#modern Genshin

[strawberrylabs]

Thinking about early morning train rides with modern Genshin characters..... (Inspired by my commute to and from places in Melbourne)

Xiao, the ever early riser who's already got a drink in a travel cup for you.

The short walk in the crisp morning air to the station near your apartment before standing on the packed train, huddled close to each other as you hold on.

The ride to your university is only a few short minutes, but it's minutes of bliss. The idle chatter of high schoolers around you, the sun pouring through the crowded train, and Xiao's hand on the small of your back.

He grabs your hand when it's your stop, pulling you through the people and off the train, as if you wouldn't make it through the doors if he wasn't holding you, despite having made the trip dozens of times.

Not many words are spoken during the journey, but more than enough things are said in the way you huh before parting for class.

...

Freminet, who wakes up on time to get ready for the long train ride home, but doesn't want to get out of bed with you.

You'd spent the night in the city, and now had to catch the early train home.

Being a cold morning, neither want to leave the comfort of the bed, warmed by two bodies sleeping there the night before.

The playlist that got set as your alarm continues to cycle through songs, your liked playlist being a mix of all sorts.

When you finally get up it's a rush to the station, tea half finished and toast messily eaten.

Once finally on the train, Freminet lets out a sigh and leans on you. It was a long ride back home. At least the morning sun on Freminet's gold hair and freckled face was a sight you never bore of.

...

Furina always acted like using public transport didn't make her anxious, but in reality she planned your entire trip as well as a back up the week before.

So when she double checks and sees trains are being replaced by coaches after 9am, she panics.

You have to catch a metro train from your current location at 8:05 to the main station which gets in at 8:18 in time for the last regional train at 8:35.

You could only chuckle as Furina fusses on the metro, convinced you're somehow going to miss the next train..

It doesn't help that the train is late by 5 minutes.

When you're both finally on the regional train home, she relaxes into her window seat.

Despite the residual panic on her face, you couldn't deny she looked stunning contrasted against the view of the city in the morning light.

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All of these are inspired by what happened to me... This morning. I'm writing this on the train right now LMAO

- Strawberry 🍓

[thekaiqueen]

Diluc, about to do something dumb: No i'm doing it and not you or God himself will stop me

Crepus: *Pulls out his phone and starts texting*

Diluc: Dad……..Dad who are you texting?

Crepus: *Sets his phone down and looks Diluc dead in the eye*

Diluc, sweating: What the did you do dad?!?!?!

Adelinde, running into the room: Master Diluc!

Diluc: oh my god i am so fucked

[stormyth-art]

realized I never posted my modern genshin designs from my last video! :D

[neskastree]

A Modern Family

[mochinon-yah]

'bedo but obviously in modern clothes cuz genshin clothes are hella hard and i am lazy-!

but because it's my drawing, his hair and his hand are absolutely weird. i should've drawn the hair fluffier and the hand bigger, but i'm too lazy to change it.

and tbh i shouldn't have use my time to draw stuffs, not when i have school assignments threatening me—hehe.

[yukd4ko]

Modern!sagau au anyone?

This is like my 3rd sagau brain rot post but there is too much my brain can do with this.

so…sagau but it’s modern the reader is apart of a religion and unlike everyone in normal teyvat some don’t believe in the creator! but when there is a global announcement that the true creator has been found?? How would they react :0

it can be in god form or in mortal form with no idea what is happening?? There is so much you can do with this

writing this au maybe too if you want to use no need for credit just tag me I want to read it!!

[yugiokaeri]

Lil one-pager bc I simply enjoy this voice line 😭😭

[glorestarz]

enter— toxic (yandere?) surgeon alhaitham !!

status: unedited/not beta read

synopsis: you’re an annoying ass intern at alhaitham’s hospital and he basically hates you lol /hj

cw: degrading of your character, and unbalanced power dynamics

note: is this good? nah. but alhaitham has been rotting in my mind for like days, doesn't help that i main him either— but still. honestly, you could imagine this as vertias (HSR) as well because they are so-so similar imo but vertias is more of a bitch 😭

you were a discord in the esteemed surgeons' carefully choreographed day-to-day. a heterogenous little thing, opposed to him in temperament, in capacity, in propensities. a useless thing, or more accurately a useless intern—incapable of serving his interest or adding anything of worth to him other than a pretty face adoring his side. if that.

it was only a moderately pretty face, but loneliness and underfeeding had given it a wistful expression that had charm. unfortunately, it was not the sort of charm which made a great appeal to alhaitham. he values practicality. aesthetics aren't generally something he puts into consideration. which might as well explain his animosity of you.

there was a curious strain of weakness running crosswise through your makeup.

you weren’t adept with the scalpel, scholarly, or quick on your feet. you were nothing. you could do nothing for him. fetching him, at best, lukewarm coffee in the morning certainly wouldn't qualify you as useful. i mean— an ill-fated cancer ward patient writhing in the throes of death would certainly be more useful than you. at least it gave him something to do. providing a semblance of entertainment.

so his mind spun perpetually as to why were you there. to bother him? to toss a pebble square into his well-oiled machine? what mad impulse had seized you to think you could try your hand at surgery?

you knew you were a hindrance. you must have known. you have to know. alhaitham was not one to hide his disdain and icy glares. his voice, usually calm and measured, takes on a sharp edge with you, his utterances dripping with condescension, dissecting your tactless actions. and the blunt truth was that you possessed neither courage, self-perseverance, nor self-respect, so of course, you said nothing in rebuttal to the comments. he just couldn't help himself.

dipping your head to convey your utmost apologies when you slip up, avoiding his glances when asking a question. this was a teaching hospital so why can’t you just learn? he’s giving you all the materials and opportunities to learn. an ample amount even. if you won’t, leave him alone. go simmer in all your utter helpness elsewhere. he has no use for you.

he’d thought that would be enough to rid himself of you. wouldn’t it be great to live in a world without annoyances?

yet, despite, his biting words and audacious gazes, you stayed. there had been disappointments and humiliations, and although you hated to admit it even to yourself, you were in desperate straits, alhaitham’s words were inevitably eroding your sense of self, as small as it was. nevertheless, you were still fighting, trying to bob your head out of the water.

stupid. you were frustrating to no end. he thought it was mere childish affection that made you cling to him until it was too late did he clearly understand what you were to him. for by merely seeming fond of him, and showing in your weak, futile way that you “cared” for him—he’d never would have thought from the moment you stepped into his orbit, his focus would narrow, his attention, better used elsewhere, would fixate on you with an intensity that bordered on unbridled obsession.

odd.

you wanted to scrub in on another specialty? what are you talking about? are you stupid? interns are not just a mentee, but a possession to be owned and controlled. you were his despite his resentments.

interns were always referred to as puppies, it was a well-known fact among his colleagues; incredibly bright-eyed and eager, they’d follow their mentors closely, eager to soak up knowledge like sponges and as a resident you’d have to be careful to correct their wrongdoings without breaking their spirit.

he’d always thought the analogy was absurd.

but you were his puppy, incredibly loyal, and “forgiving” despite his harsh words, and just because you wanted to stray from his sight doesn't mean he’ll just— let you. puppies have leashes for a reason. no?

he ended that fictitious fantasy punctually, deflecting the other attending’s stabs of stealing you away for their own surgeries. if able, he’d like to avoid this scenario from coming into fruition. he’ll reject any ask you send his way, of course, the communication required to do so is a huge waste of his valuable time. time he’d rather not waste dwelling on you. but he does nonetheless. you should be grateful. you should be grateful he's doing at least this for you. listening to your burdensome requests, though your pleas might as well been ignored. he won’t be doing any of that, of course. laughable.

he trusts in his own judgment implicitly.

any glimmer of your independence was swiftly extinguished under the weight of his authority. unlike those with sly, silver tongues, allaitham’s approach is more clinical, that transcends mere ego stroking. he doesn't need to charm or flatter; he’s well aware of his strengths. so instead, he appeals to their intellect (if any), exploiting vulnerabilities within their surgical precision, employing subtle nuances and half-truths. besides, it was much easier this way. it's easy for people to succumb to the vicissitudes of life and find themselves being led astray, and some people just need a little push to be off on their way. insecurity is a weakness to be exploited, not a trait to be embraced.

once he diverts their attention and energy into other matters, they should leave you him alone rather quickly. great, that’s good. good for you. good for him. though, its effects are no less devastating for the hereafter.

and just like that, his problem is resolved, enabling him to rest easy again. manipulation is a tool; an art form, similar to the scalpel, one that he wields with chilling efficiency and little effort, a finesse that is as mesmerizing as it is terrifying.

it was inconvincible, but alas, over time he found a sort of convoluted satisfaction in orchestrating your actions and decisions to align with his desires, savoring the sense of dominance it carries. and his penchant for control permeates even the most remote of your interactions. this is by design.

why? hah. he couldn’t tell, but the thing interested him. his curiosity was at first entirely defeated upon the point; there was mystery about it. it seemed in itself so insignificant.

the thing puzzled him, and he was led to make a further remark, which puzzled him still more: as a surgeon, as a scientist, they were taught to learn from and rely on books, on definitions, but in life strict definitions rarely apply as they would now. plus, what good would it be to know? it is merely a passing interest, a fleeting distraction from the rigors of his daily routine.

but at the present, all he understood, or cared to understand was that his grip on your autonomy was somehow, something comfortable and natural. now he can go back to normal. good. the cogs are turning again. his conscience is clear.

just don't throw anymore extra trouble his way, and you’ll be fine. probably.

[lvnesart]

the workplace is absolutely NOT the place for flirting yall

[rizsnt]

word on the (sumeru) street

[portalmonsterrr]

Character refs and their descriptions! More will come (maybe not even from Sumeru). I’m balancing all my wips and ideas and my university stuff aha please pray for me

[hitomisuzuya]

Demon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Scara playing cat and mouse, really. Degradation. Scenting. Corruption. Creampie. SELF INDULGENT

@missunstxble pitched the idea. I have one more Demon!Scara smut planned. Written listening to Animal by Magnolia Park.

"Hey, Scara?" You asked, looking up from the book of urban legends he'd been watching you read, "Do you think demons exist?"

"Hm?" Scaramouche said, focusing his attention on what you said as opposed to watching the way you played with your lower lip in thought while you read. "Elaborate your question, I'll amuse you," He has to fight to keep the smirk from tugging at the corners of his lips.

You were so cute, asking a demon about demons. Your innocent question made it twice as cute for him. You didn't know he is a demon.

"Do you believe in demons?" You repeated, showing him a illustration of what the author thought a demon would look like (to which he had to swallow back a snort). "And if you were a demon, what would be do to obtain that one human you really, really want?"

Well, he'd asked you elaborate, so you did.

Did you have any idea what you were really asking? Such naive innocence made him have to have you more. I mean look at you. All small and delicate. Fragile and defenseless.

So deliciously corruptible.

Scaramouche sighed, considering how to play his cards. He took the book from you, and closed it, holding it above his head when you tried to reach for it. "Let me frank, kitten," He began, flicking you in the forehead, "You are pure demon bait."

A shy blush reddened your cheeks. "Huh?" His answer blind sided you, "H-How?" For a hypothetical question, Scaramouche sure sounded like he'd taken the question seriously.

He almost licked his lips. You just continued to ooze innocence from every fiber of your being. That's what made you smell so fucking good. To tease you, he ignores your question. "To start with, I would start scenting you as soon as possible. The sooner you smelled like me, the better. It would deter other demon scum from taking what's mine."

He'd been doing that for weeks. Any opportunity he could find for you to wear his hoodie, or one of his shirts, he took it. "I would start marking that pretty skin if yours. Your collarbones, your throat," Raising a hand, his fingers followed the pattern of his words, ghosting over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, "your chest, your hips, your thighs. Any intimate part on your body would have my teeth marks."

Every word Scaramouche said was making your heart shake. You were stunned into silence, looking at him in awe. "Hypothetically speaking, of course," He chuckled, seeing the way your eyes lingered on his hand when he took it off your thigh.

"You know, honestly, that doesn't sound that bad," You said, making him raise an eyebrow at you. More more like a cat pricking his ears in attention. "That kind of possession just sounds so comforting to me," You blushed realizing Scaramouche's words started to make you wet.

Now Scaramouche allowed himself to smirk. Tug tug went the cat, pulling on the string attached to the mouse. You'd only put yourself that much closer to being his. You were practically begging for him to take you now.

A demon needed to have patience.

"Hey, Scara?" You asked, the shy tone in your voice made his cock twitch. He could hear your heart pounding in your chest, smell your sudden arousal filtering in the air. "You wanna unwind, and have sex?" Even the shy quiver that went through your body was irresistible to him.

"Offering yourself up on a silver plate," Scaramouche purred, moving closer to you on your bed, "how very characteristic of demon bait," His hands were already unzipping and taking his hoodie off of you. He'd purposely turned your air conditioner down more than a few degrees so you would get cold and ask to wear it.

He would allow himself to lose control a little while still keeping his secret. You didn't have time to think about much his teasing flustered you. His hands were pawing at your clothes, his mouth and lips on your skin steadily starting to draw shaky moans from you.

Scaramouche groaned, scooping a fold of skin into his mouth. The taste nearly made his eyes roll into the back of his head, his teeth feverishly sucking and grinding on your pliable flesh. Your arms wound around his neck, a shaky hand finding the back of his head.

You pressed his mouth against your neck, your hips jerking up to grind your clothed pussy against his cock. He'd left only your panties on, just so he could feel your juices through the flimsy fabric onto his cock. One hand found your hips, holding them down as he grinded his cock against your panties.

"Fuck, what a slut," Scaramouche laughed shakily, his degradation sending jolts of pleasure to your throbbing clit, "already so wet for me," A wet pop accompanied his mouth as he took it off your neck.

You were already reaching to take your panties off, earning you a gentle smack on your hand. He hastily tugged your panties off. "Do you know how long I've wanted to devour you?" There was a somewhat unfocused, drunk look in his striking indigo eyes.

Such a desperation for Scaramouche gripped your body. It reflected in your eyes, in the way your body pressed against his. You were clinging to him, which is what he craved more than anything. You moaned as he pushed the head of his leaking cock against your entrance.

"To stretch this pretty pussy out, and fuck my cock deep inside?" Sweet mewls keened from you as he started to push his cock inside of you, his fingers dancing on your clit. "To feel you clench like a whore on my cock?" He pinched your clit, hissing in pleasure as your gummy walls clutched around his length.

Leaning down, Scaramouche scooped one of your nipples into his mouth to suck on. You gasped in pleasure, eagerly rocking your hips up to help draw his cock inside of you. He was fast overwhelming your senses, your body twitching sensitive as his tongue swirled around your nipple.

With a growl, he bottomed out with a quick snap of his hips. His cock nudging firm into your sweet spot before he started thrusting made you see stars. "So soft, and warm. So fucking tight," He groaned, pressing his weight down on you, giving himself leeway to fuck himself deeper into you.

Your fingernails dug into his back, racking along his skin in a way that made him shudder in pleasure. If only you knew that a demon was fucking you this good.

He sat up, firmly gripping your thighs to hold them apart. He wanted to admire his cock pumping in and out of you, juices seeping around his cock as you lost the ability to form coherent words.

"So big.." You whimpered, writhing on the bed in his grasp, "Sc-Scara.." was about all you could manage. Each stroke of his cock, stretching and rubbing between your walls sent you that much closer to the edge. Your words fell apart into uncontrolled moans.

"Fuck, moan just like that while I empty my cock inside you," He kept a possessive grip on one of your thighs, rubbing your clit, "cum on my cock like an obedient slut," Putting his hand under your head, he picked it up so he could press a heated, possessive kiss on your lips.

"Look at you shake," Scaramouche purred in approval as you suddenly creamed on his cock, shaking and drooling from the intensity of your orgasm. "Such a good girl deserves a reward," The sensation of his cock ribboning cum inside of you further melted you underneath him.

[aestherin]

KEEP MY HEART

goal 37: are you gatekeeping me?

NOTE: short update bc classes were suspended today (hoping tomorrow also bc i wanna sleep in and i don't wanna leave my dorm) anw how are y'all hehe 💓

KEEP MY HEART — scara x reader smau

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[neskastree]

the baby!

[temeyes]

kinda missing cod lately

[beckyelrro]

bpd kaveh is canon in my heart