#stuff that isn’t genshin

[ruershrimo]

f. megumi x reader | one moment longer

under the light of the moon, he looks more beautiful than anything.

spiky black hair shining like stunning silver, eyelashes weaved of the silkiest threads one’s genes could offer, green eyes shimmering, scrutinised by the moon’s glow. if there was a painting to describe the epitome of beauty he would be its subject.

the collar of that tidy black uniform you can nuzzle your face into, the hyaline scent of detergent and a freshly cleaned room, the rhythm of his breaths, faint and light, as lithe, warm hands rest on your back the same way puzzle pieces stay connected.

“i love you,” you hear. it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard.

you aren’t a jujutsu sorcerer yourself, so maybe you wouldn’t know enough. still, you know some people say that the world of sorcery is one devoid of hope and humanity; you know the general sentiment among them is that this has always been a sisyphean task, that it was born from the resistance of impermanent lives against an evil which would last for all eternity.

yet how can they let their worlds be entrenched in such darkness and lovelessness?

love and good are everywhere, you think, no matter how much loss there is to endure. you’ve felt so yourself.

you see it when you sip from teacups in cafes where the saucers come with biscuits on the side and your ears notice the shutter of his camera and you gaze at the mellow grin resting on his face. you hear it when he sends you whatever tune he’s been listening to for the past few days, sent with a text saying, “thought you might like this”. you taste it when he presses his lips to yours and kisses him back out of joy in a bold defiance of this world’s sorrows. love and good is everywhere in the mundanity of life and it’s minuscule, quiet moments.

“i love you,” he whispers again, voice as soft as a gentle breeze in an autumn-touched street, but with enough conviction to make the mightiest of rulers fall, you’re sure. you shut your eyes slowly as his feet move languidly in tandem with yours.

“you do?” you ask, “i love you too, megumi.”

one day the world he resides in will take him away from you. one day you’ll be left alone with no one to hold you under the moonlight while it spills into their wooden-tiled dorm room, one day you won’t have anyone to dance with you despite the chills outside.

but today is not that day. tonight is not the night you’ll be screeching and crying as you hear news of his death from a cellphone call. it’s not the night when you’ll be shaking and collapsing over his mangled corpse, if there even is one left.

you want a future together. you want for him to stay even after he leaves graduates, for years and years and years of his life. but even you know that with the life he’s living, with the kind of life where any night is one when he may die, you just wish that it can last for a while longer. if not two years, then maybe two months. if not two months, then maybe two weeks. or perhaps…

…just one moment longer. one moment longer with fushiguro megumi.

I don’t even write for jjk haha, I was just simping at 3 am (I want to sleep. I’ve to wake up before 9 tomorrow. someone pry my phone away from me.) I’m also doing this to cope because gege is cruel. someone help this is probably so bad I didn’t even do any formatting or anything bro that picture isn’t even one of the moon

[hazznothere]

Grip

[arcadekore]

Childe and Puppylizard ✨

[oceisastar]

I heard you want Dom cyno thirsts... Me too bro...

I am so gay for this man so here... (HELP I ONLY INTENDED FOR THIS TO BE A THIRST BUT JT TURNED INTO A FULL BLOWN SMUT FIC I'M SORRYYYYY)

Sub Amab reader! X Dom Cyno

Cyno had your hands pinned above your head as you're bent over his desk, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he watched you the entire time, relishing the sight.

Your neck, shoulders and back absolutely filled with bites and hickey marks, all from Cyno as he made out with you like an animal earlier, making sure to leave it even in spots you can't cover up when you go outside.

Every time you shivered, trembled or moaned, it didn't go unnoticed by the Matra. If anything, it's his favorite part about fucking you. To see someone submit beneath him was nothing new and while he did that often on duty, he didn't care because it was his responsibility.

But seeing you messed up like this was something else. Calm and dorky as he may be, he's still sadistic behind closed doors...

"Tell me." He wrapped a hand around your waist and palmed at your clothed crotch, listening to every whimper you give him. "Tell me what's got you so riled up... To want to fuck me first thing when I get back, hm? It hasn't even been a week since I last filled up this greedy hole and you're already back for more."

He knows you love it. You love it when he dominated you and called you names like that. It's just his cup of tea anyways, loving that he got such a submissive man bending over for him.

Your mind was blank and all you can think of was how Cyno had his hand over your cock, whimpering at the feeling as he slotted his knee between your legs too.

"What, can't speak? Already? I haven't even made you cum yet." He sighed, partial disappointment in his tone as he got up to undo your pants and immediately wrapped a hand around your hard cock.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He started stroking it, going slow at first but he quickly picked up the pace. You whine at the feeling, trying your best to retort or just say something so he won't think you're easy. But it's useless. You both know the lengths you'd go to to have him degrade you any time of the day at any given week.

His face in unamused as he felt you cum on his hand, licking it clean.

All while you shook from a quick orgasm, Cyno wiped his hair back and taking a deep breath before grabbing your waist again, his hands sliding to your ass and hole.

"We're just getting started, you slut. Remember I love you, cuz I'm gonna fuck you like I don't."

MDNI

hello! that post is actually quite old and I’m not in a submissive mood right now. but I did enjoy this! you wrote well and I was 😳😳 at some of the moments.

I’m gonna share it so other people can enjoy!

[m1d-45]

i am. thinking about reverse isekai some more to get me through these trying times (finals season) and imagine the stress of having to take care of the poor acolyte(s) who ended up in your world (i'm going with adult reader who has their own apartment and job and pays taxes n shit. just bc i don't want to write abt explaining to parents/roommates what tf is going on)...... like ofc it's super cool like omg your favorite characters!!! irl!!! but after the initial surprise wears off?

obviously you can't just leave them out on the streets bc they'll like. i don't know. get fuckin hit by a car or something so you let them stay in your apartment!! your tiny. one bedroom. apartment. it's fine, you can stay on the couch! you barely have enough food to feed yourself, thanks to your minimum-wage budget? that's fine! you don't have to eat that much, and you can't just let your guests go hungry!!

they try to help the best they can, they really do... but all the finished chores and time spent learning how to use the technology of your world don't change the fact that they can't help with the one thing that seems to matter most in this world - money. with extra people to provide for, you're forced to take up extra shifts, work longer hours, just to earn enough to be able to not have to choose between eating and paying rent.

of course, you don't let them know about all this, but your guests don't tell you that they can hear the way you cry late at night when you think everyone's asleep, stressed out by everything that's suddenly been thrust upon you - teddy anon

god man you 🤝 me

that’s so. ugh man-

at first you’re so starstruck and in awe, excitedly talking to them and showing them what every appliance does—partly so they don’t break them, partly because you like the shine in their eyes as they learn.

the first week is easy, and it’s when you’re shopping that the reality of the situation starts to set in.

you’re not used to having to buy for two, and the subject of their clothing comes up quickly as well. not to mention the fact that they’re probably used to more organic or locally grown stuff, and what if they react badly to food here? and that’s putting aside what they like and prefer too, but you can’t let them leave the house since they’re still not used to everything-

and your job, gosh, you’d taken a few days off at first to help then adjust but now you were feeling the sting of that lost pay. not to mention the fact that all your expenses and bills would go up since, yknow, they needed to use lights and water and all that while you were out of the house.

and if more than one were isekai’d? godspeed, man…

thoma and noelle make themselves useful doing chores, but quickly realizing that there’s little to do. they quickly become antsy; though they try and make food for you to return to, they struggle with your appliances and your tastes, not to mention your lack of raw ingredients.

some like diluc, childe, or ayato try and offer you mora, pulling bags of it from their inventories to of course compensate you for your stay, but it doesn’t go over well. you have to deny them and explain that mora isn’t used here, but all that gets you is stunned confusion—and dawning horror, later, but that’s a burnt bridge when you get to it.

others such as venti or xinyan try and perform on the streets, but it doesn’t pay as well as they want it to. ningguang is a bit more confident in herself, but that crumbles the moment she realizes that she both holds no power here nor has any knowledge of the market. she knows she can do something, be useful, but she doesn’t quite know how, and that’s the worst.

a few tend a bit towards the ‘street performer’ type, whether intentionally or accidentally. i can see kazuha subtly using the wind to guess a number someone’s thinking of, and kaeya could easily keep someone talking long enough to perform some quick sleight of hand. no, he doesn’t steal—you’d get far too mad at him for that—but his ornate get-up and smooth voice draw people in often enough that he makes quite a bit in tips.

keqing, ganyu, and ayaka all offer to either get jobs themselves, but since they technically don’t legally exist, they try and help you apply to better ones instead. thoma might try and do housework for your neighbors—it serves a few purposes, including getting a bit of cash, keeping off legal books, and increasing your relationship with them. jean and ganyu try and help manage your finances, or at least learn how to file your taxes to chip away at the stress they’ve caused.

a few straight up offer to steal—yes, offer, they wouldn’t even breathe without your permission of course they’ll come to you before doing crime—such as dainslef, childe, or kujou sara, but you shut that down quickly enough. xingqiu spends a lot of his time on online writing contests, and the occasional 50-300$ comes in your mailbox, but don’t count on it. albedo might try and sell his art, but he’d much rather give it to you, to be honest. your smile is worth more to him than some stranger’s approval.

some are completely lost. itto, gorou, hu tao, sucrose, collei… they’re all at a loss for what they can do to help. they don’t know your world, they don’t know what’s happening, they don’t know why you lie about it being a guest room so they feel less bad about taking your bed. it doesn’t work.

none of them do, really. after a good few months, maybe a year or so, all of them fall to this level of helplessness. they don’t know how to get you back to their world, they don’t even know how to leave themselves, but it’s clear that their presence here is wearing on you. they try, they do, but even the most chipper of your followers can see how dreary you seem.

it feels wrong to lie in your bed. it feels wrong to depend on you, when it should be the other way around. it’s wrong to take your resources and your time, wrong for you to be the one in distress, and they can’t even do anything about it. they’re stuck within these four walls, unable to help you, stuck being helpless.

from down the hall, they hear you sigh, poring over yet another impossible choice, and the sound alone brings them to tears.

they needed to get you home. but how?

[deci-doodles]

This was originally a request from a friend but I figured I might as well post here coz I think it’s too funny

Audio: Berlioz, Symphonie Fantastique Mvt. 4. March to the Scaffold

Would highly recommend listening to the whole track coz it’s a banger but also it’s literally the composer having an opium-induced fever dream about him getting his head lopped off at the guillotine so

[electric-plants]

i love this event i love how the traveler had like two flirty moments with lyney and childe in the archon quests and hyv immediately had to remind us how down bad they are for xiao in waterborne poetry lmao

[meidnightrain]

anything for my man, please don’t make it too costly r1999 😔

[venti-death-watch]

okay. there is something to say about genshin’s lack of women being included in important plot lines/like endgame plot lines. like so far you’ve got venti, diluc, kaeya, arguably childe, albedo, neuvillette, scara, arguably zhongli, and then you have like. ei, nahida, lisa, maybe mona or miko depending on how things continue. i haven’t seen anything so far that seems like furina’s storyline/arc will include things that are like, specifically important to more endgame/future story lines. however. her demo was so fucking funny i’m willing to make up lore in my head to make it so.

[hello-rambling-my-old-friend]

There are two male electro characters in Genshin and they're both Razor

[ruershrimo]

f. megumi x reader | heaven on earth

“do you think we should stay together after this?” you ask a month into the relationship, your limbs sprawled out over the bed and intertwined with his, “do you want to stay together after this?”

“after what?” he asks.

“you know, once you’ve graduated and all. I was just thinking that I kind of want you to stay, to be honest.”

at this point megumi doesn’t know how he can say it, doesn’t know how to tell you— he’d stay with you forever if that was what you wanted, he’d love and cherish you every waking hour come rain or shine, in sickness and in health, for rich or poor and all that.

“well… of course. right?”

“really?” you grin, face lighting up right in front of his.

“yes,” he nods, but as his head rubs against the sheets he can hear the intimate-sounding rustle generated from them.

even if there may not really be one, it’s an innate drive of humans to reach for heaven. well, he almost feels like laughing at such futile attempts to do so. their efforts to do so would prove fruitless now— they don’t need to, because heaven is on earth. they don’t need to, because megumi is quite sure that little peeks into heaven hide in moments like these, when you’re on his bed gazing at him with heavy eyelids and your touch and warmth being all that he needs to know that you’re there; when your presence is all he needs to think that life will be alright. when you’re all he needs to think that things will be okay no matter what, and that if they were to just see things a little closer and notice these, humankind would have realised heaven was there all along.

he could never love you too much, he thinks as you close your eyes and drift off to sleep. no one could, ever— not with the way your face looks in a dim room at night, not when you’re helping him wipe tables or arrange books in shelves, not when you put your hand over the edges of tables when he’s under them so that he doesn’t bump his head against them when he gets up.

“aren’t I lucky?” you say, your eyes closed, and you shed all your layers for the vulnerability that he so adores, the one that you lie into whenever he’s with you. “‘t’s like heaven on earth.”

“what is?”

“stuff like this,” you tell him, “you.”

you idiot, he’s the lucky one.

with his arm outstretched experimentally and something apprehensive in his movements, his hand moves from the top of your forehead where the dim light of the corridor slips into the gap between the door and its casing like an unwanted visitor. the lights are soon shut and there is no one bearing witness to either of you yet. he moves his hand still, further into the depthless dark, smoothing his hand over your sleeping face, your visage swallowed by the night that he ventures anxiously into, fingers cupping your cheek, tracing along your cheekbones in a way one can only do when there is none to see, yet all to touch and all to feel.

would you believe him if he said he’d be fine with anything as long as you were here? that he’d bear it all if he could keep you, that you were his heaven too? that he’d choose to save you time and time again?

of course he’d say those things, though. it was no question: he’d say it with all the conviction he could muster, would say it with the same— if not more— weight that he’d speak of his own ideologies.

“I think the same about you,” he whispers, voice inaudible, and his words fall into the fabric of the pillowcases, bound securely by their threads like an eternally unbroken oath, a secret shared with him, the night and your sleeping figure. “my heaven on earth.”

idek what’s happening in this?? good luck,, this is going to flop haha I just wanted to write something,,, I don’t write for jjk but megumi…. I need a megumi in my life man

[nejiretai]

i feel like with leaks night coming up i wanna write here again

[dyed-indigo]

wild how the tumblr sexyman rematch has more people arguing about what is and isn’t a tumblr sexyman than the original twitter poll

[latinokaeya-moving]

what if kaeya has found a way to slowly heal and is mostly content with his life in mondstadt by the time the game begun. what if he knew he would one day have to respond to his summons from khaenriah but in the meantime has grown to deeply love and appreciate the life he was able to build for himself, alongside people that love and care for him irregardless of the way his secret looms over him.

u might call it being in denial of an inevitable doom but i say maybe kaeya has just learned to try go with the flow as best he can in the meantime bc at this point there’s nothing else he can do except wait, and it would be a miserable existence to wait in constant fear and panic when he could just be appreciating the little things in life. what if kaeya was actually permitted to be happy and joyful in despite of everything that has happened to him, to enjoy being with his friends and found family. what then

[honeykaes]

I think I’m just very anti-leak. I’ve seen so many leaks just not happen because people bounced onto misinformation.

Like I understand why there’s leakers and stuff but idk the Scaramouche stuff is frustrating me since it shows a clear lack of understanding that his model cost money and time and they wouldn’t sacrifice more to change his whole look.

Especially when they delayed the game like three+ weeks already lmaooo they are legit behind their original schedule

[theangelswans]

hi! I just followed and I love your blog! I also love lockwood & co. and play genshin!

Hi!!! Thanks for liking my various interests and sporadic hyperfixations ahahaha