#venti is there because I want them to meet. but he is suffering

[cor-lapis]

do you still do art requests?

if so can you draw furina having the time of her life in the Cats Tail, i just KNOW her and diona would get along amazingly

I think that Furina deserves to use her Fontaine taxpayer funded state pension to travel to Mondstadt and have a great time at the cat cafe there (without any fatui harbingers in the vicinity)

#let her pet the cats!!! #venti is there because I want them to meet. but he is suffering #not one but two archons sentenced to death in her presence.... #thank you for the ask! #and merry belated christmas + happy new year PJ! #pj-was-here #ask #genshin impact #venti #furina #diona #my art

[makiandcheese]

i wanna share the genshin impact ships i enjoy and why (mostly rarepairs)

Rosaria/Kaeya - undeniable trust and friendship turned romantic interest. though capable of forming a relationship, their occupation and circumstances prevent them from fully pursuing it. Even if all factors could ignite mutual interest, the fear of ruining the friendship they harbored would stand in the way. What's important in a lonesome city is the same stranger who is looking for the same comfort you seek. Frequent liar or not, he's quite the personality to have around.

Jean/Diluc - everyone says they are exes turned lovers however I view them as the failed chance at love. They are friends who knew each other since they were learning to walk type of friendship. The first love you never forget. If they were given the chance, they could say what they want to the other. "You look even better after you became a stranger to me, pretty woman"

Yelan/Ningguang - The what could've beens. similar to jealuc but in ninglan it's focus is more on the one-sided, unrequited type of love. (using Beiguang for this example) watching the one you love fall for someone you know she deserves hurts. It hurts because you know you could've been with her if not for your own issues. thankfully she will never know you love her since that love will die with you

Rosaria/Jean - oh god where do i begin with this. The "outcast" meets the city's beloved individual. For someone who feels they never belong, its confusing to have the city's hope make excuses to see you. Rosaria and Jean's relationship begins with jealousy due to the nun and the idol deaconess' relationship. What makes Barbara look at Rosaria the way Jean always wanted? Filled with concern and trust that only families have for one another. Giving that to a complete stranger is agonizing.

Lisa/Jean - coworkers to lovers <3. A workaholic learning the simplicities of life from the reliable, easygoing, gentle person. When she'd forget to take care of herself mentally, she'd be there. Unknowingly providing comfort with just her presence alone.

Beidou/Ningguang - Two people who rule and have a significant influence on the community. Bickering and arguing over the smallest things yet loving each other for the same reason. What makes these two so wonderful is the fact that they both witnessed each other overcome difficulties in their own manner. They both achieved goals that brought them together in some way. Competing with which one would make the other prouder.

Venti/Zhongli - centuries have gone and past, and yet home always had the same eyes and breeze. When it comes to gods, the only one they could consider as equal are the same immortals who suffer with them. Why does meeting each other again bring so much comfort and pain? How many friends did they watch come and go like sand through the wind? Thankfully, they can overcome these uncertainties together. Until they could no longer control the corrosion within them.

Surcrose/Rosaria - When your curiosity leads to people questioning your character, the person you gravitate towards is someone similar. Sucrose would have a lot on her mind and would desperately need someone to talk to. Rosaria always wanted to learn more about the world but never had the guts to say it out loud. The mutual silence between them could be a conversation. "I have something on my mind, but I have difficulties saying it" and "Take your time. No rush."

Kaeya/Albedo - Understanding your past from the product of the past can be an interesting combo. Kaeya and Albedo are two perspectives of the Khaenri’ahn existence. The truth is never black or white, in fact, the truth is always relative. Messing around with your coworker because of mutual origins grives a sense of comfort in the city where everyone knows everyone.

Ganyu/Keqing - coworker who has false impressions towards each other. A tender and careful love formed from the desire to protect their city. Patience is a virtue especially for Ganyu. However, with all the years she had lived, days with Keqing always felt like love personafied.

Xiao/Traveler - what cannot be may be. One's duties always hinder relationships, but there will always be someone stubborn enough to reach out. Someone once said that unnecessary suffering is not a proof of strength. Relying on others is difficult but if it's with the person they love, one could only hope that they're not a burden. Thankfully, they don't give a damn about your stubbornness and go out of their way to talk and spend time with you. Since you know that these times wouldn't last.

Ayaka/Yoimiya - The different lives we live shouldn't turn us into strangers. In a life where expectations are laid upon you, finding freedom and happiness incarnate is like grasping sunlight. Ayaka knows she has her duties but spending time with Yoimiya makes her forget the time. Grief and loss often isolate us from relationships (including socioeconomic circumstances). Thankfully the eternal shogun's antithesis stays by your side.

Itto/Sara - Our beliefs do not align, but if someone talks shit about the other. Someone will be getting punched or electrocuted. Being a Yokai in human society always leads to discrimination unless you are equipped with power and unimaginable influence. Seeing each other's most vulnerable sides in the most unexpected times always led to curiosity. Curiosity leading to interest. And interest leading to fondness.

Al Haitham/Kaveh - Unconventional ways of saying "i love you" almost always lead to someone's wrinkly forhead. If turning himself into Kaveh's personal screaming outlet would let him relax, Al haitham would gladly do it. What happened in the past has long gone, and what's left is to continue. Is it so difficult to let him love you?

Candace/Dehya - Every neighborhood child's first loves daring each other. Duty is always the priority. Traveling the world will come one day but not today. If that is someone's belief, then someone will bring the world to them. Even if it's small material gifts, its treasured dearly. Just make sure not to come home bruised and covered in wounds. Else a medicated scolding (and some kisses) would be perscribed by the village's resident guardian.

and that's all folks tell me what you think.

#rosakae #jealuc #ninglan #rosajean #lisajean #beigguang #beiguang #zhongven #rosacrose #kaebedo #ganqing #xiaolumi #xiaoether #ayamiya #ittosara #haikaveh #kavetham #candehya #genshin impact ship #gi ships

[chaoffee]

A Comforting Touch

Character(s): Venti x gn reader Tags: Modern au , comfort , established relationship , very light comedy sprinkled in (like super light) Warnings: mention of a panic attack (no in-depth writing about it) , semi-proofread Words: 961 Notes: a comfort fic inspired by my own suffering. may it give comfort to some of you as well <3

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A horrible day is what you called today. Nothing had gone as planned and somehow as the day progressed forward it got worse. You’ve shed tears, fumed in rage that your face felt as hot as the boiling blood in your body to nearly collapsing in on yourself as you were on the brink of a panic attack. It was all too much for you to handle.

You lay on your bed, feeling like a husk as you stared at your phone screen, hugging your favorite plush to your chest. An attempt at trying to distract yourself from the day’s events and your thoughts. To distract yourself from the physical ache of your heart in your chest and the sobs that lodged themselves in your throat because you refuse to cry again. Scrolling through social media, looking at the different images or videos that appeared along your feed.

A knock on your bedroom door, stirred you from your tunnel vision o your phone and the comfortable position you had gotten yourself into. You didn’t want to talk or see anyone at the moment… You looked at your door, weariness pulling at you as you sat up. “Come in,” your voice came out soft and you thought you would have to repeat yourself, but the sight of your door opening eased that sudden worry.

A head full of black hair and blue faded twin braids popped in from the side of the slightly opened door. His eyes meet yours and a small, soft smile spread on his lip, “Well, hello there.”

You look at him for a moment, clogs turning in your brain. Why is Venti here? The image of your flatmate, Lumine, popping into your mind’s eye. She probably told him about the day you’ve had, probably even insisted on him coming over after you “locked” yourself away in your room. You let out a sigh, “Lumine invited you over, didn’t she?”

Venti slowly enters the room, as if trying to hide the fact that he’s entering and closing the door, as if he was a ninja of some kind. The thought briefly crossed your mind, amusing you slightly. He smiled nervously, eyes closing as he awkwardly scratched his cheek, “She did, yes.”

You shook your head, another sigh falling from your lips, “And I suppose she told you about everything that happened today?” You fiddled with the plushy you were previously hugging for comfort that now sat in your lap.

“Now that she didn’t do,” Venti stood in front of your now closed door, looking at you with eyes that seem to look into your very soul, “She only told me that you might appreciate my company after a rough day.”

You smiled slightly, thanking Lumine for her ability to keep things hidden when she deems them worth keeping to herself. Although she could be quite the blunt and unpredictable friend, she was still considerate of you and others. She’s probably worried about you and knew of the thoughts and feelings that stirred awake inside of you when things get tough in your life.

You’re shaken from your thoughts by the slow movement of Venti taking a step towards you. His eyes searching yours for any indication you don’t want him there. “Would you rather I leave you be for now?” he asked. Although initially you did want to be alone…Venti’s presence was always a welcoming sight for you, and you knew Lumine took that into consideration. She knew that you wouldn’t be able to show him away and probably end up crying in his arms as he comforted you. Sneaky of her to use your weakness of your significant other to ensure you aren’t alone with your thoughts for too long.

You shook your head, “No…you can stay.”

Venti smiled gently at you, he walked over towards you with less caution, and you moved a little aside on your bed, giving him some space to sit down next to you. The bed dipped slightly as he sat down next to you, legs crossed as his body faced your slightly. “Wanna talk about what happened?” he asked softly. You shook your head, feeling the restrained sobs from earlier welling up in your throat again. “No…” your voice was soft, strained. You looked at your plush, continuing to fidget with it.

Venti nods understandingly next to you, his twin braids moving along with the movement. “Do you want a hug?” he asked after a moment. You stilled in your fidgeting with the plush, tears welling up in your eyes. “…Yes.” You whisper, your voice cracking.

That’s all it took for him to gently pull you towards him, although it took a bit of shuffling your sitting positions around, and held you close to him. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, more tears falling down your cheeks. His touch was gentle as he rubbed your back soothingly with one hand, the other holding you close to him. It took only his touch and a few gentle words for you to fully unravel in his embrace. Your tears now accompanied with the sobs you were trying to keep inside minutes earlier. Your own hands wrapped around him, clutching at his clothes as you cried.

He stayed there as you cried in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, sometimes turning his head slightly to plant gentle kisses to your head. His soothing touch helping to keep your grounded.

After some time, you calmed down, your breathing slowing, and your hands loosened around him. He tried looking down at you, seeing you had fallen asleep soon after you stopped crying. He smiled softly at you, planting a soft kiss on your head before whispering a soft goodnight to you.

#chaoffee fics #astronetwrk #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #venti x you #venti x reader #venti x gn reader #genshin imagines #venti the bard

[the-curious-cat24]

Archons

I have seen a lot of players in genshin, still saying bad mouth to Furina, if you don't like her and still even after the archon quest, then it's okay, its your opinion anyway, however, I cannot fathom the hatred on her. calling her stupid and all, is not nice.

Archons has flaws, even if they are the gods in teyvat and they still feel like a human. They show us a different sides of a human, there is always good and bad, and that's what human is.

Venti - someone who is under depression, with a resolve to drinking to suppress the hurt, pain and loneliness he felt. Still he smiles and wants his people's happiness, some of us might relate to him, there are times that we want to give up, do things that can let us forget from traumatic experience or even, wanted to unwind yourself because you need a breather.

Zhongli - wants to retire and only watch his people grow, like a chairman in a company who wants to give a consultation and don't want to involve much, because he too, needs some rest and relaxation. Like us, when we are tired from work, wanted to rest and enjoy the days with travels or anything that we find leisure, because we are getting burn out from work or even at home.

Ei - she is in grief, the pain of losing someone special to you is hard, and especially that someone is her twin, her coping is being hard to herself, made a puppet that doesn't feel because her innermost thought is that having this kind of emotions, clouded her judgment, which it really happens during the vision hunt decree. Other factions of her commission took advantage of this, for they are too proud and selfish, the collateral are the people who resist and fighting what is right. She does have some lapses as a leader however, this lapses made her eyes to see, that the vision she thought of helping her people not to suffer, is the reason why some of them suffers. She accepts her fault and willing to learn, and know her people well, hence she is willing to change, because change is constant. Like us, whenever we are in grief or depress, all thoughts are clouded, making bad decisions in life and hurting ourselves, closing our mind from those people who truly care for you , because you thought that no one will save you and no one will accept you, we are a puppet of our minds, As they say the only person who can save you is You, if you are willing to accept your flaws and embrace to start anew, your life will be different than what you suppose to see.

Nahida - she is too kind and doubtful of herself, its like an intern with great potential and talent, but doubtful to say what she really thinks because she though that her less experience might have no value in contributing. Her kindness made those sages abuses her, by locking her up since she is not the god they wanted and for her not to resist, because she too, thought that she is not worthy.

Furina/Focalors - her sense of responsibility and love for her people, made her act like an entertainer to the people of fontaine, to divert their attention from the prophecy, to give them entertainment and go on with their lives, like living the moment. Like human, we do sometimes force to grow and think mature under circumstances with responsibilities and suppress our child heart, as we work or even study, we tend to forget to feel like children, free from responsibilities, free from bills and dues and free from stress, hence the reason why we find this game an escape from reality, to enjoy, and to unwind. Like Furina, the world is a stage, for we have different views of the world, which made us unique and show love by expressing what we feel. The world is cruel but it is also beautiful.

I cannot express more how much I really feel for this game, to me this game is my escape bubble, a stress free bubble and a game to meet new characters , and most of all, to meet new people that shares the same passion for the game or for the art.

#genshin impact #traveler #paimon #lumine #aether #venti #zhongli #ei #nahida #furina #archons #barbatos #beelzebul #morax #rukkhadevata #focalors

[idyllic-affections]

together through thick and thin.

summary. their love for kaeya was not conditional. trigger & content warnings. depictions of burn wounds, canon-typical ragnvindr family drama, slight violence. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort. kaeya & ragnvindr!reader, implied venti & ragnvindr!reader. 1.3k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. soul crushing angst is my favorite kind of fanfic! just kidding. im sensitive and i like hurt/comfort more than anything... can you guys tell i like kaeya more than diluc? anyways the reader is an anemo user in this fic because... anemo users and their, ahem, issues, if yk what i mean......

       Freezing drops of rain pelted painfully against their skin, piercing the raw flesh of their various burn wounds like little knives.

       Fuck, it was cold and hot all at the same time.

       Unsteadily, their trembling hands drew their coat closer to their body as they darted towards Mondstadt City. They winced as their charred fingertips brushed against the fabric, choking out a whining sob at the shock to their overworked nerves. Pitiful shivers wracked their form; whether that was because of the raging storm in their head or in the skies was debatable, really. Perhaps it was the consequence of both. Perhaps it was simply because of the severity of their burns. They couldn't be sure.

       What they were sure about, however, was that they needed to get away from Dawn Winery.

       In that moment, they couldn't care less about the way their brothers had so desperately tried to stop them from running off. One thing they couldn't possibly handle right then was looking into either of their eyes.

       (Though, their reasons for not wanting to look at each brother were different—very different.

       They couldn't bear to look Diluc in the eyes because how could he dare to raise his blade to his own brother? His own—formerly—visionless brother? How could he bear to hurt him like that, knowing that there might've been no effective way for Kaeya to defend himself, had he not received his Cryo vision at the perfect moment?

       Moreover, how could Diluc bear to hurt them like that? Mentally and physically, he'd created wounds that would leave lasting scars on their young body and mind.

       Their burn wounds throbbed.

       Wounds caused by either element littered opposite sides of their body, but only the Pyro burns still stung. That fact indicated that Diluc had struck with real, furious intent.

       Kaeya did not, however.

       The ice burns barely ached, while the fire burns pulsated and seared and sent chills up their spine with every movement they made. Diluc had struck with the intent to seriously injure, perhaps even... neutralize—they couldn't think of their brothers killing one another; the simple thought made bile climb up their aching throat—Kaeya.

       That was why they couldn't bear to meet his eyes.

       On the other hand, they couldn't bear to look at Kaeya because they knew that the moment they did, they would burst uncontrollably into tears. He'd suffered so long, keeping a secret like he had, only for Diluc to attack him so cruelly when he decided to tell the truth and confide in someone he thought he could trust?

       Admittedly, Kaeya's timing was beyond awful—who reveals a secret like that immediately following their father's death?—but still. He deserved so, so much better.

       They would face him first when they felt ready to.

       He needed to know that at least one Ragnvindr still loved and trusted him wholeheartedly.)

       Times like these were those that made them grateful for their Anemo vision; there was no way possible that either brother would be able to keep up with them, regardless of how injured the youngest Ragnvindr was. They would always be faster. However, the rain paired with their wounds did slow them down just a little.

       Being an Anemo bearer meant being agile and fast.

       They were very thankful for that.

       The Mondstadt Cathedral was already within their sight. Briefly, they wondered how fast they really must have been running to make such distance so rapidly, but they shook the thought off almost instantly. The blinding, pulsing teal light emitted from their vision was enough to give them a clue.

       Perhaps Lord Barbatos looked upon them with sympathy, for having one's father pass on only hours before a brutal, irrational battle between their only remaining family was quite possibly the hardest thing a teen their age would have to go through. It was something they would never forget, something that would permanently change the way they saw the world. Perhaps he recognized that.

       Perhaps he had spared them the strength they needed to get to Mondstadt City safely without collapsing. They liked to think so; any little crumb of comfort and safety they could latch onto was something they would not pass up on. In their fragile state, they needed everything they could get. If Lord Barbatos was watching them in these horrible moments, then they were safe. They were comforted. Regardless of how silly it might have seemed to some foreigners—Mondstadters knew well that such behaviors were normal and common, regardless of if they were rooted in faith or not—they had been whispering their sorrows to the wind since they were little. Some nights, they were lucky enough to hear gentle melodies carried on the breeze as an encouragement to go on.

       Surely, they thought, those occurrences were not simply a trick of the mind. Based on what they knew, compared to some other deities...

       Lord Barbatos was a gentle god, an Archon of his people. They wholeheartedly believed that.

       Their teary eyes flickered upwards as they approached the Cathedral, pounding their less injured hand against the doors.

       The response they got was almost instantaneous, and upon seeing them, the sisters were absolutely petrified. What was someone of prestigious descent doing in a state like that? Why were they not at Dawn Winery? Why had they run all the way to Mondstadt City?

       Shaking, soaking wet, with wounds that only seemed to ache more as the adrenaline left their system, the youngest Ragnvindr child was rushed into the welcoming warmth of the Favonius Cathedral for immediate treatment.

                         — flower of the universe !! 🌸

       The silence was heavy and thick as their wounds were treated.

       "What happened?" Grace* inquired sweetly, hand tenderly tilting their chin so that they'd meet her gaze when they didn't reply. They absently leaned into the comfort of her touch. "Young Ragnvindr? Darling, what happened? Where did these wounds come from?"

       "...I don't really want to talk about it," they murmured in a whispery voice, eyes fluttering shut. The exhaustion on their face was blatant. She hummed, thumb brushing over their cheekbone soothingly.

       "I understand."

       The tense air seemed to thin out slightly, and they sighed. Most of the other sisters had gone elsewhere by then, which they were grateful for; the quiet was much appreciated. Muffled tapping of rain against the roof and stained glass windows was the only sound occupying the space (other than Grace's heels clicking as she began to put the spare medical supplies away—she'd have a certain Hydro user evaluate their condition the following morning). It was calming in its own way.

       Their heart leapt into their throat when the doors slammed open.

       There stood none other than Kaeya, drenched and panting.

       "Sir Kaeya!" the woman called frantically, rushing to his side to shut the doors before turning to him in search of any wounds. All he did was wordlessly brush her off.

       Earlier, they'd assumed it was physically impossible for them to cry any more, yet their eyes began to shimmer with the sheen of unshed tears upon his entry.

       A pathetic sob left their lips as they reached out in his direction, only comparable to the way would reach out for him or Diluc when they were small and had a nightmare. "Kae— Kaeya..!"

       The pulsing ache in their entire body made it so impossibly difficult to stand. A pair of strong arms caught them before they could fall when they did make an attempt to. He frantically pulled them close, one hand cradling the back of their head as if they were the most fragile thing to ever exist while the other wrapped securely around their waist, supporting the entirety of their weight.

       They tucked their face into the crook of his neck, hands pressed against his chest, and they sobbed. Incoherent apologies and declarations of love and trust spilled from their lips. Archons, what even were they apologizing for? They knew that they had done nothing wrong, and yet a heavy sense of guilt weighed on their chest.

       Kaeya only hushed their cries with such love and tenderness that it was clear he understood what they wanted to say.

*grace is a nun npc in mondstadt who can be found in the favonius cathedral at night. she is described as motherly to children who lack a parental figure or figures in their lives.

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[wardenparker]

You’re So Vain - Chapter 1

Dieter Bravo x female Reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Oscar winning star Dieter Bravo’s reputation is suffering after the debacle of “Cliff Beasts 6″ and “Beasts of the Bubble”, so his management team has signed him on to a publicity stunt to find his soulmate and show the world a softer side of the erratic and unpredictable star. The plan quickly go awry, though, when Dieter’s soulmate wants nothing to do with him. 

Rating: Teen. But this blog is *always* 18+ Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: *Blanket warning for chronic illness, cursing, and deceased family members. This is a Dieter fic, folks, so there absolutely will be discussions of drugs, drug use, and addiction.* Enemies to lovers, family hardships. Summary: Dieter meets with his team about their new strategy to fix his image problem, and you battle your best friend about how to respond to it when the campaign goes live.  Notes: Welcome to the Soulmate Sunday Family to our favourite Trash Can Man, Dieter Bravo! This is my first time writing anything enemies to lovers and Keri and I are having a blast with the secondary characters for this series. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it as much as we are!

Dieter slouches down in the stiff conference room seat, unsure why they couldn't spring for something more comfortable. Fuck knows they charge through the nose for their services so chairs that didn't feel like the pew at St. Mary's when he was six and forced to go to every damn Mass because his abuela was convinced that his soul was damned, wasn't beyond unreasonable in his opinion. Hungover and desperately craving a snort of something, his eyes narrow behind his sunglasses. Ridiculous indoors to some, but he needs them against the bright florescent lights in the conference room. "It wasn't a big deal." He huffs defensively, folding his arms over his chest and looks over at the grim faced, horribly dressed suits that represented his team.

"Maybe not to you." Libby, his manager of twenty years, shifts in her seat and holds her hands in her lap like an unhappy schoolmarm. "But Paramount rescinded your last offer and I had to dig my claws into the Ray-Ban reps to keep them from ditching your endorsement contract." The venti, 3-pump, skim milk, no foam, extra hot chai tea latte in front of her is now cold and that makes her madder than she likes. If she didn't appreciate the huge fucking percentage she gets from being Dieter Bravo's representation, maybe she wouldn't be sitting here pissed off and she could have enjoyed her coffee. Right now, the fact that she cares about him as a human is secondary to making sure his career doesn’t tank. "Dee, I don't think you understand how bad a beating the Bravo brand is taking right now."

"The Bravo brand." He curls his lip always hating the way Libby would say that. Like he was a fucking sneaker or some shit. "I don't understand why this is being blown out of proportion. I did coke. I always do coke. It's not like it's a big fucking secret. I was bored and fucking trapped in that goddamn hotel shooting the movie you—" He points his finger at PR manager Phil, a snarky little shit that reminded him of a weasel. "Told me would be a fucking piece of cake. An 'easy payday' as you put it."

"It would have been if Carol Cobb hadn't tried to incite a rebellion." Phil contends, draining the last sip of his own coffee from a travel mug that was definitely half whiskey.

"Here's the thing." Libby sits forward in her chair again, wishing she had just put her plan into motion before talking to Dieter about it, but the rest of the team had overruled her on that. "Just because coke is a thing that you do does not mean that the rest of the world was going to be okay with it. Or that your fans were going to be okay with it. Now, we are going to have to do a rehab stint. No," she frowns again. "Don't roll your eyes at me, I already called Promises and got you your usual room. But we're going to need more than that this time."

"So what are we talking about?" He asks, looking around the table, very unhappy about the idea of going back to that fucking facility. He didn't give a shit how nice it was, it was all bullshit. "Visiting a few hospitals and kissing sick kids? I'm not a Marvel character." He scoffs. "I would look like shit in spandex."

"We have a very unique endorsement lined up for you," Phil tells him, looking around at the rest of his team. They had gone around and around on this idea for a week before making a move towards it and the fact that it landed well with the company in question was like early fucking Christmas for them. "Mate Marks."

"The soulmate app?" Dieter frowns, looking between the people on the opposite side of the table from him in confusion. "Wha— no." He spits out, shaking his head. "No, nope, not going to happen." He tells them quickly and starts digging into his pockets, looking for the acid that he had misplaced. "I'm not pretending to endorse that bullshit."

"You're not going to pretend anything." Libby tells him flatly. "It's all already set up."

"After this meeting I'm going to release the first social media burst." Phil adds firmly. "Dieter Bravo is looking for his soulmate."

His agent - Malcolm - pulls a press release out of the folder in the middle of the table and smacks it down in front of their client. "When people hear about this there are going to be a lot more Dieter Bravo fans in the world."

"We're launching an international search for your soulmate." Libby goes on. "Mate Marks will weed out the obvious phonies and pass the decent possibilities on to us while you're in rehab. I'm sure it won't take long to find them. By the time you get out, we should have a name and address. We'll take a camera crew to their front door, and you will be charm itself."

"I don't need to find my soulmate." He whines, pouting and nearly stamping his feet like a petulant child. He doesn't want to find his soulmate. Is actually terrified of it, if the truth were to be told. Afraid of rejection, not being good enough. Needy and petulant were not traits someone wanted in a soulmate. "I'll build a hospital in a third world country or whatever."

"The wheels are already in motion, Dee." Of that, Libby made sure. She's known him long enough to know that finding his soulmate isn't on top of his list of life goals, and therefore long enough to care what happens to him. He thinks she's a cold bitch in a business suit and sometimes she can be, but Libby Pryce does give a fuck about her clients. Finding his soulmate will be good for him. As frustrating as he can be, Dieter has bright spots. "Ten days in rehab and your soulmate. That's the price of getting your career back on track."

"There's nothing else I can do?" Dieter demands, looking around to the stone-cold faces of the fucking vultures he pays. Desperately wanting to be thrown a bone.

"Well," Phil shrugs his shoulders. "You could always do the full two weeks for once."

Dieter slouches back again, glowering at all of them and kicking at another chair under the table. "Fuck me." He groans, begrudgingly accepting his fate.

"If you're lucky." Libby agrees brightly, satisfied that he isn't going to fight back too much on this little publicity stunt. He can be stubborn as a mule when he wants to be. "This is going to work, Dee. And who knows? Maybe you'll even like them a little."

"I fucking doubt it." He huffs, wondering how quickly this incident will blow over so he can go back to his life.

"Well, since we've had a chance to touch base on all this." Sliding the press release back into its folder, Libby surveys the team at the table with satisfaction. "Let's get you home so you can pack, okay? We'll have a car bring you to Promises and you can look forward to a little rest and relaxation while we get down to the dirty work of finding your soulmate."

“Right.” Dieter rolls his eyes and pushes himself to his feet, finally finding the pill that he had been looking for and pops it to his mouth. “My soulmate.” He murmurs, wondering what kind of person the universe picked out for him.

******

"And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" and it turned into a ballroom blitz...and the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you it'll turn into a ballroom blitz...ballroom blitz..." Singing along with your After School playlist as you cook dinner in the empty house is fairly par for the course on a weekday. It's your little ritual, enjoyed as an indulgence after you've gotten home from work and before your best friend - and sister-in-law and housemate - returns from picking up her little girl from daycare after her own long workday. Tonight will be a baked chicken and kid-friendly mashed potatoes and zucchini, all things that you have carefully learned to cook to accommodate your niece's copious dietary restrictions. The sound of the front door brings you out of your revelry and you turn down the volume on the speakers in the kitchen. "Steph?" You call your best friend's name as you thoroughly wash your hands in the sink. "How was work?"

Stephanie grunts, dumping her keys and trying to kick off her shoes while she holds the increasingly heavy child in her arm. “Talk about it later.” She calls out, immediately heading up the stairs to bathe Nora where she had had an accident after refusing to wear her pull ups.

"Got it!" You turn to grab the open bottle of wine from the fridge and a glass out of the cupboard, pouring out a glass for Stephanie and topping off your own. Now you're extra glad you picked up some ice cream at the grocery store when you stopped for dinner ingredients on the way home.

There are days Stephanie Valeria swears she would never have survived the last few years without you. You are her best friend, more than that - you are family. Moving in with her when her husband - your brother, Shawn - had succumb to his battle with long Covid, you were the only reason she was barely afloat. Although most months, the medical bills that come in make her soak in the bath and cry after Nora is asleep. “Come on baby girl.” She watches as her daughter holds onto the bar installed in the bathroom to help her from falling as she starts to strip her down. “After we clean you up, we can go see what Aunt Gigi cooked for dinner, okay?”

"'Kay." Nora looks up at her mom with tearful eyes, understanding just enough in her little mind to know that her mother is sad. "I sorry I got messy, Mommy."

“Don’t you worry about that.” Stephanie crouches down and thumbs away the tears in her daughter’s eyes, reminding herself that the young girl couldn’t help her body sometimes doesn’t let her know her needs. She had just wanted to be like the other kids and she wouldn’t shame her for that. “We’ll get everything fixed up like it didn’t happen, okay?”

"'Kay." She nods her little head seriously, being at an age where she tends to take her mother at her word in all things except when extra dessert or watching a movie past bedtime are concerned.

After a quick bath, Stephanie brings her downstairs and walks into the kitchen. “Say hi Aunt Gigi!”

"Hey, there's my girl!" You kneel down and open your arms for a hug when you hear them behind you, guessing that Nora must have had another accident since she's scrubbed clean and in new clothes. The toddler screeches a happy "Gigi!" and comes straight to you, giggling happily when you swing her up in your arms and set her on your hip. "Did you have a good day at daycare today, sweet girl?"

"Uh huh." She nods and gives you a sweet smile before she rocks forward, nearly catapulting herself out of your arms so she can see what you are cooking. Because it's nearly an everyday occurrence, Stephanie doesn't have a heart attack and walks over to the fridge to start pulling out Nora's evening medications to get them ready to take with dinner. "What's dinner?"

“Herb roasted chicken, zucchini, and Nora’s very favorite mashed potatoes.” You smile gratefully when Nora claps at the announcement. Because of how sick she is, sometimes she’s too nauseous or in too much pain to eat and even smelling food can make her cry at those times. Right now, though, she seems to be okay. “And for dessert there’s pound cake and cherry sauce. So we’re definitely gonna eat all our veggies, right sweet girl?”

She pouts but gives you a begrudging nod. She doesn’t love zucchini, but you make it taste almost yummy. Instead, she zeros in on the important thing. “Cake!” She squeals happily.

“That’s my girl.” Carefully setting her down again, you nudge the second glass of wine you poured toward Steph with a tired smile. “And grown-up juice for Mommy and Gigi.”

“When can I have that?” Nora asks, eyeing the liquid that looks like juice.

“Probably never, sweetie,” Steph tells her honestly. “People with the kind of sickness you have can’t drink grown-up juice even when they’re grown-ups.” The list of dietary restrictions for Nora is far longer than the list of what’s good for her, and struggling to make the same bland ingredients taste good in different ways to her four-year-old has been something she has been grateful for your help on. “Remember the word the doctors taught you? Digestion? Grown-up juice is a no-no for digestion.”

“This is bullshit.” Nora huffs under her breath, using her mother’s favorite saying when she isn’t happy with something.

“Nora Skye.” Steph’s eyes narrow at her daughter in that way that looks intimidating, but you can tell she’s trying not to laugh. “What did you just say?”

In the way that young children will do, push boundaries, Nora narrows her eyes back at her mother. “This is bullshit.” She repeats a little louder.

“Alright.” Steph shrugs, crossing her arms at her daughter matter-of-factly. “Little girls who curse don’t get dessert, so I guess no cake for you tonight.”

Nora scrunches her face up in a combination of horror and bewilderment. “You say it.” She accuses plaintively, like that is a good reason that she should be allowed. “All the time, when you look at the ‘fuckin’ bills.”

“That’s three times, Nora Skye.” Steph knows that her daughter knows curse words are bad words, but since she’s self-aware enough to realize that the girl probably wouldn’t be hearing these things if not for her, she just sighs. “No dessert for three days, end of discussion. You know that bad words are for big girls.”

“Not hungry anyway.” The younger girl huffs under her breath, wiggling to get down from your arms with the beginnings of tears in her eyes.

You sigh, leaning back against the stove with a drawn face as Nora runs off to her room as fast as her little legs will carry her. There truly are days when you just don’t know what to say in situations with your niece and being a bystander in this particular moment makes you feel like you’re a shit aunt on top of everything else. “This is why I teach high school.” You murmur softly, shaking your head.

Stephanie scrubs her hand down her face with an exhausted sigh. “Maybe I’m being too hard on her.” She murmurs after a moment. “She’s four, she’s not a teenager.”

“Maybe we just save the swearing until we know she’s gone to bed? She’s getting it from both of us, and the last thing you need is to get a call from her kindergarten teacher next year when she’s moved on to compound swears.” Although the image of a five-year-old saying motherfucker does amuse you more than it should. “How was work?”

Another heavy sigh, and Stephanie pulls the wine glass towards her as if all the answers to her problems can be found in the bottom of the glass. She gulps down a large sip and looks over at you with only a slight amount of panic in her eyes. “They have to cut my hours.” She tells you, biting her lip and taking another large sip of her wine.

“No…” That means your extremely tight budget is about to get tighter, and the stress level in the house is about to go up again. A house that you can’t really afford anymore and a stress level that is already three stories past the roof. “I’m so sorry, honey. Did they give you a reason?”

Her lip trembles as she tries to fight back tears, feeling hopeless once again. “Not enough hours for everyone and I call out a lot.” She closes her eyes, desperately wishing she were stronger, feeling like such a failure in life. “I miss Shawn.” She whispers.

"Steph..." Without hesitation, you set your glass back down on the counter and wrap your friend up in your arms, gently swaying from side to side just like it's Nora against your chest and not her mother. "I miss him, too, honey. Every day." Your brother was always an emotional rock. He had a killer job that he could do from home for half the week, and he had the practical know-how to get things done around the house without having to call a repairman ninety percent of the time.

Shawn and Steph were perfect compliments - a doer and a dreamer who combined forces to make things always feel possible even when they were far-fetched. And Covid had reduced him to a shell of himself before it took him completely. "I'll see if I can find something better than waiting tables for summer work this year. We'll get through it, I promise." Even if you have to take two summer jobs, or god forbid three, you'll do whatever it takes to bring in more money. The school year only has a week left and then you can be working on lesson plans and paperwork any old time of day. You will find a way to help.

"I can't ask you to do that." Steph practically sobs, feeling guilty that she can't do this by herself. The life insurance was quickly eaten up by the medical bills but still didn't put a dent in them, and their savings had dwindled down to nothing while he was battling the virus. "I— I don't know what to do." She confesses softly. "I started looking for another job, but I'm scared to leave. Not have health insurance for Nora - shitty as it is."

"You're not asking me, honey, I'm offering." You just hug her tighter, grabbing a paper towel off the roll on the kitchen counter with one hand and slipping it to her to let her keep crying. "We're family. We take care of each other. End of story."

"I shouldn't have to." She takes the paper towel and wipes her eyes. "I should be able to do this on my own. Shawn trusted me to take care of Nora and myself and I'm - I'm failing."

"Of course Shawn trusts that you'll take care of Nora." The instinct to hold her tighter would probably smother her so you run your thumb soothingly over the peak of her shoulder. "But that also means knowing when to ask for help, Stephy. You're not a failure if you can't do it alone, you're just human." Having moved into the house while your brother was sick, you saw firsthand the way that Steph would look at things as her burden and her burden alone until you just stood in the middle of the mess and forced her to accept your help. "And honey...it's not your fault that Nora is sick. That came from Shawn's and my side of the family, so literally none of this is your fault in any way. We're going to get through this as a family."

"I –" She gives another great, heaving sigh and her shoulders sag under the weight of everything that she is feeling. "Enough with me bringing down the mood." She pulls back and shakes her head as if to shake of the negative feelings. There wasn't a whole hell of a lot that she could do right now anyway.

"Go check on your little sailor and I'll put dinner on the table." You offer, wiping the remnants of tear tracks from her cheeks. "After dinner we can break out Woody, Buzz, and Jessie and watch Toy Story 2?" Nora's current film addiction happened to be a little retro but she's in love with it and it will make it that much better when the Lightyear movie comes out soon.

Steph chuckles and shakes her head. "God save me." She murmurs, reaching out and taking your hand to squeeze gently. "Thank you." She whispers softly.

“Anything for my favorite sister.” You shoot her a wink and a grin as she heads toward the stairs, then start pulling out plates and utensils to set the table. Tomorrow, you decide, you’ll start applying for extra summer work. Whatever it takes.

Stephanie takes the stairs slowly, walking past family photos, Shawn holding Nora with a giant, beaming smile on his face. Running in the yard and chasing after the curly haired girl, both of them laughing and Nora seemingly carefree. Her issues hadn't made themselves known yet, leaving 2020 to dump all the nightmares onto her family in one swoop. Coming up on her daughter's door, she hears the soft hiccups, indicating that she had been crying. Understanding the feeling completely, she knocks so she doesn't startle her and pushes the door open. "Hey sweetheart." She calls softly, seeing her sitting on her little bed and holding her doll in her arms, the last one that her father had given her. Again, making another pang of guilt flood Stephanie. "Are you ready to talk?"

“I’m s-sorry I said bad words, Mommy.” Nora hiccups, kicking her little socked feet on the edge of her bed and looking down at the doll in her lap. While she knows she did something wrong she doesn’t really understand what’s so bad about some silly words. But it still made her mother upset.

"I know." Softening, she walks over and sits down on the bed, wrapping her arm around her daughter and pressing a kiss to her braided hair. "I know we've talked about bad words before, but I know that it's not fair that I say them when I'm frustrated." It’s true, she had gotten bad about hissing the curses under her breath and obviously Nora was picking up that habit. "How about we both promise really hard not to say them, okay?"

“Does Auntie Gigi get to say them?” She asks, sniffling into her mother’s embrace but trying hard to understand the rules.

"Aunt Gigi is going to try hard not to say them too." Steph promises, smiling at how much she loves her Aunt Gigi and wants to be like her. Thank god for you and that silly, sweet nickname you had come up with. Her own mom wanted to be called Gigi. Had cooed and clapped when her only child had announced she was pregnant with her first child. Only to be taken from this earth before she ever got to meet Nora. Six months pregnant and just really starting to show beyond the 'have you gained weight?' comments, you had saved Steph's sanity at the funeral, blurting out that you were going to do double duty. You were going to be Nora's aunt and her Gigi, thus Aunt Gigi was born.

“No more bad words at all.” Nora seems to at least be able to get behind a family effort and she nods in her mother’s arms. “I sorry,” she repeats sadly, not liking when her mom or Gigi is upset.

"It's okay baby." Another kiss to her head, a soft, soothing hand that strokes her gently. "I think I was a little too harsh on your punishment." Stephanie has such a hard time taking away desserts from Nora, especially ones that she can eat, during times when she can eat. "How about instead no dessert, we go to bed thirty minutes early tonight?" She offers. "Ten minutes for every bad word?" It's fair, and still reinforces that there are consequences for bad behavior.

“‘Kay.” Though the prospect of still being punished doesn’t sound like fun, Nora perks up at getting cake back. However, one very important question still remains. “Do I still get to have a bedtime story?”

Stephanie laughs, the first bright spot in her rough afternoon and she grins down at her daughter. "You still get a bedtime story." She assures her, always wanting to reinforce that love of reading and storytelling. "Let's go downstairs and eat, huh? Aunt Gigi might think that we don't like her cooking anymore."

“But we doooooo!” Nora jumps down from her bed and thunders downstairs with the resilience that only little kids seem to have.

Stephanie takes just a second, chuckling and shaking her head before she follows after her daughter.

******

The bottle of wine comes out again after Nora has gone to bed, and you and Steph are sitting in the backyard with your glasses of grown-up juice swapping TikToks or telling stories from the day. Since your seniors have already graduated it’s coming up on final exam time for the rest of your students, which puts you in an interesting spot as an art teacher. Instead of proctoring tests you’re observing presentations, and that means you’ve had some absolute doozies in terms of bullshit that the kids have tried to get away with. Not being particularly artistically talented is one thing, but claiming that your final project was influenced by the great Renaissance painter Kurt Cobain definitely qualified as zero effort.

Steph leans back, looking up at the sky and smiles. She might be drowning in debt and sometimes hanging on by the edges of her fingernails, but she loved this house. Purchased with Shawn, she had conceived Nora in house, brought her home from the hospital and even, devastatingly, lost her soulmate here. This space holding so many memories for her the back yard that she and Shawn had renovated as soon as the keys were in their hands. The plans for a pool never happened but Nora enjoyed the kiddie pools when she got them.

“I just want to watch dumb TikTok dances, why must I watch ads?” You bemoan, having accidentally closed the app while flipping between videos. Now, on the reopen, you’re ready to swipe the ad away immediately when you see that it’s for Mate Marks. There is nothing that the soulmate matching app could possibly offer you, and you self-consciously tug at the long sleeves of your shirt that you wear despite the summer night’s warmth. The less you look at your shared marks, the better for your sanity. It’s in that split second, though, that the audio on the ad erupts. A classic rock-style instrumental track plays over a clip of him. Dieter Bravo hugging fans and waving in a collage of promotional video moments all cherry-picked to make him look his ‘best’ and seem less like the selfish asshole the whole world knows him to be. “Finding my soulmate would mean the world to me.” The audio says, in a way that makes you wonder if it’s just spliced together from interview sound bytes. “I’m hoping they’re out there somewhere, ready with an open mind and an open heart.” You shudder, nearly throwing your phone across the backyard in an effort to shut the damn app quickly, but it’s too late. Steph’s head has already perked up. “Fudge. No.” You tell her immediately, strained with the effort of not immediately letting loose every swear you’ve ever heard in your life. “NO.”

"He's looking for you." Steph rocks forward violently and snatches your phone out of your hand so she can watch the ad. "Oh my God, he's looking for you!" She squeals, looking up at you and grinning. "Come on! You aren't the least bit curious?"

“No.” You repeat rather violently, picking at your long sleeves again. “I have absolutely no desire to be a publicity stunt because I’m sure that’s all that that is.” Any and all mention of your soulmate is considered strictly off limits in your house - even Shawn had abided by that rule despite your older brother loving to tease you - ever since his marks started showing up on you as a preteen to the usual curiosity had been frustration for you. “I’m sure somebody else has gotten his tattoos by now. Let him find them.”

"You still aren't over that?" Stephanie huffs and rolls her eyes, reaching for your arm and shoving up your sleeve to reveal the large black triangle. "It was years ago and it didn't even happen to you. You know, he might have changed? He was just starting out, fame and all that bullsh-oney" She cuts off the curse. "Bologna. Like it or not, you are Dieter Bravo's soulmate."

“I do not like it.” Snatching your arm back, you pull your sleeve back into place with a grimace. “I’m perfectly happy in my life and I don’t need it interrupted by some self-important butthead,” the word does not even begin to describe what you know of the man.

"It could just be his public persona?" Steph doubts it, but there is always that chance. Act obnoxious in front of the cameras either for attention or to keep them from looking too hard at him.

"After this long?" You have no doubt that it could have started that way, but after a few decades it's more than likely just who he is. "Would you really want him around Nora? All the drugs and the completely reckless behaviour? That's not the kind of person who would be a good influence over her."

"I think that he can't be all bad." Stephanie tells you. "Honestly, I've watched all his movies, he's a good actor. A great actor actually." She shrugs when you give her a shocked look. "What? I stream them when I'm in my room since you want to pretend he doesn't exist. I never stopped being a fan, even if I was disappointed."

"Steph, the man looked you straight in the face when you asked for his autograph and walked away." The incident may be ten years past, but it had cemented your poor opinion of the universe's choice for you and you had sworn the day it happened never to give Dieter Bravo the time of day ever again. Since then you have not watched a single minute of film or read any interviews with him, and you certainly do your best to never think of him. "The only reason I give soulmates any credence whatsoever after the train wreck of a match I'm stuck with is because you and Shawn were soulmates."

"And?" Stephanie had been completely crushed at the time and slightly embarrassed but she also realizes that she was perhaps in the wrong for how she had ambushed him. "He is just as entitled to bad days or just saying no as any of us are." She reminds you. "He didn't owe me an answer. Would it have been polite? Yeah, but I also didn't have to walk up asking him for anything."

"I don't understand how you can be so forgiving." You shake your head, finally taking back your phone and closing the app to shove it into your pants pocket. "I hope the closest we ever get to that man is three feet on a sidewalk ten years ago."

“I don’t think you should just ignore your soulmate.” Stephanie murmurs quietly, rubbing the hand where her own soulmate mark, some dumb little tattoo that Shawn had gotten, a little star, had disappeared when he died. She had only gotten it replaced, duplicated on her skin, just after last Christmas. The money was a gift from her parents in Shawn’s memory.

"Well, I'm not entering some stupid contest." That isn't up for debate. Not even for a second. "If he wants to do a Prince Charming tour of southern California and show up on every single doorstep with a shoe and a sob story, maybe I'll actually look him in the eye and say 'no' to his face."

"Would you really?" She huffs out a laugh and shakes her head. "I honestly think you enjoy disliking your soulmate."

Grumbling slightly in indignation, you drain the rest of the wine in your glass in one go and pour a whole new one. "If your soulmate was Dieter fudging Bravo, you'd dislike it, too."

"I don't know." Steph shoots you a grin. "He is kind of hot. In that messy kind of way. Plus, I've heard he's great in bed."

"Oh gross." The gagging noise you make is animated just like the way you shudder in your seat. "Forty-something is too old to be relying on the messy-artists-are-sexy trope. And I want to know how much those girls were paid to sing his praises." Many - many - years ago the two of you had swooned over a younger Dieter Bravo in fan magazines, but those years are far behind you.

She smirks over her wine glass and hums. "It wasn't a girl that was spilling the tea." She doesn't completely believe your stance on your soulmate. You protest too much for it to be true loathing. Always wondering if you were scared of 'Dieter - fucking - Bravo' being your soulmate. Afraid that you wouldn't be enough for the eccentric star.

"Whoever they were, I'm sure they were compensated amply for their positive statement." You slump in your seat, arms crossed while you sip your wine with a scowl. "There is nothing he or I could possibly do for each other to make each other happy. End of story. So I have no interest." It's what you've told yourself for ten years and you'll be damned if you're going to let that philosophy go by the wayside now. Not when you have a career you've worked for and your family to help take care of. You wouldn't let God themselves get in the way of that.

"Whatever you say. " She's learned over the nearly twenty years as your best friend, that sometimes the easiest thing was to let something drop. You had a tendency to dig your heels in and held a grudge like no other. "I'm sure that he will be wrapped around some young starlet soon enough."

"Which is a whole other reason to pay this Mate Marks publicity stunt absolutely no mind." The decision is made in your mind, and that is that. You've gone your entire life with only your closest friends and family knowing the truth about your soulmate. There is no need for anyone else to ever know.

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Necro AU: Voicelines - About Necro

A/N: Just a little silly world building for my neglected AU. Enjoy, the handful of people that read this. Art by Maxim Lingert.

Ask Raiden Shogun:

The eighth element is a great danger to both the world and its inhabitants. Though intertwined with the foundations of this world, its free form causes calamity and destruction wherever it appears. Most of its creations are not unbeatable by mortals, but I still handle them myself nonetheless. Few know how to destroy them correctly. 

Ask Ei:

That name… it brings me memories. Good memories of a simpler time, when the world was still young. I witnessed all the miracles it can create, but also the destruction it inevitably brings about. To this day, understanding the purpose of its creation is a great challenge for my mind. I suppose… lesser beings truly can't understand a grandeur's design. 

Ask Miko:

Oh? So you have heard of it, little one? Hah, I suppose there's no reason for me to be surprised, you are not a common mortal after all. Few are aware of it, and those who are often try to disprove it. But it is very, very real, and very destructive. We kitsune have suffered greatly because of it. I hope you never have to face its wielders on your journey - they are just as lethal. 

Ask Kuki Shinobu:

Oh? Yes, Necro exists. How else would we all die? It's everywhere around us - I myself use it. Since Deki has a Necro Vision, I got to learn a lot about the element. But, if I'm being honest with you… I'd rather see him visionless. 

Ask Zhongli:

Ah… the element of death. Ush's magnum opus, and the counterbalance to life. A necessary, if terrible, piece to our world's puzzle. I know a great deal about it, but the ability to control it is not mine to hold. After all, I am a creation of life. All I know was told to me by my dear friend, Beleth… I wonder how he fairs now. We have not seen each other for… hundreds of years now. I would wish to see him before we inevitably meet on the battlefield again. 

Ask Ganyu:

N-Necro? Oh… yes. Such an element exists but… I wouldn't want to discuss it, please. It… brings b-bad memories…

Ask Xiao:

Huh? Necro? What of it? It's a great threat to Liyue, and all life in general. My task is to keep it at bay, with spear and wind, until it inevitably consumes me. My work would be much easier if only the foolish mortals saw it for as dangerous as it is… What? They don't know about it? 

Ask Shenhe:

Although I have not yet seen the undead, Master has mentioned them on several occasions. She is usually very talkative, but when I ask about when she first met them she seems to try and change the topic as fast as possible. Strange.

Ask Yelan:

Necro? Oh, right. The missing element… How do I know? Heh, well, it’s my job to know, is it not? From what I’ve found, even though now the undead are just the stuff of legends, my ancestors fought them in The Chasm all those years ago. From what I found, which wasn’t a lot mind you, they are terrifying opponents - both in skill and durability. 

Ask Beidou:

Necro? Yeah, of course I encountered it on my travels! There’s a land far North, about three hundred nautical miles East from the coast of Snezhnaya, known by many names - The Barren Lands, The Fractured Lands, The Shattered Lands, or just The Void. In this muddy and pitiful land we fought the dead made up of it. Don’t worry, though. They are nowhere near as lethal as the folk tales say. They’re slow, stupid, and equipped with rusting weapons. Come again? Oh, we don’t usually stay there to look for treasure. This land has a… strange effect on the crew.

Ask Venti:

Ah, how long I have not heard this name. Necro is responsible for all the pain and suffering you see around you. It’s not inherently evil, however. Without it, there would be no you or me. Quite poetic, isn’t it?

Ask Dainslief:

Oh? You want to know more about it? Well, I have to disappoint you. I can’t tell you anything other than the basics, I’m afraid. I’m still looking for answers myself. It is real, and it is a grave danger. As far as I know, it has its own Archon, but I haven’t yet learned their name. From what I found, they were the divine ruler of my nation. This fact… I’m still struggling to fit it into the whole picture. 

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a sad memory for Cecilia?

(this one includes massive spoilers for the Sumeru archon quest for anyone who might not have played that yet lmfao)

The trip to Sumeru was an arduous one with the world now flipped upon its head by a threat they gave their all to quell as divine protectors of Teyvat.

Success meant everything and nothing at the same time as Barbatos finds his reasons for making the journey in the first place even more desolate than the tattered world around him.

They had won, but at what cost?

He teeters between these two ideals—wonder and gratitude.

Wonder, because perhaps total annihilation would've been the better end. Because then there'd be no more pain—no one left to cry out for a savior in the empty, broken streets of the land he'd cultivated like seeds now withering away.

Gratitude, because he knows deep down that his bard would've hated to see it end this way—would've hated for such suffering to continue with no cheerful reprise to this haunting elegy.

Barbatos pulls his white robe tightly around him with the bright memory of that young bard in his mind and moves on, limping along the path with his head down, hood up, and his wounds fruitlessly covered.

The pitstop he made at Windrise several hours earlier did what it could to stave off the corruption, but he didn't feel quite alone in his thoughts as he passed through Liyue, and he certainly doesn't feel much safer now as he treks onward through the rainforest.

Needless to say, he's not of sound body or mind to be going through with this. None of the remaining gods are, but... as one of the final few, this is far too important.

And it is only the first stop of many.

There is no designated resting place yet made for the archon he is visiting. In fact, the people likely don't even know their god has fallen trying to preserve it all just yet.

But the wind is quiet now. The leaves hardly rustle as he sends gales through the trees, and the sand hardly kicks up as zephyrs blow their way around the desert in search for her, his old friend.

The gods always realize when one of their own has fallen. Though he is greatly weakened from the war, he always knows when they've taken their last breath.

And so, tenderly, he pulls out a cecilia he had tucked away within the long shirtsleeve of his robe as he pauses at last somewhere between the forest and the desert. Any location will do, he knows, because the soil and sand he now walks on is in all of its entirety... her home. He knows she will be greatly remembered by the people here.

And greatly missed, too.

"I'd sing you a song of parting," he murmurs hoarsely, clutching at his side as he bends down to place the flower upon the ground. "But I'm not quite in shape enough to do so. I hope the sentiment behind a lone cecilia will be enough."

And then he laughs pitifully into the open air, a drop of salty rain not from the endless sky above now spilling onto the grains at his feet and clumping them up by his toes.

"Oh, of course it is, knowing you and your infinite insight," he whispers out shakily. "Rest well..."

"Greater Lord Rukkhadevata."

****

"Barbatos," addresses the dendro archon. He can see the weight of a question behind her emerald eyes—something pressing that must be eating her up inside. But there are more important matters to tend to first.

"No need to be so formal with me, Buer," he teases a little, taking a small bow. "For I am Venti, the best bard of the mortal realm! You needn't call me anything else."

"Well then, Venti," the archon corrects. "May I ask you something not as Buer, the God of Wisdom, but rather... as Nahida, your friend?"

"Only for an apple," he replies jokingly before softening, the sincerity in his eyes sparkling like morning dew on flower petals. "But since this is our first official meeting post-imprisonment, I'll answer anything you like for free. Though I'm surprised that, as the God of Wisdom, you'd want to hear it from me."

The girl puts her hands behind her back shyly. "While I have unlimited access to Irminsul for information on any topic I please, this isn't something I want to research," she explains, looking at her feet. "I wanted to ask a more... reliable source."

Venti's brow furrows with confusion he won't say aloud.

More reliable than Irminsul?

With a deep breath in and out, the archon asks her question.

"What kind of person was I to you predating the Cataclysm? And no, I don't need tales of any gallant deeds, or what kind of god I was, because I've heard plenty of those from my supporters," she clarifies before looking up at Venti with large eyes filled to the brim with a form of luck even she herself must not understand.

"What I'm asking is... who was I to you?"

And though she doesn't remember any of it—any of the grief, the sorrow he felt as he made his rounds searching for signs of life from the original seven, something, anything—he can only be grateful that through it all, he was wrong to pronounce her dead when he initially found no traces of her.

She's alive, he had thought with a warm exhale of relief when he heard the news of her return.

She's alive...

#genshin impact venti #genshin venti #venti genshin impact #venti #venti ask blog #ask venti #greater lord rukkhadevata #nahida #genshin nahida #dendro archon #genshin buer #cecilia flowers #cecilia #sumeru #sumeru spoilers #y'see what makes it sad is the fact that Venti can't remember the person he was mourning haha hahahaha #I'm definitely sane #been writing a lot of nameless bard angst so I thought I'd keep it fresh

[sincerelyandyourstruly]

on duty, sin, & recompense

what is a sin is defined by that religion’s scriptures, which are ostensibly the Word of God. therefore, it follows that what is and isn’t a sin is flexible depending on the context and religion, and technically, if your god tells you you have not sinned, then you have not sinned by the Word of God.

it is rather human, then, to arrogate oneself to reject the Word of God and insist upon one’s alleged sin, for humans are, by their nature, imperfect.

xiao is not a sinner, not in venti’s eyes. even in his youth of stealing dreams, he was himself a victim and not a violator, as he lacked the freedom, the autonomy, to choose.

i think xiao likes contracts because they gave his life structure and direction. he came out of a very overwhelming situation when he signed his contract — how does he live with himself now that it’s in his hands? there is so much he needs to atone for — i think he might have killed himself (or at the very least let himself die) had zhongli basically not said, “here’s what you can do to improve this shitty world you helped make.”

and that’s why he struggles to give up his duty to this day in canon— he’s served for over 2,000 years, but that’s a mere two hundred lifetimes out of the presumably hundreds or even thousands more he stole. it’s not until he feels like he’s paid enough back that he can put down his spear and have his life be his own again. debt forgiveness is simply not a thing to him.

as the last remaining yaksha, xiao feels like he must carry on and honor the legacy of his elder siblings. in order to do that, he must act in a way that would make them look good? competent? while compensating for their absence at the same time. but their absence also gives him this sense of futility. he will meet his end sooner or later, but his desire to maintain their legacy, as someone who fought until the end, motivates him to both live and die. live to his death, i suppose.

he feels trapped by his own life, a butterfly fluttering helplessly inside a glass jar.

or perhaps it’s less that his life is the butterfly, but his duty, the butterfly; his life, the jar. his life is not enough for what his duty demands, for his sins to be paid fairly, but he will hold on to what he has until he collapses because it’s all he believes he can do.

why do we fight for things to be fair, for debts to be paid? how do we justify our own cultural values? xiao fights for the safety, protection, and prosperity of liyue and its people, because he doesn’t want them to suffer under his hand again, suffer as he had before he had them to take care of. because he feels he is not enough, for his past actions have made him lesser.

there's a particular imagery i like to imagine liyue characters feel very strongly as a result of their cultural upbringing around "contracts". in it, one's heart is placed on one end of a brass scale, while every action of worth one has done is placed on another. ideally, these things will at the very least balance out, and you will have lived a good life, one that made you worth keeping around.

xiao feels as if his sins (time under the evil god → contract w/zhongli) are on the heavy side of a literally broken scale, so that no matter how much he tries to tithe, the other pan never rises. to have something nice would simply be adding to the wrong side, for relief is the opposite of what he owes, and he will simply have to pay that back twice over later as a result.

venti relates to the struggle of legacy, obviously, and sees xiao’s futile struggle against his fate motivated by that, and is reminded of why he refuses to give in to the powers of celestia, even though he knows that, like xiao, he will either die holding on to his values/ideals or be forced to accept unfair actions to keep going. the difference btwn them, ofc, is that venti thinks xiao to be a man more sinned against than sinner himself.

#xiaoven #2 #3 #4 #5 #suicide mention #y'know. to be polite abt my essays and the subject matters they touch on. #gi #xvn #this is actually modified slightly from the version that exists on my neocities to facilitate its new context

[primojade]

𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎

Hello, dreamerーthis is a place where thousands of stories were born, yet none are forgotten ! My name is Jade, and i'm a wandering auteur and artist! in any case, its a pleasure to meet you :>

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

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I am a suffering university student (with a pursuing degree in business management!) so updates may be sporadic.

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I love a certain fictional alchemist and a botanist a normal amount :3

I'm AR60 on Europe server, AR59 on Asia server and AR58 on America server, but I'm afraid I'm not currently open to co-op rn since I have a very...personal reasons as to why heh. I won't be able to give you my UID in public as well (unless ur a moot! If so, feel free to ask me!) because my family plays Genshin with me and they certainly know what's my account 😂 I'd rather not have them know I write fanfics afー

I main Albedo (he's C4 now! and planning to c6 him soon!), but I usually switch to my C6 Diluc 💀. My team mostly consists/rotates between Xiao, Tighnari, Ayato, Kazuha, Hu Tao, Venti, Raiden and Zhongli. Not so proud of their builds though and I'm dumb when it comes to meta stuff so I won't be able to help you much if you ask me xD

Not so fun fact: I benched my Ayaka and C2 Keqing because they're poorly built 💦 did I mention that the rascal ginger dude didn't come home to me in ALL of his banners? 🙂

Pulling for wanderer cons!!

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[petitexmagician]

Lantern Rite Finale thoughts under

I was often wondering where the Fontaine cast was during the Lantern Rite after we met Charlotte, though it did feel okay to see Navia, Clorinde and Furina with the last meet up was with Neviulette at Fontaine to my honest surprise.

It is good to see that Furina is doing well, though I did get excited to see Furina and Zhongli interact based on his line I read on the wiki about her - or more so Focalors, it was amazing to see him try and help her with her creative thoughts. Though maybe because Hu tao was present he couldn't tell her that he gave up his position as Archon in an almost similar way her "mirror self" did.

The one thing I wasn't surprised over is Zhongli purposefully avoiding Neuvillette - regardless of whether or not his position as Archon is over with, this recently revealed almost a thousand year old dragon is out for getting him, Venti, Ei along with the Pyro and Cryo Archons to a trial for the actions they've done under Heaven P.

Yet the only Archon and Sovereign Dragon relationship that is somewhat decent is between Nahida and Apep - the latter merely watching how the former's progress will go. Maybe that's also why Neuvillette doesn't want to put Nahida in the same spot as the rest of the Seven because she actively reached out to her nation's Sovereign Dragon and even saving them from their suffering. This really gets me excited for Natlan after this whole thing because Murata is the Pyro Archon and the God of War in a nation where Dragons are a norm, hell we might have characters like Dan Heng and the little dragon from Star Rail too when the nation gets revealed!

#ooc // let's start the show! #it's just a huge ramble under sorry-

[royal-ruin]

genshin fic recs (part ?)

diluc ragnvindr / childe | tartaglia

*Sweet Children of the Ice by MeiliSheep (~30k)

A chance meeting begins to melt centuries-old ice. That single meeting sparks a change in Snezhnaya and Mondstadt. Eventually, maybe even the whole of Teyvat.

A young Diluc, on a business trip with his father, gets lost and gets helps from a woman calling herself "Anya". Diluc begins to wonder if Anya's warmth and kindness is what a mother would be like.

btw anya is the tsaritsa. mostly about diluc and the tsaritsa but has a decent amount of diluc/childe towards the end.

zhongli / childe

*sins run faster by il_venti_doro, Lord_Bonicus (~136k)

In which Ajax's Definitely Normal High School Life is completely fucked over by gang warfare, Zhongli, and emotional trauma. Because he wasn't supposed to fall in love with the heir to a man he's supposed to kill.

highschool au where childe is part of a gang that wants him to get close to zhongli to get to zhongli’s father.

Private Ledger of the Eleventh Harbinger by JuHuaTai (~6k)

[“So guess what I did next?”

Ekaterina contemplated not answering, but Harbinger Tartaglia was just… grinning and waiting. It’s honestly rather creepy the longer time passed.

In the end, she gave a long suffering sigh that seems lost on him, “You bought him the Erhu—“

“I bought him the antique, cor lapis based Erhu,”]

When she first left her homeland for the unknown nation of Liyue, Ekaterina was ready to be many things: To be a soldier, to fell Tsaritsa’s enemies in her name, to bring glory to Snezhnaya and her leader.

Being a receptionist in a cozy bank wasn’t so bad in comparison, but she absolutely can do without the front row seat to Harbinger Tartaglia’s (expensive) love life.

featuring childe as zhongli’s wallet.

The Truth is That You’re Loved by OldeShoestrings (~5k)

The one where Childe is an infamous superhero and Zhongli is the oblivious history professor he's very much in love with.

Or a world where superheroes, villains, and superpowers exist. As seen by Zhongli throughout his very much boring life.

venti / xiao

the history teacher is a married man by april (aprilfalls) (~13k)

["Excuse me, mister— I mean Xiao," spoke one particular student in the 4th period before class began. Her lips were stretched into a demon-eating grin, and the look in her eyes screamed potential danger.

"Yes, Hu Tao?" Xiao drowns his long-suffering sigh in his throat; a habit formed to not fuel the demonic energy that Hu Tao runs on.

Hu Tao swallows, which does nothing to dampen her terrifying smile. "I'm sorry for prying, Mister-I-Mean-Xiao, but is that a ring I see on your hand?"

Oh Barbatos, here it comes now.]

or: four nosey kids, and the things it takes for them to realize that two of their teachers are married... to each other.

all tender yellow blue by Halsey (~1k)

[Venti couldn’t find Xiao.

Normally if he searched the winds, he would find him. That would be reserved to citizens of Mondstadt and those who worship him, unless they had an anemo vision.

This worried Venti for many reasons. Why couldn’t he find Xiao? Did something happen? There should be no reason he’d suddenly stop, unless he was disconnected from the winds somehow or…

He decided to go to Liyue and find out.]

Or Venti finds an injured Xiao.

#Genshin #genshin fic rec #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #Childe #diluc x childe #childe x diluc #childe x zhongli #zhongli x childe #zhongli #venti #xiao #xiaoven #xiao x venti #venti x xiao #zhongchi

[yunrulestheworld]

Ok so I’ve been thinking about the elements in genshin and the reason why each character would get this specific vision.

Mostly been thing this with Anemo because of Jean. Her being the old one out as far as I’m aware.

We know that visions are given to someone who possess a extreme level of ambition that the gods look in favor of them. If that is the case that visions would be more random, IF that was the case than only a few people that have a specific vision would have something in common with someone who has the same vision.

IF that was the case that we won’t be seeing similarities in all theses different characters, with different backgrounds, and different ways on how they got one. I believe that someone needs to meet a criteria to actually get a specific type of vision.

Now so far I only don’t Anemo and looked into the past of most of these Anemo characters but I think I got it or at least a bit.

To get a Anemo vision one must have a sense of freedom, and must suffer though freedom it self.

By what I mean from that is that one must face the consequences of freedom that someone has achieve no matter how much it pains you.

People like Venti Kazuha Xiao Hezou, who had to suffer though the fact that friends and loved ones are now free from their pains/life. They also have to suffer though the consequences their friends made with their own freedom. (ex: Venti’s and Kazuha’s friend)

Sucrose has to deal with the fact that she lost her best friends because of the freedom her friends had. How the drifted away only leaving Sucrose to hope to fulfill the dream they had despite not being together anymore

Scaramouch/Wanderer who has to deal with the fact that he himself is now free. Something that pain him so much. The fact that he gain his freedom by not being a right fit for Ei. Along with trying to adjust to being completely free now (from his past and all the people from it)

And Sayu? Well it the fact that she’s finally free from her master, that makes her feel anxious. She doesn’t want to “leave the nest” or an other words be free because then she has to be alone.

Finally we have Jean. Personally I find Jean to me the odd ball in the mix. I even think that she more suited for a Geo, if it wasn’t for the one factor. She doesn’t have freedom of her own. We know from a young age there been pressures on Jean. When she became a knight things got worst. Many people rely on Jean even if they don’t really need her. Because of the freedom of other people she has no freedom herself.

I’ll add more on this when the other characters are out. But this is what I have so far.



[paleroze]

I had fun reading genshin books and I decided to write some notes with "what the hell Alice (Klee's mother) had been doing" using the Teyvat Travel guide!

Mentions of: Kaeya, Venti, Jean, Kujou Sara, Kamisato Ayaka, Amber, Zhongli, Xiao, Vennessa, Yae Miko & Yoimiya

Alice has an Idea to build a huge spinning ball shaped cell in the center of the valley in Dadaupa Gorge and throw all the hilichurls into it. And she wants to feed the old and weak ones to the strong ones to generate energy to power the mills in Mond.

She thinks Venti is a bit too undisciplined. She wants to blow up Starsnatch cliff to flatten the terrain and thinks that would make mond much looks nicer. But Kaeya rejected her proposal and told her to stay away from the place.

Alice thought Vennessa was ascended to Celestia by a launching device. She even tried to send hilichurls to put to a test, but the longest flying distance was from Windrise to hunters' huts around Springvale, she was disappointed with the result. Due to the unsuccessful experiment, Jean sent Amber to keep tabs on her.

She tried to offer a more "nicer" effect with Amber's Barron bunny, Alice thought that if she worked on Amber's explosive toy, it could blow up the whole forest (Whispering Woods). Amber was scared of her offer. Still, she thinks that an explosive stuffed toy is a good idea and must try it out next time.

On Brightcrown Canyon, she tried to put Hilichurls inside the ruin guard to control it but failed, the Ruin guard got split into pieces and for the fate of the hilichurl that was strapped onto it, she didn't gave the full details since it was too gory.

She blew up some arcades in Stormterror's lair so people can climb up the tower more easily, and she thinks it looks good and feels more ancient.

During Alice's travel in Liyue, She saw Xiao in Wangshu Inn and thinks that he's a weirdo.

She thought that the foxes in Guili Plains gives a fruity aroma when roasted because the Liyue locals complain that they keep eating their fruit offerings to the Geo Archon.

The guard that was suffering from stutters on the checkpoint on the main road was cured by Alice but the potion she made had a minor side effect, making him imitate everyone he come across with.

Alice wonders if all the water was drawn out in Jueyun Karst, perhaps it would find itself back on the ocean floor where it belongs. Alice was Zhongli's travel companion, she thought he's the sternest person she knows, but he seems most entertained by the theory that he won't stop laughing.

When she was collecting shells in Yaoguang Shoal, she made a necklace but it was crushed by the fisherman from the inn by sitting on it, He got injured from the shards of broken shell, Alice had to pay his medical bills as well.

She saw the giant conch shell and thought that repurposing the giant shell as a self-propelled boat would make it much easier for the old lady to rescue people from the sea. But after she lost control of the third prototype seashell-boat and it blew up, the old lady decided that she was not going to rescue Alice from the sea anymore.

She calls Yae Miko "Little Yae", meeting her again, she was ashamed that she can't make her cry easily as she used to anymore.

She hang out with Yoimiya and was about to help her improve some of the gadgets but a grumpy general (I don't know who it is, she did not state them) kept a close eye on them.

She injured Sara's left wing when preparing a medicine that would allow for flight in the imperial Kitchen, Sara was avoiding her ever since.

Alice also offered an idol group invitation six times to Ayaka.

#pale talks dumb shits #genshin impact #Genshin #kaeya alberich #Venti #Jean #Kujou Sara #kamisato ayaka #amber genshin impact #zhongli #xiao #yae miko #Yoimiya

[0-kuki-0]

This is a little work in progress written by yours truly using my oc (Nolu) and my platonic die or die trying Chicken’s oc (Syx).

For context, Syx is dating both Xiao and Aether because why have one pretty boyfriend when you could have two? Please don’t mind the ooc ness for any of the characters.

Also- can someone please tell me how to add the little read more on mobile? These posts tend to be long and well.. no poor soul wants to scroll past a wall of text. Apologies for poor formatting.

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"Hey babe!" The blonde cheered as he rushed forward and drew him into a hug, the other easily reciprocating.

He turned back to the crowd, and Syx relaxed a tad when he felt the familiar presence of Nolu appear behind him.

"This is my boyfriend, Syx! And that behind him," he stated, glancing back at a bloodied Nolu, sighing at the sight, "is a menace of society."

Nolu squawked in disbelief glaring at the blonde. "Hey braid buddy that's not very cash money of you! This blood isn't even mine?!"

Aether just slumped forward, taking a dramatic gasp before spinning around and pointing at her. Syx just sighed at their shenanigans.

"You stupid adventurer bard- that's the point!" He declared and the women placed her hands over her heart before whispering a minor 'fatal' under her breath.

"That's why your shoes raggedy Blondie!"

"That's why your god dead homophobe!"

"WE ARE BOTH GAY??"

"FUCK YOU"

Syx slinked past his boyfriend, starting up a conversation with the shocked crowd as the braided argued, their statements getting more and more outrageous.

"Greetings," he bowed his head slightly as he spoke, holding out a gloved hand.

The older (?) gentlemen, tall with long brown hair, wore a faint smile as he reciprocated the action.

The boy beside him however, jumped in front and knocked his hand out of the way, posing dramatically.

"It's nice to meet you! I'm Venti, Venti the bard!" Sparkles practically floated around the man as he spoke, a hand outstretched to Syx.

Meanwhile, he just sighed, practically collapsed in on himself.

"Another gremlin? Really? I thought Nolu would be the only one I would have to deal with in this lifetime." He pouted, suffering eternally.

The bards both let out offended gasps, Nolu jumping over travelers shoulder as she skidded to a stop before him.

"What's that supposed to mean buddy ol' pal? I'm your sibling! You're supposed to be nice to meee..." she whined, tugging on his sleeve.

"You've eaten demons for fun I think you'll be fine." He deadpans, the brunette gasping as their head back, placing an arm over her eyes as they oh so dramatically collapsed.

"Betrayed! Woah is me, a humble bard left behind by my only kin, to starve and suffer alone."

They fake sobbed from where they hung tightly on his leg.

Aether sighed before hooking his arms under her own and dragging them off of Syx. They let go easily- much to Aether frustration as they both tumbled backwards.

With a loud crash and oomph sounding as Nolu checked up on Aether- Syx began introducing himself to the 4 men.

"Greetings- as Aether has stated I am Syx. The woman over their is Nolu, my kin, please do not mind her."

The man from earlier pushed aside the bard, introducing himself as Zhongli from the Wangsheng funeral parlor.

The other two, following the brunette, did the same. Albedo and 'child'.

"That's a weird ass name- did your parents not love you or something?" He asked the ginger.

Chaos erupted as the ginger lunged at him, Syx cackling as the two fought.

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From hastily apologizing to Aether after causing chaos to pinning their brother and some random ginger child down, Nolu thinks today could have gone a lot worse.

"You! What were you thinking- antagonizing some leprechaun like that?! If Adriyan hears a word of this she will have our heads!"

"Leprechaun-?!" The ginger let out and offended gasp- a fatal mistake, dragging an irate former priestess's attention to him.

"And you! Gingerbread boy! What were you thinking?! Attacking the traveler's boyfriend and MY brother? What are you?! A child?!"

After saying that she suddenly paused, glancing down at the fallen ginger.

"..your not actually a child are you? How old are you kiddo?"

..”Nolu I swear to god if you adopt a GROWN ASS MAN-“

#genshin impact ocs #genshin impact #aether x original character #oc #« outofcharacter » ( ooc ) #Aether #Childe #Venti #Zhongli #mentioned Albedo #from high priestess to adventurer bard #and from royal guard to menace to society #we have dumbass ocs #mention other oc #mentioned Adriyan #tw swearing #genshin impact fanfics

[euthym1as]

since you wanted some more asks

imagine post-impostor au where your impostor has been running things for a very, very long time. they were cruel and sadistic, and even the slightest mistake in their presence would be punishable by death. the acolytes are desensitized to it all, coming to expect horrible punishment from who they believe to be their god.

but when they’re found out and the acolytes realize what they’ve done to you, they’re horrified. they expect to be tortured for weeks, months even, before finally being allowed to die, and they believe it’s what they deserve. they start preparing for it. the archons come to you with their weapons and you tense, but one by one they kneel in front of you and offer your their own weapon to execute them. they explain they accept their divine punishment, however you choose to enact it, and wait.

and now you’re left sitting there, thrust into this fucked up cult leader’s position with your supposed followers coming to you for execution.

ooooh okay archons time let's GOOOOO

The Archons expect divine wrath from you. You want to show them divine empathy instead.

Characters: Venti, Zhongli, Raiden Ei

- Venti, in giving you his bow, prepares for his memory only to live on in song. His green eyes look up at you in resigned sadness. He wished to be a good god for his people, and with the coming of the true Creator, he settled with the fact that his time had finally come to an end.

"What?! No! Your people love you." You take his bow in shock, looking at its harp shaped design. "Just because you got manipulated by that monster doesn't mean you deserve divine wrath. But your people are scared. They look up to you, and they're scared of me. I want to change that, but I know it'll take trust. Tell them I spared you out of love for the land we all walk on. Tell them I am a god of love and peace, not tyranny." - Zhongli meets you in Dihua Marsh, ready for his dust to float in the water along the currents of his beloved Liyue. He knows how things go, and he knows his contracts will be kept after his death. You were the true Creator, and your will was immovable and unquestionable. He lays his spear at your feet and asks that his soul ascend to Celestia to meet his Guizhong.

When you balk at his statement, he looks up in shock. This was the correct punishment for his crime, right? You shake your head and kneel to meet him.

"Zhongli, you have done a phenomenal job of protecting a land for thousands of years. I just got here. I don't know who made you think your work wasn't worth celebrating, or even that you should be punished for being manipulated, but that is not how I will let my people suffer. You have done enough to prove your worthiness. It is my understanding you wished to retire from Archon duties in peace, correct? Then you can do so- I have candidates for a Geo Archon in mind. You can rest."

- Raiden Ei has to be stopped from calling lightning down on Tenshukaku to 'remove her sin from Inazuma.' You catch up to her as fast as you can to try to explain to her that you don't do that. You're different. You will never hurt her to invoke your will. You give her a hug, and after she gets over the initial shock, she collapses into you, sobbing into your shoulder as Inazuma is now free of two tyrants. She begs for forgiveness, looking into eyes that had once sentenced her to torture, but seeing only empathy.

Today was a new dawn indeed.

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