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ildottre · 7 months

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~Fun little facts n HCs bc silly scientist lives in my head rent free~

~Prime is. Very awkward when not being threatening or cold. Could probably try to have a conversation and he'd be mostly quiet because 'how the heck do you talk normally to others' like. Man has very little social skills

~He absolutely has a favorite segment. It's probably just Lazzo bc most respectful and doesn't try to bother much, he absolutely has less favorite segments. Web is most certainly a less favorite due to how impatient and chaotic he can be

~Web and Uta are like cats to him. Bitey bastards, can be affectionate, also no matches allowed near n needs to be supervised sometimes. I Will Not Elaborate

~Is actually a fan of sweet things. To a certain extent. He'll act like he doesn't but would totally be able to bribe to be silent, if need be. Especially if against other certain harbingers lol

~Would be an awful parent at first. Dude would not be good at it at first, honestly. Is not the best with children in general. Because they're very young, can be fragile in a sense, can get hurt easily, and he also just has no experience. I do not recommend leaving him alone with a child for more than like,,maybe 15 minutes at the most. Man does not know what he's doing 💀

~On that note, he does kind of like / tolerate children. Mostly tolerates. Might not have his own, at least not for a very good while and potentially with a partner, but he doesn't exactly hate them per se. Just doesn't care much unless it personally involves himself somehow. Connections with people are difficult rip

~Would probably adopt if given sufficient time with whichever child or children. That child will be protected in that case

~Has and will bonk someone. Particularly the segments. ESPECIALLY Web, get bonked. No biting, menaces. On that note also, he's used to being bitten by certain segments to which he'll deal w it, but he'd be taken aback if anyone else did it cause what the hell, what possessed anyone to bite him. Also be prepared for many questions while he tries to figure out what compelled that reaction

->Tastes similar to like chemicals and/or medicinal related things since he's always so in his lab, I do not recommend biting him it would not taste very good

~Can speak different languages. Just usually doesn't unless needed. Does not see much of a point in it and therefore will not often speak in other languages. It still happens at times, he just doesn't often consciously do it

~Adding into that: he resorts to swearing in Sumeruen (?? I forgor how to spell it he l p-) when just that frustrated, as it is his native tongue. It just happens, would not translate it if asked

~Has kind of decent relations with other harbingers + Fatui. Mostly just with Columbina, maybe w Capitano and/or potentially the others. Does not have very good relations w Pantalone apart from being a business partner cause Web kinda,,bit the banker n sort messed w rep so fun moments. Absolutely would toss Childe too, not too fond but is interesting kind of, so that gets a pass.

->Would probably have a more professional-type relationship with Arlecchino and probably the others otherwise

~Literally would not listen to people often. He doesn't care for other's opinions, because most people he probably won't have contact with later afterwards, unless Fatui or unless required + frequent. People are usually too afraid so dude does not care about their opinions very much. Would most certainly listen to The Tsaritsa and Pierro, tho. Just not like random citizens n people he won't ever see again

->Those two are very well respected. Like a deep kind of respect. Safe to say, if given an order by either, it will get taken seriously and not much will stop him. Not even another harbinger.

~Dude is not good at feelings, affection or the like. How do you feel things. Sigh. He will melt if given positive attention though, particularly if close to peraon doing it, so have fun with that info

~Can and will rant to whoever will actually listen. Which will either consist of the annoying things in his day, to some interests or some overviews on experiments he did earlier/has planned. Other times he's just completely silent but very much listening. Silence is welcome and so is talking

~Quality time is nice n he'll try to spend time with those he cares about <3 it can get hectic and may have to be rescheduled if something comes up, but he'll certainly try to make up for it.

~Insomniac. He does not often sleep, but on the off chance he does, he'll be out for a while

Will add onto this if any more thoughts lol

#~ behind the scenes 🎭🍷 「 ooc 」#~ HCs :3

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adiluv · 1 year

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♡ CALLING CARD. ˚⊹꒷

﹕₊˚ʚ♟️ɞ・[summary ─ wc] you're almost ready to escape childe - once and for all. a shame, really, that you think you've outsmarted him; ─ 2313.

﹕₊˚ʚ🍷ɞ・[warnings] yandere character [mentions of kidnapping, implied stalking, blackmail?], reader isn’t traveler, possibly ooc [not up to date with genshin], not edited/proofread.

﹕₊˚ʚ🖤ɞ・[adi moment] decided to get back into writing by messing with childe! he doesn't officially appear, and i had to scrap a scene that just wasn't working, but i do still hope you enjoy this! depending on how this does, i might try and rework the scene and post it separately! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

also, just as a note, i don't support yandere behavior in real life! please don't take this oneshot as a justification for any of the actions that childe takes.

You had already gone as far as your legs could take you. Your muscles burned, leaving you struggling as you navigated through the dense woods of Snezhnaya. The bitter cold bit through your thin clothing and threatened to steal the breath out of your very lungs, though the coursing adrenaline pumping through your veins would give you the much needed warmth to press further.

Even still, you could hear the heavy footsteps of your pursuer behind you, hear the way his laughs echoed through the space around you, leaving you completely defenseless. How he cackled at your futile attempt of escape, how he giggled at the thrill of the chase - as though he was nothing but a hunter chasing his prey.

It haunted you mercilessly, causing a shrill scream to bubble up in your throat. You held it there, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of your fear. The sweat pouring down your face would rapidly cool in the frigid environment, falling into your eyes and burning them. You tripped countlessly over branches and roots in your panic, only allowing his footsteps to get closer to you.

You’d almost fallen flat on your face before feeling Childe’s arms wrap around your waist, hoisting you up into the air as you attempted to struggle within his grip. He squeezed, sending a surge of pain through your body. You choked and sputtered whilst trying to catch your breath, leaving tears welling up in your eyes and saliva dripping down your chin as you gasped. Although your back was turned to him, you could practically hear the mocking smile in his tone. Just one word, yet still enough to make you regret even being born.

“Gotcha.”

Your eyes shot open immediately, leaving you staring up at the worn out ceiling on your home. The sound of… something… dripping and the scratchy feeling of your blanket were quickly able to ground you back to reality, leaving your heart pumping in your chest as your senses returned.

Just a dream. You were fine, and safe.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you looked outside to see the sun peeking its bright head into the sky, signifying that it was almost about time for you to get out of bed. Convenient, since you wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep again, regardless. Slowly crawling out from the safety of your bed, you did your best to stumble through your morning routine. The shaking of your legs and flaring of your paranoia inconvenienced you, but you could still manage - luckily so.

Breakfast was skipped after prodding at it for a bit too long, your appetite was ruined from your nightmare, though you tried not to let it interfere too much with your day. And sure, you did pile on a few extra layers, but that had nothing to do with it. Really! It was… just extra chilly that morning.

After marking off another day on your calendar and checking your mora stash (hidden away - you weren’t totally naive), you exited your small apartment and pushed the fear from your mind as you stepped out. The residents of the small town, who were usually already up and about by this time, were chatting with each other and paid you no mind as you wove around them - something you weren’t quite offended by. It was an improvement from when you had first stumbled into the place a month ago, and it wasn’t something that would matter in a few days' time. After all, you almost had enough to make your way down to the harbor.

Your plan had already been established ahead of time, with you wanting to spend no more time than necessary within the snowy nation, and you looked forward to never seeing the Fatui again. You’d board the first ship down to Mondstat, and live out a calm and peaceful life within its capital city - protected by the Knights of Favonius, who were luckily apprehensive of the other nation’s plans. It was worth the long hours and multiple jobs, and worth the exhaustion that wracked your frame by the time the night fell. Frankly, you felt that you’d only feel more accomplished to get out of his grasp.

Entering the - quite honestly - claustrophobic post office, you quickly greeted the worker at the front desk before grabbing your satchel and cap. He was a few years your senior, and he always seemed annoyed at the little pay he got for his work. You supposed you couldn’t quite blame him, though, considering how many jobs you had to work every day. Quickly flipping through your newspaper for any mentions of the Fatui (there was none, wonderfully), you stepped outside and started on your usual path.

The village was small enough to allow you to walk, and it served as a good warm-up for some of your more intensive jobs later on. (No way you were going to let yourself deal with another pulled muscle like your first one. You shuddered a little bit at the thought. You couldn’t even walk.)

Some residents would be kind enough to thank you for your delivery, while others would take the paper without much of a word towards your existence. Some would watch you leave it on their doorstep, and you constantly found yourself questioning why they seemed so afraid of you. Even just chalking it up to the night of your entrance, you’d liked to have hoped you’d cleaned up well.

You wonder if their opinions would change if they knew the full context of your arrival. One of their Harbingers, who they’re oh so loyal to… holding a random person against their will, stealing them away from their home, chasing them down through the woods. It was hard to imagine that they’d even believe it (you wouldn’t, either), but it would cause quite the stir if they did.

With your last delivery finally being completed, you make your way back to the post office and clock out, leaving you with some time to spare before it’s time to depart for your next job. Although the weather is relatively warm (by Snezhnayan standards, that is), you decide to take a quick detour to your home and brew yourself a cup of tea. Not only had your appetite made a slight return, but it would give you some extra warmth into the evening hours. A win-win situation, essentially, and one that you would make good use of.

Strangely enough, the door to your apartment was left unlocked, a mistake you’d sworn you hadn’t made in a long time. Even though you had more than a valid reason to trust there was no foul play (the place was so small that a thief would be sniffed out practically immediately), it sent a shiver of fear running up your spine as you entered. Nothing seemed out of place, though, so you assumed the nightmare just left you a little shaken. That had to be it, anyway.

Without wasting any more of your freetime, you quickly set out to make your tea, soon finding yourself sitting comfortably on your bed with the warm mug in your hands. You stared at one of the corners in your room, which held some belongings that you had already started to pack, and felt your mind start to wander. The nightmare from earlier hung over your tired form, and it seemed that it would continue to do so for the rest of the day.

It felt… weird, to say the least. That he would so easily snatch you up from your home, and just as easily let you get away from him. Sure, he did get you to make a promise to him, but you could’ve easily lied about it. He was a member of the Fatui - a Harbinger, one of the most powerful people within his nation - would he really be that naive? The more that you thought about it, the less sense it had seemed to make. But your tea was finished, and your next job awaited, so you put the mug in the sink and made your way back to the door.

Your eyebags felt even deeper as you left for the baker’s shop, and you prayed that the next few shifts would take your mind off of things.

The night is soon to fall at your final job, bringing with it cooler temperatures and a light flurry of snow. Cold sweat clamps to your body and soaks portions of your clothing as you finish cutting some wood, and your muscles practically sigh in relief when the axe is returned to storage.

Stepping back outside, you find one of your coworkers building up a fire with her pyro vision - doing small tricks to entertain your boss and a few others as they wait. You stand farthest away from the group, and she gives you a faint smile as she tosses in a few more spare twigs. The gesture causes you to warm up slightly, though something tells you it’s not just from the fire. You’d miss her - just a little bit - when you’d leave, but that was just how life was. At least, for the time that you’d be here, her kindness would make the labor slightly more bearable.

Grabbing a small bag of mora from your boss, you rush home, eager to wash up and call it a night.

Except you… don’t get to call it a night. Nor do you even get to properly wash up.

Because when you finally make it back to your apartment and open the door, you’re instantly greeted with a sight that makes your legs weak.

The entire apartment is torn to shreds, with furniture broken into pieces and your walls being covered with scratches and holes, leaving the inner structure of the building free for you to see. The damage is extensive, both wild and calculated at the same time. As if to add more to the disturbing scene in front of you, a plank of wood breaks off from the ceiling and loudly crashes onto the floor, sending you jumping back on instinct as layers of dust float back into the air. Some specks manage to get into your eyes, leaving them irritated and itchy.

Save from all of the damage and debris littering the apartment, most of your belongings have magically disappeared. The most obvious detail is the lack of your suitcase in the corner, but soon you notice even the drawer compartments on the floor have become mysteriously empty. The only thing left nearly remotely intact (save for the damage on the frame) was your bed, which had a long piece of fabric draped over it. Eyes darting in all directions, you force yourself to walk over and inspect it. The floorboards creak under your weight, and each step has you looking behind your back to make sure you were alone.

About halfway there, you realized that the long piece of fabric had actually been a coat, partially folded to obscure its true size. About three-quarters of the way there, and you realize that a particular design looks… strangely familiar. Standing in front of it, you slowly pulled it into your hands and lifted it up, allowing its fold to fall away as you gazed at its full length. A full, thick, and heavy fur coat - somehow perfectly tailored to your size - and clearly made out of materials too luxurious to be from the village. It made sense, though, once the familiar design choice managed to click in your head - leaving you wishing that you took your dream as a prophecy. Because it perfectly mimicked the design of Childe’s fur coat.

You instantly dropped the coat, sneezing and coughing at the new layer of dust in the air. You stumbled backwards, and a deep pit formed at the bottom of your stomach. It had been perfectly tailored for your body, and you weren’t sure if he took your measurements whilst you were still in his care or if he had managed to break into your apartment and take them during the past few weeks. With him, it wouldn’t have been that shocking either way. Suddenly, your eyes widened. Was that why your door was left open earlier, even when you had locked it before?

For a moment, your legs seemed to forget how to stand, sending you tumbling onto the floor in a daze. Your paycheck, which had been safely stored within one of your pockets, fell out, sending mora rolling on the floor and away from you. It seemed to awaken a bit of logic inside of you, and with a quiet realization you shot up to run to your money’s hiding place. Tucked inside of one of the oldest floorboards, which you had found was easy to take on and off with a slight bit of force.

Even with all of your belongings missing, you could still try and make a rapid dash to the harbor and hope that some poor souls took pity on you. That would’ve been a rather good plan, considering the circumstances, but pulling off the board revealed nothing but an empty space - save for a sleek, black card sitting where a bag of mora should’ve been.

Gently reaching in and pulling it out, you found a professional looking Fatui motif glimmering in the dim lighting. Everything about it seemed to hold a professional quality, and the writing on its backside only seemed to match that air. You recognized it in an instant, the way it's crafted, methodical strokes clashed with the person it came from. Simple words, as if he was impatient.

“Edge of town, tonight. Bring yourself, that coat, and nothing more.” And, sitting in the bottom corner, next to a small heart, “Missed you, sweetheart.”

You didn’t even know you were crying until your tears hit the card’s matte surface.

#꒰📍꒱﹕my writing ⋆#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin impact oneshots #genshin childe #childe #childe x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere childe #yandere childe x reader

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dusksfm · 2 years

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this weekend will be the first of MANY upcoming meme weekends ! in order to participate , pls TAG YOURSELF ( DO NOT REBLOG ) in the comments and if you see any characters tagged , pls be sure to send memes as well ! you may choose from one ( or more ) of the following to send to people . questions may be sent all weekend and answered at player’s convience .

HONESTY WEEKEND

with messages sent , your character MUST answer anything honestly , but this information cannot be used in game and will only be used ooc ( ie. as headcanons , for plotting , etc. )

more will be under the cut !

♥️ Greek Words for Love Ask Game 🌹

♥️ Philautia - What does your character like the most about themselves? Yes, they have to choose at least one thing, or more! Is there any reasoning behind what they chose?

🍿 Ludus - Who does your character turn to when they want to have a good time? What would they do with this person to have fun?

⚡ Mania - What/who does your character love a little too much? Why?

🌻 Philia - Who is your character's most beloved friend? How did they meet? Why is this person so important to your character?

🍑 Eros - What physical aspect of another person does your character love the most? What physical aspect would innitially draw your character to a person?

🌲 Pragma - During the last scene you wrote/thought of with your character, who have they loved the longest? By the time they pass on, does that person change?

🏡 Storge - Who does your character consider family? Which of their family do they love the most? Why?

🌏 Agape - What does your character love about the people around them? What common, positive trait does their friend group/family share?

✧ — ⋆ 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

SOCIAL MEDIA PROMPTS .

send 📘 for a facebook status about your muse

send 👻 for a snapchat from my muse

send 🐦 for a tweet about your muse

send 📸 for an instagram post about your muse

TEXTING PROMPTS .

send 🍷 for a drunk text from my muse

send 😳 for an embarrassing text from my muse

send 💋 for a flirty text from my muse

send 😱 for a scared text from my muse

send ✨ for a random text from my muse

send 😡 for an angry text from my muse

send 😬 for a worried text from my muse

send 😢 for a sad text from my muse

send 😁 for a happy text from my muse

send 💕 for a loving text from my muse

in the hour of need

from the injured.

“ i didn’t know where else to go… ”

“ whatever you’ve been told about me, whatever you’ve heard or seen or listened to… none of it’s true. ”

“ at least i have you to look after me, eh? ”

“ would you believe me if i said i got all these injuries by slipping in the rain? ”

“ i’m sorry… i know this isn’t what you signed up for. ”

“ you’re the only one i can trust. ”

“ do you believe what they’re saying about me? ”

“ aren’t you going to say i told you so? ”

“ i am grateful, you know. for everything you’ve ever done for me… i notice. and i see you. and i’ve never thanked you properly before, so… thank you. ”

“ i know i must be the last person you expected to see tonight, but… i’m afraid i have nowhere else to turn to. ”

“ thank you for not asking questions. ”

“ i know you have no reason to believe me, much less to trust me, but… i promise you. i swear to you, i am being set up. ”

“ you know, you’d make a nice profit if you turned this place into a safehouse. ”

“ why are you helping me? ”

“ why the hell did you open your door for me if you’re so angry at me?! ”

to the injured.

“ quickly, get in before anyone sees you… ”

“ you came to the right place. hurry, get in… ”

“ what the hell happened to you!? ”

“ are you going to tell me what happened to you tonight? ”

“ i assume that the rumors surrounding you are all false and unrelated to why you’re bleeding out on my sofa? ”

“ do you honestly expect me to just forget about the past so i can bandage you up? ”

“ you don’t need to thank me. you’d fix me up if i came to your door with this much trouble, too. ”

“ regardless of everything you’ve said and done in the past, there isn’t a single part of me that wouldn’t open the door when you’re knocking on it. ”

“ we can talk in the morning. for now, you need to rest. ”

“ i found you unconscious on my doorstep. ”

“ oh, i get it. i can stitch you up and let you get blood all over my bed sheets until the cows come home, but heaven forbid i start to ask questions about why you’re bleeding in the first place. ”

“ things must be really bad if you’re trying to say i was your best chance at being helped. ”

“ don’t be stupid. you’re not going anywhere. come on, back into bed… ”

“ i called in sick. we have the whole day to figure out what your next moves are going to be. ”

“ good! you’re awake. i was beginning to worry… ”

“ you’re not allowed to die in my bedroom. the rumours would never stop… ”

“ perhaps we ought to let bygones be bygones. until i’m confident that you’re not going to die on my sofa, that is. ”

“ it’s a bit late to worry about dragging me into your mess, don’t you think? ”

“ you know why i opened that door… ”

ACTIONS.

[ BANDAGE ]: sender gently begins to bandage receiver’s wounds.

[ BED ]: sender guides receiver into bed, tucking them in and taking a seat by their bedside.

[ FEVER ]: having noticed the receiver beginning to spike a fever, sender presses a cool cloth to their forehead to try and bring it down.

[ CLOTHES ]: after tending to the receiver’s wounds, sender brings them fresh clean clothes to change into.

[ FOOD ]: after ensuring the receiver is safe and stable, sender brings them out a plate of food.

[ BATH ]: sender runs the recently-cared-for receiver a hot bath.

[ WAIT ]: aftering tending to the receiver’s injuries, sender takes a seat across for them, and patiently waits for them to start explaining what happened.

[ CATCH ]: noticing the receiver beginning to collapse on their doorstep, sender hastily catches them and brings them inside.

[ KISS ]: sender, after being cared for by the receiver, breaks the tension that’s been building since they walked through the door, and pulls them in for a kiss.

[ HOLD ]: having been bandaged and cared for by the receiver, sender unexpectedly reaches out to take their hand and hold it in a quiet, sincere gesture of gratitude.

#meme weekend.

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