#thoughtless meja

[chocogi]

Wherein the Creator is also known as the Holy Puppeteer, courtesy of the people she puppeteered around to see Teyvat in its glory.

Your hair stuck to the sides of your face. The trench coat you threw on to brave the snowy walk to the mall fluttered behind you, tattered and torn.

You were bleeding, you were tired, and you were running.

They shrieked and glared at you. Babbling about disrespect and Creator and death.

Hot tears slid off your cheeks and froze on the ground.

Your lungs burned; blood and soot decorated your clothes. The footsteps you left behind in the pristine snow of Dragonspine stood out with crimson charm.

Your blood stained the snow and laced it with gold. The snow foxes emerged from the icy corners and watched you flee.

You are alone.

Your skin is sickly pale and painful, golden strings erupted from your fingertips, grappling for anything that may save its master.

You play them around for your entertainment. You watch their stories play and do nothing. It is out of your hands, you didn’t know.

You didn’t know, you swear you didn’t know.

The strings thicken and wrap around you, hopelessly providing what little insulation it can to preserve your body heat. You’re getting desperate, the hot pain of the string and the stinging cold of the icy winds muddling your conscious. Everything’s a blur and you don’t know what’s happening anymore.

Why are you here?

The snow crunches under you as you fall, wrapped in a cold, golden cocoon of string. And suddenly, you cry out in relief.

Warmth spreads through you. You hug yourself and immediately flinch. It’s so warm, why is my skin so cold?

You distantly notice you stopped shivering.

The heat ramps up but your skin still feels freezing and soon you curl up and what is happening-

It’s too hot, why is it so hot-?

Your vision blurs; not that it matters, all you see is a wall of gold anyways. The heat feels like its boiling your blood and in response you try to rip off your clothes, push the pretty walls away, anything to balance out the sudden heat you’re feeling.

Black spots invade your sight and soon your wall of gold is a cold dark void.

Your body slowly stops moving as it puffs out your last breath.

A shimmery golden.. mass is not really what Albedo was expecting to see in the desolate land of Dragonspine, but here he is.

Even more surprising is the flora growing around and on it, uncaring of the freezing winds and the lack of soil.

If there’s no soil, there wouldn’t be enough nutrients for it to even bloom, right?

Maybe it’s another spectacle waiting for him to study.

Unsheathing his sword, he trims off the stray threads and cuts into the mass of suprisingly durable string.

The Cinnabar Spindle falls to the ground. Lifeless black, as cold as the snow around your carcass, bore dread into horrified teal.

Constellations littered your pale skin and the fading cosmos stay visible in your irises. If that wasn’t already a dead giveaway to who the body belonged to, the golden string from your fingertips is confirmation of your identity enough.

Without waiting another minute, he buries all the string, cuts it off and away from your fingers, picks you up, and bolts for his lab.

The rest of Teyvat who knew Albedo are left to question why Klee disappeared along with him, why neither of them can be found anywhere, and why Teyvat slowly caves in on itself.

They look to their statues of you only to be met with more puzzlement when they’re met with a cracked and curled statue, once smooth marble now jagged at the edges, and gold stripes from their anguished, stone eyes to the bottom of their cheeks.

The statue itself is surrounded by a puddle of molten gold and withered plants, the sight allowing the forming pit of despair in their guts to grow.

aka chocogi challenges themself on how to say you dont know anything about hypothermia without saying it directly

sorry lmao i was dead for some time

edit three people want a part two so have my brainrot

[choci-mochi]

hi!

welcome to chocci’s sideblog!

probably this is where i’ll talk w moots and reblog the most random stuff

also where i’ll post things that my friends want me to post for them since they don’t have a tumblr acct :)

main blog: @chocogi

masterlist!

[chocogi]

He’s worked too hard for this to not work.

Thick, cold ichor spelled out foreign words around an intricate octogram.

He had to go to far places for the requirements, and with Teyvat crumbling under his feet, it was getting more dangerous for either him or Klee to come out of Khaenri’ah’s haunting ruins.

It was still a mystery to him how the faded, cracking walls of the palace still held up. Maybe Teyvat itself knew.

A red claw from a Daemon, a broken-off, shining horn from a Dragonoid not unlike an opal, an elemental spirit trapped in a jar, a broken vial of blood from a True Giant, the atlas bone of the last Divine Ancestor, a feather of a Fallen, the heart of a Demonoid, and simple slime condensate from a Hydro Slime.

All of them are covered in syrupy, cold divine blood, and they thrummed with power not native to Teyvat.

Not that Albedo cared. He simply wanted the godling in the golden cocoon alive and well.

Ha may not have had any ties to the Creator, but Klee does. And maybe, he’ll find his answers and gain another little sibling.

All eight requirements sat on their respective corners of the Octogram, and as he quietly whispers unfamiliar words into the ruins’ stale air, the Octogram glowed brightly.

Klee peeks her head out from behind one of the pillars.

Albedo stands a little ways away from the Octogram, his back to his little sister.

“Are we going to be okay?”

“..yes. It’s okay, Klee. We will be okay. And we’ll get a new friend.”

Elven ears perk up. “Will they like Jumpty Dumpty?”

A timid, tired chuckle. “I’m sure they will.”

The golden threads around the icy body started to move, like they’ve woken up.

The blood bubbles and evaporates, not leaving any mark on the dirtied and faded royal carpet. the eight requirements on the eight bloody corners vibrated and dissolved into blue pixels.

Albedo sighs quietly. “Come, Klee. Let’s make something for the Creator, okay? I’m sure they’re hungry.”

Klee perks up and skips over to her tired brother., giggling happily.

Your eyes flutter, and you wake up surrounded by now-inanimate golden thread in a dilapidated throne room. You blink blearily and and sit up, looking around to lock onto Albedo’s worried gaze.

Albedo quietly offers you food and a glass of water. “Good afternoon, are you okay?”

You sniffle in a pitiful manner and accept the shared food, before shaking your head no.

His arms wrap around you while you eat, Klee offering her hugs as well, and the three of you huddle for comfort in the palace ruins.

Teyvat’s destruction halts to a stop. Your cheeks go damp with sparkling tears.

And despite him lacking both warmth and chill, you find comfort and safety wrapped in his arms.

A part two was requested by three people, and i was like, okay, but i really just wanted that drabble to get out of my drafts already because its been in there for almost a half year. no beta we die like teppei

idk man but part one works as standalone, someone just wanted this scenario and so i stuffed it with an anime reference

[chocogi]

Xiao & fennec fox child hybrid reader

A lost little feral

Xiao's patrol was supposed to be simple. Clear the areas, and check Azhdaha's seal. Until he finds a lone little foxling rustling about by Azhdaha's tree.

cw; none, i think? fluff. minor mentions of sickness. its x reader

ha betcha didnt think i woyld write genshin again after throwing up a cod drabble. its eating my brain xiao is my baby

The rain pours its tears onto the earth as Xiao walks down the dirt path towards Nantianmen. Azhdaha has been defeated and resealed, but the seal must be checked periodically to prevent fault.

A geovishap hatchling screeches and chases down its mother's tail. A few burrowing weasels wrestled by a pool, where a crane serenely picks at its talons and sips atthe water.

Amidst the roots of the majestic tree Azhdaha sleeps under, quiet rustling pricks at Xiao's ears and snares his attention easily.

Xiao sighs. He must check, lest there be a threat he might accidentally dismiss.

His patrols were supposed to be a simple matter

A sharp cry scares the peaceful crane, and it flies off, startling the weasels, who burrow away. The geovishap curls closer to its mother while she scans the surrounding area before cooing down at her precious little warrior.

A blink, and Xiao is nowhere for a moment, before a little fennec hybrid lets out a muffled shriek as the yaksha reappears behind them, shushing them with a hand to their mouth.

"You are a long way from home, little fox," Xiao mumbles. observing the squirming child caught in his arms. "What are you doing here?"

The fennec simply squirms and wriggle in his hold, tail tucked between their legs and large ears flattened in clear fear.

"Tell me." His grip tightens slightly, and the child wails softly in pain, their struggling beaten down quickly. But they don't speak.

With a huff, Xiao pushes the child away allowing them to scramble off and hide in the winding roots of the large tree. "If you won't speak, fine. Will you follow me to the Harbour?"

They look at him with fear and apprehension in big doe-eyes that somehow fit with their vulpine features, and they shake their head. He sighs. "Do you have a name?" They shake their head again.

Xiao thinks for a second, and teleports away.

The second time Xiao finds them, they're stuck on the tree, ears pinned to their head and tail tucked around one of their legs. When Xiao tries to approach, the little kit just wails and scampers away, higher and higher onto the branches. His brow twitches.

It takes about five minutes of Xiao chasing the child all over the tree for him to catch the wriggling, fearful fiend and deposit them back onto the ground, safely. It takes another minute for him to try and fail to calm their panicking as they just keep running away from him.

Xiao sighs, shakes his head, and moves on with his patrol.

The third time, it was raining again.

A coat is draped onto the shivering fox's shoulders once Xiao finds them again, and he sits beside them, uncaring of the mud that will rub into his sash.

He pulls out a sunsettia. "Eat."

The child mumbles a small thank you in a tongue he does not understand, before biting into the fruit. It tasted of mangoes, with the texture of an apple and the shape of a pear.

When Xiao leaves, three sunsettia cores have been left by the tree's roots, the little kit ushered into the cavity under the roots where Azhdaha's seal is visible.

Xiao left them a warning not to touch the barrier, and an armful more of sunsettias.

For the fourth, the child does not skitter away once they see him, and Xiao counts that as a win.

He sits by the entrance, the soil still damp and cold, and pulls out a container of "Sweet Dreams," his take on the silky almond tofu. Xiao portions a bite onto a spoon and holds it out to the foxling.

"Come here, eat it," he coaxes, but Xiao doesn't think it's doing much, considering he was never one for verbal comfort. Still, he holds out the spoon, waiting patiently.

It's only when an ache starts to bloom in his outstretched arm that the child trots closer, gently gripping onto his hand as they eat the bite of the sweet, silky dessert.

And if Xiao smiles when their eyes widen and sparkle and they drape themselves over his lap asking for more, no one will know.

On their fifth meeting, when Xiao finds the foxling curled up, shaking and sick, he only sighs, and bundles them up to take back to the inn.

It has been raining periodically, and the yaksha is unsurprised when the foxling eventually succumbs to a flu.

"Do you really not have a name? I can't keep calling you 'child'," he mumbles down at his shivering charge, and when they shake their head, he pats them gently.

"Alright then."

Xiao pets the foxling's ears. "We will find a name for you later."

In truth, he had asked for a name from his master, believing that he would soon come to take care of the child himself once the wild leaves them sick and weak. But he is still busy in the Harbour hand has yet to visit the Inn again, so waiting it is.

[chocogi]

hi guys how are you all doing

does anyone want to read me trying to write for sagau again

uhm. i started this draft with no ideas in my head pls help

this has no title i am too boring and lazy to come up with one

"Do you know what's happening?"

"What do you mean?"

"People just.. they're all saying the same things they said yesterday, like someone broke them and gave them predetermined lines."

"Oh, that.. I don't think I've seen anyone retire for the night too, now that I think about it."

Xiao listens to the distant conversation. They've said the same things yesterday, and the day before.

Odder and odder phenomena happen in the night.

The Acting Grand Sage reported about solved mechanisms in looted ruins. Lingering proof that a vision user came and went, even though all vision users are accounted for, and none of them have stepped beyond Aaru Village.

Barbatos has awoken, crying about watching Dvalin and Andrius die, time and time again, only to see them wake up with not a single memory of the fight.

Morax has come forth, and his own people cannot react to his presence— they all stand around with blank stares and permanent faces.

On some days, the vision users, too, are affected. They stand around and you can only say certain things to make them react. Most never figured that out, though, and they leave the living statues alone, pity and worry and frustration bubbling inside them.

It's never permanent though. For the vision users. Those unlucky enough to be without a vision, they never break out.

Baizhu wonders if this is an illness. A plague that has taken over four out of seven nations.

The remaining three worry. Their people, who have traveled to those affected nations, never return. They ask vision users living there, and they confirm that the foreigners, too, are now simply living statues babbling out the same words.

Some want to blame it on the traveller. They notice that only the nations that they visit are affected by this. Others defend the traveller. It is just a coincidence, they say. They have saved the nations they visit, and they have done nothing wrong.

The latter retort that if being saved means they turn to living mannequins with only a handful of words, then maybe they don't want to be saved.

Fontaine's Archon worries. their nation is next, they're sure. They feel suffocated, this whole thing feels unreal. Time sensitive quests that the traveller takes, never seem to end in havoc if they abandon it in favor of a different quest. The people affected in the quest stay frozen.

Time feels artificial. Every move done feels scripted.

Teyvat doesn't know what to do.

[chocogi]

Alchemist’s Assistant pt2 here

In which I got bored and forced Albedo to find a Skychild in Dragonspine

Albedo sighs, the wind whipping through his ashy blond locks. He tugs his coat closer by habit; he does not feel the cold.

He ducks into Starglow Cavern to avoid the snowstorm, before looking around absentmindedly for mint samples. There was something he needed to confirm, and he wanted to brew mint tea, or maybe make mint jelly as well, to indulge in.

He hums quietly, pulling out the mint stalks from the snow-covered ground and whisking them away to a small pocket dimension where he kept his weapon.

It’s.. peaceful here today, Albedo thought. Too peaceful. Has something happened? The alchemist sighs, his breath puffing into mist in the cold air.

Starglow Cavern was quiet today. Too quiet.

Shivering by the strange ice shard at the bottom of the cavern, The skychild stayed curled up by one of the red seelie’s court, cursing at its luck. One last time, it built up its energy to amplify its voice, and it let out a fully charged call.

Honk!

The call reverbrates through the cavern, but soon fades. It whimpers, scooting closer to the seelie court. Out of the fourteen wing charges its cloak can store, it only had six left.

The skychild doubts it can stretch those wing charges to get itself all the way to the entrance of the cavern. Especially not with it wearing the Chibi Mask that the Hide and Seek spirit gifted them.

The fur collar sown on its inner shirt can only do so much as to keep it warm.

The call echoes through the spacious cavern, and Albedo suppresses a flinch. What was that?

Summoning a sword with a gold handguard and blue highlights on both the hilt and the blade itself, Albedo starts to trek downwards, to where the call has originated.

The sword— Cinnabar Spindle— glinted under the light reflected by the snow.

The snow crunches underneath Albedo’s feet.

He wonders what’s down there. Was the call the reason why there’s no monsters here today?

The snowstorm rages behind him.

The small skychild shiver by the seelie court, flinching harshly when it hears something akin to a surprised hum. It scrambles away from the seelie court— immediately mourning the loss of the bit of warmth— with a shriek, mindlessly using the last six wing charges in a quick burst to propel itself to the top of the strange ice shard.

It whines, pained, from the sudden cold.

The source of the sound— a young man with ashen blond hair, a star on his throat and wearing a white, customized lab coat— looked surprised for a second, before he settled back to a calm face.

He steps closer. The snow crunches under his boots. The child scoots back ever-so-slightly.

He goes closer, till he’s by the base of the ice shard and it can’t back away unless it wants to wfall.

“Hello there..” He cooes gently. “I am Albedo. May I know your name?”

It does not answer, in a mixture of fear and confusion.

“Come on, let’s get you down from there…” Albedo mutters, purposefully using slow movements as he tries to reach up to it. “Come on, little thing, slide down to me. Why are you here?” He tries, but it whimpers and curls into a ball, afraid. Albedo does not look like its kin.

Albedo sighs, his breath clouding over in the cold. He backs away before using his elemental skill, placing a Solar Isotoma at the base of the ice shard. He steps on the Isotoma and it pulses, before it rises, carrying Albedo along. The skychild shrieks and instinctually move away, but Albedo refuses to be discouraged.

He extends his hand to it.

“Don’t be afraid, little thing. I won’t hurt you.”

Albedo cooes at the fearful child gently, patiently holding out his palm, waiting for it to take his hand.

“Come here.” It hesitates.

Albedo smiles, and summons a white, thin twig from Khemia, earning himself a gasp from the cloaked youth, as it scoots closer to touch it.

Its pale fingertips brush the fragile leaf by the tip of the twig, and its eyes widen as the twig starts to fade into chalk.

It scrambles to his hand, trying to cup its hands around the dissolving twig but when it peeks back in, the twig is nothing but chalk coating its hands. The child visibly wilts.

He chuckles, patting its head and summoning another twig. The skychilds perks up, letting out little squeaks and calls as it tries to keep it from disintegrating.

Albedo smiles at the enigma before him, before extending his hand closer to it again. And immediately, its filled with the hesitation it had from before.

But it takes his hand.

And Albedo waits by the entrance of Starglow Cavern, by a fire, waiting for the snowstorm to end with a buzzing, warm skychild on his lap.

[chocogi]

what if instead of being teyvat’s creator we’re just some wandering mythical creature visiting worlds at random who just loves playing around with people’s power levels

the twins know who you are and i hc are pretty friendly with you, because you’ve helped them a lot in other worlds

yeah. just a wandering magic animal who loves playing along with the meta and craves drama

[chocogi]

Hello people of tumblr here you see me add an extension to a work that no one cares abt but i like it and its all that matters

Alchemist's Skychild pt1 here

in which i proceed to force albedo to bond with the skychild i play as because im very self indulgent

“Do you want any?” Albedo asks the child on his lap. The skychild tilts their head, looking at the berry in Albedo’s gloved hand.

They honk— Yes, Albedo has also learned that skychildren calls are called “honks” but it does not sound anything like a honk— and shake their head. Albedo sighs and pockets the berry for a stray fox. Or maybe for himself. Whichever comes first.

The snowstorm calms down a tad, and the skychild honks and gleefully gets up to run outside and Albedo panics because wait its still storming outside get back here—

Albedo chases the skipping skychild in the Archons-damned snowstorm, and he returns to his base in Dragonspine with a giggling skychild pinned to his chest.

Both of them are covered head to toe in snow.

Albedo sighs heavily. This might just possibly be more draining than keeping Klee in line.

“Yes, okay, keep practicing.. no, the letter N does not have squiggly lines—“

Albedo sighs, leaning back and watching the skychild giggle and finally write the letter properly.

He’s been teaching the child to write; he wants to know more about the enigma in front of him.

And so far, he’s found out a few things through a great bit of struggle with a side of trial and error.

One, they’re called Children of the Light. Or Skychild. They confirmed two answers.

Two, their calls— the little bell-like sounds that can mimic certain other animal calls— are called honks.

He asked what animals they can mimic. They shrug and let out a deep call, mimicking a whale. Albedo notes to keep them away from the sea, just to keep them from scaring anyone sailing the ocean.

Three, they can understand Teyvatian Common. But they can’t speak it. Hence the skychild hunched over the paper Albedo gave them, scribbling messy Teyvatian letters.

They lift it up, giggling and shoving it near Albedo’s face. On the paper, the word “Fuck” is written.

Albedo startles.

“No!”

“Where are you from?” Albedo’s curious gaze felt like it burned holes through the skychild’s Chibi Mask.

They scribble messily on one part of the given parchment.

Do not know. Does not have name. Only regions(?) have name.

He bites his lip to stop himself from groaning out loud. “Then what is your name?”

The skychild ponders for a bit. And writes four neat rune-like letters.

Albedo raises a brow. The skychild shrugs, and scribbles messy Teyvatian letters again. 'Do not know what it is equal to. But this is name.'

Albedo nods, taking out a notepad and copying the runic letters. If they don’t know how to translate their name, it’s fine. It’s understandable. But it poses a miniscule problem.

The night goes on and Albedo tries (and fails) to feed the skychild. Sighing, he writes a note next to the copied runic letters.

This "skychild" does not seem to eat. Test further.

The early morning light spills into Albedo’s campsite, waking him up. Despite popular belief (within the people that even know of his more.. artificial origins) he does, indeed, like his sleep undisturbed.

He blinks blearily, looking around the cave in a daze. The skychild is playing around with the fire on the torches by the entrance, nothing seems to be exploding— wait what.

He scrambles up, still somewhat drowsy, and sluggishly strides over to pull them away from the flickering flames.

Albedo distantly notes that the five compass stars on the skychild’s cloak— in a straight line going down the middle of the cloak’s back, all having thick borders and four of them having spikes between the star’s points— are all glowing rather brightly.

“What were you doing there, hm? Are you not scared of fire?” He bundles the little problem child on his lap as they giggle and honk cheerfully.

Albedo carries the tittering child back inside, their laughs still very much audible even as they try to cover their mouth to muffle it down as much as they could.

Soon, Albedo manages to set the little skychild back to practicing their Teyvatian on their paper while he cooks something light to eat.

Speaking of, they haven’t eaten… Albedo offers them a bite of his specialty, (which, admittedly, he is very proud of,) Woodland Dream, to the skychild.

He smiles when he realizes they’ve given up on practicing their Teyvatian letters, and have now filled over half of the paper he gave them with scrawls and scribbles of jellyfish with crowns and what he could only assume was mantas with some highlights lining their wings.

Albedo extends the proffered bite of his meal closer to the budding artist. “Do you want any?”

The skychild looks up, chittering curiously, before shaking their head with a chirp. Albedo raises an eyebrow. “You haven’t eaten.” The skychild honks back.

This skychild does not seem to eat.

Albedo crosses out Test further and scribbles two hypotheses below.

A. slower metabolism rate.

B. has no need of physical food; does not eat for more than a week.

In case A, find out what they eat. In case B, find out their energy source.

Albedo flips the pocket notebook shut with a sigh.

The whole time Albedo has allowed the skychild under his wing was a shitstorm, really. But it’s a good one, he swears.

After finding out they can fly, however, Albedo has taken to teaching the skychild Mondstadt’s rules in gliding. It’s not the same, but it’s a good base to start on.

No, what do you mean he sends the skychild out to collect him samples? what an absurd— yes, yes he does. Hence the skychild crashing onto his stone floor with a chunk of scarlet quartz.

He’s also found out that the skychild retains no collision damage, as the skychild jumps back up to rush over and offer the scarlet quartz in their chubby little hands cheerfully, honking loudly.

Albedo sighs and accepts the quartz, offering the buzzing skychild a few headpats in return. He places the quartz gently onto his table and watches the skychild throw themselves into a decently large campfire right outside his campsite.

Two long, desperate weeks of him trying to feed the skychild anything to just watch as they simply absorb energy from fires as they sit on it, chirping happily as if they aren’t in a position that endangers anyone else should they try…

Albedo thinks he deserves a pat on the back for going through that. Archons, he genuinely started to think he wasn’t going to be able to keep the thing alive just because he couldn’t figure out what they eat.

He watches the dimmed compass stars on their back regain their glow, waves of light passing through their cloak like it’s putting on a pretty little show for everyone else before it’s stored for flight.

Of course, they’re taught not to fly outside when unneeded. He doesn’t need Rosaria breathing down his back more than she already is. Albedo shivers at the thought.

Although he commends the dedication.. please stop.

He whistles lowly, and the skychild comes skittering over in an excited buzz; he can’t just keep calling them “skychild” forever, that would be dehumanizing.

Although they aren’t really human to begin with…. the whistle is simply a placeholder until they figure out the Teyvatian translation of their own name. The messy scribbles on the spare paper scattered around his table tell him they’re close to figuring it out.

Albedo hands them blank paper and a charcoal pencil with a teasing grin. The skychild whines in complaint.

It’s time for them to practice their Teyvatian Common letters again.

[chocogi]

yes yes but what if sagau as omori au

its really just omori but instead of dreamscape’s usual, its now a very pretty teyvat. Whitespace is Celestia and Blackspace is the Abyss.

Yes, they are aware they’re simply fragments of your imagination, but after that.. incident, they swore to make you happier. it is the least they could do, to someone who gave them life. Even if it isn’t reality, it is life. That is what matters to them

and if it means killing the reminders and sealing your memories, so be it.

haha no not yandere just protective

[chocogi]

haha hello brainrotting about the creator being hated not because of them being accused of imposter nooo no they know full well you’re the real thing

they just really, really hate being puppeteered around like dolls and the second scara becomes available to us players he’s gonna kill us slash jay

..slash es ar es

[chocogi]

my sister’s welsh corgi made a pillow out of me

so

like

imagine lying down w rishboland tigers to sleep and whoever’s w u cant wake u up bc that means waking the tigers up too

idk i just like the design hyv gave the tigers theyre like a cat and a butterfly rolled in one but it doesnt have wings

[chocogi]

Masterlist v2 started 12/24/2023

Call of Duty;

Simon "Ghost" Riley

> A ghost of a Ghost

Genshin Impact

Xiao

> A lost little feral

[chocogi]

please help me find an ao3 fic :(

ive been trying to find it for days now ksnskdkdkd

im not sure if it has the original character tag or the reader tag but essentially someone whose name starts w a G is the daughter of zhongli but zhongli was Bad Father (tm) until his ‘death’ upom he tried to find his daughter only to find out she’s out of liyue

anyways daughter whose name starts w g is in sumeru tryna find out the truth abt smth with tighnari and cyno in the desert and apparently scaracoochie is her lil cousin and shes weak bc she sealed her powers in her mother (guizhong’s) weapon and gave it to him yadda yadda xiao tries to call her back via her dream but G said no fuck off zhongli’s not my dad anymore so xiao gets kicked her dream pls thats all i remember im going feral trying to find this fic its in ao3 i swear it is im gonna cry

nope nah nevermind someone found it :DD

[chocogi]

i dont have the patience to shiny hunt via masuda method, let alone do it on full odds

sees the shiny version of the swords of justice

intense crying while screaming at virizion to just turn pink already 470+ encounters into the hunt

[chocogi]

just me who really doesnt like it when someone uses tags that doesn’t correspond to their post unless it’s important? like a diluc post in the scaramouche tags, or an itto post in both the xiao and the albedo tags

like, i get it, you want your work to be seen more, and using more tags ensure that, but the tags dont just help with publicity, it’s for segregation. so people can just tap on a tag and see only the main content they want to see. sure, not every tumblr user does this ‘oh i’ll use unrelated tags to my works’ but on the rare times i see people do, i start moving back to ao3 because there i see only what the tags promise me

gets especially annoying when it’s a long fic post and they didnt use a readmore, so just tons of scrolling

if you do this, can i ask why? like i wont have a grudge, just wanna know. i was a wattpad/ao3 junkie before rolling into tumblr and they only use tags for segregating fic topics and such. is it that different here?

[chocogi]

recently found the character ai texting thing that was going ‘viral’ (beta.character.ai)

the responses most of the genshin ai bots have while i roleplay dazai… giggles