#the day i brainrot for all the harbingers is the day the world ends

[yostresswritinggirl]

Can't help but imagine you as the first puppet ever made by Ei, not in the image of her sister, but simply to test the possibility of creating a living breathing one in the first place. The moment you worked, you were put aside and forgotten, having already served your purpose.

Can't help but imagine meeting Ei's second puppet, in near perfect condition, knowing that this was the creation that overshadowed your existence. You lived and were discarded for this innocent, porcelain doll. Naturally you can't help but hate him yet knew that your anger was misplaced; your creator is your enemy, and he too was thrown away by her own hands. Despite his existence being a mockery to your decaying one.

Can't help but imagine still hating him because he looks just like her, reminded of how worthless your life is everytime you looked at him. Yet despite your indifference, here he clings so tightly, so desperately for your attention. He does not know why you exist - but he knows what you are: not a God who will throw him away, not a human that will inevitably betray him; a puppet the same as him.

Can't help imagining a withering puppet filled with hatred against everything in the world, tailed by a spotless puppet still naive to most things but the feeling of betrayal and revenge in his empty chest. No matter how hard you try to shake him off, he steps after the sandy indents of your footprints, in silence just like you wanted.

Can't help imagining finally deciding your names, after your own mother had forgotten (not cared) to give you one.

"What about yours?" Your gaze slowly left the sakura tree still in the process of blooming to look at 'Kunikuzushi'. "Have you made up your mind?" His eyes betrayed his innocent curiousity.

Gazing into them betrayed the apathy he tried to mirror from you. His eyes were always so honest when looking at you.

"(Y/N)." He let it roll off his tongue in a deliberate manner, with such wonder and awe so child-like the first time you met. 'Kunikuzushi' dropped the facade and smiled freely this time. "It's amazing."

"Your strength will be beneficial to the Tsaritsa," the Harbinger exuding great power turns his head towards you, his steely gaze heavy enough to force you to bow your head so as to not meet his. "But this one..." Too weak, too broken, too chipped.

Kunikuzushi corrected with a growl of your name, arm gently circling around your form but gripping your forearm with a hand that would never let go. Assuring you he'll never let go. "They're with me. You take both of us or none at all."

You had always thought that the weak puppet would finally leave you alone after your various attempts of letting him know he was unwelcomed.

Yet Kunikuzushi's will is unbreakable, his stubbornness clearly human. You suppose you were the same, refusing to voice out your gratitude for the fact that he stayed.

But there were no need for words.

You closed your tired eyes as you felt a cold kiss on the hand he held.

"I will be here when you wake up," Scaramouche gently caressed your flaking hand. "In a perfect form you've always deserved."

Fic form: Part 1 Part 2

(Disclaimer this post is not indicative of the final product)

[shunsuiken]

A LITTLE SECRET | SAGAU

synopsis. you, the divine creator of teyvat, discover one day that your blood can heal. 

tags. gn!reader + hurt/comfort + fluff + you bring childe and kazuha into a domain (xiangling and bennett are honorary mentions) + reader wants ragbros to reconcile + zhongli and ayato are sparring partners + itto gets hurt but don’t worry we heal him + gorou is still traumatised after the war between the shogunate army & the sangonomiya resistance so pls understand his reaction here + reader thinks everyones gonna be mad at them but thats not true + they tease you in the end and its all adorable <3 hehe

warnings. mentions of blood (obviously), self-harm (??? because reader cuts their wrist to obtain the blood), if i missed anything pls lmk !!

wc. 2.6k

an. incredible how brainrot makes you write things so quickly. i only just indulged myself into sagau’s literally a week ago and now this is here 😀

“now wasn’t that quite the fight!” childe wipes sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, letting his bow dematerialise in the air as he strides into the estate in your abode.

“you were rather ruthless out there, i must say.” kazuha removes his bandages and replaces them with a clean roll in a cupboard. “their grace looked concerned when that cryo abyss mage shot a cryo thorn at you.”

“true but these scars will heal like they were never even there!” sometimes kazuha wonders if the fatui harbinger feels any pain, he must, he thinks, but is most likely good at hiding it.

“would you like to bandage that at least?”

“hm, i could but-”

“kazuha! ajax!” you call with your sweet voice from the kitchen and all the men’s heads in the living room whip around in the direction of your voice. speaking of you… they haven’t seen you since you and your party left the domain.

“yes, your grace?” childe replies, a light blush appearing on his face upon the use of his real name.

kazuha smiles lightly behind him, greeting you as you enter the living room. “your grace.”

“here are your vitamins, you two!” you bring two cups of a mysteriously transparent liquid to them. “i’ve already given these to xiangling and bennett and now it's your turns!”

“oh, it’s this drink again.” childe raises his brows. “you gave it to us last time as well, your grace.”

you hum in agreement, “i did.”

kazuha inspects the liquid after taking it from your precious hands. “the ingredients for this healing mixture must be incredibly difficult to find since it heals wounds so quickly.” he then drinks it up with childe, both men handing the cups back to you in a respectable fashion.

kazuha is right about that. the ingredients for this drink are definitely difficult to find.

but that is because the drink was your blood. your golden blood to be precise. when you descended as the creator of teyvat, you were naturally bestowed with this condition to discern your immortal body from others.

funnily enough, it was all due to you scraping your palm against a rough rock that you discovered the hidden properties of your blood (and its rich golden colour). it was weird in the beginning, and you made sure to guarantee how highly your blood’s healing properties were before offering it to the men who joined you in domains and open-world fights. so you only declared its potential after flinging yourself through multiple enemies.

so far you’ve managed to hide this fact from the men since you found out. after learning some illusory spells that can’t be detected by the naked eye, you were able to successfully heal your men after feeding them your blood—referring to it as “vitamins”. 

“your grace, what’s the secret recipe behind this amazing drink? maybe i could learn it to help you if any more of us get hurt.” you feel bad, thoma looks like he has stars in his eyes but you obviously can’t tell him how the drink is made. you can already imagine it. he’d panic and go all red in the face. although a cute sight, you don’t want him to worry about you since he and the rest have done so much to smoothen your descent into teyvat.

you also notice the expectant eyes of the other men who are behind him, either idly standing by or are on the couch relaxing.

“oh thoma, there is a reason why it’s a secret.” you wink at him, extending your index finger to your lips. you end up laughing at the housekeeper when the red on his face makes it up to his ears, a sheepish look on his face for asking such a question with an obvious answer.

“my apologies, your grace. i didn’t mean to pry.” the pyro user scratches the back of his head while ayato, who sips on his boba milk tea, pats his back sympathetically.

“don’t apologise, dearest, it is natural you all are curious.” you meet eyes with everyone in the room, hoping your words can convince them. “but don’t fret, this is just a way of me giving my thanks to all your preparations when i arrived here.”

“your grace is too kind.” kazuha smiles. “therefore we shall accept your offerings wholeheartedly.”

you’re praying (to who knows what, you’re literally the most powerful being on teyvat) that the boys can forgive you if they ever found out. but you have a sinking feeling that they’ll all feel betrayed instead because they wouldn’t ever want you to hurt yourself to heal them. just thinking about it makes your heart break. so you quickly shove those worries away, as long as the boys stay safe then it is worth the minuscule second of pain.

-

you’re reading a book next to kaeya while he completes paperwork. he decided to do his work outside the confines of the wooden walls so he could get some fresh air instead (news flash: he actually just wants to be in your presence). after a while, diluc comes along with a glass of grape juice in his hands. he greets you and stares at his brother. “kaeya,” he greets before sitting down opposite of him.

kaeya raises his head, giving him a nod of acknowledgement. “diluc.”

you twitch your eye at the dry interaction in front of you. perhaps you should add this to your list of things to accomplish, to help these two estranged brothers and connect them once again. no doubt would the two be happier. obviously they will need as much time as possible to settle things. and you are willing to give them exactly that. time. you sigh underneath your breath, listening to the distant cling and clangs of a polearm and a sword.

hm, perhaps they’re sparring? you remove your gaze from your book to the two figures in the distance. ah, it seems to be zhongli and ayato. now that is an interesting pairing. however, your moment of peace is interrupted by panicked shouts for help at the front door. you exchange alarmed looks with the two brothers in front of you, getting up quickly from your seats to attend to the shouts that are coming from… you believe, gorou.

your face pales at the sight in front of you, there is a large gash right across itto’s stomach, blood pooling out of him like a flowing river. immediately you kneel down to his figure supported by gorou, who is startled by the entire situation as he relays what happened.

“we were looking for onikabuto but itto’s wind glider broke and he fell through the trees in chinju forest!” gorou’s tail is raised high up in alarm, ears stiff and skin running cold at the sight of his comrade in this state. it brings him too many memories. too many unfortunate ones that make his hands shake.

you hold onto his hand tightly, returning him to the present so he doesn’t focus on what he saw behind the look in his eyes anymore. he raises his head to meet your gaze. your gaze that does not falter, your gaze that urges him: trust me.

gorou does, giving you some space to heal itto with your abilities. it then dawns on gorou that he’s never seen you heal anybody with your abilities. and when you did heal people, it was with that liquid you would bring to them.

the men who are on site look at you with anticipation because they’ll finally get to see how you prepare that healing concoction. but they’re also exchanging gazes at each other in concern for itto. the oni groans in pain, clutching onto the gushing wound. you have no time to waste. materialising his claymore, you quickly slash your skin against the sharp edge as your blood spills onto itto’s wound.

you hear various reactions. cries of shock, quiet gasps, and protests that plead you to stop your actions.

“y- your grace?!” gorou gasps, brows creasing in bewilderment while his hands hover awkwardly in front of him, unsure of what to do next.

“so that’s why they never told us how the ‘vitamins’ were made,” the wanderer mutters but everybody hears him clearly.

the men are smart enough to put two and two together. seeing your divine blood trickle down your arm onto itto’s wound that healed the second it made contact with your blood threw them all into a speechless stupor. they weren’t even expecting the liquid to be such a dazzling colour that would reflect the light of the afternoon sun.

when the wound heals completely, you wipe the remaining streaks of itto’s blood off using your sleeves. and magically, your slashed skin is healed too. you reach for itto’s cheek, caressing him. “you are alright, my dear. you can open your eyes now.”

itto responds with a tired whine.

zhongli takes a step forward, kneeling down to meet your height to gently hold your forearm, his thumb running over the skin that was ripped open just a second ago. “so i’m assuming this is the secret recipe to the vitamins?”

you can’t lie to the boys anymore now that they’ve seen it all so you nod your head, admitting the truth. “yes, it is.” you don’t dare meet zhongli’s amber gaze, which is why you don’t notice the glint of worry he looks at you with. instead, you jump to conclusions and think that he’s disappointed in you. they probably all are, you convince yourself.

“gorou, let’s carry him inside.”

the men collectively jolt in alarm, they can’t possibly let you carry the oni into the estate. even if they saw your arm heal itself, you’re still their creator! they can’t just let you perform physical tasks like that when they’re available. so heizou and tighnari take it upon themselves to help the general carry him inside and onto the couches.

while the others are distracted you quietly retreat to the kitchen to make an escape through the back door but the second you turn on your heel, your face is met by somebody’s chest.

“you didn’t think what we saw would go unspoken, did you?” just your luck, it’s alhaitham. you’re definitely not getting out of this one.

you avert your gaze to the very interesting stove behind him, grimacing. “i was just about to grab some food for itto,” you lie through your teeth.

cyno suddenly appears beside alhaitham, crossing his arms. “we know you’re concerned for itto but the oni has a strong spirit. he’ll be fine.” he tilts his head. “however, i believe we deserve an explanation.”

the grip you have on your cloak tightens, staring at cyno as your heart thumps like its right beside your ears. “uh,” you begin, turning around to see that all their attention has fallen onto you, including itto who peeks over the spine of the couch.

“o- okay, well, initially i wanted to say something about it however, i’m also aware of how protective you all can be towards me and i realised if i did tell you all, then i wouldn’t be able to heal all of you quick enough after battling domains and open-world fights,” you trail off, continuing in softer voice, “i’m not doubting any of your abilities—i’m just concerned and mean well because majority of you are mortals. and mortals get hurt more easily than those of the adepti and other immortal beings—even when you wield a vision.” you sigh, shamefaced. “it appears my plan has turned on me, very well, if any of you believe i’m deserving of a punishment then i shall gladly-”

“woah woah woah, who said anything about a punishment, your grace?” although heizou would have preferred you to finish your sentence, he can barely get through the first few words. you clearly made your statement and proved your points. there is no need for punishment when you have already proven yourself.

“your grace, you are too kind for your own good!” venti shakes his head fondly. “you were only looking out for us in the first place, what position are we in to complain? you’ve also revealed your condition so i think we’re all even.”

you nod your head hesitantly, a tense atmosphere radiating off of you. “i just don’t like seeing any of you injured so terribly. it’s too much for me to bear.” 

it’s silent for a while. everyone’s thinking of words to say. their creator doesn’t normally express their emotions so when they do, it renders even the best of linguists in the room silent.

itto groans, turning his head animatedly towards everyone. “jeez! you guys are acting like somebody just died!” the oni cannot stand the intense silence, it makes his body jittery and he has to say something to break it. he taps his finger on his temple, shaking his head dramatically. “your grace is the only one who can get these serious people quiet like this!”

aether raises a brow at the oni, folding his arms. “looks like you’re all better, aren’t you?”

itto’s eyes return to your figure. you feel like a spotlight is shining on you from the bright expression on his face as he rambles, “and that’s because their grace is super amazing, super cool, super smart and super-”

“i think their grace understands.” the wanderer interrupts him before looking at you. “you should tell us how you discovered your condition, we’ll be all ears.”

you’re caught off guard, lowering your gaze to the floor again as your face heats up. “u- uh.”

“you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to.” xiao reminds you.

however, the men in the room have keen eyes and notice the change in your expression. how is it that the memory of discovering your condition made you react like this? now that makes them all wonder…

“ooh your expression changed your grace, was it perhaps an embarrassing memory?” kaeya teases, squinting his eye.

you fold your arms, feigning ignorance but your shaky gaze does nothing to defend you. “it was nothing of the sort.”

“oh really?” tighnari presses on. you’re sweating now.

“their grace must have been experimenting.” ayato defends you suavely but a glint of mischief shines in his lavender stare. “a little slip and slide of a few sharp objects is inevitable, no?”

“correct.” albedo nods his head, holding his chin with his thumb and a curled index finger. “however, since their grace can heal themself now, the discovery must have been… an accident?” he tilts his head, eyelids falling lower as he gives you the look you’ve seen on his face countless of times when he teases you.

your face boils like a kettle, you swear there’s steam coming out of your ears too. you snap your head away from their cheeky expressions. “you all are too much.” you huff, turning on your heel, because you somehow believe you can successfully leave the room when they all are eager to tease you like this.

“uh-uh, your grace!” venti blocks you from leaving through the back door. “after such a long day, don’t you think we’re worthy of your affection?”

you blink owlishly at the bard. “you all always are.”

venti coos at your words and the others can’t help but react similarly.

you sigh like an exhausted parent before pulling on a smile always reserved for them. “then how about you all join me on the couch while i tell you about my life in the other world?”

the men are quick to guide you to your seat in the middle of the couch. aether shushes itto because he started yelling in excitement, the wanderer and xiao have a glaring contest in order to sit beside you (somehow alhaitham and cyno are doing the exact same thing on the other side), kaeya and thoma prepare drinks and snacks for everyone and the rest make peace with the seats they’re sat at. as long as you are in their view, not a single complaint leaves their lips.

[thatjadedhotmess]

can't get enough of you.

pairings/characters: dottore x gn!reader, arlecchino x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: none that I know of but please let me know if I should add anything ! :)

synopsis: why they literally refuse to leave you

wc: 0.8k++

note: pure brainrot for arlecchino I'm such a simp for her arghh <333 likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated

dottore (多托雷)

☁︎︎ dottore simply cannot get enough of you because you let him study you (humanely).

☁︎︎ he's never had someone willingly offer themselves to him because of how they view him. But then you come into his life

☁︎︎ you guys met at the Akademia as students. There were already rumours spreading around campus about his unethical experiments but you pretty much just ignored them and continued hanging out with him.

☁︎︎ when he got expelled from the Akademia, you ended up leaving with him for obvious reasons. But now that he didn't have the resources he used to have at his disposal when he was at the Akademia, he couldn't conduct his experiments. Thus you ended up volunteering to be his subject zero.

☁︎︎ he's very appreciative of the fact that you've allowed him a chance to study you and takes extra precautions around you. Asking if you're ok, giving you pain medicine if you were in any sort of pain after his experiments, making something light for you to eat after to make sure you're healthy

☁︎︎ he just has a soft spot for you:(( like even after joining the Fatui, he absolutely adores you and usually lets you experiment on… test subjects with him instead of him experimenting on you. (it rarely happens anymore and you guys just laugh about it when either of you guys get a deja vu)

☁︎︎ other Fatui members are usually afraid of him because they’ve seen what he’s done and always end up going through you because you're so much nicer than him.

☁︎︎ he does get possessive of you though. He doesn't like the fact that you aren't spending all of your time with him but understands because he knows that you are out taking notes for him since he doesn't want to socialise

☁︎︎ he can't deny the fact that every time he sees you his heart races and a small smile will stretch across his face (even the thought of you has him all giggly)

☁︎︎ bonus point: only you have the power to scold him and it terrifies the others when they see it because are you actually that powerful and have enough power to scold the second most powerful Fatui harbinger? Yes, yes you are.

arlecchino (阿蕾奇诺)

☁︎︎ your basically the light to her existence and she always looks forward to seeing you because you bring light to her dark world.

☁︎︎ you and her met when you had gone to work at her orphanage and something clicked within her when she laid eyes on you, almost as if she knew you were meant to be hers.

☁︎︎ you don't work there anymore because you quite literally have a harbinger worshipping you and there's no need for working (:ehe:) but you do occasionally go back to the orphanage to play with the children there.

☁︎︎ cue arlecchino blushing really hard whenever she sees you surrounded by children because the sight is so wholesome and pure and she's about to have a nosebleed-

☁︎︎ you've got her to play with the little children whenever you go with her to visit the children and she swears the children get intimidated by her when really they're just curious but too shy to approach her.

☁︎︎ there was an occasion when the both of you played with the little ones for (practically) an entire day and then putting them to bed because theyre spent and you just fell asleep beside one of the kids and arlecchino saw it and brought a blanket over for you; she fell asleep by your side shortly after.

☁︎︎ little does she know though that you can't get enough of her either.

☁︎︎ you're pretty sure she doesn't realise this but she’s so affectionate; everywhere. Like, you'll get little head pats at the most random timings (there was once when she did it in front of the children at the orphanage and they all saw it and started to queue up in front of her because they wanted some too but she was so confused because she was just doing some work beside you as you played with the kids and petted your head subconsciously)

☁︎︎ and imagine having icy cold hands because of the snezhnayan weather and she just goes “your hands are cold, let me hold them” like super smoothly like it’s a normal thing (she’s oblivious) and of course you say yes but now your cheeks are pink because does she actually not realise how flustered you are??

☁︎︎ and when she's asleep?? Throughout the night, she will slowly gravitate towards you until you (or her) wakes up in the morning to find your limbs all tangled up and she's bear hugging you as she sleeps soundly.

[viviennevermillion]

Showing you his affection

dark content blogs do not interact

notes: enjoy my pantalone brainrot. kissing, cuddling etc. I love this man so much. He's precious 🥺 Based on my headcanon that all the harbingers are secretly whipped for their s/o

contains: pantalone x gn!reader, established relationship

warnings: none

P a n t a l o n e

Often takes your hand like a gentleman and presses a kiss to it. If he's feeling particularly affectionate he'll close his eyes and kisses each one of your knuckles individually before pulling you close and softly kissing your lips

When he's had a stressful work day he loves when you let him rest his head in your lap. He usually puts a pillow there and leans his cheek against your stomach while you caress his other cheek or run your fingers through his hair.

Has a peaceful smile on his face and sighs happily

He can be very clingy. In the comfort of your home, he sometimes just pulls you into his embrace and wraps his arms around you from behind. He repeatedly presses kisses to your cheek, your neck and below your ear.

He also does this when you're the one who's supposed to be working. Convinces you that if you want to keep working, you might as well work for him and the Northland Bank. He pays you a generous amount of Mora for the paperwork you do for him but the fact that he could do it himself or ask someone else to do it and still pay you the same amount often enough prompts him to distract you.

"I'm working...", you raise your eyebrows as Pantalone wraps his arms around you from behind and starts littering your neck in kisses. "Hmm.....I love you", he pouts, nuzzles your cheek and presses a kiss to your lips.

"You know you can love me after I'm done with this, right?", but your chuckle made it evident you weren't actually serious at this point.

Pantalone just straight up sits down on your lap and kisses your forehead before holding your head close to his chest. When you complain that he's heavy he tells you that the two of you might as well get up and cuddle in bed or on the couch.

He picks you up and carries you

Loves to hold you in his arms. He often comes back from a stressful day with a lot of meetings and appointments so once he has you snuggling against him he sighs and you can feel his tensed muscles relax when you run your fingers along his back.

"I missed you a lot today", he takes your hand in his and places a kiss onto your wrist.

In general Pantalone tries to keep you away from all the uglier parts of his work. The shady deals and the part where people end up dead. He wants nothing that's just business for him to stand in the way of his love for you. Consequentially you're the only one who ever gets to see him like this. His colleagues know he has a significant other but that's about all they know. They don't know how Pantalone pulls you into long, soft kisses whilst holding you firmly against him. They couldn't imagine the cold, seemingly untouchable man they knew Pantalone as adoring you as much as he did, ready to give the world to you if you just asked for it.

[sparklingbluerose]

TWST x Fatui Harbinger! Reader

You are a Fatui Harbinger, one of the most well known and second to none. Beyond realization, you tell a secret about your delusion that everyone did not realize was such a big deal until now.

A/N: THIS IS SUCH A BRAINROT OMG

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TW: Angst, Fluff, Comfort

GN! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Be Made》

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Riddle Roseheart

Let me be honest on this, the moment Riddle was interested in you was when it all went downhill.

When you fought the overblots together, mainly Leona he had always been drawn to the delusion hanging right on your hip. It...mesmerized him.

He always found it cool how you use it on the battlefield, knocking sense into any opponent who went against you. Man, he sure was glad he doesn't remember anything about his overblot at all. It would give him PTSD.

But then he start to notice you start getting more slower in movement and tired. Did you not rest enough? Why isn't your delusion being as vibrant?

Yet when he simply asks, all you replied with had shaken him to his very core. You'll...die?

Regrettably, you told him everything about your delusion and how much you tried to make him stop panicking so much but he just couldn't.

"Please, MC...please. Stop using that delusion; it's draining your life energy. We'll think of other ways to make you fight i promise." He was so hurt about it.

But there was nothing to be done. As long as you kept being stubborn and kept using it your life would be on thin ice.

More unless you DO listen to him he'll be so relieved. This man is whipped for you, having you so bluntly say you'll die to him is literally dumping salt and alcohol on a wound.

Of course, you'd still need to use it when you go back to your world. But this dude would not stop pestering you.

He won't let you take your life. To hell with it, no matter what happens you will live. He swears on it.

"Laws of The Queen of Hearts...Rule #851: "Always take care of MC and bring them tarts everyday."

Leona Kingscholar

Will not take any of the bullshit. You're strong, you beat all the overblots with barely any help and even fought against a literal GOD in your world!

What makes you think you can't fight against this issue? He'd be annoyed at your reasoning, you will not die.

Not unless he's around, he'll always order Ruggie or Jack to check on you to make sure you aren't using that filthy delusion. It's taking away your life and he hates it.

And you allowing it to happen is basically suicide. You helped everyone with their problems, now they'll help you. That's fair right? He finally has someone who sees his worth, who enjoys being around him so much.

Leaving him would tear him apart. Not unless you'd promise you won't use it he'll stop being so ignorant.

Everyone was seriously surprised to notice he hasn't even been sleeping as much as he used to; is this the end of the world!? Goodness, what have you done?

Nap with him everyday, always sit beside him when you have lunch. That'll make him more reassured.

If he had to choose between his life and yours, funny enough, he'll choose you without a doubt. This arrogant lion will be soft for you, so take responsibility.

"Stop resisting, MC. You're being dumb if you actually think any one of us would let you die. You'll be safe here."

It haunted you for days when he said your actual name. Seems he's serious about it.

Azul Ashengrotto

Similar to Riddle, he'll be really weary and slightly panic over the news. Of course, you had this conversation before but he didn't think it would happen so soon.

"I am a harbinger. Death can come to me at any given moment so i must be willing." Is what you said.

The way his soul left his body when you said that so calm and bluntly; can't you be more considerate about his poor octo feelings!?

This man will do everythin to keep you from using that dreadful vision. Give you a magic pen, have you use your weapon, quit your job, etc.

At some point, once Jade notices your vision becoming duller he'll probably turn pale as hell.

Would act very calm when confronting you, but internally this man is screaming so hard. Why...? Why didn't you trust him to tell him this before?

Once he feels miserable and out of options, he'll ask you one more time. To understand your decision.

"MC, be honest. Do you really want this..?" It comes off sincere unliks any other time he spoke to you.

If you say no, he'll finally smile and give you a contract. One he made himself. Don't worry, it'll last long. He'll take away your delusion, and in return, stay with him. Please.

Don't leave him all alone. Things were bound to be this way, but it doesn't have to end like this.

If you say yes, well, it doesn't matter. He'll still have you sign the contract either way. You will be free. And together, maybe things can take it's turn for the best too.

Kalim Al-Asim

He'll cry. Like...pretty loud, it had to really take both Jamil and some othed Scarabia students to calm him down.

Like dude, why would you ever want to die? He was scared and broken. It would be heartbreaking to see tears begin to form on his eyes so slowly...

He sobs while hugging your fatui coat so tight you'd have to take it off so he would suddenly rip it apart from his grip.

Jamil would be in a harsh decision. He has to pry Kalim off you and apologize for almost staining your outfit. Of course, it was nothing as you were worried for him.

"But– But it's not fair! We just got to know each other and become best friends, why does this have to be!? Please, don't tell me this is real MC!"

His crying wasn't helping, everyone passing by had to check the commotion too. It would make you cry.

This man would ask everyone he knew no matter the reputation because that's how legit his love for you is. Of course, it was you. So no one refused.

You were a fatui harbinger. You killed others and did so many guilt-eating commissions.

But was it said you have to be a good person just to receive love and care? Happiness and adoration? No. He will make parties for you every week, spoil you with presents, give you cuddles, everything.

He won't leave you alone, not until you never give a single look at that delusion on your waist will he forgive you.

You didn't come to NRC just to make everyone happy, give them unforgettable memories then breal their hearts. No matter what, he promises he won't let you pass.

Vil Schoenheit

Honey, please give him a warning. Don't give him a heart attack nor tears and dried makeup.

This man would most likely look at you with an angry face, telling you not to say such a scary joke until you say it's real. Only then would he snap out of it.

His nervous chuckles and quick responses were enough to tear you apart. You didn't want it but it had to happen.

"MC...please. No, it's not real. Tell me it's a joke." He will much likely be the one mostly to avoid the truth. He distracts himself with other students and makeup so that he can manage to cope through.

But it's you, after all. How long can he even manage to stay put when he knows about your fate?

"..No. I can't let you pass away like this. I will not." His looks could deceive. No matter how much he convinces others he's alright, he'll bound to break again soon.

Rook and Epel had to calm him down before he could make any rash decisions. And so, he'll take a breath and think.

What could he do in a time like this? Of course. Anything to save you from the unbearable pain you seek to live through. He'll look for any spell book, any potion that could stop you from your terrible pain. And it will work.

Then somewhat he'll create one. To strengthen your life span, or to even give you a chance to live...

If anyone or anything dare disrupt the peace he was blessed for with you, he will destroy it.

He will ask everyone and EVERYONE he knows. It doesn't matter who, as long as they can help they will.

He noticed your delusion was beginning to suck your life span by the end of the time. For Seven's Sake, he can't let go of such a precious jewel like you.

Idia Shroud

He thought your delusion was really poggers and wanted to know how it worked. Lol, didn't turn out so well as he thought it would huh...

Fear begins to creep into him, horror and flashbacks returning to his mind about Ortho.

...He shakes his head. No, he can't do the same to you. You are a person, someone too special to be botheted by any other mechanism or robot.

Truth to be told, this guy would be the calmest out of them all believe it or not. He knows you'll die, yes. But he's already felt the pain. It'll be fine to feel it again right? Right..?

He's conflicted of what to do or even to know what to do on such a complicated case. What does the delusion do?

And the slightest panic urges in his body when he asks to see it, finding it barely shining and is just a simple jewelry you can find anywhere in Twisted Wonderland.

Please...help him. Now he can't hold back, he will sob in his room when you aren't there. He will breakdown.

You may say it's not as bad as the others. True, it isn't based on built relationships with you. But if it's based off of his own experience...he will and can feel the most pain.

Slightly in reluctance, he will do all he can to reverse your fate and turn back everything how it should be.

Fellow harbinger or not, you deserve a better life too. And so, he'll attempt to give that life to you no matter how hard.

Malleus Draconia

God forbid him even KNOW about your situation. If he hears about it, no joke, all hell will break loose.

First meeting with you, of course what tied him to you was your strong will and bravery. Had you always been this...nice? Admirable? He doesn't know how to say.

When he saw you beat up some Diasomnia students in less than a single minute he was really impressed.

And perhaps, stirred a certain something in his heart. He admired the sparks, all the magic when you gracefully defeated your opponents. And so swiftly too!

He loved it. You built up the wonderful feelings of warmth in his chest so delicately...

...Only to crush it beyond redemption of your horrendous words and reckless actions.

Why? Was is not ENOUGH for you? Simply torturing his heart with your simple words of retreating, he couldn't believe it. He just stares at you so...wounded.

He never felt this way before. He was powerful, anyone feared him and yet here he was, sad over you.

No, no. He can do this. His child of man was strong and can endure anything. He'll definitely defy the laws of time, break every rule of reality and destiny just for you. He will not accept this and will tell you to keep your delusion.

Somewhere you'll never ever have to see it again. Just as long as you're there, he'll cuddle you in his arms and make sure you're safe and sound with him.

(I wrote this in one shot without even taking a break and it's now 12:25AM, my fingers hurt. Imma sleep bye lol–)

[gamecoob]

I’m as vulnerable to shipping brainrot as much as the next guy and absolutely no hate, but you really have to wilfully misread the “Prayer for Forgiveness” note to think Durge has to beg their father’s forgiveness because they admire Gortash.

It’s because they admire Gortash who is the Chosen of Bane - not because they admire him full stop...

[Spoilers for The Dark Urge/Act 2 incoming]

The thing is, Durge isn't afraid of Bhaal in that prayer... They're positively reverent. They're acknowledging Gortash is impressive despite being Bane’s Chosen, but assuring their father they will take the reins in the end and steer this master plan where Bhaal wills. If you're picking up any desperation in that prayer then it's very simply how desperate Durge is to please daddy-dearest, to live up to those insanely high expectations that have been put upon them since the day they were "born".

Hence Balthazar's wry note at the bottom: "Yep, there's the delusional daddy's boy Orin won't shut up about."

There's really no evidence (in that particular note) that Durge has guilt over feeling fondness (in the general sense) and has had to crawl on their knees begging their disapproving father to forgive them for it. More like they perceive Bhaal will be disappointed that it's a plan borne of Bane's Chosen they're latching onto. You know, as opposed to Durge being able to brag that the genius was theirs alone (and by extension, Bhaal's).

Durge's apology to their father in that prayer is very simply, 'I'm sorry I'm not good enough. Allow me to show you how much better I can be.' They're assuring Bhaal that their admiration for Gortash will not deter them when that crucial moment comes, yes... But that's not the only take away.

The really devastating thing about that prayer has nothing to do with Gortash in the end. The true tragedy is that Durge now gets to read over what was a pure and personal outpouring of their devotion to the one they loved and adored beyond all else - the one who made them believe they were His everything, too - and see Balthazar (in a comment aimed towards those who might have originally rallied behind Durge) now wryly making fun of them for it. Everyone remembers them as a pathetic lapdog. They all read Durge's true emotions, their purest beliefs, and if it wasn't already bad enough that they hurt and betrayed them and cast them aside, they are now laughing about it.

It's clear that by the point you come across the "Prayer for Forgiveness", your Durge is at a crossroads. You may have already done terrible things before you came across this note. You may have made some gut-wrenching sacrifices... Perhaps your Durge is beginning understand now that they deserve better...

After all, where was Bhaal, where was father, when his precious messiah was gored beyond recognition? Where was Bhaal when Kressa, in perverse obsession, tormented and tortured them again and again? According to Bhaal, this Chosen child of his wasn't born to be a mere "warrior for the Absolute" - they were supposed to shepherd in the end of the world. They were the prophesied harbinger, nurtured and primed for that job alone. And up until Orin made her move, Durge had been indulged and treated as such. In return, they faithfully played their role - they did everything they were told, they were even willing to kill people they admired - friends, even - all for Bhaal to repay their devotion by leaving them to rot on the floor of the Mind Flayer colony.

Or perhaps in the spirit of betrayal, your Durge may fall further into their desperate need to embody Bhaal's will, and become murder incarnate...

Because how dare these pretenders laugh. They thought the "usurped one" subdued, but Durge now knows they did not give up under Kressa's ministrations - they fought, and they fought, and they fought again, through the literal hells even, because Orin dashing the memories from their brain was still not enough to distract them from their true purpose. It is written in their very blood. A primal, instinctual driving force. And like Balthazar, anyone who ever doubted them will end up in the ground. All Orin and the lackeys she swayed to her cause ever really achieved was delaying the inevitable. As Bhaal prophesied, Durge will take their place as the last soul standing in a world steeped in blood. Then they will submit themselves in one final act of devotion and take their own life. For father. For their God. They will have finally proven themselves worthy.

Unlike Shadowheart who was manipulated into believing any disappointment or disapproval from Shar was a test, some new exciting opportunity through which to prove herself, I don't think Durge - before Orin's betrayal - was even able to imagine disappointing Bhaal. They lived for him entirely.

This is why Orin could usurp them so easily. Bhaal tells Durge they will be the last soul alive, that they are the Chosen - the one who will bring about the true end of the world once and for all - and Durge doesn't even consider the option that anyone would defy this, Bhaal's doctrine, because they certainly won't (which is no doubt why this is all so hilarious to Orin - she sure showed them how to truly be devout to the God of murder - you murder his supposed Chosen, and you become even more Chosen in their stead...)

The "Prayer for Forgiveness" is more than an admission of admiration to one man - it is the absolute epitome of Durge's relationship with Bhaal. It was supposed to be a prayer to him alone. Now, all can see these words out of their original context. Even Durge themselves.

So how will they reinterpret their prayer now they have the benefit of hindsight? How has their adventure so far - away from Bhaal's direct influence - shaped them?

Because when it comes to Bhaal, Durge will always be praying for his forgiveness. Why else does one commune with a God like that? It's certainly not to hear that he loves you, unconditionally... You get down on your knees to beg him for forgiveness, no matter how trivial the slight. You plead for as many second chances as he'll let you have. You promise you're going to do everything right this time. You offer to give him everything you have - even your own life and the lives of those you care for - to do as he wills. That was Durge's existence before...

What the "Prayer for Forgiveness" really asks of you, the player, is... what will be their life now?

[big-brainrot-hours]

Hi there! Quick brainrot (request?) remember how u said that the constellations we have in-game reflect themselves on the sky? What if, hold with me pls, what if Tartaglia of all people suddenly gets more stars to light up on his constellation, we know the bastard is incredibly powerful in-lore (by human standards he probably tops the list, abyss slip and slide aside, he is still the most human out of all the harbingers), so what would happen if his corner suddenly lights up like a christmas tree out of nowhere. Imagine the sheer smugness, he was a powerhouse before now he is just unstoppable and rubs it on the others faces. (perhaps he has more constellations than even the archons, who just stop and wonder, wtf did he do to gain the creator's favor? the answer is being a little shit-)

I LOVE both him and Xiao lmao, I find interesting that those two are the only characters that change their playstyle at c6 (power level spike aside) and congrats on the blog! hope u have a good day!

asdfadfasdf this is so funny to me. Imagine seeing a literal warcriminal who tried to drown an entire nation getting constellations before you do lmao

Warnings: spoilers for childe’s story and liyue story, sagau

Headcanons under the cut

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So, an extra bit of constellation info, when a character gains constellations, not only does the constellation in the sky light up, but the stars show themselves on their body as well. For each constellation they get, four-pointed stars run down their backs, right over their spines.

Anyway-

True to his hyrdo vision, Childe strives to be the best there is in the things he’s passionate about. In his case, his passion is for battle.

When he fell into the abyss at 14, he never thought he’d escape. Even after he had met his teacher and started training, he still had his doubts. However, these doubts left him soon after he got a vision while down there. His family had always been very religious, and had often lectured him on how the creator holds love for all in Teyvat, but this was just further proof of that in his eyes. This was the creator telling him that he would make it through this, that he would find his way out. And that’s when he threw himself into his training, how he shed himself of his nervousness and embraced the chaotic warrior stirring in his heart. The creator blessed him with this power, so it’s only fair that he makes them proud. He will take over this world and prove his strength, just for them.

It isn’t until long after everything in Liyue happens that he gets his constellations. It was late at night, on a ship heading back towards Liyue for another mission, when he suddenly felt a burning heat in his chest and down his spine. Tearing his shirt off, he looks at his back in the mirror, and bursts into manic laughter when he sees the glowing stars running down his back. His laughter gets even louder when he runs outside and looks up at the sky, seeing a spot in the stars glowing and outlining themselves just for him. He’s had a lot of accomplishments in his life, but he’s never been prouder than at this moment.

Next time he’s in Liyue, he quickly challenges Zhongli to a fight, who is taken off guard by how much stronger Childe is now. The fight eventually ends in a tie. Zhongli, weakened by the recent loss of his gnosis, was surprised that he hadn’t completely beaten Childe as quickly as he used to. He asks Childe how he won, and the only thing the harbinger does is turn around to show him his back, the faint glow of the markings he gained shining through his clothes.

Zhongli is quickly filled with jealousy. Everyone knew what those stars meant. How did Childe, the man who summoned an ancient sea god to destroy an entire nation, manage to get them? Even at this point, Zhongli himself had only had four. Word quickly spreads to the other archons, and they all stress themselves out over finding a pattern in those the creator blesses.

The jealousy of the archons only fuels Childe more, and he strives to become even stronger to defeat all of them one day. And he views his constellations as the creator’s way of agreeing with his ambitions.

As for the being smug part, you are absolutely right. Honestly, any chance he gets he’s bragging about how the creator blessed him with more strength and was happy to do so. This causes other humans to be more afraid of him than they already were, but that doesn’t matter to him. People were already wary of him before, this is nothing new, but it’s even better because he has the creator on his side now.

And when he finally does meet you in person, his first question is if you have anyone you’d like him to fight for you. He’s extremely eager to show off how he’s honed the powers you’ve given him and to see your reaction in person.

[sohyuki]

saw a picture of childe the other day and brainrotted real hard

imagine being rival newbie fatui agents with childe. you are both initiated at the same time, sorted into the same battalion, posted on the same missions. so naturally, the two of you start competing with each other. childe is the one that starts it when he walks up to your table in the mess hall and challenges you to a duel. you frown, the grip on your spoon tightening just a little at the glint in his eyes. you know how the senior agents whisper of the new recruit, the one with a wildness in his eyes and an ego to rival the towers of celestia. but you accept anyway, because mama didn’t raise a quitter. it ends in a tie that childe (ajax. my name is ajax, you learn when the two of you are laying breathless on your backs from the fight and you refer to him as carrot head) swears he won. somehow, things change after that. you still compete with each other but somehow, somewhere, you start to think of childe (ajax) as a friend. 

sometimes when there is only you, ajax and the stars, he will tell you of his life before zapolyarny palace. of his family, his brothers and sisters, the fishing village he calls home, the weight of the vision by his waist, the darkness of his dreams and the endlessness of the abyss. he tells you, voice as quiet as a child in a thunderstorm, of the things he’s seen. you think that sometimes he forgets you’re there because it sounds more like a confession of sins in hopes for absolution. it’s only when you place a hand on his shoulder, night after night, that he’s able to ground himself to reality. he’ll grin at you then and call you soft and the moment is gone. (”to protect the ones i love, i need more power. to protect my family. to protect you.”)

the harbingers call for the addition of another member one day in early spring. it’s rare that the tsaritsa decides for a change of guard but childe is excited. becoming a harbinger means influence, authority and most of all, power. he won’t have to worry about being too weak, about not being enough to protect the ones closest to him. maybe, as a harbinger, he’ll be able to finally give you the life you deserve. 

there aren’t many who have come for the selection tournament. the fatui demand absolute devotion to the tsaritsa and as such, each participant is giving a trial tailored specifically to them in an attempt to weed out their weaknesses. childe is confident. this would be an easy win because he’s been through hell and back and not even the abyss could break him. he’s seen things you’d only see in your darkest nightmares and lived through them. when they call his badge number, he saunters into the ring, confidence bleeding from every step he takes until he sees the doctor, dottore drag a hooded figure towards him. 

every fibre in childe’s being screams. his mind says wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, as the world seems to slow down. where were you, why didn’t he see you this morning, why didn’t he look for you like he always did, where you in the crowd, were you in the palace, where, where, where. it’s only when the hood is pulled off that the world truly stops. your eyes are wild, frantic as they take in  the arena before settling on him. 

“kill them.” 

a weakness. his weakness. 

the doctor tosses a knife at him and it clangs against the ice in front of him. 

“kill them and the harbinger position is yours.” 

power. authority. influence. power. authority. influence. 

you were never in the equation, you think as you watch ajax pick up the knife, clutch it in his trembling fingers. there was no reality where you remain by his side, where ajax becomes the harbinger he hopes to be and you become the home he needs. celestia has bestowed upon him the cruelest of fates and you pray, when he drives the knife into your chest, you pray that somehow, somewhere, he would find salvation. 

[scara-meow-che]

❥⠀ FEATURING⠀ⵓ⠀various genshin husbandos with their fem! s/o

❥⠀ DETAILS⠀ⵓ⠀headcanons ⨾ slightly suggestive ⨾ warning for some harassment ⨾ their reactions when your skirt/dress flies up

❥⠀ NOTES⠀ⵓ⠀this was pure brainrot because i love wearing skirts and dresses and i suddenly remembered a guy friend of mine that literally put a jacket around me when my skirt flew up because of the train. that made me have the tiniest bit of hope for the men here in this world.

++ ♡⠀Childe

◞⁺ he is definitely the type that would constantly has his eyes focused on your ass, i mean, you

◞⁺ i ain't capping or being too biased on this because this is childe we're talking about

◞⁺ he's confident. he's just really, really proud that you are his girlfriend

◞⁺ he won't stop flaunting you to other people (stop him, please)

◞⁺ he's pretty sure that every millelith guard in liyue already knows who you are

◞⁺ they have your name memorized so they never dare lay a finger on you and would even guard you when he's out collecting taxes

◞⁺ and one day, when you were out venturing from one shop after another, with the harbinger tailing behind you, the wind started to grew strong and it caused your skirt to flip up, exposing your underwear.

◞⁺ you were flustered when you heard him chuckling behind you together with some eyes that were intently focused on you

◞⁺ but your little embarrassing situation was quickly replaced when you felt him slap your ass.

◞⁺ "hey! what was that for?" you asked, glaring at your goofy boyfriend.

◞⁺ "i'm just showing everyone who owns this pretty ass."

◞⁺ give him a smack on the head for me please uGH just, stop him help, i'm falling more for him as i write this

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++ ♡⠀Xiao

◞⁺ i think xiao is the most over-protective one

◞⁺ @ameliahotson i know how much you'll love this so i'm dedicating this one for you <3

◞⁺ he won't cross his boundaries in stopping you from wearing what you want, in fact, he loves seeing you look so ethereal in the outfits you chose when you two decide to enjoy a nightly stroll

◞⁺ but he doesn't like it when people has their attention on you he's so cute, please stop me from being too smitten and biased over this

◞⁺ it was during the lantern rite festival that showed xiao's adorable and over-protective side.

◞⁺ he was waiting outside wangshuu inn, looking around as he held tightly on a headpiece that resembles a crystalfly in his hand. as he waits, he can feel his heart close to beating out his chest.

◞⁺ he was the one who invited you but he's the one who's overly nervous? what in adepti was happening, right?

◞⁺ xiao tried his best to keep his composure but all was loss when he finally sees you walking out the inn, smiling at him as you stood so pretty in a dress stained in a gradient of black and teal color.

◞⁺ "i thought we'd somehow match with something for tonight and i thought that i'd had a seamstress make this for me" you said as you did a small twirl before clasping your hand in his.

◞⁺ just by hearing you say that had xiao willing to offer his whole life for you so you better take good care of him >:(

◞⁺ but before you two leave, he places the headpiece he brought you and you smiled at him that he is so smitten to you but he doesn't know that he is, please i wanna hug him so badly

◞⁺ as so, you two went out and enjoyed the gorgeous view of the starry skies littered with lanterns scattering through. as a part of your surprise for xiao, you personally made him almond tofus and ate it on a nearby hill.

◞⁺ he's falling more for you, as i type this

◞⁺ after the small moment of just enjoying each other's presence with one another, you asked him if you two could walk through the port as the moon sparkles prettily in the water

◞⁺ and this is where his little jealousy comes in

◞⁺ you were running ahead of him, giggling while looking back at him. as you run fast, the night breeze was strong against the current of your movements. and as you grow closer the sea, the wind kicks up a notch and had brushed strongly on your dress.

◞⁺ although it didn't showed enough of your skin, xiao doesn't like one bit how there was this group of men who observes you from afar. you didn't mind the stares as you felt protected because of xiao's presence but you felt how strongly he feels for you when, all of a sudden, he lifts you up in his arms and carried you away to a private part he once saw during his nightly escapades.

◞⁺ "i don't like it," he mutters under his breath with you giving him a confused look. he gently places you down your feet, with both his hand holding yours as he looks at your eyes.

◞⁺ "i don't like how they were all looking at you." you can see the prominent blush forming on his cheeks, softly melting your heart at how much he was expressing his raw and honest feelings. "i don't like the way those humans would be entrance by you."

◞⁺ "don't worry, i won't ever leave you. i'd always choose you, no matter what so don't be jealous okay?"

◞⁺ "ah, so this is what you humans call 'jealousy' huh?" and he hugs you as the moon drapes its glories white veil, concealing the love that continues to prosper. "i don't really like it so don't make me feel this way, okay? and i promise to do the same."

◞⁺ i am crying at how cute this ended up, xiao please i am willing to give my legs for you.

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++ ♡⠀Zhongli

◞⁺ this man, right here, is such a fine gentleman

◞⁺ no, this is not me being too biased and no, i am not choosing sides right now

◞⁺ zhongli would literally be this type of man that would drape his coat on your body and just smiles at you

◞⁺ this man can steal the hearts of many, literally any time of the day.

◞⁺ it was that one time when you were accompanied by him at a local stand that sells books

◞⁺ as you look through the piles of worn out wonders, the sudden gust of wind had lift the ends of your skirt, close to exposing your underwear.

◞⁺ as he's right behind you, he immediately caught the stares of some men around and let out a soft, annoyed sigh and removes his coat out.

◞⁺ you were too focused on the papers containing different sets of stories that you were surprised to get a whiff of this familiar scent while feeling the warmth of zhongli's coat.

◞⁺ "i do love seeing you wear what you're comfortable in but i won't let anyone have the pleasure in enjoying what's mine as well."

◞⁺ besties, help, i just heard him say that

◞⁺ you blushed, nodding and went back to scrolling through the books but not without zhongli at your side, wrapping an arm at your shoulder before reaching a particular book in hand.

◞⁺ in the end, he was the one to recommend a book to you and a little bonus is that he gave you a kiss on your temple before adding "i'd read that for you when we get home."

◞⁺ bye, i'm in love

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++ ♡⠀Kaeya

◞⁺ just like childe, he is really clingy, too romantic and too horny just for you

◞⁺ this man can't keep his hands away from you

◞⁺ bet, he would sometimes leave soft trails from your spine down to your ass

◞⁺ he's too playful! gah, you can't even tell him to stop

◞⁺ because he knows you love it when he's all over you

◞⁺ there was this one time when the two of you decided to visit diluc at the tavern, bringing him some of your baked sweets.

◞⁺ you were just too sweet, too pretty and too kind of a girlfriend so he can't resist your demands.

◞⁺ just as you opened the door to the tavern, the strong blow of the wind had your dress fly up a bit, exposing most of your thighs to the eyes that were attentive on the couple that entered the place.

◞⁺ kaeya didn't like one bit when he saw some men whistling at you

◞⁺ of course, this man would smirk and pulled you close to his arms, drapping it over your shoulder and would slowly travel down and cup your ass cheeks.

◞⁺ "kaeya!" you squeaked as he softly grope it, and shuts you up with a kiss.

◞⁺ "i'm sorry for the sudden surprise sweetheart. i just need to remind these fools who you belong to."

◞⁺ my knees got weak, help.

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++ ♡⠀Diluc

◞⁺ i need to take a breather for this man, please give me a second before i type in what i thought for his reaction

◞⁺ this time, it wasn't the wind that had your skirt flipping up

◞⁺ it was a very rowdy night as there were a lot of customer bustling in and out of the angel's share

◞⁺ you two were pretty occupied in handling out some orders and accommodating most of the people who opted to enjoy the night in the tavern.

◞⁺ but there was this one customer that was testing diluc's self-control.

◞⁺ he can see that stranger ogling at your form wherever you go. as he was busy in sorting out the wine at the back, he can't help but be worried and when he got back, he saw the man slowly lifting up your the dress you wore that day.

◞⁺ diluc was fast on his feet, a terrifying scowl on his face. everyone who stood his way just stepped aside as he past through them without a care.

◞⁺ he was pissed rail me please <3

◞⁺ "what do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice was as deep as it goes. the man trembled at the glare he received from the red-haired man, pulling up the poor fool by the collar.

◞⁺ "get the hell out of here before i burn you to crisp."

◞⁺ and the man stumbled on his feet, quickly dashing out the establishment without looking back.

◞⁺ with a sigh, diluc turns to look at you and he sees you blushing to what just happened.

◞⁺ "are you alright?" he asked, frowning as the blush on your face doesn't fade.

◞⁺ "i'm fine, just surprised, that's all," you meekly replied, looking away because if you look to long on his eyes, he might just drown you in its blazing fire. and diluc notices why you were shyly looking away from him.

◞⁺ "huh, is this what i think it is? come, and i'll give you what you want." he says as he reaches out a hand. "and, in exchange, let everyone know who you belong to? got that?"

◞⁺ i didn't mean to end this like this but 🙇‍♀️

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++ ♡⠀Albedo

◞⁺ i think albedo is the most secretive and lowkey in expressing his actions when he sees you in such a dilemma but like he doesn't need to overdo it, it's subtle yet really effective in showing that you're his

◞⁺ he's just that mesmerizing and so were you in his eyes.

◞⁺ yes, we have another lover boy here.

◞⁺ you two were practically out to have a stroll around and look through the forest to find some flowers

◞⁺ on the corner of his eyes, he saw a group of travelers just casually enjoying the scenic view while you bask underneath the radiant sun

◞⁺ "you look so pretty, mind if i paint you?"

◞⁺ "that would be the tenth one this month! enough of painting me, albedo." you gleefully replied, lying down in the path of flowers beneath you. it was a pretty sight, for albedo as he can't help himself but indulge in the serene atmosphere accompanied by your beauty.

◞⁺ nature really do bring out the best out of things but sometimes it frustrates him so.

◞⁺ he can somehow sense how the two of you caught the attention of the travelers not far from where you were and it was the convenient time for the wind to just strongly brush through the opening where you were dancing along.

◞⁺ and albedo had noticed how the eyes of the travelers had focused on you that had him looking to your location and knew what had happened.

◞⁺ "my dear, you really are as beautiful as these flowers." he informs you with a smile, walking towards where you were. as the embarrassment had creeped inside your mind, knowing how some people had seen a flash of your bare thighs underneath your dress, albedo had taken advantage of that short moment and pulled you in for a kiss.

◞⁺ "you're simply irresistible, and sweet if i may add." he adds after letting you go. and he just went back to his seat, fishing out a book and let you bloom red like the roses you have in hand.

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[hqrbinger]

rises the moon.

summary; you've fallen in love with one of the most ruthless men in the world. what now? pairings; scaramouche x reader (no pronouns used) warnings; no beta, slight angst turns mega fluff, hurt/comfort, ooc scara, short n sweet, reminder that a kimono isn't just a feminine garment notes; scara brainrot always. listen i know he's probably gonna be written as the most villain-y villain ever, but idc, i want scara who only cares for his s/o <33 also i've decided to stop tagging as gn reader since i think that most of my y/n's feel very fem-coded and i don't wanna mislead anyone! also listen i know he's as tall as a table leg but a 5'8"girl can dream okay LET ME PRETEND

ALSO FUCK WERE ALMOST TO 100 FOLLOWERS AHHHHHDSLKFJS;DFDF should i do something ???? is 100 even enough to do an event probably not ill most likely just wait till future milestones-

song; rises the moon- liana flores

"who could ever fall in love with him?"

"how could someone stoop so low?"

"that can't be healthy."

"monsters attract monsters."

much to your chagrin, these encounters with people weren't uncommon. the moment your relationship with the harbinger was leaked or found out, you were never going to hear the end of it.

you held your head up as high as you could muster despite the stares, swallowing the lump in your throat. it wasn't usually bad in the beginning, right after you arrived at a new place with your lover, but as soon as he made himself known (which he was supremely good at) people would figure it out sooner rather than later.

but sometimes, their rotten words and borderline dehumanizing insults would get to you. of course you knew what scaramouche did with his time, you knew he was a harbinger, and you knew he was a killer. but what exactly did that make you?

when people looked at the balladeer, all they saw was a trail of deceit and death, a sinister stare, a bloodthirsty laugh. but it was rightfully so. he had taken the lives of countless others. how many of them had been spouses? lovers? how many people grieved their losses? just how many lives had he torn apart?

and were you just as bad for loving him?

familiar hands smoothing out the wrinkles on the sleeves of your kimono thrust you from your thoughts, eyes darting up to meet a curious violet stare. he didn't say anything, simply taking your hand and leading you past the guarded entrance of the large estate the fatui had purchased for their time in inazuma.

he stopped at the edge of the vacant gardens, the view of the surrounding islands slowly darkening as the sun descended past the horizon. this was your favorite time of day.

a thought forced its way to the forefront of your mind, making you falter for only a moment.

your happiness is born from others' pain.

its stay was brief.

you leaned against him, feeling his hand curl around yours a bit tighter, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

you breathed, feeling nothing but peace, feeling all of your worries fall away. this was the scaramouche you knew; this gentle voice, caring gaze, doting touches; this side of him belonged only to you. when you looked at him, you only saw your loving boyfriend.

you shifted, hiding your grin in his chest. he chuckled, returning your embrace, the warmth from his body calm and comforting, almost enough to lull you to sleep.

maybe the voice was right. maybe you were selfish. but you didn't care.

because once rises the moon, the man you knew felt more real than the man you knew he was.

[anemoarchonhoe]

Alright it is time for more brainrots. I shared this one with chocoenvy and i feel I should warn you that it is a mess I typed up at around 1.am while tired from work and having the lingering effects of a big can of monster in my system. That said, here we go!

Is this crack? Maybe. Do I care? No.

Imagine this, Celestia is an invading force, they do not originate on Teyvat and instead act like locusts, they go from world to world poaching powerful souls to make into more of their own number through indoctrination and steal a world's resources.

They show up on Teyvat and the creator knows they can’t win, they are strong but they are not strong enough, so they decide on a gamble. They will secret away portions of their power and then ask for one of their top followers, The Unknown God, Asmoday, to ‘betray’ them and secure a spot in celestia’s Hierarchy for themselves. Meanwhile they order another follower, Paimon, to stash away the vessels of their power in places where they can gather more power into themselves.

While the Creator ‘dies’ their gamble is to let these pieces of power get to the point where they can supercharge themself and take Celestia out in one fell swoop. Asmoday’s goal is to get into a position where they can screw over Celestia’s defenses and get the Creator aboard the place.

Meanwhile Paimon and Asmoday both sabotage the Visions that Celestia gives to ‘worthy’ mortals so that their souls don’t go to Celestia, but rather to a sort of stasis until the Creator gets back to full power and they can be called back.

The impostor portion comes from the fact that the creator will periodically incarnate as an amnesiac mortal and use the time to unknowingly survey the situation, letting their own creations ‘kill’ them so that they can trick Celestia into thinking everything is going according to their designs.

Meanwhile the Abyssal forces are to make themselves into another target so that Celestia’s gaze is drawn away from the mortal world’s matters and onto them, to allow for the Tsaritsa who has been drafted by Asmoday and Paimon as well to play her role.

Then one day the creator incarnates in a vessel in the abyss, and tells the Traveler who has taken over the reigns down there following khaenri'ah’s destruction at the hand of the manipulated archons, and been brought into the fold after being separated from their sibling by Asmoday and Paimon both, to get ready for showtime.

Meanwhile the Tsaritsa has been using her hunt for the Gnosis to stealthily gather her god’s power vessels amidst the chaos caused by her harbingers actions in preparation for this day so that they can supercharge their god, meanwhile something in the visions begins to leak into their holders dreams, showing them the truth of things but binding them to not act out of the normal just yet.

Then the scattered pieces of the creator’s power is grouped together to supercharge said creator, the Archons and Vision holders suddenly getting a…well ‘Vision’ of their creator thanking them for all of their hard work and sacrifices, but letting them know that they have just one more thing they need from them before they can all get their happy ending and that is to walk through the portals in front of them.

Celestia thinks everything is going to plan when all of a sudden all of their defenses shut off and what they thought were new recruits turn out to be nothing but echoes of the now very real and very pissed off demi-gods swarming them. Meanwhile Asmoday opens a series of portals to let the Archons and Vision Holders as well as the Abyssal forces and the Creator in.

The binding preventing the Vision holders and Archons from acting breaks and they have some scores of their own to settle with Celestia for being brainwashed into killing their own God over and over again in a plan to break their will and make them submit to Celestia, meanwhile the Creator simply smiles, throws open their arms and says-

“Hello boys! I’M BACK!”

Like I said, this may be crack but holy hell would that be epic to see. Would this be canon for the AU, no. Will people like it? Probably not. Do I like the idea? Hell yes!

You could even incorporate the yandere cult aspect into it I think, by making it occur after all is said and done with them freaking out at the thought of losing their creator again and having to go through something like this again. You know they would all have nightmares of hunting and killing the very God they love so much. And so they decide to try and make the world into as much of a paradise as possible, to do anything they need to keep their God with them, and to get themselves ready in case something else like this happens.

Meanwhile the oblivious creator is laughing telling the shocked Celestia leaders who are demanding to know just how much of this they planned-

‘Everything! I rigged the whole game!’ Yes, that is a JoJo reference.

Edit: This is a mess that I wrote at about 1 a.m. after having gotten home from work and was still slightly energized from a giant can of monster.

:o !!!

This is a rollercoaster ride with so many loops and twists and I'm here for it.

[space-dragon-ace]

Okay okay- so like villain reader....

Yes evil villain reader with soft spot for any charachter (you can choose which charachter but pls a lil bit of gay)

Okayy soo i dont mind readers description but in case you want let me give you a description->

Reader is like 'if evil why hot'

Reader wears extravagant clothes, maybe reader is even a harbinger?? But reader acts arrogant, cocky and has a slight god complex

Nobody is on readers level, the only one slightly on readers level is their darling. Reader is spiteful and hateful towards everyone except their sweet darling, they take care of them and cherish them. Their darling is readers world and they would do anything for them.

Reader is strong as well, and they honestly love taking little annoying arrogant brats down.

Readers darling loves them as well even though they hate everything and everyone, even though reader is willing to kill anything that stands in readers way. Their darling will always be by their side.

Omg omg im brainrotting so hard rn, if you have a whole different vision for this then just ignore this <333 take care of urself<3

Worthy

Pairing: La Signora x GN!Reader Word count: 1261 Additional info: I tried my best! I hope you like it :D Tagging @clouds-rambles; @irethepotato

It was a bright and sunny day, no clouds in the sky, yet not too hot. Just completely perfect. As perfect as [Y/N. You stretched, shaking the last sleep from your limbs, before standing in front of the closet. What to wear on such a day? Maybe an elegant suit? Or one of the fancy robes with loads of embroidery? It was the day you took your sweet darling on a date, the outfit had to be perfect! Nothing less was worthy of [Y/N][L/N]! If it was not perfect, it was not worth any of your time or attention. And the world was so full of imperfect vermin. Hilichurls and humans alike, all were so pathetic. You could take them out any day, yet you didn't. You were gracious enough to let the vermin live, unless they were dumb. Dumb enough to challenge you, trying to put a mark on this deity among them.

Every time, those idiot adventurers overestimates themselves, only to end up a bloody pulp on the ground. You were no weakling, you could hold yourself in battles just fine. Scaring the hilichurls was one of your favorite past times, seeing those silly creatures run in a panic once their camps were raided. Proving how superior you were, and reminding every bystander of this. Why no one bowed to you yet was beyond you, it was the least the unworthy could do. But alas, thinking about it would do nothing but sour the mood. And a sour mood was nothing needed on a date with your beloved darling, your beloved Signora.

[Y/N] had met her by coincidence, when you had witnessed her taking out a group of dumb adventurers by herself. She did not move much, only a single step to the side to doge an arrow. Then she froze them all, before burning them. She had looked so pretty, and her strength was not bad. Of course she was not on your level, but she came very close. And since no one would ever be as perfect as you, this woman had to be the second place in perfection. Thereby, the only one worthy of your love and affection. A statement Signora seemed to share, for she humbly accepted the request for a first date. Even better, she had accepted you as her lover once you presented her with that option. Truly a woman of class.

With a happy sigh, you picked your outfit. A Bordeaux colored shirt, black suit jacket and dress pants. An outfit as beautiful as the wonderful Signora. You smiled, thinking about your darling again. In this world filled with dirt and vermin, she was a diamond. And if anyone ever dared to hurt her, you had no problem canceling that person's subscription to live. You knew she had been hurt in the past and offered to take care of all those bastards. Yet sweet Signora had only laughed and told you it didn't matter, she had dealt with them herself. In the same breath, she had offered you a position as a harbinger, or at least asking the Tsarita to make you one.

It had been your turn to decline, as flattering as it was that she wanted you to join her cause. Yet, having to listen to an Archon? To anyone? Nope, that was not what you would do. You were no ones little working slave, and really, the Archons were all shit. Why anyone decided to worship them and listen to their so called wisdom, you'd never understand. And you certainly would not join those mindless sheep. Besides, if you joined the Harbingers, that would means you would have to deal with those annoying brats every day. Which would end in a blood bath very quickly. Another thing you loved in Signora, she dealt with those idiots every day.

Shaking you head, you headed out of you home. An old castle in the mountains that you had found, abandoned, but still in perfect condition. Just some minor things needed to be repaired, and it was ready to be used again. If that was no sign of your superiority, then you didn't know what was. Who else could call a castle their home? And as soon as your experiment bore fruit, you'd even have immortal servants who'd bow to you every word and command. Then you could leave the castle to travel and find the most precious gemstone, as well as the best blacksmith in Teyvat. No one else should be allowed to craft the ring your future wife and queen would wear.

With a smile, you headed towards the meeting spot you had told Signora. Yes, soon you'd ask her to be your wife. The castle was a little empty, and you wanted her to be you queen. She already had a crown, so why not give her the title, too? She could have the finest clothes, the most expensive jewellery, the most tasty food, every day. She only needed to say Yes to your proposal. And she would say Yes, what else would she do? No human would be so dumb to refuse to be at your side. And Signora was not dumb. She was the smartest, most beautiful being in Teyvat. Right after yourself, of course. And you'd make sure everyone knew that. She'd get the most beautiful ring, the most gorgeous wedding dress and everything else she desired.

Yes, this sounded right. You'd make this come true and make sure all the people and the Archons themself could see how perfect you two were. Of course there would be some envious people, but you'd deal with them. Just like you'd deal with the two bastards currently annoying your girlfriend. You could see them from a mile away, the mop of bright orange hair and that ridiculously big hat standing out like sore thumbs against Signora's beauty. At least the doctor wasn't here. You already disliked those two idiots, you didn't need the third to complete the trio of Bitches that piss Y/N off like no other.

„Hello my love~“, Signora greeted you. You smiled at her. „Hello darling. Trash one, Trash two“, you replied, looking at the idiots. Scaramouche clicked his tongue. „Hello to you too, dipshit“, he said. You huffed in amusement. „Nothing better to reply, shortstack? How comes? Are you tired? I bet you are, it's way past your bedtime, after all~“ Childe snorted and his his smirk behind his hand, as Scaramouche scowled and glared at you. „Listen here, sucker. I'm a Harbinger, way above you and-“ The rest of his sentence was forever lost. You had grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and thrown him. Boosting your strength with magic, not that it was needed, Scaramouche was now at least a mile away from you. Childe gulped, taking a step back and raising his hands in surrender once he saw you look at him. Daring him to say or do anything. He smiles to hide his nervousness, making some hand gestures to indicate he was leaving. As much as he loved fighting, he did not want to learn flying today. Or ever. He was axe-crazy, but you were something else and probably the only person he didn't want to make angry. You sighed as you watched him go, turning your attention fully to your beloved. „Now that those idiots are gone...how about we start out date, my love?~“, you asked, offering your arm to her. Signora smiled, interlocking her arm with yours and leaning against you. „Sounds wonderful, my dear~“

[seijch]

BY DAY, you attend classes and sling drinks at the campus cafe. By night, you’re known as the Harbinger, an individual with the Gift of shadow and darkness. Your two jobs have never had any reason to collide…not until the appearance of a fellow Gifted by the name of Ace, anyway.

[ read luck of the draw here !! ]

this is an extra post for me to infodump on all the worldbuilding details i never got to fit into my already obnoxiously large fic 🕺🏻🕺🏻 its holding my brain hostage so maybe posting this will help!!!

please read luck of the draw before clicking the readmore !! there are spoilers abound (and you probably won’t understand much of what i’m saying if you haven’t read the fic LMAO)

ABOUT THE CONCEPT

the very core of luck of the draw isn’t actually unique to kenji or to haikyuu in general; in fact, it was originally a part of a superhero!skz series i was planning to write but never got around to. the foundation of this fic -- kenji’s power and the idea of them being opposing forces that slowly draw together -- was originally given to stray kids’ hyunjin. i never went past the Thinking Stage with it, so it was fairly easy to hand the concept over to futakuchi when i moved fandoms.

the dynamic of this fic in general was inspired pretty heavily by miraculous ladybug’s “love square,” but i ... obviously wasn’t going to write all four sides of it so i stuck to the civilian identities (the reader and kenji) and the alteregos (harbinger and ace). in the kpop version of this wip, the reader and hyunjin were coworkers, but in moving from one fandom to another and reworking it for futakuchi, i decided to make them friends instead. they’re not particularly close (they’re definitely comfortable but not close Emotionally) to start with, but there’s potential for something to start!

ABOUT THE WORLD

in this universe, the city is ruled by two major factions that control much of the economy: seijoh, who controls the entertainment/tourism industries and has its fingers in most of the smaller businesses around the city (such as johzenji and dateko) and nekoma, who is partnered with the equally large fukurodani to control shipment of all kinds as well as the food industry (among others). nekoma has allies within the local government, and seijoh all but controls the law enforcement.

karasuno, on the other hand, works entirely from the underground to overhaul the way things are run in the city; it’s a bit .... corrupt as of right now, and they seek to change that. 

at the top are typically individuals blessed with special powers known as gifts. these gifts can be as mundane as the ability to make flowers bloom wherever you walk or as powerful as being able to alter the flow of time. there exist a series of regulations (and a shit ton of paperwork) that come about whenever an individual happens to manifest a gift. 

however, the city’s gifted demographic is incorrectly represented; a chunk of the gifted population are instead drawn to the allure of making money by doing illicit deeds for companies like seijoh or nekoma. these individuals’ gifts are never properly documented due to the traceability it lends itself to, should a job go wrong.

the government is supposedly in talks to enact stricter laws on the gifted, despite them making up a comparatively small percentage of the population. the head of the department of gifted individuals, ushijima wakatoshi, is a particularly overwhelming force in support of better regulation of his fellow gifted.

ABOUT THE CHARACTERS

in the first draft of luck of the draw, the sequence of events and relationship dynamics were MUCH different. in the final draft, you see the alteregos being drawn to each other first before you see the civilians come together. 

in that first draft, it was originally centered on the civilians getting together despite kinda-sorta being attracted to each other’s alterego? as a result, the kiss scene between the alteregos was still there but it was DRASTICALLY different. the whole idea of it and imo moral ambiguitity (kenji and the reader never went official with their relationship in the first draft) didn’t sit right with me at all; it felt a little like i was using cheating as a plot device which ??? no.

to make the long story short, the execution of that (tbh poorly developed) idea was.......less than stellar.

so i took a look at the chronology and basically upended the entire midsection to make the concept something that was less awful morally? that’s what i hope happened, anyway LJSKDFLSD

in the first draft, the reader (as harbinger) was also much less competent than they are in the final draft as a result of having been affiliated with karasuno for a shorter time. in truth, the harbinger’s origin story didn’t surface until i was in the middle of writing the second draft!

when it comes to the other characters:

oikawa doesn’t have a gift, which is rather rare for someone with their thumb sitting so heavily on the city’s pulse point

iwaizumi’s gift is entirely up to interpretation! him and oikawa making formal appearances in the story was something that only came up towards the end of draft two, so i didn’t have the space (word count wise) to really give either much thought

kyotani came into his gift without any control over it, and is only given amnesty because he was found hiding by iwaizumi

i really really wanted to talk about kyotani in this fic but ultimately it wasnt revolving around him + i once again didn’t have space to even tease an encounter with him (so in the fic proper he’s mostly there as a cameo + to scare you as you read into a potential action scene)

aone and kenji actually come from the same company that happened to come under seijoh’s control, so they’re more comfortable with each other than anyone else!

hinata has the gift of manipulation as long as you’re making eye contact with him; unfortunately, if he wills it, it’s rather hard to break eye contact once you’ve made it -- aone made the mistake of glancing at him during the takeover at seijoh hq, leading to his hold on harbinger loosening

kageyama obviously has the gift of ice/hail/snow manipulation to a rather strong extent, considering he can create it where there is none and lower the temperature of the air around him (the reader cannot create their own darkness, only manipulate what is around them)

he also has some beef with oikawa (or is it the other way around?) that involves him formerly working under seijoh -- not one of their many smaller companies, but seijoh itself (much like iwaizumi and after kageyama leaves, kyotani)

in terms of who’s been with karasuno the longest of the introduced cast, it’s tsukishima/three-eyes > hinata = kageyama > reader (but not by much)

MISCELLANEOUS

following the takeover of seijoh, tsukishima finds himself at wit’s end much more often LMAO

there are a good amount of deleted scenes and scenes that were only added in at the very last second!

among the deleted scenes is a scene where the civilians are at the park -- in the first draft, it happened in the middle, but in the second it was towards the end. it got taken out because come the end of the second draft, i realized it no longer fit ...

in terms of completion status, it probably ?? took a little over a month from this to go from Thinking Stage to the 14.2k monstrosity you see now? there were a couple of weeks early on where i did nothing on my ipad and laptop except outline and write, respectively

i definitely got burned out halfway through (which is abt the time i posted the xc2 au .. i NEEDED to work on smth else)

the idea of the clock tower wasn’t present at all in the first draft!! i only really came up with it in the second draft because i’d rather have them meet somewhere consistent and identifiable rather than some nondescript building

the running joke (?) of them getting drinks together wasn’t present until the third and final draft -- originally the scene where ace asks “do you remember our last conversation?” had a different beginning

in fact, a lot of the scenes that are a bit more...emotionally charged (see: every scene after ace’s unmasking as well as the movie night scene where the civilians struggle to define what their relationship has become) had to be overhauled dramatically

ummm i love kenji thats it! none of this would be possible if i didnt have the strongest mf brainrot for him so ... ! theres that LMAO

(theres probably more im forgetting to say ........ if any of you want to pick my brain regarding the chronology or the characters or why i had them say something or do something send me an ask! this post tbh is almost entirely for me but i didnt put this much thought into a fic that long to NOT share it with everyone else)