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Brainrot? Brainrot... or Drabble. Idk

I’m alive! Sort of? Honkai: Star Rail has viciously grabbed my brain the second I saw it and now I have thoughts... and this is also because I got yanked in by the throat from both the silly content and beautiful artwork.

And if it wasn’t enough to nail a coffin to my grave, Tumblr dropped a post from @channelinglament (which is this post right here) and now my brain’s keeping me up with thoughts.

Not sure if I’ll have enough energy to spare for actual posts, but maybe with enough food for thought, I might actually make a piece or two... might. Due to HSR’s brand of silliness, it might just be Shenanigans the Fic.

The thing that gets to me the most is the highest of Aeons part, like... the Aeon of Aeons and you know, while I still know almost nothing about how Aeons come to be, what if there’s that one Entity that just exists and gives power that basically ascends whatever is sentient.

Of course the term “Aeon” would not be applied until numerous of the ascended beings are present and people are suddenly aware that there are these powerful beings in the universe now that can literally affect everything and bring about a permanent change to their livelihood. One moment the universe is all calm and normal and then here comes the Aeons. People do not know how to feel about them at first.

Naturally, there will always be the curious type of people who would try to search for the cause of it.

Pop in lil old You, just trying to help everyone you come across who look to be in desperate need power to be able to change their unfortunate circumstances. Too pure of heart, harmless mischief maker, just overall the sweetest entity with the power to turn anything into gods... yes, this is how beings like Qlipoth and Nous are born.

Now this gets me thinking that the Paths existed as one big, singular Path with you as the origin point and the ending point. When you gift a part of your power to someone/something, a piece of the path branches out of the main path but still remains connected to you... whether out of devotion or because it cannot exist without you is up in the air (your choice tbh).

The people/Aeons would just feel so grateful to be chosen, to be given so much power to do what they wished to change/do most... this was before they discovered there were others like them, doing things different from them that may clash with their ideals and suddenly there’s an all out war because each of the Aeons believed that the others were sullying your name by abusing your gifts.

(While the Dusk Wars are happening, you remain in ignorance to the wars because there are mortals that are calling for help and you just can’t look away from them.)

Eventually most of the Aeons are either killed off by each other (i.e, Tayzzyronth the Propagation) or assimilated into another Aeon (i.e Ena the Order), leaving a great many Paths masterless and fraying in shards, which suddenly starts to affect you badly and the poor Aeons who were just trying to do your name justice are panicking.

No one knows what happened, or what was happening to you, and when Akivili disappears/died, you disappear as well. Everyone is grieving, and there are no more new Aeons appearing anymore.

Thus you are assumed dead by the universe  (this part came from another post that I can’t quite find ;-;) and later become forgotten just because... idk. Haven’t thought much past this.

Plot twist for the universe (not really a plot twist because there would be no story without the star of the show), you are not. You just got a bit (super) sleepy because the Paths that are masterless are without an ending point and therefore drains you because there is no one there to receive the power from the separated Path. You spent a lot of your energy mending the masterless Paths back to you which made you fall asleep by the time you were done.

When you wake back up is when the game starts, and being so out of touch with the timeline of the universe, you’re just one curious bean trying to figure out what’s going on.

No one can see you now though, which is just sad for you, but you realized they can sense you so you’re just doing your best to help them now. Kafka and Silver Wolf do not understand what’s going on except the strange warm and homely feeling that makes them feel invincible is suddenly there.

Also a mischief maker if the randomly destroyed property by the subtle urging is anything to go by... yeah, there’s something there.

Kafka and Silver Wolf feel oddly disappointed when the sensation leaves, but returns to Elio and mentions it to him. He then tells them that he may or may not have withheld information from them that an Aeon (the OG of Aeons) was going to be helping them. However they react is up to your thoughts... I haven’t thought of something for that part yet.

When MC (could be either) wakes up, the first thing they actually see is You... which makes you delighted because Yay, a friend to communicate with!. Neither March 7th nor Dan Heng could understand why the MC is talking to nothing, until they felt the warm and fuzzy presence nestled into them that they are suddenly aware that MC might be interacting with a higher existence that might be an Aeon.

They are naturally wary of you at first, but upon seeing the way MC interacts with you, doing some silly stuff by your apparent urging... they realized you’re pretty harmless and also very nice (in what way, also up in the air).

[Going back to the subject of other Aeons who are essentially your Emanators by all but name, they do not know you are alive until Nanook catches sight of you/felt your very real presence with the MC when the Doomsday Beast battle happens. They are very happy you’re back, but they’re very upset because why didn’t you tell them you were back? For what reason, you guys can think about it. 

Anyways, you’ve got an Aeon stalking you and MC now, keeping a close eye on you especially because they nearly lost you once and would like it if you didn’t actually die this time. When MC starts getting acknowledged by more of the Aeons, more of them are also going to notice you too and then join Nanook with the stalking thing.

Eventually if they do find you in reality... well, that’s up to your imagination. It can also be a race between them and the mortals who start to see you physically too since you’re the sweetest existence to ever come into the universe and it’s a must to protect that innocence of yours (or for some other reason).

Also highly debating if Aeon!You would be either Aeon of Origin (the beginning of the Paths/the Origin of the Paths if going by this type of story) or Aeon of Guidance because of the in-game thing that we all do.]

Uhh... that’s all my brain can come up with here... so I shall see myself out now! ;D

#sahsr x reader #self aware au #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #I apologize to everyone who followed me for not doing anything here for a long time #lots of stuff happened #but also burned out #still burnt out to a crisp rn #especially with summer approaching over here #I don't do well being melted alive by the heat ;w;

[madametrashbin]

Like Glass

In which I gloriously gave up resisting after reading the nth OC-included pieces from the many that have come to fruition in the SAGAU world and had decided to quietly slide my son into this (andaquicktagtoacertainsomeonehere=> @nicebonescomrade).

My son has been around for the longest time since I started writing fanfics (which has been a decade now since I took up the pen- and later on the keyboard, almost to my 11th year at this point). I love him very much and wanted to finally release him into the wilds- skjsksjksjkjs 

This is a short Imposter!AU of the Villain!SAGAU verse, feat my boi... lemme know if it’s fine like this because I rarely bring out my OCs into stories publicly (and if you wanna ask about them, feel free).  

This is so bad because it’s so late and I cannot sleep because insomnia is a bitch as always.  ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

So fragile, this light...

Such were his thoughts when he gazed down at the existence the world had revered, yet mistook quite easily. The ichor that spilled onto the snow, the gold that stained the pure white beneath his feet... He feels Teyvat’s unrestricted rage, just as he too felt the burn that threatened to boil over his entire existence with the desire to slaughter.

You have become weak... so very weak.

He loves them, the one who gave him a Reason to be something rather than an existence formed purely by the concept of Destruction. He loves them with everything that he is, with what little he could truly offer aside from unrestrained Destruction that he could only do.

He would give up everything for them, and whatever they asked, he would do it. To be a weapon to deliver their justice, to be a friend that is there to give comfort... to be a protector that grants safety to the body and soul. 

Everything is theirs.

But you are not awake to hear these prayers and vows... for you in all your love have been mistaken by the blind heathens who follow a monster wearing your skin.

He exhales softly and watches the wisp of white fly out from his lips before he gazed back into the figure soaked in gold, the divine ichor dripping upon the snow as the winds whisper to him with urgency to move.

There was no more time to think, for the heathens blinded by the embodiment of greed were on their way.

I will protect you... I will give you everything and more. 

I will be better than them... even if I am worthless as a mere thought that should not be alive.

The person who saved you, Polaris, was an odd person.

You weren’t even sure if  he was supposed to exist since you found nothing of the sorts about him in the game... granted, a lot of things that happened to you were already confusing enough.

This made you rather glad that he was willing to answer all your questions while he had “mended” you from the horrid state you were in before. The pain was undeniably gone, and any traces of the attacks done to you weren’t present either.

Is this another aspect of Destruction he was talking about?

You cannot help but wonder just what rules he could twist with that unique ability of his that put the Archons and Celestia to shame. 

As much as you want to know more about that power of his, you were still fairly exhausted from the week before... you barely survived, after all and you weren’t sure whether to be thankful to live another day with someone by your side at last or be angry that you are alive in this hellhole of a world.

But when the hand as pale as snow gently take your own like glass, you quickly dismiss the feelings of anger as the man who gave you everything he could give quietly settles by your side.

With this small space filled with only comfort and silence, the safety you feel knowing Teyvat itself was protecting you alongside him... it fills you with warmth that makes you forget the cruel world outside.

(And you know the length they are willing to go for your sake, as you ignore the noises that sometimes became too loud outside during the darkest hours of the night. You ignore them, if only because it is no longer your problem.)

#self aware genshin #yandere genshin x reader #genshin cult stuff #Imposter!AU #featuring... #Original Character: Polaris #in which I have no idea what I was doing #my little boi is socially awkward but makes it work by being blunt #I was originally going to make this dark #because my son actually won't hesitate to go commit slaughter #but then it became a little complicated because gore is something I would go overboard with #but anyways- #I have a picture of my son saved #if you wanna see lmk #and also #brain dead rn #12am woohoo

[madametrashbin]

Gentle Dusk

Side stories!... In which this will be how I spend my time with the series while I wait for the Main Story to be updated after I finish Veil of Starlight. :D

These are just... moments with the characters, maybe an insight for you guys to just understand what they’re like in this particular storyline because, y’know, dead characters aren’t necessarily dead here (and I refuse to accept Mihoyo made these beautiful characters to die... like, why are they so pretty?! Explain yourselves, Mihoyo!!)

Today’s spotlight character is...! Uhh... Actually, I’ll just let you guys read it and see. 

(I wanted to post this Wednesday but Wifi went out and my phone is kind of ass when it comes to writing on Tumblr, so I had to delay it... unfortunately. I’ll get my brain back to work on Veil of Starlight now.)

Today’s a good day.

Crepus immediately thinks as the weather was at the perfect temperature, probably because a certain Exalted figure was coming today. He’s rather ecstatic to spend some time with them today, a chance to get to know his savior in person... he won’t say it to many people, but he wasn’t a fan of how possessive the Archons were.

He could tell a lot of the other worshippers weren’t as happy about it either, thinking the manner of how the Archons treated their statuses over the rest of them was unfair. 

The Creator treated all equally, so why do they believe they hold the right to keep the Creator’s attention on them more than anyone else?

“Father.”

Crepus turns away from the sky, looking back to his son who stood at the stairway from where he was,

“Their Grace has arrived. It’s best you get there quickly before Barbatos drags them away again.”

“Alright. Thank you, Diluc.”

His son, ever so quiet compared to his brother, only nods in response before Crepus heads off... although he does ruffle the young man’s hair quickly and jogs away to the gate before the young man could react.

As he made his way closer to the gate, the tingling feeling within him that bursts like those fireworks from Inazuma grew more prominent, setting his body ablaze with a warmth that gave him a sense of enlightenment. The Creator’s blessings are within everyone, but very rarely do individuals ever hold enough to feel that connection more prominently.

Crepus felt blessed to be one of those rare individuals himself.

“Your Grace.”

He finally spotted them at the entrance of the city, the familiar white silk outfit that was wrapped around their perfect form... The unmistakable light of stardust that shimmers from behind them as they stood at the gate with a relatively relaxed expression.

Seeing their bright eyes of stars look towards him, he feels his breath taken away yet again... truly, to have them look at him no matter how many times it happens, it still makes him lose his composure and find himself rendered speechless with awe and adoration.

“Crepus.”

“Ah, my apologies... I cannot get used to how beautiful you are, Your Grace.”

He finds himself back to reality at the call of his name, and nearly forgets to respond when he sees them looking at him still. He couldn’t really help himself though! How could he, when an existence so wonderful has arrived and graced the world with their presence?

“O-Oh... Is that so?”

Crepus is graced with the twinge of red from their cheeks, the infamous shy nature their Exalted God held was shown as he finds himself entranced yet again. How very humble his divine savior was...

He couldn’t help but be endeared by the sight, as he gently took their hand (making sure to ask permission first, unlike the Archons who just forcefully dragged them around without ever being considerate of what they wanted) and soon led them around Mondstadt.

Crepus is a gentleman as he is an honest man.

Finally getting the chance to know him better without any of the Archons forcefully butting into everything like usual for your attention, you find yourself understanding just how Crepus easily influenced the people around him, and the respect held by many people who knew him (when he was dead in the storyline you knew).

While he still isn’t a part of the Knights of Favonius in this world, he still lent a hand to the city when they needed him... never once did treat his status as one of the rare blessed people as leverage over the others.

You can see why Diluc had been so eager to make his father proud, and why Kaeya had struggled to decide his allegiance between his homeland of birth and the land that took him in... you would’ve been the same if you were in their shoes.

(Even so, you still cannot understand how someone wonderful like him consider you as beautiful to the point of rendering him speechless. As far as you were certain, you just looked like some ordinary civilian... if you ignored the unnatural light you were constantly emitting with no end in sight, that is.)

“Is there anything you want, Your Grace?”

Out of all the other wealthier people, Crepus is surprisingly tamed when it comes to spending his money... unlike Childe or Ningguang who would pull out their wallets at the second you look at something for a second too long, Crepus only buys something when you actually do want something.

Which, if you had to be honest, makes you relax around him a lot more easily compared to the rest... and his devotion for you is generally more relaxing. He isn’t pressuring you to do anything, so you find yourself truly enjoying his company without being too exhausted. 

(It’s not that you don’t like everyone else... it’s just a bit too much sometimes when they’re all pushing you behind their looks and words that are kind of demanding you to do something even when you just wanted to sit and relax.)

“I’m... feeling a little hungry.”

“Is that so? Then let us find a place to eat. Any place in particular that you wish to go to, Your Grace?”

Okay, yeah. Being with Crepus is a lot less stressful than most others. You’d say he ranks the same as Thoma, with the amount of patience and consideration of what you want.

He’s a new favorite, not that you’d say it out loud to anyone... you’re kind of worried about that, having witnessed some less-than-pleasant moments between your “worshippers” before and saw the disasters that unfolded in front of you.

You don’t want Crepus to deal with those messes, let alone get caught up in them now that you got to know him better than what little you knew of him.

Now then... here’s to hoping that the others who are not dead are like him...

#self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #*nervously sweating* #crepus x reader #look #I just like to think Crepus could be a big simp #y'know #for god!darling #who is pretty much his hero #I wasn't sure how to go about this to be honest #but I had to kind of get a feel of all the characters that are technically dead in main #or at least #build a basis of something #for their personalities at least #I honestly am never satisfied how I end things #alksdhalkwhdal #I'll just send myself into a coma now #havefunreadingthis

[madametrashbin]

Spring Snow

I'm dying inside, it's so frigging cold since October ended and it’s windy as hell outside these days (there was a blizzard last week, which wasn’t fun at all lmao). I just wanna curl up in my bed and sleep all day, and my jaws hurt from having it forced to be pried open to hell and back during the dentist appointment today.

This is just good old regular SAGAU brainrot, no Villain!AU (for now) this time since I think it’s being provided by plenty... but I also need to take a break from writing Veil of Starlight (like, how the fuck do I write out dead, barely written out characters that have barely a crumb of anything about them except the fact they look pretty? *noises of suffering*. I signed myself up for hell with that though, so I must deal with it).

[Had this as a draft for months now, but the changes are made in it... heavily inspired by these lovely hoomans who honestly helped me get my shit together with this and provide some decent content (that I’d say I’m absolute dog shit at providing 100% of the time and will never be confident with what’s published ahaha): @nicebonescomrade, @lovelornobsessions, @azempyrea, @myuni-moon, @chocoenvy, and some other people whose blogs I cannot seem to find in the mess that are Tags asdfajaksdja.]

Anyways, have some Fatui/Snezhnaya finds God!Reader first, and it’s really just a messy set of scenarios. It’s short, because I cannot think of a proper ending for this right now... it’s something that’s in my head that I cannot complete, so you guys can just use this as a food for thought or whatever.

AndsorryforthecursinghereI’mnothavingagooddayandIneededsomethingtohelpmegetmyselfbacktogether-

It is normal to see the entire landscape blanketed in snow.

It is not out of the ordinary to find people lost amidst the storm that made Snezhnaya a harsh place to live in if you aren’t sufficient prepared enough.

Finding Adventurers and Fatui soldiers wandering around doing their jobs is also not an unusual sight... they started in this world of white, after all.

What is out of the ordinary is to see sunlight, let alone cleared snowstorms and vibrant green grass amidst the mess that is snow. Color that seeps into the monochrome world is not often seen outside cities, and people knew that.

That is how Pierro found his day turning for what could be for the better, his eyes having caught sight of sunlight in Snezhnaya of all places where there was a blizzard going on in the moment. 

(Absurd, he thinks to himself... and yet curiosity calls to him like a siren, leading his feet to the light amidst the darkness.)

In the center of green grass (that should normally be impossible in the Land of the Cryo Archon), was a lone figure laying among flowers he couldn’t pinpoint the origins to.

Safe as they were, the snow had not once touched the patch of spring and it was clear that the wind had steered the blizzard away from them... they didn’t look prepared for the cold either, so the sudden warmth that hit him should have been expected.

Too many questions flowed through his mind, but when he knelt down and had his fingers barely brush against their cheek, a spark of warmth and divinity practically sinks itself into his soul that had him flinching in surprise... not in a bad way, though.

He already suspected who the figure was at this point and couldn’t help but feel excitement for the coming future.

First thing’s first though, he needs to bring them back to the Palace and report to the Tsaritsa of his discovery... this could very well change the future of their plans, after all.

Your head hurts.

It felt like your head was on the verge of splitting open by the time you woke up in an unfamiliar place. Nothing was familiar for sure (although the designs you’ve noticed lining up on the walls are vaguely familiar to you that you cannot seem to pinpoint where you saw them).

Ah, but the details are unimportant right now. This migraine you have is really starting to get annoying painful to the point sitting up is becoming a bad idea.

“Here, drink this.”

You don’t even think twice about accepting the offer, the pain was terrible and you still cannot seem to recall what the hell happened before this. It is only after you downed the vial of strangely sweet liquid that you realized you weren’t alone.

“I’m glad you’re finally awake, Supreme One.”

You weren’t sure what you regretted the most in this moment: the fact you were awake in a place that was definitely not home while nursing a migraine, or the fact you were awake at all to understand what this person said to you.

Either way, both were bad simply because you aren’t even home... wherever that may be when you spot the obvious designs of a Delusion on this man’s suit.

I must’ve died and gone to heaven.- Was all you could really think when you looked into the deep ocean eyes of one beaming Tartaglia.

How cute.

Was all La Signora could really think, watching the Creator of Teyvat in mortal form wander the halls of Zapolyarny Palace while being chaperoned by several Harbingers and the Archon herself.

Eyes wide and brimming with curiosity, the lack of memories could be the reason why they looked like they were seeing these sorts of things the first time... the poor deity doesn’t even remember anything about creating the world they walked on, let alone how they managed to get here in the first place.

Regardless, it worked well in their favor, and the Fatui could certainly make use of having the God of Gods on their side in case their plans go south.

Right now, Tartaglia was clinging onto them like a child begging for attention, and the Balladeer himself was no different... a mess, the both of them were, but they were reverent followers of the Supreme One so it barely surprised her.

What did surprise her is how despite the clear lack of memories tied to this world, their God knew all of their names, their real names, and places like the back of their hand despite the fact this was their first time in the Palace.

(And when La Signora questioned them about it at a rare moment of quiet, they only shrugged and told her-

“I just had a feeling about it.”

She doesn’t question about it after that, and left it be even though she wished the one saying her name was the dear one to her heart that she had lost... but having the God of the highest authority say your name isn’t all that bad either.)

“Your Grace! Look over here!”

“Show more respect to the Supreme One, you bumbling fool! Don’t just drag them around as you please for attention!”

La Signora wondered why she was even forced to accompany these people, watching the Tsaritsa giving a warning glare to the loud duo as Pierro stood behind the God from a distance while the two Harbingers bickered with the Tsaritsa ready to murder them.

...that is if the Creator wasn’t holding onto her hand and keeping her in place, she would have gotten rid of them both already.

“I’m hungry... can we go get something to eat?”

Those words were enough to end the bickering as the both of them returned to being puppies at their feet, La Signora once again stuck with accompanying the group as a guard... she wonders if anyone remembers that there was still work to do out there.

(They do remember about it, but it was just so nice to finally be with the Creator. They just couldn’t find it in themselves to be away from them for too long, already so addicted to their presence and gentle touches.)

In the meantime, you were inwardly screaming about all the beautiful faces surrounding you... how you managed to keep a poker face and your heart calm while walking alongside these beauties was beyond you.

And the food was great too, definitely a reason why you probably don’t try to leave considering how good it was... and because there’s so much damn snow out there that you had doubts you would survive anyways.

At least you won’t get bored here while you stayed with them... that much, you were certain of.

#self aware genshin #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin cult stuff #good grief I couldn't even think straight with this #also am forced to wait for update since I came home during maintenance #it hasn't been a good day today #so I'm going to indulge in some ooc writing #I apologize if this confused you #this was dogshit in my opinion #definitely won't be touching this subject for a while #until I have something more decent in my head

[madametrashbin]

Itto's birthday song in chinese, japanese, and english!

#out of the regular order of business but #this man #stupid but I love him #such a himbo and that's okay #arataki itto #I will unleash the power of wallet on him when he arrives at long last #that is if he doesn't come home

[madametrashbin]

Of Gods and Stars

Brain went brr at work and while thinking about lovely Dainsleif (sir, please come back soon I miss you-) so Khaenri’an Reader. God!Darling is a Khaenri’an.

That’s it. Everything else in this story is pure improvisation from whatever dramatic story I can come up with through the power of memes (that’s really just how my brain functions at this point haha I’msofuckinghopeless).

@nicebonescomrade wanted something like this so I’ve tagged the creacher of skeletons that has some of my bones right now (not that I mind since I don’t make optimal uses for them).

Huge divergence in plot, I guess? Uhh... I apologize, but I’m dogshit at warnings as you might’ve witnessed. Still, hope you like this. Am going on a posting spree because I gotta make up the time span from last post.

Might also be super messy and short because it’s just brainrot I need to clear my head out of.

You grew up a little isolated from the world... your parents, middle-classed as they were, treated you as though you were something else that wasn’t their child. 

(That all started when you told your parents of the weird dreams you had, of a bountiful world where only nature and its creatures thrived... civilization was no seen then, and many giant creatures roamed the lands as though they belonged there. 

You never understood the faces your parents made then... you were still but a child in heart and mind.)

People, just about everyone in the kingdom, treated you with something you couldn’t pinpoint- something your young childish mind couldn’t comprehend at the time as you grew up pampered and spoiled rotten with the luxuries of the Kingdom at your fingertips. 

You were so young then, so you didn’t understand the significance of your existence.

As years went by, you learned to understand things better. You understood the meaning of why people acted the way they did now. Everything you’ve seen, felt and experienced in the moments growing up made more sense.

The voices you heard from the land, sea and sky... the way the animals never ran from little old you... the way everything seems to be in your favor, or how it followed your moods.

(You learnt on your own that you were a God reincarnated... a God so special that created the world you walked on. It was hard to take in though... even if you finally had answers to why you were treated so well and essentially isolated from the world and its people.

But... there were other memories you saw in your dreams, one that had nothing to do with this world and of something entirely unknown to you... you couldn’t figure it out at all, but that place looked a lot better than what you had now.

You were more free over there.)

Your world comes crumbling to pieces, literally as the kingdom you lived in burned... Gods and their followers alike had attacked out of anger for reasons you knew not of... but Gold, a friend who was a constant source of comfort and company when everything felt like too much, had told you to leave the Kingdom and hide before calling upon an endless sea of terrifying monsters to fight back.

The last you had heard of them was after the Twilight Sword had carried you up in his arms tightly, running out of the kingdom as he had strange black and blue marks crawling up the right side of his body amidst the flames and strange cubes as though his very existence depended on it.

(Perhaps it did, because it was you that they wanted... and as a Khaenri’an through and through, he could not allow them to have you. You, the Creator, was reborn a Khaenri’an... so it was obvious that you belonged to them the same way as they were all made for you to use to your heart’s content.)

You cried the day Khaenri’ah fell... tears falling endlessly until you had nothing left within you to share your grief. 

The white stars that one dazzled in your gem-like eyes turned black from grief, the anguish you bear in your heart became unquenchable even if the knight that stuck by your side for centuries had tried to console your weeping soul but was met with no avail and could only be there for as long as he could.

The stars had fallen with your tears... and just like them, never returned to where they belonged.

Home is gone, and all you have left are the remnants that linger on the world as stains filled with sins.

#self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #I feel like this was bad #I'm so sorry for the lack of updates btw #Veil of Starlight is kicking my ass with building plots for blank characters #Good grief how do you people do it? #I can't come up with anything but bullshit at this point lmao #I'll be posting two more things later #tomorrow at least #though that depends if my dentist appointment doesn't ruin my thought coherency #I regret everything I write #but at the same time #I don't #anywayshavefunandenjoythis

[madametrashbin]

A Lovely Day

A gift for @nicebonescomrade because why not. 

I did mention to le comrade of bones on main weeks(?) ago that I was making another Disney Princess AU (credit to @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry for this AU by the way), which is this but also wanted to try out Scaramouche so...  *awkwardly finger guns* I made this... fic. I’msorrythiswasn’tfullyplannedoutandnotevensureifitfitsbutIwantedtotrysomethingnewtoday/tonight.

I also apologize for not posting for weeks because good god why did I sign myself up to do world building using characters that will never be mentioned ever again? But alas, I must march on with the Cosmos series and crawl my way forward. 

Uhh... yeah, enjoy this while I die over Veil of Starlight.  AndmanyapologiesforthisbeingshorterthanmyusualworksbecauseIdunnohowtowriteScaraandI’minterribleneedforsomecomfortandcravingforhugsrightnow-

It is quiet, but perfect day outside.

A day like every other, with the singing birds and pleasant atmosphere... occasional visits from the animals, the Abyss Order and monsters alike.

None means any harm, of course. Why would they, when their lovely Creator is with them and gracing their lives with their smile?

Ah, there was also that puppet made by that one God, but that detail is insignificant... he’s not like his maker in the slightest, and was certainly different from the rest with how much their Creator adored him.

He was the only one who did not harm them after all, so it is only fair that they leave him be unlike the rest of the world who dared to do so in their blind beliefs and self-imposed justified truths.

It is a peaceful day outside, and the Garden that houses their beloved Creator will always remain that way... contrary to the world outside where civilizations beg and cry out for mercy from the very God they thought to wrong.

No sinner is allowed in the Garden, and only those loved by their Creator are allowed to stay.

The world outside is harsh, Teyvat had condemned them all with eternal suffering for their transgressions.

Scaramouche has witnessed the world’s act of retribution from his place in the Garden, watching the sinner try to beg and plea for their Creator’s mercy. He finds it hilarious that they’re trying to desperately appease you now, despite the fact not once did they ever hear your pleas.

He heard you though.

He heard your pleas, and had been the only one who had done so.

Because of that, he had earned his place by your side forever, and was most fortunate to be taken in as the one you love and adore the most out of all the other fools who call themselves your “acolytes”.

He only laughs every time he sees one of them try to get near in their weakened state, only to be sent away by the likes of the creatures who thrive as your protectors... the same one who stayed by your side before he came.

“Kuni...”

Your voice is quiet, yet so loud in his ears that it has his entire existence shaking in both awe and love for you. It is heavily laced with sleep as you had been napping beside him earlier before he went to check the state of the world outside.

Now you’re partially awake, and with the call of his name that not many were graced to know, he immediately knelt by your side with a delicate touch to your outstretched hands.

“Yes, my dear?”

If anyone who knew him had seen him speak with such a soft and fond voice, they would have thought they were hallucinating... but none of those worthless fools are here, and he has you all to himself.

(Of course, there is also Teyvat but he doesn’t bother with that subject all that much since he still cannot fathom the thought of being “rivals” with an entire planet.)

“Cuddle.”

You only said to him, and he willingly complies because who was he to deny something that he desired all the same?

So he laid himself upon the soft ground, letting you move on top of him where your head rests upon his chest... your arms holding each other close and legs lazily tangled together.

Today is a nice day outside, like every other day he spent in the Garden.

A lovely day... perfect for another nap in his opinion as the gentlest breeze brushes over your forms and wished you both a wonderful nap under the warm sunlight.

#self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #uhh #Disney Princess AU #I guess #skjsksjksj #I don't know what I was doing with this #I never tried write scara before #it's been weeks #I tried my best with this #idk what to tag with this either #this is too soft for yandere lmao #soft yandere #should work... I think #I'm dying with world building though... #dead cast don't got much on em #*quietly crying and dying inside over plot*

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hello i drew fanart for your sagau! this is what i imagine the reader to look like :) [also peep the thigh jewelry] if you could tag other sagau authors that would be a lot of help! -have a nice day mwah

#blesssss #self aware genshin #it's so pretty! #don't worry peeps #I'm working on the fics #it's just taking a while because world building so difficult

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Was beautiful, thanks for some food in this trying time

I have too much ingredients in my head to really not write anything, because that's how it's been. My fingers unfortunately twitches when I have too many writing ideas and so I gotta do something or my hands cramp up...

But either way, happy to provide. :3

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Always Yours, Forever

Disney Princess AU, as @nicebonescomrade (tagging you, as I did say through main that I had planned to write this) chose to call it. The giga brain they have, it’s great and their anons too- whew. Good stuff, indeed. (And the memes, I resonate with them because the method to my bullshit involves memes... only when I actually write, I turn them into something more coherent and proper.)

Also @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry because their Beth piece was S Grade and sublime. I’ve been reading that shit on repeat because what I would do to get spoiled or at least even a smidge of affection after traumatizing events.

Anyways, I’m going to tweak a little bit of that AU, if only to incorporate some other elements from Comrade’s posts that I thought was even more interesting and it did tempt me to go on a writing frenzy... I want to selfishly indulge in all of these situations because I’m in desperate need for some comfort.

Uhh... I guess it’s time for symbiotic relationship between Teyvat and Reader? Is that the right word? It’s 12am when I started writing this, please understand that I only get quiet time during the late hours as I suffer from insomnia + boomer back pains.

But anyways, enjoy... mightcontinuewiththisAUanothertimehah-

You run, because that’s all you can do.

You can hear the shouting behind you, your body screams at you as you narrowly duck away from another volley of arrows... your lungs burn, your legs are all but numb to the pain... everywhere is hurting.

You run, because you’re not ready to die a second time... you don’t want to die again either.

You do not understand where this aggression came from nor do you understand why they kept accusing you of imitating their God... and as far as you were concerned, you weren’t that attractive and weren’t even remotely close to looking like any of the Archons you’ve known thus far.

They were all really pretty... something you could have said when the situation was less dire and perhaps surrounded by friendly people.

(Barbatos, as far as you were concerned, didn’t have this much fanatical reverence from what you’ve seen and heard from in the game... ah, if only you weren’t in so much pain, you could be thinking about things with a clearer mind.)

Said God is watching from the sky no doubt as you could see a glimpse of green from the corner of your eye. You could see that sick amusement on his face and the same anger he held that matched the angry mob behind you.

The mockery hurt, especially from the many characters you were fond of when you were still...

You thoughts were cut off when you tripped, a noise of surprise leaving you as your foot unfortunately hit a rather solid stone embedded in the ground, making you rolling down the slope near Brightcrown Mountain and caused your hand to get a rather nasty cut... you still cannot get used to that golden color that leaves your wounds instead of the familiar crimson.

You took a moment to catch your breath, your body aching painfully yet the sound of the approaching mob had you force yourself to your feet to run again.

You don’t get that far until you reached a cliff, a dead end as you find yourself facing two unfortunately terrible choices... so all you could do was make a prayer for someone, anyone, to save you.

For what have you done to garner such hatred?

And so Teyvat answers with a dragon of blue, who soared across the sky with a powerful roar that matched its unadulterated fury for the recent events going on as of this moment.

Teyvat was born connected to the Creator... one whose face it has never seen yet felt the presence, small as it was, as a constant in its time alive.

The land, the sea, and the sky all knew that they were alive because of the Creator, and that they will continue to exist so long as they live... thus, when their master had descended upon the land, they rejoice.

They could finally see their beloved maker, they could hear and feel the very power that flowed through their veins with them... cycling through each other endlessly. 

A sacred connection that not even the Gods could ever hope to achieve, even if they and the humans that walk on their lands claim to be the closest to them...

Fools, they all were. 

There were no living beings that could ever hold a candle to the devotion of the very fabric of the world that lives because of them... and seeing the humans and those worthless Gods chase and harm their beloved Creator, it simply proved to be a true statement.

For in the end, the Creator’s life is Teyvat’s life... and if they die, Teyvat will die as well.

That is not something they can allow to happen, not while they still desperately wish to live with their Creator who finally graced them with their presence.

So, in response to the mess made by mankind, they sent the Dragon that was formed by their gales and skies to protect them before it was too late.

(Though, if one were to ask which living creature born not of their land, sea or sky were the closest to their Creator, one would say it was those who hailed from the land condemned by the Gods... one that remains in the form of the world’s many monsters and immortalized men.)

You had been momentarily terrified when you saw Dvalin... and yet when his form swept around you, his body of blue feathers and sharp claws of midnight skies brushing away the projectiles aimed your way, you had never felt so relieved in your life.

It had taken everything within you not to weep, not to collapse to your knees are your legs wobbled, struggling to stay standing while Dvalin had his claws hovering over you like a protective covering.

He roars, and you witness the familiar sight of the Energy Rain falling onto the mobs that had lost their composure upon sight of him... soon enough, it forces everyone including Venti to retreat... but neither of you move from your spots until Dvalin was certain they had all but left.

That was when your legs finally caved in, your whole body trembling as the tears you had suppressed finally flows freely from your eyes.

Your body hurts, stinging pain lingers everywhere on your skin... you’re dusty and covered in dirt from falling every now an again, dried golden blood that still kept its lustrous color sticks to your skin, but alas... you do not pay it any mind.

Nothing could truly beat the exhaustion that weighs down on you after days of running, no food or rest to spare after the beginning of the mob hunting.

“Creator... are you alright?”

“...no.”

You answer him after a long moment of silence, although the Dragon was hardly surprised given your current state.

You wordlessly accepted his invitation, shakily climbing onto his back before he makes his way to the tower, which you’re quite familiar with the lore that surrounded it... you immediately take notice of the hilichurls waiting, holding onto a variety of items that surprisingly did not contain weaponry. 

Of course, you were skeptical at first, given your initial situation until it dawned on you that while the Archons and the Humans do not particularly like you, you still had the ones that such people would call monsters.

When the hilichurls had carefully tended to your injuries and little birds that rested on your shoulders sang songs to you to soothe your weary heart, you find yourself crying quietly again if only out of relief when you finally understood what was going on.

You weren’t hated by everyone... well, at least, you still had a place to go to when times were too rough on your weary soul.

That much, you were eternally grateful for.

#self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #not really yandere-centric #but the AU technically is #uhh... #am I supposed to do a Teyvat x Reader tag? #skjskjsksjksj #that sounds so weird #and looks so odd here #lmk what u guys think about the tags lmao #although #I stan this sort of AU #I'm being inspired some more #nothing can beat being pampered by an entire planet #whose life also desperately depends on your survival #that is my shit #anyways I didn't like how it got written #but I'll keep it as it is to serve as a basis #and as a reminder that I need to stop writing so late at night #or at least start things at midnight

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If you're still accepting characters

Albedo ehe

Look, if you guys want me to write a character, let me know. Just be aware, I will take forever depending on the days (because I have work from Fri-Mon, so I don’t have enough time to write during those days... and if I haven’t posted during my free days, it’s because I’m working on le project... aka CC series that shall be properly named another time).

Anyways, Albedo simps. Rise up from your graves and have a snack. This is all I can really deliver right now, since I have a few things in progress that took up my creativity.

If there was anything that can make Albedo feel human, it would be anything that involved you.

Whether it was to see you, to draw you, to even have a moment to touch you or maybe even spend time with you... whatever the case was, he felt most human when you are around him.

There is no one who could reduce him to such a state but you alone, and he lives for it.

Especially now, when you sought out for him, asked for his company and left yourself relax around him. There was no greater joy for him than your unwavering trust, and the fact you’re so openly affectionate with him sends him over the moon.

Albedo wishes he could move, if only to draw your beautiful visage as you slept atop him... and also finish some experiments that were left on hold since your arrival.

He is, for now, content to let you have your rest, combing his fingers gently through your hair that is kept silky soft to the touch.

Albedo hopes to spend more time with you like this.

But... he is rather restless this time around, for he still has an itch he needs to get rid of, one that involved a bunch of those foolish Treasure Hoarders who tried, and failed miserably, to capture you if only to force knowledge of “treasures” and “riches” that you may know of or hold... 

Of course, with Teyvat and the Archons as your defenders, there is quite literally no one in the world that could truly harm you. Even if they did try everything in their arsenal, they still have to get through the limitless numbers of monsters and the wandering armed men to truly have a chance to reach you.

That chance, obviously, was non-existent.

Albedo stops his restless shifting when you quietly groaned, your gaze blearily looking up at him as he makes an apologetic smile.

“Ah, did I wake you?”

“Not really... it’s just a bit cold.”

Ah... that shall not do. 

Albedo hums in acknowledgement, murmurs softly to you to give him a moment as he gently shifts your body off of him, making sure you are laid on the warm spot he left behind before fetching a few blankets.

By the time he crawled back in after wrapping you back up, you were already fast asleep.

He wants to take this chance to go finish his experiments... but he decided that they can wait... for any time spent with you is a rare moment he wants to savor as much as possible.

#self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #albedo x reader #sorry my good sir/madame #but my head is empty #so it might be crappy as hell #I have too much stuff in my drafts #b99 memes filling my brain to keep me entertained at work

[madametrashbin]

Just to let everyone know, yes... there's going to be more of this series. When is it coming? Uhh... (;; ._.)

I don't know, if Imma be honest... But, I'm already halfway done building up the plot and it's focused characters. It will take a while because I have like... 4-5 drafts in progress that I made during work because... very hungry.

After the Albedo ask that's been sitting in there for what seems to be a week or more, there's going to be one centered around food, as... a late celebration for one of my favorite animes running in it's second season. Wholesome food show, food looks great and I'm frigging hungry for both actual food and content.

And uh... that's it, for now?

Cosmos Crown

This took me forever, since I initially wanted to post this in my main acc until I realized it had about 8.5k posts in there and… yeah, this story was the reason I made a sideblog for my self-indulgent bullshit writing since they’ll get lost in the sea of memes and things I find interesting skjskjskjsksjksjskjskjs-

This piece is heavily inspired by a lot of other SAGAU writers who I’m rather lazy to name, if anything… it’s been weeks, and I nearly pulled an all-nighter for this (because my brain was dead set on finishing it and it’s 12am right now), lmao. I’m so dead on my feet but I’ll be damned if I don’t finish this after lord knows how long I’ve been working on this. 

Warning ahead that there is a huge divergent to the actual plot… which I think you’ll notice soon enough, haha.

(This fic is… long, surprisingly so but… it’s just my pet peeve of having super big paragraphs in a story that just– askdjasldj I don’t know how many words are there, but I’ve re-edited this entire story like a thousand times until it felt just right… I lost count of how many words each of them had lmao.)

Now off you guys go, enjoy yourselves and be sure that you’re fed, hydrated and well rested… don’t be stupid like me, okay? Okay. 

I’msofuckinganxiousaboutthisgoodgodIneverfeelconfidentaboutpostinganythingbecausetheytendtobeshitinmyhead.

Keep reading

#trash bin notes #don't worry folks #men are very involved #women too #monster stuff also #i need more lore gdi

[madametrashbin]

Cosmos Crown

This took me forever, since I initially wanted to post this in my main acc until I realized it had about 8.5k posts in there and... yeah, this story was the reason I made a sideblog for my self-indulgent bullshit writing since they’ll get lost in the sea of memes and things I find interesting skjskjskjsksjksjskjskjs-

This piece is heavily inspired by a lot of other SAGAU writers who I’m rather lazy to name, if anything... it’s been weeks, and I nearly pulled an all-nighter for this (because my brain was dead set on finishing it and it’s 12am right now), lmao. I’m so dead on my feet but I’ll be damned if I don’t finish this after lord knows how long I’ve been working on this. 

Warning ahead that there is a huge divergent to the actual plot... which I think you’ll notice soon enough, haha.

(This fic is... long, surprisingly so but... it’s just my pet peeve of having super big paragraphs in a story that just-- askdjasldj I don’t know how many words are there, but I’ve re-edited this entire story like a thousand times until it felt just right... I lost count of how many words each of them had lmao.)

Now off you guys go, enjoy yourselves and be sure that you’re fed, hydrated and well rested... don’t be stupid like me, okay? Okay. 

I’msofuckinganxiousaboutthisgoodgodIneverfeelconfidentaboutpostinganythingbecausetheytendtobeshitinmyhead.

They say their eyes are the stars above, always watching even behind the daylight skies that hide them from sight.

They say their body is made of stardust, the speckles of light that sometimes descend down like curious little fireflies and occasionally play along with the children who find them before they fade away.

They say their hearts are made of diamonds and gold, brilliant and forever dazzling the world below with its warm, gentle nature full of so much love.

That is what the Gods say when they speak of the Exalted existence that lies beyond all of their reaches... 

The God who stands above all, who is the reason for the world’s life and the reason they are all alive with what they have... they are all given a purpose because of them, and they are so very thankful for that purpose.

The divine all give their prayers in form of monuments of worship and formed traditions to celebrate their name.

The mortals give their prayers in form of little offerings, in their earnest desires to live their lives to the fullest... a blessing that was gifted to them before they were even born.

They are the God of Creation and Destruction. 

The God of Life and Death. 

The God of Peace and War. 

The God of Transience and Eternity.

They are everything to this world.

They mean everything to its inhabitants and the land itself... for all things begins and ends with them.

There is no one who grants more privileges than them, after all... and they are the ones who decide whether the worshippers are worthy or not. They are the judge to the sinners, the punisher to those who dare overstep their bounds from the place they stand.

The Gods have witnessed it.

The Gods have felt it.

The Gods have experienced it.

The divine of Teyvat have come to learn its lessons one way or another... be it a miracle that bears great gifts or through their deaths within their final moments. Many who are left to fall from grace come to learn that there are things you just cannot selfishly achieve, lest they end up invoking the ire of the Exalted One who will deliver what is deserved...

For the God above all loves everyone who understands their place in the world.

Decabarian loved the existence that lies beyond his reaches... who had earned the love of the people and the world unconditionally and had strived to acheive the same.

He wanted to be like them... to be loved and regarded greatly as one of the highest above all others, thus did he built his towers and walls if only to observe the fragile lives below that he strove to shelter from the ruthless blizzards outside.

The towers were built as a symbol of worship to the Exalted existence above as a way for him to convey his innermost feelings for them... it was his manner to show how much he appreciated them and the way they are viewed by all.

But was it truly his worship? Did he truly do all of this because he loved them and their gifts that gave him a reason to exist? Decabarian, although a powerful God, could not understand that the feelings he held for the Exalted One was not love... but one of envy that is fueled by his desires of vanity.

He envied the Exalted existence for how much everyone loved them even if no one has ever seen their face before... 

He envied the Exalted existence for how everyone looks up to them for guidance- for their acknowledgement and favor so they could strive for a wonderful future ahead.

Decabarian did not love the Exalted One as he would have believe... blinded by his own foolishness in his dreams that only benefitted himself.

The God of Storms did not understand what he did was the greatest of follies... for what he dreamt of was no more than to be the Exalted One.

...such a folly came with the price of his life, as he is felled by the swords and arrows of the rebellion, their forms graced with the shine of the stars. He comes to see his mistakes too late, his conceit and envy had overstepped the forbidden and unspoken line that all dare not to walk beyond of.

He realized in his death, looking to the silhouette of stardust that stands behind the rebellion of mortals, that the Exalted existence has always been watching and will always be watching no matter the weather that hides the stars from the eyes of the world.

For every life, mortal and divine, have the smallest glimmer of stardust in their veins, and therefore the God shall always witness even if the stars never shine.

Barbatos lived to grant the wish of the Bard’s desires to see the clear skies and for the birds to fly.. he lived to give the people the freedom they deserved, to make sure that history does not repeat itself. 

He also lived for the precious existence above, who blessed him and his comrades the power to overthrow the God of Storms, and gave him his power to let people experience freedom beyond the cage of storms and unforgiving blizzards.

He remains in the world until the day the nameless bard passes on, having lived out his life to the fullest and gifting him his lyre in the end... a special lyre that was made from the Exalted existence to give him power to inspire the rebellion with strength.

Barbatos called it the “Holy Lyre Der Himmel”, if only so it represented the one who gave it to them in the first place.

In the time before he went into a long sleep, he sang songs with his dear friend and helped create festivals that were formed to give thanks to the great Deity above who gave them strength to liberate themselves from the tyrant. He made sure that everything would remind everyone why Mondstadt was able to become what it was...

Because if the Exalted One had not stepped in, Decabarian’s reign would have been eternal, and Andrius would have continued to ruthlessly blanket the world outside the storm barrier in snow and ice... therefore, they would never have had the luxury of living freely like they do now.

So when Barbatos woke up again, and learnt of the tyranny by the hands of the nobles that had survived the harsh world outside that not only sullied the festivals made in their name, but also changed them to fit their own greediness... 

Naturally, what kind of worshipper would he be if he were to let that continue on?

So when his eyes catch the sight of stardust that hovers over the Muratan’s shoulders, he knew what he must do to ensure that history does not repeat for the third time.

Guizhong devoted herself to her studies, both in the name of the Exalted One who gave her life meaning, but also to help the humans thrive when they sought to expand their civilization.

When the Archon War broke out, Guizhong knew that she would not survive... for unlike Morax, who was gifted with incredible strength, she was gifted with intelligence... and while her wisdom far surpassed many, she knew that it will not be enough to keep her alive.

And when she is felled during a particularly rainy day, she had believed her time was up...

Yet the stars had shined brightly through the crowns, and the warring world had swiftly silenced itself... All who fought for the Seven seats do not move out of anticipation and fear as the form of stardust had appeared.

No one does anything but watch, and as Guizhong breathes for what she thought were her last breaths... an undeniable warmth spreads across her body, and the pain that she once felt with the chill of the cold rain is washed away like the summer breeze.

Her eyes open, and she stares into the stars.

She could not see the eyes nor the face, but she could tell from the close proximity that they were smiling... that they were seemingly proud of something... but for what?

As of this moment, she is only aware of the fact that the Exalted One has given her a second chance to live, and she’ll be damned if she throws it away too soon.

So, when they departed, disappearing in shimmering fireflies, she quickly returns to her friend’s side as he gifts her a sword of jade to fight... and the sword was imbued with stardust- with their power as she feels warmth flow into her veins once more...

She will not die, for if the God she loved and worshipped wholly had given her another chance... she would be a fool to toss it away so recklessly.

Morax counts himself fortunate.

Though he had lost many friends throughout the entire journey of his life, from the rise and fall of the Guili Assembly, to the growing change of the Liyue Harbor as humanity strives to be independent from the divine... He counts himself lucky, blessed to still have familiar faces of his best friends who were also just as fortunate as he was.

All thanks to the Exalted One that exists above, who allowed him to be a victor in the war while still have his friends by his side. 

Azhdaha, who could have been lost to his erosion, was gifted with special beads that helped keep himself together as damages to the ley lines continue. Such a bead as blue as the cloudy sky was so small yet held so much power... to keep such an erosion at bay, Morax had to wonder where such a thing came to be.

Guizhong, who could have been left to die at the Guili Plains, was given a second chance at life... not only was he allowed to finally gift her a sword he forged so she could protect herself better, but to continue experiencing life beside her as humans continue to grow and evolve with time...

Morax wondered, every now and again as he anticipates the miracles formed by the hands of stardust time and time again, of the limits the Exalted One’s power... It is admirable yet terrifying to know what they were able to do, yet he is all the more thankful for their kindness that he is able to keep what he has now.

(Although he somewhat wishes he could be just a little more knowledgeable so he could finally solve Guizhong’s puzzle... would their beloved God grant him something like that?)

Makoto looks over from where she stood in the Tenshukaku, looking over Inazuma as yet another quiet year has passed...

The incident of 500 years ago changed everything, for the Heavenly Principles had acted out to a budding nation where only humans thrived in their evolution with technology that was said to have surpassed that of the Gods... it is something that Makoto wants to avoid, for she does not wish for Inazuma to face the same fate as that human kingdom.

The day when that nation fell and when the darkness of the Abyss was finally quelled down to the point the sky could be seen once more, it had been the last day anyone had seen the Exalted One.

They did much, not only saving her life along with those of her friends, but also prevented a war to break out between the people of Watatsumi and her people... Orobashi currently residing in Watatsumi Island, is still rather on edge after the events of the Cataclysm... not that Makoto blames him.

Even so, with the fact that the Exalted existence has not appeared since the end of those events, she felt as though things will take a turn for the worst.

Her concerns were correct about it when the Cryo Archon had changed, yet she had not expected to be another cause of the change when someone unknown struck her from the darkness... Though death did not reach her, she could not find it in herself to reawaken for a very long time.

She worries for Inazuma... for her friends, and for Ei. 

Makoto sends her prayers to the stars beyond the heavens, hoping that her beloved God would hear her pleas for aide in these tense times.

Ei sits quietly within the top of Tenshukaku.

Another day the war continues between her people and that of Orobashi’s... another day without Makoto as her friends fight. She worries that she would finally lose them this time... with no God above to help them, what is to say that she won’t lose them now?

It’s not that she doubts the Exalted One’s strength, or the fact they might have died or abandoned them... but it’s been years since the Kingdom fell, and the world has been struggling with its monsters made from both man and the world itself.

She doesn’t know when Makoto would ever recover either, and with the war going on, she had no time to truly make prayers while she led the country without her sister’s aide. While she is safe with her Gnosis in the Narukami Shrine, protected by her dear friends who the Exalted One had saved, there was still the Cryo Archon’s meddlesome Fatui.

Without Makoto to deal with the governing affairs so foreign to her, Ei was at a loss for a long time.

When she was finally relieved from her duties, even for a short while, she finally took the time to make at least a prayer... a small hope for the Exalted existence to return to them and end the mess that became of this world since their disappearance 500 years ago.

She admits that she didn’t have expectations for it to be answered... that it would remain unheard like every other prayer she’s made since that day.

Whether it was by coincidence or not, all Ei could think of was her gratitude when the world was washed over and bathed in the familiar light of stardust... except the presence was more solid, and like a beacon amidst the darkness, called out to the world that sang along with that hum of warmth.

I am here.

I have returned.

And so Ei witness the world kneeling, all conflicts go silent as the stardust that painted the world in gentle light continues to bathe it until it disappears... but the presence that called to her like a beacon remains, and she comes to realize the meaning of those words thereafter.

You only remember how sudden it was.

You didn’t dwell too much on what had happened... but it was difficult to ever take in what had truly happened.

Death is a concept that you don’t ever think much about... being as young as you were, you didn’t even think about it. Education and work had taken most of the time in your head, and when did you did have time for yourself outside of that, you would play games until you were tired.

It just so happens that you enjoyed a certain game, very much that you felt a lot for its stories and the creatures created inside of it.

A shame that you never really got to spend at least one more day before your life had literally fell apart and changed...

For the best or worse, you don’t know.

But if there was a God out there, looking at you right now... you have a lot of questions to ask them. Honestly, dying was unexpected... but reincarnation in a familiar world, practically naked if you didn’t have that big white sheet of cloth covering your body like a big blanket...

Yeah, you have a lot of questions to ask.

Especially when you’re surrounded by familiar faces, both men and monster, kneeling right before you as though you were some sort of divine figure.

“Welcome back, Our Master.”

Your thoughts have all but vanquished by these words, with the singular sentence popping into your mind as great confusion washes over you while you awkwardly stood there with only a giant sheet of cloth covering your body as you stand in front of a crowd that seems to be numerous enough to match that of an empire.

What is this?

#self aware genshin #genshin cult stuff #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #I worked hard on this one #insecuritystronktho #but anyways- #this is that somebody lives/not everyone dies kind of fic #because this blog was made to be self-indulgent as hell #alskdjkalsdalkjsd #This is probably one of the few works I've ever taken seriously #although #the raiden twins got me stumped #not enough lore on Makoto #and also other gods and people in there #*wheezing noises* #thisissobadahahaha

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How about Kaeya for the AU? Kissing deep into the night, with the prince of Khaenri'ah

Afshdkaouwvsna I will fucking do it, but only because I was actually thinking about something like this during work minus the headcanons of what-ifs for characters. I’m a little iffy about them, but I do enjoy playing with ideas that could branch off into so many interesting paths that could possibly happen so I’m fine with this... as long as these sorts of things don’t happen too frequently. 

Y’all can still send something into the box, I don’t close it unless it gets excessive... just don’t make it an actual full-on request, because unless I state otherwise, I would most likely delete it since I don’t really follow people’s ideas to the T... also this particular ask has my weakness, so if you can correctly guess what it is, then kudos to you.

(Tumblr is still so confusing for me, but that might be the salt that lingers in my head after what my old man did to me... I never wanted to commit murder until now and I’m just- asdfhkjhgaolkljsd This is short as hell since I couldn’t think of anything else right now.)

Anyways, back to the WIP... rip my braincells after this.

His world was so cold before you came along into his life.

Whether as a manifestation made from stardust, or as your fragile mortal self, Kaeya had known not much love and warmth until you came and took him in as a part of your life so bright and divine.

Tonight was one of those nights he is reminded of how much it was a blessing to have you in his life... both as his God, as someone who he treasures more than anything in the world... and as someone who allowed his wretched existence to hold their beautifully bright heart in his stained hands.

Kaeya, right now, is rendered breathless from the way you gently held him... from the way you softly whisper praises so sweetly to him, and how you leave his skin burning at every little kiss you leave on his skin.

“Beautiful.”

He loses his breath again, dizzy from that look in your eyes that shines like the moon above the both of you. 

“My little Prince... so very beautiful.”

He cannot speak, for all his words are taken before he could utter a sound... the way your lips kiss his hands to his face, it felt so good... so good to be loved by you like this, to lose everything to you as you give him another tender kiss to his lips.

It’s an addicting feeling, the way your lips are so soft against his slightly dry pair and the way your warm hands cupped his cheeks to keep him still while you give him all the affection and praise he craved. He sighs into your lips again, melting further into you until his mind is no longer coherent of any intelligible thoughts about his fears and the future.

There’s just you, and he’s fine with that.

#self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #I should really do something about tags #but #kinda lazy about them #except for when I rant in here #also #I can never seem to get the right feel for the ending #ajlhdfkajhwdljkawd #I don't know if I went too far with this #I feel like I exposed myself here... #*nervously sweatdropping* #ahaha...

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You still want characters how about Xiao?

Ooh...! My sweet lil Yaksha boy! skjsksjjs I, uhh, my brain kinda melted on this because I didn’t know which idea to use. My brain is dying, not just from 2.2 but also Itto reveal is like- *wheeeeeeze*

I’m sorry, but like, Itto is a fucking himbo, radiates that energy and is canonically one from what I’ve read of the things that mentioned him in game... And I have a soft spot for himbo/bimbo/thembos so I kinda lost myself on Monday. (And the amount of content produced is astounding already, making me scream at myself to keep priorities for the future before I completely disregard that.)

But anyways, enough about that and uhh... have some Xiao food while I work on one last thing and then back into that wip.

Xiao lived to fight and protect the people of Liyue.

He fights to uphold the contract he made, to rid the world of its evils so people could live without worries and to ensure that incidents of the past do not repeat. That was all he had ever done, all he had ever known until you came around and everything feels different... his way of life so much more different.

Your hands beckon forth feelings within him that he never knew he was capable of having for as long as he lived... in both the darkness of the karmic debt, and in the light of the mortal world.

Your eyes look to him softly, and your touch burns his skin in a pleasant manner he grows to crave for. He does everything for you, for his life as he knew was all made to be yours... no one else could ever make him feel like this.

No one could ever make him feel so loved, so important, so fragile... but you.

And with your divine power, the karmic debt that linger forever in his life disappears as though it was just a fleeting nightmare... so how could he not love you for liberating him from that darkness? 

He could finally breathe, free from the pain as long as you are around, so...

“Don’t go.”

He says as you were preparing to get up from the bed so you could stretch your legs for the new day. The yaksha rarely makes pleas like this, and looking over to his sleepy figure after he spent the night in your room to get some well deserved rest under your orders, grabs your arm before you could leave.

“Please don’t go... not yet, Your Grace.”

His voice is groggy, the rasp very clear and the way his eyes look at you with such desperation... you couldn’t refuse him.

He looked so cute like that anyways, so you shifted back until he could wrap his arms around your waist and lay his head by your side while you remained sitting up against the headboard with your hands gently carding through his messy dark hair that quickly eases the tension from his body and allow him to fall back to sleep.

You remain in the same position for the next couple of hours before he is aware, and while your legs are rather numb from not moving for so long, seeing your little Yaksha well-rested and looking much better than the day before was worth it.

You tease him quietly once he was lucid enough to think properly, his face now left red from how bold he was in his half-asleep state and spent the next hour profusely apologizing to you. It took a while for you to get him to stop, telling him you didn’t mind even if your legs were numb that time.

Although Xiao remains embarrassed by that moment, a part of him was happy for being so close to you... that small part of him wishes to do it again, as long as you would allow him to stay by your side and sate his desire for your gentle touch that soothes his pain away.

...of course, he’s still embarrassed by how he acted, so he’s most likely not going to do something like that in a while.

#self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #xiao x reader #well the wip is taking a lot of my time #but also because work is taking up my energy #now that I'm off work #time to get playing and writing #I'm dreading 2.2 because my primos will never recover after that #and 2.3 will be the death of me #*nervously laughing while looking at my wallet*

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gorou

Ooh, Gorou! Definitely someone to think about... an absolutely puppy and I’m going to dial that to the max. Am I going to get his characterization right? Uhh... probably not. 

I have like, two more asks to go, and I’m working on this singular piece that’s been taking up most of my attention asdfkjhgsdh... I don’t know if you’ll like the incoming piece, but I’ll definitely admit that it is long and p r e t t y ambitious...?? Whatever, so anyways----

The character suggestions are definitely going to be shorter than my usual works, and this one might be shorter because I don’t feel like I know Gorou properly enough since all my brain can think is Puppy... and Tumblr messing with me by repeatedly sending notifications to my phone that I’ve already seen like s t o p Tumblr please I get it---

Watatsumi Island is quiet, but you don’t really mind it all that much.

The scenery is nice outside, and you do enjoy the feel of this place. Narukami Island with its maple trees and sakura blooms are nice and all, but the ocean life aesthetic is just as wonderful... flying jellyfishes were especially pretty to watch floating up into the air.

Not to mention your favorite person is here, who currently is burying his face on your stomach while you were idly petting his head.

Gorou is adorable like this, always seeking you for attention and praise from you and honestly... how could you say no to those puppy eyes? Plus his joy is infectious, you can’t really not smile when he looks so happy to see you everytime you do drop by to visit Watatsumi Island. While he can be a little... wild when it comes to your safety, he’s pretty easy to calm down by just holding his hand or softly whispering while you pet his head.

He melts every time and simply directs all his attention towards you afterwards, while the cause of his aggression was backing away from fear... whether it was because of his more wilder protective side, or how easily you took control of his mood and whisked his attention away in a blink of an eye- well... 

That’s something no one will know since the offender is found dead with suspiciously wet arrows on their back the next morning. 

“Your Grace?”

You hummed in response, and turned your gaze back into his own wide ones, his arms still wrapped around your waist as he speaks.

“How long will you be staying?”

“Hmm... for another week, if nothing requires my attention. The Moonchase event is starting in a week of time, which I cannot miss.”

He makes a quiet noise, something akin to a noise of disappointment knowing you aren’t going to be staying for too long... but then again, a week is just enough time to show you some places he found that might interest you or that you might like.

“Alright...”

“I’ll be back when the festival ends, don’t worry.”

Hearing your promise is enough to allow him to relax after that, and spending another good hour basking under the warm summer afternoon, he finally moves to stand and holds out a hand to help you stand.

There’s still much daylight left to enjoy after all, and still enough days to spend with each other until you had to go elsewhere for a while.

...that’s okay though, because Gorou will wait for you as long as he needs to, and he can wait for a very long time. 

#self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #gorou x reader #I honestly don't know what I was doing here #I don't like how I ended theseeeeee #I just wanted some fluff done #I seek softness #But also because the fic I'm working on is taking up so much time #I genuinely hope it'll be okay though #Because I've rarely put that much effort into something that was but a thought

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Forsaken

Woke up and decided to choose violence today while I spitefully fish for Purple Shirakodai, Bettas and Venomous Spines that never fucking appears in their spots... starting to lose my shit if I see one more Medaka of any kind flood the entire fishing spots because I already have hundreds of each and refuse to make them into fishes because I suck at math skjsksjsj.

TumblrisalsoveryconfusinglikewhyisMobilesomucheasiertousewhenitcomestofollowsandallbutshitatPostmakingwhilePCistheoppositeofit---

Wisty and her anons+followers have driven me insane I cannot help but need to get this done asdfakfjakjf... so people, go thank @wisteriaisekai and her legion for this piece where I pour every fiber of my aggression and frustration into this.

Yeah, we’re going Villain!Reader for Cult!AU today. >:D

(This is shorter, mostly because I fear I might go too far with this lmao so I gotta keep myself in control y’know... ahahaha. Endmethisissobaaaaaad--)

Once, you loved this world when it was just a game to you.

You loved everything it had, from the world to its people... to the stories that gave it life to the little gems you found among interactions within events and quests...

That was something you once held for this world. 

That was all but a distant dream now, and you’ve forgotten how to feel that love again... your body hurts eternally from the pain caused to you by the abuse you faced when you first woke up in this world.

You could barely remember how it began, but you remembered that you just wanted to find a way home and thought that someone in the cities could help you... What a fool you were then, thinking that they’d be as kind to you as they were when the traveler first came to present Teyvat and started their journey with Mondstadt.

“Your Grace.”

Speaking of the Outlander, you turn your head away from the sight of the forgotten civilization being rebuilt by your command, letting your gaze that lost most of its luster for life and warmth for people rest upon the Traveler- Travelers in gold.

"What is it?”

“The... nuisances are being bothersome again, seeking for your attention.”

You do not speak after that, merely making a hum of acknowledgement that lets them know you’ve heard them before turning away to continue looking down at the rebuilding in silence again... the phantom pains linger ever more, keeping the resentment within you to burn until the day comes when this once forsaken kingdom is at last rebuilt.

“Are you alright, Your Grace?”

Were you alright? Probably not.

It still hurts... the memories of death still fresh in your mind, the cruelty you were met with every single time you stepped close to a human civilization could never be forgotten... “Punishments” laid down onto you by the Archons and the Vision Bearers still fresh in your memories, the only lingering scar was that pierced flesh that remained from your first death that glows with the color of spring green...

You could never forget what broke your naive dream, that hope to make friends while you were searching for a way home ruthlessly shattered by people who called you a fraud of your own self... who claimed to know you better than yourself without ever letting you a moment to speak.

(The twins could see the dark look crossing your face, and knew then they couldn’t stay any longer lest they accidentally ignite your temper... so quietly, they back out of your room, and made sure to get rid of the troublemakers themselves knowing that was what you’d want.)

A hand to where the dimly lit scar sits, the mark of the beginning of hell that you had been forced to lived through until you could no longer take it. A mark you hated with every fiber of your being, as memories of your past self keeps replaying in your head... and those hopes and dreams that once existed within you being repeatedly crushed until not even dust remains.

You would have laughed at how absurd you were then, of the fools you once felt something for, but you lost the ability to be human when your heart lost itself into the grief and resentment of losing both home and the tranquility of a calm soul.

All that was left after too much abuse and accusations was the cold flame of your hatred for all the things this world stood for... and you will never speak to everyone who did you wrong, for they stripped themselves of your grace the moment the first blow was dealt to you and brought forth eternal pain.

Even if they all beg and crawl at your feet like pathetic beggars for forgiveness, you will never look at them the same, let along acknowledge they exist for as long as you exist...

They attacked you first without giving you a chance, so it was only natural that you in turn would forsaken them of any chance to ever be close to you again.

Khaenri’ah will live again with you being there as their protector and Ruler... 

But no more could you go home with this scar in your heart binding you to this world. You’ll just live how you wish, making use of that privilege you never knew you had until the day came when you would depart from this world... and when that would be, you won’t ever know nor care to find out.

You stopped feeling much concern for yourself after you lost your humanity, after all... and it was all their fault. 

#self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #give power to the victim and let's see everyone cry #villain god reader coming through ppl #choosing violence today #is this considered angsty? #idk but it seems kinda angsty #aggression projection #I just want to get the fishing rods and be done with #why is my rng so bad on anything that's not the character banner #also #Wisty your blog is driving me into a frenzy #I'm kermit typing like a mad man #THE MOTIVATION #powerful for today #back into a coma I gooooo #because I don't like this at all #crying at myself