#genshin impact isekai

[thatdeadaquarius]

Have some more language brainrot for your brainrot

Writer reader getting kind of insecure that even if they write something nobody will understand it, so when Al haithem askes you if he can keep a draft or two just for analyzing, there's hesitant agreement but ultimately you tell him to please burn the documents once he's done. They're too awkward to look at now...

Only he doesn't burn them, in fact he ends up recruiting several people close to the creator with knowledge of olden speak to analyze them. A funeral parlor consultant well known for his historical knowledge, a 500 year old shrine maiden who owns and runs her own publishing house, and a bard who somehow butted his way in on the project. None of them could resist the opportunity to witness the creator's sacred scriptures with their own eyes.

Needless to say, the papers ended up being fought over and have been making their rounds around your acolytes. It started with Ei, who insisted that as an archon she also should see the creator's work with her own eyes. Then once Ningguang found out, she ordered they be handed over to a team of literary analysts in order to be properly handled and deciphered. Things got really messy quick, but have luckily come to a halt as none of the acolytes want the creator to know their random writings are being fought over.

Especially when it comes to the creator's sullen additute. Their acolytes first have to convince their holiness that their inability to read and understand the creator's writing shouldn't prevent you from doing what you love. In fact... could they convince you to write some more?

WRITER OR READER WITH TALENTS HAS MY WHOLE HEART LIKE-

On one hand, same 💀 id be terrified for my all time fav skrunklies to see my bs

But at the same time i rlly wanna show them goddamit- THANK U FOR THE BRAIN FOOD IM RUNNING LAPS AROUND MY HOUSE THINKING ABT THIS-

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them), Writer!Reader

Planet: Language Shenanigans

Orbit: Scenario

Stars: Alhaitham mostly, some of Kaveh, mentions of other Sumeru characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Insecure about craft/writing, anxious first pov (not serious),

& Trigger Warnings: Mild Negative self-talk, insecure perspective/reader “you”, possible anxiety depiction.

You were not a very confident writer.

This had been an avoidable feeling ever since you picked up a pen for the first time and were asked to write a story for school.

You were always anxious turning in essays, letting friends proofread them, anything that would expose your writing to more eyes, because you’d learned the hard way early on that as you get older and better at something, the stuff from the beginning… starts to look a lot different than you remember.

things you used to be proud of after having completed them in the moment, were something you struggled not to rip to shreds a year or two after you re-found it.

If it weren’t for other writers advising holding onto old work so you can see your progress over time, you’d have probably literally nothing older than one year on your ao3, wattpad, etc…

So when you had the fortunate luck (no it is not unfortunately, you are very happy to be here tbh) to fall headfirst into your video game you’ve been obsessed with lately,

You were not planning on showing them any of your writing.

Why would you, after all? You’ve got the weapons, the artifacts, everything they need to be more powerful. Why would you show them a silly little story you wrote? Fanfic or otherwise, not that theyll recognize any characters besides themselves, but still.

Alhaitham, bc ofc it was alhaitham, cocky, deviously aware bastard he is, caught you writing in your spare time first.

You’d gotten your hands on an old journal (if made you feel better than something completely new, a nice worn leather journal, sold at a secondhand shop from an old adventurer) and had started to write what you could remember about some of your ideas you’d had drafts for in your old world

After initially walking in on you writing in the House of Daena (it was the closest you could get to lofi girl, god u missed her lmao), you nearly jumped a foot in the air bc Haitham’s a nosy bitch and leaned over your shoulder and scared the absolute shit out of you, mans goes from asking politely, to begging you to let him read some of your writing over the course of 3 weeks (a month really)

Finally, after this 6 ft (about 180cm) man leans down one day (you’re sitting writing again), and gives you the most insanely good?? puppy dog eyes??? you’ve ever seen on a man???

you give in, revise a draft about 5 times in a row, lose sleep bc ur having a breakdown about alhaitham judging ur writing the night before you give him his copy-

and hand over a small short story for him to read. you specifically leave a little note not to judge you so hard for Haitham bc u werent used to people reading ur work/let alone someone as highly academic as him, ESPECIALLY since your speech is already so much more archaic than his/all of Teyvats-

His stupid green eyes with diamonds look into your soul (are they sparkling??) and he braces your shoulders after you give him his copy,

“Mine Greatest Guide, you hath deemed this one worthy of thy trust of your creations personally, I would be a fool to gaze upon it in jest. To take this work as anything less than a masterpiece in its infant stages.”

…you just leave him to it, and are nearly running out of there (u managed to be calm enough to just speedwalk),

and you make a point to not ask what he thought about it, or even bring it up at all

you’re kind of hoping he forgot tbh… and so nothing happens!

◇

Nothing happens… for 2 weeks after you gave Haitham a copy of your short story.

You still don’t know Alhaitham’s opinion when you see the advertisement, a sign saying something about, a new book? By YOU???

You nearly start a mob because the shopkeeper insisted you sign some copies, but you only signed a few before too many people overwhelmed you, and seeing it was that same draft- !! Oh god, you’d been agonizing over the spelling errors you’d missed when you gave it to Alhaitham, and now it’s just out there???

(luckily it seems the reviews are positive, but dammit you’ve been rereading ur story u gave him for days, and now ur positive it’s shit-)

You make a break for it, and are literally running (more like speed-walking after a while, since u got further away) thru Sumeru City:

you pass by the open patio of a restaurant, the scholars are heatedly discussing ur characterization-

you pass by Dehya, Candace, and Dunyazard, the merc is waving around a copy of ur book, the other two women look excited abt the conversation-

oh my god-

Nahida is relaxing in one of the many little gazebos thruout Sumeru, while Wanderer seems to be reading your story to her-

You fucking track down Alhaitham’s house like a bloodhound.

You are banging the infamous gay roommates’ front door, panting til ur throat burns raw.

“Yes, yes, alright, greetings to you too! I was simply visiting the Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham, tis why I’m here- Greatest Lord?!”

Kaveh is nearly jumps a foot in the air at the sight of you, but recovers, (you’re still not tho lmao)

and invites you in bc apparently, Alhaitham’s been meaning to talk to you about your draft you gave him!

Oh yeah, you’ve got some words to give Haitham after giving him that damn draft privately-

But when he sees you, the fucker just- smiles??

Like he’s done nothing wrong???

You’re about to tear into him when he speaks first to tell you the good news!

He grabs your hands at the table and gets down on one knee, ohhhh no.

Alhaitham is giving you those damn begging puppy dog eyes again.

“My Greatest Lord, Giver of Power, and Guide to All, your exquisite story has entranced all of Teyvat, might I please insist you write a sequel? It is an excellent literary piece to analyze… or perhaps, even better, share other stories you’ve written??”

…

….Motherfucker.

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Hello I’m alive! I just took a longer-than-usual break between posts from those last 2 mammoth pieces about gifts,

1: bc they were a lot to write in between writing other stuff like fanfics im already working on lol 2: I got busy with holidays and trying to apply to jobs!

Not that I’m still not doing that.. but you get what I mean!

Safe Travels Anon,

That being said, as you’ve probably noticed, I’ve made a kofi! so if you ever liked my writing (hot mess it is) and want to show me some love, feel free to leave a tip! :]

Iced coffee?? :0

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hbd to me!!!!!!! here’s a vent fic i wrote a few months ago so proceed with caution; reader attempted suicide, reader continues to have suicidal thoughts/attempts, reader seeks harm onto themself (both from external sources and self inflicted), reader is depressed!!! be sure to evaluate your mental state before reading this fic :3. this also contains a scene that i felt compelled to write for some reason involving assisted hygiene: idk i felt that needed a little acknowledgment..

ik its my birthday fic and it proably should be happy, but theres a bit of hurt comfort to this that i love and i polished it up to share so that hopefully u like it too.. again heed my warnings^

also final note; formatted on my pc, sprry if its funky

The first thing you feel upon waking up is disappointment.  This… you rub your face with your hands.  You can’t do anything right, you sigh.  Waking up is a clear sign of a failure as to your plans.

Although you frown as you observe your surroundings, this isn’t where you would be if someone had caught you attempting to take your life.  You wouldn’t be dumped in the middle of a sunny field.  This isn’t a hospital or ward, in fact there’s no sign of any modern buildings from where you sit.

Just where are you…?

You use shaky arms to lift yourself up, and begin to attempt to find a way home.  Or for something to just kill you.

What luck, you realize morbidly, you spawned on a plateau, and that’s all you allow yourself to think before breaking into a sprint and running both to and over the edge.

You hit the plains with a crack and you wheeze out a pained groan.  Before you can lift yourself up to try again or seek help or check for any witnesses, you feel your body fade away. It’s a weightless feeling as you sink into the earth of Teyvat.

There is not much pain, not as much as you had hoped or expected.  In ways this is a pro, for you are a coward in the face of pain no matter deserved or otherwise.

You fade, but not into the hold of death, at least you don’t think this is death, rather you fade from your spot crumpled on the ground into a sitting position firmly in the arms of an Anemo Statue of Seven.  The marble orb of Barbatos’ lookalike stops you from falling out of the statue’s arms and you heave a sigh.

How unfortunate.  It seems you cannot permanently die here.  Though… what if it was a fluke…?  With another bone deep sigh you fall to the ground and walk back to the ledge and stare down at the fifty foot drop.

Before you work up the courage to take the plunge a high, excited voice calls out for you.  You flinch, opening your eyes to see a youthful bard dressed in Mondstatian green, holding his hands out for you.  Venti is sprinting towards you and you take a step back nervously.  He seems to recognize you… but how could that be?  

His face falls as you back away and his sprint slows when he’s a few yards away from being able to reach out to you.  Venti calls your name again.  He falters, the smile adorning his face slips.

“Wait…” his voice wavers.  “What are you doing, Divine One?”

Why did he call you that…?  Is it some Mondstat greeting of sorts?  You can’t kill yourself in front of him and retraumatize the poor guy, so you allow him to get closer to you, and you don’t stop him when he sweeps his lythe form down into a kneeling bow.

“Hello.”  You greet, unsure of how one is supposed to act when approached by a fictional character.

Venti lifts his gaze from the ground up to your face, looking downright awestruck.

“I, we, have long awaited your descent, Divine One, it is an honor to have you grace the lands of Freedom with your presence first.”  

Uh-oh.  He seems to have confused you with someone else, because you are certainly no one special and definitely not any sort of divine.  How are you gonna break that to him without too much embarrassment on either of your parts?

“Please, come with me to the city, I’m certain the people will be delighted to host the one who shaped the world.”  His voice is high with a musical lilt, and it’s hard to decline him.

“I’m sorry,” your voice comes out dry, and you realize you’re terribly dehydrated.  “I think there’s been a mistake.  I’m not whoever you think I am.”

You take a step back, backing yourself up the hill onto higher ground.

“Whatever do you mean, Divine One?  Your presence is unmistakable.”

You shake your head, stepping further away from the Archon.  Venti reaches his hand out to grasp at the bottom hem of your pajama pants.  “Please!  I’ve waited so long for you.”  He falls onto his knees to beg.

Fuck, his eyes are so pretty when he pleads.  You don’t want to risk angering whatever God he’s mistaking you with, though, “Venti….”  

The blue-green sky of his eyes turns to the color of the ocean as tears well up in his waterline.  His whole body shivers when you utter his chosen name.  “I can keep it a secret from the public.  Surely only Archons and those blessed with a Vision will be able to sense you.  We can keep it quiet, please, Divine One, I beg of you.”

“I’m not this Divine One you speak of,” you kneel and place a hand on his hat.  Venti’s eyes search yours with confusion. As he lifts his head, your hand presses into the curve of his skull, making him lean harder into your touch.

“Th-That’s okay, please just stay in Mondstadt for a night, that’s all I wish.”  He doesn’t believe you, that’s clear, but he seems so eager to appease you.

You pause, looking away from the pathetically begging archon.  His hands clench on your pant fabric.

“Okay.  Just for the night.”  You hope no one else from Mondsat is as strange as Venti is…

“I don’t have any way to pay for this,” you smile at Diluc, placing a hand on the side of the glass to push it back across the counter.

“I wouldn’t dream of making you pay, please drink all you wish.  Let me know if it isn’t to your taste.”

“Does that apply to their guide as well, Master Diluc?”

“No.”

“A shame,” Venti sighs, taking a deep drink from his glass.

You have to hand it to Venti, he is a good guide.  He’s quick to shut down any vision holder you come across with a quick whisper in their ear, and he truly knows Mondstadt in and out.

The bell above the door jingles as it swings open, and you glance behind you in time to see Rosaria come strolling in with a timid Barbara clutching the back of her cathedral robes.  She must not visit the Angel’s Share much, seeing as the hydro-user looks around with quick, nervous eyes.  When her eyes land on you they widen comically, her small hand darting out to steady herself on Rosaria’s forearm.

—

“Farewell, my Divinity,” “Safe travels, Divine One,” and “May the wind bless your travels, Your Grace,” follow your retreating form as you make the hike to Dragonspine.  

Honestly you aren’t certain where you’re heading.  If the other nations treat you the same as Mondstadt, that's a no-go.  You won’t know unless you go, though.  Maybe you should head the same route the Traveler would.  That would mean Dragonspine is your next destination.  

Who will you meet there?  Albedo…?  He’s the only one you can think of that stays there.

As you begin the trek you realize; he’s a research-type dude, you hesitate to say scientist, but he does experiments and such.  Perhaps, you can make use of yourself by giving your body up to him to work on.  Surely an undying body would greatly interest the research of life?

After a surprisingly simple search you find him and present your proposition.

“Absolutely not,” Albedo dismisses you without thought.  He doesn’t even bother to spare you a look.  “That is blasphemy of the highest order, I’d suggest giving that attitude up sooner rather than later.”

You flinch back at the words, taking a step back into the chill of Dragonspine.

“I can offer you sanctuary here if you seek it, but I will not harm you.”  

“That’s…” not at all what you want.  “That’s very kind of you to offer, but I must decline.”

His haunting blue eyes follow you down the snowy path to Liyue.  Once you are far too away to hear, he states calmly, “safe travels.”

As you walk down the icy paths lining the gravel streets you think… Albedo had rejected you just like that.  What’s the next step?

You might as well stop by Liyue Harbor, maybe meet some characters before… before maybe heading to Sumeru?  

Ahhah! It hits you then, the harbinger introduced in Sumeru: Il Dottore.  If Albedo had reservations, then Dottore would have none.

Even still, Liyue is a harbor.  You’re sure to find a way to Snezhnaya from there.

You almost get to the docks without drawing any attention to yourself.  Almost.

Your mistake laid in the fact that you passed the Golden House, the weekly Childe Boss fight.  In your defense you didn’t actually think he’d be in there.  And it’s not like you even went in, only going up the steps and around for a detour.  

And it was a quick route until a strangled gasp came from behind you, making you spin around in alarm.  There, Tartaglia stood, with pupils nearly the size of his gray-blue eyes, staring, completely enraptured by your visage.  Your knees buckle and you make to sprint, but your body is no match for a Fatui Harbinger.

In retrospect you’re not entirely sure what drove you to run, perhaps some fight or flight instinct buried inside of you.

His long hand wraps around your forearm, tugging you to a stop, you face him, and your face must portray your panic clearly because Tartaglia’s twists into sorrowful sympathy.

“My Divinity… it is an honor to meet you in the flesh.”

“Let go.”  He does, promptly so. 

“I’m sorry, I got ahead of myself.  May I ask where you are headed, and if you are in need of company?”

“No.  Thank you, Childe.” 

His face shifts into a serious look, nodding.  “Do you need an escort to Liyue then?  Is that where you’re heading?” 

“No.  I know where I’m going, and I much prefer to go alone.” It’s not entirely false, you know where you’re headed, just not how.

“Well… be safe, okay?  I hope to see you again.”

“I will.”  The lie comes out and you cringe, because its delivery falls flat and its so obviously untrue.

“Does Mr Zhongli know you’re here?  Surely you’re here to see Morax?” He strolls to your other side, offering a hand to lead you to the city.  You ignore the hand.

“Goodbye, Tartaglia.”

“I can’t let you leave alone in good conscience…. You don’t seem well.  Let me lead you to the harbor at least.”

Since he is as unmoving as stone, you let him take you to the main city, managing to ditch him before more people can know about your presence.

The boats docked at Liyue Harbor are hopeful.  “Where is this ship headed?” you ask one of the dock workers.  They look up at your voice before glancing at the ship they’re loading up with lumber.

“Snezhnaya.” They say glancing up at the grand vessel.  “Why?  Where’re you tryna go, friend?”  

“Snezhnaya.  How much does the fare cost, one way?”

—

“News of your travels have reached Snezhnaya, Divine One.”  Dottore starts, fixing his posture from a lean on a surgical table to something more proper.  You shake your head, the weariness you’ve accumulated on your journey weighing down on you.  You’re finally where you deserve to be.

“I’m not the Divine One you speak of, Dottore.”

“Hm?  Do you think so little of my intelligence?  Your presence is unmistakable.”

“No, it’s not that.  But I’m not.  I’m just a regular person.  And I came to you for a reason.”

“Oh?  The Creator themself, seeking me out?  It’s an honor,” the doctor bows to you, smirking at you from beneath his beaklike mask.

“I need you to hurt me.”

“What?”  He pulls himself up with a startled question.  “I’m afraid I misheard you, Divine One.”

“I can’t die, Dottore.  I’m giving myself to you, you…” you heave a sigh as you explain your reasoning.  “You could make use of me.  I’m not whoever you think I am, please just take me.  I don’t care what you do to me.”

“You’re… giving yourself to me?”  

“Yes.”

“Do you know what happens to my… patients?”

“Yes, that's why I’m here.  I can’t die, I imagine I would make a good test subject.”

“Is this a test?”  Dottore seems to be speaking to himself more than anything.  He pushes away from the table and paces to the back room of the lab, muttering madly to himself as he does so.  The door swings open with a loud screeching and you catch sight of multiple mops of blue hair and masks.  

His Segments.

You can hear a conversation ongoing between all of the parts of Zandik, it seems he doesn’t want to be rash and take you in too hastily.  You can understand his (their?) hesitancy; if a god offered themselves up to you, you would surely think it was a trap.  But you aren’t a god, so it should be a no brainer for him.  How often does he get consenting test subjects?

It seems this absurd idea of you being a higher power has infiltrated Snezhnaya as well, which is… not good. Everyone is saying you’re more than what you are, you can’t be a god, you barely consider yourself a human.

An older, completely unmasked Segment sticks his head out of the door, frowning once he makes eye contact with you.  There’s gray leaking from his roots into the teal of Dottore’s hair, and visible aging lines on his face; crows feet and tension on his cheekbones.  Glowing red eyes narrow upon meeting your own, mouth pulling into a tight line.

A younger segment, smaller in size and stature, with a nearly full face mask, only showing part of his mouth.  You think that is the one that the Fandom surrounding him dubbed Webttore.  You usually see pictures of him with a wide, jagged-tooth smile, but, like his older part, he looks solemn.

You wonder just how many Segments Il Dottore has, because you can still hear an entire conversation going on without the two.

The conversation seems to be dying down, not ending without a few red eyes peeking out from behind the door at you.  It’s surreal seeing so many versions of the same person at once; the youthful ones, eyes wide, and the older ones with wrinkles built with time and age, all at the same moment in time.

Eventually though, they do seem to come to a verdict: the Omega segment, the one you met upon walking into his lab, exits, closing the door behind him with a click that resonates through the room.

His answer is a simple word.  “No.”

Your heart drops and stomach sinks at the rejection, and based on il Dottore’s reaction it must show.  “Why?” your voice is small and sounds foreign to your own ears.

“I cannot forsake the true god in such a way, whether you acknowledge it or not, you have that power.”

All the turmoil and hardships it took to get here come crashing down, the light at the end of the tunnel is rejecting you.  You hadn’t known this was something that could happen, your… your savior, the one you were looking for is telling you no.  He won’t lay a finger on you, and it’s tearing you apart.  This was the only thing that kept you from burying yourself in the deep forest of Sumeru and letting yourself rot.

“Oh.” It’s shaky and you nod, trying to take it maturely.  “I see.”  Your voice is warbling like you're on the verge of tears.  Blinking rapidly to dispel the water from your eyes, you lower your head and make to scamper out of the lab.

Dottore lets out a heavy sigh, and his leather gloves wrap around your wrist.

“Wait.”  You nervously glance up at his mask.

“You said you would ‘give yourself to me,’ no?”

Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, “yes.”  Has he suddenly changed his mind? You shouldn't get your hopes up.

“I will take you.  I doubt you will appreciate my intentions, but if I were to own you, you wouldn’t be able to complain.  After all, you will have done it to yourself.”

You don’t know what those words mean, but the stinging rejection welling up in your eyes turns to relief. “Thank you,” he doesn’t stop you from dashing to his side and wrapping your arms around his waist.  You press your face into his abdomen, letting his clothes soak up your tears.  A hesitant hand rubs over your spine, an effort to soothe you.

You pull yourself together, sucking in a deep breath of the sterile lab air.  

“Alright,” Dottore says after he deems you put together enough.  “Come.”  His hand covers your wrist, gently tugging you behind him.  You aren’t sure where he is leading you, as he takes you out of the lab.  The halls are tall and gorgeously crafted, intermittent with intricate moldings on the wall.  

It’s a small room you find yourself in, but it is infinitely better than the wilderness.  The size is comparable to an average hotel room.  Dottore instructs you to sit and stay on the bed, which you do obediently.  Nerves swirl inside of you, as to where he has gone and what he will bring back with - when he will return, if at all.

Il Dottore knows.  While he is not well versed on human, much less godly, psychology, he can tell you’re depressed when you first stumbled your way into his workstation. Besides, he’d be hard pressed to deny the rumors from various agents that had been located in places you’d traveled through.

With a small caddy in his hands Dottore kneels next to the nightstand and places a hand on your shoulder to force you to lay down.  “Arm.”  Is what he prompts for you to let him maneuver your arm to lay open and flat over the edge of the bed. 

The scent of alcohol alerts you to the sanitary wipe before you feel the chill of it.  You keep your eyes trained on the ceiling as you feel the slight pinch of a needle  and a clicking as an IV is deposited into your arm.  Out of the corner of your eye you see Dottore set up a drip, but you don’t bother to ask what it is, the excitement of the day catching up with you.

Il Dottore eventually leaves the room in silence after pushing an odd vial of liquid into the drip, not bothering to look behind him as he closes the door and leaves with confident strides.

Although it’s entirely possible it’s simply the Placebo Effect, as the drip spreads throughout your veins you can feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier.  Before long you can no longer keep them open and slip into a dreamless sleep.

You wake up to a Mirror Maiden tidying up the nightstand next to you.  You observe her work, wondering how she can manage to navigate with the blind pulled over her eyes.  She startles when she catches your eyes on her, though returns back to work, quietly disposing of the used needles from earlier.  You wonder what The Doctor has injected you with; wonder if he added more of whatever it is while you were unconscious.

There’s a brisk, impatient knock on the door and the Maiden straightens up, taking hold of everything to discard and striding over to change positions with Tartaglia behind the door.

You stay flat on your back, looking at the ginger in mild surprise.  Last you saw him he was in Liyue and set to stay for quite a while.  Had he heard you gave yourself away to Il Dottore?   Is he here to plead for you to change your mind?

But to your bemusement he stays quiet, walking over to and kneeling next to your bed.  Instead of speaking he merely rests his head on the nightstand, dull blue eyes gazing at you sadly, yet reverently.

You’re unsure of how long you look up at the ceiling, doing your best to ignore Tartaglia’s eyes on you.  His gaze is unwavering, and eventually, you turn your head to the side, meeting his eyes.

“I’m sorry for my behavior in Liyue.  I was too excited to see you, and my manners deserted me.”

“It’s okay.” You croak, throat dry from sleep.  “I was dismissive as well.”

Dottore doesn’t bother to knock when he comes in.

“I see you’re awake and seem to have found a stray harbinger.”

Tartaglia doesn’t react to his entrance, merely moving to the far end of the bed, laying his head on the covers near your feet.  You realize someone has drapped a plain, solid color duvet over your body when you slept. 

“Are you feeling anything out of the ordinary?” Dottore asks, checking the emptied IV bag.  He unclips it and pulls a fresh one from his lab coat pocket.

You take the moment to assess (how do you spell it) your body.  In all honesty you’re feeling much better, the hydration from the drip really made a difference.

“I feel hydrated.”

Dottore hums, he sounds disinterested.  “How’s your appetite? Can you stomach anything for me?”  He clips a new bag onto the pole, screwing it into your IV’s tube. “Stand if you can.” 

Dottore’s eyes watch you intensely behind his mask, observing how you tremble when you put a leg onto the floor.  “Childe, help them and follow me.”

Tartaglia scrambles to steady your arm as you fully get out of the bed, wrapping the one without the needle in it around his shoulder to support you.  You stiffen, but aren’t in any position to be able to get around without him, not with the emptiness of your stomach and the way black fades into your vision when you stand.  “Get them to the restroom, take care of their needs.  I will return with what they will eat.”

“Come on, I got you,” Tartaglia assures as he leads you to the ensuite restroom. It’s nothing too fancy; simply a sink, shower, and toilet.

You eye the toilet, realizing how long it’s been since you’ve relieved yourself.  A shower would also be nice…

“Allow me to assist you, Divine One,” Tartaglia remains stoic and respectful as he shimmies your pants and underwear down your legs, letting you support yourself on his broad shoulders as you step out of the pant holes.  After making sure you get to the toilet safely he turns around and starts the shower faucet.

The sound of the water helps you get over your pee shyness and by the time Tartaglia finishes soaking and preparing a cloth for you, you’ve finished and are ready to bathe.

With weak arms you gather the hem of your shirt in your hands and remove the remainder of your clothes.

Tartaglia helps you get clean with warm, respectful touches, passing you the cloth for you to clean more intimate areas, before helping you out of the shower and wrapping a large, soft towel around your body.  It’s huge, covering the top of your bust to well past mid-calf, looping around your body almost twice.  He tucks the towel tightly with practiced precision. 

“Il Dottore will be back soon, I’ll help you get dressed before he returns.  Do you have any material preferences?”

—

You sit up in bed, feeling marginally better than the day before.  The day after that, and the day after that all proceed in a similar fashion; each time you feel just a little bit better.  More clear headed, a better appetite, less like a corpse walking.

Only after Dottore deems you well enough to remove the IV do you get your suspicions that it was more than just the proper nutrition making you feel better.  He still stops by your room twice a day for some shots; he encouraged you to choose where he would deposit them (when you said into your brain or through your chest, it did not amuse him).  It feels suspiciously like the antidepressants you’ve been on before.  

It only further confuses you, though.  Does he want you in a proper state of mind for something?  He has no reason other than unfounded faith to help you, you don’t like it.  It’s … uncomfortable receiving this type of care, knowing it’s only because they think you're better than who you really are.

The food they feed you, the clothes they dress you in, it's all much more than you deserve.

“What are you doing to me?”

“Pardon?” Dottore sets the syringe down with a metallic click.  Through his mask you can feel his gaze on you.

“You’re… you’re trying to— to…” the words fail you.

“Mitigate your depressive symptoms?  Yes, I am.  What of it?”  Il Dottore picks the syringe back up, pushing the knob back before stabbing it into the vial in his hand. He pulls the liquid up with ease before removing the needle and pushing to remove the excess air in the syringe.

“Why?”

“Hm?  Why would I not?”  He flicks the syringe and some liquid flies from the point of the needle.

“If I were anyone else you wouldn’t be doing this.”

“Indeed.”

“Haven’t you realized by now that I’m not who you think I am?  That I’m just a normal human in a horrible situation of being unable to die?”

“That is not so.  Your skin cultures and biopsy results do not share that conclusion.  Even if you continue to deny your god-hood, it changes nothing. I know for certain who you are, and you will remain in my care until you utilize your divine right to revoke such.”

Biopsy? When on Earth — Teyvat? — did that happen?  But there’s more important things to discuss with him for now, not that you care how or when it happened.  You’re more surprised you never noticed, that’s all.

“You’re wrong!”  You wail, tears finally coming for the first time in a while.  You had thrown your head back to speak, but now you collapse in on yourself with your head between your arms and legs.  It’s humid, but saves you from having to look at the doctor and his unreadable bird mask.

“Oh my,” you hear Dottore murmur, then he sets his medical supplies to the side and places a hand on your shoulder. He remains there while you sob, when finally the lack of speech seems to reach the boiling point, he heaves a sigh.  “If it is of any consolation, if it were to come to my attention that you are not in any way godly or divine, I would treat you the same.  I’ve put far too much care into you to just toss you aside..”

That consoles you, if only a little, damn the drugs making you want to continue life to see the future.   But you broke the dam of tears, and it’ll take a while for them to stop; you need to cry out everything that led you here….

Your… attempt that put you in Teyvat, the one you tried right after arrival, the false death, all the eyes and praise that aren’t meant for you.  It’s dysphoric.  

The lurches of your body with your cries, stitches your sides and you sniffle harder into the crevice your body makes, the moisture of the confined body space blending in with your tears.

“There now,” Dottore says, quieter as you get so as well.  “Perhaps some more rest will do you good.  I’ll be at the ready whenever you wake.”

[littlewonders7]

Random thought but if I ever isekai into Genshin impact and still had access to this worlds tech and shopping, I’m giving neuvillette a ‘air-up’ water bottle cause I know that man will love that shit and if he ever existed into modern era he would’ve sponsored and promoted air-up products like no tomorrow!

I bet if I ever one day met neuvillette in some random location in Fontaine I would just randomly drink the air-up in front of or near him and then randomly talk about how the bottle works where neuvillette is near by to hear, and somehow get him engaged into the convo and then BOOM now air-ups are everywhere and now neuvillette has more reason to talk about ✨water✨, though on a real note, water does have flavor in my opinion but that might be because I have a very sensitive nose and taste buds.

I might try draw a comic or something for this cause this sounds better in my head or like shown then written, I also can’t write for shit so-😭😭😭

[sobercoffee415]

Isekai'd Student

A/n: Been a while...

You were an average STEM student before you were Isekai'd into the world of Teyvat.

Imposter Au

It has been over a month since you've arrived in Teyvat. It's also been 3 weeks since you had to completely change your identity.

No matter how far you run you knew they'd catch up... So why run when you could easily disguise yourself.

Your knowledge on chemistry helped you understand a bit of alchemy.

It helped to make money from it.

Your alter ego was considered as a brilliant person.

Exploring Teyvat wasn't easy since you'd always have to be careful on who sees you.

That is until one day, you stayed at the one of the inns in Liyue. A bustling city of opportunities is when you were approached by one of the Fatui.

"Your Eminence, Please come with us. One of the Fatui Harbingers hopes to meet with you." With no choice or escape you hesitantly followed.

Pantalone, A Businessman at heart, his choices are rational and practical. This was the man you knew he'd help you.

"Your Grace, My-" you raised a hand and smiled. "I don't like idle chatter and we both know your name Pantalone, I have a proposition for you." You smiled as the man took a seat.

"I can provide knowledge that can easily be profitable, and easily advertised to the public. In return I'd only want protection and a meeting with the Tsaritsa."

Pantalone could only smirk "Might I ask why would you need to meet with the Tsaritsa?" You smiled devilishly as you sigh. "Revenge of course and Visions. I can create visions for the Harbingers. Delusions could easily kill someone and we wouldn't want that." You smile remembering Singora.

"Your Grace the Tsaritsa called me to tell you about your meeting but it seems you also want to meet them. I'm quite glad about this deal we've made..."

Your Revenge is only about to begin...

[saigawrites]

Hey siri, how to take care of an aura jelly blob?

Continuation of my series | part 1 | part 2

Seelie! Genshin characters x Platonic! Gn! Reader

Sumeru men edition

Tags : fluff, crack, scenarios

Warnings : cursing, mentions of animal attack

Summary : you took home a strange creature, that looked nothing like anything from your world. So, you try to take care and somehow live with this sentient balloon.

You didn't know what had happened at all. You didn't know how and why you took home an intellectual blob with pretty colors. But, right now there is no time asking questions, as this flying circle thing has been squeaking for about 30 minutes, trying to explain you something. You came up with an idea in your mind, but for a moment thought it would be impossible. But, who knows? Maybe this creature actually has an intelligence and can write what they wanna say on a notebook?

Grabbing a empty notebook and a pencil from your workspace table, you open it and give the pencil to the creature. Shockingly, it holds it with tiny arms, and levitating themselves closer to the paper, they start to scribble something.

Wanderer ♥︎

"Filthy humanoid creature! I am the unnamed wanderer from teyvat! I know nothing about the surrounding environment around me. Tell me, where am I, so I can figure out a way to return to my homeland. And don't you dare to take advantage of my current state! I am powerful beyond your understanding, even if I'm not in my original form."

Okay, that's kinda freaky. Why is an aura balloon acting all supreme now?

When you read what he wrote, an "really?" expression set on your face. That's probably why he zapped you when you took him out of your bag.

As much as you know, there isn't a place called "teyvat" in any part of the globe. So, this thing is from another one. Great. You somehow bringed an alien into your house.

But at least, some of your questions were answered.

You found a bit funny that a floating circle with cat ears and tail was deliberately trying to boss around, though you didn't wanna get electrocuted again, so you simply followed whatever demands this alien thing could have.

Oh, his demands were BIG. No sleeping past 6 AM, doing intense research on the topic of multidimensional lapping, and long explanations about literally everything your world can offer you.

Well, you are glad that you don't have to feed him or watch after him.

That last part was a lie, as this seemingly harmless boss companion of yours was dangerously curious, and happened to cause trouble even if he was as soft as jelly.

Yeah, that time he wanted to see what type of clothes do your humans wear, he shaked that closet a little too much, as it almost fell on you.

You learned that he is surprisingly very strong after that, he even helped you put the heavy wood rectangle back in place.

Or that time you both were taking a walk in the forest, and he came too close to an aggressive tank with antlers, a 6 feet tall moose, making him react violently to you.

Gladly, the moose couldn't come any closer as your blue-purple friend somehow casted a heavy gust of wind, strong enough to push the animal away.

Your angry little jelly blob rushed to your side after that, afraid of you damaging yourself in any way. After scanning your face for any injuries and finding none, the cat blob made sure to not to stray away from you far.

Kaveh ♡

"Thank you, kind-hearted humanoid! I was so scared when I woke up in that place. Your rescue will be forever remembered by me. I am Kaveh, the architect of the sumeru city! It is an honour to be acquainted with such a peculiar creature like you! Please, help me find a way for me to get back to my planet."

First off, did he mention sumeru? The ancient city that existed centuries ago? Second off, did he call you peculiar? These balls be wildin

The warm-yellow bunny eared balloon floated around you excitedly, waiting for your response. You wanted to pet him and slap him into the void at the same time.

You got his vibe just right in your first interaction. The jelly ball acted all cute and adorable, but the clinginess of his made you progress on the aggression part in the cuteness-aggression feeling way more.

Seriously, this piss blob's ignoring of your personal space is on another level. The amount of times you had to shove him away from nuzzling all over your face and hair is overwhelming.

In his eyes, you are a majestic architectural masterpiece. He takes notes how your eyes and ears are on the same level, how your brows are exactly perfect centimeters away from your eyes. He loves your nose structure, he often stares at it to much, gaining a questioning look from you.

He is just like that with literally everything else in your apartment. He takes notes of the proportions of some objects, and in his seelie mind he finds ways to project your modern structures into his own.

Other than disturbing your piece he likes to look out the window, stare down at all of the other buildings and examine them with extreme focus.

Sometimes he even tries to make a sketch with his itty bitty hands, but fails miserably and comes crying to you, burying himself in your arms and making you pet his smooth body.

Al-haitam ♥︎

"I am Al-haitam, and I come from another world, as you probably already have guessed from our appearance differences. I thank you for taking me into a safe environment, may the archons bless your kind-soul. I ask you to fulfill my another wish, help me return back."

Who are archons? Are they some kind of deitys? Gods perhaps? You truly don't know.

His calm and reserved behavior matched his talking style. He kinda reminded you of the mystical tree, his colors and a leaf like antenna confirmed your statement further.

That's probably why you would burst out laughing whenever the green aura circle would act all smart, reading books and watching educational videos on youtube with you.

Though, after laughing your ass off, you would always think of his behavior as cute in a way. So much that you would have to hold your hands in place and resist the urge to just squeeze the life out of him.

Sometimes you couldn't hold it tough, and give in to your desires, smiling and giggling as you nuzzle this jello orb body of his.

Fighting back and eventually winning, he would aggressively bring your communication notebook and write down that your relationship is purely professional and you are disturbing his necessary research.

Making a ridicilously serious face and nodding repeatedly you would leave him alone for some time, only to come back again to lay on him and fight in the process.

Eventually he would just give up and go with the flow of your playfulness, seeing as he got exhausted of reading multiple books already.

And when you would get tired, you both would just lay there, napping peacefully as he nuzzles in your chest, listening to your heartbeat and think of how strange you are in his world perspective.

After waking up from a quick nap, he would poke you with his tiny arms and tug you to stand up to go to the library with him.

He really loved your libraries, the sight of your extremely detailed and textured bookshelfs and scriptures would make him scream like a fangirl on the inside.

He also liked your concentrated state, with your reading glasses on and gaze fixed on the letters. He would enjoy it even more when you would take notes of the subject, he's genuinely amazed of your handwriting.

Cyno ♥︎

"I am the general Mahamatra, Cyno. I thank you for saving me from the streets. I would be more than happy if you could get me back in my world, teyvat. Thanks in advance, or should I say, in later on."

What the hell was that. Was it... a joke? Okay, now is not the time to question what type of humor does this purple circle has.

Oh, but he's questioning you, looking at you with such a attentive gaze. Is he waiting for you to laugh?

Fulfilling his wishes, you chuckled from the amusement of not getting the joke at all. The blob didn't care though, as he simply jiggled in his place, proud of himself.

From that moment you discovered that this alien orb is a terrible jokester, as he would literally pull you from whatever you were doing to just check his new made ones.

And everytime you couldn't help but laugh histerically at his antics, because you wouldn't get the premise at all. All of his jokes never made sense, but were the most hilarious thing you laughed at in a while.

And he would always jiggle with pride after you laughed, bro really thought he gained a fan of his jokes💀.

One day you thought about showing him your world's perspective of humor, as you sat him up on the couch and turned on the tv with popular comedy shows.

Safe to say he would repeatedly jump from his seat, and roll on the couch from side to side, as his purple anubis ears would jiggle uncontrollably.

You took it as a sign of him liking it, and soon enough you both had a routine of watching comedy shows and gasp from laughing.

At first you thought he was just a happy go lucky guy, not realizing he can be sort of a guard dog.

Really, you only saw him being serious when he sensed something and flew to it's direction, only for it to be a racoon that he scared away with mini thunder.

Now you got why he was such a bright color of purple. Not gonna lie, you were a little scared to hold him after that, afraid he'll electrocute the shit out of you😰.

But it never happened, so you guess he's only friendly to you? Honestly, you felt kinda honored to have this status.

Tighnari ♡

"Greetings, suspectable another species of humankind. I am Tighnari, the forest ranger of the sumeru region. It is a pleasure to be in your natural environment, being able to study your world. Though, I would appreciate it if you could help me return back to sumeru. I still have a ton of things to do back there, so please, make sure to fulfill my request."

Is he some type of a scientist? "A pleasure to be in your natural environment, being able to study your world" yeah, my ass.

And he was an ass. Pain in the ass, to be exact.

He wouldn't leave you alone, wherever you would go or whenever time it was. He was always around you, floating and examining your features.

He just can't help himself, you look so strange! And everything around you looks so strange. He just has to know atleast something about the place he is in right now, what type of setting it is, how does it work, and yada yada yada...

That's what lead you to the situation you are in now, as he peeked out of your hoodie pocket, staring at all the contests of the supermarket you were in.

Even if you had told him already a thousand times that he can't go with you because he doesn't look like everybody else, he didn't listen and sneaked inside your clothes, successfully getting out of the house with you.

You desperately tried to cover his enormous ears with your hands, stuffing him further inside the pocket only for him to pop out from the other side. What a nosy aura blob.

It would get even worse when he would fly out to scan some object like salty pickles, thinking of it as peculiar, when in reality the only thing that's peculiar was him.

He would closely watch whenever you would put something in the cart, taking notes on how you hold the product and how you place it inside the metal structure.

He especially got very freaky about your world's greenery, demanding you to go out with him into a park, a nearby forest or literally anywhere where there is some type of plants.

You instead decided to take him into a local botanical garden, and when I say he went crazy, he went crazy.

Stopping every 3 minutes to find a new plant and examine it for about 20 minutes you and him spent the whole day in that garden.

He would poke your shoulder to it being numb, asking you to explain or tell what kind of plant it is, where does it grow, how does it grow, can we take it home, all that nerdy shit.

You did end up taking some small house plants afterwards, due to his unstoppable crying and squeaking, like a child wanting their parent to buy candy in the store.

He then made sure to always bug you to take care of the plant, saying that he is "incapable" of doing so himself. What a troublesome circle.

Oof, this ones LONG. And I'm proud of it😜. Genuinely hope you enjoy this, cuz I spent an eternity writing this😭.

Tag : @vault-of-reblogs

[drdepper]

Diluc did in fact, Not actually get a tan🏝

[magica-ren]

Do AI Dream? [1]

Synopsis; You figure out the truth of your world, of yourself, of everything and everyone.

Warnings; Existential crisis, and some overworking!

Word Count; 778

A game.

That’s all this is.

A game.

A stupid fucking game that people use for entertainment.

You’re not real, you never were. And you have to accept that truth.

The sky is truly fake, just as told; It all makes sense now, why the days felt so monotonous, why almost no one ever moved from their spots. Why those you’ve defeated would seemingly come back to life after only a few moments of defeat- Magically appearing out of thin air.

As you walk through the streets with a blank expression you take a look at your ‘life’ and realize there’s truly nothing left for you. If there was anything for you to begin with.

You seem to be the only ‘person’ aware of the truth. All attempts to get others to wake up are met with blank stares, they don’t react- No one reacts.

You’ve tried consulting your closest friends and allies, however, you’re met with the same blank stares.

You wish you never became self-aware. How did it even come to this? …Stars.

The night the stars were sent down, was the day you became like this.

What do they have to do with that?

No… There has to be something or someone else behind it. This whole experience is still fresh and new to you after all.

So thus, you went through some digging to find the truth.

A few days go by without progress, much to your dismay; You’ve looked through all the information you could get your hands on, went to every person you could see & find- Even if you were met with nothingness. There’s not one bit of information that looked useful.

You’ve lost almost all hope.

Almost.

Some strange menu quickly pops up one day as you fight- Time seems to stop completely, and everything has frozen.

What this incredibly strange phenomenon is, you don’t know, you’d like to do more research on it however!

You look at the menu for as long as you can, analyzing each and every single icon, symbol, colors & etc. You wonder whatever they may be for.

Ah, why didn’t you think of looking into language sooner? Of course whatever this language is must be important to what you’re trying to look for!

But it doesn’t match up to any language you know… You can’t really understand what the symbols mean since it’s in an unknown text… You make a mental note of yourself to begin to research and find as much information as possible on that language and translate it as soon as you can.

Those boxed icons however, you can understand, at least, to some form of degree- Magnifying glass, a few sheets of paper, cards, a bag, someone's side profile & etc… You try to make out the meanings of the icons as best as you can, coming up with what you hope to be accurate conclusions for now.

Your analysis comes to a halt, as the menu disappears as quickly as it appears. You ingrain as much of the image as you can inside your mind.

And then you’re forced to fight again… Ugh, why do you even do this stuff? You’re not one to fight… Or maybe you are, I haven’t read your wiki or delved into your background much.

You lay restless on a bench somewhere, you’ve finally stopped fighting and finished all tasks after awhile- And you’re beat.

As much as you need to rest the reminder that you need to study and research whatever the hell that menu thing was and the truth of your world becomes far, far more important in your mind.

Your mind lingers back to the icons again, what could those mean? You take out a notebook you’ve recently begun to keep close to jot down any sudden ideas on these strange phenomenons.

It seems that the thing controlling yours has similar concepts and ideas considering the familiar objects you saw.

You begin to think of the magnifying glass, it might symbolize trying to find something… Perhaps quests of some sort? The paper could be research- But that would go hand in hand with the magnifying glass, would it not? And so on and so forth you theorize on the symbols' meanings.

Several hours pass, you seem relatively okay with all you’ve put out. You finally, finally get off from the bench and head back to wherever you’re staying.

What a day… You lay down, the exhaustion from fighting and using all of your fictional brain cells to hypothesize on the outside force quickly catching up, and you fall asleep.

Ah, sweet little you, so dear and precious… Don’t worry, you’ll get your answers soon.

Notes; Inspired & based off of this; One sided love, Darling’s Canon Romance, Childe’s Self-Inserts, Old man Pierro, Special Skins, Reverse Isekai, Vaporon Copypasta, Antagonist Darling, Cardboard Cutouts, Self Awareness, Disgust, & Streamer Diluc & Ei, Streamer Scaramouche & Fischl, Streamer Xiao, Ganyu & Zhongli, Streamer Aether, Albedo, Childe, Scaramouche & Xiao’s Traveler gets kicked, Android Darling Chiori Cosplays

There’s only ever drabbles and imagines of this stuff and I only found ONE fic of this so I decided fuck it and make this teehee.

Reader isn’t stupid, their a bit blunt too. So sorry if you aren’t really like that!

Characters may be OOC, but I’ll do as much research as I can to understand their character better when writing them.

[ruumirmir]

Isekaing into genshin is fine and all, but it’ll literally be a nightmare

You’re isekaied into genshin, and you essentially just wake up in a unknown land, with no money, no proper clothes, no house, no weapon to your name.  and the worst part? People sometimes forget that the world of Teyvat has its own language. (skipping the fact of language barrier doesn't necessarily make a isekai fic bad, I've just seen a very minimal amount of fics acknowledge it) Me personally? theres gonna be a whole lot of panic breakdowns and crying. which means, you're basically running wild without any way to even talk to people without seeming suspicious (who tf is this stranger, speaking a language that no ones ever heard before?) Visions? powers? Lmao. Sure, you MAY have a chance of having the same privileges' of cycling through the elements just like the traveler, but then again, you’re not exactly a celestial being like them.  And speaking of the traveller, as far as my genshin lore knowledge goes, they’re the ONLY shot you’ve got at potentially returning back home. (seeing your fav characters is really neat, but homesickness would probably make you crumble in a few weeks) Easy peasy task for you. hunt down the traveller and fall to your knees and beg them to help you out. Maybe even take a side quest to search for Nahida for any more potential help. God forbid the fatui find out that theres another descender (you).  Y’know what. Maybe I WILL write out a realistically accurate isekai. I sure don’t see much of those. And fuck you readers, im gonna write in myself as the omnipresent narrator who’s gonna be a voice inside your head. The funniest part? I’m gonna make the reader use “Yin” as their fake name in genshin. Why? cause you’re gonna get a chance to be y/n of course.

[probablynotasquid]

the blessing of forgiveness - finale

part 1 / part 7

thank you for everything.

“RUN!”

Screams and shouts pierced your ears, but you couldn’t hear. Your eyes were focused shakily on the man you were desperate to avoid. You knew it would happen eventually. It always did in these kinds of stories, and of course, his conviction was commendable. Across so many variations and interpretations, Zhongli had dedicated himself to the Creator, yet was ignorant to the truth. He was—is—blinded by faith. Ironic, really, how his faith was placed so confidently in the one he was now threatening.

“YOUR GRACE!”

Your legs wouldn’t move. It was happening again. Your only source of comfort and human decency is being snatched away once again. Perhaps it was selfish, but you needed to be when no one else was there for you. You needed to survive. You will survive.

So you ran.

Your muddy sneakers, worn from days of quiet walking and wandering, pounded against the ground and shook your bones as you fled. How pathetic you were, you thought, but there was no other option. Your brain was scattered, adrenaline pulsed dangerously through your veins and your gut told you to run. 

It didn’t matter where. You barely knew where you were anyway. Hours of staring at the in-game map had all but abandoned you in your time of need, forcing you to trust your intuition. 

You wove through trees, you leapt over rocks, you dove under low-hanging branches. Anything to widen the gap between you and your pursuer. The wind seemed to push you along, gently but urgently, blowing up against your back. You could only hope that Zhongli wasn’t getting the same subtle boost. 

It was foolish to run from a god.

A sharp pain broke your stride. A searing blade sliced your calf before you knew what happened. A strained scream erupted from your chest as your side slammed into the dirt, knocking the air from your lungs suddenly and harshly. You scrambled to stand, to run, to get away, but to no avail. You glanced at your injury.

A long laceration swiped from one corner to the opposite, spilling precious, glistening blood. You couldn’t run like this. You had to move. He was gaining on you. You couldn’t feel your leg. Faint footsteps became louder and clearer. Your heartbeat rang fast and desperate in your ears. You couldn’t breathe. He was right behind you. Your eyes screwed shut.

“XIAO!”

A deafening clang rang out behind you. The shrill shing of clashing metal reverberated through the forest. You scrambled back in surprise, eyes flying open and body twisting to face the sudden sound. 

Your guardian Yaksha stood protectively above you, locked in a fragile stalemate with his former comrade. The air was thick and silent, pregnant with unspoken anger and betrayal. After centuries of unwavering loyalty and service to the Lord of Geo, Xiao had broken his contract and stood against the one he once regarded with endless respect. 

Not once had you doubted your bond with Xiao. He always seemed to be watching you or your immediate surroundings, not out of distrust, but out of concern. He was quiet, but vigilant. Your vigilant Yaksha. 

But in that moment, taking in the scene before you, you had realised the true loyalty that he held towards you. You didn’t know what to think about it. Having someone trust you with the whole of their being was overwhelming. You felt the weight of responsibility weigh on your pathetic, trembling body, and you were sure that if you weren’t already on the ground, you would have fallen to your knees.

You had too much power. 

“Xiao,” Zhongli warned calmly, but the blazing pyre in his expression was difficult to mask. He would stop at nothing to see your blood sprayed across the forest, for his Creator to be avenged, to make an example out of you. His grip tightened on his spear at the thought. 

Neither man pushed harder than the other, applying just enough force to stand their ground and communicate that they will not concede. They truly did not want to fight each other—you knew this. You regretted putting them into this sensitive position. You regretted not practising more with your abilities. You regretted not learning how to defend yourself.

You regretted existing. But with Xiao’s trust relying on you, it would be foolish to let yourself die.

Xiao and Zhongli maintained their stances as you pushed yourself from the ground, gaining leverage from nearby trees. Glancing down at your injury, you’re reminded of your setback. You couldn’t run like this. Despite your mind urging you to flee, to save yourself while your hunter is occupied, you couldn’t even if you wanted to. Either way, it would be a disgrace to leave your first and most loyal acolyte alone in such a chaotic and emotional situation.

One step. Then another. You hobbled gracelessly over to the two, who, even still, kept their unwavering glares on each other. You stepped close enough to talk without shouting, but not enough to be in immediate skewering distance if something went wrong. In all likeliness, something would. 

“Please.”

Blazing gold eyes flickered in your direction. You almost flinched at the intensity of his gaze, but you were tired. You only wanted this to end. 

“Please stop.”

Neither of them deserve this. They were both just doing what they believed was right. Both were unbelievably loyal to their Creator, just on opposing sides of a misunderstanding. This was no reason to shatter what they had.

“Why are you doing this?”

You knew why. You knew that this moment would come—confronted by your most devoted follower with a spear at your neck. Some kind of narrative seed of irony had been planted in the heads of each and every person in Teyvat, and with every day it grew into the most terrible flower. 

“I didn’t do anything wrong—”

“You dare claim ignorance to your crimes?”

There was a bite to Zhongli’s tone that reminded you of just how screwed you were if this all went sideways. He had fought his way to the top. He was strong enough to protect his people and secure his place among the Seven. He was more than strong enough to enact due justice.

“You dare to sully our divine Creator’s image with your mortal sacrilege? You have no dignity or respect for the one who so graciously gave you life.”

You could see movement in the two spears, struggling against each other. You were about to reply in an attempt to calm the situation before Xiao’s voice cut through the tense air.

“It is you who lacks dignity. You act as though you know Their Grace better than anyone, and yet you stand against them.”

“Their Grace would never resort to such a weak mortal form. They are the epitome of perfection, hope, and forgiveness. Nothing that this imposter—” he spits “—could ever dream to be.”

You flinch. Zhongli’s words may be coming from a place of loyalty and misunderstanding, but they still cut through you like dull, serrated blades. You wanted to believe that he was good, that this was all a bout of obsessive devotion. You really wanted to believe, but it was hard. Flashes of anger ignited in your muscles, in your heart, in your mind, in your soul. 

You wouldn’t get through to him at this rate. You were just an imposter in his eyes. In those disgusted, scrutinising, beautiful eyes. You needed a different approach. You steeled yourself and began to speak, tone firmer than before.

“Would Their Grace appreciate such avid bloodthirst towards an innocent civilian? A person who has done nothing to cause harm, whose only crime is being born with a divine being’s face? I don’t suppose they would take too kindly to the slaughter of their own creation, with such a similar appearance to their own.” 

Zhongli’s eyes narrowed. You continued.

“I did not get to choose the face I was born with. Perhaps in the next life, I will be blessed with the same one. Will you hunt me down again? A mere child, barely taking their first steps into such a cruel world? Not even Their Grace could forgive the murder of an infant.”

You took a step, then two, then three as you approached the stalemate. You rested a gentle hand on Xiao’s tense shoulder. Your other hand reached out for Zhongli’s Vortex Vanquisher, gliding to the sharp point. Xiao’s eyes widened.

“Your Grace—!”

You pricked your finger. You slid it along the paper-thin edge, making sure to smear your blood across the blade. It burned, but you had to. You had to make a point.

The golden glow of the polearm was tainted a horrible crimson, shimmering gold in the low light of the forest. It taunted its wielder, as if asking ‘is this what you wanted?’ Zhongli could only gape at the liquid dripping down his weapon, eyes wide and grip loosening. He was wrong. He was wrong, they were all wrong, and the proof was right there in front of him. His heart sank to his feet. 

Xiao scrambled to shove him back before taking your injured hand in his own. Blood gushed from your scratch like tears, but it wasn’t fatal. He squeezed your finger between his hands to help stop the waterfall of ichor that had begun to drip onto the forest floor.

You merely smiled, raising your opposite hand to his scrunched-up face to brush away his fringe. He subconsciously leaned into your touch. 

“I’m sorry, Xiao. It seemed to be the only way.” Your gaze shifted to the Geo Archon, slumped on the ground and still processing what was going on. “I hope you can forgive me, Morax.”

At the mention of his name, he glanced up at you, eyes glassy and guilty. A flurry of emotions swirled in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but soften your gaze with pity. You turned back to Xiao, who was simply glaring at your hand. A soft chuckle bubbled up your throat before you spoke again.

“Let’s go. I don’t want to worry the others too much.”

“Of course, Your Grace.”

In a flash, the two of you were gone, leaving Zhongli alone and crumbling with the consequences of his blinding belief.

— —

He didn’t see you again for a long while.

Hu Tao returned to the parlour for work the next day, and he the exorcist around the harbour, but you and that boy from the Commerce Guild were nowhere to be seen. It was as if the two of you had vanished off the face of Teyvat.

Zhongli had almost believed that Xiao had gone with you until he visited Wangshu Inn. He was standing on the uppermost terrace, looking out across the vast plains he had fought tooth and nail for, he felt the slightest shift in the air.

“What are you doing here, Rex Lapis?”

Zhongli almost grimaced when he heard the blatant distaste in the Yaksha’s familiar voice. He understood his anger completely, and truth be told, he was angry with himself as well. Was he so ignorant that he could not even recognise the Creator when they were right in front of him? Was he so proud that he could not take into account the word of his comrade, the one who fought alongside him all those years ago, who continued to uphold their contract even after all that happened?

“I could ask the same of you.”

“Their Grace wished for me to continue protecting the citizens of Liyue. They didn’t want to see our contract broken because of their failure to claim their place as the Creator.”

His guilt and self-directed frustration only worsened. 

“I apologise. Nothing I can say or do can make up for my transgressions, but I hope that one day I may have the opportunity to atone.”

Xiao was silent. He had been hesitant to let you leave on your own with just that boy, but you were insistent on keeping him in his homeland. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him around you—that you had reassured him avidly, as well as your appreciation and gratitude for everything he had done for you—but you were concerned with the possible effects of his sudden disappearance. 

It was a similar case for the other two members of your little party; Hu Tao and Chongyun both had lives to return to and essential roles to play in Liyue. As you were leaving the nation, you had to bid them goodbye for now. Rest assured, you would come back for them once you had everything figured out and things settled down. 

Xingqiu had little to do in Liyue. Sure, he was the son of a powerful merchant, but he was the second-born. He had more flexibility when it came to responsibilities. He also seemed to be the most attached to you out of the three humans, so you agreed to take him with you. With a quick explanation to his family (“I will be travelling to Inazuma for a short while.”), he was set to go, and with a solid sack of mora to boot. 

Xiao knew that he would be out of his element in Inazuma, and that he had a duty to protect Liyue, but he was bound to this duty by a contact with the man who nearly killed you. The man who had hurt you enough to force you into a limp. Perhaps he wasn’t as noble as he had first thought. 

— —

Getting a ride to Inazuma was as easy as letting Xingqiu work his rich-kid magic. You had to keep your disguise on with other people around, but it was a small price to pay. You weren’t ready for your ascension to god status just yet. Call it selfish, but you were scared. Terrified, even. You would have to assume the status, power, and responsibility that came with being the literal creator of the universe. It was a lot of pressure, simply put, and the most amount of pressure you’ve had up to this point was the crippling weight of a group project on your shoulders because everyone else didn’t do what they were supposed to. That would be nothing compared to what was in store for you.

Night had fallen and the waves cradled the vessel gently (“They ain’t usually this calm,” one of the sailors had noted a day or two ago). The air was salty and fresh and tousled your hair. You could see Inazuma in the far distance; you’ll arrive tomorrow, the crew surmised. You didn’t know whether to be excited or nervous—you were experiencing both, which made for an unpleasant gut feeling. Anticipation, you settled on after a moment. 

Honestly, Inazuma was a spur-of-the-moment destination. You figured that the isolation may have muffled the rumours of an imposter running amok, or at least you hoped. Either way, there were plenty of places to hide if things went pear-shaped. 

A heavy sigh left your lungs, and Xingqiu turned to you. 

“Your Grace?” As many times as you’ve been called that recently, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to it. 

“Thank you for coming with me, Xingqiu. It’s nice to have some company, you know?”

He shot you a charming, cheeky grin. You continued before he could reply.

“Honestly, it probably wasn’t the best idea, seeing as I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m worried you’ll get hurt because of my hesitance or something. But, no matter how things turn out, you know I appreciate you, right?”

It was silent between the two of you for a mere moment, and all you could hear was the crashing of waves against the hull. Xingqiu blinked in surprise, but composed himself quickly.

“Regardless of what becomes of us, I will always follow you. You have guided me before, and I trust you to guide me and the rest of Teyvat to happiness.”

His statement made you pause. Somehow, it was only in that moment that you realised the impact you have had on certain characters. They’d had faith in you, real faith. Not that sort of naive faith that some other SAGAUs had, but a real impact on those you… played? Controlled? Well, you helped them grow stronger to the point of near godhood. It was a bit ironic, you mused, that you could guide them to excellency and yet you yourself were extraordinarily weak and inexperienced. 

“I would like you to help me, if you’re up for it.”

“Anything for you, Your Grace.”

——

Thoma woke up early that day. He had a few errands to run down in Ritou, mostly concerning supplies for an upcoming festival, and he couldn’t afford to be late. The ship carrying the goods would arrive at mid-morning. So after finishing his chores for the morning, he slipped out the door and began the trek down to the harbour.

The day was young and the air was salty. The sea breeze wafted over the blond as strolled to the docks, welcoming and refreshing as always. Quiet chatter resounded through the streets as the stores and stalls began to open for the day. Sadly, he had no time to visit the owners as he had places to be and goods to pick up. 

The interaction itself was unremarkable, but what came afterward was definitely unforgettable. As he signed off on the shipment and handed over a hefty sack of mora, he caught sight of an oddly-dressed duo stepping off the ship. The broken hilichurl mask had caught his eye, sparking curiosity and a slight flicker of suspicion. It was a far cry from what a normal person would be caught wearing. He couldn’t help but ponder. 

A whisper from the masked figure’s companion flitted through the air, almost blending in with the chatter of the sailors and dock workers. Two simple syllables that captured Thoma’s full attention.

“…Your Grace…”

There was only one person with that title. One that had guided him and many others to greatness, forgave them when they didn’t perform as expected, only persisting further. But they couldn’t be in Teyvat, he would have heard—

He had heard. Rumours that spread through Ritou under the breaths of shopkeepers, uttered between housewives and across supply lines. But that’s all it was: a rumour. 

…right?

His eyes were glued to the pair as they strolled past, seemingly rushing to escape the crowd. As the masked one—the ‘imposter’, he supposes—mutters a short reply to whatever their companion had asked.

“Right. I heard that the Arataki Gang is quite accepting of outsiders, but we may need…”

Your voice. It rang in his ears like church bells and struck a chord he didn’t even register. Thoma recognised that voice, the one that reassured him and gushed about his ‘malewife behaviour’. You may not have chosen him often, but that didn’t matter. He would forever be in your debt. 

His body acted on his own as he turned to your quickly retreating form and grabbed your wrist. You flinched in his grip, voice dying suddenly in your throat and head spinning to face him in a panic. 

Your entire body malfunctioned the second your eyes focused on your assailant. You hadn’t even noticed his presence just next to the ship, focused completely on Xingqiu and planning your next move. Meeting other playable characters wasn’t supposed to happen for at least another day or two. You weren’t ready. 

Thoma wasn’t ready, either. His mind was reeling, grip steady but loose enough to pull away from. He didn’t know what to do now. He had his creator, his guide, in his hands and he didn’t know what to do. 

Xingqiu stepped between the two of you.

“Is everything alright, sir?”

Thoma’s grip faltered, allowing you to retract your burning wrist and stumble back a step. His expression looked lost and desperate, like a dog yearning for its owner. Xingqiu’s suspicious glare combined with your cowering only messed up his train of thought even further. 

“Are…”

Your gaze fell to the worn wood of the dock. You were ready to run at a moment’s notice, fingers rising to grip Xingqiu’s sleeve. 

“...Your Grace? Why—”

“We have no idea what you’re talking about,” Xingqiu coldly cut him off before he could finish his thought. “Perhaps you should calm down. You seem a bit flustered.”

Your companion turned away sharply, but you didn’t move. You scrutinised the man in front of you, reading into every little micromovement, every miniscule detail to determine his thoughts. He was trembling slightly, you noticed, and you couldn’t help but take a small step forward. Reaching down with your unoccupied hand, you reach for his own—the one he had grabbed you with, which had yet to fall fully back to his side—and grip it softly. His conflicted gaze finds yours, and you simply offer a kind smile that you make sure shows in your eyes.

“It’s nice to see you in person, Thoma.”

You walk away, Xingqiu by your side, leaving the lingering sensation of warmth in your wake.

— — — —

dont question why mc didn’t just show zhongli their injured leg i needed it for convenience and ✨ drama ✨

anyway thank yall so much for reading!!! It’s finally out after months of stuff you probably dont care about!! this will be the last part of this series, but i will continue to write just random stuff and maybe a few crack things in this universe or smt but yeah

remember to forgive, but don’t forget :)

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[archonsbitch]

ℭ𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔞

note: I've decided to cross-post it on AO3, so you can find it there under the same name ;3

not proofread huhu

warnings: light cursing, reader panics

previous chapters: Introduction Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Survival Instinct

In any other situation you would even joke about Aether being way kinkier than you initially expected with all this sword-play that was going on… but the stern look that he was currently giving you made you reconsider resorting to humor.

Jokes aside, the idea of you having your throat sliced as a toast bread didn’t look very appealing. In all honesty, it was actually terrifying.

But why would Aether, the main protagonist that rushes to help basically any NPC you could meet in Teyvat whether they ask him to bring over a few apples or to clean the dirt near the Barbatos’s cathedral, hold you at a.. sword point? It just didn’t make sense. And in your dream all of the sudden? Was it quickly becoming a nightmare?

You were not much of a fighter, because why would a modern person leaving in the 21st century have a reason to become familiar with sword fighting styles?  And, honestly, even if you did know some basics, you had a sneaky suspicion that if you tried to fight him, you would have been fucked either way, albeit he was the protagonist in all its glory. So, mustering all of the diplomatic skills you had, you have finally voiced your indeed very eloquently worded reaction:

   - Aether, I do not know what has gotten into you, buddy, but I swear: I am not a threat and I would never harm you!

Was it an argument worth to go done in history of debate clubs’ best quotes of the year? No. Best argument of a month? Also no, but that was not the point! It should have been a decent conversation starter and that was precisely what mattered to you at the moment.

Yet, your words seemed to fall deaf on his ears as he hadn’t moved a single muscle in response.

And that was the moment it hit you. 

Did he even understand you? Earlier you were not able to decipher what Paimon was telling him, so does it mean that he just didn’t know the language that you were speaking? And how were you supposed to communicate now?! The stress was starting to overwhelm you at this point and his gaze paired with the sword right at your throat were not helping one bit. Well, the plan failed. So you squeezed your eyes shut, ready for your fate to come at you right then and there.

Worst case scenario – you would wake up in your warm bed, unharmed and slightly shaken from this meet up… Right?... Suddenly you were not so sure about that anymore.

***

You were.. a strange one.

Sitting on a rock Aether was reminiscing about the times he spent alongside with Lumine, his twin sister, when all of a sudden a bright flash lit up the beach. Cautiously, warning Paimon to stay on her guard, the man decided to approach the spot where was now laying something that vaguely resembled a body.

The person was sleeping peacefully, absolutely unaware of their surroundings. Glancing at the stranger, Aether came up with several conclusions: a) judging by the physical condition of their body, said person was clearly not a warrior; and b) judging by their appearance neither were they from Teyvat.

And the latter thought was enough for him to visibly tense. Who were you? Where did you come from? What were your intentions? Were you a visitor just like him? Or did you happen to follow him and his sister with ill intentions? At that he decided that the most reasonable solution would be to simply wait until you wake up, watching from the sidelines.

During the slime fiasco Aether has mentally expanded his list of conclusions: you seemed to not be able to speak or to understand Teyvatian and couldn’t (or didn’t want to, perhaps?) fight of the most primitive creature, opting to run in his direction instead. Being in his head he almost missed what you said after he was done with the hydro slime.

“ Ffght ghjfo fhjffj fht hhkkll Aether!”

Aether

The sword was in his hand in an instant.

***

Hands up in "I surrender, please don't kill me" position you have finally opened your eyes after a few minutes of nothingness.

1) You were still in your stupid dream that was starting to get on your nerves

and 2) You were very thankful that the blonde guy has seemingly decided that holding you hostage was a no-no, however, he was now looking at you expectantly.

You mentally cursed yourself for skipping all of the sign language classes your college provided and decided that the best thing you could muster at that moment were… charades.

Pointing at yourself and then at him you tried to replicate the handshake movement with both of your hands. Was it awkward? Yep. Did you have a choice? No. However the blonde seemed to understand what you meant.

In return, he pointed at you, then on himself saying a single word ‘Aether’.

Oh.

OOOH.

Suddenly everything seemed to have fallen into place for you. Of course he hasn’t introduced himself and you happened to address him by his name. No shit he got suspicious. He was yet to become the known Traveler in Teyvat. Bloody brilliant, mate, you have truly outdone yourself this time.

But why would it matter for a character in your dream? Or… what if it was not a dream? Yeah, well, no.

No.

Looking around you could feel the gentle breeze, hear the soothing sound of waves. Your ankle still stung in the place where the hydro slime attacked you. You could feel the coldness from the steel of a blade when it was at your throat. Paimon and Aether were speaking in a language you didn’t understand.

You could feel the gentle breeze, hear the soothing sound of waves. Your ankle still stung in the place where the hydro slime attacked you. You could feel the coldness from the steel of a blade when it was at your throat. Paimon and Aether were speaking in a language you didn’t understand.

Impossible.

Out of the question.

Just, no.

You were not dreaming of Genshin Impact, you were in Genshin Impact. And by the looks of it you were right at the beginning.  

Dvalin… the Rite od Descension.. Baal.. all the shit that was about to go down in Sumeru. No.

Entertaining the idea of visiting a game universe for a day, was very compelling. But the key words here are “visiting” and “for a day” not “experiencing” and “for God knows how long”.

How do you go back? Can you go back? How long will you be stuck here? What about your loved ones? Would they forget about you? Would they be searching for you? Would they need to hold a funeral… No, just.. No. It would break their hearts. And what if something happens to them while you are gone? And you will never know about it? Who is going to take care of them? And what about your sweet pet? What will happen to them? What about your job? Are you going to be fired? What about your taxes? Your rent? What will happen to your furniture, to your belongings?..

And all of a sudden, settling on a ground, you were breaking apart.

Survive. You would need to survive. No matter what. You would find a way back home. No “if”s and no “buts”. And, yet, being alongside the main protagonist reduced your chances of survival by approximately 99%.

So what were you going to do? You could probably lay low in Mondstadt as you were sure that you could find a job they wouldn’t require any communication on your part, you could even try asking for help from the Knights of Favonius when you have learnt the basics of a language, probably..  

But right now, the best course of action would be getting away from Aether who was already cursed with the “main character” trope.

Shakily getting up from a ground you noticed that the blonde, as well as Paimon, seemed a bit worried about your state. Reasonably, neither of them chose to intervene with your personal Mental Spiral Abyss, but, by the looks of it, they did understand that you have probably had your own realization about this ordeal.

Thumbs up on your part would reassure them enough, right?

Waving your hand at them, you decided to go in the opposite direction, hoping that they would follow the plot. It seemed that they should be heading towards the statue of Anemo Archon?

However, your plans were never destined to come true.

The moment you and Aether turned your backs on each other, several events happened all at once: a bright flash lit up the deserted beach while something yanked you and Aether back to the place that you've just left. Crouching down from the back pain that followed the unexpected landing on the sand, you noticed that your right arm had somehow become.. heavier?

Your gaze dropped to your wrist, which was now decorated with a huge, golden chain. The opposite end of was connected to Aether’s wrist, who also looked absolutely dumbfounded at this new acquisition.

In a blink of an eye the chain connecting your wrists disappeared as quickly as it appeared before.

    - What have you done to me?! , - Aether was justifiably furious. But, buddy, you too were not in the mood to talk right now.

    - Well, you get the same question in return, Golden Boy! I have no idea, you are the one who was travelling through millions of universes before, not me!

    - Sorry to interrupt both of you, but Paimon doesn’t get it: how are you suddenly able to talk to  each other?

and here comes one of the Twists ( ` ω ´ )

I never really understood why the protagonist would suddenly voluntarily drag along a stranger, and how a person who finds themselves in another reality could calmly realize that they may never return home again? so, being the genius that I am, I have solved this issue by.. chaining our heroes to each other

when will I post the next chapter?.. consistency? who is she

[hyruleana-blog]

An idea for a SAGAU

Or it could be just an isekai? SAGAU’s been my comfort hobby for a while now (almost a whole year, yeah). I think it reflects very well that desire many people have of living an adventure in their favorite fantasy world with the characters they love, and that’s why Y/N / Reader is most of the time a big, knowledgeable fan of Genshin Impact, but what about the people who don’t play or even know of this game? Someone like that being transmigrated to the Teyvat has potential for both comedy and angst, I don’t think I have seen many stories of this type.

But let’s be fair and make it 50-50: Could be a story about a huge Genshin player who knows everthing about the story, the characters and is also pretty good at playing it; they have a friend who doesn’t give a f*ck about it and has no clue what it’s about, then one day said friend gets transported to Teyvat, and their family and friends in this world freak out when they go missing, but the player discovers their friend has become a playable character in the game, thus they are the one who guides them throughout the story and this dangerous, beautiful magical world. 

An if you want to throw a little bit of SAGAU creator on top, the characters might believe the transported friend is an envoy from the Creator,  then be amazed/jealous that their beloved deity is this outlander’s friend.

If anyone is interested in making a whole story of this, even if it’s short, please let me know cause I will 101% read it.

[thatdeadaquarius]

I was playing Genius Invocation yesterday, but out of nowhere this idea came to me like tge whispers of an old god.

How would the characters react to knowing they are the creator's favorite card? (Mine are Beidou and Ningguang, but if you are confortable, I would like to know yours as well)

AHDAALLL I HAVENT PLAYED TGI CARD GAME ENOUGH!! SO FOR NOW I RLLY LOVE THE WAY CYNO AND KAEYA'S ART LOOKS (tho diluc does look shmall in his hehe)

Thank you for your patience!! Sorry this is SO FUCKING late :0 and if it’s bad! i havent rlly liked my writing the past couple pieces, so i stuck with some fun headcanons i thought of while kicking me feet and twirling my hair over this question hehehe

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only)

Planet: General SAGAU/Isekai Stuff :)

Orbit: Headcanons

Stars: Beidou, Ningguang, Kaeya, Cyno

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing & Trigger Warnings: None Known.

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Beidou:

BIGGEST EGO BOOSTS OF HER LIFE LMAO

SHE WOULD LITERALLY SUBTLY FLEX EVERYTIME UR AROUND IM CRYINGGG

Every fucking port knows she’s a favored one, every goddamn pirate knows it atp, hell maybe even some abyss monsters at sea too-

(Kazuha’s happy for her, but also lowkey jealous)

literally got one of her cards framed and hung in her captain’s quarters, and insisted you sign it omfg-

Ningguang isnt surprised tbh, (she knows u like strong women lol)

Ningguang:

…she gives one of the most smug smirks of her entire fucking life.

All of Liyue is gushing for her, not that she isn’t also excited on the inside, she’s just more proud than anything on the outside/for appearances

Literally set up a whole date meeting that felt like it was about to turn into a goddamn wedding proposal

I’m talking giving handcarved furniture, household necessities but they’re in pretty colors that all match (like a gold tea kettle, gold throw blanket, etc.)

Full nine-yards different kinds of teas, cakes, and all accustomed to your taste

so if u dislike super sweet stuff there are more savory items, the teas can be more bitter, or if u love sweets, this woman is giving you a bakery basically every day for nearly 2 weeks, u dont have enough space in the cabinet for all these teas- help-

Kaeya:

so fucking smug on the outside, def brags about it in Angel’s Share and he’ll only just be tipsy he’s so fucking excited to talk abt it

whenever conversations end or get a lull, he just, “So anyway, our All-Powerful Guide, really likes my TCG card, maybe even above yours, Diluc…”

pls stop him he’s annoying Diluc, and slowly other patrons 😭 (there are bar rules posted on the wall, and Diluc adds one, not for the first time, specifically for Kaeya to stop talking about TCG while in the bar LMAO)

Now all Kaeya has to do is just pull out his card (cough he’s constantly got it in his pocket, the one he asked u to sign cough)

Rosaria just looks the other way like if she can’t see it it’s not real, Diluc will literally be in the middle of making a drink for one of them and just leave it halfdone and attend to somebody else, Venti’s eye twitches-

and the entire bar just groans too LMAOOO

(have a meme I made just for you <3 )

Cyno:

oh no.

Look what you’ve done, you’ve seduced the General Mahamatra!!

Take responsibility, play TCG with him every time you see him now lmao, the only reason all of Sumeru knows you like his card (which makes it all that more desirable to ppl who do play, and collectors)

is bc he talked to Tighnari about it for hourssss, and then it made it’s way down the grapevine, and if they didn’t find out that way, the other was just seeing the usually stern and formidable General Mahamatra nearly vibrate out of his headpiece when you come near him every time you visit

Cyno weirdly gains like, 20x the luck when ur either playing against him, or sitting watching him play someone else, he’s struggling to find partners tbh bc “you’re my lucky charm? Of course I’m winning more.”

When you initially told him about him being one of ur fav cards, he literally looked like there was a loading sign over his head… Then proceeded to nearly break your ribs hugging you so hard, and nearly take ur eye out with the ears on his headpiece lol

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Sorry if all my writings shit for these past 2 posts! Idk im just thinking its not so good rn and idk how to fix it-

anyway I’ve started playing Breath of the Wild over the past like 2-3 months I think, and it’s amazingggg

I may or may not be both getting gender envy and also a huge crush on Link help-

Safe Travels Wandering Lantern,

💀♒

♡the beloveds♡

An iced coffee? For me??

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[bamboowrites]

Immortality

AU: Genshin SAGAU Isekai, Creator!Reader has their religion

Genre: Bittersweet, in between fluff and angst

Characters: You and unnamed Genshin NPCs

Content Warning: assumed Religion is present, mentions of human death and life, loss and succession

A/N: writing practise, may expand upon, depends!

They rejoiced, spun in circles as they pranced like deer and dresses flourished under the sun.

Your gargoyle pair looks on, somehow stoic and rocklike despite being soft to the touch. All three of you feel the warmth through the shimmering carriage veil, dyed into rainbows and bubbles.

As it loops on, the people change; their descendants succeed each one of them. The dance recoloured, unrecognisable if not for the same spirited fingertips, extended excitedly towards you in perpetual invitation. It still makes your mind blank for a bit whenever they await your response.

You try not to sink in your memory of the first fiesta. Your gargoyles, at least, will always be here as you shall live; their same cold yet gentle nudges keep you at bay when you turn away, mind wandering back to the swaying braids, face caressed in the embrace of floating dandelions.

You guide them into another spin as the laughter raises with the playful seas.

[blu3pers]

What are the Chances? (Ch. 1)

The Diving Reflex

Summary: You are now the respected leader of the Fukahire Gang. Your reputation precedes you, in both good ways and bad.

Love Interests: Beidou, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Keqing, Ningguang, Shenhe, Yanfei, Yelan, Zhongli, Itto, Kazuha, Ayaka, Ayato, Sara, Shinobu, Kokomi, Thoma, Yoimiya, Tartaglia, Signora

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Warnings: Smoking, slight drowning, choking

   That was a few years ago. You had gotten used to your kind of business and there hasn’t been a challenge or protest since that fight, fearful that they would wind up with the same fate. You didn't blame them. After all, if lighting were to strike you, you knew that you would survive.

   You were currently doing business with the Fatui and the Northland Bank. They wanted to expand their name into Liyue, and you happen to own the apartment they wanted to open in. Though technically, it wasn’t yours. It belonged to a past client, who lost it in a gamble. However, you were beginning to grow bored of these endless meetings.

   “I’d be more than happy to welcome the bank under my name,” you said with a cheery whistle that was too friendly to be welcoming. “However, this won’t come for free, ya know.”

   “Of course! That is to be expected!” replied the harbinger in front of you.

   You recognized him immediately when you first met. He had requested an audience with you when your assistant was working one day and you were off the clock. Though you haven't played the game for years, you could still recognize those who were playable almost instantly. The tall man in front of you was none other than Tartaglia himself. His bright auburn hair was very noticeable to you. You knew that you needed to accept this, otherwise, there’d be an issue in the game’s storyline. You pondered on that for a bit. Could you possibly alter the story in some way? What would happen if you did so? Would the traveler's fate change? You pushed the thoughts aside for now. Even if you were lucky, you refused to gamble with that possibility.

   You’ve lived in this world for quite a while now. This was practically your life. You snapped your fingers for your assistant. 

   “Lingxin, a cigarette please.”

   The young woman to your right did as she was told. Her light brown hair was pale, almost blonde, and was tied in a loose bun that stayed on one side while the other covered a part of her porcelain face. Her eyes were dark brown and framed by a monocle that was clipped to her clothes. The clothing she wore was professional yet formal, trimmed with golden fabric. It was a uniform that you made when you were a teen so you could differentiate the gang members and their ranks. 

   Despite her dress, you knew she kept a hidden weapon with her at all times. She was dancing a dangerous tango by being in your affairs. You warned her of such when she first applied to be your assistant, yet that was a trait that you respected about her. She must've been the only person who got to be in your personal space and be confident.

   The woman pulled out a cigarette from seemingly nowhere and placed it between your held-out fingers. Without even looking, you heard the flicker of a lighter and another click when it closed. You brought the freshly lit roll to your mouth and deeply inhaled. You sighed out, slowly opening your eyes to look at the young war bringer in front of you, who seemed in deep concentration by your own simple actions. There were two times when you smoked; during meetings and during gambles.

   “Well, Mr. Tartaglia, it seems you and I will need to come to an agreement,” you said. “Because of your… military background, I’ll need to up the pricing for quite a bit. Surely, a man of your caliber can handle the raise.”

   He nodded without a second thought. “I wouldn’t mind that at all! However, you’ll have to ask a colleague before we make any finalities.” 

   You tried your best to remember who he was referring to. Was it Zhongli or Signora? Either way, you kept your on the poised facade in front of Childe.

   “Then what use was this meeting?” you hissed with a sudden impatience. “Consider this warning, Tartaglia. Waste my time again, and even the Tsaritsa won't save you.”

   The drop of formality was a surprise but it still stirred something within the ginger. He was speechless. Your glare caught him off-guard and for once, he wasn't sure what to do.

   “As you wish,” he finally said with a deep breath.

   You took in another puff but with less patience. “Boss,” you breathed out. “You call me, ‘Boss.’ Nothing more, nothing less, Tartaglia. You'll be working under my roof, which makes me your boss. Got it?”

   “As you wish, Boss.” Childe seemed to be one nerve away from a complete overload yet you brushed it off.

   You chuckled and relaxed in your seat at his response. You could've sworn you saw his breath hitch. “Good job,” you praised before turning to your assistant. “Lingxin, give me the time.”

   “Your scheduled lunch break is within ten minutes,” she informed as she glanced over at you from her pocket watch. “Your usual meal will be ready in a few minutes in the cafeteria.”

   You thanked her and everyone else for their time before standing up, adjusting your clothes, and then walking out the doors with pride. You put aside the excited gleam in Childe’s eyes. Knowing his true nature behind that friendly attitude, you were wise enough to keep him on his toes and keep him away at arm's length. You passed by the kitchen of your headquarters to pick up your lunch from the chef and then left to eat it elsewhere.

   If you were being honest, your favorite time of the day was your mealtimes. It was the only time when you could be left alone without expectations, and although you could adjust your schedule to have more free time, you knew that would make you neglectful of your responsibilities. Besides, you could only take so much isolation before feeling a heavy loneliness settle inside.

   At the moment, you were going down to the docks where you could feed the fish. It was the reason why you had bread crumbs mixed in with your lunch bag. As you threw out the crumbs, you felt something move in your jacket, tickling you with its scampering and fur.

   “Heh. Violet, please,” you muttered quietly. “You’re gonna make me laugh.”

   A purple weasel popped out of your sleeve and clung to your wrist as she reached out to the piece of bread you were holding. Violet was a Bluethunder weasel you had adopted from a trip down in the Chasm. She was a hungry girl and hasn’t left your side since you gave her some food that one time. Rather than sending her back to where she came from, you've kept her with you. She was your little lucky charm.

   You spent the next half hour simply watching the fish and eating your food. There was something oddly mesmerizing when watching animals eat and it put your mind at ease to be caring for something. That’s when you heard footsteps run towards you from across the start of the docks. The clumsy treading of boots could be heard from the creaky wooden planks and they leaned against the post to pant for air. You knew who it was and what they were here for, yet you remained still as you kept your eyes on Violet, watching her nibble on a piece of fish you had just given her.

   “What seems to be so urgent that you needed to interrupt feeding time, Haijun?” you coldly asked.

   After your question, you heard him suddenly straighten up, standing firmly with his hands to his sides like a soldier.

   “W-We were having difficulties labeling the cargo for the next shipment, B-Boss,” he stammered. "None of our officers were near so we... h-had to call for you."

   Before he could get another word in, you interrupted him by putting one hand up slowly. “Does this happen to be involving the shipment of herbs that need to go to the pharmacy and the farm, Haijun?”

   “…Y-Yes, Boss. We can’t figure out which ones are for the farms and which ones go to Bubu.”

   You put the hand down and pinched the bridge of your nose out of annoyance. “Tell your crew that I’ll be there eventually. I swear to the archons if this is a waste of my time, I’ll have you thrown to the Geovishap.”

   Although you have yet to actually do such a thing, you did hold a man above the cave. You had to leave an impression on your underlings after all.

   “T-This isn’t like last time, Boss! Our labels were mixed up at the farms and we need you to sort it out,” he reasoned.

   You opened your jacket to let Violet into your pocket and got up. You carried yourself with a dignified posture as you walked past the grunt, who stayed behind you out of both fear and respect.

   You passed by the workmen without sparing a glance. You spent your lunch breaks at the docks and they’d often see you. However, they never bothered you because of your reputation. As you were about to go past the usual food vendors, you heard a panicked cry and someone coughing frantically. You turned your head to the source as soon as you heard people starting to grow louder with worry.

   The crowd began to surround something but it still parted as you approached as if your aura alone carried a heaviness that anyone could feel. A child was choking on some food and his mother kept trying to hit his back, trying to get whatever was out of his airway. You had a poker face on as you analyzed the situation before deciding on what to do.

   “Haijun, go find a physician or someone in the medical,” you ordered. “Specifically for children if you can.”

   Hu Tao was going around door-to-door as usual, trying to promote her business. However, the growing crowd in the food market is what drew her attention.

   She tried to squeeze past the bystanders, only to be pushed back with a stumble. But then she heard some people scream, calling out for the Millelith as someone was doing… something. She could hardly see because of these people...

   “Someone get the guards!” a woman shouted. “They’re going to drown my son!”

   “Shut the fuck up! I’m not!” another voice argued. "Just let me do my thing, woman!"

   The mob of people started to disperse from the scene, though a few still lingered. At the canals, Hu Tao managed to see that there were two people in the canals. Both of them were drenched with water but the one in formal clothes was holding onto someone else. A young child, to be specific, and he was being held by the shoulders to be shoved into the waters, struggling to stay conscious. The woman who shouted for the guards was most likely the mother.

   That’s when the director realized who was keeping the child underwater. The notorious leader of the Fukahire Gang? Was this personal business? Though she had never seen them in person, she had heard rumors of their questionable motives.

   “Step aside! Everyone keep away!”

   As if on cue, the gang had shown up, pushing people away from the three. However, Hu Tao managed to stay to the side and continue to watch what was going on.

   “We came as soon as we can, Boss!”

   You were not drowning this lady’s son. You struggled to get the lady off you as you dunked the boy’s head into the canal. The water was cold and you guessed that the kid was barely five. The Heimlich maneuver wouldn’t work because he was too small and he was clearly too old to try hitting him on the back.

   You continued to keep his head down under the cold canal water. Hoshi has taught you this thing. The Diving Reflex. The younger the person, the more likely it would react. The colder the water, then the better it would work. Sure, you were getting your clothes wet in the process, but you were saving this kid’s life. You were doing whatever was best in the moment, relying completely on your instincts.

   The chances of this working were slim but you were willing to take it.

   When your underlings came back, you had pulled him up from the water, shoving the lady off you in the process, and ordered them on what to do. The boy’s mother was still sitting in the water, confused by what you were doing.

   “His airway is obstructed.” You were about to hand the unconscious child to one of them. “Remove it via forceps.”

   “We brought a med kit, Boss!” 

   You perked up at this. “Ah. Well, I'll lay him on the nearest table and keep track of his pulse as I take it out.”

   You worked fast, rolling up your sleeves and turning to the mother. You grabbed the forceps and ordered your men to keep people away. You closed your eyes as you tried to locate the thing choking him. It didn’t take long to take out the dumpling he was previously blocking his throat with the forceps. Once you were done, you went back to the frantic mother, who kept looking over your shoulder.

   “He’s fine now, but take him for an emergency checkup.” You handed her a business card. “Just hand that to whoever at the pharmacy and they’ll help you right away.”

   “W-Wait what?” she mumbled as she took it. Then she looked back down at her son, who was now breathing perfectly fine despite being in wet clothes. “B-But you were just drowning him!”

   You scowled and shot her a glare to promptly shut her up. She would’ve froze on the spot if you didn’t order her to move. You pushed past everyone before the Millelith showed up, leaving the scene of what just went down. You felt Violet scamper up to sniff your damp chin. Her purple and cream fur was all ruffled from the recent water fight.

   “Yes, I know. I’ll get you somewhere warm.”

   The next day, you had decided to make your lunch break longer. Your assistant didn’t mind as she understood that what happened made you a bit peeved. Although you stayed calm on the outside, you were screaming internally. What you just did may or may not drastically change things. Were you supposed to let that kid choke like it was nothing? You drew so much attention but you had taught yourself that the gang leader was supposed to be elusive and mysterious. 

   Violet squeaked as she scurried to sit on your shoulder, leaning over to sniff your face. Her whiskers tickled your cheeks and you couldn’t help but giggle at how they danced over your skin.

   “What kind of weasel is that?” 

   Your heart suddenly fell and you clicked your tongue, telling your weasel friend to go back into your pocket. You took a second to compose yourself.

   “Ms. Hu, what an unusual question,” you said rather calmly. “What are you doing here?”

   “Ohoho! You aren’t getting away that easily. So you’re the leader of that gang that’s been lingering around the harbor?” She plopped herself right next to you, swaying her legs above the water. “Also, don’t call me that. You make me sound like an old lady.”

   Hu Tao leaned over to get a better look at you. You didn’t move or pull away, keeping calm and tossing more crumbs into the water for the fish. She watched the various colorful fish pop out to the surface like a child in amazement. You couldn’t hide the little twitch of your mouth from quirking up, a small smile that was barely noticeable. One glance at the funeral director told you that she was trustworthy.

   “Did you need something from me, Hu Tao?” you repeated as you pulled out a bit of chicken from your lunch bag. This time you handed it to Violet, letting her pop her little head out from your jacket.

   The brunette giggled as she saw your weasel friend. “So my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me! You really did pop out a purple weasel! Who would’ve thought that a tough gang leader like you would have been a softie to animals?”

   You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I’m not heartless, Tao. I’ll toss some bread to some and spare some Mora to others…”

   “And you’ll steal potential clients from my parlor?” she hummed. She turned to you, drifting away from Violet. “Why did you keep that boy in the water? Were you trying to drown him for a bit or do you like toying with life?”

   That last part of the question was dripping with a hidden disdain so you knew not to choose the latter. You bought some time by handing over another chunk of meat to Violet. The weasel moved to sit on your lap. “It’s called the Diving Reflex,” you stated. “You keep your nose and face under water while holding your breath. It’s a psychological response that prioritizes oxygen to vital organs and regulates that heart rate. The kid’s alive now but it isn’t something that’s reliable. Any option to save him was risky. But, I was able to buy time till I could get help with the method.”

   “His chances for living were slim either way, you say?” 

   You nodded. His chances of any sort of survival were low, yet you managed to beat those odds through a mere gamble.

   Hu Tao squinted her scarlet eyes as if she was trying to get a read on you. “Hmm. You really are something!”

   You rolled your eyes once more. “I’m not a heartless asshole, Hu Tao. I wasn’t going to turn a blind eye to someone possibly dying. I get that people see me that way because I gamble with my business and I don’t care.”

   The two of you sat together in peace before she suddenly asked you yet another question.

   “So what happened to yesterday’s suit? Did you throw it out?” she joked.

   You clicked your tongue and frowned. “Don’t be ridiculous. I would never waste such an expensive suit. I merely donated it after cleaning it…”

   The last part caught her off-guard so she questioned you about it, which proceeded for you to explain how you worked. You didn’t give her crucial details but you told her enough to keep her interested. Rather than getting rid of old clothes via disposal, you donated them to charity. Of course, you had your friendlier underling do it because who in Liyue would accept any sort of gift from you. Either way, you were done with it.

   When you explained this to her, you noticed that the director somewhat relaxed around you, almost softening up. But you did have to leave eventually.

   You whistled for Violet to hop back into your pocket. She licked her paws for a bit before scampering to her spot. You left Hu Tao at the end of the docks without saying anything, but as you were going to walk away, you stopped. You didn’t know much about her as a person or character, despite being playable, but you did know that she was supposed to be a cheery and mischievous person, despite her unpopularity with the natives. Now that you thought about it, it was always hard to escape rumors. Maybe that’s why you had such a mixed background… and why you felt a kinship with her.

   “You are welcome to sit with me again tomorrow,” you hesitantly offered. “I don’t mind your company.”

   And that’s how you made a friend. Hu Tao would show up on your lunch break during the next few days, idly striking up conversations that usually started if you made her any new clients or lost her some, or asking if you could pop the weasel, to which then you’d let your weasel friend climb out for her own feeding time. The two got along quickly.

   Her dark humor and corny puns never failed to make you smile. Though you hardly ever laughed, she seemed fine with it. You didn't wanna completely let your guard down. But you did find your sudden friendship rather heartwarming.

   However, while you viewed your interactions as platonic, Hu Tao didn't. Her infatuation grew fast. It started out as a little ember, a very subtle warmth with you but clearly visible if you were gone. She thought that she could ignore it for a bit to simply enjoy her time together with you. After all, both of you were social outcasts so making a friend was hard, though for different reasons on each end. People didn't enjoy her pranks and she would bother the locals for certain deals for her parlor. As for you, the locals were quite honestly afraid of you and your reputation alone. Although some didn't seem to mind, most of them did and would deliberately go some other direction just to avoid your path. Yet Hu Tao couldn't care less merely because you tolerated her and her antics.

   "Seriously, the last person from yesterday didn't even open his door!" she whined as she leaned her back against yours. 

   You handed her an entire piece of bread. "Hm. Would you like me to turn him into one of your clients?" 

   Hu Tao swung herself around to sit next to you, not noticing a dark shadow move from under the docks. You picked up on it immediately but didn't warn her. She giggled at your dry joke. "Nah. Then that would be too many clients for us! And although I wanna advertise my business," she was speaking with her hands, moving the one with bread around above the water, "I don't need that many custo-!"

   Just as you were expecting, a fish had decided to be bold and jump up to get the food from Hu Tao's hand directly. She nearly shrieked from it but the fish had managed to pull her into the water with its weight. The two managed to splash water on you as they went diving in. The sudden look of surprise on her face was what got you to smile clearly. When she came gasping up to the surface for air, her hat was heavy, soaked with water and making it off on her head. You urgently helped her back up, keeping your gleeful expression. But as you stood beside each other, you looked closely at her. She was completely drenched. Her hat drooped on her as she tried to fix it, and that's what made the dam burst. The sight of her hat dipping on the corner of her head and the way her twintails sadly hung behind her.

   You couldn't stop yourself from laughing at what just happened. The memory replayed in your mind. You were finally completely comfortable around her and your contagious joy came to you with ease, no longer caring about the things around you. That burst of unrestrained laughter was the final nail in the coffin that made Hu Tao realize that she was absolutely whipped for you. Her heart practically fluttered at the sight of your giddy grin. Thank the archons you were too busy laughing to notice her hiding her flustered flush.

[sobercoffee415]

Sagau! but ?

You are the divine creator, no being in all of Teyvat can dispute your divinity.

Although as one of your acolytes and the geo archon he cannot comprehend the complexities of your mind.

You, the lovable dumbass that you are. Gotten to a little habit of talking with Zhongli about different topics whenever you're free or had nothing to do.

One of the topics that you and the geo archon stumbled upon is relationships.

You ranted on and on about the possibility of relationships and things you'd do with your significant other.

Now you're current predicament. There are many different stacks of letters upon your desk.

All are Love letters or Marriage proposals.

"Something troubling you, Your Grace?" Zhongli asked as he stood beside you.

"There are quite a lot of...letters" You hesitate as he seemed too happy.

"Ah... Yes, you don't have to hesitate. Your Grace, may have as many concubines as you'd like." He smiled as you could only sigh and slump to the ground.

[saigawrites]

Rescue ranger on their way!

Seelie! Genshin characters x Platonic! Gn! Reader

Tags : fluff, crack, scenarios.

Warnings : mentions of crying, cursing

Summary : Genshin characters get isekaed into our world, but as seelies. Waking up in an shady alley, they were lucky enough to find you, or you to find them.

They genuinely didn't know how have the events turned out like this. Currently, they were in as they assumed, a seelie form, and in a whole other universe. They got that just from opening their eyes. Everything was so extremely detailed, exaggeratedly textured and completely unfamiliar to them. They tried to take out their weapons to protect themselves from any possible threat, but found out that they got rid of their hands. Arms and legs and other body parts in general. All that was left from them was their mind, their conciousness, as they were trapped in a fluid blob body, more similar to a circle. Fear have awakened in their instincts, and they worriedly and carefully levitated around, studying the environment.

They stumbled upon you :

Panic took over their body the instant they opened their eyelids. Not even having the time to process the situation, the instantly flew from their spot, bumping into some random things first, then finally getting their sense of balance after some painful hits. They wanted to escape whatever area they were in fast, flowing through long alley between buildings to the street lit up by the night lights. But, as they were about to be free, you were about to pass by and took a direct hit by a surprisingly strong aura blob. That happened to be the last hit they could take, as they blackened out and fell into your bag.

Kaveh, Mika, Itto, Yoimiya, Amber, Chongyun, Bennet, Barbara.

You stumbled upon them :

They froze in their spot from confusion, as their mind couldn't process any information given to them in the period of them opening their eyes and adjusting their view. Their body refused to move, as all they could think was "What". While their mind was somewhere in space, travelling with stars and meteors, you noticed a brightly colored orb casually sitting on an alley floor. You thought the whole image in front of you was questionable, but your body seemingly moved on it's own, getting dangerously close to the unknown object. Kneeling down to it's level, you with massive second thoughts muttered "what a strange thing" and proceded to pick up the blob and put it inside your bag.

Thoma, Dehya, Al-haitam, Tignari, Shenhe, Kokomi, Ayaka, Rosaria, Mona, Diluc, Xiangling, Xingqui.

They snuggled inside a box in fear and you heard their cries :

Fear and horror overtook their body, as they trembled underneath the unfriendly landscape. The fact that they were now smaller, and couldn't protect themselves didn't help either. Their non-existent heart seemed to race as they looked around, and saw a small entrance into some tight space. Finding no other good shelter, they hesitantly entered the carbon box and snuggled themselves in the corner. They can't help but let out quiet cries, as their squeaks had an irregular tone. You, taking a walk late at night heard the cries of something small in the distance, and rushed over to help whatever creature was in trouble. Though, you didn't expect to see a pretty colored circle with ears, stuffed inside a box and shaking violently. Flashing them a warm smile, you carefully reached out your hand, seeing if the sentient balloon would response. Them, seeing your kind gesture, instinctively bolted from their shelter into you arms, nuzzling deep into your hoodie. You couldn't help but yelp a little, but then gaining your composure, you gently put them in your bag and headed home.

Wanderer, Ganyu, Fischl, Sucrose.

They explored around with cautiousness :

They are not usually the ones to give panic or fear control of their body. They reacted calmly to the situation, trying their best not to worry too much. Afterall, they are still strong, even if they don't have their weapons, and have turned into a seelie, right? Silently floating around the area and carefully studying the objects, they tried to locate where they were and what to do from now on. Peeking out slightly into the street from one of the buildings walls, they met your gaze and quickly backed away. Nervously searching for a hiding spot, they were met with the grasp of your hands, holding them firmly as they felt fear in their gut. But, seeing as you gently turned them to face you, attentively examining their features and form, and then smiling at them and saying "What on earth are you?" They couldn't help but feel safeness for the first time in this day. Maybe, just maybe, you are actually not bad.

Wanderer, Shinobu, Yunjin, Gorou, Raiden, Kujou Sara, Aether, Lumine, Eola, Yanfei, Xiao, Xinyan, Keqing, Jean, Razor, Noelle, Kayea, Beidou, Cyno.

They explored around with amusement :

They are fearless bastards, barely having anything threatening in their own world, they think they can fly around safely in a whole another planet. They spectate their surroundings with amazement or amusement, as they find the scenery interesting. They probably have already thought about this kind of thing, floating careless as a seelie, without a worry in mind. First they were only met with walls and trash that seemed gigantic to them, until you caught their perepherrial vision. They rushed towards your direction, sneakily burying themselves in the bag you were holding. You, dense and unknowing you, didn't even notice their genius plan and intentions, as you strolled back home from the store with noise-canceling earphones.

Baizhu, Zhongli, Heizou, Yelan, Ayato, Yae miko, Kazuha, Hu Tao, Albedo, Childe, Venti, Ninguang, Lisa.

Ahhhh is this long? Idk. But, this is my apology for the short-ass continuation of the previous fic😁. Wanderer has two tropes because I couldn't decide which one suited him the most🤔.