#when ppl r writing these fics

[manitapaleta]

read L->R

drew the part that broke me from @calamity-unlocked ‘s recent oneshot

[lovesickeros]

☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

[orcelito]

I think smth that gets me about the way a lot of the fandom woobifies Vash is that like... so many of them erase his anger? They make him a soft and sweet doormat who never gets angry Ever, and that's just objectively not true, EVEN IF we're just talking about tristamp Vash. He's definitely softer spoken in tristamp than the other versions, but we still see him get angry!! We see him Yell!!! And these people ignore that!

Then when you consider 98 Vash and ESPECIALLY trimax Vash. Bro is genuinely furious like Any time he is dealing with #Situations. He gets angry. He yells. And he's genuinely tempted to kill people in anger (as we see with Monev).

It's just plain mischaracterization when people make him so soft and sweet and Never Angry. And we all know exactly why people characterize him like this.

[hearts401]

For your ti&tr au(HHHH) i may be wrong but from the writing/fic post you made yesterday(for my time at least) evan and mike lived together after the bite, so what was that like for them??? Did they fight a lot?? Did they ignore each other?? Please I must know

THEY DID!!

Frankly Evan didn't know what to do, he held his brother accountable, but didnt like... confront him. frankly he'd expected it to be brushed off and for michael to go back to bullying him but mike was just a teensy bit traumatized and was NOT going to mess with evan anymore.

michael wasnt suuuure what to do either he tried apologizing but it was awkward and in the end they just kept their distance especially after lizzie died. michael did however fight a lot with william and evan would try to deescalate those (typically to no avail)

and they didnt fight OFTEN but when they did it typically was shut down by william. they probably didnt have physical fights (evan doesnt want to beat the shit out of his brother any more than he wants to fight with him) but despite wanting to be better, michael simply wasnt going to turn around and do a full 180 especially when neither of them attempted to fix things fully.

they did have a big fight with each other the night michael left tho im excited to do something for that

there was definitely a lot of avoiding each other and evan especially would avoid him (both out of habit and out of discomfort)

its important to note that evan (at least in this au) was 8 or 9 when the bite happened and he's still processing it at 16 bc he realizes "wow 9 year old me did NOT react correctly to that what" and he has a bit of pent up anger and resentment but hes still evan. hes not some vengeful ball of anger hes just frustrated and upset

[minnaci]

i truly think some folks on here would rly benefit from sitting with themselves and their willingness to dismiss posts / fics with low interaction count as "flops". like yes i love the Look At My Flop Posts Boy energy we have going but also i have quite frankly never posted a flop in my life bc all of my posts are bangers to ME

[wizardnuke]

shadowgast. frows up

[wttcsms]

current goal is to get balancing act, chapter one out before the new taylor swift album LMAO & im going to try to make some progress on my event drabbles 💖 we should get like three new posts before the end of this month!! also softly considering reopening my commissions to the public but im trying to gauge how many slots i should open depending on demand

[dawnlotus-draws]

Homesickness : a BitB comic (careful! Heavily implied spoilers)

Spoilers ahead and in the tags.

What’s up my brain’s consumed by these guys, this comic was inspired by the numerous headcanons Ive seen around about Rolan’s time away from Galloway, and how the hivemind would.. keep in touch. Huge inspiration from @/willotstreet’s post about Rolans alcoholism

[delileaf]

officially decided i shant ever write again. decided i suck. if u need me ill be smoking a cigarette at the bus stop and lamenting .

[cerealmonster15]

life is like a metronome sometimes I reread my fics and go “heehee silly fun times” and other times I can’t get past 3 sentences with out going “NO this is CRINGE and BAD everyone that has ever said something nice about my work is a LIAR and an ENABLER and just FEELS BAD FOR ME” actually that says less about life and More about My Issues I think 🤔

[jasonsmirrorball]

can i be a hater for a second

[harbingersglory]

Silently shaking your hand in butch who loves a pretty femme.

SHAKING IT VIGOROUSLY i love femmes sm femmes are literally so gorgeous sorry i hear someone mention them and i do Not stop talking. everyone please act shocked i went down the ningguang main to miko main pipeline.

[grantwilsonenjoyer]

i love small fandoms (more overall compared to bigger ones usually) bc i think they r more friendly and more true to the characters usually.. HOWEVER. sometimes i remember when i was in bigger fandoms id get so much more attention on fics/art and i am almost tempted to go back to old fandoms just bc of thay 😭 like i know u Shouldnt worry about stuff like that and i def dont think its the main reason i write/draw or whatever. but it Is still disheartening sometimes when ur super happy w something and then it doesnt do well on account of There Are Less People. Hm

[the-heartlines]

anyone else reread your own fics after a couole months because like,,,damn i was smoking the good shit when writing sapphic jacegan.

[ravenousgf]

does anyone have good wesper fic recs i am desperate

[squidkidnerd]

yearning for more agent 24...