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gophergal · 3 months

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Behold, a silly AU I've been yapping to @cursed--alien about for... A week? Or two? Idk. Either way this is what they called Nine Mercs And A Baby, in which Medic creates a test tube baby (using his and Heavy's genetics) to develop an artificial womb then gets really attached to the resulting offspring. I'm not much of a fankid or kidfic person (kids weird me out), but this AU has really grown on me despite being a joke at first

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Before their "birth", Medic refused to acknowledge the question of what he was planning on doing with the baby if it survived. After it was born he claimed that he was only keeping it to study human growth and development first hand

Medic is extremely weird about fatherhood. He's simultaneously really anxious and distant. He knows he's not cut out to be a primary caregiver. It's just not something he's capable of, and he thinks himself too old for this nonsense. However, once he realizes that he really does have the support of his dysfunctional found family, he allows himself to learn to be a better father

The kid was raised relatively gender neutral. Ever read the book "X: a fabulous child's story"? They're not quite that neutral, but they're not really forced into gender roles or expectations. They have two first names (one feminine, one masculine), but no one in their family uses them. Most of the time they're just called the Kid, but everyone has a nickname for 'em. They don't care about pronouns all that much. (C'mon, they're my OC and I headcanon Medic as transmasc. There was no way they wouldn't be some flavor of nonbinary)

Heavy treasures his child and is so fucking protective. He's wrapped around their little finger. Though everyone helps out with their needs, he's his child's primary caregiver and no decisions are made about them without Papa Bear knowing

They're born in 1968 and spend the first four years of their life living on the base. MvM doesn't happen in this AU, so once the Gravel Wars end, Red Team goes their separate ways... At first. After a year or so they start trickling back together because nothing feels quite as right as being A Team. Kid only had about a year of their life where they didn't have a big family to rely on

It's not all sunshine and rainbows, but the only Major Issue in the family (at least for Kid) is how distant Medic is despite being their actual Legal Father. He tries, but he's afraid of smothering them or pressuring them into following in his footsteps. Had he been younger when they were born, he probably wouldn't have cared. But having the opportunity to form strong bonds has made him a softer man. Regardless, they still love each other, and Kid feels lucky to have a dad like him

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meaniezuchinni · 13 days

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Posted this to my ao3 already but thought y’all might appreciate this cute Gif of everyone’s favourite pyro.

#bob's burgers #bobs burgers #Louise belcher #everyone’s favourite pyro #child of chaos #schemer extraordinaire #Louise #bunny hat #meaniezuchinni art #my stuff #animated gif

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wompwomf · 20 days

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they are sisters your honor,

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lastchancestardomm · 5 months

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A Real Family

Mercenaries x Teen!Reader

Word Count - 2.5K

Warnings: Child Abuse. Swearing. Fluffy Found-Family Mercenaries. OC-insert. Written accents.

Status - Not Beta Read

A/N: Remember that post I made about the Mercs bullying Teufort citizens? That's how long this big boy was cooking. This is my brain slop served on a silver platter for all to see. This isn't a reader insert, just my 16-year-old TF2 oc Ana Ivanova (who was pushed out of a helicopter into Snakewater but shhh we don't talk about that). The translations for the Estonian words are in the replies of this post. As for Ana's lore this is just the tip of the iceberg lol.

The cool Estonian air poured into the room like a wave lapping on the shore of a beach. So sudden, yet so common. Ana flipped over in her bed, the créme-colored, thin fleece blankets hand-knitted by her late mother wrapped around her. Ana squinted through the dark, and saw the silhouette of her sister's grinning face in her doorway.

"Hei, sister! Today, it's your turn to help me string the nets and catch us some breakfast!! C'mon, get up and put on a smile, unekott!" Maria chimed, her voice falsely inviting.

Ana's stomach grumbled under her blankets at the mention of breakfast. Last night, Maria sent her to bed with no dinner because she gave her lip. Ana leaned up on her elbows, back popping as she squinted up at her smarmy sister. Maria rushed her, like a cat pouncing on its prey, her hands gripping Ana's arms, and Maria hauled Ana out of her safe and comfy bed.

"Hei! Mida-"

"Ei! No cuss words," Maria sternly reminded her, hooking arms with Ana and dragging her from her bedroom to the kitchen.

The two siblings skipped down the hall, as the oldest of them was in the kitchen brewing some hot tea. Little Olev was cradled in his arms, wrapped in another white fleece blanket that was hand-knitted by their mother.

"Tere, Alex!" Maria said in a sing-song voice, greeting her older brother.

She sighed. "Tere, Aleksander– tere, little Olev," Ana hastily greeted. Maria whacked the back of her head. Ana made a groan, as her brother's sweet-as-honey smile faltered slightly.

Maria kissed the top of Ana's head to ease Aleksander, and she skipped over to kiss her older brother on the cheek, as her littlest sibling made a tired noise of distaste. Twirling playfully, she yoinked a black, furry coat off the coat rack and began buttoning it. Ana simply stared at her display.

"Mida? You're fourteen, you can get the coat yourself. Now, hurry! Before I do it all and you'll get nothing to eat!" Maria benignly threatened in her sisterly voice. Ana flinched when Maria's hand raised to exaggerate the "nothing to eat".

Ana nearly tripped over her socked feet; drunkenly stumbling to the coat rack to grab the slick maroon coat. The soft, rabbit fur lining slipped over Ana's lanky arms. The shiny zipper cocooned Ana in her coat, and throwing on her boots she grabbed the ice drill and a cup of bait on the key stand. Maria smiled at Ana and pat her on the back, Ana recoiling from the action.

The sisters rushed outside into the snowy Estonian grass. It was near ethereal. The sky was silver, as frost twinkled on every blade of grass. Powder snow rained down like it always did in the morning, and Ana sped out after her sister for the frozen lake.

Stepping onto the ice, and seeing the imprint of her boots on the thin sheet of snow covering the lake, Ana smiled. Maria did a whistle for Ana to come near, and she stomped on a soft part of the ice where all the small fish were. It was never a lot, but it was enough to feed the four of them.

Ana set the drill down onto the heart of the crack Maria made by stomping on the ice, and slowly rotated the drill-tip in her hands. The ice was already pretty thin, so when Ana pressed the side button meant to punch a hole in the ice, she accidentally dropped the drill into the cold water.

"Mida kuradit?!" Maria screamed at her. That drill was hand-made by Aleksander and their father, back when Maria was little. Her papa always held the family drill in high value, and so Maria did too. To lose the drill felt like losing a 10,000 quid lottery.

"Ma- vabandust!" Ana pleaded. Maria grabbed Ana's dirty blonde hair, teeth gritted in contempt. Maria yanked on Ana's hair firmly, to twist her away; and Ana fumbled on her feet when she was spun, so she slipped and fell face-first onto the ice.

Maria fell with her, but she caught herself on her knees. Ana was laid out on the ice like a dead body, as her older sister glared down at her with empty eyes of hate. Ana's neck craned back, and her face was bashed against the ice.

Again and again, Maria continued to pound Ana's face into the ice 'till she bled. Her eyes were filling with blood from cuts on her forehead– her sister fading into the red, blurry void.

Eventually, the ice broke; Ana's face heading into the water below. She screamed, bubbles of air gurgling out of her mouth. Her head flew up, freed, and she was flashed with sunlight. Her achy arms lifted her up on silky, gray-brown sand. The sky was a gentle blue, and calm waters tickled her wrists. The rocky outcrops were rounded, warm, and soothing.

At least until the screaming came. Men, screaming. Explosions turned the once-gentle sky orange, and all the white puffy clouds in it dispersed into black smoke. A bullet bounced off a rock beside her, chipping it and turning it jagged. Then. The worst part of it all. Had to be Maria's laughter. It came from the loudspeakers. It made Ana's ears ring. Maria's fucking cackling.

Ana's hands rushed to cup her ears; to make the vexatious, awful laughter go away. It was deafening, and made Ana's head pound. She screamed, and she screamed and she screamed to make it go away.

As she screamed for Maria's stupid laughing to go away, people calling her name emerged, and it got louder and louder with the laughter too. "Ana! Ana! Ana!" it was like a bunch of different voices were speaking all at once. Her eyes squeezed shut against her will. This didn't feel nice. Make it stop. Make it quiet. Shut up. Stop it.

"Stop." she sorely, and quietly mustered at first. But the voices kept coming. "Stop!" she demanded, eyes now open and pouring unshed tears. But the voices continued to get more anxious. "Stop it!" she screamed. But they kept coming.

"STOP!"

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Ana's eyes fluttered open, and she wasn't on the hellish battlefield anymore; rather, on a couch. A red couch. A man in a white doctor's coat was level with her, on his knees; his icy blue eyes locked with Ana's turquoise ones.

A breathy, Estonian "Ah?" lazily left her lips in a yawn.

The hands on Ana's face were not hers, trying to block out the laughs; but rather the man's, whose soft thumbs were wiping away tears. Her world seemed fuzzy, but slowly, she could make up the words flying around her.

"Ana? Mein Kind, vake up," Medic was saying. An expression of worry was worn on his face. Others were also trying to coax her awake. She felt herself trembling on the couch, now aware of someone's arm wrapped around her.

"Medic?" Ana asked quietly. He nodded, and Soldier and Pyro were now shushing the others. "Mis juhtus?" she asked looking around, accidentally slipping into her mother-tongue.

"Jou fell asleep betveen Heavy und I," Medic started, the arm around Ana belonging to Heavy. The large Russian was looking down at her, his worry also evident. "Jou started vhimpering und tvitching. Vhen jou started crying ve all tried vaking jou up," Ana was suddenly aware of all the eyes on her; every Merc staring her down with a concerned look.

"It was just a nightmare, I'm fine, really!" Ana said, trying to nonchalantly shrug it off. A shaky breath trailed her words.

"Kiddo, no one should be actin' like dat when sleepin'," Scout stated.

"Oui, Scout is right. What was zhe dream about, chérie?" Spy asked from his spot next to Sniper.

She shook her head, "It doesn't matter, I'm fine now," Ana said, attempting to reassure them. It seemed to only worsen their state, though. Medic took Ana's hands, holding them, opening his mouth to begin to speak when Engineer cut him off.

"Yah weren't dreamin' 'bout her again, were yah?" he asked. Ana's eyes guiltily fell to her hands, an obvious yes.

"Roo, yah left that sheila behind the day yuh fell into Snakewater," Sniper said, sighing. His head dipped low, solemnly, but he straightened back up when Ana spoke.

"My brother... he didn't even try to look for me," she said, feeling the salty tears drip down her face once more. "He didn't even try."

"Ana." Heavy stated suddenly. "Look at Heavy vhen he iz talking to you." She did as he told, meeting his eyes. Heavy's grip on her tightened. "It iz better dat he did not." he said. "You are happy vis us, да? Happier than you ever been?" Ana nodded at all his questions, taking her hand from Medic's to wipe away still-wet tears. "You should not care about her."

"She treated yah like crap! She was messin' with yer family so she could hurt yah wit'out no one questionin' it! Now tha' is no way tuh live," interjected Demoman, shaking his fist. Soldier patted Demo on the shoulder in agreement.

"Ana?" Scout, almost somberly, asked. Ana looked over at him; he was holding his hat in his hands, and his headset was around his neck with his short brown hair ruffled. "Did... did any of 'em evah tell yah dat they loved yah?" When she shook her head, a no, the temperature in the room seemed to increase.

Their combined anger could've rivaled Ana's late father. A lot of them were muttering curses under their breath. "But none of them needed to! Alex kept the roof over my head and Maria was keeping food on my plate; it was all just peachy!" Ana was shushed by Heavy.

"Ana. Zhose are her words, not yours," Spy said. "Zhat is not love. Zhat is what caretakers legally 'ave to do for you in this country,"

Ana frowned. "But Maria always told me-"

"Ana! She had lied to you about a lot of things!" Soldier said suddenly. "Hudda hudda!" Pyro added, probably agreeing with Soldier.

"Ana, listen to me." Medic said, drawing her eyes back to him. "Jour birzh parents, siblings, whoever- vill never love jou as much as ve do. Zhey do not compare to us; zhat may sound narcissistic, but it is true,"

Ana nearly froze. "You guys... love me?" It was a genuine question.

"I mean, yah kinda fell from the sky and took a tumble on 'dem rocks in Snakewatah, so Doc hadda heal yah, and we all wanted to keep yah at that point," Scout said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ve had to fight the Miss Pauling to keep you," Heavy added.

"Aye! Even after that we had to fight The Administrator!" Demoman chimed in.

"Darlin', we gave yah somethin' yer old parents never could." Engineer said. Ana rose her brow and he smiled at her. "A real family,"

"We love yah more than anythin' kiddo," Scout said.

"We'll foight for yah, even if that means we lose our jobs; yer way more important," Sniper stated, grinning. Though his grin was lost when Ana suddenly burst into tears.

"What is the matter, Cadet?" Soldier asked frantically.

Ana covered her face with her hands, attempting to wipe away the tsunami of warm tears dribbling down her face. Don't cry, please. "I- I'm just so happy!" she cried. "No one's ever- ever loved me before! Aitäh, aitäh!"

Medic sighed, a small grin on his lips. "Ana, I know, I fell in love zhe second I saw jou," he shrugged, "Even zhough jour head vas bleeding." Medic covered a part of his mouth with his hand, leaning closer to Ana. "But I know jou love me zhe most," he whispered, though he made sure the others could hear it.

"Now hold on a moment, tha's not true. Ana loves me the most," Demoman said, earning a shove from Soldier.

"Both of you are lying! We all know who Ana's favorite is and that's-"

"Me!" Before she knew it, Ana was swept up in Demoman's arms. He hugged her tightly as he kissed her cheek. Then Scout snatched her from him, holding her in almost a headlock by his waist; ruffling her hair as he "hugged" her.

"I want to hold Ana!" Soldier argued, grabbing her from Scout and hugging her to his body with only one arm, like she was a teddy bear.

Ana was used to this, surprisingly. She got a lot of amusement from this human tug-of-war. "Guys, there's plenty of me to go around," she joked, grinning.

"Yes, well now you are mine, and only mine," Soldier stated.

"Ohoho, is zhat a challenge?" Medic asked (more like teased), smirking. He grabbed Ana, engulfing her in a hug, and peppering the top of her head in small kisses. Heavy stood in front of Medic, effortlessly grabbing and holding Ana with one arm, and holding Medic back with the other.

"Aye! I had Ana first!" Demoman whined, trying to grab her back. With Heavy distracted, Pyro cut through the fray and grabbed Ana; sending Demo to the floor with a thud! as the Scotsman's weight slammed against the ground. Pyro held onto Ana as they spun her in a circle gleefully.

Spy got a hold of her next, but before he could vanish with Ana in tow, Sniper grabbed him. His left arm wrapped tightly around Spy's neck, while his right arm was draped over Ana's shoulders. Sniper slyly grinned up at the Frenchie.

"Let go of me Bushman!" Spy snapped, nearly elbowing Sniper in the throat.

Sniper chuckled and did as told, but he kept his grip on Ana. That left Engineer, who stood in front of Sniper with his arms crossed. "Wot are yah gonna do, shorty?" Sniper teased.

Engineer quirked a brow, flashed his wrench on his belt, and smirked up at Sniper. The kiwi gave off a nervous chuckle, politely shifting Ana to Engineer. Engineer looked around at the other men. And Pyro, who seemed to be getting closer to him, "Now fellas, why don't we just let Ana tell us who her favorite mercenary really is?"

"But I can't choose, I guess you're going to have to keep trying to win me over," she joked, grinning slyly from ear-to-ear.

"Well that'll be easy, I'm already winnin'!" Scout boasted.

"In your dreams, maggot!" Soldier retorted.

"Now look what'cha started Ana. We got a whole war startin' 'cause you're so damn lovable," Engineer said, laughing as the bickering began to grow. "Imma just start walkin' away, we both know Ah'm your real favorite anyway," he joked, turning on his heel and starting to walk back to his workshop.

"Vhere do jou zhink jou are going, Engi?" Medic called, the others now noticing him leaving, too. Next thing Ana knew, she was the one running. After all, she had nine mercenaries all trying to smother her with affection and attempting to become her favorite.

She was loving it though. How they were trying to show her how much they really loved and cared for her. This was something other than a competition between them. And as Ana was in her room, giggling up a storm as she heard the Mercs all playfully calling out her name like it was a game of Marco-Polo, she knew that Engineer was right; this was a real family.

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a-scary-lack-of-common-sense · 11 months

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The little German boy went into the weed cave 😔

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STUTTGART NEWS

Little German Boy Fucks Shit Up

This Friday at 2AM, a little German boy in the name of Johann Ludwig entered the premises of a weed cave despite the warnings to not from many others. Once entered, Johann suddenly decided to smoke all 90 kilograms of the weed inside the cave and went in a weed induced murder spree. Over 15 innocent people were killed that night. Witnesses claim that he was "high off his ass", and several of his family members told us how they never coukd have imagined a sweet young upstanding boy like Johann to rip a bong like that.

Professional drug scientists have said that this particular incident may or may not have done permanent damage to the little German boy's brain. They have stated that "he might become like, a totally maniacal hot mercenary DILF in the future, like, he's gonna be fucking crazy dude".

The little boy's intentions from going into that cave are yet to be know, but police investigations are still ongoing and officers are saying that they will soon get answers out of the boy as soon as they find a police officer that isn't scared to death of the boy.

The little boy's family, the Ludwigs, have chose to make no further comment on the boy's unusually violent behavior, finding the topic too upsetting. However, according to the family's neighbour's, the Smidtts, little Johann had a distant Uncle whom he visited often without his family's permission or knowledge. Dr. Hans Ludwig, a dentist with a clinic not far from the boy's home, had several things to say on the subject when our reporters asked him his opinions. "Let the boys have some damn fun. He's not doing any harm!" He had said. "What's wrong with a few casualties in the name of science. Besides, who doesn't smoke weed every once in a while. You people and your silly 'laws' are inhibiting the true potential and creativity of our future children!

#i just wanted to draw him when he was younger but then I got sidetracked #i had to use google for the translation- I apologize for my sins :(#any german speakers who are reading this I am so sorry #tf2 #team fortress two #my art #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #the story behind this is that RED team already saw everyone's baby picture at least once before (beside pyro and spy's) except Medic's #so they kept badgering him about it and medic was like “no! i lost all my baby pictures and I only got one but it's so embarassing >:(”#but eventually he conceded and showed them this newspaper clipping and everyone was like “dude wtf you looked so weird as a child”#but Spy was having the five stages of grief in the background because he's the only one that understands german #medic wasnt even embarrassed about the fact he got arrested one- he was embarassed about his braces

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crowliphale · 2 years

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Gib more kiddos pls 😛

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER AHDHF

Sorry Pyro, no matter how much you love kids i don't think you'll be allowed within 30 feet of them 💔

Pyro transll:

"HUH?! No it isn't! Watch- they LOVE me!!"

"HEYA KIDS!!"

"SEE?? THEY LIKE ME!!"

Edit: UPDATE! An ask blog has been made for the kids! @kid-fortress

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whereisthedamnlostandfound · 9 months

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A study of Allogenes and their shared traits with their vision.

The ones blessed with Pyro are passionate, energetic. They know what they want and they go for it like the all-consuming flame they represent. Look at Miss Klee of Mondstadt, her chaos knows no bounds and her love of explosions is… troublesome to say the least.

Those who have been graced with the power of Cryo are secretive, lonely. They don't fit in, standing at the fringes of polite society like those left out in the cold. Lady Kamisato Ayaka, the ever-graceful eldest daughter of the Kamisato clan, stands on a dias elevated away from the people and stares jealously as they live their lives unrestricted.

The ones who wield the power of Anemo are consistent, they persevere. When everything is said and done, they will still be there, same as always; for the wind never changes. The Vigilant Yaksha has spent thousands of years protecting Liyue fiercely from demons- both outside and inside.

Those who are touched by the power of Geo are steadfast, confident. They know their path and, as immovable as the earth, they walk it no matter what comes their way. See diligent Noelle, who works as a maid for the Knights of Favonius in hopes she will one day join their ranks.

Those who are gifted in the power of Hydro are loyal, loving. They love who they are loyal to and they will be whatever the one they love needs; be it hurricane or lagoon. Take Tartaglia as an example. He stands as the epitome of a storm- violent, destructive, and ultimately, short-lived.

They who have been bestowed the power of Electro are proud, unique. They create their own path with their chin up high; for when lightning strikes, it cares not what others think. Cyno, the General Mahamatra embodies this trait as he hunts down those who would break the Academia's rules.

The ones who have been bequeathed the power of Dendro are settled, comfortable. They have made their home and will stay; for a plant is not easily uprooted. Young Kirara, of Komaniya Express notoriety, has made the entirety of the human realm her home and strives to know more about it every day.

#genshin impact #pyro #cryo #anemo #geo #hydro #electro #dendro #genshin klee #kamisato ayaka #genshin xiao #genshin noelle #genshin childe #tartaglia #genshin cyno #cyno #genshin kirara #character study #my writing

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pyro-kiinesis · 3 months

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(january 9 2024) oMG IM SUPER HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CAME OUT AAA I got the inspo for this piece from the song Rain Clouds by The Arcadian Wild which is a banger song :3c I’ve only been playing Genshin Impact for a month or so, but I have been quickly won over by the Zhongchi nation…I’ve been wanting to draw them for a while!! So here are some goobers ;;w;;

#pyro kiinesisart #pyro kiinesisfanart #my art #genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin impact childe #tartaglia #zhongchi #genshin zhongchi #fanart #procreate

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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okay so moths like light, yeah?

Imagine Foul Legacy Childe being incredibly fascinated by the fire from a candle (or perhaps your vision?), head turning to follow it as you move the little flame in various patterns. You'll have to kiss it better when he inevitably burns himself attempting to grab the enticing shiny thing, but you can't be too angry with him when he looks so betrayed by the now-snuffed-out wax candle.

OH THIS IS SO CUTE MY MOON AND STARS

in winter since it gets dark earlier you often light candles for extra visibility around the house, and Childe is absolutely FASCINATED by them. yes, he had them back in Snezhnaya, but his memories of the frost-covered nations are muddled and hazy- he remembers the endless darkness of the Abyss more, which just makes the flickering flames you set out even more lovely in his eyes. they represent you, in a way- warm, gentle, his new home- and you always smile when he tilts his head to keep his eye on the candle. you also have to bite your tongue to keep from laughing when he straight up attempts to bat at the flame, letting out a yelp when it burns his claws. and he DEFINITELY pouts when you're tending to the wound- he knows fire hurts!! but it was just so pretty and shiny that he couldn't resist!! now his hand hurts, kiss it better please? and you always do, which makes Childe secretly contemplate if it's worth it to keep playing with your candles

if the light comes from your Vision, however... Childe does his absolute best to NOT touch it, since Visions are part of one's soul and being, and he doesn't want to startle you by grabbing it. he still watches it whenever you pass, the steady glow making him purr happily, as it means you're healthy and thriving. one day you actually catch him staring at the Vision and playfully ask if he's about to bat it (to which he squeaks and hides his face, embarrassed) to Childe's surprise, you simply hold his hand and drop your Vision into his claws, telling him to be careful. and careful he is, admiring its shine in awe before pressing it gently to his chest, tugging you closer so you're nestled right beside it. he gives it back to you, opting to snuggle you instead as your Vision gleams in tandem with his- happy, healthy, safe

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #anon #i don't write about Visions very often but there's a loooot of potential for concepts!!!#both fluffy and..... not so fluffy ehehe #OHHHH MY GOD THAT GAVE ME AN IDEA #you being a pyro user who finds childe and uses the warmth of your vision to keep him alive #SORRY AM RAMBLING THIS WAS ADORABLE <33 #short scenario #other's stuff

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abyssmalice · 1 month

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"Whatever happens from here on and whatever the Traveler decides... as long as I am not on the same team with other Harbingers, I don't care."

"..."

"They can put me in a team with my brother though. But if I see Arlecchino or that rat-hat then I'm going to—"

#ic | (heard and loved);#crack | (an egg with some toast);#(this is set in my great delulu fantasy of toni being an actual playable unit)#(reaction dream team or pyro arle and hydro childe and anemo scara and cryo toni LMAO /j)

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prettybbychim · 10 months

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everytime…i say don’t use bennett when fighting apep, he will end us all as soon as the third round starts…and what do they fucking do?

USE BENNETT

i have completed the entirety of the third round with myself as childe for dps and another player as baizhu twice now

it gives me a good confidence boost

but also! use your noggins guys…

BURNING BURNS

INSTANT DEATH

#genshin impact #genshin #bennett #baizhu #childe #genshin apep #apep #genshin bosses #genshin impact domains #dendro plus pyro equals burning #burning does damage to your player too #my guy my bro my dude #guardian of apep’s oasis

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wow-thisismylifeiguess · 2 years

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Imagine Diluc becoming a Harbinger after meeting the Tsaritsa. She understands his rage over Crepus’ death, but teaches him that it is not his fault. She offers him comfort and support, and becomes someone who would never lie to him. She’s not his Archon, but she /can/ be if he lets her

Diluc becomes her 11th Harbinger (yes, before Childe). He is the Tsaritsa’s most violent Harbinger. Someone who carries rage and violence in his veins. Someone who will not hesitate to destroy those in his way, in the /Tsaritsa’s/ way.

And then imagine him meeting Kaeya again, after…./years/. The Tsaritsa kept Diluc close to Snezhnaya, to let him adjust for as long as he needed. He was essentially her personal guard, a title he’d laugh at as no Archon needs someone like him to protect them. Especially not her.

But yes. Diluc is finally given a mission that requires him to be in Liyue. He’s to accompany Childe there and keep him in check. Kaeya happens to be there on a diplomatic visit and when he spots familiar red hair, he tries to convince himself that there’s no way it’s /Diluc/. No, because the man he sees is dressed in clothes adorned w the Fatui symbol. It can’t be Diluc. It /can’t/.

Except it is.

Diluc sees Kaeya from a distance and instead of hiding or running away, he smiles and waves. Encourages Kaeya to approach.

“It’s been a while.”

“Diluc….you. Where have you been? Why are you-”

“Snezhnaya. I… Well. Let’s say I went soul searching, for simplicity’s sake. And I guess I found my calling.”

“You’ve joined the Fatui. After you said-”

“Hmm. I’ve done more than that. I’ve been blessed by my Archon, the Tsaritsa herself. I’m one of her beloved Harbingers. Aren’t you proud of me, Kaeya? I’m sure Father would be, though he’d have to forgive me for leaving the Knights so abruptly.”

Diluc smiles, like it’s the simplest thing in the world, while Kaeya looks horrified.

“They did something to you. Diluc…this isn’t like you.”

“Really? And how would you know. Not everyone fakes their personality for years, Kaeya. Unlike you, I’m not a /liar/.”

And Diluc still smiles, but this time there’s a sharpness to it. A hint of violence in his tone that makes Kaeya’s insides freeze despite his Vision.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I have business to attend to. Maybe we can catch up properly another time.”

Kaeya feels Diluc pat his shoulder as he passes by, and when he turns to look, his eyes catch sight of the Delusion at his waist, a Cryo symbol embellishing the center. It makes sense why Diluc’s hand, once so warm, felt like ice against his skin.

#i like to think of reasons why diluc would join the Fatui and I feel like the Tsaritsa would be incredibly compelling to someone who is lost #and angry. exactly what Diluc was like during his rampage through snezhnaya #plus I feel like she would be impressed w his fighting prowess #as for diluc having a cryo delusion instead of using crepus’s is because 1) it’s the opposite of his left behind pyro vision and 2) he feels #it brings him closer to the Tsaritsa #anyway. harbinger diluc is sort of similar to childe in the sense that violence comes easily to him. what’s different tho is that Diluc #doesn’t crave it the way childe does. it makes him a good babysitter for Childe tho since he has the personality to talk childe out of #trouble but also the strength to back him up if a fight does break out #diluc is essentially…good manners that hides rage and violence #his anger is 99% w the knights tho which is why Kaeya should stay away if he knows what’s good for him…#but he does try and redirect his rage towards the Tsaritsa’s enemies #when my tags are nearly as long as tbe actual post…#genshin impact #my post

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