#ah anyway how to say don't worship celebrities

[feyascorner]

Ok but what if tav is the hero of baldurs gate right, the god killer, slayer of the chosen three, savior of the emerald grove etc etc and after all that is told they had this incurable illness that the parasite had only slowed down. Now, with it gone, it’s progressing again and Tav can’t help but feel so stupid, weak even, that such a mighty hero could be struck by the weaknesses of their own body

Maybe pushes everyone away when they find out, too afraid to tell them that after everything they’ve been through after surviving all of that that they were going to die anyways

AND THEN ASTARIONS REACTION!!! Because surely he would not take that news sitting down (if he found out at all)

a/n. anon how did you know this type of prompt is exactly my cup of tea <33

It's not fair.

You did everything right. You saved the grove, the Tieflings, the Druids, the gnomes, the city, and even those who did not deserve saving, you always came to their aid. You've slayed gods, mind flayers, githyanki, even a bloody elder brain. And now, finally, after so long, with the brain having been defeated, and nothing but pure bliss occupying your headspace, you think you finally have time to relax.

Instead, you're reeled over the bathroom sink, eyes blurry from how much your body seems hellbent on making you miserable.

Ah, you remember. No matter what you've done for others, no matter what you've sacrificed, you're reduced to nothing but a sick patient. One that has no hope for a cure.

The months spent with little to do with your illness has left it to come back tenfold, and now all you can do is grovel on the bathroom floor, head in your hands as you understand that this is all you were meant to amount to. In the end, you were always destined to rot away by yourself and succumb to this gods forsaken disease. You are no hero. This is what you truly are---the pitiful remains of someone who longed for more.

The weeks following the defeat of the elder brain are filled with mournful streets for those who lost their lives and the joyous laughter of those who live on for them. Celebration--though it's difficult with half the taverns having collapsed in the battle--is not out of the ordinary. Strangers and friends alike come together every night, singing praises to whichever gods they worship. Your companions are no exception.

But each and every time, you deny their offers. You've become quite skilled at making up excuses about feeling tired, about having errands to run, or having loose ends to tie up. In reality, you're a coward. Despite the trust they put in you, you cannot provide it back--not in matters like this. Not when you've all been through so much, just for your own journey to amount to nothing.

It's not like you haven't known about this disease. You knew your death was imminent. But now, after experiencing just a fraction of what life has to offer, you no longer want to let go.

It's just not fair.

For what seems to be the millionth time this week, you hear someone knock at your door. Whichever one of your companions it is, you don't bother taking a step from your bed, face still planted into your sheets. You don't have the energy to move, and the useless healing herbs scattered across the room don't exactly hide your secret. So instead of standing, you bury your face deeper into your bed.

"You can't stay in there forever."

You flinch as you realize it's a voice you've dreaded hearing. One that invokes so much love yet fear as you remember that if you see him right now, it might be your last. And you don't want that. Not at all.

"I don't know what we've done to make you push us away like this," he says through the door, and your fist tightens in front of your chest. "But this is getting ridiculous, darling. You have to come out eventually."

You remain silent.

"Gods, just--" he stops, and you can hear the hesitance in his voice. You swear it almost cracks a little. "--Have I done something wrong?"

At this, you're suddenly on your feet, rushing to push yourself against the door, but unwilling to open in. "No, Astarion, you haven't done anything wrong. Don't you dare think that way."

You can hear him shift. "Then why do you avoid me? The others, I can understand, but me?...I mean, I thought we were more than that..."

"We are, it's just..."

"Just what?"

The final thread of your resolve snaps, and you reach toward your lock. Your hand falters for a moment, but you eventually open the door slowly. And if the way his face falls tells you anything, you must look absolutely dreadful.

"Oh, my sweet, what's happened to you?" he whispers, his eyes widening even more when he sees the mess of your home behind you. The clothes all over the floor, the blinds shut despite there being no sunlight to shield from, the healing potions and herbs messily tossed around...you'd feel ashamed if you weren't so tired already.

"...Are you sick?" he steps inside, taking his time to take in the state of what you call home. When you don't answer, he whips around to you, alarmed. "You're sick. Is it a cold? Flu?"

You shake your head, sick of having to lie to the one person you don't want to deceive. "It's a long story."

"I'm undead, darling. I have all the time in the world."

"It's not a very nice story."

"If I wanted a nice story, I'd be listening to a bard someplace else," he says, and you feel your eyes bubble with tears as he steps closer. "What's happened?"

The words spill out like vomit, and you're soon telling him what's been weighing on you for so long. You find yourself sliding down to the ground, and he goes with you, letting you grasp desperately at the sleeves of his shirt while you tell him everything. You can barely breathe with how fast your talking but you're afraid you won't say everything if you get any slower. The entire time, he just stares at you, his arms circled around you, and only when you're done does his gaze finally flicker.

"...Surely, there must be a cure." He's suddenly glancing around the entire room, at pieces of herbs. "Surely, at least one of these would--"

"None of them work, Astarion."

"Then we can find the finest healers in the city--we can even go back to that damn druid, and ask him."

"I've tried."

"Well, you haven't tried hard enough, obviously, if you haven't found a bloody cure!"

You give him one hard look--one with dark bags under your eyes and a weariness that stretches on for weeks--and his temper seems to cool. His shoulders slump, but he reaches for your hand, rubbing his thumb against your skin. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just felt so weak," you whisper. "I didn't want you to think that too."

Immediately, his eyes harden, and he takes both sides of your face in his hands. "No. I don't think you're weak, and that's not going to change. You've proven yourself more than I can count, and I know you enough to know that you can't let it end like this, love. You can't leave like this."

"Astarion..."

He shakes his head. "I won't let this take you from me. There have been too many opportunities for us to lose each other, and we've overcome them all. We'll just do it again. We'll go to the most skilled healers in Faerun. We'll go to all of them if we have to, and we'll start tomorrow."

You can feel yourself tear up again, and he kisses your tears away while you sob in his arms.

"I'll save you," he mumbles against your temple. "Even if it's the last thing I do."

[luminecent-sky]

How my team would interact in sagau: my mains

Just from the pic alone, its clear who my fave is.

Anyways, Ayaka is main dps, Barbara is healer(no kokofish yet, didnt have enough to get her after zhongli), Diluc is sub dps and Zhongli is sheild.

Ok now the interactions, with voicelines too!!!

A/n: i will be making one for all of my team comps, idk hot to tag this lol

tw. Yandere and cursing only in diluc's section

》 Kamisato Ayaka,

The first to be bestowed with a golden star.

Ayaka, gets along well with Barbara and Zhongli, hoewever when interacting with diluc she's a bit reserved. Because she knows i don't particularly like Diluc.

As my main, i may have spoiled her rotten.... giving her my first 5☆ weapon, the best artifacts i could get and even breaking my f2p status to get her costume.

Voicelines:

》About the Creator: Adored by the divine

Oh, you want to know when i got bleseed by the creator? Well it was when the first star showers began, in... April? was what the creator called it, anyways i am honored to be the first to receive the golden star and bringing honor to the Kamisato clan. The Almighty Shogun and Lady Guuji even hosted a celebration for this event.

》About the Creator: Honor

Being one of the first blessed is such an honor, i devote my entire being to their grace. What ever she needs i will become, be it her sword, her friend and dare i say it.... maybe even a lover. Everything i am is hers, my heart, my soul. I have travelled with her for so long that i know how to talk and help their grace should they ever come to teyvat.

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》 Barbara Gunnhilder

One of the original blessed, had been under the creator's blessing for the longest.

Barbara gets along with everyone, no matter what team she is placed in. Often seen with Ayaka and Diluc, because of their elemental compatibility.

As the one of the original 4☆ that we get in-game, she has been with me since the start. Her hydro vison helps Ayaka and Diluc do more damage and keeps them alive.

》About the Creator: Blessed by the divine

You know i always thought that the creator would abandon me after a while... It happened to Sir Kaeya, Xiangling and even Noelle. However she never did, i stayed, even gave me better artifacts, a better weapon.... So i decided that when their grace decides to finally decend I'll be one of the first to welcome her. To thank her for all she's given me.

》About the Creator: Worship

Ive learned a great deal of information about the creator, ive added it to the records of the divine in the church library. Most of the rituals we hold in the name of the creator is based on the information ive gotten. From the colors of the celebration to the items we offer. Ill make sure the creator won't have to lift a finger when she gets here, only the best for them. The price does not matter when the entirety of mondstat is willing to sacrifice everything for them.

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》 Diluc Ragnvindr

The second to be bestowed a golden star.

He's got a... complex relationship with everyone. He respects them all as he does with others, however watching them be favoured, cheered on and loved by the creator while he gets at most a "Oh you finally landed that hit, thank fuck." Or a "Damnnit Diluc- ugh I'll switch to Ayaka she would do better." Knowing that he is favoured but having the creator actually let him know are two different things.

Yes im mad at diluc cause he made me lose the xiao banner in june.. days before my birthday. He's very useful in my team but barely crits and stuff.

》About the creator: Unloved by the divine

Ah, about their grace... she doesn’t usually have anything good to say about me. However on the rare time she does i always keep it in my mind. I just have to work harder to earn their grace's forgiveness.

》About the creator: Determination

I have to get stronger so that their grace can finally feel confident in my abilities. I must prove that i can protect them. When the creator descends i can offer the dawn winery as a place of recidence for her. With her there, i can finally show that i am capable enough to be beside her. That one of the safest places in teyvat is by my side. They won't need anyone else to protect her anymore once she's within the manor.

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》 Zhongli - Rex lapis

The seventh to be bestowed a golden star

He gets along with everyone in the team often telling stories about his days as an archon. Always in the team and gfted the second golden weapon. Like barbara keeps the others alive.

Yeah he has primordial winged jade.... cause i got the weapon before xiao banner, and then lost i gave it to him. Somehow despite being on sheild build he crits almost constantly, has the record for my highest crit thus far. Of 62k

》About the creator: Archon blessed by the divine

About their grace? Well she is quite a lively woman. Ah you mean her blessings, to us archons being blessed by her is quite the honor, and as i am the only one she has blessed Barbatos and Ei have been understandably displeased. Buer is still acclimating to godhood after her imprisonment so she remains neutral about her opinion.

》 About the creator: Responsibility

As the oldest of the seven and only archon currently blessed i have made it my duty to serve her grace to the fullest. If she asks of it i shall even retrive my gnosis from Snezhnaya, her needs are of the utmost importance. Anything she desires, be it the rarest and finest jewels or the heads of those who displease her, all will be lain at her feet. When their grace decends i ahall return to my post as the archon and worship their grace with the people of liyue.

Tagging:

@meimeimeirin girl its here.

[shiningwonderland]

Camus (All Star) Memorial

Translator: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

Memorial 6 - The Customs of Foreign Countries

The streets come alive as Japan moves into the month of December.

Everything is decorated for Christmas, even the music that plays is suited for the holiday. 

“No matter how many years go by, this custom continues to elude me…”

I'll never understand the concept of celebrating the birthday of a god I do not worship.

I do ostensibly imitate prayers during ceremonies and other rituals, despite not believing.

This custom, however, was something unlike anything else.

My job now completely revolves around Christmas.

In a business where everything is prepared ahead of time, I can't even begin to count how many times I have wished a "Merry Christmas" over the past month or so.

…I’m fed up.

I should have taken a cab instead of walking through downtown.

Rejecting the fliers presented to me one after another, I hurried home.

I suddenly paused in front of a show window.

Laid-out at the center of a Christmas Tree themed display was a bag advertised as being a “Christmas Exclusive!”.

“Exclusive, huh…”

I recognized that little bag, so small that I doubted it had any practical use.

This was featured in a program I recorded just a while ago. It was listed as the most desired gift this year in our viewer survey.

How incredibly pointless.

People should get what they want on their own.

“It’s so annoying.”

I scowled, recalling a conversation that had occurred earlier today in the dressing room.

“G'morning everyone! Christmas is finally on the horizon! So how about getting some party catering from Kotobuki Bento? We're taking advance orders nowー!”

Kotobuki, often annoying, was exceptionally rowdy today.

He spreads a flier from his bento shop in front of us despite the disinterest, and announces something silly like getting three extra karaage if you reserve early.

“I said no. What connection does Christmas have to bento anyway?”

“What are you talking about! Christmas is a time to enjoy chicken! And there’s no chicken quite like karaage~!”

“Never heard of such a thing. Regardless, I have no intention of having a Christmas party. I won't be celebrating some foreign god's birthday.”

“Birthday…? Ah, I guess that’s true! The way you think’s hilarious, Myu-chan.”

I don't see what's so funny, but Kotobuki chuckles.

“In fact, you don't even believe in this God, do you?”

“Oh, man. You take the oddest things so seriously. Let me put it this way. Birthdays are happy occasions for everyone, so by celebrating, you, me, and God will all be happy.”

“Kotobuki bento are happy with these increases in sales… is what you want to say.”

“Exactly. We appreciate your support!.”

With a dramatic bow and a grin on his face, Kotobuki slipped the flier into my hand.

I could do nothing but sit there and take it.

I looked at my hand, dumbfounded.

…This is why you can never be too careful with this guy.

Now that I accepted the flier, I had no other option but to put it in my pocket and urge him to leave if he was done, but Kotobuki would not budge.

“...What.”

“Well? What are you going to give to Kouhai-chan?”

He inquired with a suggestive look on his face.

“What are you on about?”

“Oh, come on… Don’t act dumb. Aren’t you two dating? Christmas is a pretty big deal.”

“...Hmph.”

I wonder just who in the world told him. Was it Tsukimiya? Aijima?

They have put me in a tricky situation with a tricky guy.

“There isn’t a need. Why would I be giving her anything?”

“Wow.”

Kotobuki was unable to speak for a few moments, then repeated the exact same word.

“Wow.”

“...Out with it.”

Kotobuki scratched at his head, looking somewhat worried, and then sat down on the chair beside me.

…Who told him he could do that.

“Did you know I don't dislike the fact that you don't let your others influence the way you live your life? That being said, I think she's probably looking forward to it.”

“Hmph. If that woman is expecting to receive a handout from me, she's an idiot.”

Kotobuki let out an unusual sigh.

“If you know so much about Japan, then surely you also know a lot about Christmas, don't you, Myu-chan?”

“Of course I do. I know everything there is to know about this country.”

“Wonderful. Then you know why women have such high hopes, right? That what they want is not a thing, but a sentiment.”

“I don’t…”

“Ah, is it a bit hard to follow?”

“What are you talking about? Of course I get what you’re saying, but…”

“It's your first Christmas together, no? Women may not act like they care, but inside they're really excited about it.

“And I have no doubt you do know this, Myu-chan.” He added, pandering.

“Women want to be told they’re loved, whereas for guys, during occasions like this it’s a little hard to say without feeling a little shy. I think this would be a wonderful chance to let her know.”

“...It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Seriously?”

The way he looked at me ticked me off.

“On a day where it’s normal for everyone else to share their feelings, it's quite sad when you're the only one who doesn't.”

“...”

“Of course, you don't have to exactly say "I love you," but instead express the gratitude you can't normally convey. Ah, isn't it out of place to ask this of a couple of lovebirds?”

I wonder if I am thinking too much into the way he just ended that sentence.

I can’t read Kotobuki after all.

“...I’ll give it some thought.”

I probably shouldn't dwell on the topic too much.

Kotobuki gave me a big grin at my curt reply.

“Okayー! Make sure you pick a good present. One overflowing with your love!”

The weird way he poses with his fingers in a heart shape makes way for an astounding headache.

“You've wasted my time. Don't speak to me any more.”

“So cruel!”

“Ridiculous.”

I muttered to myself in front of the shop window and drove the memory out of my head.

We are not a couple.

I’ve never heard of masters gifting their servants.

“To show appreciation, huh? Well, I’m certainly being taken care of.”

No, I pay her well, if anything, I'm the one taking care of her.

Although…

Still, this bag’s design is actually surprisingly sophisticated when viewed in person like this.

And the price…

It may be a bit cheap, but for the average person, that would probably be for the best to avoid feeling bad when receiving it.

I noticed different colors arranged within the store, and headed inside to get a better look.

“Hmm… I wonder if they have one in white.”

The simplicity of this bag suits the shape better than the Christmas exclusive one shown up front.

And yet, the people in this country apparently find value in exclusives.

“Welcome. Is this a gift for your wife?”

“!?”

I was abruptly addressed and when I whirled around, the store staff, who had snuck up on me, yelped and froze in place.

...I didn't mean to look so frightening.

I glanced at the mirror beside me, unsure myself what it was that I looked like.

…Oh.

“My sincere apologies. I was simply startled to be approached out of the blue.”

I composed myself and flashed her a soft smile, and the shop staff smiled, too, as if relieved.

“Those are very popular. Please feel free to take a closer look if you would like.”

“There’s no need…. I came in just out of curiosity. I think I will pass on that for today.”

I got myself out of the store as fast as possible.

Seriously, what was I doing….

I open the front door and as always, am greeted by my dog and my servant.

“Welcome back. A package has arrived for you.”

“Thanks...”

I ultimately made it back home without buying anything.

“I’ll have dinner ready shortly.”

She smiled and headed to prepare for dinner.

I find myself feeling somewhat torn watching her receding back. 

No, it’s fine.

There is still time before Christmas…

…Wait. I still haven’t committed to getting her a gift.

I took the package from the table, exasperated with myself, and headed for the stairs to go up to my bedroom.

“...This is ridiculous.”

She is a servant.

Besides, that girl has so many friends and acquaintances that I'm certain she will receive plenty of gifts regardless of whether I do or don’t.

Nonsense.

There’s a live show on Christmas. I should focus on my work instead.

And even if I didn’t, there are still many things I have to do.

I have to deal with them one at a time…

I set up communications lines with my home country, instructing Alexander to keep a lookout.

I cannot afford to be careless with all the recent unrest regarding Her Majesty.

It didn't take long before a subordinate answered my call and provided me with the briefing I'd ordered.

“I see…. Well, then, continue on with the investigation.”

“Understood. May I ask, Camus-sama, whether your parcel was successfully delivered?”

I glanced at the package beside him as he spoke.

Upon cutting the seal and opening the box, the light from the ceiling causes the items inside to sparkle brightly.

There were two tiny aurora-colored stones arranged side by side.

“Are these the stones you mentioned earlier?”

“Yes! The technological innovations achieved over the past six months have made it possible to succeed in producing an even purer product.”

“But… I imagine its use is still the same.”

“That is correct! We have improved its performance through crystallization, resulting not only in easier connectivity, but also in greater stability.”

Hmm...

I honestly did not find the current version inconvenient.

“Alright, I will test it out.”

I took the stones out of the box after ending the call.

The advancements made over the past six months are truly remarkable, and the fact that it is now possible to do with a stone so small what was previously impossible without imitating Her Majesty is astonishing.

However…

“I said I'd give it a try, but it’s going to be a hassle adjusting to a new one…”

I really had no problem with the one I was currently using.

I placed the two stones in my hand as I thought about it.

“They are… beautiful.”

With each tilt, the stones shimmer with a light resembling an aurora.

“...”

I remember there being a legend about how this particular substance supposedly protects its owner.

Maybe it would be a good idea for that woman to carry one with her in the event of an emergency, considering how much of an airhead she can be.

“Well, there is a spare.”

I am content with the one I have so far, and even if I were to use this new one, I don't need two of them. 

And if I were to throw away something so carefully refined, it would be a disservice to the department responsible for it.

It is by no means a gift, but just how things turned out. A coincidence. 

It happened to coincide with Christmas.

“But, it’s technically not something I bought myself…”

No, Kotobuki mentioned something about the sentiment too.

Not that I have any.

There is no further meaning to this beyond simply sharing a spare.

“Alright, then this will do.”

I nodded to myself and was about to place the box of stones on a shelf…

“...She’d probably find them when cleaning if I put them here.”

After giving it some more thought, I finally put them in my desk drawer.

[bitter-blogger]

Miasha: I feel sick thinking I may have hurt the lgbt community [or whatever he said]

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