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gothhabiba · 1 year

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hi i just saw some of ur posts on anti-psychiatry and then kept reading more on ur blog about what it is. for the most part i agree with what you've said about how capitalism uses psychiatry to designate people who are bad/abnormal and how it aligns itself w/ misogyny, racism, and so on. with that said i think i have some similar concerns/questions as another asker about what this means for those who do/would suffer even in a non-capitalist society, even if we didn't ascribe a specific label to X symptoms. if we are opposed to psychiatry, what are the options for people today who are suffering and want help? are you opposed to psychopharmaceuticals and therapy? i dont mean to ask this in a confrontational/accusatory way, i'm just new to this and genuinely curious

There are a few different parts to your question & so there are a few different angles to approach it from—

are you opposed to psychopharmaceuticals and therapy?

If this means "are anti-psych writers and activists opposed to individuals seeking treatment that they personally find helpful," then, no—a couple posts in my psychiatry tag do clarify this.

If it means "are there anti-psych critiques of psychopharmaceuticals and therapy," then, yes. Keep in mind that I'm not a neurobiologist or otherwise an expert on medications marketed as treatments for mental illnesses, but:

The evidence for the effectiveness of SSRIs in particular is sort of non-existent—even many psychiatrists who promote the biomedical model of mental illness doubt their efficacy, and refer to the "chemical imbalance" theory that enforces their usage as "an outmoded way of thinking" or "a kind of urban legend—never a theory seriously propounded by well-informed psychiatrists." But promoting SSRIs (and corresponding "serotonin deficiency" theory of depression, despite the fact that no solid evidence links depression to low serotonin) is very profitable for pharmaceutical companies. Despite the fact that direct-to-consumer advertisements are nominally regulated in the U.S., the FDA doesn't challenge these claims.

Other psychotropic drugs, such as "antipsychotics" or "antianxiety" medication, shouldn't really be called e.g. "antipsychotics" as if they specifically targeted the biological source of psychosis. No biological cause of any specific psychiatric diagnosis has been found (p. 851, section 5.1). In fact, rather than "act[ing] against neurochemical substrates of disorders or symptoms," these medications "produc[e] altered, drug induced states"—but despite the fact that they "produce global alterations in brain functioning," they are marketed as if they had "specific efficacy in reducing psychotic symptoms." Reactions to these medications that don't have to do with psychosis or anxiety (blunted affect, akathisia) are dismissed as "side effects," as though they don't arise from the same global alteration in brain function that produces the "desirable" antianxiety/antipsychotic effect. This doesn't mean "psychiatric medication turns you into a zombie so you shouldn't take it"—it means that these medications should be marketed honestly, as things that alter brain function as a whole, rather than marketed as if they target specific symptoms in a way that they cannot do, in accordance with a biomedical model of mental illness the accuracy of which has never been substantiated.

Psychiatrised people also point out that meds are used as a tool for furthering and maintaining psychiatrists' control: meds that patients are hesitant about or do not want are pushed on them, while patients who desire medication are "drug-seeking" or trying to take on the role of clinician or something and will routinely be denied care. Psychiatrised people who refuse medications are "noncompliant" and prone to psychiatric incarceration, re-incarceration, or continued/lengthened incarceration.

As for therapy: there are critiques of certain therapies (e.g. CBT, DBT) as unhelpful, status-quo-enforcing, forcing compliance, retraumatising &c. There are also critiques of therapy as representing a capitalist outsourcing of emotional closeness and emotional work away from community systems that people largely don't have in place; therapy as existing within a psychiatric system that constrains how therapists, however well-intentioned, are able to behave (e.g. mandatory reporting laws); psychotherapy forced on psychiatrised people as a matter of state control; therapists as being in a dangerous amount of power over psychiatrised people and being hailed as neutral despite the fact that their emotions and politics can and do get in the way of them being helpful. The wealth divide in terms of access to therapy is also commonly talked about; insurance (in the U.S.) or the NHS (in England) may only pay for pre-formulated group workbook types of therapy such as DBT, while more long-form, free-form, relationship-focused talk therapy may only be accessible to those who can pay 100-something an hour for it.

None of these critiques make it unethical or something for someone to get treatment that they find helpful. It's also worth noting that some of these critiques may be coming from "anti-psych" people who criticise the sources of psychiatric power, and some of them may come from people who think of themselves as advocating for reform of some of the most egregious effects of psychiatric power.

if we are opposed to psychiatry, what are the options for people today who are suffering and want help?

This looks like a few different things at a few different levels. At its most narrow and individual, it involves opting out of and resisting calls for psychiatrisation and involuntary institutionalisation of individuals—not calling the cops on people who are acting strange in public, breaking mandatory reporting laws and guidelines where we think them likely to cause harm. It involves sharing information—information about antipsychiatry critiques of psychiatric institutions, advice about how to manage therapists' and psychiatrists' egos, advice about which psychiatrists to avoid—so that people do not blame themselves if they find their encounters with psychiatry unhelpful or traumatising.

At the most broad, it's the same question as the question of how to build dual power and resist the power of capitalism writ large—building communal structures that present meaningful alternatives to psychiatry as an institution. I think there's much to be learned here from prison abolitionists and from popular movements that seek to protect people from deportation. You might also look into R. D. Laing's Kingsley Hall experiment.

what does this mean for those who would suffer even in a non-capitalist society, even if we didn't ascribe a specific label to X symptoms?

It means that people need access to honest, reliable information about what psychotropic medications do, and the right to chuse whether or not to take these medications without the threat of a psychiatrist pulling a lever that immediately restricts or removes their autonomy. It means that people need to be connected to each other in communities with planned, free resources that ensure that everyone, including severely disabled people whom no one particularly likes as individuals, has access to basic resources. It means that people need to be free to make their own choices regarding their minds and their health, even if other people may view those decisions as disastrous. There is simply no defensible way to revoke people's basic autonomy on the basis of "mental illness" (here I'm not talking about e.g. prison abolitionist rehabilitative justice types of things, which must restrict autonomy to be effective).

Also, I've mostly left the idea of who this would actually be untouched, since my central argument ("psychiatry as it currently exists is part of the biomedical arm of capitalism and the state, and the epistemologies it produces and employs and the power it exerts are thus in the service of capitalism and the state") doesn't really rest on delineating who would and wouldn't suffer from whatever mental differences they have regardless of what society they're in. But it's worth mentioning that the category of "people who are going to suffer (to whatever degree) no matter what" may be narrower than some would think—psychosis, for instance, is sometimes experienced very differently by people in societies that don't stigmatise it. I see people objecting to (their interpretations of) antipsych arguments with things along the lines of "well maybe depression and anxiety are caused by capitalism, but I'm schizophrenic so this doesn't apply to me"—as though hallucinations are perforce more physically "real," more "biological," more "extra-cultural" in nature than something like depression. But the point is that positing a specific neurobiological etiology for any psychiatric diagnosis is unsubstantiated, and that capitalist society affects how every "mental illness" is read and experienced (though no one is arguing that e.g. hallucinations wouldn't always exist in some form).

#psychiatry #long post /#mental illness #antipsych #antipsychiatry #Anonymous #questions #psychotropic drugs #ssris

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irradiatedpiratebooty · 2 months

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i think what really bums me out about tumblr hitting the shitter, is that no other site offers the same kind of engagement. said that in another post, but lemme explain a little further. yes, theres other fandom sites. yes, technically speaking other sites have the same features tumblr does. but the way they encourage the use of these features are not for actual engagement. its for gathering a follower count, gathering silent likes. getting an audience so you can make a profit. but what if you dont care about follower count? dont care about being your own business? dont care about trending or how many likes you got? what i loved about the engagement from tumblr was that, it was encouraged to respond in *some way*. whether it be just a quiet tag of a keysmash, or just a "lol" or maybe even a full paragraph to add onto a post you liked and wanted to share. i posted my art, not to gather a huge audience and a follower count, but to make people laugh, or smile, or just relate a bit. i also posted art to express my own interests, especially since fallout and pirates are a hyperfixation of mine. (not using that as a buzzword, im autistic and struggle engaging with people outside of these interests.)

silent likes, silent retweets, a hot take here and there, hell even comment sections arent the same because theyre really only used now if something is controversial for an argument, dont give the same kind of engagement or feeling of community.

i want a space where i can be "weird".people talk to me about my interests with the same kind of excitement i have, where we info dump without fear of being yelled at because "i thought that was obvious?" and "lol everyone knows that shut up." but now, everything has become sterile. even if you are openly neurodivergent, you have to be the kind where youre ACCEPTABLE, and more importantly, profitable. you cant be weird about anything, because then youre mocked and ridiculed by the same people who say "youve got to be more autistic about things". everything is public on other sites, your likes are public, your blocklist is public, your bio has to include personal details otherwise people dont want to engage with you. you have to keep up with everything and make sure youre "acceptable" to be around. TLDR: i miss the days when i went to the internet to escape, where i could drop the mask and be myself. without feeling like im being watched, or judged for just enjoying something. I miss the days where you had your own quirky blog and found people who enjoyed the same niche series you liked, and they had the same enthusiasm as you did even for the details everyone already knows.

#personal posting #social media is going to shit #i mean it was never good #but it was better than it is now #not by much but at least i express myself without feeling annoying

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lace-coffin · 14 days

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Hi im that person that asked for the stufed toy thing and oh my god i loved it so much i loved everything and onece your requests are open sorry im asking while they are shut i had this sudden idea for a request sorry😭😭 ive also kinda got 2 ideas soooo sorry😅

But like a reader that is obsessed with drawing and loved to draw cute and sweet drawings to give to asa to do with their hyper fixation or every time they are with him they start ranting to him about it or them i dont know but he would be so educated on their hyper fixation unless its bugs then he would already know everything haha

Or idea 2

The reader likes to lick things randomly for no particular reason they just like to do it or they love physical touch and cant get enough of it always cuddling with asa at night as close as they can and just imagine them cuddling and they just lick him then he just gets confused that would be so funny to imagine😭😭

Or the reader for the same type of thing as the plushie one but instead music to calm them down and they would have like a tiny crying fit for their headphones bc i have had alot of meltdowns over not having my headphones its crazy i love your writing so much hope u have a good day❤️

Asa Emory x Autistic!Gn!Reader with a new hyperfixation

Requests are open!

Hi I hope you like this! I totally crammed my last two fixations into this < 3

Call Asa old but he wasn’t exactly up to date on video games. He defiantly was now at least, not that he had much choice. You were always flipping between interests, intensely talking and interacting with one topic for weeks or months at a time and then switching to another that catches your interest. It’s been Sonic The Hedgehog for atleast 3 weeks now.

He didn’t exactly picture his desk to be filled with pictures of anthropomorphic hedgehogs but here he is, he kinda signed up for this when he stuffed you into the trunk, knowingly or not. As long as you’re happy then he’s happy, even if he thinks you’re spending a little too much time on that GameCube you begged him to bring to hotel..

A few weeks pass and it’s now the Saw franchise. Victims being “tested” in disgusting gory traps by a man that fancies himself to be god? This is more up to his speed..pun unintended.

A series of excited knocks sound from the door of your masters workroom. Stretching his taught shoulders and neck he takes inventory of his aching muscles, he supposes he can take a break to spend some time with his puppy. Slumping back in the chair and swinging it to face to door Asa calls you in. “Enter”

Keeping your eyes pinned to the floor until given further permission you enter the room, shuffling over to drop to your knees in front of your owner, waiting for the order. The currently unmasked man drinks in your appearance, oversized jumper falling to sit on your neatly pressed together thighs and the collar he places on you every morning slightly twisted, the tag not where it should be.

“Eyes up pet” he says firmly, snapping his fingers to emphasise the point. Jumping a little at the suddenness you snap your eyes up to meet a fond look on master’s face, you relax a little, letting out a sigh.

Shuffling to prop his chin up with his fist in interest, Asa continues.

“What can I do for you pet?”

Visibly perking up and practically vibrating on the wooden floor you push the paper into Asa’s face, defiantly too close, there’s no way he can actually see it like that. Realising this you settle to put it in his lap and stare back at him hopefully.

“I drew more pictures! I wanted you to see..” you reply a little shy, suddenly realising how loud and excitable you had been, insecurity creeping in. Asa recognises you shrinking in on yourself and tuts. “Can I see, cricket?” He adds softly, prompting you to show him what you’ve been working on, he never wants you to feel ashamed about you’re passions even if you’ve been taught in the past to ‘tone it down’

Asa wants all of you, he accepted that from the moment he hoisted you into the box, to the moments when he firmly settles the collar around your throat every morning.

Soft smile settling onto your face you hand over the paper, not ignoring the way your knuckles brush against your masters during the exchange.

You wait with baited breath as he looks the paper over, you know he would never say anything demeaning about your art but you can’t help feel a little anxiety when letting someone in on something special to you. Todays drawing is a rough sketch of your for a saw trap, it’s grisly and frankly disgusting, you don’t envy anyone that would end up strapped down and desperate on the other end of it. Obviously you have no need for a contraption like that, but it’s only an (admittedly) sick fantasy.

After flicking through the diagrams and reading the notes as best he can (it’s not your fault he can’t read you’re handwriting well 🙄) a strange look crosses his face..it’s almost like you can see the cogs working in his brain. this could either be fantastic or a disaster, Asa isn’t one to do things half assed, it’s always all or nothing.

“Can I use this?” The silence is suddenly broken, his sclera eyes raising to meet your own, not any less eerie than when hidden behind his mask.

A strange feeling begins to pool in your stomach, should you feel exited? Proud that he wants to use your plans? Or disgusted? Sick to your stomach that the plans you never envisioned actually coming to fruition will be used to torture some poor individual? Unsure how to feel or respond you stare back at him, lips slightly parted as if trying to muster something up.

“These are wonderful cricket, they may need a little tinkering to make them functional but regardless this design is…fascinating.” A sickly sweet smile sits on your masters lips as he hands the paper back to you, ruffling your hair and placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

Stunned and with a pit in your stomach you nod dumbly, leaning into the affection and practically purring. The idea that you’ve just essentially sentenced someone to their painful and unethical demise is soul crushing…but also a little thrilling? Has your owner really rubbed off on you this much? It’s not like you don’t know what he does day in and day out but it’s never been this..personal.

Asa slaps his knees (like the old man he is) and rolls back over to the desk, pushing away his current projects and random hardware to make room for your (his) new trap.

“Can you bring me the paper please, doll?. I would like to get started as soon as possible.”

Shaking off the ever building dread you pull yourself up, a little unsteady due to the burning in your thighs from sitting in one position so long. Placing the paper on his desk you stare back at him, waiting for further instruction. you’re not sure when he ended up ingraining that response into your mind but at this point it’s not worth questioning, it’s not hard to see that the pair of you are living in your own little world outside of normal society by now.

“You’re welcome to either sit by me as I work and give input considering it’s you’re design or you may sit on your bed and wait for me to finish”

You glance over at the cushy pet bed across the room from Asa’s desk…a lay down does sound ideal right now, maybe a nap will help clear your head? Or swallow the guilt.

“I’m gonna lay down sir, maybe nap a little, promise I won’t snore and distract you” you tease, giggling and feeling a little better in yourself.

Asa huffs out a chuckle at your joke. “I’ll be sure you don’t little bug.” He says, smiling gently at you. You turn to leave before being stopped in your tracks.

“One more thing, pet”

Cool gloved hands slide around your neck making you shiver at the contact, the small misplaced silver tag is slid back into its original place, proudly stating your name and owner on the front like a brand.

“There we go, much better”

Blushing a little you thank your owner and wonder off to the dog bed, curling up and lazily watching him work from afar.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #writing #asa emory #asa emory x reader #my writing #the collection #slasher fucker #slasher hcs #slasher horror #horror fan #horror

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dorims · 1 month

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What kinks do u think Roman has?

I just know they’re weird (and I’d still be into them)

so if i have to be honest, ive never really thought about roman's kinks 🥲 HOWEVER you know how he shamed tom for swallowing back his cum after tabs sucked him off?? yeah he's definitely into that and you can't tell me otherwise.

and without further ado! a little brainstorm under the cut <3

tags. VERY SUGGESTIVE, MDNI, an overall masochistic vibe, degradation/praise, allusions to cheating, impact play, mentions of roman's low self-esteem

a/n. psa im not familiar with writing smut and if i gotta be honest im pretty vanilla myself so...do with that what you will LMFAO

masochism

hes a masochist, we been knew

its pretty much the central theme of these hcs too

degradation/praise

so definitely degradation bc its roman, cmon. but for some reason i cant help but think that he's really into being praised too?

could be wrong but i feel like he'd only let himself be praised after he's developed a solid bond with his partner, and it'd probably go from being degraded to a mix of degradation and praise to full praise in some occasions.

if theres not a smooth transition i feel like he would panic and shut himself out. like it feels too intimate or smth.

cuckolding (controversial)

i think he would like it bc it hurts. like his partner sleeping with someone else is kind of like a slap to the face

a situation that has him constantly thinking 'I'm not enough' and that kind of hurt i think he gets off on bc masochism <3

but thats only maybe with the condition he somehow gets the chance to prove to himself and to you that he is better than the person you're sleeping with

OR he's into 'pseudo-cuckolding' so he likes the idea that you COULD go and sleep with someone but you dont, kinda like what happened with grace and the server

SO MAYBE IM WRONG and he would actually hate this but you know, im trynna brainstorm

phone sex (is this even a kink?)

only the sound of your voice and his,

kinda like the romangerri situation LMFAO

because think about it, this way you dont have to actually see him. that would comfort him in some way because of his low self-esteem and self-image issues. that way you can picture anything you want and not be disappointed with the real thing, you know?

i also think that phone sex (or bathroom door sex????) would help him open up until he grows comfortable enough in the intimacy the two of you are building

love how this are supposed to be smut hcs yet im making them slightly angsty

impact play

i think this might be a little self-explanatory, but yes, getting hit in a sexual context turns him on

only when he is receiving ofc

dom/sub dynamics

he's a massive sub and no one can tell me otherwise

its literally on the show TT

ANYWAY, he's probably bratty at first but then just gives in to your every demand because he aims to please

still likes to get on your nerves though, like a lot and i think thats because even when he's been an annoying piece of shit in bed you still take care of him and that reinforces, in his head, that, sure he's being unbearable but that doesn't take away the fact that you care for him and love him, ya know?

also, he would probably call you mommy/daddy at first jokingly but the it kinda sticks??

freud would have a field day with roman roy

OOC BUT FUN TO THINK ABOUT: vanilla sex

hear me out, ik roman's character is pretty much the personification of the words 'kinky mf' but idk

i think vanilla sex would suit roman SOO much. i think for roman to reach the point of having sex with ANYONE there needs to be a established foundation of trust and respect and perhaps love too

and i know sex doesn't necessarily mean love, but we are talking about a man who's definition of love is pain - like love HAS to hurt for it to be love - and undoubtedly he would twist his perception of sex to fit that same definition of love because love is a branch of intimacy and so is sex, you feel me?

i just feel like it would show roman another side of intimacy. all gentle and kind and giggly sex and intimacy doesn't necessarily have to hurt for it to feel good.

like imagine just plain vanilla sex and its banter and laughter and quips and help me lol

vanilla sex and aftercare would solve all his problems, i said what i said /hj

#roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #roman roy smut #succession fanfiction #succession imagine #succession #roman roy #smut #asks !!

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thisfanisgonesorry · 7 months

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pussy talk — carlos oliveira

kinktober day 2: dirty talk + teasing

tags: switch!carlos, dirty talk / teasing duhdoy, no actual smut, pussy eating, mentions of alcohol — light language kink, light mommy kink. i dont usually write drabbles??

“Hey, mamita.” He purred, sliding himself behind me, pressing his body against my spine, holding me close to him in a deathly tight embrace. I glanced around the club, biting back a smile.

“Carlos.” I hummed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” He responded simply, pressing kisses into my neck. His hands moved to tightly grasp onto my hips, holding me flush against his body (leaving no room for Jesus, I might add), and grinding us together to the beat of the song.

I dismissively sighed, knowing better and well aware of his lies. The kisses on my neck moved progressively, landing on my jaw until he was biting on my earlobe.

“Just wanna hear you..”

“We’re in public, baby.”

“It’s never stopped you before.” He hummed, leaning closer to my ear, whispering sweet words of conviction. “You can let me hear without being loud, I just need to hear you.”

“Like you don’t want me to scream.” I tutted sarcastically.

“Of course I do, but that’s for my ears only.” He mumbled, resting his chin on my shoulder, his hands dropped down, rubbing and pawing at my thighs. “Please, I just wanna cherish you, bebita, worship you, wanna let you know how beautiful I think you are in this little dress.”

“Yeah? And how would you do that?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” He spoke with a weak sigh, his teasing evident in his voice. “Am I not allowed to have my fun? I don’t even know why I let you bring me to this stupid club.”

“Carlos.” I responded sharply.

“Mami. Let me play with you.” He had a permanent (half-earnest) pout etched onto his face, leaning in closer, letting me feel his erection press further into my backside as he continued to ‘dance’ us to the beat of the music. “Please? You know I love to toy with you.”

“Yeah? I probably want it as bad as you, I wanna know what’s waiting for me when we get home.” I beckoned, letting him have his ‘fun’ before he turned into a sulking mess.

“Doubt that. You don’t understand the things I’m thinking of doing to you, mami, there is no way you want it more than I do.” He sighed, then a low groan left his throat as he pressed a kiss under my ear. “I just wanna take you home.. Drag you there if I have to.. Wanna push you up against the wall, grab one of your legs and..”

“Are you seriously trying to tease me?” I smiled, feeling him lose his rhythm as he grinded himself against me, trying to keep it to the music, though his need was evident.

“Mhm. I’d.. Push you against the wall, and I’d bunch your skirt up.. That cute little dress.”

“And then?”

“Then I’d pull your panties to the side and..” He trailed off again, enjoying the teasing. “Are you impatient?”

“A little. Your mouth would feel so good right now.” I commented back, eliciting a low groan from him, biting it back with a bite to the neck. I winced at the pain and he licked the teeth marks sweetly.

“I knew you’d love that.” He spoke contently. “How bad do you want it, mami? Show me, what’re you gonna do?”

I took a handful of his hair, bending my arm and tugging on him slightly, his eyes closed softly and he let out a breathy whine. “Gonna grab you when you..” I paused. “So soft, feels so good between my fingers.”

“I think y’gonna have to pull harder than that.”

“So.. Who’s gonna be screaming tonight? You or me?” I noted the hint of submission in his words. His nails dug into my hips as I pulled on his hair slightly, an interesting view for any bystanders paying attention.

“Hmm.” He started, thinking about it for a moment. “Why can’t it be both of us?” He asked softly. “Need to hear you, mami.. Necesito escucharte..” His words left his mouth smoothly, trying to purr out a seductive plea, something worth convincing.

“We’ll.. Go home, I guess.” I folded with a displeased sigh, though he could tell it wasn’t meaningful. “When I’m ready.”

“Bet you’re so wet for me..” He groaned inwardly to himself.

“Well, I can feel that you’re hard for me, papi.” I responded with a laugh, and a soft whimper escaped his throat at the words, he was a complete mess despite looking like the cat who got the cream.

He pressed more kisses into the soft skin of my neck, trying to restrain the noises coming from his all-too-vocal mouth. “Let me take you home, mi diosa, let me worship you.”

“You’re ruining girls’ night.” I commented sarcastically. though he simply frowned, holding me more affectionately. “I’m gonna get you between my legs like you said you would.”

“I’m gonna do more than that. Love when you call me papi.”

“I know, that’s why I do it.”

#smut #resident evil #carlos oliveira #kinktober '23 #carlos oliveira smut #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira x yn #carlos x reader #carlos x you #carlos x y/n #rival!carlos #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #resident evil x y/n #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil smut

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narachilde · 10 months

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a midnight stroll.

(gentle!blade x gender neutral reader)

scenario: your late night walks with blade were always a way for you to be there for him. tonight, you decide to take it further.

tags: fluff? it’s got kind of angsty vibes but it’s fluff.. slowburn-esque. not proofread. gentle blade, blade is healing, you help blade heal. au where he can actually walk around on the xianzhou without getting arrested immediately.

words: 1.1k

notes: this is entirely self indulgent i thought of this while walking around as him on the luofu pls dont be mad if you don’t hc blade as a gentle person i just want to hold his hand.. anyway you have a calming effect on his mara here and you want him to trust you more. also i just wrote this really quickly so sorry if it isn’t literary excellence. enjoy!

edit: i was really surprised with how many people liked this so i went ahead and wrote kind of a follow up fic that could be considered a pt 2! feel free to check it out if you like my take on gentle blade i’m really happy so many of you liked this :)

it was difficult to find a quiet place on the luofu. different kinds of people were always wandering around wherever you went, which posed a challenge for your attempts to try to get blade to go out more.

it had been a while since you were first able to help quell the mara within him. it still acted up every now and then, of course. after all, mara never truly goes away, and his case was particularly special. but you could calm him down from time to time and keep him somewhat sane while it threatened to push him over the edge, which was enough for him to allow you to stay around.

it was your idea to take him out more, but he was still pretty resistant to it. he wasn’t a people person, and the xianzhou reminded him of a past he wasn’t supposed to linger too much on. but you knew that keeping him cooped up until you departed for your next stop was unreasonable, so little by little you tried to get him out of his comfort zone.

it was an absolute no when the sun was out. too many people passing by, too much worry that he’d be recognized even though nobody was actively looking for him. more than anything else, he didn’t like how the mara threatened to show itself on the xianzhou. at night he could restrain himself better. but in the day, surrounded by all those people in a place so bittersweet? he would rather not test himself in such a way.

so you only went out with him in the late hours of midnight, when the streets were finally quieter and the only company he could keep was you (and the occasional stranger). the stores were all closed by now, the only illumination on your path being the warm glow of the street lanterns, and the rare food stall that had yet to close up.

this night was particularly empty. the soft tap tap of your footsteps played in your ears as the two of you took your usual route around the exalting sanctum. after your first time taking him out, he always walked a bit ahead of you. despite his claims of discomfort in these surroundings, he was rather at ease with taking the lead on your walks. perhaps it was the same sense of familiarity that he complained about giving him this confidence. or maybe it was just that he also recognized the intimacy of your late night walks, but was unwilling to confront it. whatever it was, you had no qualms with staying two paces behind him. this distance was kept at all times. if you stopped, so did he- but two steps ahead, of course. he would turn to watch you with soft but guarded eyes until you continued your walk.

the two of you had an understanding like this. blade was never the talkative type, so you largely depended on intuition to understand what he was thinking. you knew he was growing more comfortable with your presence. on a good day, you’d even go as far as to say he enjoyed it. as long as you were patient, you were sure you could become someone he was more open to relying on.

blade came to a stop before one of the streams the two of you liked to walk along. you stopped as well (two steps behind, as always). the atmosphere by the stream was always serene. you watched him take in the sounds- the frogs croaking by the lilies, the crickets chirping around you, the reassuring sound of the water making its way downstream. blade always stopped here. you knew the gentle sounds brought him peace.

he didn’t turn around this time. tonight he was contemplative of something you could only guess the reason for. he got like this from time to time. you knew he wasn’t too fond of living inside his mind- too many bad memories. whatever he was contemplating, you wished he would voice it for once. you understood that it would take him a long time to open up, and yet there was still that yearning for his trust. if only you could better convey your emotions to him.

you took a step forward. honestly, you hadn’t even realized you had done it until you noticed his demeanor shift ever so slightly. he tensed up in a way that told you he was receiving your actions with hesitance, as he usually did. you stopped yourself, one pace behind. but you didn’t move back. likewise, he didn’t move away. a sign of acceptance. you took it in stride.

he relaxed again soon after. you sensed he had convinced himself that the one step was alright. it was a great milestone for you, though. even if he hadn’t acknowledged it yet, a closer distance like this meant he was becoming more comfortable. maybe he really was coming to terms with the idea of having someone to trust on levels beyond that of business. you allowed yourself a small smile with this development.

but to truly get him to trust you, you had to go further. maybe tonight wasn’t a night of silent understanding, but rather of gentle action. more than anything else, you wanted blade to really understand you were there for him. so as he stared off towards the stream, you did something neither of you could have anticipated.

you held his hand.

or you tried to, at least. as your hand came down to hold his, he stiffened once more. almost instinctively, he began to pull away. physical contact, beyond that of the violence he had wreaked, was something he hadn’t allowed himself in a long time. and yet, he didn’t pull away completely. a part of him lingered, the warmth of your hand like a newfound comfort to him. one too gentle for him to accept.

but you were there, and you weren’t going to be the one to pull away first. you needed him to know that you were there for him. and for once, he found that he couldn’t say no to your gentle offer. his hand slipped back into yours.

neither of you said a word. blade continued to watch the water, leaving you to feel content with the progress you made. when he was finally satisfied he turned towards you, silently confirming you were ready to go, as he always did. his hand didn’t leave yours when he continued on the route you always took.

and you followed him, half a step behind.

#narawrites #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr blade #blade #blade x reader #blade x you #blade is soft #he’s hurt and he needs to heal #and you’re there for him

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rodolfoparras · 1 year

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Soap Alphabet; G= Goofy, K=Kinks, L=Locations, 18+, MINORS DNI, | insp by this.

Pairing: John Soap Mactavish x male reader

content tags: handjobs, exhibitionism, glove fetishism (I think that's the word idk Soap likes getting u off with his gloves on)

Stand alone/ part of a series

A/N: I've been seeing this a-z alphabet thing going around here and on tiktok and wanted to give it a shot, this is meant to be a blurb of some sort, I just dont know how to shut up thats why its a wee bit long.

“You want head ?” Soap asks as he nudges you with his shoulder.

You turn your head to the side to look at him, and despite the mask that you’re wearing he knows you’re raising a brow at him. “We’re literally at a stake out”

“So ?” He asks with a shrug, not really seeing any issue with having his mouth on your cock while on the clock “You’ll keep watch while I do all the work. Well technically we both will be doing the work” he says, chuckling at his own joke.

You turn your head straight forward, gaze falling upon the soldier stationed a bit further away from the two of you “What about him?

Soap turns his head to the soldier as well (what’s his name again? Marvin something?) only to see him being as oblivious as ever to the pairs of eyes burning into the back of his neck. “What about him?” Soap asks as if nothing could deter him from this side quest, not even the presence of someone else.

“He’ll see” you try to explain, as if he’s somehow forgotten about the potential consequences while forming this great plan.

“That’s what we got this bad boy for” he says and gestures to the rock laying in front of you. It’s rather large in size and manages to hide two grown soldiers pretty easily. The only thing is that it has a large opening in the middle of it but as long as one lays low (which the two of you have been doing) onlookers are only able to see your heads and shoulders. Technically he’d be able to suck-

You can't believe that you’re actually considering this.

But once you realize there’s really not much to do here anyway other than lay around in the dirt (something you’ve been doing for a good hour or so), you agree to his suggestion.

“Hell yeah “ he cheers once you agree to do it. You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm as you roll over to lay on your back, while the other man stays laying on his stomach. Once you’re laying on your back and your head’s propped up on the heavy stone, he scoots down to be eye level with your lower half. His hands are quick to find their way to the waistband of your pants, wrestling with the belt and fumbling with the buttons.

“Fucking gear- can’t take it off- why are these things so heavy- oh thank fuck “ he says once he manages to take them off and before you know it you’re stripped down to your underwear, cold air caressing your exposing skin and sending goosebumps through your entire body.

“Oh you’re really into this idea” he says, taking note of the way your half hard cock presses against the fabric of your underwear.

“Can I tell you something?” He says as he starts trailing kisses up the expanses of your thigh “been thinking about this for a long time now” he explains as he runs his hands down the sides of your body“ you know getting to suck you off on a mission, I’d make sure we’re safe off course but you get the gist of it no?” he continues to say , and fucking nuzzles up against your dick.

“Wait” he almost shouts ”can I use gloves for this?” he asks and it almost looks like he’s fucking giving you puppy eyes.

“Yes yes, just get on with it Mactavish “ you say, annoyance clearly showing on your face as you tug at his hair in warning.

“Oh-oh-alright geez just thought I’d ask for consent, it’s important you know “ he says, clearly still teasing and clearly enjoying himself.

“And I really appreciate it babe but I really need your mouth on my co-“

All of sudden gloved hands pry at the waistband of your underwear, tugging your boxers down to your knees, and freeing your dick.

The cold air is rather unkind to your sensitive skin, raising goosebumps all over your body every time the wind caresses it.

“Will get u all warm real soon give me a minute yeah?” He says, noticing the goosebumps that rises on your skin as he spits onto your dick and on the glove he’s wearing. “What? Need lots of it” he says and shrugs innocently once he takes notice of the look you give him.

At last he wraps a gloved hand around your dick, warmth emanating from his palm as he starts stroking root to tip.

Your head hits the rock with a soft thud, eyes squeezing shut, heavy breaths escaping your lips, as you allow yourself to relax in his grip.

His pace is slow and gentle at first, as to not hurt you with the rough material of the glove. The spit does aid in making the movements much more fluid but you can still feel the fabric tugging and taunting sensitive skin, leaving you hissing every time it grazes your sensitive tip. Apologetic fingers are quick to soothe the sting, slicked with spit and thumbing at the tip. But despite the slight pain that comes with each and every stroke, you find yourself welcoming it, hips bucking into the palm of his hand.

“Oh fuck yes, you look so hot right now, Can’t believe you’re letting me do this, dear god” his hand settles on a slow and gentle pace, but it quickly turns careless and eager once your cock’s fully hard and weeping. A curious thumb goes to collect the precum dribbling from the tip, smearing it all around the head before he continues stroking your dick.

You’re twitching in his grasp, hips bucking into the palm of his hand and boots digging into the muddy ground “please, please, please ”

He ignores your pleas, solely focused on the sight in front him. “I have been thinking about this so much, you don’t even know, wanted to see my gloved hand wrapped around your cock, can’t believe you let me do it, love you so much”

He soon settles for a steady pace, occasionally he’ll twist his hand close to the tip, making you furiously buck up against him.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you moan as you continually thrust up into the palm of his hand. You’re sure by this point the soldier must’ve heard something, but you’re far gone to care, heels digging further into the floor as he speeds up the pace of his hand.

“Shh he’ll hear” he says with a chuckle as he presses his lips against yours in an attempt to suppress your moans.

“Fuck him” you whine out against his lips, hands burying in his hair to keep him close to you.

“Actually I was hoping you’d fuck me” he says with a wolfish grin on his face as he quickens his pace.

Another moan, much louder than the previous one escapes your lips.

“As much as I like hearing the pretty noises you make, we need to be quiet for the next part or else we’ll blow our cover” he says, once again reminding you of the soldier who’s still very much present.

He goes to take off the glove on his other hand, successfully pulling it off by just using his mouth before he palms the thing and gestures for you to take it.

“This isn’t part of your fantasy is it?” You pant, eyeing him suspiciously.

“Maybe” he shrugs innocently but there’s no missing his devious grin. “But you’ll still need this “

“Then get to it” is all you say , as you bite down on the glove, tasting leather on your tongue.

“With pleasure” he says before he goes to bury his head between your legs.

[Once it’s all over and done you hear the Scotsman say to himself “Saving this as a souvenir “ before he pockets the two gloves he’d been using.

“You’re one strange man, Mactavish, you know?”]

#John soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #soap x reader #soap x male reader #call of duty #Alec writes #this a repost

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mynameisnotsoda · 2 months

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Explaining my entire dsmpsona playlist because I can

P.s. every mention of Soda in this post isn't me, i just dont feel like putting c! In front of it every single time LMAO

Also i dont think i ever posted the ref on tumblr!!?!??! Criminal but putting it here is better methinks

I also put this in my studentbur playlist, which feels fitting for both of them. However for Adam its more metaphorical whereas with Soda its more literal.

I have my own shapeshifter lore that's loitering in my brain that i need to write down eventually BUT the basics are essentially that shapeshifters are "born" from the planet. They CAN come from other shapeshifters but only once and most choose not to have a bio kid.

So basically, Soda literally popped out of the ground one day, was found by Sapnap and then adopted by Bad and Skeppy. Soda was maybe physically 9/10 years old and was so curious about the world and excited to experience life. If any creature could possibly be made of pure love, its them.

Growing up Soda got REALLY attached to Bad, they clung onto him a lot and it was to the point where it was probably unhealthy. Of course Bad noticed, which made him actually set some boundaries despite not really wanting to. Skeppy was able to convince him, though, as when it comes to the kids hes the voice of reason.

So, Bad would start off by telling Soda that he was going to be gone, leading up to him just disappearing for maybe a few hours at a time before eventually coming back. Eventually Soda was able to function without Bad, but that ended up backfiring as they just latched onto Sapnap instead.

With Soda's attachment to their brother, they tagged along with him when he went out fairly often but after being weened off of Bad it became more frequent. Soda and Sapnap were practically attached at the hip, regardless of Sapnap's protesting.

With a group of teenagers they were obviously doing some reckless, stupid shit and Soda was just along for the ride! At first Dream and George hated Soda—they were just Sapnap's annoying younger sibling—but eventually they got used to Soda being around. Especially since they may have persuaded Soda to use their shapeshifting for nefarious purposes.

At first everyone found Soda adorable, their cheery optimism, endless energy and amusing naivety was a part of their charm. But then it became...obnoxious.

Sapnap always had a short temper, he tried his best to handle it, but sometimes he'd just snap at Soda when they became too much of a handful. He was always quick to apologize but it affected Soda deeply.

Soda very much struggled with any sort of negative emotions, when they felt it—it hit them hard. One day, it was enough to send them spiraling, having a panic attack alone in their room. This was also the first time memories of their past lives resurfaced. At first it was rather intriguing, though a jumpscare, but then it just got worse.

It seemed like Soda's lives were always filled with turmoil and a constant feeling of dread. The stronger their emotions became the more fragments of memories would appear. Soda didn't tell anyone about this.

Skipping much further ahead, Soda obviously sided with the Dteam during the revolution. They were family, in Soda's eyes at least. Which made it incredibly easy for Dream to use that to his advantage. He used them in every way that he could to win the war, even going as far as to try and make Soda resent Tommy and Tubbo. Soda was a spy, mostly, turning into a cat to effortlessly infiltrate the enemy. They heard and saw everything, but part of them felt bad for it, so they never told Dream everything. He noticed.

The horrors of being a child soldier.

Dream's obsession with power and control was never obvious, not to his friends and certainly not to Soda. They truly believed he had good intentions despite going to war with Wilbur. Then again, Soda doesn't understand what war really is. But the pressure to keep up with Dream's demands and avaid his increasing irritably became exhausting and overwhelming. Yet Soda believed it was their fault.

Tubbo and Tommy weren't safe from the horrors either, they had that much in common with Soda. The three of them went through hell, basically.

Dream.

Aaaand tumblr wont let me add more songs so im cutting this into parts through reblogs. I'll probably continue this later (bc its almost 2am pFF) and might post the second part before i go to sleep like im doing now :P

I am cringe but I am free

#dsmp!soda #dsmpsona #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp oc #dsmp au

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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repeat rebound Ch.3 repeating nights like this

Chapter list

Pairing: Fem!reader x fwb!soonyoung (ft.jeonghan sex)

Genre: Crack, smut

word count: 6k

tags: ft. other members (jeonghan, vernon, and mingyu), weddings, coffee meet-cutes, morning sex, cigarettes, alcohol, little sugar baby!reader, wedding planner!soonyoung, fingering, oral (receiving), degradation, praise kink, spanking, spitting, cum swaping

Summary: The best way to get over someone is to get under someone. Again and again and again.

author note: so i had a lot of fun writing this with no plan of how it was gonna go, but i am so satisfied with how this turned out. RR is like a social experiment at this point. REPOSTING DUE TO PREVIOUS ERROR. and pls read on desktop and not the app, its being weird rn.

tag list @nikkell @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @i-dont-give-a-fok @darthlunaa

The coupon was created the first time you ever broke up with Chan, which of course Jeonghan had to have been there for too. You were obsessed with your boyfriend at the time, when weren’t you, so you were devastated. You were bawling out your eyes, questioning the world how he could do this to you. All the young, sad, hopeless romantic stuff. This prompted Jeonghan the opportunity to propose ‘the coupon’.

It entails one night of meaningless sex, no questions, with both consenting parties and no further discussion about the sex after. It was like it had never happened. Both you and Jeonghan had this coupon, an invisible one, promised by the sincerity of word, and with no expiration. You never expected that you would actually use it and knew Jeonghan had enough respect for you that he wouldn’t use his. As it turns out, desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Married, huh? He was too hot to be drinking alone.”

His cigarette smoke clogs the room’s air and wafts into your nose. You exhale it out, burying your naked body into the sheets. That one was one of the few things you never did like about him. He enjoyed a bit of tobacco once in a while, especially after sex, so you heard, and it just wasn’t something you could overlook in a partner. You dismissed Jeonghan as an option for a romantic partner long ago.

Digressing, that wasn’t the point. Jeonghan wasn't the issue, you were and your shit love and sex life. It had become so shit, you were fucking your best friend of all people to…relieve it. It had become codependency at some point: you and sex.

“I feel so stupid. What is wrong with me?”

Jeonghan digs the remains in his personal ashtray, and lays his head against the palms behind his head, turning to your side in concern. “Nothing is wrong with you, there’s never been anything wrong with you. You know that.”

You scoff back dubiously at him, “Yeah, do I? Can you just open up a window, please?”

He rolls his eyes and obliges, sliding out of bed, and exposing what he had, or lack thereof, underneath. His lean back side faces you as the duvet drops from his limbs, his fair and flawless skin that looked tempting and smooth to the touch, almost too perfect to mark. You shield your eyes away as if you hadn’t already seen all of it, all of him, all of last night.

“With clothes please.”

He chuckles as if he knows what you’re thinking. “It’ll be quick.”

You knew this would be someone he’d have to hold against you, hence why you wouldn’t even dream of doing this in the first place, but arousal speaks louder than words. Nothing had been going right for you that night and the last thing you wanted was for you to get someone in a goddamn relationship involved. It was time to cut your losses.

He cracks open the window, nothing big, just enough that smoke can pass through, but not enough to give a view. Eyes still resisting his presence, you feel him join you back in bed, gazing back at you, and it was nice. “Want to go another round?”

You give him a knowing grin, “Coupon only entails one night.”

“Says who?” He retorts back with a cheeky smile.

“Said you when you made it up. It’s morning right now. I’m sure you understand the concept of time.”

He draws himself a little closer to you, the intimacy he offers all too enticing to reject. “I can make an exception. Sounds like you need it. A little TLC.”

He pairs your hips together, flaccid cock now twitching against your thigh. His lips push pressure against yours, hand running over your shape, a low satisfied hum leaving his lips. A soft moan escapes you as you kiss him back, and you get a light sensation in your body that makes you feel weightless, everything is where you needed it to be. Somehow, Jeonghan sensed that. “You look even pretty like this…how do you do that?”

“What, like with bed head and dehydrated skin?” You chuckle against his lips.

“Yeah, even then,” he whispers with a smile.

He throws you in his lap, and a girlish squeal emits on your end. Lips attach to one another once again, and you find yourself indulging more of his time. You ride his body, his length’s warmth plunged in your core, unmoving, but pleasurable even without. He let you use him, easing your tension instead of building it up, touching you, and offering you nothing but bliss. It was sweet, Jeonghan always was.

“Oh, Jeonghan…”

And he was the best friend you could ask for.

“You feel so good,” you giggle helplessly, cupping his cheeks.

Your hips move fluidly, melting into each other like the richest butter. His hands cradle your breasts, massaging them like warm dough meant to be carefully kneaded. There was something comforting, something reassuring, that you couldn’t help but appreciate. It gave you a certain high, a somewhat calming one that blurs your sense, it was a high in your body that could only do good.

Was it mind-numbing sex? No, but it was what you needed.

He then slides down his hands to cup your ass, working his knuckles in your flesh, squeezing their pillowy surface. Your moans, as surprising as it sounds, come out so naturally. You repeat his name like a mantra, all while Jeonghan’s head throws back into his pillows, grunting, whining, doing whatever he was doing because whatever it was, it didn’t matter. You liked hearing his voice, new yet familiar, crying out to you, obsessing over you, making you feel desired like you meant something.

“You feel so fucking good…” Even when he was cussing, it was heavenly. Cathartic even.

You had this airy way you laughed you couldn’t help yourself. It blended with the movement of your hips, harboring a climax between your thighs. Jeonghan was gonna remember this and all of last night for a long time. “Yes, yes, mmh, Jeonghan…”

With a permanent smile on his face, he watches you double over as you cum all over his rubber-coated cock and his hands embrace your sweaty backside. He listens to your shaky breath, orgasming ostentatiously loud in his ears. Adrenaline was rushing through his body at the same time his hot cum was rushing out.

He paints the inside of his rubber white, elevating his heart rate. Still smiling, he takes deep breaths, remembering to breathe, “Fuck, I’m gonna need another cig.”

You stopped the session there, after a nice hot shower anyways (Jeonghan coming by to save water), rejecting his offer for breakfast saying you had places to be, but kissed him goodbye and, rather slowly with tobacco and spearmint fresh on his tongue. It all ends at that. Never to be spoken of again. At least you hope.

“Hi.”

You falter in your steps, turning to see another familiar face walking down the stairs to the front lobby, looking like he’s ready for a good day’s work in a nice button-down and slacks. It was a sight to see considering you had only seen it in pictures before, but he really did clean up well.

“Morning. Sleep well?” You ask in an attempt to make some light conversation.

Soonyoung quietly laughs to himself, noticing how the awkwardness radiates off your body or was there something else that had you absolutely glowing? “I think I slept alright. You?”

“Oh, uh…”

What do you even say? Didn’t get much sleep because I was busy filling up a bodily cavity that has nothing to do with teeth?

“Wait, none of my business,” he laughs off, and that relieves you, “I’ll see you around.”

You nod him goodbye, awkwardly so but as normal as possible, which wasn’t very likely. Nevertheless, it could've gone worst and for that, you were grateful it didn’t. One wrong move last night, you would’ve been a homewrecker, and he didn’t make that any easier for you. Maybe you really did need some time away from sex like Jeonghan first suggested, but were you really one to listen?

The sex was a good distraction from things other than your break up, if anything your break up was a distraction for something else: the failing economy. You were lucky enough to have some money from your previous job, which went nowhere may you add, to pull through for the next few months but you promised yourself that you’d find a new, better job in no time. Easier said than done and what have you been doing? Quite literally, fucking around.

You’re gonna be done with that, for now anyway.

And it was nothing to flush out-of-control sex hormones like an artisanal cup of coffee while you job search on your laptop in a cute little cafe. This was a nice change of pace. And you totally weren’t catching the glances at the cute head barista, whose name you found out to be Vernon by the way.

Okay, no. No, no. Back to it.

You’ve looked on endless worksite pages and have already applied to a few electronically, but none that screamed to you that it was your calling, not that anything ever did. In the past, you’ve worked jobs to get by and most recently landed one that paid the most out of anyone, but as most companies went, it made its employees drone on to an endless cycle of work-life imbalance. Probably why it took so long to realize your relationship was going to shit.

It was then your phone rang and fate played with you once again while you were in the middle of tittering between the job search and fantasizing about getting fucked in the breakroom by the brown-eyed barista. No doubt, your savior was on the other line ready to pull you away from this horny limbo. “Hey, Gyu. What’s up?”

“I need help from a good, good friend.”

Your nose scrunches at the tone of voice, contorting your lips anxiously. It was warm and inviting, for Mingyu anyway, but in a way, that ulterior motives were clear as day. “Okay, what the fuck, you sound creepy. What is it?”

“Now don’t be…hostile, but—“

“I hate this idea already.”

He lightly laughs on the other line. “I need a date for a Wedding.”

You sigh, already know where this is going. “It better not be the one I’m thinking of.”

“It might be.”

“Kim Mingyu.”

“Okay, Okay,” he answers defensively, “I know it sounds bad, but…I promise I won’t…do much.”

Mingyu was many things and has questionable actions but none without reason. He and his ex had been in an on-and-off relationship and just when they’re in their off stage, she’s off getting married. He couldn’t believe it at first, hell, he couldn’t believe he was getting cheating on at first either. It was the first time he felt helpless in a long time.

“Are you seriously asking me to be your date for your ex’s wedding? Jinni. That ex. With the guy she cheated on you with. And you want me involved. Why?”

“I’ll pay you.” He bargains curtly.

You admit, hearing that may have intrigued you.

“I don’t want your stupid Scrooge McDuck money.”

“Three grand.”

Fuck.

You resist, digging into the flesh of your thigh. “…I don’t want your stupid three grand either.”

“Five grand.”

Man, you hated this guy. “Or your five grand.”

“Seven!”

Your eyes shoot open. “Stop shouting numbers!”

“Fine, Eight.”

You cup your phone’s speaker, worried as if some bystander can hear, “Shut up already, fine. I’ll help you…And send the 8k to my bank. You know which one. I’ll be there soon.”

You quickly hang up and shut your laptop close. You exhale a breath of relief, knowing you’d be able to pay off your expenses for a good few extra months and maybe get a nice dinner out of this too, hoping this doesn’t become a habit. You throw your things into your bag and toss the empty coffee cup in the trash, grabbing the attention of Vernon, the barista, hurrying from behind the counter.

“Wait!” He stops you before you can leave, fiddling with something in his fingers.

“Yes?” You answer curiously.

An awkward smile cracks on his face, and you notice how he’s even more pretty up close when he can meet your eyes. “Did you happen to read what’s on the cup?”

You were confused by his question. “You mean my order?”

“Oh, no. Um. I left my number.” He confesses.

“Oh. I'm sorry, I actually didn’t see that.”

“It’s okay! Um, here actually.” He hands you the cafe's business card with a few holes already punched out and a hastily written number on the side, “Buy 5 more drinks and get two for free. One for you and one for me when you call the number on it.”

Okay, that was admittedly cute.

You bashfully laugh, accepting the card, “I’ll think about it. Thank you.”

You see him wave you bye when you leave and watch you walk out of sight so he can finally head back to his station. You look a little closer at the business card, endeared by the little cat drawing he drew next to his number, before stuffing it into the depths of your tote bag. “I hope that guy gets the meet-cute person he’s looking for. Sadly, it won’t be with me.”

The road to Mingyu’s place was strenuous as ever and you stand amongst architecturally beautiful steps leading you to his staff greeting you as you walk past them, smiling pristinely as they always have. It was haunting, almost. You’ve come by enough to familiarize yourself with the trail to his bedroom, finding him surprising you with an array of formal dresses he already had ready for you. Always like him to want to play dress up when he calls you out for these kinds of favors. You couldn’t help but scoff, crossing one arm over the other.

“There’s no way you could’ve predicted I’d say yes.”

He struts over you in unadulterated confidence, peering at you with raised brows and an amused smile. “Of course, I did. You’ve always said yes to me.”

Rolling your eyes, you follow him by the hand to join him by the clothing racks, seeing him already sorting through the variety. “Yeah, well, you always somehow know I’m in desperate need of money. Lucky you.”

He turns to you, a condescending pout on his lip, “Don’t worry about a thing. Daddy’s got you.”

“You call yourself that one more time, I’ll make sure you won't get to be a father any time soon.”

You met Mingyu through Jeonghan, and it didn’t take long to realize you and he was on complete opposite sides of the class spectrum. He came from polo practices and ate from the finest silverware, while you got by day by day, living off your resources (here came Mingyu). Jeonghan knew a lot of different kinds of people and you wonder how he could ever keep up. Especially this Mingyu.

This guy reeked of charm and money. He was chiseled like a young god and living up to his status and name, he got almost anything he wanted. He could have people falling at his feet if he tried, which you were sure some already had. You were almost convinced once. Almost. In fact, you’re the real exception. You saw through that obnoxiously perfect ruse. You saw an overly confident man that needed someone to humble him, so you became his friend. Maybe his only friend that tolerates more than what his money offers.

“One ass squeeze.”

“No.”

The tall man nudges your side, walking arm in arm, “It’ll make it more believable.”

You nudge him back twice as hard, hard enough to bruise, “2 kisses, and you can put your arm on my shoulders at any point of the night. I find that more than reasonable.”

He gave you a deadpan look before drawing his lips to your ear. “All that and one kiss with tongue.”

“Over your dead body.” You respond, gritting your teeth.

He snickers, tightening his grip. “Didn’t know you were into that—Hey gang!” He did not just—“This is my girlfriend, isn’t she pretty?”

You display a firm grin, playing along his sick facade, “Gyu, stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

Eight thousand dollars. Tonight you cost eight thousand dollars, so you were going to act that way. You sway in the finest silk and stood by Mingu every hour of that night, painfully grinning from ear to ear, playing up the role of his girlfriendly flawlessly just enough to get the stink eye from the bride herself. You pretended to feed each other, and called each other disgusting pet names, all while trying not to visibly cringe from the over-the-top cosplay.

“It’s only been a short while but, we just get each other. Like I’ve known her for thousands of lifetimes. We’re just perfect together, aren’t we, Pookie?”

“Mmh, hmm.”

He kisses your cheek chastely, hand gorilla gripping your hip, and you knock him back to his senses with your side, catching him before he falls. “You make me so happy, doll face.”

‘Kill me’, you thought to yourself.

Somewhere in the midst past the wedding food you could never buy yourself or the name-brand wedding favors that you may have swiped more than one of, a man in an earpiece can’t seem to take his eyes off you like he isn’t even trying. You take a peek at the man unable to tear his eyes away and recognized him instantly, even in a foreign get-up.

His hair was styled better than it was the last you saw him and sporting a suit that fits not only him delectably but the theme to a tee. Once again, you can’t seem to escape the grasp of ‘to be determined last name’ Soonyoung. He meets your eyes, looking as if he’s wanting to undress and devour you in your very seat, and you can’t help but squirm under his gaze. You cross one leg over the other, clenching your warmth, and greet him politely with your eyes from your designated spot until he’s walking over and joining you.

He stands before you tall and daunting, unlike the warm smile on his face, “Y/n? I thought that was you.”

His presence urges you out of your seat in a flash, smoothing out the wrinkles of your dress, “Soonyoung. I’m just as surprised as you are. Didn’t think you’d be planning this wedding too.”

“Well, the Chois wanted the best,” he chuckles with pride, “You look…incredible by the way.”

You could feel your body flush at the single compliment, or maybe it’s the eyes that can’t help but draw you in so effortlessly.

“She should, she’s with me tonight, ” Mingyu stands from his seat with his hand out, staring down at him, “Kim Mingyu. And I have it, you're Kwon Soonyoung? Quite the event you helped plan.”

Soonyoung shrugs, making himself to come off as humble, but fails while doing so. He glances your date's open hand and soon takes it in his, sharing a firm handshake. “All ideas of the bride and groom, I assure. I’m just doing the heavy lifting, Nice to meet you, Mingyu.”

Their eyes locked in with each other, having some sort of emasculating stare-down, pointlessly battling for dominance, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. You ended it quickly by making your presence known, tugging Mingyu’s arm to keep up the ruse and serving Soonyoung an innocent smile. “It was nice seeing you, Soonyoung.”

He lets Mingyu go, sticking the hand in his pocket and reciprocating your kind approach. “You too, Y/n. Hope the next time is sooner than I hope and with less of a crowd.”

Soonyoung takes his leave, tending to his duties as the wedding planner, leaving you and Mingyu alone with more than enough questions from your curious date.

“What the fuck was that,” Mingyu pesters with an excited gasp.

“Shut up, nothing.”

MIngyu was doubtful. “He was literally eye fucking you when I’m right here. Pookie, you sex fiend.”

“Shut the hell up” you harshly whisper, “We had one night, I’d hardly call that fiendish behavior.”

“After all this, I want deets. When, where, and how long and thick?”

You pinch the flesh of his thigh, seeing him wince the tighter you squeeze, “I am not painting you a full picture, you pervert.”

Mingyu made a point to bother you about it every time eyes weren’t on you, poking fun about ‘how much fun you must’ve had,’ or asking how ‘long he lasted,’ earning a kick under the table every time. Otherwise, you acted like the perfect little girlfriend , sticking to Mingyu’s side like a fly in a sticky trap, drawing attention from more than the jealous bride.

Soonyoung kept a steady eye on your every move, noticing what you ate, didn’t eat, laughed for how long, or how close you pressed up against Mingyu’s shoulder. You were his for a night and some change but could not stand the way you touched the guy. Your body and face exuded class that this guy could never compare. He could have you writhing under his tongue, crying under his lips, screaming at the occupancy of his cock, but you couldn’t. You were here with ‘what’s his face’ instead of cumming to the sound of his voice. He couldn’t have that. He wasn’t going to.

In the company of others, you tried ignoring the fact that Soonyoung was mere meters away, testing your patience, but he had already plagued your thoughts. You knew better than to stray from your mission tonight, eight thousand dollars were on the line. To the best of your ability, you placed your attention on Mingyu. That was until an unknown caller pops up on your phone screen while it vibrated. By pure instinct, you look up to find the very man you were trying to avoid from across the room, gesturing you to pick it up while his own was held up to his ear.

You smile sheepishly at Mingyu’s friends, excusing yourself from the table and taking the call privately as you walk away. Mingyu questions you for a moment but lets you see how much in a hurry you were, and smiles to himself. Once you were alone, you eyes shift form the floor to Soonyoung, proceeding the conversation like a paper cup telephone. “How’d you get my number?”

“I asked Jeonghan.”

“And he just gave it to you?” You ask, arching a brow in interest.

“He said no.” You snort at that. “So I looked through his Instagram, searched for your name, and voila, found your profile. Not safe for you to have your contact on public, may I say.”

You let out an amused hum, watching him walk your same pace in a pathless direction. “Wow, stalker much?”

“I figured since you came to my place unannounced, pretending to not know who I am, I’d consider us even,” he voices, laughing.

“Okay, okay. So why’d you call if you’re standing like 20 feet away from me?”

You stand parallel away from each other smiling, hearing his soft chuckles under his breath.

“Just wanted to say…you look really, really good tonight.”

You roll your eyes, “You already said that.”

“Thought it might come off more sincere if I told you more personally.”

You bite your lip, playing with the pocket of your dress with your free hand. “Well, thank you.”

“I’d really like to take…a closer look…maybe relive that night we first met…” he draws out that final statement suggestively, a familiar glint in his eye that you remember having you on your knees for him in an empty stairwell.

“Do you?” You can’t help but entertain.

“I bet I could make you cum harder now than I did that night.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull from that, cupping your phone speaker and look around to make sure no one else had heard that. You stare back at him in shock, and quite frankly, arousal, “Soonyoung, oh my god. You have a girlfriend.”

His eyes look off into the distance for a moment before training back on you. “We…ended things. Probably for good.”

The relief enters your body so quickly you forget to breathe and you clutch your phone to your ear, staring back at him more intently. “...So you’re just, what, booty calling me? In the middle of work?”

“Would that be so wrong? Your date isn’t exactly…entertaining you. Let me entertain you. That is in my job description.”

“I doubt means fucking your guests,” you playfully argue, “Even if I said yes, where would we even do that?”

He arches a brow, confidence splays on his face, “You think a wedding planner wouldn’t have rented a room in the wedding’s hotel for emergencies?”

You step behind a pillar, finally finding a comfortable level of privacy, “You want me that bad you’ll leave your post just to have sex?”

He laughs behind an identical pillar. You both stand away from the rambunctious guests, focus each other like you were the only two left in the room. He speaks directly into the mic of his phone, and you can hear the sincerity in the way he speaks. “It’s all I’ve thought about since I laid my eyes on you tonight. Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.”

You sigh, scanning his body from where you stood, licking your lips at how the suit hugs his body perfectly, and despite being drastically the club outfit he once had on, this suit also did wonders to his figure. Soonyoung had an effect on you, no one you were willing to admit, but the word ‘no’ would just not roll off the tongue like it should’ve. “...I can’t do that now, can I?”

It didn’t take long for you to follow him to the empty room he mentioned, nor did he take long to push you up against a wall and crash his lips into yours in a feverish kiss. His hands roam the shape of you, slamming back at your hips belligerently back against the wall. He creeps through the convenient slip of your dress to immediately claim your sopping cunt underneath your drenched panties. You moan at that, feeling his digits draw a full layer of arousal to meet his knuckles and his deep snickers coat your ears. “You’re so fucking wet. I can tell you’ve been thinking about me too.”

His cock was hard against your thigh, fingers hooked up to meet your entrance. Lips against yours, he helps himself to slick through your moisture and eventually finds himself at home inside. Your stomach tenses up in reaction to the sensation as you hold your breath, eyes rolling back to your skull, while your nails dig into his quality dress shirt.

You nod at him with a hazy gaze, choking up at the drought withstanding in your throat, “I have, especially in that suit, made me want to rip it right off of you.”

He smiles at you expectantly, pressing his cheek to yours intimately. A sweet smile creeps on his face in contrast to the words that escape his lips. “Oh, can't even contain yourself the few minutes I’m around. Dirty slut.”

A thumb pressed to your clit, and you shift your legs, pressing your lips together to muffle your moans, “Mmh, couldn’t stop thinking about your cock in my mouth or buried in my pussy…”

“You should see how much you look like you need me. How fucking desperate you’re sounding. What is it? He can’t make you cum, can he? Can’t make you scream his name like I do?”

He’s thrusting his fingers, the speed gradually picking up, and your fist slams against the wall behind you to his rhythm, your voice rich in lust music to his ears. “Mingyu can’t fuck you like I can…we both know it…so say it. Say how bad you want me.”

You gasp for breath, clenching your core, drowning in a state of euphoria that you haven’t felt since the night you hooked up with Soonyoung last. His brass language differs from his normally kind nature had you enthralled in a way you hadn’t before and it scared you. You knew thoughts of Soonyoung will only ever plague your mind from that moment on and despite knowing it, you can’t imagine telling him otherwise. Instead of denying such a feeling, you let your entrancement speak for you.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “I want to ruin me, I want you to fuck me, no one can fuck me like you or your dick does...”

He can’t help but match your manic grin, pressing a hungry kiss against you, letting go with your bottom lip caught in his teeth. His fingers pull away from your heat, settingly against your tongue before your lips wrap around it, tasting the nectar you bare. “You’re just the perfect little cock holder, aren’t you? Bed, face down, now.”

He pushes against the mattress, bitting the metal of the dress's zipper before pulling down and revealing your backside. He takes the same path up with his tongue, a long stripe licked up your spine before his lips land on your ear. His hands pick up your dress straps and pull them off your shoulders, slipping you out of your dress before kicking it aside. Your legs hang off the mattress like a limp rag doll and Soonyoung makes sure your ass presses against his crotch, boner poking through his slacks.

His hips rub into you assertively, hands kneading your breasts, tweaking your nipples, while his belt’s cold metal digs into your skin. You whine at that, pushing your back into him, feeling his hot chuckles make the hairs on your neck stand.

“Don’t make me have to handle you. I don’t fuck with brats, remember?”

He’s rough pulling down your panties, instinctively finding the oozing entrance made his fingers fit like a puzzle. The Palm of his hand slaps against your bare cheeks as he rams his fingers, just as intoxicatingly so moments ago. You bite down your moans in the duvet, perking your ass higher, and before you have time to process it, he buries his face in your divide. His tongue divulges between your cheeks and softly giggles in your warmth, fingers playing with your wet folds and clit that just makes your toes curl.

“Soonyoung!” You helplessly yelp and your weak form sinks into the sheets in a hot sweat, recognizing a development that you had yet realize until now.

His hand claps against your cheeks, muscle lost in your taste, stranded and victim to cum threatening to seep out your body. You writhe beneath, only encouraging him more, as your voice aches in torment and your thighs pressed against his face in utter submission. Tears swell up in your eyes the faster he thrusts, the deep he thrust, defiling you completely. That was when Soonyoung learn how much louder you could be when you submit to him completely. It was like he had you screaming bloody murder. That made him swell up in pride.

“Fuck…me, Soonyoung…” You hold a hand to your abdomen, throwing your voice ou to bounce off the ways, jerking your posterior back onto Soonyoung’s mouth and covering his tongue, the taste in his mouth shifting in a millisecond, but not any less scrumptious.

He licks up the last bit, sucking the remaining off his fingers, and flips you on your back. He towers over you, perspiration built up on his forehead, neck, and even leaking through his shirt. Not an ounce of remorse on his face, he takes his used fingers to pry your mouth open, dropping a long translucent trail of salvia and cum on the center of your tongue. He reconnects with your lips, feeling the vicious liquid stain his cheeks, and flavoring you mouth before he whispers, “swallow,” against your lips. You listen and do as you’re told, earning his praise immediately after.

“Good girl,” he compliments, kissing you more, this time tenderly and forgiving, only to pull away to pick up his jacket off the ground, fixing himself in the mirror.

You blink at him in confusion, still exhausted and drained, you start to sit up from the bed, watching him toss the outerwear back on his body, “W-what are you doing? Your clothes are still on.”

Soonyoung scoffs all smug, looking at you through the mirror’s reflection, “You can't honestly believe me I’d get myself hot and sweaty in the middle of my work.”

“But—“

“But nothing,” he retorts, “I’m going back to the wedding, finishing my job, and you are going back to your date.”

You lay in disbelief, glaring at the man that dragged you into the first place, “You aren’t seriously leaving me here. You didn’t even—you brought me here, finish what you started.”

“I will…after work.” He picks up your abandoned dress on the ground to you, shielding your naked body. “Clean up, regroup with Mingyu, and hands to yourself. It'll be midnight before you know it.”

“Midnight?” You agitatedly repeat.

“You’ll wait, you’re a good girl, I know you can. You have my number and my address. See you soon.”

Now Soonyoung was the one to leave you baffled, naked, and questioning your life choices. Was this how he felt when you left him that morning after?

There wasn’t much to do now but move back on with the plan. You fixed yourself in the bathroom of the rented room and tried containing yourself despite your previous events. Mingyu had been blowing your phone the moment you were out of his sight and had quickly dragged you to his side the moment you reunited.

“Where the hell have you been?” he said in a panic, figuring you probably had your fun, but soon realize that meant his reputation was in jeopardy.

“Time got away from me, sorry.”

“Well, snap out of it. We have a show to put on.”

By the time you got back, you were visibly distracted, not on your ‘A game’ for the appearances you were trying to keep up. Mingyu made sure to up the ante to not raise suspicion, quietly reminding you whose attention you were supposed to be on tonight. Gradually, you realigned yourself to the situation, your acting skills improving as time passed, but not without the Soonyong burning a hole into your ploy you had with your fake boyfriend. The very thought gnawed at your brain knowing he was watching, it even settled in your mind that he was no doubt jealous. That had planted a dirty thought in your head, one that you could never come back from depending on the outcome.

Your body moves faster than your head when you claim Mingyu’s face in your hands. In a swift cinematic move, you pull his face against yours and meet his lips, languidly moving them for show. You feel his eyes flutter shut as he reciprocates, now following after as your lips part ways to clash with his tongue in an obvious fashion, and you explore his mouth to taste tonight’s dinner and sparkling champagne. You take your time to savor the moment before pulling away from your date, eyes center on the man directly behind Mingyu an ocean away, clenching a notepad sheet in his fist.

Mingyu can’t help but flush in pleasant surprise, softly holding your wrists to gently set your hands against your lap, “What was that for?”

It was your turn to look smug and you meet Soonyoung’s eyes in a knowing smile before answering. “Just something that will get me in trouble later.”

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HELLO IT IS I AGAIN (Razor's mom /real)

So you know those imposters aus where characters chase the reader for being an 'impersonator'?

What if... It's a continuation from my ask (where we meet Razor first before everyone), and Razor is just confused at the patrolling knights near Wolvendom constantly asking him if he have saw 'the impostor'

Tbh he just shakes his head. Who tf is the impostor????? Wtf is an impostor???????

Many question marks later..

He had encountered an epiphany (not really it's just the Springvale ppl talking about someone copying the creator's looks).

The 'Impostor' they have been searching is you.

But you're not an impostor! Razor knows it! Andrius knows it! And with how the nature and the monster responded to you, Teyvat knows it too!

So like the good son he is, he sheltered you even more severely.

Ur not allowed to go out of his sights at this point (he'll still take you to places with many lampgrasses if you still wanna make a crown w it)

And my imagination ends there, do you think there's something else he'd do?

Ty for answering my last request btw, ur the best and I hope you get your favorite characters w one 10 pull and your desired artifacts w the best stats <3

Much love and sweets

-Razor's mom

RAZOR'S MOM!! HELLO aw im so glad u liked it :)

Srry about the late reply! 💜💜💜

Ok, so I think this is a good time to point to my shiny

Writing Requests/About Me Post I have pinned on my 👉 blog!!👈💅 taaa daaaa :) i did it guys here ya go

Yall have been GREAT so far abt keeping the requests chill and fun, and i dont have that many "Donts" that arent obvious (homophobia, transphobia, ableism,etc)

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Dont worry Razor Mom, i just wanted to use this as a way to talk about this!! /nm /gen

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About Imposter AU, there are plenty of other blogs/posts that write for that or posts under SAGAU tag! :)

I said wayyy earlier on in some of my first asks, but basically I really want to lighten up the Genshin SAGAU / Isekai tag and branch out from all these darker Imposter AUs :)

And also add more world-building posts or AUs <3

(language brainrot for example)!!

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TL;DR: I am not accepting hunting down/yandere/cult au/imposter au Genshin Sagau, only a funny or chill version of it.

Please check my writing rules post :)

Example: u look like Creator, but everybody's like, "oh lucky them wow rlly blessed, have a free drink, etc.

OR omfg where r they?? They descended to Teyvat oh fuck we lost our god-"

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Heres the Razor post !!!

If u wanna check it out :]

Cracks knuckles, Saddle up Baby, bc its time for my version of the Imposter AU 🤭😋😈

(and sorry for answering super late/possible scare Razor mom anon!! :'/ )

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So it begins rlly small right?

Like, Razor does not know the new knight patroling Wolvendom's borders

,, weird but ok, he thinks basically

And then when it was time to visit some domains a little closer to Springvale for grinding

(Or rlly just to get some of their tiny restaurants homemade food yumm)

He notices more Favonius knights lurking around than usual

Or at least widening their patrols

And hes like wtf?

Ur like, huh.

I'll ask Springvale ppl wtf goin on

The locals respond that the search for the Great Creator has begun.

...

...you and Razor: 👁👄👁 w h o m s t ❔️

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Upon further questioning

(which was apparantly weird that yall didnt know, but eh, u just used the whole "feral wolf child with feral blacksmith parent living in woods ignorance" excuse)

Admittedly yall, quite literally, live under a rock lmao

They explain theres a whole ass prophecy

Abt how the Great Architect would succumb to a long slumber somewhere else in the vast universe after making the planet.

And when the time is right, they will reconnect to Teyvat, and awaken, and descend in a mortal form

(like the archons)

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..but the kicker is nobody knows wtf they look like bc:

1. All that lore is hella crumbly and old, and very hard to translate

2. Mortal forms sometimes look different than god forms, so even if they did know some defining features of the Creator, that wasnt guaranteed to be them...

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(i.e. they will have brown eyes, well. Thats a fuckton of ppl with brown eyes innit? 💀)

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So thru certain signs, that this mysterious prophecy wooooo

Said would happen, the nations of Teyvat and their many supernatural inhabitants are aware the ultimate god has descended

(The crops flourished? Animals got more wily, many of the sick ppl got better for no reason, the Irminsul started regrowing/filling out its base- like how it looked like a lightning struck tree rn 💀)

So every country are now trying to find them to be the first to welcome them home

Needless to say its lowkey a competition

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Meanwhile you and Razor are just:

... (゜▽゜;)

"Haha yeah cool..."

(Andrius already told u what u r to Teyvat and explained to Razor)

Ur both immediately slapping a cloak on u and keeping the hood up all the time

Yall dont wanna be seperated :(

Ur both paranoid for diff reasons,

Razor's just scared his Lupical is going to be taken from him again bc there r better, more refined humans wanting to be ur Lupical ;-;

And ur like-

Omfg that sounds like sm work 💀

While its nice to daydream abt what itd be like to be famous, realistically,

U could not handle that shit.

People crowding you all the time?

U cant just look busted anywhere u go, like a midnight snack run

Ppl would also expect u be,

Responsible??

To act like a competent ruler maybe???

Hell no.

U just wanted to play a pretty gacha game and spoil ur skrunklies

(At least, if they do wanna call u that, they dont make u do anything political 💀 but u doubt it)

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Needless to say, Razor is glued to ur side everywhere u go.

A domain a half mile away? Oh he'll come with dw

Ur gonna go stop by that food merchant further up the road for ingredients? Cool he'll sniff the best ones!

Ur going to see Andrius??

Oh he needed to see him too-

😭😭🥺🥺 poor babe

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Surprisingly enough,

Or maybe not his house is right tf there

Diluc is the first person to actually recognize you.

Razor had been subtly steering u away from Mondstadt for 3 weeks now, ever since yall talked to the Springvale locals

An u cant say u didnt notice, but u werent rlly stopping him

You wanted to be like Venti, chillin among the ppl regardless of ur powers, not the Raiden Shogun :/

And maybe shock some ppl who dont know ur a god like him too lol

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Diluc had been looking around the lesser patroled areas of Mondstadt to search for the Architect

He didn't even need those incompetent knights to tell him their god had finally descended

He already saw the signs long before Mondstadt

Bc youve been in Wolvendom, the area has flourished over time, more fish in the water, more game to hunt and bigger, crows making circles in the sky despite there being no corpse

And one of the closest places to you,

Is the Dawn Winery.

Diluc's security against Venti began to hold up better, the staff didn't have to clean as much things like dirt or weather damage to the manor,

His hawk had never been faster delivering his letters, he almost thought the little guy had been drugged with something

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He patroled Stormterror's Lair, and deep in the woods surrounding the manor that the knights hadn't bother to go into

Afterall, he figured you'd never had a mortal form before, so u were unlikely to fend for urself for very long in the woods lol

so he wanted to find u quick (aww softy :')

He even made a trip out to the Thousand Wind Temple and Dragonspine (he did report that one to the knights, he didn't want Amber, Bennett, or Creator-forbid Klee, being the few pyro users to have to explore it)

Finally, after doing the further away locations, siginificant in history and rich with leftover magic

Diluc figured that's where you might land first, so he saved Wolvendom for last

It would at least let him check on that wolf kid and maybe get to talk to him long enough to ask him if he's seen anything unusual.

The lord of Dawn Winery manor heads into the Wolvendom woods, just as sunset colors the trees...

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It was a Friday evening, the sun was setting, the weather was pleasant and it was time for all of the Lupical to come together and eat a big feast!! :)

About once a month, Andrius will come out for a few nights and dine with all of yall

Hes an old wolf give him a break, he takes long naps

So u cook lots of Mondstadt favorites to eat on and a few Liyue dishes too

Razor, ur favorite helper, has helped u finish the last dish and is now romping around with the puppies bless <3

U guys have dragged ur coffee table dining table setup out to sit and eat at

Andrius lets out a not too loud, not too quiet howl, and as the wolves, Razor and you lmao join in

Yall dig in, bones flying everywhere, spagetti noodles flingling around, it would put toddlers to shame lol

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Diluc hears a howl that is too... big to be a regular wolf.

It filled the air of Wolvendom like no howl before it, as he used the glowing lampgrass to help light the path deeper

He sneaks past a hilichurl camp or two, all fast asleep

He scans the woods, and figures he'll search the woods besides the path after he gets to that old stone carved pit-

Food?

Diluc sniffs the air, and squints deeper into the forest

The black branches shade the way ahead, but just barely... he can see the flicker of orange and blue light?

He summons his claymore, bracing it on his shoulder, and creeps into the treeline to better hide him

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You swear to god (dammit swear to.. you??) someone is watching you.

You look around the piles of fluffy doggos, happy and stuffed full they r slowly forming puppy piles

Andrius is finishing his meat platter, also sitting on all four legs on the ground

Razor is splayed on his back beside you, eyes closed, his feet sticking out the other side of the table, u chuckle at him

But not a single Lupical seems to be looking at you.

Gulping down your last few bites, you scan the treeline

U refuse to be that bitch in a horror movie where their gut says smth is off and they brush it off or barely look at their surroundings

Turning around to the treeline behind you, u see something... red fur?

U sit up some more, peering over the bushes at the bottom of the trees

You meet a pair of warm brown eyes, widened like they're just as shocked to see you

As u notice his familiar red high ponytail (but also not?? Its weird going from 2D to 3D and still recognizing bitches)

U peer down at his chest, as he carefully stands out of the foliage-

That familiar star shaped button that u can press for the character menu screen, the same thats on Razor, on Benny, on Fischl, on Lisa-

Hovers over Diluc's chest.

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Diluc is in the bush, observing the human(???) stranger (he really doesnt want to attract the attention of that.. giant spirit wolf thing)

The figure sitting at a ... table?? (He can barely process all these absurdities at once, hes only got so much brain space)

Has sensed his presence, and as he grips his claymore, ready to demand answers,

Razor startles, and jumps up, smelling the pyro user, he summons his weapon-

The figure locks eyes with him, and all he sees is gold.

Diluc drops his claymore.

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Have a cliffhanger bc idk 🤷‍♂️ Also srry it wasnt exactly Mondstadt finding u, and it somehow turned into a whole scenario?? Idk man

🤧 welp i hope that was decent Razor mom! Tysm for ur sweet feedback abt our beloved son 🙏💜🐺

Feel free to always talk again, thru comments, asks whatever!! :D

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Cheers,

💀♒️

(guys im so stupid i coud've been signing off with this simple emoji combo the whole time,, 😭i didnt actually think abt emojifying my name, just making it look pretty with some of my fav emojis... 😔)

If anyone reads this u should let me know which one is better lol

💀♒️

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

OR like a combo???

♡my beloved♡

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