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ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

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"The sweet chimes of the bell never fail to unearth those long-forgotten memories…though it would seem that we have a customer indeed. Be it a new face or a familiar one, this humble florist does hope you feel at home here among these lovely flowers. You may rest assured, for each and every one are personally cultivated by none other than yours truly. …. Why do I only sell withered blossoms? My, my, aren’t you one curious soul? Not many get to keep theirs after knowing the real answer, I’m afraid. That aside, I’m sure you’ll find a species you feel drawn to, so take a look around and I’ll ring up your purchases."

Fandoms available for request

Obey Me!

Genshin Impact

Twisted Wonderland

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꧁𓊈𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𓊉꧂

🥀Narcissus, Saffron, Foxglove, Wallflower (NSFW)

🥀Amaryllis, Bellflower, Ursinia, Saffron, Echinasea (AB*SE)

🥀Narcissus, Orchid, Nemesia — Cornelia, Orchid, Nemophilia (NON-CON)

🥀Flower buds (ANYTHING ILLEGAL INVOLVING MINORS)

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𓆩Owner’s secrets 𓆪

.ᎸᎸo oǫ ꙅbɒɘʜ ɿiɘʜƚ ᴎi ꙅmɿɒ|ɒ ɘʜƚ ǫᴎiʞɒm ꙅɒw

ʏ|ƚɔɒxɘ ƚɒʜw ƚꙅuꞁ ᴎo ɿɘǫᴎiᎸ ɒ ɘɔɒ|q oƚ mɘɘꙅ ɿɘvɘᴎ ᴎɒɔ ꙅɿɘmoƚꙅuɔ ɘʜƚ ʜǫuoʜƚ ,ꙅꙅɘᴎiꙅud ǫᴎiʜꙅiɿuo|Ꮈ ꙅƚi ƚɔɘᎸᎸɒ oƚ mɘɘꙅ ƚoᴎ ꙅɘob ꙅiʜƚ ,ɿɘvɘwoH .bɘꙅᴎɘɔi| ᴎɘvɘ ɿo ,bɘƚɒɘɿɔ ꙅɒw ƚi ᴎɘʜw oƚ ꙅɒ ᴎoiƚɒmɿoᎸᴎi ʏᴎɒ ƚ’ᴎɘɿɒ ɘɿɘʜT .ɘɿɘʜwoᴎ Ꮈo ƚuo bɘqqoq ɘvɒʜ oƚ bɘmɘɘꙅ ƚɒʜƚ qoʜꙅ ɿɘwo|Ꮈ ɒ ꙅi ɿɘᴎɿoɔ ɘ|ƚƚi| ʏƹoɔ ɒ oƚᴎi ʏɒwɒ bɘʞɔuT

(⸮ɘɔɒ|q ƚꙅɿiᎸ ɘʜƚ ᴎi ɘᴎo ᴎɘvɘ ɘʜꙅ ꙅi) ǫᴎiɘd ᴎɒmuʜ ꙅuoiɿɘƚꙅʏm ꙅiʜƚ ƚuodɒ ᴎwoᴎʞ ꙅi ɘɿom ǫᴎiʜƚoͶ .ɿɘʜ/ɘʜꙅ ꙅᴎuoᴎoɿq ɘʜƚ ʏd ꙅɘoǫ bᴎɒ ꙅ02 ɿɘʜ ᴎi ᴎɒmow ǫᴎuoʏ ɒ ꙅi ,bᴎɒʜ ɿɘʜƚo ɘʜƚ ᴎo ,ɿɘᴎwo ɘʜT

…moɿᎸ mɘʜƚ ꙅƚɘǫ ɘʜꙅ ɘɿɘʜw ɿɘbᴎow ɘᴎo ɘʞɒm ʏ||ɒɘɿ ꙅɘob ƚI .ꙅɿɘqɒqꙅwɘᴎ ɘʜƚ oƚᴎo ʏɒw ɿiɘʜƚ ɘbɒm ɘᴎi|bɒɘʜ ʜɔɒɘ ɿɘƚᎸɒ ꙅɿɘwo|Ꮈ bɘƚɒviƚ|uɔ

ʏ||ɒiɔɘqꙅ Ꮈo ꙅɘiɔɘqꙅ wɘᴎ ɒ ᴎiɒǫ oƚ ꙅmɘɘꙅ ɿɘᴎwo ɘʜƚ ƚud…ǫᴎiꙅꙅim qu bɘbᴎɘ ǫᴎo|ɘd ƚ’ᴎob ʏɘʜƚ ɘɿɘʜw ꙅɘꙅoᴎ ɿiɘʜƚ bɘʞoq ɿo ɘᴎi| ɒ ꙅꙅoɿɔ oƚ bɘᴎɘqqɒʜ oʜw ꙅ|uoꙅ ɘƚɒᴎuƚɿoᎸᴎu ɿooq ɘʜƚ ,ɿɘvɘwoH .ɘɿoƚꙅ ɘʜƚ ǫᴎibuoɿʜꙅ ꙅɘiɿɘƚꙅʏm ɘʜƚ

|iɘvᴎu oƚ bɘᴎimɿɘƚɘb ɘɿɒ oʜw ꙅ|ooᎸ ɘvɒɿd ɘmoɔ

||iw ɘɿɘʜƚ ,ʏ||ɒɿuƚɒͶ

.ƚi ƚuodɒ ꙅꙅɘ| ʞᴎiʜƚ bᴎɒ ƚᴎɒw uoʏ ꙅmoo|d ɘʜƚ ǫᴎiʞɔiq ᴎo ꙅuɔoᎸ ƚꙅuꞁ oƚ ɿɘƚƚɘd ꙅi ƚI .ꙅƚɒɔ ʏᴎɒm bɘ||iʞ ꙅɒʜ ʏƚiꙅoiɿuɔ ɿoᎸ ,ƚoᴎ ꙅɿɘƚƚɒm ƚi ƚuᙠ

❀Browse through the goods❀

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Periwinkle (Angst)

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Red roses (Fluff)

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. Lily of the valley (Hurt and comfort)

…..more coming soon….

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꧁༺ 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭༻꧂

It seems that the Owner has not received any orders yet...

It seems that the Owner has not received any orders yet...

It seems that the Owner has not received any orders yet...

It seems that the Owner has not grown any new blooms yet...

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꧁༺ 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ༻꧂

It seems that the Owner has not received any orders yet...

It seems that the Owner has not received any orders yet...

It seems that the Owner has not received any orders yet...

It seems that the Owner has not grown any new blooms yet...

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꧁༺ 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭༻꧂

Genshin Impact

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ WEAK (Ajax/Tartaglia/Childe)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ (Withered Blossom's twist) SAGAU Scheming!Creator AU (original AU by Sena-shi)

Obey Me!

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Twisted Wonderland

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Original Works

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚The Witch who never cries˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

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The Witch Who Never Cries

A/N: this is a little original fic that I wrote like last year? For a writing competition that is, I might or might not write a more.....detailed/actual fanfic based on this short flash fiction that I wrote (the word limit was like idk, 500?). Anyways, the theme I picked was "Good VS Evil" or something along the lines of that. Also, this is not proofread so just ignore any typos you see and I hope y'all enjoy the short fic :DDD

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There was once a witch who never cries.

  No matter what, a kind smile always adorned her face. She passed off as the kind herb expert who lived in a cottage down the street, hence the conservative townspeople greeted her with warm welcoming smiles. They never knew that she was what they deemed 'evil incarnate'. She went to church with them and prayed with them, so how could she be a witch? Witches do not pray, right?

  What they also did not know was that she envied the head priest. Oh so revered and beloved, she flaunted a head of gold and donned snow-white robes, unlike the witch's midnight locks and dark aesthetic. How she envied her beauty. However, it all changed when she met this young lad who adored her black hair and dark clothing. He had appeared on her doorstep, bleeding and disheveled. She had let him in and tended to his wounds. Soon, they found themselves chatting late into the night. When she opened her eyes blearily the next morning, the couch had long grown cold, with a neatly folded blanket and a note of gratitude stuck on it.

  Her disappointment did not last long, for he returned with a bouquet of flowers. Every day, he would buy a bouquet for her, so it was no surprise that they fell in love. Unexpectedly, the priest had been watching through scornful eyes. Chancing upon the couple when she caught her crush buying flowers daily and followed him, she felt jealousy course through her. This man was hers, and so he will be.

  On the first of September, knights clad in armour barged into the cottage, lead by the head priest. With the curious villagers gathered round, her holiness had the knights search the cottage, ignoring the couple's pleas to stop. Cauldrons and potions were uncovered for all to see, along with her identity. Sadistic glee filled the priest as she drank in the horror of the villagers and her crush— the witch's lover— greedily. It was decided that the witch was to be burn at the stake precisely at midnight.

  The time for the witch to be burn came too soon. As she was tied onto the stake, she searched the crowd for the one she used to call hers. Her sapphire blue eyes locked onto him, but all she got in return was disgust and anger. The pain from the ropes rubbing roughly into her skin was nothing compared to the heartbreak that he was not on her side. And so, the witch who never cries let her tears cascade down her once rosy cheeks as the fire lit by the head priest devoured her, her ear-splitting cries of agony and betrayal filling the silence of the midnight sky.

  There was once a witch who never cries, not until her beloved, holy twin sister brought her demise.

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reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

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(Withered-Blossoms) SAGAU Scheming Creator! Reader Imposter AU Part 5

A/N: First and foremost, this AU is by @sena-shi

I do not own this series, nor the idea.

Secondly, I absolutely love this series, it is amazingly written and I would highly recommend checking it out to those who haven't. Third, after reading part 4, I suddenly had a tiny bit of inspiration and I wanted to try writing my version of part 5 of it (this will not affect the original author in writing part 5 of the series, worry not).

Edit: The original author has given me her consent to write my version of this series, admittedly I should have dm'ed her beforehand, and I will never make this mistake again.

Also this is not proofread, so apologies for some typos/spelling mistakes. The word count is 3878 words or so Google Docs says.

Anyways, enjoy :DDDD

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If every year of not being graced with your divine presence acts as a tiny blade that cuts a fibre of the impossibly thin thread known as Zhongli's sanity, then seeing you allowing these.....unworthy, mortal commoners to bask in the holy light you radiate would be the pair of scissors that snips the thread in half.

How dare they, when those foolish mortals are unable and consequently have not worshipped you for thousands of years, flit around you like the pesky flies they were? How dare they, not having devoted their entire being, their entire life, their existence's purpose to you, drink up your attention so hungrily? How dare they take the place that belonged, rightfully so, to him and only him when what they have done for you are nothing but specks of dust compared to the glorious acts he carried out in your name?

So why were you choosing to stay with them? When they have done nothing worthy of your grace? Why were you looking at him with a gaze that carried the heavy disappointment and disapproval that you never voiced? Zhongli does not understand, and neither do the adepti now standing beside him in a neat, uniform line, waiting for their archon's commands.

You find it amusing though. One would think that for someone who has lived for so long like Zhongli, he would be an expert at hiding his emotions and maintaining that mask of cool, indifferent politeness that he took pride in. And yet look at him now, losing that ability and reverting back to a child who knows not about keeping emotions from twisting their features into an ugly snarl.

Ganyu, on the other hand, looked pale and regretful. Under normal circumstances, should such a look appear on a face as pretty as Ganyu's, anyone else would have gone soft and thrown in the towel. But yet that sight filled your heart with this twisted sort of satisfaction. The desire for them to beg and grovel at your feet for forgiveness was thinly veiled behind a mask of betrayal and shock, and you were starting to find it hard not to let your eyes crinkle from the smirk threatening to curve your lips.

Not now, you reminded yourself, it's not the time for your facade to shatter.

And Xiao, your sweet, sweet child, who also happens to be the one responsible for the wound scabbed over on your leg. He, who was so persistent on making sure you were unable to escape, could not even look at your eyes now, amber orbs choosing to lock onto their targets instead. He couldn't bring himself to check your form, not when the chance of your bloody bandages catching his attention was so great.

After all, Rex Lapis needs his finely-honed weapon to carry out his commands now, and he couldn't break down in front of his divine creator. He's already shown such a horrifying part of him to you, one that slaughtered and knew nothing else, he would really go insane if you started fearing his more unsightly sides.

You would have applauded Morax and his little clique for the entertaining display of emotions had the boat not started to rock even more. It truly was a shame that they did not take up Sichuan Opera face-changing; they would have done so well even without the masks.

Meanwhile, Beidou was busy commanding the crew and making preparations for a possible tsunami, and Kazuha was ready to scoop you into his arms and bring you under deck. You, however, were not willing to miss this act, and thus stopped him by placing a hand over his. Temporarily ignoring how he froze up and blushed, you turned to the defenders of Liyue.

You could tell that the only reason why Zhongli kept up the intensity of the earthquake was because Xiao or the Cloud Retainer would immediately pluck you out of the ship before it was swallowed by the massive waves, but would you really just let yourself be taken to Liyue like this? Before even seeing the famed Inazuma? Of course not, after all you still had to see how Raiden Shogun, the one you personally raised alongside Zhongli, would react after seeing your face.

Choosing to let the winds carry your seemingly heartbroken words to their ears, you muttered, "Are you.....here to capture me? Is Liyue really unable to tolerate my existence?" And oh how much delight their flinches brought, especially the one coming from the ever-composed Geo Archon. Upon hearing your words, the group dropped to their knees, the seabed stilling as apologies and pleads spilled from their lips.

Beidou and her crew on the other hand though, you really got to give it to them. As if sensing your intentions to leave quickly, they took the chance to sail away as quickly as possible, with the winds guiding the ship. And of course, you were not going to let their efforts go to waste, choosing to keep the crazed adepti at bay with your sorrowful words.

"I've already given you my word to stay out of your sight, Morax. I apologise for breaking my promise to you, and if Liyue wishes so, I will disappear here and now. However, if you are still willing to listen to me, then I wish not for any harm to befall on these kind souls." You sighed, motioning to the Alcor's crew.

You weren't dumb; you could practically see the sparks forming from their clashing gazes. Beidou and Kazuha's were filled with hatred— disdain, even— and the adepti's a beautiful mix of hesitation and jealousy. What a wonderful sight it was, seeing the high and mighty adepti almost grovelling at your feet, and watching them struggle internally between their twisted desires and your commands.

The quirk of your lips was getting harder and harder to hide even behind your veil, and you had to turn your head before you burst out laughing at their foolish attempt at redemption.

But even the turn of your head was planned, not that they needed to know anyways. You know their rotten brains will just automatically decipher this action as a small try to hide your disappointment. Adding the facts that Zhongli had made you cry and Xiao had wounded you personally into the equation, the tides would no doubt turn to your favour.

Seeing how Zhongli's grip on his weapon tightened then loosened, you knew you had won the bet. He could only keep his head down low and motion for the adepti to retreat while stilling the earth, though his burning gaze stayed on your form until The Alcor all but disappeared into the horizon. He simply couldn't risk you leaving Teyvat for good, not when he finally had you in his grasp, and so he will wait patiently for the right time, just as he had for the past thousands of years.

"It is time for our divine grace to take back their throne." He muttered, the adepti bowing when they realised what his words entailed. He knew they would not run their mouth in front of the others; this was a matter only for the adepti to know. Not long after, Zhongli was left alone, the others returning to their posts and duties. He watched as the Alcor gradually disappeared from his sights, vowing that he would bring you back no matter what.

And with that grand finale, you finally left Liyue.

The journey to Inazuma was relatively pleasant, save for the terrifying thunderstorms at the lower-half of the trip. But eventually the ship docked, and you saw that familiar teleport waypoint where you once met the capable and friendly housekeeper named Thoma, except that he was nowhere to be seen this time. Oh well, it does not matter, he is probably at the Kamisato estate, waiting for his Lord's commands as usual. What was more important was playing your part as the kind and benevolent creator, and so you turned to the crew and smiled sweetly, thanking them for getting you to Inazuma safely with as much sincerity as you could muster to make it more convincing.

Travelling along the streets, without a friendly local guide this time, you could not help but subtly glance around. From the game, you always knew how the locals here treated foreigners, but experiencing it yourself turned that knowledge into the understatement of the year. It wasn't just overcharging you to a ridiculous degree; there were also the stares that never seemed to leave your figure and the whispers that revolved around you as if you were the eye of a tornado.

But it matters not. As long as they don't stop you from "vacationing" in this gorgeous nation, then you won't pay any mind to their actions.

However, this time the plot happened faster. You had no idea just how The Shogun managed to grasp the news of a fake creator being present when she was so....closed-off from the world, but clearly she had some amazing news sources. The streets were filled with even more patrolling officers than you recalled, and even the people on the streets had taken to scattering when the Doushin came around.

Well, this was clearly not a good time to be a foreigner huh? Because a Doushin was already heading your way, and in a condescending tone had asked for your identity, or any documents related to it. You did not have any, though this time even Kazuha could not save you with his smooth-talking, which in fact seemed to annoy the officer more.

Instead, the officer reached out to remove your veil, but Kazuha wasn't going to let him. Half because he knew you were going to get taken away, and the other half was due to the slight possessivenes swirling in his chest. Why should he have to let other people be graced by your beauty and light?

Although shielding you from the guard did seem to wear his patience thinner than the thread that made up Zhongli's sanity.

Sensing Kazuha's worry when the officer roughly grabbed your arm to take you away, you slyly patted the back of his hand and shook your head, putting on a comforting smile and whispering for him to go back to the Crux.

Despite his initial hesitation, you knew he'd listen to you anyways. After all, he couldn't fight the Doushin here and risk getting his kind, caring and benevolent creator injured or even exposed here could he?

Hence he retreated, hungrily drinking up your sweet smile as you were dragged away. He feared that this might be the last time he'll ever see of you and so he did his best to engrave the soft and beautiful curve of your lips into his memory as he went back to find Beidou.

You, on the other hand, weren't too worried. After making sure you had fooled Kazuha with a convincing smile, you opted to follow the guard instead. He was essentially your one-way ticket to the Raiden, so why not? Even though you would have to be thrown into a prison cell, you supposed that it wouldn't be the worst thing on Earth.

In the end, you will be the one seeing their arrogance and triumph morph into an amusing combination of regret and desperation anyways, and you certainly weren't in a rush to speed up the process.

".....Is this the order of The Shogun?" You asked, knowing that he most likely weren't going to give you an answer, but you still have to keep up the role, which was as fake as they had deemed your identity to be. So, you let out a seemingly self-mocking chuckle.

"First Mondstadt, then Liyue, and now Inazuma. It would seem that I am truly not wanted by my children. But at least they look happy and content. After all, even baby birds leave their nests one day...."

Muttering to yourself, you didn't miss the slight flinch from the officer, though it only earned you his panic, hidden behind a harsh shove into your cell once he's done reporting to his higher-ups.

"Do not act like you're the real creator, Their Grace may be forgiving and benevolent, but we certainly will not be merciful."

He snorted and walked off. Good lord, you have never seen anyone as arrogant as that. And of course you weren't complaining, it just makes their begging afterwards more.....satisfying, wouldn't you agree?

That doesn't make your time in the cell any more pleasant though, seeing how they saved the worst one for you.

You didn't have to wait long though, since it only took an hour or two before Kujou Sara was standing before you, peering down at your curled up form as if you were the most repulsive being she's ever laid her eyes on.

Instead, she settled for ordering the guards to free you from confinement and had them escort you while she lead the way to the Shogun's residence. Sara spoke not a word to you as usual, and you busied yourself with looking around subtly while keeping your head low to mask your lack of fear. The scenery was more beautiful than what you had seen in game; the colours were more vivid, and even the lavender melon that hadn't looked appetising were practically tempting you to take a bite out of their orchid bodies. Unfortunately, you didn't get to take in the beautiful view a little longer, for they had already brought you into the Tenshukaku.

It would seem that Raiden is eager to meet you, seeing how swiftly her subordinates dragged you to the Tenshukaku. Upon entering the room, your eyes landed on the puppet sitting serenly on her throne, eyes closed and meditating. Hah, what a nice facade to disguise the anger practically radiating off of her.

You weren't scared though. After all, even dogs don't bite the hand that feeds them, and you could easily take back everything you've ever graced them with.

Thus, 'long time no see, my strongest battery.' was your first thought, though you could not let that spill past your lips. Hence, you let out a small but sweet smile and mumbled in the sweetest voice you could let flow from your vocal chords.

"How have you been, Ei?"

The archon in question slowly opened her eyes, elegant and refined as always. Although, from the fury burning in her purple irises alone, you could already tell that she wanted your existence to cease, and that if it weren't for the fact that the creator had asked to bring you back alive, you feared she may have slashed you with her elemental burst right here and now.

You could sense how the Doushin and Sara froze upon hearing you address their archon by her real name. However, before Sara could reprimand you, a look from Raiden sent them bowing and leaving the room. And now, it was just you and her.

You were just wondering why she demanded to meet you alone when a thought popped up in your brain — could it be that because she couldn't execute you personally without the other archons present, she wishes to hurt you in a non-lethal way instead? Seeing the confirmation in the lilac eyes you once found beautiful, you almost let out a snort. My my, who knew that the almighty Raiden Ei was actually such a sadist?

You refused to let her hurt you though. How dare they hurt the actual divine being who had given them life and created this beautiful world for them to live in for a mere phony? How dare they give you scars just because they were too ignorant to see who's the real deal?

With that in mind, you raised your eyes to meet hers, yours ever so subtly showing the galaxies they hold, and hers slowly filling with slight confusion when she noticed the depth of your orbs. It did not hinder her from holding her precious sword to your neck though, so you cut her off before she could speak.

"You mentioned that when we meet, you wished for us to enjoy some tricolour dango together along with the finest tea you have. It is such a shame that we had to meet like this." You smiled, keeping your gaze and voice level as you took in every change in her expression from suspect, to shock, to disbelief and finally distrust.

"....I do not know how you dug up that information. It matters not, for that only applies to their Grace. You are but an imposter who is undeserving and yet seeks to take over the throne, and I shall not be deceived so easily. Since their Grace is too kind to the likes of you, I will take it upon myself as their loyal devotee to punish you for your atrocious attempt."

Before she could lift her blade, you grabbed it with a hand. You thanked the high heavens that it was as sharp as you hoped it to be, since you did not have to dig the blade too deeply into your skin for your blood to show. You weren't willing to leave scars because of their foolishness after all, and God knows that those maniacs would be more delighted knowing that they had marked you in some way, albeit under less ideal circumstances.

The two of you watched as the ichor slid down your arm before one, two, three drops of it splattered onto the pristine white clothing you had. It shimmered an ethereal gold before being absorbed, and Raiden had finally gone still for once. You could almost hear the non-existent gears turning in the puppet's head, where a brain was supposed to be, and before you could react, she had gently removed your injured hand from her blade and tossed the sword aside.

Kneeling before you, she fretted over your injury while keeping her head low as Zhongli and the adepti had, desperately trying to heal you. Frantic apologies flowed from her lips like a river, and she panicked slightly more when she noticed that you were still bleeding. She was selfish, not wanting others to know about your existence, but your well-being and health eventually won the mental debate taking place in the puppet's head.

"Your grace, I did not realise it was you. My sincerest apologies for being ignorant, and I am aware of how unworthy I am to touch you but I beg of you, do let me heal your injuries before you decide to take your anger out on me." Having said that, she called for Sara to bring a medical kit, and the lady swiftly came in worth one in her hand. She showed neither shock nor regret as she helped the Shogun patch up your hand, though you supposed that it was only normal considering the number of years she's had in learning how to keep her emotions from showing on her face.

Huh, even a short-lived mortal is more capable than long-lived archons in this aspect.

You were tempted to stay and see how Ei and Inazuma would react and repent for their sins, yet the beginnings of an earthquake warned you to leave quickly. Your time in the Tenshukaku was almost up, so you quickly grabbed a brush and paper and left a note for a certain angy dragon. Or maybe it was an angy Teyvat, you didn't know. Just in case it was the former though, you could only hope that a note would prevent the people of this gorgeous nation from being decimated.

'Morax, I wish not for the citizens of Inazuma to face your wrath. With that, I hope you spare them from death and suffering alike.'

The note was short and sweet, as you had liked. There was nothing else to say to him anyways, so you rolled up the paper and turned to Ei, placing it into her hands.

"If you wish for your people and nation to live on, pass this to Morax if he arrives. Do not fight, your people should take priority. I'm terribly sorry for ruining your eternity, but it seems that you are favoured by luck itself, for my time is up." You lifted the corners of your lips into a gentle curve as you patted her hand.

You really were too kind, so benevolent and so bright that Ei could not believe her eyes nor ears. Her people watched and talked about you behind your back, dragged and tossed you into the filthiest cell they had, and she herself had injured you personally. She wanted to make it up to you, to proceed and lavish you in the best luxuries Inazuma, no, Teyvat could provide. She did not want you to be absent from her side, so why was it that even though you were in her hold now, it seemed like you would disappear any second?

What did she have to do to make you stay? Did you want her heart? Her head? Or should she injure her hand the way she had injured you? Tell her, what did you want from the Raiden Shogun? She would give you everything and anything, from her eternity to the stars in the sky. So why? Why did you still want to leave? Why not stay with her for eternity?

Seeing the crazed looks in those purple orbs, you removed yourself from her tightening grasp and avoided her attempts to hold onto you to ensure your stay. You still had to visit either Sumeru or Watatsumi Island anyways, and being held in captivity was not a price you were willing to pay. You knew that she could and would easily pull you into her consciousness, and you sincerely did not want to live your life there.

Reminding yourself that, your eyelids fluttered shut and you let the wisps of power engulfing you take you away, finding yourself in front of the Alcor again. Technically speaking, you also did owe the crew an explanation for your sudden disappearance and some reassurance, the sudden hug from Kazuha only proving you right. Even though you weren't close to him or Beidou, you still felt a little guilty when you realised that he was shaking.

To make it up to him, you patted his back and offered Beidou to join in on the hug, which she appeared to accept begrudgingly but you knew better, especially from the way her shoulders sagged in relief. Once they had both calmed their nerves, you ushered them back to work. Despite them questioning your next destination, you knew it would be impractical for them to sail to the other nations with you, and teleport waypoints were a godsend. You told the two that, and as disappointed as they were to not be able to accompany you, they still respected your wishes unlike a certain duo, possibly trio, which you greatly appreciated.

Hence,for the first time since arriving in Teyvat, you gave your first genuine smile, making Kazuha swoon internally and Beidou turn away in order to hide her burning cheeks. You were very well aware that the archons could possibly see this, though you weren't worried. In spite of the lightning flashing in the background and the rumble of the earth, you knew that they wish not to end up in your bad books just for a few mortals. Having confirmed the safety of the people who had helped you, you could finally retreat to your room on the ship and decide your next destination.

Now, where should you grace with your presence next?

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"Prefect. What a coincidence. You should be asleep at this time, but I cannot say that meeting you here is any less pleasant of a surprise. Now, would joining me for a walk interest you? Perhaps you can share with me your burdens and worries; you know I will always lend you a listening ear or a shoulder to lean on, whichever you prefer. "

A/N: for those wondering why his pupils aren't slits, it's because he's gazing at his fav child of man, which was why I made them dilated on purpose, hope that helps

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WEAK (Genshin Ajax fic)

A/N: hi it's me, the creator of the ever-cursed SHREBEK. I'm not sorry for traumatising yall, but I hope this Ajax fanfic will reduce the damage ^~^ anyways, it's been years since I last wrote, so my writing skills are a little rusty, apologies for that. Also, do ignore any typos or errors, though I yall point it out I'll edit it. That being said, I hope yall enjoy :D

@astaroth-demon-go-brrr came up with the idea for the fanfic and I decided to write it for her, so Asta, I hope you enjoy it 6w6

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It’s… cold.

Very much so that it’s freezing him right up to his very core. He never expected that he’d one day ever feel the merciless chill gnawing away at his bones, his nerves, his senses, seeing how he DID grow up in the blizzards and was technically built for it. But this? This was worse than any snowstorm that had ever engulfed his house; this one swallowed his very being as if he were but mere prey, nothing but sustenance for a larger living and that it was all he was worth.

Right. Of course. Whoever said his life mattered?

He is a Harbinger, a pawn at the mercy of the almighty Tsaritsa, albeit a higher-ranked one. A little card soldier who heeds her every beck and call, who carries out her commands flawlessly and brings her plans to reality at each dismissive flick of her deceptively delicate wrist, who should have no thoughts but to do his job and thus have some value or risk being discarded. After all, that’s what string puppets do— to move, sway, attack, it’s all up to the puppeteer. The dolls, or weapon in his case, should not have other wills, or any at all.

And now, his worth was being questioned, balanced on one end of a scale that was threatening —fated, even— to tip towards the empty side. 

  He was aware of the ruckus he stirred up in the other nation, albeit not of his own will, but that did not matter. And her 11th harbinger was now suffering from the consequences of enlarging the distance between her and her goal. 

  Childe knew, more clearly than others did, that regarding his upfront attitude towards his enemies and those standing in his way, the Tsaritsa had always turned a blind eye, choosing to ignore it so long as it did not harm her benefits. She cared not for the process, so the subjective never mattered to Her Majesty, for her chilly sights were set on nothing but the results. But now, when that very same publicity and attention Tartaglia gained for himself reared its head and turned around to bite not just him, but also Her Majesty, she did not favour nor tolerate it. Not when the gnosis was now harder to attain and plans having to be postponed. Thus, she had to make the perpetrator reap what he sowed.

With his bangs covering his eyes and how he knelt before the Tsaritsa, one would easily mistake this display of submission and devotion for fear and defeat, resignation even. Their minds would change though, the moment they see the thrill and seemingly manic excitement in his eyes that he suppresses, now alive with that spark that he gets whenever he battles. It took all the finely-honed weapon of war had in himself to stop his shoulders from betraying his emotions; to keep his true emotions under wraps. Cleverly drawing the curtains and hiding the window to his soul from the piercing gaze of the Cryo Archon, he opts to fool the bystanders instead. Wasn’t he so generous to let those wishing and praying for his fall witness their dreams materialise? It would be most amusing to see how long those fools can laugh for IF he makes it out alive after all.

Despite how cunning he could be when needed, Ajax would not lie. His ruler had a strong domineering aura that struck fear into the blood pump residing in her subordinates’ chests, including his. However, right this instant, where he was most likely half a foot through Death’s door and into his own coffin, the adrenaline pumping through his veins had erased most of what little fear he felt, leaving behind the sensation of being alive that he’s always craved. To be this close to dying at the hands of one of the strongest people he’d ever met, one he fervently wished to fight one day and had sworn loyalty to much less, lit up his nerves and brought him a thrill he never thought he’d ever experience. No, this was so much more exhilarating than merely defeating strong foes with the weapon he’s weakest with, for their strength could and can never hold a candle to the God’s. 

  And right now, the very same diving being was holding him on trial.

As always, he feared not death. One who is in his shoes and has personally experienced what his eyes had displayed on his retina would not either, this was a given. But, if he were to lose his life right here and now, Celestia knows what his family would suffer under the hands of their “caretakers”. He couldn’t allow that; his precious siblings —especially Teucer, Tonia and Anthon— were not trained to handle them like he. They would not last even a second in this exquisite masquerade ball, and he would rather they not have the blessing or fortune to enjoy a feast at Swan Goose Gate.

  So no, dying is not an option. He would not go down without a fight; he refuses to. As much as he respects the one on the throne, he will not just let his life be taken away like that, not when his siblings are still in the hands on those claiming to care for them on his behalf. Being dense was not his forte; he knew crystal clear wheat that “care-taking” entailed and that it was but a pretty decoration to cover up the dark depths lurking underneath. With that in mind, he had already made preparations to deal with the icicle that would no doubt pierce his heart with razor-sharp precision. But as always, a certain someone stayed true to the role he once playfully gave them, sticking to their title as the one unpredictable factor in his life. 

The small breeze from their speed volunteered to serve as a brief warning about the warm droplets hitting his rosy cheeks just a second later.

The light falling upon that person’s form softly illuminated their silhouette, their back facing him, and in that one moment he thought that he had died and gone to the wrong place. It did not make sense; the lack of pain from having his heart pierced aside, he should not be seeing an ethereal angel considering the sheer amount of blood staining his hands. But then why was this angel bleeding from their back? Do angels bleed? Surely their blood was not red in colour….?

He did not know if it was the blinding contrast between the dark red liquid and the pristine white floors of the icy palace tiles that finally brought him back to Earth, but his brain finally registered that the one shielding him from the blinding glare of the lights was not a supernatural servant of God. Instead, it was someone more mortal and more realistic. It was….you.

You, who had been assigned as his little assistant and who he eventually became close friends with. You, who had cleaned up each and every one of his messes, albeit with a few complaints here and there that he never took to heart and that you never meant. You, who he watched play with his siblings in the snow and graced him with such a heartwarming sight. You, who he had secretly cherished and thanked the gods for, despite never once believing in their existence nor divination. You, who had been watching from the sidelines, brimming with worry. 

…And you, who now took the verdict for him. 

He finally believed those who once shared that time will seemingly slow down as a life-changing event occurred before their eyes. They were not kidding; because if they were, then why was gravity working so slowly on your weakened form? Why were his arms so slow in reaching to cushion your fall? Time had not come to a standstill nor even slowed, yet those blue orbs resting in their sockets chose to deceive him so. He could only thank his reflexes for still being able to soften your landing, as discreetly as he had to do it.  

He should be happy; elated even, that you are finally in his arms. So why did it all feel so wrong? His dreams of holding you and trapping you in his warm embrace should not be realised this way, not when you replaced him at Death’s door. There should have been a fireplace in front of the two of you and a blanket around your shoulders as he shared his warmth with you and fought off the cold threatening to make you shiver. There should not be more blood coating his hands —yours, no less— nor should you be smiling up at him in such a comforting manner. 

  The ringing in his ears was annoying, even more so when accompanied by an underlying buzzing. He couldn’t care less though, it wasn’t important. Because for the first time in his life, he did not know how to react, unable to register nor comprehend the scene before him. But his body, conditioned to react quickly, froze his expression into that of a neutral one so as to hide his shock. The manic spark of life in those blue orbs had died the moment you fell from the grace he swore you personify, replaced by those dull, dead ones that had never once fell upon your form. But how could they shine or brim with life again, when the source of light was now falling through his fingertips like sand?

  If only he had been more careful, more diligent. If only he had been more discreet. If only he had learnt he ways of puppeteering as his fellow Harbingers had. If only he had mastered being behind the scenes instead of being the odd one out. If only if only if only—

No, that was wrong. There were no ifs. He should have been stronger, faster, smarter, more flawless in the execution of his mission, you would not have suffered such a fate. He could not even weep for the bright future you so willingly gave up for him, for the one he had held dear and subsequently lost, for your tragic demise. He could not even try to save you, to try and reduce the amount of blood flowing from your wound, to at the very least share his body heat with you so that you would not leave in the cold. 

And yet he could not, not when the Tsaritsa was watching along with the other Harbingers, eyes searching for any more cracks in that cold, indifferent mask of his. This way, they could dig their blood-stained fingers into every nook and cranny in an attempt to witness and dissect every vulnerability he had to offer. 

He knew, and so he would not allow them to. For within these glorious palace walls, a thinly-veiled masquerade ball is held. Weaknesses have no place in such dangerous settings, much less those who are full of them. With how experienced you are, he knew you were well aware of that. Otherwise, your digits, now curled up into your palms in a hidden display of self-control, would have long reached for his face and wiped away the tears that he had stopped from falling. In a soft voice, you would have coaxed him out of the bad habit of repressing and hiding his true emotions and teased him. Yet the last thing you left behind for him was six words that you mouthed, that he had and will never hear(d) flowing from your lips again.

 “I love you, please live on.”

The bare minimum was what he was unable to provide for you, and so he paid the price. It was not a cheap one either, since he had to kneel there watching you suck in and let out your last breath, mustering the barest hint of a smile with your remaining strength and slightly curling your fingers around his before going limp, all the while having to hide his sorrow and feelings. 

All because he was too weak.

…It truly was unfortunate that the heavens had a taste for much crueler endings.

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Oh my good lord—

I saw an ask that @dilatorywriting answered. An anonymous person brought up the idea of Shrek Sebek and since I have been blessed with.....artistic abilities (?) , I decided to put them to good use.

I hereby present:

🐊⚡sHrEbEk zIgvOlt⚡🐊

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Never knew I had the talent to yassify characters

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hold still 🌼🌼

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king

pairing: leona kingscholar x reader

summary: leona thinks about what the word ‘king’ means to him and how it links back to you

word count: 784

genre: angst if you squint, introspection (?), basically just leona’s thoughts

tw//cw: insecurity, overthinking, it’s not actually that bad though

notes: leona admit you love reader challenge

leona knows, better than anyone, that you deserve more than him.

he’s well aware of the fact that many perceive him as lazy, irritable and intimidating, and that’s just to say the least. the perfect example of a student who has had to repeat a year way too many times, who is probably still in the world’s greatest magical academy because of his royal blood and noble connections.

the second prince is one way to describe him as well. second to everything his brother does is also a possible description. second to the throne, to their parents’ love, to the praise and glory befitting of a king. because leona will never be king. not as long as his brother and his blood live, because leona has always been the second option.

and somehow you looked at him, lazing around in the light of the sun creeping into the greenhouse (one of the only times he has ever felt that he has ever felt that he could escape from the shadows), and you decided to stay.

leona hates it. hates the way you shine a light in his life. it’s too bright, too hot, and he can’t get rid of you no matter how hard he tries. and, at some point, he becomes too scared to get rid of you. the underlying fear of losing that light, reduced to the shadow of a king and a crown prince that he once was; it kills leona. kills him because he was supposed to be a king, grew up wanting to be the perfect one to rule over the kingdom, and kings do not have weaknesses.

but leona is not a king.

he is the brother of one, the second son of a royal family. with enough skills and intellect to survive in the battlefield that is the royal court of the afterglow savannah, but he is not a king. never was, and never will be.

but then again, who is to say that he isn’t a king in another sense?

ruggie’s damned hyena laughs echo in his mind, the mischievous smirk on his face while his eyes stay rooted to the pathetic homemade crown on his head. 

the only kingly thing you haven’t done yet is actually opening your eyes, leona.

lies. even with his eyes closed, leona sees. the way your breaths come and go, the warmth of the sun and the chill of the breeze on your skin, your quickening pulse and heartbeat. he sees it all without ever needing his eyes, and that is the exact reason why he doesn’t want to open them.

because if he does, he will see you. backlit against the sun and light of the greenhouse you both visit so much for entirely different reasons. and then he will want more. you by his side in the kingdom of afterglow savannah, bathing in the morning light while wrapped in royal robes, the queen’s crown on your head, your rightful place on the throne beside his. leona knows that there is none other more deserving of that crown than you, and he would kill anyone who tried to take it from you.

(he would kill for you in a heartbeat. no matter what the cost. 

one day, leona thinks, he will not be the only one to fear the extent of what he feels for you.)

but what murder is justified when the crime hasn’t even been committed? when you don’t have the queen’s crown, because leona doesn’t even have the king’s.

(child’s play. reaching for something he will never get. leona is a master at this game, even when he loses every single time.)

silly lion, you would chide him with a smile. not for these foolish fantasies (for leona would never admit them), but for the most mundane things. being late to class, forgetting to do homework, getting detention, forgetting to go to that detention. such simple, pathetic things, and leona listens because you are his queen, and kings listen to their queens.

(pathetic, hopeless little fantasies.)

you call out his name. leona opens his eyes. the way the sun catches on your hair makes it seem like you’re wearing a halo (angel’s crown). if he looks closely, he can see his own kisses tangled between your locks and the light. leona closes his eyes before he can meet your gaze, see your lips and everything else he’s ever wanted. he will settle for sense and touch, if not for the sake of his sanity then for you.

(just give him some more time, then he will give you a kingdom, the world, and everything else you’ve ever wanted and deserved.)

but for now, this will be enough.

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Okay so, my account was blocked by one of my fav writers cuz I forgot to list my age (I was long past 18 y/o when I first discovered their blog and amazing works) but I have no way of communicating with them or viewing their works so can someone pls send halp—

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Lightning McQueen who? We only know:

⚡🐊Lightning McBrows🐊⚡

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I think I accidentally yassified him—

Anyways my commissions are open so yee, enjoy uhhhh bbygirl Malleus—