#lyney is sad

[jar-of-maise]

She takes his hands gently, cradling them in a manner that made Lyney unsure of how to respond. Those hands could never lie. They shook with an awful tremble, like the last flutter of a dying butterfly's wings.

“I’m sorry for loving you,” she says softly, her eyes filled with unshed tears. 

That was the burden of the unsaid, you never once thought that nightmares could be dreams too, until they were there in front of you.

Dread settles in Lyney's chest, it drops like a heavy stone into a still pond, sliding in without resistance. It sinks to the bottom of his chest where it's weight aches with a dull pain, “Don’t say that," he clears his throat awkwardly, "please, don’t say that.”

She stares back at him, unseen dread haunting her dull eyes, “What?”

Lyney swallows thickly, his breath shuddering in his chest, rattling like fragile marbles in a glass container, “don’t say things like that,” he whispers.

She drops his hands, where they hang like dead weights. She searches his eyes for something she can't find, for something she won't find. It was like the sun, desperately trying to reach the moon, yet finding only it's reflection in the burning daylight, “Things like what?”

She does not want to know the answer to that question. But a burning sensation compells her to ask. Perhaps, with a single word, an entire tragedy could be rewritten.

Looking at Lyney now, she knows that the feeling is mutual. That is an awful realisation to come to, she turns her head away to avoid looking in the mirror.

Lyney, the other half of her, the mirror that she never needed to look in. Lyney, who was the only one who could attune to her soul. Her Lyney who had never been lost for words like he was now, who'd never fumbled or been uncertain.

"Things like what?" She cries, when met with silence. Her hands twitch uncontrollably, and then she's lunging forwards her hands reaching out like desperate claws which latch onto Lyney's shoulders.

These hands of hers were gentle, they were kind. So now, seized by grief as they were, her fingers could not quite grasp the hatred that she wanted them to.

They were strangers to force yet they exerted a violence that was comparable to a monster, "tell me!" It's not a scream, by the time the words drag out of her mouth, it's a mangled, broken tangle of words.

"It's not fair, it's not fair," she says hoarsely, "why do you- you can't-You don't get to do this to me!" She yells, and it's a sound that wretches at Lyney's heart.

"Answer me! What things?! What things shouldn't I say?" Her hands were not made for violence, they were crafted with love in mind. But they tightened on Lyney's shoulders, trembling all throughout.

“Things,” Lyney finally chokes, blinded with tears, “that make it sound like loving me was a mistake,” his hands reach up clumsily, with none of the dexterity or reflex they usually moved with.

She was silent, tears streamed down her face in long, ugly rivers. They fractured her face and drew shadows across her face that did not belong there.  

“It’s not a mistake. This wasn't a mistake,” Lyney whispers desperately, not trusting his voice, yet continuing treacherously.

This is a one way path, a lonely dark road with no return tickets, “you loved Lyney, just plain Lyney. You would never lie," he pauses as his voice wavers, "you didn’t take me by accident, you chose me…didn’t you?” 

“I don’t know,” she admits, lowering her head, she had never admitted defeat. Giving up was not an option, yet she could not conquer this mountain. The shadow of its height, and sheer slopes rendered the fire in her heart cold and frigid.

“I don’t know you. Do I really love Lyney? Who was I in love with?” She asks herself, there is no reply.

This is another question that she doesn't want to know the answer to. But perhaps there is no answer, she's left grasping for strings that have already been broken. The gray cannot be defined, nor described, and in the face of such uncertainty, she doesn't know what to do.

Neither does the magician standing before her. His face is the image of forced apathy, like a puppet with no strings.

"Lyney..." Regret, and immutable yearning surge into her chest, where they mix together like a tapestry woven wrong. The strings are tangled, and the only remaining option is to cut the fabric entirely.

"Perhaps the greatest tragedy of it all is, the more I talk to you, the less I know of you..."

[arisewanekosuki]

Genshin White Day 2024

Pictures and messages under cut! 💖

"The weather has been rather sorry of late, and we've had more patients coming in as a consequence. Most have been suffering from wind-cold dampness, presumably because they haven't been looking after themselves properly..." "Thinking of you and your outdoor escapades, I was worried that you might have been neglecting your health too. So, seeing as I had some free time today, I decided to come over and check in on you." "It seems like my concerns were misplaced, though. Despite how long it's been since we last saw one another, you're still looking as healthy and energetic as ever." "...Instead of just rabbiting on like this, will you hurry up and hand it over! I've already fallen asleep and woken up again, but somehow the cake you were planning on giving the Traveler is still in your hand!" (Artwork by カネンゴミ)

"Here, take my hand and look this way. Three, two, one—— Oh, the magic trick worked! Thank you for your outstanding cooperation. Now, sweetie, I'd like to invite you to pick a chocolate and pop it in your mouth. Whichever one you choose, I guarantee you it'll taste better than you can imagine~" (Artwork by DSマイル) (Little fun fact, Lyney in Chinese says"小甜心" (Little sweetheart), and in Japanese "ハニー" (Honey) :3c)

"Judging from your expression... you haven't forgotten me, have you? What do you mean by "Abyss Lectors all look the same, come back in human form"? ...It seems the farewell gift I gave you at our last parting failed to leave a strong enough impression. I even went out of my way to pick some lovely flowers for you this time. But our Highness knows not of my coming, so I can't help you pass on any messages. So, do you think you can forgive me at last? Oh, come now! Lower your weapon and let's talk this over..." (They didn't put name of the artists under this one so I assume it was drew by official artists working for Hoyo)

[roseaffogato]

Hacked!Kaveh

The recent Kaveh hack/glitch is insane and I had to draw something for it so have Hacked!Kaveh

[venti-death-watch]

arlecchino & venti may both have their own personal views on freedom, but they’re absolutely not the same. idk why i keep seeing people saying they’re so similar

venti’s ideal of freedom isn’t an earned freedom in the way arle’s is. i keep seeing people say it is, but. he wasn’t the one over them? he was support. they decided they wanted freedom on their own, and fought for it. then he chose not to rule over them because they didn’t want him as a ruler like that and wanted to make their own decisions. he’ll help them whenever they’re having trouble, but ultimately, they’re deciding what they want for themselves and doing it. he’s just there to help

arlecchino actively keeps the house of hearth kids in the house and doesn’t let them leave in pain of death/painful memory removal. she may talk about freedom, but she’s also making them decide between potential death via her blade or potential death via the memory stuff if they want to leave. she’s the one actively deciding what freedom means for them, and deciding that they need to fight & be strong for it. yeah, she says she likes conviction over strength, but that’s only true like, ideologically. she let the trio off because she’s interested in their development and wants to see where lyney takes the house. she still makes them fight for their choices/potential freedoms

neither of them are bad characters or anything, and quite honestly i prefer arle being morally darker than the others. it has much better storyline follow through than ei’s. but whyyyy are you trying to defang her. she’s more fun this way

[tratserenoyreve]

tiny child living in poverty turns out to be incredibly gifted with working on clockwork machines after being left alone at home for so long that taking apart and reassembling old broken things was all he had to occupy himself. seeing how happy his mother is when he succeeds in repairing a mechanism motivates him to do it again and again, not fully understanding that his mother is now selling these items to help them get by, just knowing that he'd do anything to have her smile.

only for it to not be enough to get his family out of debt. finds himself being walked to the doorstep of an unfamiliar house, his mother telling him to be good, and then he is left. told for years by the orphanage owner that he was abandoned because he wasn't wanted, breaking him down by harming him and having him harm others to "prove" that he has any worth.

then, the new "Father" takes over. everyone is still expected to prove their worth but it is loyalty to the family that takes priority. she hands him a familiar music playing locket, taken back from scum and specially retrieved for him, and he realizes it's the one item he repaired that his mother had never sold, had cherished. had kept even after leaving him, because she had wished for him to live knowing she likely would not. and it's covered in her blood.

and he keeps it.

[infinizero]

What if Father adopted every single sad child in the hoyoverse?

Hoyo stop traumatizing these characters and making us love them

[r4ven321]

lyney x fem!reader (masterlist + ch.4, ch.5, ch.6) 𓆩♣️𓆪 here with me

Lyney woke up. Back at the House of the Hearth. Back at 'home'.

He was back. Here. Without you.

╔══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╗ post i: welcome to wonderland post ii: down the rabbit hole post iii: a tea party most wondrous 𓆩♡𓆪 INTERMISSION chapter iv: garden of red roses chapter v: the courtroom chapter vi: just a dream ╚══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╝

﹒⪩⪨﹒wc: 3,319 (total. 500-800 words per ch) ﹒⪩⪨﹒requests: open ﹒⪩⪨﹒synopsis: A cute and sad fic based on Wonderland about a year-long relationship between fatui!reader and Lyney. contains an even amount of fluff, angst, and comedy and a whopping amount of 0% smut and archive warnings! I know! Amazing! ﹒⪩⪨﹒a/n: friendly reminder you can click the chapter index to go between chapters for the people who think there's only one chapter. I know you guys exist. tumblr loves short chapters so i kept the chapters below 1k words. I'm at a hotel as of writing this so that's that?

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

blorbos from my shows and scrimblos from my games...

[fischlcatgirl]

whats up gamers. i am once again thinking about lyney and lynette. because ok. they were probably named their matchy names when they were born. but i think its just so much funnier if one of them changed their name. esp if it was out of transness. lyney transitions and he's like. i dont like my old name but we're twins right what if i just take yours. and then we match. or lynette transitions and lyney is like hey you can just have my name but the girl version and lynette says ok. whatever call me anything i do not care but secretly.... she does care. she thinks its sweet.

WAIT EVEN FUNNIER AND CUTER. they are both trans and they switched. they tell each other theyre trans and go ok well we already have two perfectly good names right here!! and they swap it up :)

[merakiui]

the love of my life who is within 11m. :D

[stelliferousduo]

@reflective-muses said: ❝I made you some tea.❞ ll Sickness starters (Accepting!)

"Oh? Won't Lynette get upset at you for having 'tea time' without her? Well, at least it's just the drink. If there was dessert as well, she would not forgive you."

She may be a little under the weather right now, but that will not stop the Traveler from being a little cheeky.

"Just kidding. Thank you very much for the tea. I appreciate it." She carefully took the cup with both hands, blowing a few times to prevent scorching her tongue before taking a sip.

"It's good...Some warm tea truly does wonders for a sore throat."

[akii-ha]

minis i made for fun last month

[torgawl]

lyney's character story about his vision revealing arlecchino didn't allow him to use a delusion and was genuinely angry that he would do something lynette wouldn't want for him, encouraging him to find other solutions... the way she was also sad lyney didn't feel comfortable relying on her during the quest... she really cares about the kids. her smile while speaking to furina also looked sincere. even though one can debate if this is all an act to make them trust and be loyal to her (as said by her, "good actors hone their craft to mesmerise the whole crowd") or acknowledge the fact she's using the kids by making them part of the fatui, she genuinely seems to cherish them. at least she goes through lengths that aren't really necessary for her not to care. the way she reformed the orphanage, the way she helped freminet get closure on his mother's fate... i just think it goes to show and confirm once more how biased everything/everyone in the game is. sometimes bordering unreliable, really. scara and childe's lines about her paint her in a certain light, which i'm not saying isn't true quite the opposite, but that persona seems to coexists with the version the kids from the house of the hearth know.

[embrose]

I always thought that all the lols and memes that I saw about Lyney having rizz and being down bad for the Traveller were exaggerations, and never bothered to check because I don't really care about Lyney or Lynette that much. But I just watched this compilation on youtube about all the lines and scenes where said down badness and flirting is seen and...

Jfc this guy's the biggest simp, dafuq? XD

[tea-twords]

No elaboration needed

[culxiaa-fn]

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN HOYOVERSE?!?! DON'T MAKE HIM SAD WHY DID YOU REPOST IT WITH FATUI BACKGROUND HE IS JUST SILLY FONTAINE MAGICIAN(delusional) HEIS HAPPILY ON A DATE WITH TRAVELER(delusional)