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Amidst the bustling streets of Liyue, Galene, the celebrated painter is creating magic onto her canvas. Her paintings, a symphony of colors, unravel tales of the harbor and beyond, tales older than time itself and secrets well hidden beneath the mountains and soil. Yet, her most enchanting work remains unseen, shrouded in the depths of the sea.

◆Name: Galene

◆Vision: Electro

◆Weapon: Sword

◆Constellation: Syreni Ductu

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Sword: Seashell Saber

Normal Attack: Tidal Slash

Elemental Skill: Ocean's Embrace

Elemental Burst: Tidal Requiem

C1: Guardian's Refuge

C2: Luminous Pearl

C3: Seafoam's Touch

C4: Crest of the Riptide

C5: Surge of the Tides

C6: Pearl of Tranquility

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HELLO LOVESSS I'm super excited to finally show you all my dear Galene's redesign 💞💞 A much needed glow up from her older design with much more thought put into it I'd like to believe 😭

Updated her design on her splash art and of course mermaid design!!

Her new introduction will be posted right after this, stay tuned!! 💕

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My genshin oc physically makes me unwell, I can yap about them for a long while. Idk if I should write a little story for them, or if I should yap about them on here.

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Echoes of Selvoris

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𝙏𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨

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𝘪. 𝘛𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦

𝘪𝘪. 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘰

𝘪𝘪𝘪. 𝘗𝘭𝘰𝘵

𝘪𝘷. 𝘙𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴

𝘷. 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴

𝘷𝘪. 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵

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» This is one of my original plots from a roleplay community that I wanted to make public for others to use. Please give credit if you decide to use. It is going to be converted into a personal project if I get enough good feedback.

» If it’s a 1x1 roleplay, it’s highly encouraged to have each person to play two of the roles; if it’s a group roleplay… it’s self explanatory.

» This is based off a Space Exploration, Sci-fi adventure. Characters going through a rough journey trying to survive on a deserted moon while also uncovering the truth behind the mysteries of the abandoned alien ruins littering the moon.

» Possible major character death may occur depending on how the story goes.

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In Echoes of Selvoris, a four-person exploratory crew becomes stranded on an uncharted moon, Selvoris, in a distant star system. Commander █████ ███, exo-biologist █████ ████, engineer ███ █████, and alien technology specialist ██████ ███ quickly realize the moon is more than it seems. Scattered with advanced alien ruins, Selvoris was once a battleground for an ancient interstellar empire destroyed by civil war over a powerful energy source.

As the crew explores, they each experience strange visions hinting at the moon’s violent history. When Selene activates an ancient star map, it sends a warning signal across the galaxy, unknowingly alerting a dormant alien fleet. To survive, the crew must decide whether to use the energy source to escape or destroy it to prevent an interstellar war. As an alien armada approaches, their decision could either lead humanity into a galactic conflict or prevent an unimaginable threat from reaching Earth.

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❝ Survival isn’t about bravery; it’s about knowing when to stop pushing and start thinking.❞

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» Any constructive criticism for the plot is greatly appreciated.

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Commander █████ ███

As a seasoned leader, █████ ███ balances caution with courage, always weighing risks carefully. Their focus is on getting the crew out alive, even if it means making tough calls.

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Exo-biologist █████ █████

Driven by their fascination with alien life, █████ █████ sees the mysteries of Selvoris as more than a scientific challenge—they’re a chance to connect with an ancient legacy that humanity has barely begun to understand.

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Engineer ███ █████

[c] Blunt and fearless, ███ █████ sees the world in terms of systems that need fixing. They’re skeptical of anything that can’t be explained by logic or engineering, which makes them wary of Selvoris’ strange phenomena.

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Alien technology specialist ██████ ███

Haunted by fragments of memories they can’t fully understand, ██████ ███ feels a mysterious connection to the alien ruins. Their intuition drives them to delve deeper, even if it leads the crew into unknown dangers.

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Possible personal project in the making!

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Y’all- I have a lecture in 30 minutes. Spam boop me bc I’m genuinely curious to see how much I’d get in the span of an hour and 40 minutes.

I shall indulge in the chaos once I’m free from my Calculus for Business and Social Science class.

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Y’all- I have a lecture in 30 minutes. Spam boop me bc I’m genuinely curious to see how much I’d get in the span of an hour and 40 minutes.

I shall indulge in the chaos once I’m free from my Calculus for Business and Social Science class.

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I went in the code again and saw the new Boop paws were vectors this time, so I converted them into some good sized pngs that are a little easier to work.

Save and share to boop your people later!

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I may become a serial booper

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Happy Boop-oween!

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Please Stay — In which Ororon has a nightmare and their partner helps calm him down.

Content Warning — NATLAN 5.1 ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS; slight OOC Ororon; inaccurate portrayal of PTSD/panic attacks; unedited

Notes — hurt/reverse comfort; slight ooc characters; word count: 900+; Natlan 5.1 Archon Quest Spoilers under the cut, you have been warned.

No- nonono. How did it get this bad? Hundreds- no- thousands of people and saurians were dead. No Ode of Resurrection will bring them back, no prayers to the gods will bring the countless lives that were lost back. 

He’s seen the battle reports. 3782 dead. 4276 active abyssal monsters in Natlan. Ororon is sure there’s more that hasn't been recorded. This wasn’t some disaster, this was war. 

“Shit-” Ororon skidded to a stop, facing the monsters from the Abyss that suddenly came out of nowhere. It was merely a few hilichurls, but it was still something he wasn’t wanting to deal with. Not now. Not when he’s trying to get to the Masters of the Night-Wind’s territory to provide backup. He was quick to finish off the hilichurls in his path, a few scrapes and bruises littered his body. It was nothing compared to what others got. 

It took him around fifteen minutes to get to the tribe, slowing to a stop. The tribe was in utter chaos. Bodies of both the people of Natlan and the monsters of the Abyss littered the ground, blood staining the grass. The air was still and it was so… quiet. Ororon pulled out his bow and had an arrow at the ready as he slowly started to creep through the tribe, ready to take out anything from the Abyss or help any survivors. 

Ororon swallowed hard, trying to ignore the bodies of familiar faces he stepped over as he continued on through the tribe. His bow quickly lowered when his gaze landed on Citlali, who was kneeling on the floor holding onto someone’s body.

“Granny?” Ororon’s voice was quiet as he spoke up, he slowly moved towards the woman. “Granny, are you okay?” 

“Ororon-” Citlali looked up, turning her body towards the man. “I- Y/N-  I tried to stop them. But they wouldn’t listen.” 

Ororon stopped in his tracks, the full picture setting in. There Citlali was, cradling Y/N’s lifeless body. The vision connected to their side was dull and faded. His breath caught in his throat as tears burned his eyes, his bow slipping out of his hands. 

With a gasp, Ororon quickly sat upright in bed, his hands gripping onto the sheets of the bed- desperately trying to ground himself. His heart hammered against his chest, his grip tightening on the sheets, his desperate attempt to just calm down just wasn’t working.Ororon was oblivious to his partner slowly waking up beside him.

Y/N let out a small grumble as they reached up to rub the tiredness out of their eyes. Pulling their hands away from their face, Y/N blinked while they shifted over to face Ororon, half expecting him to be lying down beside them. Y/N’s eyebrows immediately furrowed seeing the state that Ororon was in, they sitting up with a small groan. “Ororon..?” 

Ororon’s head snapped to the side at the sudden call of his name, his breath catching in his throat as he looked at Y/N. The false images of Y/N’s dead body- their lifeless eyes and ghostly pale skin. The panic setting in further as these awful images warped reality. “No- no.” 

Y/N looked at Ororon quietly, trying to read his expression and body language. It was clear as day that he was having some sort of attack and was struggling to ground himself. So with one swift movement, Y/N reached over, turning on the lamp on the bedside table before turning back to Ororon. 

“Hey… hey, you’re okay. You’re safe.” Y/N’s pace was slow as they spoke, their hands moving to take hold of Ororon’s, giving a gentle squeeze once they had a solid grip. “Can you hear me?” 

Y/N paused, waiting for a response from Ororon, only getting a small nod in response along with the grip on their hands tightening. Y/N offered a smile before they continued to speak. “Good… that’s good.” Y/N tighten their own grip on his hands. “I want you to focus on my breathing and try to match it. Do you think you can do that?” 

Ororon glanced down at their joined hands, Y/N’s words were muffled like they were speaking into a pillow across the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. Follow their breathing… he- he could do that. Ororon glanced down at Y/N’s chest and focused on the rising and falling motion, doing his best to calm his near hyperventilating and match their breathing. His eyes eventually closed as he focused on his own steady breathing.

Y/N, noticing Ororon’s panic significantly calming down, slowly went to pull away so they could get him some water. In turn, Ororon’s eyes snapped open when he felt their hands pulling away from his. “No- stay- please.” Y/N’s lips pressed together as their eyebrows furrowed, noting the desperation in his voice and how shaky he was. 

“Okay… I won’t leave.” Y/N moved to sit down next to Ororon again, covering their mouth as they let out a small yawn. They opened their mouth to say something else but stopped once strong arms wrapped around them, Y/N letting out a sigh before wrapping their arms around Ororon’s waist, leaning up and pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“No… can we just stay like this for a while longer?” Ororon moved, letting his head rest against Y/N’s shoulder, almost hunched over them. 

“Of course we can.” Y/N adjusted their bodies to where their back was against the headboard of the bed as they held Ororon, rubbing small circles against his back and placing small kisses against his head, whispering small words of affirmation to him. Y/N smiled once they noticed Ororon finally fell asleep. 

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Please Stay — In which Ororon has a nightmare and their partner helps calm him down.

Content Warning — NATLAN 5.1 ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS; slight OOC Ororon; inaccurate portrayal of PTSD/panic attacks; unedited

Notes — hurt/reverse comfort; slight ooc characters; word count: 900+; Natlan 5.1 Archon Quest Spoilers under the cut, you have been warned.

No- nonono. How did it get this bad? Hundreds- no- thousands of people and saurians were dead. No Ode of Resurrection will bring them back, no prayers to the gods will bring the countless lives that were lost back. 

He’s seen the battle reports. 3782 dead. 4276 active abyssal monsters in Natlan. Ororon is sure there’s more that hasn't been recorded. This wasn’t some disaster, this was war. 

“Shit-” Ororon skidded to a stop, facing the monsters from the Abyss that suddenly came out of nowhere. It was merely a few hilichurls, but it was still something he wasn’t wanting to deal with. Not now. Not when he’s trying to get to the Masters of the Night-Wind’s territory to provide backup. He was quick to finish off the hilichurls in his path, a few scrapes and bruises littered his body. It was nothing compared to what others got. 

It took him around fifteen minutes to get to the tribe, slowing to a stop. The tribe was in utter chaos. Bodies of both the people of Natlan and the monsters of the Abyss littered the ground, blood staining the grass. The air was still and it was so… quiet. Ororon pulled out his bow and had an arrow at the ready as he slowly started to creep through the tribe, ready to take out anything from the Abyss or help any survivors. 

Ororon swallowed hard, trying to ignore the bodies of familiar faces he stepped over as he continued on through the tribe. His bow quickly lowered when his gaze landed on Citlali, who was kneeling on the floor holding onto someone’s body.

“Granny?” Ororon’s voice was quiet as he spoke up, he slowly moved towards the woman. “Granny, are you okay?” 

“Ororon-” Citlali looked up, turning her body towards the man. “I- Y/N-  I tried to stop them. But they wouldn’t listen.” 

Ororon stopped in his tracks, the full picture setting in. There Citlali was, cradling Y/N’s lifeless body. The vision connected to their side was dull and faded. His breath caught in his throat as tears burned his eyes, his bow slipping out of his hands. 

With a gasp, Ororon quickly sat upright in bed, his hands gripping onto the sheets of the bed- desperately trying to ground himself. His heart hammered against his chest, his grip tightening on the sheets, his desperate attempt to just calm down just wasn’t working.Ororon was oblivious to his partner slowly waking up beside him.

Y/N let out a small grumble as they reached up to rub the tiredness out of their eyes. Pulling their hands away from their face, Y/N blinked while they shifted over to face Ororon, half expecting him to be lying down beside them. Y/N’s eyebrows immediately furrowed seeing the state that Ororon was in, they sitting up with a small groan. “Ororon..?” 

Ororon’s head snapped to the side at the sudden call of his name, his breath catching in his throat as he looked at Y/N. The false images of Y/N’s dead body- their lifeless eyes and ghostly pale skin. The panic setting in further as these awful images warped reality. “No- no.” 

Y/N looked at Ororon quietly, trying to read his expression and body language. It was clear as day that he was having some sort of attack and was struggling to ground himself. So with one swift movement, Y/N reached over, turning on the lamp on the bedside table before turning back to Ororon. 

“Hey… hey, you’re okay. You’re safe.” Y/N’s pace was slow as they spoke, their hands moving to take hold of Ororon’s, giving a gentle squeeze once they had a solid grip. “Can you hear me?” 

Y/N paused, waiting for a response from Ororon, only getting a small nod in response along with the grip on their hands tightening. Y/N offered a smile before they continued to speak. “Good… that’s good.” Y/N tighten their own grip on his hands. “I want you to focus on my breathing and try to match it. Do you think you can do that?” 

Ororon glanced down at their joined hands, Y/N’s words were muffled like they were speaking into a pillow across the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. Follow their breathing… he- he could do that. Ororon glanced down at Y/N’s chest and focused on the rising and falling motion, doing his best to calm his near hyperventilating and match their breathing. His eyes eventually closed as he focused on his own steady breathing.

Y/N, noticing Ororon’s panic significantly calming down, slowly went to pull away so they could get him some water. In turn, Ororon’s eyes snapped open when he felt their hands pulling away from his. “No- stay- please.” Y/N’s lips pressed together as their eyebrows furrowed, noting the desperation in his voice and how shaky he was. 

“Okay… I won’t leave.” Y/N moved to sit down next to Ororon again, covering their mouth as they let out a small yawn. They opened their mouth to say something else but stopped once strong arms wrapped around them, Y/N letting out a sigh before wrapping their arms around Ororon’s waist, leaning up and pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“No… can we just stay like this for a while longer?” Ororon moved, letting his head rest against Y/N’s shoulder, almost hunched over them. 

“Of course we can.” Y/N adjusted their bodies to where their back was against the headboard of the bed as they held Ororon, rubbing small circles against his back and placing small kisses against his head, whispering small words of affirmation to him. Y/N smiled once they noticed Ororon finally fell asleep. 

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Hello! I just wanted to say that requests are open for me. It may take time depending on how busy I am but I’m more than willing to write.

I’m not caught up with Honkai Star Rail so I’ll only be taking requests for Genshin Impact or requests before 2.3. (Hsr characters will possibly be ooc since I’m not as comfortable writing for them as I am with Genshin characters).

Just send me an ask or comment and I’ll get to it as soon as I possibly can <3

(I don’t write NSFW content, I try to make this a minor friendly blog)

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Please Stay — In which Ororon has a nightmare and their partner helps calm him down.

Content Warning — NATLAN 5.1 ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS; slight OOC Ororon; inaccurate portrayal of PTSD/panic attacks; unedited

Notes — hurt/reverse comfort; slight ooc characters; word count: 900+; Natlan 5.1 Archon Quest Spoilers under the cut, you have been warned.

No- nonono. How did it get this bad? Hundreds- no- thousands of people and saurians were dead. No Ode of Resurrection will bring them back, no prayers to the gods will bring the countless lives that were lost back. 

He’s seen the battle reports. 3782 dead. 4276 active abyssal monsters in Natlan. Ororon is sure there’s more that hasn't been recorded. This wasn’t some disaster, this was war. 

“Shit-” Ororon skidded to a stop, facing the monsters from the Abyss that suddenly came out of nowhere. It was merely a few hilichurls, but it was still something he wasn’t wanting to deal with. Not now. Not when he’s trying to get to the Masters of the Night-Wind’s territory to provide backup. He was quick to finish off the hilichurls in his path, a few scrapes and bruises littered his body. It was nothing compared to what others got. 

It took him around fifteen minutes to get to the tribe, slowing to a stop. The tribe was in utter chaos. Bodies of both the people of Natlan and the monsters of the Abyss littered the ground, blood staining the grass. The air was still and it was so… quiet. Ororon pulled out his bow and had an arrow at the ready as he slowly started to creep through the tribe, ready to take out anything from the Abyss or help any survivors. 

Ororon swallowed hard, trying to ignore the bodies of familiar faces he stepped over as he continued on through the tribe. His bow quickly lowered when his gaze landed on Citlali, who was kneeling on the floor holding onto someone’s body.

“Granny?” Ororon’s voice was quiet as he spoke up, he slowly moved towards the woman. “Granny, are you okay?” 

“Ororon-” Citlali looked up, turning her body towards the man. “I- Y/N-  I tried to stop them. But they wouldn’t listen.” 

Ororon stopped in his tracks, the full picture setting in. There Citlali was, cradling Y/N’s lifeless body. The vision connected to their side was dull and faded. His breath caught in his throat as tears burned his eyes, his bow slipping out of his hands. 

With a gasp, Ororon quickly sat upright in bed, his hands gripping onto the sheets of the bed- desperately trying to ground himself. His heart hammered against his chest, his grip tightening on the sheets, his desperate attempt to just calm down just wasn’t working.Ororon was oblivious to his partner slowly waking up beside him.

Y/N let out a small grumble as they reached up to rub the tiredness out of their eyes. Pulling their hands away from their face, Y/N blinked while they shifted over to face Ororon, half expecting him to be lying down beside them. Y/N’s eyebrows immediately furrowed seeing the state that Ororon was in, they sitting up with a small groan. “Ororon..?” 

Ororon’s head snapped to the side at the sudden call of his name, his breath catching in his throat as he looked at Y/N. The false images of Y/N’s dead body- their lifeless eyes and ghostly pale skin. The panic setting in further as these awful images warped reality. “No- no.” 

Y/N looked at Ororon quietly, trying to read his expression and body language. It was clear as day that he was having some sort of attack and was struggling to ground himself. So with one swift movement, Y/N reached over, turning on the lamp on the bedside table before turning back to Ororon. 

“Hey… hey, you’re okay. You’re safe.” Y/N’s pace was slow as they spoke, their hands moving to take hold of Ororon’s, giving a gentle squeeze once they had a solid grip. “Can you hear me?” 

Y/N paused, waiting for a response from Ororon, only getting a small nod in response along with the grip on their hands tightening. Y/N offered a smile before they continued to speak. “Good… that’s good.” Y/N tighten their own grip on his hands. “I want you to focus on my breathing and try to match it. Do you think you can do that?” 

Ororon glanced down at their joined hands, Y/N’s words were muffled like they were speaking into a pillow across the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. Follow their breathing… he- he could do that. Ororon glanced down at Y/N’s chest and focused on the rising and falling motion, doing his best to calm his near hyperventilating and match their breathing. His eyes eventually closed as he focused on his own steady breathing.

Y/N, noticing Ororon’s panic significantly calming down, slowly went to pull away so they could get him some water. In turn, Ororon’s eyes snapped open when he felt their hands pulling away from his. “No- stay- please.” Y/N’s lips pressed together as their eyebrows furrowed, noting the desperation in his voice and how shaky he was. 

“Okay… I won’t leave.” Y/N moved to sit down next to Ororon again, covering their mouth as they let out a small yawn. They opened their mouth to say something else but stopped once strong arms wrapped around them, Y/N letting out a sigh before wrapping their arms around Ororon’s waist, leaning up and pressing a kiss against his cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“No… can we just stay like this for a while longer?” Ororon moved, letting his head rest against Y/N’s shoulder, almost hunched over them. 

“Of course we can.” Y/N adjusted their bodies to where their back was against the headboard of the bed as they held Ororon, rubbing small circles against his back and placing small kisses against his head, whispering small words of affirmation to him. Y/N smiled once they noticed Ororon finally fell asleep. 

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I absolutely love this. This is so cute- dkjaxbjskzid

FAMILY COMES FIRST

Summary: Capitano brings his daughter to a Harbinger meeting because you are currently sick. The Harbingers are surprised, and Alina(daughter) was in awe about the 11th harbinger’s eyes, calling them "water eyes." Her innocence softens everyone in the room, even making Childe smile.

The Fatui headquarters in Snezhnaya had never felt more stunning to you than on this cold, dull day. The wind howled through the snow-covered streets, rattling against the windows of your shared home as you lay beneath the blankets, your skin warm and flushed with fever. Your body ached, and the weight of exhaustion pressed heavily upon you.

The usually soothing presence of your husband, Capitano, was missing, and your mind couldn't help but wander to where he was at that moment. You knew exactly where: in a meeting with the other Harbingers. Normally, your little family was kept separate from such matters, and you were more than happy with that arrangement. However, this time was different. Your husband had left for his duties this morning, leaving you alone with your lively, energetic child—your precious two-year-old daughter, Alina.

Normally, handling her joyful spirit was a joy you cherished, but in your current state, every giggle and playful grab for your attention felt like a backbreaking task.

You hadn’t expected to fall ill, and you certainly hadn’t expected Capitano to be needed at a Harbinger meeting so urgently.

As Alina toddled toward you, her tiny hands reaching for your cheek, you smiled weakly. "Mama's okay, sweetheart," you whispered, though you barely had the strength to lift your hand to stroke her hair.

In the midst of your thoughts, the sound of heavy footsteps approached the door. Capitano returned. His dark armor and massive frame filled the doorway, but his expression softened the moment he saw your state. He quickly approached the bed, his voice low with concern.

"You should’ve called for me sooner," he murmured, kneeling beside you and placing a large, gloved hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

"I didn’t want to bother you…" you whispered. "Besides, I thought I could manage…"Capitano’s frown deepened, his brows furrowing behind his mask. “You and Alina come first, always.

”Alina, who had been playing with one of her father’s gloves, immediately perked up at the sight of him, toddling over to tug at his cloak. “Papa!”

His stern expression softened as he scooped up his daughter in one arm, effortlessly holding her tiny body against his broad chest. The sight made your heart swell. For a man feared across nations, Capitano had always been gentle with his family.

But his position's reality was drawing near. There was no way to skip today's meeting because Capitano was still a Harbinger. He stood with Alina still in his arms, his gaze lingering on you as if weighing a decision.

“You’re too ill to take care of Alina alone,” he finally said. “I’ll take her with me.

”You blinked in surprise, a small laugh escaping your lips despite the ache in your body. "To… to the Harbinger meeting?" Capitano’s eyes flashed with resolve. “Yes. There is no safer place for her than by my side.” The thought of your two-year-old daughter sitting among the most fearsome figures in Teyvat—Dottore, Pantalone, Arlecchino, Pierro—was both amusing and absurd. Yet, you trusted Capitano implicitly. If anyone could protect her, it was him. With a weak nod, you relented.

“Alright, but… keep her out of trouble.” Capitano’s lips twitched upward in the faintest hint of a smile behind his mask. "Of course."

The grand meeting room in the Fatui’s main fortress(?) was as intimidating as ever, filled with the cold air and tension. The Harbingers were standing around a long table.

As he readied himself to address the group, Pierro, the Director, stood at the head of the table, his gaze calculating and sharp. It was a rare occasion for all the Harbingers to gather, and naturally, it came with an air of importance.

But this time, something was… different.

As the grand doors creaked open, every Harbinger turned their attention toward the figure that entered. Capitano, the fearsome 1st Harbinger, marched into the room as usual, his broad figure cloaked in black, his presence as intimidating as ever.

But then they saw it. Perched in his arm, clinging to his cloak, was a tiny child. Her bright, curious eyes scanned the room as she pointed at various Harbingers, muttering incoherently in the way only toddlers could. Silence fell over the room. Pantalone, was the first to break the stunned quiet, his lips quirking into an amused smirk.

"Well, well, Capitano. I didn’t realize our meeting was so… casual today." Dottore’s eyes gleamed with interest behind his mask, Already figuring out the numerous of questions he wanted to ask about this new “subject.” "A curious specimen," he muttered to himself, though loud enough for everyone to hear. Arlecchino’s sharp gaze flickered between the child and Capitano. "You’ve brought a child to a Harbinger meeting?" Capitano remained unbothered by their reactions. He walked calmly to his position, his daughter still sitting comfortably on his arm.

As he took his place at the table, Alina immediately started fiddling with a piece of his armor, completely unaware of the danger and power surrounding her. "Her mother is unwell," Capitano stated simply, his voice firm and leaving no room for argument. "I will take responsibility for her here."Pierro, merely raised an eyebrow. "I trust this will not interfere with the proceedings?"

"Not at all," Capitano replied. He glanced down at Alina, who was now inspecting his gauntlets with great interest. The tension slowly lifted as the meeting proceeded, though more than a few of the Harbingers kept stealing glances at the toddler on Capitano’s arm. Occasionally, she would giggle or reach for something on the table, and each time, Capitano would gently redirect her attention with a soft murmur. The sight of the mighty Captain doting on his daughter in the middle of such a grim meeting was a scene none of the Harbingers had ever imagined.

Even the rigid Pierro seemed slightly amused, though he hid it well behind his usual stoicism. As the discussion deepened, Alina's attention wandered to the other Harbingers. She stared at each of them in turn, her tiny fingers still gripping her father’s cloak. But it was when her gaze landed on the 11th Harbinger, Childe, that she froze.

She simply *stared* at him, her wide eyes fixed on his face, in particular his bright, ocean-colored eyes. Childe, who had been following the meeting intently, slowly noticed the unwavering stare of the tiny girl. 

A mischievous smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "What’s this? Have I caught the little one’s attention?" Alina didn’t blink. Her mouth parted slightly in wonder as she continued to gaze at him, transfixed. In her short life, she had never seen eyes like Childe’s. They reminded her of the stories you would tell her about the ocean—vast and blue, endless and beautiful. To her, Childe’s eyes seemed like a whole world she wanted to explore. "Papa," she whispered, pointing at Childe. "Eyes like water…"A murmur of surprise rippled through the room.

Even Arlecchino, normally one to show little emotion, blinked and softened at the innocent awe in Alina’s voice. Childe, too, was caught off guard.

His usual cocky demeanor faltered for a moment as he looked at the small child, her innocent wonder disarming him completely. "Well, I suppose that’s one way to describe them," he said, his smile gentler than before. "Didn’t expect to be admired by such a little lady today. "Capitano’s hand rested protectively on Alina’s back, but he said nothing, his eyes shifting toward Childe. Alina, however, was too young to understand. She simply continued to stare, still fascinated by Childe’s eyes. When the meeting finally came to a close, she tugged at Capitano’s cloak and whispered again, “Papa… can I have water eyes too?”

Arlecchino allowed herself a rare, fleeting smile, her eyes softening as she watched the child’s pure, unfiltered curiosity. As he prepared to leave, he looked down at his daughter and whispered gently, “You have eyes far more beautiful than the ocean, little one.”

- 10Diamondz, Reblog w/comments are appreciated!

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Ororon is just- akxhdkksgdheh. I already love his character in the 5.1 Archon quest.

Spoilers under the cut

He just- boy just seems like he’s so sweet- especially since he willingly worked with Capitano in order to protect Citlali (from my understanding). And I have so many ideas for little oneshots with him on an x reader basis.

And I have an idea with the event that led to him getting his ancient name. Like what if he didn’t pull through and he did die? Just- grrrr. I have ideas but no time to write the ideas.

Should I still try to write the idea? 👀

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And Just Like That - In which the reader is the newest member to join the path of the Trailblaze and quickly finds their place on the Express.

Content warning — Crappy writing; slight mention of injury (Welt); ooc characters; not edited

Notes — A platonic/found family 'fic' with Welt, Himeko, March 7th, Dan Heng, and Stelle (fem Trailblazer); very ooc Welt (I have the hardest time writing for him, istg); gn reader; reader is referred to as Y/N; I have a vision where the reader is from a planet that's mostly covered in water with one or two big land masses and various single islands and archipelagos; kinda goes from the first few weeks from joining to being a well seasoned Trailblazer with the others;

Edit: I forgot the masterlist

— Himeko was one of the first to welcome Y/N when they first boarded the express, seeing as Welt was busy with something else and the other three were off doing their own things.

— Himeko is the unofficial mother of the crew on top of being the navigator. It’s a given with how much she taken into account for the rest of the trailblazers aboard the express.

— Y/N’s first few weeks on the express was just Himeko learning their story and what they gravitate towards. Learning Y/N’s favorites and their mannerisms.

— The first time Himeko showed that she paid this much attention to detail was on Y/N’s first birthday with crew only a month after they joined.

The sound of heels clacking against the tiled floor was muffled behind closed doors, the gentle sound of heals against the tile floor came to a stop in front of the newest member's door. A box wrapped in dark blue paper with stars scattered along it, containing a special gift for the person on the other side of the door. Himeko raised a hand and gave a gentle knock on the door, listening for any movement behind the door. A soft sigh left Himeko's lips, knocking again after a moment of silence from the other side of the door. "Y/N... are you awake?" After Himeko called out, there was some shuffling on the other side of the door. The wait wasn't long as Y/N pulled the door open with one hand pulling on a jacket over their pjs. "Mornin'..." Himeko could tell by the disheveled appearance and the sleepiness behind their voice that Y/N just woke up. Himeko held the neatly wrapped gift in her hands and smiled at the somewhat half-asleep Y/N before holding it out to the newest member. Himeko chuckled at the confused expression that crossed Y/N's face when the box was suddenly placed in their hands. Y/N just blinked as they looked down at the box in their hands before looking back up at Himeko. "What... what's this all about?" "It's a gift for you, it is your birthday after all." "My... birthday?" Y/N paused and glanced over at the digital calendar, eyes focusing on the date before looking back at the redhead that stood in front of the door to their room. "How did you know?" "I remember one of the people from your home planet briefly mentioned it. Once I heard you decided to join the Astral Express... I decided to pick up a little something to remind you of home." Himeko smiled as she spoke, noticing Y/N's tired expression turning from confusion to a more awake smile on their face. Y/N took a peak at the wrapped box in their hands and they were filled with a sense of excitement. If it's something from their home world... the possibilities ran through their head. Maybe it was the newest book from their favorite author? Or maybe some memento to remind them of home? "What are you waiting for... open it?" Y/N glanced up at Himeko for a moment before looking back down at the box in their hands before they backed up into their room, gesturing for the red head to come into their room. As Y/N lightly tossed a few things to the side—shoes and a few other miscellaneous items remaining on the floor—Himeko entered the room and leaned against the frame of the door. Y/N glanced up at Himeko again before they went ahead and started to unwrap the nicely wrapped gift. Y/N's eyes practically lit up the second they finished opening the gift and seeing what it was. They could recognize the design from anywhere. Y/N's hands carefully reached into the box and lifted up the model of the ship they've been tinkering on with their father figure. The slim body of the ship they spent years repairing, tinkering, and sailing. The ship they were sure they wouldn't be seeing in a very long time was now in their hands and fit in the room they were sitting in. It reminded them of home. Himeko noticed the tears brimming at the edges at Y/N's eyes and threatening to spill over. The woman was worried that it hurt the newest member of the express and that it wasn't something they were wanting to be reminded of. She opened her mouth to say something, but Y/N beat her to it. "Thank you, Himeko, I love it."

— Welt was the second person that Y/N officially met as part of the crew after they were pulled in and had that desire to join the path of the Trailblaze.

— Welt, being the old man he is (says Stelle, but Y/N doesn't really see it) is persistent on the safety of the members of the Express. On the first mission with the 'power trio' Y/N was given all the information they needed before the expedition.

— After Y/N comes back wounded from the expedition, and with Himeko (one of the only person Y/N has become comfortable with) busy with other issues, Welt decides to take it into his own hands to step in and help Y/N.

It's been around three months since Y/N joined the Astral Express. The newest trailblazer was out on a expedition to a planet that was a barren desert with one major city that was surrounded by an oasis. Welt and Himeko remained on the ship instead of joining the others on Xylophia-IV. For some unforeseen circumstances, the outcome of the exploration of a planet the Nameless hasn’t stepped foot on went sideways. Nothing major with a stellaron, or a world altering fight, just some issues with evading some hostile entities. 

After the conflict, the four were quick to return and call quits on the mission at hand, deeming it unsafe for them to continue on with the exploration and travel. March and Stelle seemed to be mostly unscathed (other than a few miniscule scrapes that didn’t break the skin), Dan Heng got a few light open cuts and bruises. Y/N on the other hand didn’t have it lucky, being at the brunt of the attack when it happened. Y/N didn’t have any major injuries that need immediate attention, just a small gash on their arm that wouldn’t require any stitches, various bruises… and a sprained ankle. 

Y/N, being the slightly stubborn person they are, were refusing help from the others while they were heading back to the Express. Not necessarily to be toxic towards their self because it’s the first time they’ve gone out with the others, but because they were worried that they’d be ambushed again. Their adrenaline masked the ache in their foot before, but now that Y/N was on the ship… they were starting to feel it. 

Having a chance to actually assess their self, Y/N determined that they didn’t need any help, they just needed to get to their room and hope their ankle doesn’t swell up. Y/N went ahead and dismissed their self from the common area and started to make their way to their room, being grateful they didn’t have to combat stairs in order to get where they needed to go.

Y/N was just a few seconds away from opening the door to their room, ready to just flop on their comfy bed and rest. It's been one hell of a day after all.

"Y/N"

Y/N let out a mix of a frustrated sigh and an exhale, slowly turning around. "Yes, Mr. Yang?"

"I heard from the others that you were injured during the fight. You aren't hiding any other injuries that need to be addressed, correct?" Y/N could almost taste the serious tone that was being used.

"No, other than the obvious, I think I'm fine." Y/N forced a small smile to make their statement more believable.

"Then what about your arm?"

Y/N shot a confused look towards the man in front of them before looking down at their arms, finally spotting the scratch that went from the middle of their forearm to their elbow. "I... missed that one I suppose."

Welt let out a sigh at Y/N's confession and gestured for them to go into their room, stepping away to grab the first aid kit. In less than two minutes, Welt was in Y/N's room and instructing them to sit down on their bed. Welt removed topical antibiotic and a few bandages from the kit and started to treat the cut on Y/N's arm.

Y/N watched as Welt started to put away the supplies that weren't used to patch up their arm before he'd close the lid and walk towards the door.

"Make sure to get some rest, Y/N, I don't think you'd want to miss out on the next adventure."

— March 7th was the easiest for Y/N to grow accustomed to, with her bubbly personality and joyful spirit, who wouldn't?

— Y/N would always end up having pictures that March would take and print physical copies of all over their room.

— March and Y/N would somehow always snap random little photos when someone on the ship wasn't looking. Said photos ranging from low quality to absolute works of art

— For some reason Himeko was really photogenic compared to Stelle and Dan Heng (Dan Heng threatened to use Imbibitor Lunae on the two... Y/N couldn't tell if he was being serious or not-).

— When Y/N sees all the photos March takes at each stop the Express makes, Y/N's curiosity gets the best of them and they ask March about the photos.

Y/N hummed to their self as they walked down the train car, looking at the doors as they passed by. As they passed by March's door, they heard faint rustling indicating that energetic woman was awake. With that knowledge, Y/N decided that they didn't have anything better to do that morning and went to step closer to the door and knocked, following a certain pattern.

The faint rustling on the other side of the door stopped before footsteps approached the door. A few seconds later, the door opened revealing March already dressed and ready to take on the day.

"Can I come in?"

March gave Y/N a closed eye smile as she nodded. "Of course you can! I was just going through all the photos I've taken, do you want to look with me?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile as well, March's smile being contagious, even this early in the morning. "I'd love to. You did promise to show me pictures from previous places you guys went to so... I'll take it!"

March stepped aside to let Y/N walk into the room, they taking the invitation to step in. Y/N walked to March's bed where there was a box containing the photos and a few recent Polaroids sitting on the bed.

March sat down next to Y/N and took out a stack of photos, starting to thumb through the photos and showing Y/N a few. Y/N eventually took their own stack of photos in their hands and started to go through them. A lot were from the views of the massive windows in the main car on the express, a few planets seen in a few. Y/N even saw a few of the photos from their home planet. Y/N swore they could spot their self in the background on one of the beaches before they even met.

As they continued to go through the photos, they stopped at a particular interesting one. "Hey March, what about this photo?" Y/N held up the photo they were talking about. March was the main focus of the selfie, a large moon in the horizon and the sky was a dark shade of blue with stars littering the sky and a snowy background. Y/N could see that Dan Heng and Stelle were in the background, Dan Heng looking at Stelle... while Stelle looked like she was just about to bust her butt on ice.

"Oh, that one! We were going to Belobog to see one of Serval's concerts. We arrived late the night before and the sky was so pretty. I wish you could've seen it in person Y/N, we have to bring you there sometime soon."

"It looks like it's pretty. I think I've seen other photos you've taken from there, along with the Penacony photos you took. They all look amazing. If we ever go to Jarilo-VI again, I want to go with you guys. A little cold won't kill me."

March chuckled and nodded her head at Y/N's enthusiasm. "Yeah, there's a lot of places I want to show you someday." March took a glance at one of the other photos that Y/N was previously looking at. "Wait- is that you in the background?!"

"Yeah! Looks like I was meant to meet you guys and join the express."

— Dan Heng, by far, is the one that intimidated Y/N the most when they first joined, that somewhat cold, 'don't bother me' expression making him seem less approachable.

— After one sleepless night and stumbling into the room that contained the Data Bank, Y/N was quickly proven wrong that Dan Heng wasn't as scary as he seemed.

— Dan Heng and Y/N now formed a little bonding time ritual where if Y/N has a difficult time sleeping and Dan Heng is awake, they'd sit in the room going through the Data Bank and learn new information they can get their hands on.

It's been hours and Y/N still couldn't fall asleep. At this point, Y/N could just get up from their bed and start making an elaborate breakfast for the others. Maybe that's what they'll do.

Y/N grumbled as they rolled out of bed, straightening out their pjs and threw on a pair of slippers Stelle gifted them a few weeks ago. Maybe they could find the ingredients for a local breakfast dish from their home world. Yeah, that'll do... if not, they can make really fancy pancakes... that'll also do.

Once Y/N reached the kitchen, they pulled out their phone and started to look up the recipe so they could make what they had in mind. It took a few hours of preparation anyways so if they wanted to make it, they needed to start now.

"Y/N? What are you doing awake at this hour?"

Y/N glanced up from their phone, squinting their eyes as they looked at Dan Heng. They noticed the steaming cup in his hands and shot a confused look. "I was going to see if we had ingredients for a local dish from home. Can't sleep so I figured I could get started and make breakfast."

Dan Heng let out a small sigh and shook his head. "Y/N... it's one in the morning."

Y/N let out a sigh, setting their phone face down on the counter. "I know... tonight is going to be one of those nights where I can't sleep. So I might as well occupy myself."

Y/N watched as Dan Heng set his cup down on the counter a few feet away from them and turned to grab another cup, opening a tea bag and pouring hot water into the cup. A minute later, Y/N found a steaming cup of tea in their hands and following Dan Heng to the Data Bank.

"What tea is this?" Y/N adjusted their hold on the cup, making sure they weren't going to spill it as they stepped inside and moved to pull out one of the chairs in front of the computer screens.

"It's chamomile tea." Dan Heng followed suite and took the other chair out and sat down, setting his cup to the side and started to pull a few things up. "It's supposed to help with insomnia and stress related problems."

"Ah... thank you." Y/N lifted the cup to their lips and took a sip of the tea. "What planet or star system are you going to tell me about tonight?"

"Actually, I was hoping you could tell me more about Thalasia and it's customs."

Y/N almost choked on the tea once they heard their home planet. They were far from a scholar and was just a simple mechanic back home. They weren't qualified for educating the children, let alone giving information about the planet.

"Well- uh... damn, you really caught me off guard there."

Y/N took a moment to think about what they could talk about. They could tell him about local foods... or traditions. Or maybe about this annual festival that'd be happening around this time of year.

"I can't vouch for any of the other tribes on Thalasia. But around this time, the people of my island and a few other surrounding islands would gather and we'd celebrate our ancestors. We'd light lanterns and release them as tribute to them. There's a bunch of food stalls and activities for children. The atmosphere is always lively and welcoming to locals and tourists alike."

Y/N continued to talk about their home planet and local customs from their tribe. Even though they weren't an expert, they were glad to tell someone about customs and traditions.

— Stelle gives off the vibe of being one of those chaotic gremlin siblings. At a first glance, she may seem a little standoffish, but Y/N would be quick to learn that she's one of the goofiest people out there.

— Y/N and Stelle would participate in harmless, 'mischievous' activities when outside of the Express, nothing to damaging to whatever goal that's in place.

— Despite being followed by a bit of chaos, Stelle always welcomes Y/N with open arms and brings them on adventures. Though she tries to keep it tame compared to the expeditions she and the rest of the crew experienced.

It's officially been a year since Y/N has joined the Express. They have developed their friendships with the rest of the crew and have officially found their new home. It took them some time to become accustomed to the path of the Nameless but they've grown attached to the lifestyle.

Y/N was currently packing a bag, double checking the contents of the small backpack and was making sure they had clothes, sleepwear, and other necessities for this trip Stelle and March clearly seemed excited about. It led to some suspicion but... Y/N wasn't going to question it. They trusted the others and knew they weren't going to drag them into something dangerous.

Just as they were satisfied with the contents of their backpack and that there wasn't anything getting left behind, they heard a knock on the door. "Y/N? Are you ready? We're about to warp to our destination then we're going to head out."

Y/N lifted the backpack from their bed and slung it over their shoulder. "Yeah, I'm ready. I'll meet you out in the main area Stelle, give me two minutes."

Y/N moved to their shelf and looked at the small model of the ship they were working on before they joined. Carefully lifting the model off the self, they moved to put it someplace more secure, fearing that it'd fall off the shelf and break during the jump. Nothing of theirs fell off the shelves before, but they couldn't be too careful. Not with how valuable this was to them. Once it was finally in a secure place, they left their room and headed towards the main compartment of the train.

They sat down on the couch and prepared for the takeoff, chatting with the others and asking about where they were going. Of course, all they received was a vague answer, but they guess that's what they get if it's supposed to be a surprise.

Once the warp was over and they reached their destination, Stelle stood up from her seat and stretched out her arms. "C'mon, let's go."

Y/N followed suit with March right behind them. The three exited the express and stepped foot in the lobby of The Reverie. Y/N looked around in awe as the trio made way to the reception desk.

"Penacony... how did you guys get a reservation here without an invitation? Isn't it... extremely expensive?"

"We may have some connections."

Y/N looked at Stelle with a raised eyebrow before looking over at March, who just shrugged her shoulders. Y/N let out a small sigh and shook their head, they knew better than to question it. So they'd just go ahead and follow the procedure to enter the dreamscape.

The moment they first stepped foot in Golden Hour they were taken away by the sheer size of the place and by how many shops and buildings that surrounded them. It was like they stepped onto one of those planets focused around shopping. Stelle and March were right behind them.

Y/N spent the day with the two girls wandering Penacony and taking in the sights. They've seen photos from March's collection, but it was so much better in person. Their travels eventually leading them to the Radiant Feldspar. Y/N and Stelle going off to 'explore' the ship (it's mainly Y/N exploring with Stelle tagging along.

Eventually stumbling upon the Oragami Birds stationed on the arcade machines.

"Wait... those two look a bit like... you and March? Oh my gosh, those are so cute."

"Wanna play? I'm sure we can make one of your own if you'd like!"

Y/N glanced over at Stelle, shooting her a look like she was crazy for asking them such a question. "Of course! How do I play?"

Y/N and Stelle ended up spending hours playing the game going against each other and making Y/N's own origami bird. March having to come and drag the two off so they could continue to sight see and meet up with friends.

This has been hostage in my drafts since... the middle of June.

I clearly gave up at the end of writing this. Just felt like I've been working on this forever and wanted to finally get it out 🫠

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And Just Like That - In which the reader is the newest member to join the path of the Trailblaze and quickly finds their place on the Express.

Content warning — Crappy writing; slight mention of injury (Welt); ooc characters; not edited

Notes — A platonic/found family 'fic' with Welt, Himeko, March 7th, Dan Heng, and Stelle (fem Trailblazer); very ooc Welt (I have the hardest time writing for him, istg); gn reader; reader is referred to as Y/N; I have a vision where the reader is from a planet that's mostly covered in water with one or two big land masses and various single islands and archipelagos; kinda goes from the first few weeks from joining to being a well seasoned Trailblazer with the others;

Edit: I forgot the masterlist

— Himeko was one of the first to welcome Y/N when they first boarded the express, seeing as Welt was busy with something else and the other three were off doing their own things.

— Himeko is the unofficial mother of the crew on top of being the navigator. It’s a given with how much she taken into account for the rest of the trailblazers aboard the express.

— Y/N’s first few weeks on the express was just Himeko learning their story and what they gravitate towards. Learning Y/N’s favorites and their mannerisms.

— The first time Himeko showed that she paid this much attention to detail was on Y/N’s first birthday with crew only a month after they joined.

The sound of heels clacking against the tiled floor was muffled behind closed doors, the gentle sound of heals against the tile floor came to a stop in front of the newest member's door. A box wrapped in dark blue paper with stars scattered along it, containing a special gift for the person on the other side of the door. Himeko raised a hand and gave a gentle knock on the door, listening for any movement behind the door. A soft sigh left Himeko's lips, knocking again after a moment of silence from the other side of the door. "Y/N... are you awake?" After Himeko called out, there was some shuffling on the other side of the door. The wait wasn't long as Y/N pulled the door open with one hand pulling on a jacket over their pjs. "Mornin'..." Himeko could tell by the disheveled appearance and the sleepiness behind their voice that Y/N just woke up. Himeko held the neatly wrapped gift in her hands and smiled at the somewhat half-asleep Y/N before holding it out to the newest member. Himeko chuckled at the confused expression that crossed Y/N's face when the box was suddenly placed in their hands. Y/N just blinked as they looked down at the box in their hands before looking back up at Himeko. "What... what's this all about?" "It's a gift for you, it is your birthday after all." "My... birthday?" Y/N paused and glanced over at the digital calendar, eyes focusing on the date before looking back at the redhead that stood in front of the door to their room. "How did you know?" "I remember one of the people from your home planet briefly mentioned it. Once I heard you decided to join the Astral Express... I decided to pick up a little something to remind you of home." Himeko smiled as she spoke, noticing Y/N's tired expression turning from confusion to a more awake smile on their face. Y/N took a peak at the wrapped box in their hands and they were filled with a sense of excitement. If it's something from their home world... the possibilities ran through their head. Maybe it was the newest book from their favorite author? Or maybe some memento to remind them of home? "What are you waiting for... open it?" Y/N glanced up at Himeko for a moment before looking back down at the box in their hands before they backed up into their room, gesturing for the red head to come into their room. As Y/N lightly tossed a few things to the side—shoes and a few other miscellaneous items remaining on the floor—Himeko entered the room and leaned against the frame of the door. Y/N glanced up at Himeko again before they went ahead and started to unwrap the nicely wrapped gift. Y/N's eyes practically lit up the second they finished opening the gift and seeing what it was. They could recognize the design from anywhere. Y/N's hands carefully reached into the box and lifted up the model of the ship they've been tinkering on with their father figure. The slim body of the ship they spent years repairing, tinkering, and sailing. The ship they were sure they wouldn't be seeing in a very long time was now in their hands and fit in the room they were sitting in. It reminded them of home. Himeko noticed the tears brimming at the edges at Y/N's eyes and threatening to spill over. The woman was worried that it hurt the newest member of the express and that it wasn't something they were wanting to be reminded of. She opened her mouth to say something, but Y/N beat her to it. "Thank you, Himeko, I love it."

— Welt was the second person that Y/N officially met as part of the crew after they were pulled in and had that desire to join the path of the Trailblaze.

— Welt, being the old man he is (says Stelle, but Y/N doesn't really see it) is persistent on the safety of the members of the Express. On the first mission with the 'power trio' Y/N was given all the information they needed before the expedition.

— After Y/N comes back wounded from the expedition, and with Himeko (one of the only person Y/N has become comfortable with) busy with other issues, Welt decides to take it into his own hands to step in and help Y/N.

It's been around three months since Y/N joined the Astral Express. The newest trailblazer was out on a expedition to a planet that was a barren desert with one major city that was surrounded by an oasis. Welt and Himeko remained on the ship instead of joining the others on Xylophia-IV. For some unforeseen circumstances, the outcome of the exploration of a planet the Nameless hasn’t stepped foot on went sideways. Nothing major with a stellaron, or a world altering fight, just some issues with evading some hostile entities. 

After the conflict, the four were quick to return and call quits on the mission at hand, deeming it unsafe for them to continue on with the exploration and travel. March and Stelle seemed to be mostly unscathed (other than a few miniscule scrapes that didn’t break the skin), Dan Heng got a few light open cuts and bruises. Y/N on the other hand didn’t have it lucky, being at the brunt of the attack when it happened. Y/N didn’t have any major injuries that need immediate attention, just a small gash on their arm that wouldn’t require any stitches, various bruises… and a sprained ankle. 

Y/N, being the slightly stubborn person they are, were refusing help from the others while they were heading back to the Express. Not necessarily to be toxic towards their self because it’s the first time they’ve gone out with the others, but because they were worried that they’d be ambushed again. Their adrenaline masked the ache in their foot before, but now that Y/N was on the ship… they were starting to feel it. 

Having a chance to actually assess their self, Y/N determined that they didn’t need any help, they just needed to get to their room and hope their ankle doesn’t swell up. Y/N went ahead and dismissed their self from the common area and started to make their way to their room, being grateful they didn’t have to combat stairs in order to get where they needed to go.

Y/N was just a few seconds away from opening the door to their room, ready to just flop on their comfy bed and rest. It's been one hell of a day after all.

"Y/N"

Y/N let out a mix of a frustrated sigh and an exhale, slowly turning around. "Yes, Mr. Yang?"

"I heard from the others that you were injured during the fight. You aren't hiding any other injuries that need to be addressed, correct?" Y/N could almost taste the serious tone that was being used.

"No, other than the obvious, I think I'm fine." Y/N forced a small smile to make their statement more believable.

"Then what about your arm?"

Y/N shot a confused look towards the man in front of them before looking down at their arms, finally spotting the scratch that went from the middle of their forearm to their elbow. "I... missed that one I suppose."

Welt let out a sigh at Y/N's confession and gestured for them to go into their room, stepping away to grab the first aid kit. In less than two minutes, Welt was in Y/N's room and instructing them to sit down on their bed. Welt removed topical antibiotic and a few bandages from the kit and started to treat the cut on Y/N's arm.

Y/N watched as Welt started to put away the supplies that weren't used to patch up their arm before he'd close the lid and walk towards the door.

"Make sure to get some rest, Y/N, I don't think you'd want to miss out on the next adventure."

— March 7th was the easiest for Y/N to grow accustomed to, with her bubbly personality and joyful spirit, who wouldn't?

— Y/N would always end up having pictures that March would take and print physical copies of all over their room.

— March and Y/N would somehow always snap random little photos when someone on the ship wasn't looking. Said photos ranging from low quality to absolute works of art

— For some reason Himeko was really photogenic compared to Stelle and Dan Heng (Dan Heng threatened to use Imbibitor Lunae on the two... Y/N couldn't tell if he was being serious or not-).

— When Y/N sees all the photos March takes at each stop the Express makes, Y/N's curiosity gets the best of them and they ask March about the photos.

Y/N hummed to their self as they walked down the train car, looking at the doors as they passed by. As they passed by March's door, they heard faint rustling indicating that energetic woman was awake. With that knowledge, Y/N decided that they didn't have anything better to do that morning and went to step closer to the door and knocked, following a certain pattern.

The faint rustling on the other side of the door stopped before footsteps approached the door. A few seconds later, the door opened revealing March already dressed and ready to take on the day.

"Can I come in?"

March gave Y/N a closed eye smile as she nodded. "Of course you can! I was just going through all the photos I've taken, do you want to look with me?"

Y/N couldn't help but smile as well, March's smile being contagious, even this early in the morning. "I'd love to. You did promise to show me pictures from previous places you guys went to so... I'll take it!"

March stepped aside to let Y/N walk into the room, they taking the invitation to step in. Y/N walked to March's bed where there was a box containing the photos and a few recent Polaroids sitting on the bed.

March sat down next to Y/N and took out a stack of photos, starting to thumb through the photos and showing Y/N a few. Y/N eventually took their own stack of photos in their hands and started to go through them. A lot were from the views of the massive windows in the main car on the express, a few planets seen in a few. Y/N even saw a few of the photos from their home planet. Y/N swore they could spot their self in the background on one of the beaches before they even met.

As they continued to go through the photos, they stopped at a particular interesting one. "Hey March, what about this photo?" Y/N held up the photo they were talking about. March was the main focus of the selfie, a large moon in the horizon and the sky was a dark shade of blue with stars littering the sky and a snowy background. Y/N could see that Dan Heng and Stelle were in the background, Dan Heng looking at Stelle... while Stelle looked like she was just about to bust her butt on ice.

"Oh, that one! We were going to Belobog to see one of Serval's concerts. We arrived late the night before and the sky was so pretty. I wish you could've seen it in person Y/N, we have to bring you there sometime soon."

"It looks like it's pretty. I think I've seen other photos you've taken from there, along with the Penacony photos you took. They all look amazing. If we ever go to Jarilo-VI again, I want to go with you guys. A little cold won't kill me."

March chuckled and nodded her head at Y/N's enthusiasm. "Yeah, there's a lot of places I want to show you someday." March took a glance at one of the other photos that Y/N was previously looking at. "Wait- is that you in the background?!"

"Yeah! Looks like I was meant to meet you guys and join the express."

— Dan Heng, by far, is the one that intimidated Y/N the most when they first joined, that somewhat cold, 'don't bother me' expression making him seem less approachable.

— After one sleepless night and stumbling into the room that contained the Data Bank, Y/N was quickly proven wrong that Dan Heng wasn't as scary as he seemed.

— Dan Heng and Y/N now formed a little bonding time ritual where if Y/N has a difficult time sleeping and Dan Heng is awake, they'd sit in the room going through the Data Bank and learn new information they can get their hands on.

It's been hours and Y/N still couldn't fall asleep. At this point, Y/N could just get up from their bed and start making an elaborate breakfast for the others. Maybe that's what they'll do.

Y/N grumbled as they rolled out of bed, straightening out their pjs and threw on a pair of slippers Stelle gifted them a few weeks ago. Maybe they could find the ingredients for a local breakfast dish from their home world. Yeah, that'll do... if not, they can make really fancy pancakes... that'll also do.

Once Y/N reached the kitchen, they pulled out their phone and started to look up the recipe so they could make what they had in mind. It took a few hours of preparation anyways so if they wanted to make it, they needed to start now.

"Y/N? What are you doing awake at this hour?"

Y/N glanced up from their phone, squinting their eyes as they looked at Dan Heng. They noticed the steaming cup in his hands and shot a confused look. "I was going to see if we had ingredients for a local dish from home. Can't sleep so I figured I could get started and make breakfast."

Dan Heng let out a small sigh and shook his head. "Y/N... it's one in the morning."

Y/N let out a sigh, setting their phone face down on the counter. "I know... tonight is going to be one of those nights where I can't sleep. So I might as well occupy myself."

Y/N watched as Dan Heng set his cup down on the counter a few feet away from them and turned to grab another cup, opening a tea bag and pouring hot water into the cup. A minute later, Y/N found a steaming cup of tea in their hands and following Dan Heng to the Data Bank.

"What tea is this?" Y/N adjusted their hold on the cup, making sure they weren't going to spill it as they stepped inside and moved to pull out one of the chairs in front of the computer screens.

"It's chamomile tea." Dan Heng followed suite and took the other chair out and sat down, setting his cup to the side and started to pull a few things up. "It's supposed to help with insomnia and stress related problems."

"Ah... thank you." Y/N lifted the cup to their lips and took a sip of the tea. "What planet or star system are you going to tell me about tonight?"

"Actually, I was hoping you could tell me more about Thalasia and it's customs."

Y/N almost choked on the tea once they heard their home planet. They were far from a scholar and was just a simple mechanic back home. They weren't qualified for educating the children, let alone giving information about the planet.

"Well- uh... damn, you really caught me off guard there."

Y/N took a moment to think about what they could talk about. They could tell him about local foods... or traditions. Or maybe about this annual festival that'd be happening around this time of year.

"I can't vouch for any of the other tribes on Thalasia. But around this time, the people of my island and a few other surrounding islands would gather and we'd celebrate our ancestors. We'd light lanterns and release them as tribute to them. There's a bunch of food stalls and activities for children. The atmosphere is always lively and welcoming to locals and tourists alike."

Y/N continued to talk about their home planet and local customs from their tribe. Even though they weren't an expert, they were glad to tell someone about customs and traditions.

— Stelle gives off the vibe of being one of those chaotic gremlin siblings. At a first glance, she may seem a little standoffish, but Y/N would be quick to learn that she's one of the goofiest people out there.

— Y/N and Stelle would participate in harmless, 'mischievous' activities when outside of the Express, nothing to damaging to whatever goal that's in place.

— Despite being followed by a bit of chaos, Stelle always welcomes Y/N with open arms and brings them on adventures. Though she tries to keep it tame compared to the expeditions she and the rest of the crew experienced.

It's officially been a year since Y/N has joined the Express. They have developed their friendships with the rest of the crew and have officially found their new home. It took them some time to become accustomed to the path of the Nameless but they've grown attached to the lifestyle.

Y/N was currently packing a bag, double checking the contents of the small backpack and was making sure they had clothes, sleepwear, and other necessities for this trip Stelle and March clearly seemed excited about. It led to some suspicion but... Y/N wasn't going to question it. They trusted the others and knew they weren't going to drag them into something dangerous.

Just as they were satisfied with the contents of their backpack and that there wasn't anything getting left behind, they heard a knock on the door. "Y/N? Are you ready? We're about to warp to our destination then we're going to head out."

Y/N lifted the backpack from their bed and slung it over their shoulder. "Yeah, I'm ready. I'll meet you out in the main area Stelle, give me two minutes."

Y/N moved to their shelf and looked at the small model of the ship they were working on before they joined. Carefully lifting the model off the self, they moved to put it someplace more secure, fearing that it'd fall off the shelf and break during the jump. Nothing of theirs fell off the shelves before, but they couldn't be too careful. Not with how valuable this was to them. Once it was finally in a secure place, they left their room and headed towards the main compartment of the train.

They sat down on the couch and prepared for the takeoff, chatting with the others and asking about where they were going. Of course, all they received was a vague answer, but they guess that's what they get if it's supposed to be a surprise.

Once the warp was over and they reached their destination, Stelle stood up from her seat and stretched out her arms. "C'mon, let's go."

Y/N followed suit with March right behind them. The three exited the express and stepped foot in the lobby of The Reverie. Y/N looked around in awe as the trio made way to the reception desk.

"Penacony... how did you guys get a reservation here without an invitation? Isn't it... extremely expensive?"

"We may have some connections."

Y/N looked at Stelle with a raised eyebrow before looking over at March, who just shrugged her shoulders. Y/N let out a small sigh and shook their head, they knew better than to question it. So they'd just go ahead and follow the procedure to enter the dreamscape.

The moment they first stepped foot in Golden Hour they were taken away by the sheer size of the place and by how many shops and buildings that surrounded them. It was like they stepped onto one of those planets focused around shopping. Stelle and March were right behind them.

Y/N spent the day with the two girls wandering Penacony and taking in the sights. They've seen photos from March's collection, but it was so much better in person. Their travels eventually leading them to the Radiant Feldspar. Y/N and Stelle going off to 'explore' the ship (it's mainly Y/N exploring with Stelle tagging along.

Eventually stumbling upon the Oragami Birds stationed on the arcade machines.

"Wait... those two look a bit like... you and March? Oh my gosh, those are so cute."

"Wanna play? I'm sure we can make one of your own if you'd like!"

Y/N glanced over at Stelle, shooting her a look like she was crazy for asking them such a question. "Of course! How do I play?"

Y/N and Stelle ended up spending hours playing the game going against each other and making Y/N's own origami bird. March having to come and drag the two off so they could continue to sight see and meet up with friends.

This has been hostage in my drafts since... the middle of June.

I clearly gave up at the end of writing this. Just felt like I've been working on this forever and wanted to finally get it out 🫠

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hey all !! normally i wouldn't engage in something like this on my blog, but considering that it's happening to a friend of mine, i felt i had an obligation to speak out. sorry for clogging up the tags/interrupting your scrolling 😭

tldr: @/hxveneru has stolen the works of my good friend @lowkeyren not once, but twice and is deleting any comments calling them out.

i know. fun stuff. proof is under the cut.

please note that i'm doing this of my own accord, and the only involvement ren has had in this post is me asking for permission to post it since, well, it's an issue mainly affecting her.

also i should say beforehand but. don't ??? send them death threats please 😭 we are better than that. i'm mainly making this to spread awareness about the issue :)

reblogs are appreciated to spread awareness.

first stolen work is ren's oneshot "drunk words, sober thoughts!" for aventurine here.

as you can see, it was posted on June 15th, a little over two months before hxveneru posted their own oneshot.

for reference. hxveneru is a new blog and all of their posts are in the month of september, proven here via their archive.

and here's the two oneshots side by side, with ren's on the left and the stolen one on the right.

notice how the oneshots are exactly word-for-word except for the title and synopsis? even the author's note is exactly the same. obviously i can't fit the whole thing here, but this should be enough.

honestly it's. i have to laugh at the audacity to just copy and paste like hello???

and here's the second work that was copied, with hxveneru's "diff scenarios w hsr men" taking from drabbles from two of ren's works.

these are the two fics that were stolen from, with their dates attached. both are posted far before september. links are here and here if you want to double check..

now let's look at the drabbles that were - once again, copy and pasted. first is blade's, again with ren on the left and the stolen one on the right (ren's is circled bc they didn't take the hcs part).

and here is the sunday drabble that was stolen.

so far, those are the only works posted on their blog. i was also informed that they had apparently stolen from @/exuvianen's post here but deleted it, but since said post is deleted, we don't have evidence for that so take it with a grain of salt.

but yeah! just wanted to let yall know out there, especially since the plagiarized works have already gained some traction and have 100+ notes on them. i've talked about them vaguely on my blog before, so if this sounds familiar, yeah this is them.

plagiarism is shitty, i shouldn't have to say that. it is not that hard to just write your own stuff. i know validation and publicity make you feel good, but stealing someone else's hard work is not the way to go. writers already have enough to deal with. just don't do it. what's the point of getting validation if it's not even your work?

again, don't send death threats, please. that's a bit far, and they likely won't even do anything since the plagiarizer has already been called out before and this was their response.

not a single ounce of remorse or shame. people have gotten way too comfortable on here.

also "who the hell is ren anyway" bestie you blocked her 😭😭 and ignored her ask to you. that's why ren can't dm her to sort it out privately btw, in case you were wondering.

anyways! that's all i have to say, thanks for sticking around this long and have a great rest of your day. hxveneru if you see this. hi ig ?? id say smth to you but i doubt you'd take it seriously so i won't <3