real thing that fed his insatiable hunger for bloodshed and victory was fighting. more and more fighting, and killing, and battles, and war. although, there lied a real war within his heart and mind; one where he felt conflicted between peace and ignorance. he often wondered if continuing this tiring life of chasing that high that could only be fulfilled with a fiesty battle and a few wounds was worth it- wondered if he really did simply have no other worth, but to be an asset of war, loyal to the tsaritsa. but he found that zhongli changed this; his unbridled knowledge, his effortless patience and wisdom and timeless company... he found himself letting go around the man; feeling so at ease and safe, too. like he could finally stop fighting, even if for a moment. maybe there really was something more to live for. ⋆｡𖦹° tl;dr: childe and zhongli is that one trope where one feels they are too hard to love or undeserving of love, but the other loves them as easily as it is to breathe. i'll let you decide who is who...! thanks for reading if you did. this is my first post; i have no idea how tumblr works, but i wanna use this platform as a place to dump all my silly headcannons and stories of my favourite silly goofy ficitional characters. ⟢

[fatuismooches]

Omg I just found your blog!! Finally a blog that write fluff fluff for the Harbingers aaaa and you write poly too!! May I request headcanons for a poly Pantalone and Tartaglia, please? Like how are their routines, they probably stay more in Liyue I think...

Anyway, if you don't want to it's okay!!

Good luck with your blog! <3

♡ 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 ♡

synopsis: Being in a fluffy poly relationship with the Eleventh and Ninth Harbingers is honestly quite sweet. Prepare for lots of pampering!

includes: pantalone + childe w/ gn! reader

notes: No thought but tall, doting men <3. Apologies if this isn't that long/good, I really wasn't sure how they'd interact with each other but I hope you enjoy this! (Also side note, does anyone wonder what the Harbingers' real names will be? I do. Every day.)

A relationship that no one saw coming. The battle-loving one, the money-obsessed one, and then there’s you. Childe and Pantalone didn’t really talk much unless it was for Liyue mission-related stuff or needed funds until you came into the picture. They don’t hate each other, but they don’t exactly love each other either, but they’re willing to compromise for you. Actually, I think this is a good pair. Childe and Pantalone both know how to be romantic. They both like to dote on you and take care of you as best as they can. They want you to eat the best food, the nicest clothing, the most expensive gifts, and the fluffiest blankets. They will give you the world regardless of anything and will make their love known. Due to this like-mindedness, they’re very good to you and there are not too many fights unless it’s over your attention.

In his voice lines, Childe says he doesn’t understand anything when Pantalone talks about his theories. I don’t know what these theories are but I think it would be funny if Pantalone is affectionately rambling on about his predictions on the economy and inflation to you and Childe is just like… what is he talking about? (And then Pantalone subtly insults his intelligence, which results in you holding Childe back from fighting him, all while Pantalone smiles.) I also think that Childe has a tendency to splurge Mora on you which results in Pantalone’s terror. (But it’s ok if Pantalone spoils you, he’s allowed to spend as much money as he wants. Teaching you and Childe how to manage money are dates now, I guess?)

I think Pantalone is mostly stationed in Snezhnaya since he has to control the Mora flow from there, but he likes to go to Liyue and Mondstadt too. You, Childe, and Pantalone are menaces to Liyue, after everything these two Harbingers did there. The citizens aren’t the fondest of them, but business owners can’t say anything since both of them are always generously renting out the most expensive Liyue restaurants (Xinyue Kiosk, Liuli Pavilion) just for you. And if anyone declines them, they aren’t above using some more… diplomatic forcefulness. Also, the Northland Bank employees trying not to cry out of fear when two Harbingers are repeatedly occupying the bank.

Trips to the Grand Goth Hotel in Mondstadt (the one where Pantalone rented out.) Childe is the kind of Harbinger who travels around a lot so I think he’ll eventually end up there. And if you happen to be traveling with Childe, Pantalone would randomly pop up in the hotel to whisk you away to the best scenery of Mondstadt while Childe is left unknowingly signing in. Also lots of cuddling on the best hotel beds. 

If Childe likes to spar with you or wants to go out and fight people with you, Pantalone is very good at saving you. Will negotiate and sweet talk him enough for you to slip away. He’s the one who thinks you should be relaxing in luxury rather than going out and getting all tired. Childe disagrees and thinks you fighting is very attractive. I don’t see Pantalone being the type to fight that much, so many times you and he are sitting down somewhere while Childe is beating everyone up.

Pantalone is the one who wants you to stay with him in Snezhnaya. It’s much safer than running around with someone who’ll go off to fight random Treasure Hoarders, he reasons. If you can’t fight, Childe is a bit inclined to agree, but he insists that he can protect you easily. Therefore, you alternate between the two of them. You’ll be going to Inazuma with Childe on one mission, and then the next you’ll be relaxing on Pantalone’s lap in Snezhnaya for the next. Sometimes the missions are really long so when you finally meet your other lover after so long they usually steal you away immediately for some much-needed fluffy alone times. In conclusion, both are very much mwah <3 and love you so much!

[dreamingcloudie]

Imagine akademiya! Dottore tutoring child! reader, who forgets almost everything he says. so he teaches you for atleast 3 hours and he asks you one question, you didn't remember anything cause you we're thinking of what's his favorite food- 💀 (i'm currently craving for platonic dottore) -��

❛❛ Troublesome Kiddo ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ Kid, pay attention to me, will you? ❜❜

Pairing(s): Akademiya!Dottore & Child!GN!Reader (PLATONIC)

Genre/Format: Crackfic (Drabble)

Warning(s): Use of Dottore's (speculated) real name

wc: 534

Notes: Hello 💐 Anon! This is so cute omg. I could imagine Akadamiya Dottore being so done with kiddo (Y/n) LMAO. I wasn't sure if this is a request or not but I couldn't resist to write a little something for it, as soon as i read this a bunch of ideas just came out of no where 💀 I'm sorry if it's short!

⚠️ Also I'm sorry for those who are still waiting for me to finish the 100+ followers event prompts. I'll get to them as best as I can 😭

Zandik—as one of the top students in the Akademiya, his achievements were widely spread in Sumeru. Wherever he went, whether it be on the bustling streets or at a store, people would often praise him for his enviable intelligence.

However, despite his genius of a mind, was someone who unironically struggled with mora. With how many assignments were piled up on his desk and the hunger to conduct experiments, he didn’t have the time to really find a suitable job.

So who was he to refuse when one of the citizens ran up to him and asked him to tutor her child? He was about to deny but was cut off when the person said she was willing to pay him a ransom. Taking a glance at the child beside the pleading mother, they looked no older than probably ten years old.

How hard was it going to be to teach a kid basic math? And he was getting paid too! It was a win-win situation for him, only an idiot would refuse!

Now that he had agreed to help, he was beginning to contemplate if he had made the right decision as he sat next to the kid—(Y/n), who never seemed to run out of energy.

“Alright, so—”

“Mister, what is that blue glowy thing on your ear?” (Y/n) asked.

Zandik sighed for probably the fifteenth time today when he got cut off.

“That’s a—”

“Oh! I know! This is where you keep your, um, blueberry juice so you can drink it wherever you want!”

He was too tired to explain, honestly. So he decided to just go with what (Y/n) said.

“Yes, yes, you’re right. Now—”

“Or maybe you’re secretly a wizard and that’s your magic potion!”

Sigh.

“Alright, kid. How about we take a break and then you listen to me, okay?”

Then (Y/n) nodded happily which was a huge relief because they were still on the first chapter of the kiddo’s textbook.

Zandik soon came back with a plate of snacks for the ankle-biter and continued on with their tutoring session.

For the whole time while he was explaining how multiplication works, (Y/n) sat in silence as they munched on a chocolate chip cookie. While they remained quiet, he took that as a sign they were listening to him with how their eyes were staring at the textbook intently.

(Y/n) did try their best to listen, really. They were able to do that until ten minutes in, their mind wandered off to a land of singing Aranaras and floating food…

Food…

I wonder what's Mr. Zanny's favorite food. They thought to themselves.

Dangos… Potato Boat… Rose Custard—

“Okay, now that I’ve explained the method on how to solve this. I’ll ask you a question,” Zandik said. Breaking (Y/n) out of their daydream.

“So, what’s five times two?”

“Five times two? Two… Oh! That reminds me. Mommy gave me two apples for breakfast today! They are my favorite food!”

They continued, “What’s your favorite food, Mr. Zanny? You have blueberry juice with you so maybe… blueberry cupcakes? Or maybe even—”

This kid… Zandik thought as he grunted in defeat, drowning out (Y/n)’s ramblings.

Oh he didn’t get paid enough for this.

[haileyywrites]

-> Snezhnaya is cold and unforgiving, yet it's a place where he cannot wait to return to. After all, you are there waiting for him...

-> Reader has no pronouns! Use of Childe's real name! Pure fluff and kinda comedic! Kinda long? Feels like Childe's just rambling lol He sends you a naughty letter - not described!

There weren't many people who truly knew or understood Childe. His extroverted and charming personality made him appear like an open book, but whether figuratively or literally he wore a mask before others. It was necessary for his line of work.

The only one's he didn't wear mask for was his family, but even they didn't know the full truth about him or the things he did. It was all for them and their own good... You though - you knew everything. With you he was the open book others thought him to be.

To be truthful, he never intended for you to know everything. Not only for your own good, but also so he wouldn't lose you... The truth was often a heavy burden to bear. It was a burden he didn't wish to lay upon you, but you saw right through his white lies and attempts of avoiding your questions.

You were his significant other - his lover! Of course you would share and lessen his burdens. Whether he liked it or not this was what you signed up for, and so did he. Relationship's required trust and communication in order to flourish and last. Besides, everyone needs at least one person whom they can openly trust and rely on.

To him that was you. You had somewhat grown up together, as you lived next to each other all your lives and were friendly enough, occasionally even hanging out together by yourselves. To you he always was just Ajax and that didn't change over time. During your teen years you grew feelings for each other, it led to a relationship which would last to this day. There were, of course, ups and downs. But it was nothing you couldn't overcome together.

You even moved in with him and his family almost instantly, his family had taken you in with warm and open arms! That was where you lived even to this day - you helped his mother around the house and played or spent time with his younger siblings. He couldn't be happier!

Everytime he thought about you and his family he was overcome with a need to propose to you and make you officially a part of his family! He was more than tempted to buy you a ring everytime he walked through Liyue Harbor, with all the gem and jewelry stores seeming to call out to him. He really needed to sit you down and ask about your feelings on marriage when he got back to Snezhnaya!

He smiled fondly at the thought of you standing by the freezing and dim docks for hours with Teucer - and possibly his other siblings. Just waiting for him to come home. Your smile could almost blind him due to its brightness, his chest would always be warmed by the sight. You would run into his arms and hug his so tightly he almost couldn't breathe while Teucer whined about being left out.

He was really whipped on you, wasn't he? To think one person could have such a hold on him was ridiculous. But he didn't mind in the slightest - infact, he had never been happier.

He hadn't gotten anything done in days. So lost in his own thoughts and feelings of missing you... Document after document piled high on his desk, yet his focus was solely on the light blue envelopes to his left. They were letters from you. Most were only a page long with nothing too interesting written in them, as in your recent activities and updates on his family. But he cherished them as if they were finer than all the Mora in Teyvat.

He had sent you quite a few letters himself, some with writing that was not so innocent... But he did truly love and miss you, he made sure to at least include that in each one. Wheter you enjoyed souvenirs or not he sent some anyway, only varying in size and content depending on your preference. If you didn't like something he would keep it in mind and not be too offended by you giving it to one of his siblings.

In his letter's he often included rough estimates of when he would be returning home. It helped to count down the days, but it also build some giddiness in the process - making it more exciting! This time though, he wanted to be mischievous and surprise you by arriving unannounced. He simply boarded the next ship to Snezhnaya - after Signora's left... His pettiness knew no bounds apparently.

The journey was not nearly as long as it felt like to him, but he was too exited to be patient knowing he would soon be face to face with you and able to hold you in his arms again after such a long time! As soon as he saw the docks he almost jumped overboard to swim to the shore to get home faster - thankfully he showed restraint. Still, he was almost bouncing in excitement by just the sight of the empty docks!

He rushed through the icy city while almost falling over multiple times from the ice on the streets, it was quite the comedic sight to see for those already awake during the crack of dawn! Thankfully he made it home intact, well mostly intact. His knees were likely purple from his stumbling and he would likely get an earful from you or his mother...

He sneaked into the dark and mostly quiet house, the only sound being the snoring coming from his father... Strangely he missed it in a way, it would become irritating soon - but now it simply made him feel at home. He wanted to laugh about the strangeness of it all, but chose to bite his tongue and play it safe instead. He didn't want to wake anyone up after all.

He crept into your shared bedroom where you were sound asleep while looking like an angel. Surprisingly you were sleeping on your side of the bed like you would when he was home - instead of hogging all of the bed like he expected you to. He took a moment to simply admire your relaxed features, a dumb and lovestruck smile on his face. Love and adoration radiating off of him.

Slowly and carefully he took off top layers of his clothing before joining you under the thick covers. He snaked his arms around your waist with his chest against your back and face buried in your soft hair, it smelled like your soap. He loved this scent... He loved you. He let out a content sigh as his body relaxed completely, he was home.

A lazy grin formed upon his lips as you slowly began to stir awake. “Ajax..?”

Childe I hate you - but I love you. I hate that I love you! 💙

Reblog if you want <3

[chaddywaddy3]

"I am the mystery at the end of existence. The first secret whispered at the dawn of creation. I am the guardian of the unseen and the question unanswerable. I hold the knowledge forbidden and untangle the threads of fate." —Hermaeus Mora

We gonna dig into everyone's favorite daedric noodle boy today. As always, this post will contain some of my own head canons and theories. I will do my best to make it clear when I use real canon information, kirkbride faux lore or my own speculations.

Hermaeus Mora, daedric prince of secrets and forbidden knowledge and destiny. But I feel like that description only scratches the surface. My favorite name for him is the Gardener of Men. I think this daedric prince's interest in mortals is unique. Most daedra see them as ants or eves simply as dirt but Hermaus seems to view them more as cogs in a machine that he controls. But I beg to ask the question. Does he truly control fate or does it just appear that he does?

Hermaus Mora claims that he is the oldest daedra made from the discarded ideas and knowledge of the creation of Mundus but its unclear of this is true or not. His realm of apochrapga is everywhere and nowhere at the same time and he lures mortals to the endless, winding stacks of scrolls and books with the promise of endless and powerful knowledge. Most of these mortals lose themselves physically and mentally becoming empty husks of who they once were.

Hermaeus seems to have his tentacles in every corner of Tamriel somehow showing up in every race's theology. He enjoys meddling with the affairs of men and mer alike trying to dig up secrets and forbidden items that are lost to time and obscurity. However it doesn't seem that he is omniscient because he uses his cultists and maddened scholars to dig things up for him. The secrets of the Skaal were unknown to him until the LDB gave them to him.

Despite Mora's obsession with mortals he is the only Prince to choose not to take a mortal form. He appears mostly as a mass of tentacles, eyes and pincers.

I have a few thoughts about Hermaus Mora. I don't think that he is in control of fate and destiny as much as he leads you to believe. This is speculation but I think that Hermaeus just knows enough secrets and information that he is able to predict what mortals are going to do.

Let me clarify. I don't think that he has the ability to oversee the strings of fate and manipulate them. I just think that Hermaus Mora has seen things happen enough times and knows all the tiny details and secrets that he knows exactly how people are going to act in every situation. He is simply 20 steps ahead of even the other daedra. As much as he likes to command people to do things for him it seems he has no power to force them to do anything. However who is to say that he didn't want someone to do the opposite of what he said to do.

Now I've been rambling for a really long time on this one so I'll cut it here bit if you want me to keep going just let me know

This topic was requested by @wintercearig12

Thank you❤ for reading this was a long one.

[mareenavee]

Light The Way

Happy birthday, @thana-topsy <3 Neloth rambles, so I let him. Enjoy your Morrowfic :3

Light the Way

--- Please check the AO3 tags on this one. ---

“This is the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard,” Neloth said. “Though I should hardly be surprised, considering it’s you.”

Teldryn Sero, fool that he was, had the nerve to sigh. Dramatically. He did rather have a flair for that. All things considered, Neloth doubted he’d act any other way, what with the Nerevarine nonsense hanging over his head. An inflated sense of self is all it amounted to, really. And if Neloth knew anything, it was how to deflect that, much to Sero’s chagrin.

“We’ve been over this, Neloth,” Sero said, scrubbing a hand over his face in exasperation. He had a new scar—a raised scratch that cut counter to the tattoos that spiraled down his face. He’d said it was a cliff racer attack. Neloth rather doubted it. “My way is more effective. Blatant murder over on the Peninsula isn’t going to win you any points with the Council. It’ll turn into a House War before you have a chance to cackle.” Sero shook his head and began to pace the room while cracking his knuckles—an annoying habit made worse by the hollow clunk of his chitin armor. Neloth grit his teeth against the urge to yell at him over the unnecessary noise and drama. “Besides, I am…they won’t let me leave Vvardenfell anytime soon. And what are you really going to do over there by yourself?”

“House Dres needs to be put in their place, and I need to regain favor after…well. You know.” He was relatively safe here in Sadrith Mora, but they’d sent the Morag Tong after him a handful of times in the recent past. Shame, that. A waste of good fighters. Neloth fidgeted with a soul gem on his bookshelf until it stood just right to refract the sun filtering in through his window. It acted like a prism and washed the floor with shifting multicolored light. For a fleeting second, the pristine order of the moment brought him peace. “There’s things you’ll never have to worry about at your rank. Or even as Hortator, if you do choose to go be whatever it is the Empire insists you’ve got to be.”

Sero’s face twisted through several emotions before it settled back into the familiar, frustrated scowl he always wore. “The Empire can go f—”

“ —yes, yes, we know your sentiment. Spare me the histrionics, if you don’t mind,” Neloth interrupted with a flap of his hand, “because we do rather have things to accomplish today if we aren’t simply going to wreak havoc on the Mainland as I’d intended.”

“You know, we will have to discuss that topic again later,” Sero drawled, scratching the back of his neck. “As much as I don’t want to. For now, though, you’re right.” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hortator. It’s madness.”

“I told you, you’re going to have to talk to Dratha first.”

“Neloth, she hates me. And you. And everyone, I think.”

“How on Nirn could anyone hate you, oh great Nerevarine,” Neloth droned dismissively. Sero shot him a glare and threw up his hands in disbelief. He muttered to himself in Dunmeris as he leaned against a far bookshelf, fiddling with some Dwemer gear or another Divayth Fyr had brought over the last time he’d deigned to visit Tel Naga.

Neloth grinned at his own minor victory and glanced over at the distracted Nerevarine, caught in the glare from the soul gem. His frown was etched into his face. Gods only knew the weight of all he was responsible lately was heavy enough to merit the dismay. Nobody seemed quite as capable of being so sullen over something as ridiculous as the entire Nerevarine situation. Well, perhaps now that it wasn’t quite a rumor anymore, it carried more weight. If any of this was real—though Neloth still had his doubts—it was a responsibility that came with expectations even Neloth would be remiss to shrug off in favor of this abolitionist nonsense. 

He knew Sero was procrastinating. Neloth had called him on it earlier, though the comment had been deflected. Regardless, like anything worth having, he’d eventually have little choice but to take the title. Or—Sero being Sero—convince himself he’d already earned it. The utter chivalry of the entire situation got exhausting after a while. What had happened to the slovenly bandit with a chip on his shoulder? Neloth could have sworn it hadn’t been that long—months, if that—since he’d first arrived looking for, of all things, employment. It was a valid path for a reformed criminal. But a bandit with a boyish face he’d still been, nevertheless. Apparently, prophecy and legacy did a number on one’s priorities.

Though, come to think of it, Sero had never really been the type who allowed himself to be pointed in a direction and told to stab. He’d always been too clever for whatever he’d believed about himself all those years before. Not that Neloth would be caught dead telling the fool that, though.

Neloth shuddered at the implications of admitting any kind of respect for a non-mage, first of all, and an otherwise nameless urchin besides. Imagine. The Council would be in hysterics, and the ruse would be dropped, and every ounce of power he’d clawed back to himself would evaporate in the blink of an eye. No. Securing a seat on the Grand Council was imperative if he wanted to keep his status. One did not simply earn a seat the same as individual House Councils: one had to make connections—or honestly, more likely lie or commission writs to clear a spot. No. There had to be concrete proof of concept. What, exactly, could one do as a Grand Councilor that would advance the House’s position as a whole? -> Read the Rest on AO3

[popsicle-parfait]

Masochism Tango - il Dottore

Theme: il Dottore with a Snezhnayan! Reader

CW: Suggestive(?), a little icky for those who don't like Yandere's, Needles

Requested?: Nope

Author's Note: I did a coin flip on two different websites and they both chose Dottore (this a/n is being made before I'm writing the actual fic) I might also listen to some asmr cuz I think I might go full yandere on this one. (p.s, I did go the yandere route!)

You've known him longer than you've known yourself. You were just a little thing, your parents had no money and no adventurers guild bothered to take you due to your physical condition. Your family had given up on asking others for help so it was up to you to provide for everyone.

You had set off along the chilling schneznayan streets and asked around for a possible place to work but it seemed as though there were no openings. Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days as it was getting exhausting trying to scavenge enough Mora to at least keep your family alive for a week.

Just as you were about to ask another vendor, a strange man had come up to you with a smile on his face. He had told you that if you were to stay in his company you would be paid generously for your services, of course you assumed he meant the escort kind so you coldly asked him what he meant.

The man had laughed, it was light but unhinged as he carefully cleared his throat of the serotonin that had been given. He clarified that he just needed someone to assist in his lab work, what kind- he didn't specify but you did get the feeling of a spark in your chest. So with your vision burning bright and your eyes filled with determination you had agreed to the proposal, eager to make your family proud.

Fast forward a few years and you are now acquainted with whom you know as il dottore, you didn't know his real name and he didn't bother to give it out so the conversation never came up. When you first had been brought to the fatui base you had assumed it would be harmless lab work, you had been wrong.

You came across countless people all lined up like lamb to the slaughter when it came to this man, he had no shame in what he did and you were disgusted. However, you couldn't oppose his worth ethic seeing as he was technically your lifeline now. Over the course of human screams and manic laughter your face had frozen over, almost like the harsh winds of the land had affected your heart as such. You couldn't help it, seeing so much bloodshed in one small room had numbed your mind to the thought of helping such a sadistic madman, however that didn't mean you didn't feel bad for those unfortunate people.

Every now and again you'd send them your regards, or at least as kind as you could; not being in contact with the human race for so long does that to you. There are times when the two of you meet eyes and little chats here and there that would be shared between the organization of substances and the clinking of glasses, those are the times where you see the human side of Dottore. Over the course of time they started small, a joke, maybe a small giggle together, or even a deep conversation between you two. You couldn't help but be worried about the direction you were going in but as long as things didn't get out of hand you were fine.

But then one day it happened, it was quiet in the lab and only the sound of breathing and fumes were heard. Today was a slow day and Dottore wasn't bringing in anyone new seeing as he was pretty occupied with the few drops of slime secretion he was messing with, then a sigh was heard; Dottore then began to speak. "You know.. I haven't met someone like you in a long time, [Name]. "

You were nervous, your palms began to sweat underneath the tray you were carrying  as he kept going on about the wonderful time you were having together. He just kept speaking, kept rambling about how lovely you were and how obedient you had been compared to his last few assistants; it was too much to handle.

When he mentioned how you were perfect, that's when the ball dropped, literally, you dropped the tray on the floor in a state of shock. Though your face didn't show it, your heart was beating rapidly, Dottore turned around to question your sudden outburst as slowly but surely you backed away from the lunatic. Now the doctor had his full attention on you as he kept asking what was wrong, you tried stuttering an answer as you inched closer and closer to the door, gripping the handle.

Just as he began speeding towards you, your body flipped and you immediately started turning the doorknob, trying to escape when suddenly you felt faint breaths near your ear. His right arm wrapped around your waist while the other grabbed your shaking hand, small whispers could be heard as he fed you what seemed like sweet nothings.

Anyone who looked at the two of you would think it's an intimate dance of love but really what you heard from this man was utterly wrong declarations of passion. He told you he wanted to lock you up in a room with no chance of escaping and the only person you'll ever be in contact with was him, he kept going on about how lovely you'd look in his likeness; almost like a carbon copy, a "better half". You couldn't stand it, the words spitting out if his mouth were downright filthy, you promised to yourself that you'd never love a man like this the minute you escape.

Just as you began to struggle again he brought up a slim metal object, you couldn't tell what it was at first but then you noticed the pointed tip of the object. "This man's gonna sedate me!" Was a thought that zoomed through your mind as you tried struggling even harder, you quickly yanked your hand from his grip and twisted the one carrying the syringe; you refuse to give away any more of your freedom to a man that has no humanity.

Dottore grunted in pain as you shoved him to the side and immediately began running blindly through the lab; Had you been paying attention you would've noticed that you're heading for the live specimen tubes. You quickly hide behind one of the large tubes, trying to slow your breath for what's coming as Dottore quietly steps through the dark room; "Oh darling, you can't hide forever in here, I know your genetic makeup by scent… " one by one he quickly breaks every test tube in the room, your heart pouring and your body trembling as you try to think of something.

When he finally reaches your hiding spot you dart around the opposite side and try to run away only to get snagged by the fur lining on your coat, a needle plunged into your neck as if you were a rabid dog; the last you heard before your face froze and eyes slowly dropped, was the quiet whisper of "It's okay darling, the doctor's in~♡". 

[yours-truely-xd]

Bugs.

[jadenvargen]

your kiraodo melted through my brain like acid and feels like someone smooching my heart directly!!! but also jay what odo childhood novel (and is it good and should I read it)

ACH i’m glad I really love ’em… omg I have so much to say about the novels I feel like I’m gonna ramble for a hundred years but TLDR; they’re the terok nor trilogy and they’re called night of the wolves, dawn of the eagles, day of the vipers, and are about the occupation of Bajor from the cardassian DS9. the ones concerning baby odo’s upbringing are dawn of the eagles and night of the wolves:)

honestly i skimmed them a lot for character parts because the writing and OCs didn’t really have me hooked personally, but oh man those parts were stellar. It skips a lot since it follows a lot of chsracters but we get Odo learning to talk, babbling like a baby and being a creepy little slime baby not knowing how to make a real body :) Just adored it! Also his basic education, confusion about gender(yayyy), confusion about identity, and very downplayed but still present mora brand parental abuse. more details and rambles about the novels and details under readmore LOL

Also, Odo’s first years outside. We also get his days as an officer. One ”oh huh” thing is that Mora says it’ll be at least 10 years til he’s can think and function like an adult when he starts working, (which I find particularly interesting as he remarks to Laas he first gained sentience 30 years ago in season 7— making him 23 at the start if the show, and the youngest core crew member any way you slice it.) (extra extra funny that In the beginning script Odo was pitched as a ”middle aged clint eastwood type”— gee, that changed quick!)

We also get Kira’s resistance days which I think tend to be written in a kind of corny YA fashion but it might be fun for some people! And also get a Quark Odo meeting much like in — and we also get Odo’s first-first time seeing Kira when she breaks into his lab, which I think is extra gender fun because he thinks she’s a boy before he’s like wait… she has a different vibe…. bit corny but fun:) Odo also helps out with Bajoran resistance fighting as he gains further understanding, and in fact it’s Kira who recommends him for the job of security chief at DS9 so Ok. Interesting.

Some Odo exerpts I think are very. Good! :]

All in all I’m kindof a snob when it comes to published writing and also I hate most DS9 novels they’re all well, tv tie-in novels but also theu’re either boring as hell, misogynist, racist, or like everyone is an evil sex pervert. The Terok Nor ones are fine, buuuut I would honestly skim if you’re not a diehard for lukewarm space politics, I don’t think the conflict or OCs are especially interwsting and the first book is just about Dukat and Doesn’t explore him in any way I personally find interesting. Dawn of the eagles can be found on internet archive but the others aren’t hard to find Somewhere if you catch my drift.

Also if by any chance you’re interested in any other DS9 pockets my two cents are the only ones that are fun are:

-the tempest

-vengeance

-devil in the sky

-saratoga but only the subplot where odo has to impersonate quark for a ferengi deal the sisko plotline is hell on earth😔

and a stitch in time is widely recommended but I’d skip tbh… or like the parts on ds9 with julian are good, but i cannot say i care at all for the cardassian maze runner divergent ghoul school, nor the way any of the women are written lmao and i read classic french lit for a hobby so u kno its bad if i cant stand it it’s literally the she breasted boobily down the stairs meme😂 i never read the 34th rule because i found its concept extremely tasteless. like really… anyway sorry for the ramble I just get really excited talking about star trek tie-in novels.

TLDR theyre kinda boring but have fun parts and are avaliable free online so i mean why not?

++Odo’s first words and some other Le Swag Baby Odo scenes:)

[st4rlightsz]

My dearest Zhongli,

We’ve known each other for almost 2 years now and I remember first meeting you and finding out that you were the geo archon not only was I blessed by your presence but I grew to love you not only as the lord of geo but as you you’re little quirks wether it be forgetting your mora or just your innocent historical ramblings or stories I fell for you

and through that i fell for another man a real man and with that came the beginning and end of my first real relationship and you were there before and are here now after it through my tears and my downward spirals.

I’m having another one of those sleepless crying nights where all I can do is think of him and know there’s nothing I can do to fix the situation all I can wish for and know is that I have your love and kindness to look forward to and I’m so grateful to have you in my life

I wish you could hold me and tell me everything was gonna be okay. So many people have told me you’ll find someone else their out there but this was so real so surreal and it doesn’t help that my mom constantly blames me for the relationship ending even tho he cried telling me that it wasn’t my fault cause he knows where my brain goes(he knew me that well although the relationship was only 9 months) we cried for two hours that night

Regardless my point is I’m so grateful for you and wish you were here with me

Love Kenz

Ps this was so long I’m so sorry

*picture from pinterest!*

My dearest Kenz,

I am honored by your letter. You're a very strong person. I really care about you. You can do anything. Everything that happened is not your fault. You must know that in life you will have many fights during which you will probably feel weak or that it is your fault. However, you are strong, beautiful and I believe that you can handle anything. I love you Kenz. With all my heart. Imagine that your soulmate is somewhere and the universe really wants you to meet each other. It's your person. You deserve the best. And only the best. So please don't shed tears. Show everyone how strong you are. I will always be with you. In every difficult moment.

Your Zhongli ♡

[fatuismooches]

smooches did you hear the theory about pantalone apparently not being super calm in collected

i saw a theory that used wanderers and Childe's voice lines about how he's super pushy about the idea of fair exchange through the gods and mortals, and apparently it's hard for anyone to know what he's saying which is why he's business partners dottore because DUE TO HIS INTELLIGENCE HE'S PROBABLY THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN MAKE EVEN A BIT OF SENSE OF THESE GODFORSAKEN RAMBLINGS

anyway imagine cuddling with this man and he goes on this whole thing about fair exchange and you're just like "darling go to sleep" i think the reader would also be able to make sense of his ramblings because they hear them so often, he also melts if you're engaged and asks some questions because he's not used to people understanding him but will also understand if you don't want to hear his ideas at 3 in the morning (he will still be pouty about it later)

i still like the calm and collected version of him but also imagine this man not letting you leave his lap as he goes on about his views on fair exchange as he does whatever

i think the suave, cool calm and collected pantalone and this rambling pantalone are the same, i think he's both tbh but i wanna know your thoughts because it hasn't left my head at all - 🎈 back again

YESSSS I KNOW THAT THEORY😭😭 I LOVE IT DEJDKDWK I THINK IT'S TOTALLY TRUE. I believe that he keeps up a calm persona around most people, like his business partners etc since you know, you can't be acting crazy around them when there are negotiations and Mora on the line 😅 But when he's around different people. Like Childe for example. He will literally just go on and on, unprompted too! You're listening whether you want to or not (Too bad Childe doesn't know what the hell he's talking about, bro's scratching his head and nodding 💀💀) Scara on the other hand doesn't care and says he's delusional but... I think Pantalone's onto something here. I stand with him 😤 I bet even though Dottore understands he probably gets fed up from time to time since he really does not want to be speaking this long with him 💀 He has other things to do than listen to the banker ramble on... So yes he's a rambler but tends to keep it to himself most of the time, just because he needs to keep up appearances for regular people. Though... I'm sure some of the regular fatui have heard him go on.

"Darling go to sleep" is so real 😭 Like you love him but you're also worried for his throat because how is he speaking that much without any water? Also your beauty sleep sir. When Pantalone wakes up grumpy he refuses to let go of you. But YEA you would definitely be able to understand some of it at least, you may not make sense of everything but it's the effort that counts! If you not only indulge him but genuinely ask questions he will be. So. Freaking. Enamored. He will literally delve into a whole other conversation which makes you both very happy and a little bit worried because you love seeing him so excited but also you know neither of you is sleeping for a while- (that's fine... he's a cutie so he gets a pass) Falling asleep during one of these convos means he's gonna be cooing at your adorable question but also a bit pouty because "he was just getting to the good part!" (he's been speaking for hours)

I think and love him being calm too but, I think when he starts getting more rambly, not just about fair exchange, but about other things in general, it shows that he really trusts you enough to let you into his mind and the things that trouble him :3

[saberwitch]

ESO Necrom rambles

so after being called "proxy" a few times in the prologue quest I hit on a character idea for my new Arcanist. I played through the prologue with Thana, my necrovamp. When she [SPOILER] with Hermaeus Mora, a new "proxy" was created.

this entity, this proxy, is essentially a mirror-twin to Thana. But she is an empty vessel for Fate. She has access to Thana's memories, but they are a cloudy tangle of seemingly unrelated threads. As she travels past the point of her creation, she creates new memories that slowly weave into the old ones, and take them over like kudzu.

Her name is Anath T'nuath. Where Thana is dark, Anath is light, and vice versa. Thana is an "explorer of death" (her name is a riff on thanatonaut); Anath is essentially "new life", a homunculus of sorts, and a healer. Her name has no inherent meaning, which is ironic and (in my opinion) funny, a cosmic joke worthy of the Prince of Fate.

Arcanist is a fun class. It feels different enough to the other classes that I don't necessarily feel like I'm making another Resto Staff clone. The Telvanni Peninsula feels both familiar (I've been playing in Morrowind areas with Thana a lot) and new (those are some fancy mushrooms!). I'm enjoying the story, probably to the annoyance of my friends (I cannot skip dialogue; I guess it's a good thing I read fast) and while Leramil is odd, she is also intriguing.

(odd in the sense that I'm not entirely sure what the devs were envisioning for her character, but to me that's not necessarily a bad thing. Real people often don't make sense either.)

pics coming soonish

[ofhope]

He was still convinced that his idea was better, but he supposed he saw the benefit of something more permanent as opposed to a short, fleeting life. Shinobu and her big, beautiful brain — it was because of her that Yoimiya was pulled aside during her birthday festivities and handed over a box the size of her head rather than a wire bug cage.

“Look, I'm — I'm not great at giving gifts 'cause I usually dunno what people like. I mean, aside from my boys. I've been makin' loads of friends lately, but. . . none of 'em have been like you. Every day I'm learnin' something new about you, and it's making me like you more and more.”

Awkwardly, Itto stood a little straighter and scratched at the wild mane of hair on his head. “I told myself I wasn't going to get all ramble-y. Ahh, just open it already! C'mon, it's good! No, it's amazing! I promise!”

The box was only marginally bigger than the gift itself, but that was because the gift was wider than it was tall. Sitting at the bottom was a gorgeously painted and polished onikabuto carved from various woods across not only Inazuma, but all of Teyvat.

“Isn't it the sickest thing you've ever seen?!” He was getting excited just looking at it. His boyish glee got the better of him, and he pulled the onikabuto from its box. He was careful as he set it in his large palm, the wood warm under the light of a slowly dozing sun. “Look, the wings can open! You can set the legs how you want too, so it can sit wherever you want, however you want.”

He pried the wings open, the thicker and ordinary shell portion giving away to allow brightly colored, vibrantly painted thinner pieces to fan out. “I didn't carve all of this 'cause it would have taken me for-ever, but I painted this part. It's supposed to look like the sky when your fireworks are going off, but I'm not the best at painting.”

It wasn't terrible. If she squinted, she might see that there was meant to be a black sky behind the slathered on mess of yellows, oranges red and whites.

“I wanted to get you a real beetle, but Shinobu said this will last longer.” He huffed proudly through his nose and held the elaborate piece for her to take. “Happy Birthday, babe!! I hope you're ready to par-tay!!”

It wasn't of her own volition that her birthday was known -- whilst never turning down attention, it was kind of hard to dispute that whenever you worked in the firework business, one of the loudest, brightest things imaginable! -- it wasn't something Yoimiya made a note of, usually. Projects needed finishing, festivals were being planned, and she had kids to hang out with! They, most often, were the ones that remembered the day, greeting her with a smile, a confection, and a you didn't remember it was your birthday?!

Likewise... it was the first time she and the Oni had been close enough to celebrate one another's birthday. One or the other was usually off, skipping 'round someplace, their own methods of trouble catching up with them before their candles could be blown out, and it was only whenever a shout (likely heard across the entirety of Inazuma, no, Teyvat!) rang out that Yoimiya had turned, met by a head of hair she knew only one had, met by a smile that only he had. With how bright he shined, how could Yoimiya have noticed, quite possibly, the world's biggest gift?!

(She did notice, of course... after Itto called attention to it. Can't blame a girl for being in awe, can you?)

“Oooooh! -- but, Itto, I thought you were saving your Mora?” tick, tick, tick... “Whaaat?! You were saving it for this?! I thought you'd lost a bet or something! Or, well, probably three bets, going by the size of this—” clank, Yoimiya shifted the box around in her hands, just so: not enough to damage any delicates, but enough to gauge what could be lurking inside. “Woahhh, it sounds heavy! And-and feels heavy!”

Pop! went the lid, and brought into Itto's careful hands...

“Whoaaa...” jaw slack, Yoimiya watched attentively, spying every colorful twinkle, watching how the sun danced off of every swipe of beautifully blended paint. “Itto, you didn't - you - you would - AAH!”

Shaking with excitement, she took a leap, making up for their distance and swinging her arms 'round his neck! Careful of potentially knocking free her gift (how was that hers?! she thought of one, five, ten different places she could place it, all for visitors, the world to see!), she breathed in the scent of a soft, woodsy fragrance, the smell of freshly trimmed grass, and hot concrete; all compiled to create the smell of home. Nudging her legs to lock 'round his waist - while she had no doubt Itto could carry ten Yoimiyas', the weight being off-balance would proobably make it hard? - she peppered loud, loving smooches 'cross his jawline, his cheeks, kissing along every red streak, happiness washing over her in waves.

“Itto, seriously, you didn't have to do all of this - and I knoww, I knoww, 'you're my girl! I'd do it anyway!' but, but - I just,” eye-level, she placed one more kiss, right at his lips. “Thank you. Seriously! This is so, so, so cool, I dunno' how the whole world hasn't heard about it yet! Guess we'll have to start at telling everyone at this party, huh?”

Nose-to-nose, Yoimiya hoped her smile was felt, as well as seen. For Itto to know how truly, truly happy he had made her, gift or no gift.

“I love you, you big, stubborn oni. Aaand ~ I love this! A whole, whole, super lot! We have to show the kids first, they're going to go crazy!!”

@xamassed, for Yoimiya's birthday (6/21). ♥