#Anastasia Fatui

[yuriisclumsy]

𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾, 𝙰𝚌𝚝 𝙸𝙸: Honorary Knights

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𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒. 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:2430

Authors note: Sup, how's everyone's day? Amazing as usual I presume? Anywho- I've been trying out this new style of drawing as mine solidifies. Also, I've realized that if I make less drawings with colors these chapters go a lot faster because I can't continue writing if I have an idea for a scene. I NEED to finish the drawing then go back to writing (It's rare if I continue writing after an idea).

A week has passed since I discovered I was in a game.

Sirius helped clear the final temple, returning Mondstadt's elemental flow back to normal after a week straight of work. Paimon and he were on their way to Acting Grand Master Jean to report the good news.

Unfortunately for me, I happen to be walking in the same direction to renew the book I borrowed from librarian Lisa, lest she comes looking for me if I don’t inform her I need more time with it.

Talk about bad luck.

“So, [Name], what’s new? Do you have something interesting to tell us?” Paimon questioned me.

“Nope. Got nothing new,” I did not look at her when I said that.

She stumps her little foot in the air. “What? What about that book you’ve been reading?! Have you not learned anything new after a week of reading it!?” 

“Well, it’s nothing new for you. But it’s new for me. Lost memories, remember?”

“...What is the book about anyway?” She asked instead of responding to me.

“Teyvat’s history. I finished reading it, and I’m getting another one. This one was a very old edition.”

“Is Teyvat’s history that interesting to you?”

“Yes, very,” I nod. “What about you two? Anything else besides reporting back to Master Jean?”

“I wanted to ask them about the teardrop we found in the forest,” Aether responded. “It was left behind by Stormterror, so maybe they know what it is.”

“Good thinking! It could also help us deal with stormterror easier.”

Reaching the Knight's Headquarters, we saw Master Jean who appeared to be talking with someone.

“Look, it’s Jean!” Paimon pointed at her. “Who is she talking to?”

She seems to be talking to a woman. She had a black outfit with purple here and there; her hair a burned-blonde, bangs that rested right above her eyebrows; her face hidden behind a gray mask. 

She spelled trouble through-and-through.

“Don’t know. But I have a gut feeling that she’s no good,” I said, eyeing her with distrust.

“Let’s wait for her to finish,” Sirius said. “We can wait on the side over here. I don’t want to be in the middle of the street.”

As we waited, we saw the frustration from both ends of the party. Jean looked adamant about her position, while the masked woman seemed to be irritated; she looked like she was trying hard to convince Jean to whatever she wanted from her.

I remember this part of the story. Jean gets pressured by a Fatui agent –a Snezhnayan diplomat– Anastasia, to kill Dvalin. Amalia warned me about them: 

“Never. Ever. Trust the Fatui.”

The scary part about that was how she looked dead serious. Before then, I had never seen that side of her. The fact she changed so quickly too… I got nightmares for a month straight; Amalia would come in and tell me how I was a bad friend.

Ahg, I get shivers just thinking about it…  I looked back at two political figures. I’ll trust Amalia and my gut feeling about the Fatui. Note to self: “Don’t talk to the Fatui.”

“Looks like she’s done talking to that person!” Paimon announced. “Let’s go talk to her.”

Jean’s gaze followed the masked woman, face laced with worry. Her eyes then darted towards us as we got in her peripheral view.

“Oh, Traveler, you're back,” she noticed I was with him, “and company… Is she the one you and Amber were talking about?”

“Yup!” Paimon confirmed. “This is [Name], our traveler buddy and official cook!” Her eyes sparkled at the mention of cooking.

I sighed, turning my attention to Jean. I smiled, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Master Jean.”

“Likewise,” she reciprocated the smile.

“Now that everyone is acquainted, Paimon has to ask. Who was that just now?”

“First, I would like to thank you,” she looked at Sirius, “Lisa informed me that the elemental flow is finally stable because of your help, and skill. For that, you have Mondstadt’s gratitude.”

Sirius scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed for getting compliments.

“Is someone getting shy now?~” Paimon teased.

“Leave him alone Paimon. He actually did something, unlike someone.”

“I told you, Paimon is moral support, moral support!”

“Anyway–” Jean intervened before she had to break up a fight, “the aftermath of Stormterror’s last attack is finally settled for the moment. But not the pressure from the delegation, in fact, it has become too big to ignore.”

“Delegation? From Liyue, or Inazuma City?” Paimon asked.

“Snezhnaya,” she paused and then continued, “they choose to follow the god of Cryo. Their envoys go by a particular name: The Fatiu. Heard of them?”

“Are you kidding? They are famous! Wait, infamous is more of the word.”

“Let me guess, the Fatui wants to take Stormterror down, right?” I said fully knowing the answer to the question.

“Correct. I don’t think killing Stormterro will do anyone any good, nor do I think it’s the right action to take. The Cryo god’s Fatui have always coveted the Anemo god’s power.” She had the same worried face I saw when the Fatui woman left, “I don’t believe they have Mondstatd’s best interest at heart.” I nod in agreement.

“Speaking of power…” Sirius began.

“What is it?”

“I have something I need to show the Knights,” he finished.

“Oh? Then let us go inside the Headquarter. We shouldn't discuss important matters…” she looked around, “out in the open.”

Jean led us inside. Before I stepped foot inside her office I stopped. Jean noticed and turned to see if everything was fine.

“Sorry guys, I need to return this book to Lisa,” I said from just outside the office.

“I see,” she understood and said nothing else about it, she knew how Lisa could be when a book was missing. “Before you go, could you do me a favor?”

“Yes. What is the favor?”

“Once you’re done, tell Lisa to come to my office please. We might need her.”

“Okay, I’ll tell her,” Jean closed the door dismissing me. I skipped a few steps to reach the other side of the building faster.

I opened the door to the library and went in. I looked at the front desk only to find it empty.

Lisa’s not there… Maybe she’s over here. I walked through the first floor, but no Lisa in sight.

Not here either… Going downstairs, I ran through the whole floor as there wasn’t anyone in the room, yet she wasn’t there either.

Where is she!? I yelled internally. So, she can miss a day, but we can’t? Talk about unfairness.

“Hi, darling.”

“AHHHHH!” I turned around but managed to slip due to a paper on the floor. “Ouf–! Awo! That hurt…!” rubbing my butt, the voice reached out their hand to help me up. I looked up and saw, the one-and-only, Lisa!

“Oh, dear, are you alright?” I took her hand and responded.

“Yeah, I’m fine…” I lied. My butt still hurts.

“You keep on getting scared whenever I greet you. I’m not that scary to you, am I?” She sounded hurt asking that.

I rolled my eyes. You look harmless, but you’re a rose with pesky thorns… That’s what Amalia has said anyway.

“Of course not, miss Lisa,” I dismissed her. I faked an innocent smile and said, “You look average to me.” 

It looked like an arrow had hit her bullseye in the heart. She was mumbling how cruel youngsters are nowadays, and how, begin quote, ‘her beauty is fading because of her age,’ end quote.

I didn’t mean my comment obviously. I only said that to get back at her for the two times she’s given me a heart attack. She looks young for her age, that’s for sure.

“What are you back here for, returning the book I presume?” She asked me, leaving behind the commentary I made like I never said it in the first place.

“Yes, you see, the one I have is outdated–a century outdated to be precise–of the history of Teyvat,” I explained.

She hummed, “yes, I remember. I found it quite odd that you wanted to read such an old book. Now I know why.” She turned and waved her hand in a follow-me motion, “Come, I know exactly where the newer version is.”

We moved to the section that Amber showed me when I came here last time. Looking at it now, the history section was much bigger than I remembered.

“Here it is!” Lisa handed me a book. “This is the newest version, it came out a year ago.”

“Thank you again, miss Lisa,” I thanked her as I eyed the book.

I wonder what they added.

“Please, this is nothing compared to the work I had to do the past week,” she rubbed her shoulders. “Taking care of the Temples of the Four Winds was more of a hassle than I had imagined.”

We walked up the stairs and stood by the front desk.

“You’re being too modest. Thanks to you and the others, Mondsatdt has one less thing to worry about.”

“Thank you again, sweet-pie,” she smiled. “I checked out the book already, so you’re as free as a bird.”

“Thank you,” I lightly vowed and walked toward the door.

!

I almost forgot!

“Oh! Miss Lisa?”

“Yes?”

“Master Jean asked for you, she is in her office.”

“Ah, thank you for informing me. Now shoo, off you go,” she pushed me out of the library as she herself went out, locking it with a key after she made sure there was no one else inside.

“[Name], if you ever find yourself unable to find a quiet place to read, go to windrise. It was nice weather, and if you’re lucky, you’ll hear the soft strumming of a lyre.”

“Thank you for the advice,” I thanked her for the third time today. I walked out of the Headquarters and made my way to find a place to sit and read.

I can go to Windrise like Lisa suggested, I looked up to the blue, and the sky is clear. Oh! There is a Statue of the Seven there! I can try and obtain powers similar to how the MC did in the game— well, better said how Sirius did. Plus, there is a big space to test out the System.

The air near the sea is the best… I breached in the air.

I basked in the atmosphere underneath the massive oak tree, the symbol of Mondstadt’s hero – Vannessa.

The trail from Mondstadt City to Windrise was perfect. Not a single monster interfered, with a few slimes that minded their own business when I passed by. It was a bit strange, since I remembered they attacked on sight. But, this is the world of Genshin, some things are bound to change.

“All right, time to get to work. System!”

“I’m sorry, I can’t make a proper analysis at the moment,” Lisa said.

“Huh? But Paimon thought you were able to see some impurities.”

“Correct. But it’s not enough for me to come to a conclusion,” she turned to Jean and Sirius, “give me some time. I’ll take a look through the library's restricted section.”

Jean nods. “I’ll leave all the research to you then, Lisa,” she looks at the outlanders.

“I’ll notify you all if I make any progress,” she went closer to the crystal, “thought I wouldn’t go getting your hopes up. They are incredibly ancient texts, not to mention—Ouch!” Lisa retracted her hand from the object as the force of the impurities hurt her. “Gosh, that hurt!”

“Are you okay?” Jean worriedly asked, checking her friend from any injuries. The other two were just as concerned.

“Now, now, you three are looking at me like I’m half-dead. I’m fine. The impurities in the crystal…” she looked at it before continuing, “it hurts when I get close…” She hummed in thought. “It appears to react to Visions, repealing it even.”

“What? How can that happen?” Paimon asked.

“I’m not going over the details, if not we'll be here for days-on-end. All you need to know is that the impurities and the elemental energy we embody repel each other.”

“Really?” She looked at Sirius, “then why is he able to hold it?”

“That is a good question, and a question I don’t have the answer to, unfortunately.”

“...” Sirius stayed silent through the whole interaction. What could be in his mind?

“Anyway, the crystal would be better left in the hands of my cutie,” Sirius places the crystal back in his bag. “It will be a pain if left with – both literally and metaphorically.”

“Okay. I will keep it.”

“Fascinating… Do you know anything about what makes you special?” Jean asks Sirius in wonder. He nods in solidarity.

“Well, that's the end of that,” Paimon said.

“Traveler…” Jean called, “the knights of Favonius have another favor to ask of you. Please accept the title of honorary Knight and the gratitude of the Acting grand Master.”

“Honorary Knight…of Favonius?!” Paimon gave Sirius a smirk, “look at you go. You just arrived in Mondstadt and already have a super cool title! Paimon is impressed.” Sirius puffed his chest with pride.

“We gotta tell [Name] once we see her. Oouu, she’s going to make that angry face again, Paimon can just tell!” she says excitedly with a small fire in her eyes when she thinks of your face.

“Then this is a meeting concluded,” Jean dismissed then. “We’ll meet back here if you find anything.”

“Okey-Dokey! Let’s go!” Paimon and Sirius walk out of the office leaving Lisa and Master Jean alone.

“What peculiar little creatures they all are…”

“What are you mumbling about?” Jean inquired after hearing Lisa mumble.

“Oh, nothing. Just complaining about how I haven’t had a proper nap since the incident with stormterror started,” she lied.

“Don’t worry. Soon, we can all rest properly,” Jean reassured.

A little far from the Knight’s Headquarter…

“Okay, we’re far from the knights to hear us,” Paimon stands–floats–in front of Sirius, making him stop. “There’s something you didn't tell them. The boy. The one that communicated with the dragon, kinda hard to miss.”

“I know, Paimon. But I’d like to investigate on my own first,” Sirius explained to her. “And I don’t think he’s a bad guy.”

“So you do remember him,” a boy in green caught her eyes, “he looked just like the guy down there!” Sirius looked at the guy Paimon pointed at.

“The exact same shade of green, what a coincidence. Seems like green is a popular color.”

“See? See? Wait… Hold on a minute… that… that's the same guy!”

“Hmm… looks like him,” he said nonchalantly.

“Stop joking around and let’s go after him!”

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[sky1ite]

just finished up my redesign of my genshin oc !! her name is said to be irene and she claims she’s from fontaine ! hopefully i’ll draw her some more with some genshin charas :>

[a-998h]

hi, I hope you don't mind that. I want make an order. I would like a cult! Sagau fatui harbingers (Pulchinela plantonic, the rest all romantic) for Fem! Creator with character of Nastya (from cartoon Anastasia 1997.) She has a brave, astro smart, kind, short-tempered character. The creator remembers almost nothing about herself, trying to remember her past and who she is. She also has love line with Dottore (and once sorry Y/n hit him hard on the cheek and he was shocked). As in the previous request, you can come up with a continuation of this story. (Pulchinela plantonic, the rest are romantic)

(The closest character I could find is Anya from this moive and I've not seen this movie, so don't judge me).

You're trip to Snezhnaya was coming to an end. The harbingers have kept you mostly inside the palace. Being very boared you plan your escape. Sneaking out at night would work in any other region, but Snezhnaya getting below freezing at night. Sneaking out could still wrok, but it's not a good idea. So, you waited until the harbingers were at a meeting so you could escape.

When you did mange to escape you explored the city. You explored as much as you could. Exploring lead you to the local shrine and statue of the Creator. You had gotten used to people comparing you to her. The freedom you felt was new. You've tried finding out who you are, for as long as you can remember. You're search took you to dead ends. You decide to start serching for answears again. You walk into a city libraryand start looking at the books. The serch leads you to a worn, old looking book. Pulling it off the self you start reading. It is talking about the Creator, and how great they were. It gets boring, untill it mentions the fact that the Creator supposedly died in Snezhnaya. You remeber a young man in Fontanie telling you there was an energy coming from you. Deciding this could be a lead, you plan to go to the spot where the Creator died. Following the route, it ends to a stone. This pissed you off. You had braved the wild winter weather for a stupid rock.

You punched the rock in anger, which then made you feel a tingle run through your body. Looking at the rock, it is now glowing green. The rock breaks open to reval a locket. Putting it on, you feel yourself being sucked into your mind.

In a black void, you see fragments coming together. As the fragments come together you see memories. They show someon who looks like you creating the mountains, animals, and many other things. You think you're having a cold induced delusion. This theory is ruined when you see the figure adress themselves with your name. In Teyvat, no one was allowed to name their child after the Creator, or any other gods. You breathing picks up, your heart beats so hard that your ribs might break. When you get out of your head, you stare at the locket. A beam of light shots out of it. Following the light, you run into monsters that make it their mission to try and kill you. It gets on your nerves so much that you decide to beat the monsters into the ground. When you get to where the locket wanted it's revealed to be another rock.

"Another rock... I think I've lost my mind," You tell yourself.

Getting close to rock, it has words written on it. You stared at the words and you could understand them. Thing is, you never really knew Teyvat's language. You needed others to read things for you, and that made you feel helpless. The rock said, here lays the soul of our god. It wasn't refering to the Tsarita because she was still alive. Touching the rock energy follows through you. It scaes you. Getting to your feet you hear a voice. Looking behind you, you see Dottore.

"I was looking everywhere for you," he scolds.

You had started getting a crush on him over the month. His features and intelligence drew you to him. You saw yourself married to him, if you ignore the human experiments. He drags you back to the palace nad after everything that's happened today, you were not in the mood for this. You yell at him to let you go, but he ignores you.

"Hey! Let me go!" You yell.

He continues to ignore your yelling. This pisses you off even more. You raise your hand, palm open, and full of rage. The next thing Dottore knows, you've slapped him right across the face. He looks at you in shock. There is a staring match between you two. You see how you left a large red mark on his cheek. You lead him inside and to the guest room you were staying in.

"Wait here," You tell him.

He waits for you to come back. When you do come back with an ice pack he smiles a bit. Putting the ice pack on his red cheek he can't help but smile. When he thinks his redness is gone, he leads you to the meeting room. You sit in the seat that has been chosen as yours. The harbingers stare at you, while even more obession than normal. Dottore takes his seat and looks at you.

"Turns out our guest is more than a королева look a like," He says.

There is an unseen tension in the air. Dottore pulls out a vital of your blood.

"When I took this sample, it was red now it is a glowing gold color," He explains. He expalins how he found you in the forest near the rock. Turns out the rock is the grave of the Creator. The relization that you're the Creator hits everyone hard. The harbinger starts worrying that they weren't respecting you enough and you starting panicing because you might have to quit dancing.

"Well, it seems the other archons have not been taking care of you," Pulcinella mutters under his breathe. Pierro stares you in the eyes.

"It seems you will be staying in Senzhnaya until further notice, " he tells you.

Their romantic antics and attention grabbing tactics increase. Even though he now knows you're a god, Pulcinella still treats you like the young lady he sees you as. Your crush on Dottore goes from one sided to mutual. He brags that he is your lover, even if you haven't even kissed yet. Scaramouche treats you a bit more respectful. They never made you stopped dancing, they think it would be to cruel. They try and help you regain knowledge and memories.

In the end, if they weren't obessed before they are now and they never plan on letting you go.

[lonely-vault-boy]

Fatui Harbingers but it's what I think their favorite musicals would be

Pierro- Les Mis

He likes revolution

Dottore- Jekyll and Hyde

I mean evil doctor vibes? I feel like he’d relate to Hyde and also cheer for him

Columbina- Phantom of the Opera

She’s a romantic and into the classics

Capitano- Anastasia

“It’s just a very beautiful story about someone with heart and courage.”

Pulcinella- Sunday in the Park with George

He’s an old man

Scaramouche- Cats

Don’t ask why, I just feel like he’d vibe with it

None of the other harbingers like it tho and they don’t like that he likes it

Sandrone- Avenue Q

Puppets, kinda self-explanatory

Signora- Wicked

10% she likes the music, 90% it reminds her of her own past

Pantalone- Hamilton

He’s super out of touch tho and doesn’t really get the rapping, but it’s abt a rich dude who created the financial system

“Dottore, he’s just like me fr”

“Can I be the one to shoot you at the end?”

“What!”

“What?”

Arlecchino- Matilda

Orphans, kinda self-explanatory

Childe- Hadestown

He likes mythology and adventure stories. And I like to think he’s a bit of a romantic secretly

[thisrobinisred]

Technically two chapters in and I still don’t know exactly what I’m doing lmao- I finally decided to make Childe be Gleb but I’m going down a platonic route instead of the original

I haven’t even figured out who I’m going to choose to be Lilly as none of the people I ship venti with have the same personality as her- But enough about that! Also Kaeya and Albedo will actually interact next chapter-

Warnings: Could be ooc, might not make sense at times, follows the plot of Anastasia the musical (hence the use of dialogue and lyrics from it), a few mentions of death I think this is all I need to note?

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Chapter 1 - A Rumor in Snezhnaya

The Neva Flows

A New Wind Blows

And soon it will be spring

Khaenri’ah? - 1927

Making his way through the crowd, the man shifted the flat-cap that was resting on his head. He had dark skin and long, blue hair that was pulled into a ponytail, draped over his shoulder. Majority of the people, that he was swerving in between, were cheering; their pride and joy present in the tone of their voices. Muttering to himself, the man came to a halt when the crowds became thicker. Amidst the sea of people, a single raised podium peered out of the mix of heads and hats. Proudly displayed on front of the podium was a banner with the revolution’s insignia stitched into it; just the sight was enough to repulse him.

Only a few minutes later did a man appear on the podium, holding his head up; prompting the audience to go completely silent, only coughs and slight shuffles could be heard. Just like the other fatui members, he was wearing a large, white and black coat lined with fur. His fiery ginger hair stood out amongst the monotone backdrops of the city, and country for that matter. If the man recalled correctly, then this would make this fatuus Childe, the eleventh of the fatui harbingers (who now governed this horrendous nation). Before speaking, Childe cleared his throat, a serious expression - that didn’t quite fit his face - present. His lips were drawn into a straight line and his eyebrows were furrowed - not a single speck of light seemed to reflect or shine in his eyes.

“We hear you Comrades! The Revolution hears you!” his voice boomed over the crowded plaza, his young age present in his voice.

“Yes our way is long, and the journey will be hard. After all, the chains of the Kreideprinz were heavy.” 

The blue-haired man muttered something under his breath, pulling his flat cap lower. Despite his displeasure at listening to this speech, he made no attempt to move away.

THUD!

Childe slammed his fist against the top of the podium, catching quite a few people off-guard.

“For three long centuries we were bound and entangled in them! Forced to watch them take but never give back! However-!”

“We have broken them!” An animalistic grin breaking out onto his face, it seemed almost unnatural - it made him look crazed. Almost as if planned,  the crowd erupted into applauses and colourful cries. 

From where he stood in the crowd, the man grimaced.

Psychopaths. the lot of them. If this is who’s in control, then, Archons save us.

Leaving no delay, the fatui harbinger continued on with his speech.

“Together, as one, We will forge a new Nation! A fair and compassionate Nation, one that will be the envy of the world!” He was clearly passionate about his cause, continuously making gestures with his hands and arms.

“That is the promise we have made, comrade to comrade.”

“The Kreideprinz’s Khaenri’ah, is now the people’s…”

“Snezhnaya!” Childe proudly exclaimed, his grin still spread from ear to ear.

Taking one last look at the overly happy “Snezhnayans”, the blue-haired man stormed past numerous people: some seemingly mortified, still scarred by what’s now “Snezhnaya’s” history. Making his way through the alleyways and back routes that had been ingrained in his head since a young age, the man began to complain out loud - for all who wanted to hear.

“They can call it Snezhnaya but it will always be Khaenri’ah! New name, same old empty stomachs!” 

His eyes were narrowed; furrowed eyebrows pushing them down slightly further than they already were. He had lowered his pace, yet that didn’t make a difference considering he was walking with long strides. A variety of people threw all sorts of looks at him - ranging from fear, anger and confusion. He decided it would be best to keep his rants for himself, in the safety of his mind. Countless times the fatui had told them that a brighter day would be dawning and that it was, apparently, at hand. Just the thought made him roll his eyes. It was ironic, most days the only weather they received was snow, rain or just miles of raging, grey clouds. If he had any actual faith in the gods, he might’ve even said that it was a punishment from Celestia itself. Much like the last few times he walked these paths, he noticed more houses and tents empty unlike the other days. Quite often it would be those who openly spoke out or resisted the revolution’s changes. After all… 

He who argues disappears.

Mumbling and muttering some more to himself, the man stumbled out onto one of the many overcrowded streets. 

“Hail our brave new land!” A group of bystanders cheered, causing a chorus of people to follow suit, whether it was out of commitment or fear was yet to be decided. In a mocking tone, he joined in their chants and exclamations; to be honest, he held no respect towards thier new leaders - or the revolution. 

People were claiming that Snezhnaya was a nation on the rise, one that was flourishing; he would have to disagree considering the countless people still living in poverty and famine.

“It’s really very friendly!” And that was only if you didn’t mind the spies.

He often overheard people claiming that they were “good and loyal” comrades. It also seemed that suddenly everyone’s favourite colour was red. In the grand scheme of things, their entire situation was gravely underestimated when the people first revolted. Somehow, majority assumed that everything would be better without proper leaders or any important figures. Even ten years later, the economy was still in shambles. It no longer surprised him whenever he heard stories about two dozen or so strangers all having to be crammed into two small rooms. The damned fatui still had the nerves to turn a complete blind eye towards it.

“Everyone will now be seen as equals!” Yeah- as if.

Unfortunately, this appeared to be the apparent price “Snezhnayan’s” would have to pay for their glorious revolution. One thing that nearly every citizen agreed upon, and were thankful for, was the gossip that would spread around their pitiful city. Even as the blue-haired man headed towards his desired location, he couldn’t help but listen in to the many conversations people were immersed in.

“Have you heard?”

“There’s a new rumour going round the *whole* of Snezhnaya!”

“You couldn’t possibly not at least have heard parts of it.”

“You do know what people are saying on the street?”

“Well…”

“Although the King did not survive, one son may be still alive.”

He nearly stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening slightly. He *needed* to know more.

“The Prince Albedo. But please do not repeat-!”

A slight smile creeped onto his face whilst he continued to keep his head down low. Making his way through the other streets, he kept finding out more and more about the rumours concerning the supposedly late Prince Albedo.

“They say her royal grandmama will pay a royal sum to someone who can bring the prince back!”

That was when he got an idea, one that he didn’t realise would completely change his life. Rushing down the street, he quickly barged into the small building; gathering his thoughts for just a moment.

Only a seconds later someone else barged inside, a shorter man with dark, blueish-green hair that was pulled into two short braids at the front. He seemed dishevelled (the first thing that was unusual about him today) and a horror-stricken expression had been painted onto his face (and that was the second thing that seemed unusual about him today). Before he could ask what was wrong, the other man cut him off.

“Kaeya!” He half shrieked and shouted, “They’ve closed another border! We should’ve gotten out of Snezhnaya whilst we still could!”. He had placed his hands on Kaeya’s shoulders, shaking him as if that would help get his point across. Once more Kaeya’s eyes narrowed as he began to fiddle with the end of his ponytail. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he calmed himself down - putting his usual fake smirk on. Kaeya’s know-it-all smile was often used as a defence; it would often be fake, a way of faking confidence, a way of pretending he had it all under control. The shorter man continued to pace around the small room, his hat threatening to slip off of his head.

“Khaenri’ah was lovely whilst royalty was in!” He stated, which was something that the two of them knew very well.

“I called myself a count, as though I’d always been! I hobnobbed with the royals,” he continued to recall whilst his lips tugged upwards ever so slightly, clearly reminiscing about years that had passed. Within a matter of seconds it changed into a frown.

“But then a change of luck-! The king is dead, the royals fled and comrade now we’re stuck!”

The man had turned to face Kaeya whilst he said that, once again shaking him by his shoulders. Debating it in his head once more, Kaeya realised that his idea might actually be their one way out of this hell-hole.

“Venti,” Kaeya spoke, a grin dawning on his face. Venti had loosened his grip on Kaeya’s shoulders, allowing his arms to drop by his sides. One of Venti’s eyebrows raised whilst he waited for Kaeya to continue speaking.

“I’ve been thinking about the prince Albedo.” Kaeya announced, his confidence not wavering in the slightest. Almost immediately, Venti’s face practically dropped.

“Not you too, Kaeya!” He groaned, Venti covered his face with his hands - already sick of hearing the constant whispers of a prince who was meant to be dead. Slouching slightly, Kaeya placed a hand on Venti’s back, his other hand making gestures as he began to sell his plan to the (no-longer) Count - Venti.

“Sure, it’s a rumour, purely a mystery, but-! It’s the Prince Albedo who will help us fly!” Kaeya proclaimed, a grin had spread right across his face. Venti started to catch onto what Kaeya was suggesting; his eyes widening slightly for a few seconds. Kaeya picked a red scarf up from the table in the corner of the room and begun wrapping it around his neck, even whilst doing this he didn’t stop speaking.

“You and I, friend,” Kaeya exclaimed as he quickly shot his arm out and pointed at Venti.

“Will go down, in history!” Kaeya claimed, flinging both of his arms up in the air, a genuine smile on his face. He pulled the door open and gestured for venti to go through, giving him a dramatic small bow as Venti passed by. Venti’s lips were curled into a small, yet smug, smile. Side-by-side, the two of them walked down the overly-packed streets of the city. In an attempt to keep up with the taller man, Venti had to do a sort of jog. The wind whistled in his ears, which was a surprisingly calming sound amidst the chaos of the always-awake city. Venti’s gaze flickered over to his friend, who (to nobody’s surprise) was still rambling.

“We’ll find a boy to the play the part and teach him what to say, dress him up! And take him to Fontaine.” He over-exaggerated a fake accent on the last word. His head was tilted slightly as he turned it to look at Venti, who greeted him with a grin.

“Imagine the reward his old grandmama would pay!” Venti exclaimed, clearly onboard with the idea now. 

“Who else could pull it off but you and me!” The two exclaimed as they linked arms.

The two men passed the now mainly empty plaza, only the likes of Childe and a few stragglers were left there. They walked off into the distance, disappearing into the haze created by the swirling snow.

Near the podium at the centre of the small plaza, a man (most likely around Kaeya’s age) had a broom in his hand. He had a long, brown coat on and a hat that loosely fit his head. His skin was as pale as chalk, making his ashy-blonde hair stand out. It was kind of long, just going past his shoulders, with a single short braid in it. Brushing the street clear of snow and other debris - he was making an attempt at keeping his head down.

BANG!

“NO!” He shrieked as he collapsed on the floor, bringing his hands up to his head and covering his ears. His broom clattered somewhere near him. Somebody was approaching him, he could tell this from the soft crunches in the snow.

“It was a truck backfiring comrade, that’s all it was.” Childe spoke to the man curled up on the cobbled floor. He lifted his head up to look at him, moving his hands from his ears. Very slowly, he pushed himself up onto his knees, still not saying a single word. Childe had bent down and picked up the stray broom before walking over to him.

“Those days are over, neighbour against neighbour.” He claimed in an almost monotone voice, one that didn’t exactly sound reassuring. Childe hooked his arm under the man’s and pulled him up.

“You have nothing to be afraid of.”

It was quite ironic, considering the man could barely stand with his legs threatening to collapse under him any second. Childe’s hand lingered on the man’s arm for a few moments more, his eyes narrowing. Was it concern? Or was it just pity? He retracted his hand, looking over the details of the man’s appearance and expression. He looked…on edge, to say the least.

“You’re shaking….” He spoke despite it being an obvious fact to both of them. The man’s eyes flickered everywhere, skittering even, refusing to look at Childe directly. Quite ironically, the over-confident fatui harbinger began to stumble over his own words.

“….There’s a tea shop just steps from here-“ 

“Thank you-!” The man shouted as he attempted to snatch the broom from him. The sudden outburst nearly caused Childe to jump, prompting a raised eyebrow from him.

“What’s your hurry?” Childe questioned the man, refusing to let go of the broom.

“I can’t lose this job, they’re not easy to come by.” He quickly explained in hopes of being allowed to go. Throughout the entire exchange he had kept his eyes towards the floor, making him seem scared of everything. Childe loosened his grip on the handle, he was still unable to figure this man out. He seemed familiar, almost like a memory he never really knew - he shook the thought off whilst he watched the man walk away. Both of the man’s knuckles were turning white due to how tight his grip was. Just as he was about to turn the corner, down another street, the man turned his head around. It was then that Childe noticed his bright blue eyes, well, they weren’t quite blue but they weren’t exactly green either. Whatever colour they were, they were astonishingly bright; they surely didn’t fit the bleak landscape of this once-glorious nation.

“Thank you.” The man managed to say, still not offering up a smile. Before Childe could say anything, he had disappeared into the blur of grey and brown coats and hats.

“I- I’m here everyday!” Childe shouted, gesturing at the podium despite the man being long gone now. He felt his cheeks heat up slightly, feeling like a complete fool. Unsurprisingly, this wasn’t the first time he had managed to embarrass himself whilst on the job.

Somewhere on the opposite side of the city, Kaeya and Venti could be found perusing through one of the many less… favourable markets on the outskirts of the city. It was a wonder that the fatui hadn’t intervened with these practices at all during the past ten years. Occasionally they would stop to look at what merchants (although thieves would probably be a better way of describing them though) were offering. Even ten years on since that blood-filled night, people still somehow managed to find items that belonged to the likes of counts, countesses and even the Kreideprinz’s to sell off. One man was attempting to sell a count’s pyjamas whilst another was trying to sell a painting that he swore was Kreideprinz. Stood in the centre of the market, another one of these thieves was selling their wares. His hand was held up high, clasped in it was a small metal trinket of sorts.

“I found this in a palace, initialled with an A!” He announced, a smug smile already settled onto his grime covered face. 

“It could be Albedo’s! Now what will someone pay?”

Kaeya dropped down low as he skimmed shelves, every now and then swerving through the crowds or stepping over clutters of stolen trinkets.

“We need something of his to show the old lady…” Kaeya thought out loud, carefully examining items that were on offer. Venti looked at him from the corner of his eyes, one eyebrow was raised.

“There’s more to being Albedo than wearing a tiara, Kaeya.” He spat out, most likely irritated from how long this whole ordeal was taking. Kaeya had turned away from him, already moving onto the next merchant.

“Not much. Look how many people you fooled.” Kaeya countered causing Venti’s mouth to open and quickly close again. Just to add salt to the wound, he hadn’t even bothered to look at him whilst saying that. Kaeya’s eyes landed on the man in the centre.

“How much is that music box?” He inquired as he approached the man, who pulled the lump of finely decorated metal closer to his chest.

“Ah! The music box! It’s genuine Kreideprinz, I could never part with it!” He declared, the tone of his voice suggesting that he was putting on a play. Reaching into the satchel that hung over his shoulder, Kaeya pulled something out with a smirk on his face.

“Two cans of beans, comrade?” Kaeya offered as he held out the cans. The man looked at the music box and then to the cans and then back to the music box.

“Done.” He accepted, the two men proceeded to exchange items.

Venti and Kaeya began heading in the opposite direction of the markets, done with their business for the day. Kaeya was meticulously inspecting the metal music box, noting all the trimmings, its curves and the places where old paint had begun to flake off. Both of them still had a grin on their faces. 

“Do you believe in fairytales, Venti?” Kaeya asked whilst he held the music box in front of his only visible eye. Venti closed his eyes - the smile still present.

“Once upon a time, I did.” He answered, shoving his hands into the small pockets of his coat. Quickly turning his body around, Kaeya was directly facing Venti once more, his eyes shining brightly with something that Venti could only assume was determination.

“We’re going to create a fairytale the whole world will believe!” Kaeya exclaimed before moving next to venti again. He firmly patted Venti on the back causing the other man to cough slightly; not that Kaeya noticed anyways.

“Now it’s risky, but not more than usual.” He spoke out loud what they were both thinking. Whilst talking, Kaeya had picked up his pace, prompting Venti to walk quickly as well.

“We’ll need tickets, we’ll need papers, we’ll need nerves of steel!” 

With every word Kaeya said, Venti nodded. The two men had reached the plaza once again, this time it was bustling with energy; it was quite funny how much difference an hour could make.

“Yes it’s risky, *a lot* more than usual!” Venti laughed, placing a hand on the back of Kaeya’s shoulder. His eyes now also shared that same light of determination as Kaeya’s - backing out of this wasn’t an option for either of them now.

“We’ll try to cross the border with our princes and our plot,” Kaeya spoke up, throwing what was - presumably - a wink towards Venti (however it was almost impossible to tell due to one of his eyes being covered by an eyepatch and a curtain of blue hair).

“Hopefully disaster won’t ensue,” Venti mumbled, slightly scratching the back of his head, a sheepish grin on his face.

“With luck it will all go smoothly,” Kaeya nodded whilst he shoved the music box into his satchel.

“And with luck we won’t be shot!” Venti laughed once more, constantly switching between confidence and a lightly more cautious mind. Kaeya shrugged before laughing himself.

“Who else could pull it off but me and you?” They both stated as if it was a matter of fact.

“We’ll be rich!” Kaeya exclaimed as he patted Venti’s shoulder.

“We’ll be rich!” Venti repeated whilst he returned the gesture. Both of their grins reached both of their ears, something they noticed as they turned to face each other.

“We’ll be out!”

“We’ll be out!!”

The idea of getting out of this god forsaken nation caused Venti to feel a sort of calming sensation. Just the thought of the taste of freedom possibly being so near them made him want to smile even more.

“And Snezhnaya will have some more to talk about!” The two men declared, shaking hands. 

As the two men laughed, the plaza around them was alive with waves of whispers and excited murmurs.

“I heard it from a person who assured me it was absolutely true!”

“Have you heard? There’s a rumour in Snezhnaya,”

“Have you heard? Comrade what do you suppose?”

“A fascinating Mystery!” Venti commented, placing his hands on his hips, a smug look appearing on his face.

“The biggest con in history!” Kaeya proclaimed as he flung his arms up in the air; what appeared to be genuine joy showing on his face.

“The Prince Albedo!

  Alive?

  Or Dead?”

“Who knows!?”

Majority of the crowd dispersed after they noticed a familiar red-head appearing on the podium once more.

Kaeya and Venti shared a knowing look, both raising a singular finger to their lips. The taller one had began to snigger with Venti soon following suit.

“I’m assuming you will be able to sort out the other needed part of  our plan?” Kaeya asked whilst the two began walking away, their day starting to become a distant memory.

“Just trust me, I have my ways *and* connections.” Venti answered, nudging him with his elbow. Kaeya simply chuckled in response whilst he took his flat-cap off.

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[dreamerdecarabia]

here's Anastasia! I made a design based off of the new fatui operatives. might do a wish splashart of her if i feel like it (and my computer doesnt keep going Ouchie)

[pom12art]

Genshin OC Anastasia

The last redesign is finally done 😄 Her name is Anastasia, an ex member of the Fatui who now runs a pharmacy at Springvale in Mondstadt.

Name: Anastasia Birthday: 13/12 Affiliation: Fatui (former) Vision: Anemo Weapon: Catalyst Constellation: ???

Backgrounds:

[moonshinecanvasproductions]

I sort of had this dream of a 'technically is but technically isn't Anastasia' AU for Scaramouche, borrowing from both the 1997 movie and the musical. More under the cut.

Basically, Nahida stumbles across records of a person named 'Kunikuzushi' but Ei angrily takes away the records.

Zhongli explains to Nahida about the Cataclysm that unalived Ei's sister Makoto and her first son, Kunikuzushi along with many other people the archons loved, including Nahida's predecessor.

One day, as Nahida got older, she decides to find out the truth about the Cataclysm in secret.

Meanwhile, Scaramouche is a member of the Fatui who has no memories of his past (having them being manipulated by Dottore to think that his birth mother hated him and abandoned him)

Lo and behold, due to Deus Ex MachinaTM, while investigating an old house, Scara and Nahida stumble upon each other.

Recognizing Nahida, Scara decides to attempt kidnapping her too along with those valuable artefacts he was searching for.

However, during the ChaseTM, Scara trips and falls down. Nahida recognizes a drawing of a boy resembling him.

After some persuasion, Nahida asks Scara some questions about his past and Scara is an Unreliable NarratorTM.

Nahida puts 2 and 2 and realizes Scara MAY be Kunikuzushi.

She offers a deal: If she helps him find out about his past, Nahida will hand over her Gnosis to him. After all, a young man will get a family and hopefully, some ghosts can be put to rest.

Scara initially thinks this is all sus but curiosity wins over and he decides to investigate.

Signora overhears everything and decides that she's not gonna let Scara have the Gnosis. In fact, no one but her will have the Gnosis

She reports to Dottore about this and he merely says something cryptic abt patience and the right opportunity.

Meanwhile, on the journey to Inazuma, Nahida educates Scara on Kunikuzushi's past, the archons, Ei and more.

When she brings up Yae Miko, she didn't hear him grumble "I always hated that damn fox!"

As they go on the trip, Scara sort of mellows out and he warms up to Nahida, seeing her as a sister.

During a boat ride, one of the ships is hijacked by the Fatui. But Nahida's a smart girl so eventually, she finds a way to reach Inazuma in time for Ei's birthday. Along the way, they learn more secrets abt themselves and the Cataclysm

Signora is surprise surprise, none too pleased so she decides to take measures into her own hands alongside Dottore.

Of course, the other archons are here to visit Ei and either Venti or Yae Miko could be Sophie/Lily.

Venti/Yae Miko interview Scara to make sure he's the real deal bc of some imposters in the past making Ei cynical abt the idea that Kunikuzushi's alive. Scara passes all the questions including a personal one on the feather. A question all the imposters failed.

So they spruce him up for the celebration and Nahida excuses herself to talk to Ei.

Ei however, is none too happy about all of this. Thinking Nahida was being deceived and that "No matter how hard that imposter will try, he will NEVER be Kunikuzushi!"

Scara overhears this and becomes angry at the betrayal. As well as him still having some of Dottore's manipulated memories resurface.

Scara goes rogue and attacks, causing Signora and Dottore to emerge. The Fatui attack Inazuma.

After a MASSIVE calling out from Nahida, Ei decides to at least open up her heart and try to believe Scara but when she arrives, she sees Yae Miko unconscious.

Nahida attempts to talk to Scara but it's futile. Ei intervenes and attempts to reason with him, saying the words she said long ago: "Go! Be free my little bird..."

Scara remembers his past and shows his feather to her. Ei recognizes it and knows it's the real deal.

But the family reunion is cut short bc of Dottore and Signora

The archons throw hands and there's an epic battle where Ei kills Signora like in the game

Scara decides to deal with Dottore himself, killing Dottore by declaring that it was all for vengeance.

And so, everyone can now truly celebrate and live happily ever after.

Well, Kunikuzushi/Scara states that now he knows his family, he's gonna explore the world for a while and bids them a Scara-style farewell for now.

Ei is content with knowing her son is alive and allows him to see the world, knowing one day, he'll come back (she's right)

[tavvattales]

Hey hey! Ok so I was going to ask for a request buutt I still don’t wanna burden you. So won’t you indulge me by reacting to this? You’ll recognize this I’m sure and I’m also posting it here because maybe in a way I want others to see my latest idea…

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Zandik went by many names ever since his fall from the akademiya to his recruitment into the Fatui. The outcast. The doctor. The second of the Fatui Harbingers. As one of the most powerful people in Teyvat, he served the cryo archon faithfully. He never questioned her wishes and plans. He executed her will perfectly while at the same time getting to do his research in a mostly private and elastic environment. It was a win win. Sure, most of his colleagues were nothing but nuisances to him and the minor recruits and foot soldiers were mere fools but still. He’d gotten what he wanted. Today was no different. Sitting in his lab, he was surrounded by buzzing equipment and countless notes. Papers stacked high high up and objects thrown around rather hazardously.

Lack of sleep dulled his senses and only heightened his temper. Yet he still would not give in. After all, research was all he had in life and all he could do without going mad. Well madder then he already was. Without it life would be meaningless. The day was as dull as ever until he heard a knock at his door. “ Sir, may I come in?” Spoke a seemingly timid soldier from behind. With a roll of his eyes, he gestured for one of his clones who was hiding in the shadows to open the door. Not even turning to face his subordinate, his gaze remained on his writing. “ What do you want?” His usual tone of irritation rang out in the silent lab.

Shuffling to the side, the recruit prepared to give the temper induced scholar the message he was given. “ Her imperial majesty, the tsaritsa , calls all the harbingers to her side. She says what she has to say is beyond important and everyone is required posthaste.” The tsaritsa? She rarely called them to the winter palace as it was. The jester was always with her and she never seemed to require anyone else. To call the remaining loyal 9 would have meant something drastic. Standing up, he passed the young soldier quickly with a smirk. Things were about to get interesting.

Gathered in the main hall of Zapolyarny Palace, he was met with the rest of the cloaked lieutenants. Pierro, Columbina, Capitano,Pulcinella, Pantalone, Sandrone, Childe, and Arlecchino were all standing around their meeting table when he arrived. The empress of all Snezhnaya herself at the head. Situating himself between Columbina and Pierro after a slight bow to the goddess, her usual indifference dropped. What in the world was going on? “ Thank you all for coming on such short notice. This has been quite the day for me and yet I do not regret it one bit. This is truly a miracle if those even exist.”

That was a month ago. The message shocked all in the room and Dottore was still wrapping his head around it all. “ My dearest harbingers, this will come as a shock to you all but I’m not who you think I am. My name is Alexandra and I was a human queen in another world” she had said before continuing thereafter with “after centuries of laboring work, I have managed to find my beloved children. And not just that…” She had claimed she had no idea how she arrived in Teyvat, not sure how she even became the next cryo archon but that while they were carrying out her will, which was induced by a steadfast dream, she had been somehow tracking down the only revived close and not so close members of her family.

“They are all to be invited here. My Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia and Alexei.” But then her expression shifted to one of welcomed s surprise. “ It seems they are not alone. Their dear maid, Bernadette, is alive as well as is my niece from Romania. Her name is Ileana.” She had planned to welcome these seven individuals in the hope of reconciling and reuniting with them. ” How I’ve missed them, and little Ileana has grown too. How I desire about all to see them again!” She spoke so happily of her children and their friend but for some reason, his interest lied in the Romanian cousin.

Why? Well, he would see soon enough. How she was the catalyst for their revival and return. How they were dead but soon gained physical bodies and how they had found her. Reincarnated and in a differentcountry. How they were all in 19th century Paris with infamous like them. Then there was this bit..

“ they are no longer humans. Like me, they have exited that existence and now live an almost eternally extended lifespan. Not as gods but as vampires.” Now that. That’s what got him. He suddenly didn’t regret leaving his work to visit the archon and was now filled with curiosity and peculiarity. 

Ok! This is way too long! I was gonna make it shorter but please read this before I send the other one- that is if you’re interested

Okay first off WOW YOU'RE AN INCREDIBLE WRITER.

Second off THERES A PART TWO?! PLS PLS SEND ME MORE. YOU WRITE DOTTORE SO WELL!!!

[plumblossomcafe]

Ch.3: Shadow Over Mondstat and Unexpected Encounter

TW: Slight PTSD and swearing

Once the three made it to the city, they approached the Goth Grand Hotel, where they saw Jean talking to someone

Paimon: Isn't that Jean? Seems she's talking to someone... Let's let her finish, then go say hi?

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Y/n: "The...Fatui!?!? Were the members that live in this hotel ordered to drag me back to him!?! I don't want to go back!!!"

Anastasia: ...which is what has brought us to this point in the first place. If you are unable to promptly deal with the Stormterror threat, then leave the defense of Mondstadt to the Fatui. We can put an end to Mondstadt's dragon issues. All we need to do is bring that monster to the—

Jean: "Monster"?

Anastasia: Yes. What's your point?

Jean: Ah... I'd expect a more professional attitude from your diplomats. Yet here you are saying you want to "put an end" to one of The Four Winds of Mondstadt? I won't have any of this nonsense in front of the Knights of Favonius.

Anastasia: Heh... Hehehe... It's not as crazy as you make it sound. Fine. That's enough negotiation for today. At this stage, it's simply... an amicable exchange of constructive opinions, no? I'll be sure to make... thorough notes...Also that girl, "Y/n" was her name was it?

Jean: !? "Shit...what do they want with her!?"

Anastasia: She lives here in Mondstadt and is under the protection of you knights, correct? Well, you should just not protect her anymore she's a monster that is out of control--

Jean: Don't you dare call her a monster!!!

Anastasia: Well, she is. Why don't you just hand her over to us that'll at least lift some weight off your shoulders

Jean: Like hell I'll do that!!!

Anastasia: Alright, alright, but let me make one thing clear if this problem continues. Hand that girl over, she'll be under great care, that I can assure you *leaves*

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After that the three walk over to Jean

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Jean: Oh, you guys are back. Thanks for your help. The elemental flow is finally stable. The aftermath of Stormterror's last attack is finally settled for the moment. However, the pressure from the delegation has become too big to be ignored...

Paimon: Delegation? From Liyue Harbor or Inazuma City?

Jean: Snezhnaya. They choose to follow the God of Cryo. Their envoys go by a particular name: The Fatui. Heard of them?

Paimon: Oh, them. They are super famous. Wait, infamous is more the word...

Jean: I don't think killing Stormterror is the right course of action.nThe Cryo God's Fatui have always coveted the Anemo God's power. I don't believe they have Mondstadt's best interests at heart.

Y/n: *crying once more* Jean...? Will I go back to them? *sniffling* I...I don't want to go back there

Jean: No... *hugs her and gently caressing her head* You won't go back there....I promise, I'll do everything in my power to prevent that from happening "Even if it means I'll get my hands stained with blood"

Aether/Paimon: "For some reason, I can't handle seeing Y/n this sad....I want to do everything I can to make sure she's always happy"

Aether: I know this isn't the best time, but, Speaking of power...

Jean: What is it, Aether? *still cradling Y/n in her arms*

Aether: There's something I need to show the Knights of Favonius.

Jean: Oh? Let us head back to headquarters then. We shouldn't discuss important matters... out in the open. I also think it's best if we take Y/n back to headquarters so she can calm down more

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While heading to the headquarters

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Jean: Mondstadt and Snezhnaya are considered the same in status. Mondstadt is independent and does not belong to any other nation. In fact, despite being referred to as a city, Mondstadt is a nation. Though, Snezhnaya's Fatui are known to be the most aggressive diplomats in Teyvat...

Paimon: Makes sense, given the tone of that woman just now — so rude! But why would they want Y/n?

Jean: Uh, that's a topic and question that I can't answer right now...

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Inside the Knights of Favonius headquarters, Jean's office

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Jean: It's a crystal embedded with some kind of power... Lisa, are you able to analyze it?

Lisa: Let me take a look... Hmm... I can see impurities in the crystal, but upon further inspection... No, I'm sorry, I can't make a proper analysis at the moment. Give me some time. I'll take a look through the library's restricted section.

Jean: Right. I'll leave the research to you then, Lisa. *looks twords Y/n who is holding a cup of tea while not speaking at all and refusing to drink the tea*

Lisa: Understood. I'll notify you all if I make any progress. Though I wouldn't go getting your hopes up. They are incredibly ancient texts, not to mentio— Ouch! Gosh, that hurt! The impurities in the crystal... It hurts when I get close... I see... It appears to react to Visions. The impurities and the elemental energy we embody repel each other. It's strange, though. Aether has elemental abilities as well, but he doesn't seem to be affected in the same way.

Aether: ...

Lisa: Anyway, the crystal would be better left in the hands of my cutie. It will just be a pain if left with us — both literally and metaphorically.

Aether: Okay. I will keep it.

Jean: ...Fascinating. Do you know anything about what makes you special?

Aether: *nods*

Jean: I do not know what to make of it either. Well, then, Aether and Y/n... The Knights of Favonius have another favor to ask of you. Please accept the title of Honorary Knight... and the gratitude of the Acting Grand Master.

Paimon: Honorary Knight... of Favonius!?

Y/n: Huh!? But why?

Jean: Well, for a while, I could tell that you've been wanting to become a knight but didn't have the courage. Plus, We ask for both of your continued assistance in finding some answers. Stormterror's rage... and strange crystals... I know Mondstadt's peace hangs in the balance. May the wind open your eyes to the truth. We'll meet back here if you find anything.

Aether: Alright, we'll be heading out now

Y/n: Can I go with you guys?

Jean: Are you sure Y/n? I don't want you to overwork or push yourself a lot. you're still recovering from what happened earlier

Y/n: I'll be fine, I just want to take a walk and get some fresh air

Aether: I'm take of her if that makes you feel better

Jean: *sighs* All right then, please protect Y/n while you're both out there

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Paimon: There's something you didn't tell them. The dragon and the crystal weren't the only things we saw.

Aether: I'd like to investigate it on my own first. I don't think he's a bad guy.

Paimon: So you do remember him, that green guy.

Y/n: Huh? Who are you guys talking about?

Paimon: He looked just like that guy down there! *points at the guy*

Aether: Well... Looks like him...

Paimon: What!?

Y/n: *shocked* "Papa..."

Aether: Let's follow him

Y/n: Alright...

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Paimon: That green guy disappeared! Use Elemental Sight to track him down.

Aether: "Why does Y/n have two marks on the back of her neck? The teal one looks to be the Anemo symbol, but which one is the other one?"

While they were following the elemental. footsteps, the footsteps stopped at a wall

Paimon: His footprints lead to this wall. Did he climb up from here?

Aether: Still, let's go after him!

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Who said those words? And why does Y/n have two elemental symbols on her neck?

[https-heizou]

case file: anastasia. [info sheet]

name: anastasia (codename: rosaura)

age: 19

pronouns: she/they

species: human

vision/weapon: dendro catalyst, pyro delusion

job: the twelvth fatui harbinger

love interest: scaramouche

home country: snezhnaya

known relatives: signora (mother), juliette (sister - @mon-magicien’s oc)

known nicknames: most commonly by the other harbingers; ana or rosa. scaramouche calls her stasia and juliette calls her annie.

claimed emoji: 🔥

lore. the twelvth fatui harbinger, the youngest and also the most recent harbinger. her codename comes from the spanish 'life is a dream' play.

anastasia was an average fatui soldier before she became a harbinger. she was born unto it from her mother, rosalynn or otherwise known as la signora. there are rumours that she is favoured by the tsaritsa as signora's daughter.

anastasia is known to be sporadic and uncontrollable. she can be demanding, cold and sometimes just a straight psycho. she has a short temper and tends to be quite snappy. soldiers under her command tell tales that she'll use her vision to get what she wants or threaten someone and even goes as far as using her delusion as torture.

anastasia's vision is dendro and she usually creates flora and vines with it. her delusion on the other hand is pyro, setting alight to the very plants she created. a bittersweet end to her own creations.

scaramouche and anastasia don't typically run into each other which is good because their personalities heavily clash. anastasia is stationed in inazuma with signora but signora would rather she help scaramouche while she deals with the raiden shogun. this is the first time scaramouche and anastasia meet.

notable songs from her playlist. rebel girl - bikini kill. hit and run - lolo. rude boy - rihanna.

[ruumirmir]

HEHHEHGHEHGHHHEHEHGH HOW COULD I NOT GET THE HOUSE OF WOLVES REFERENCE that was THE roman empire that got me So invested into the harbingers. ESPECIALLY PANTALONE cause the umbrella + gun combo was Doing it for me. Ladies first ig cause Navia is slaying that gunbrella now ＞︿＜

J Michael Tatum agenda coming in with the STEEL CHAIR in the holy year of 2024 cause the new black butler season just dropped OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH wdym sebastian is wearing GLASSES with the HANGING METAL CHAINS as well. I will die perhaps. Also im breaking my silence today: I think Pantalone's japanese VA was the biggest L of the century. Naur..... why is it that deep.... Threw me off so hard.... IM going to rank the VA's in order of how i like them:

English (beautiful. Evil boy. Cunning. Your typical (^_^) faced anime snake. perhaps a little mischievious. Teehee. Fucking kills you <3)

Chinese (your shady coworker. But hes fairly chill. You guys do your accounting maths homework over a cup of coffee sometimes)

Russian (its giving Zhenya from Codename Anastasia. I need to run far away as possible. Sexy 10/10 tho)

Korean (feels like hes mentally spitting on my face. okay damn egocentric ceo boss I wont ever breathe the same air as you please forgive me)

Latin Spanish (yeah i can see it. Kinda. Might have to squint tho.)

French (this is what the commedia del arte pantalone would sound like. VA caster was nawt aware of the gacha game design changes however)

Indonesian (im calling a trusted adult. Speaking like he wants to steal christmas)

JAPANESE (Brother eugh (σ｀д′)σ )

movnig on- MILDLY DEGRADING PANTALONE down on my knees im going 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️ nothing rivals a "good boy" imo but MMMM. maybe. JUST A LITTLE. very small amount to keep reader on his toes. We wouldn't want to make the Loverboy cry- Also my small HC that earlier on in Pantalone's years of fatui work,, he had a much shorter temper that blew up in places. inexperienced with ambitions and was much more OPEN with his emotions. But now as we're seeing it- mellowed out over the years. Devleoped a GOOD poker face,, a businessman is nothing without one after all. Does this make sense-

Ough Pantalone with that aura of cocksure appreciation and disapproval to prod and poke loverboy off his rails of fear and reservations to grow into his own beautiful and deadly UNIT . Which the future harbinger would love to keep under his thumb. "Im doing whats best for you" kinda thing.

Thats the very basic spoiler-free skeleton principle of what drives Hannibal- if you've seen/read it by now ...(*￣０￣)ノ Hannibal recognizes the deep buried down potential of Will Graham becoming someone like him and pushes him towards it. Hannibal doesn't DO the corruption arc,, just winds up the key on the toy's back and watches it go. Tips one domino to send it tumbling all on its own. Thats how pantalone would operate i think. Its never NOT a game of chess for him.

Ririto brain fart moment?? 😭😂 its ok bb i forgive your big silly happens to the best of us </3 Who did you think to write as the Anon source? Some chara we already know? 👁👁

OKAY that was outta NOWHERE- dont worry,, like father like son- hes gonna be riding THE fatui dick during his career at somepoint too- WOOAAHHHH who said that . Hilarious how this is suposed to be a Male reader but i wouldnt mind self inserting as pantalone cause a Loverboy whimpering audio isnt something I'd pass up.

NOW onto the main event: I've done some thinking for the small revisions/ fitting that oneshot into the timeline,, Reader is a born and raised Snezhnayan,, Pantalone is born in Liyue (pry this hc from my dead HANDS hoyoverse) but he's renounced that nation and its god for never lending a helping hand,, and now resides in Snezhnaya under the Tsaritza. Based on Arlecchino's jab at him in the Lazzo trailer,, Im assuming Pantalone RARELY ever travels out of snezhnaya.

For this,, let's just say: This is Loverboy's 3rd year of service, where all fatuus are mandated to carry out orders abroad. Work experience and what not. Maybe 4-ish months into working bank in liyue, reader is vibing- but orders come from Pantalone,, a handful of fatui are expected to dig up dirt on a Liyuean man's business and report back to Pantalone. It's CEO boss would be meeting Pantaloone soon. Small group project. No biggie. Loverboy isn't stupid. The fatui didnt make it to where they are WITHOUT underhanded ethics.

So he goes. Back to snezhnaya in his group with trade secrets in tow. The meeting goes terribly. bullets and blades fly. So does loverboy and pantalone out a window. A hydro vision is granted. Pantalone does the kill FOR reader. You know how it goes-

Im thinking that this mission with loverboy's first blood can be the follow up Part 2 of that. Pantalone gets to: 1. tie up loose ends with any witnesses that got away. Can't have the scandal of a failed endeavor run thorugh the streets. 2. take his relatively naive subordinate for a spin. He simply Had to see what made Celestia grant their authority unto loverboy. And not him

Afterwards when all is said and done, man killed and Loverboy dismissed back to liyue to finish his final year of duty,, pantalone can rest a little easy knowing reader is on the right track for now,, afterall, there's only so much he can do as a High ranked fatui Officiant. He has his own goals to conquer for now,, maybe he'll get back to his loverboy pet project After becoming a Harbinger.

Good things come to those who wait. It's a matter of how long. I think pantalone can already guess that reader would quit the fatui business after his mandated 3 years. Thats fine with him tho. He know's Loverboy would come right back.

BONUS ANNOTATED THOUGHT:

His smile doesn't falter. "Speak up. When we want things, we ask for them directly. Do I make myself clear?" You hastily nod as best you can. 

plus this part from my other req:

Regrator is 28, and then 29, and then 30. And his offer is finally accepted afterall, because he needs to resist smirking at the one who came crawling back.

OOoOOoOOoooOOOoO what if this was the character development of what pantalone said to him. After the time skip of many years, Loverboy returns with a sharp glint in his eyes, stalks right up to Pantalone with his gaze held firmly and asks- if not, downright demands to avail that extended offer now. Loverboy does want (him) it now.

ok thats enough yapping for now i fear. Goodnight everypony-

Ok lets go SImply reblogging your oneshot for my req isn't enough i need to analyze and annotate the entire thing like a literature professor and tell you Everything. (✿◡‿◡)

pantalone might be ooc

He's not!!!!!! by which i think this is fairly a Really Good portrayal of the guy considering the 5 sentences we know about him. He's strict!!! frankly a little scary!! And also chill and positive about loverboy!! But it felt Just Right!!!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

descriptions of blood

description so good i might as well have killed that man myself

...pretend that his lore has a spot where this fits perfectly

I think i can make it fit!! would you be cool with making minor changes if so?

"You're very good at what you do."

Imagining the same voice as sebastian michaelis saying this with the sexiest buttersmooth voice is eviscerating me. Very self-indulgent but praise kinks will always slay so hard.

...on the verge of stabbing him a moment ago. 

This,, and the small thing i wrote about loverboy launching them both out the window to escape an onslaught of assassins in my other req. get you a ship where one of them has completely normal knee-jerk reactions to kill the other <3

...as he crushes their hand beneath his shoe without mercy

Fatui Harbingers - House of Wolves - KIERU 0:15

...Instead, Pantalone looks unfazed by it all, stopping as he reaches the other side of you, free of most of the blood. He greets you with a knowing smile as he usually does.

hey ririto this is so ominous and eerie for some reason not known to me. Just the backdrop of grey and snow and probably a gruesome corpse right next to loverboy and Pantalone has a silent smile through everything. Delicious sentence 10/10.

"I knew making you a banker was a good idea,"

THIS IS SO. The confidence and quite calm assurance that pantalone says this with is SO. You'd never be sure whether to lean into it and let out a sigh of relief,, o r back up further becuase it sounds so good but all in the wrong ways.

...thumb brushing across your bottom lip slicked with blood.

fellas is it professional to feed double edged words of honey to your young inexperienced subordinate while kneeling in front of his battered and bruised self who killed someone for you,, and run a gloved thumb across his blood soaked lip. ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• )

"Who knew you had so many other talents,"

you are infusing these dialouges with crack cocaine giggling kicking my feet while being slightly concerned because Sir. What do you mean by that.

"Ah ah," he says, a harshness seeping into even just that sound. "Stay."  You stay put,

thank you for making loverboy so Ouppy.

"Lord Harbinger," you try to say

yes,, this could be a minor thing to adjust: i think we could actually fit this oneshot somewhere AFTER he gets his vision,, and BEFORE Pantalone becomes the Harbinger Regrator. Can be a valid reason for Pantalone to see that reader failed to kill the assassin from their shitty negotiation meeting,, and wanting to newly test him again after he had his vision + ambitions awakened to see if he can get past the fear of killing NOW. (Even then,, maybe due to inexperience/unfamiliarity of using visions, reader didn't think to raise his advantage of supernatural powers against another visionless man in this scenario.)

I'd think his first kill was one of the factors that caused him to leave after his 3year duty, not sticking around for Pantalone's promotion to Regrator.

"You are much like your father."

Top 10 things Not to say to someone with daddy issues-

...they're as wet behind the ears as you are.

Dear diary, Today i learned a new speech of expression

...Pantalone's hand that rests on your chin moves... "Now, try again. Dear banker, whatever do you mean?" 

this whole paragraph. What on earth do you mean 'ooc pantalone'. This is the MOST pantalone thing you could've written. Strict and intimidating about improving reader's meek attitude. a Push in the right direction.

"Is this a test?" you manage, words muffled by the way he squishes your face like putty beneath his fingers.

(thank you for making loverboy so Ouppy) x2

...and you know who, regardless of how 'anonymous' that source may have been in his words.

I MAY BE STUPID. （；´д｀）ゞ I CANT TELL. who you are hinting towards 😭😭

"Hold this," he adds, an unnervingly tender instruction for the way he was just behaving. 

There he is. its reminding me of: the same pantalone that washed reader with a clock in my very first req to you.

...looking probably about as pathetic as you think you do.

POV: You're Pantalone looking down at Loverboy.

I forgot how much of a bug-eyed wet dog loverboy is before his time-skip "character development" so to say. Thanks i love him.

"next time someone approaches you from behind, don't wait to stab them. Don't reach for your wet knife with your wet hands, either. Both of those things will get you killed."

I think pantalone is entirely having too much fun with observing Loverboy try climbing the ropes to how REAL fatuus run business.

"Come now. You want to go home and back to Liyue, don't you? I'm tired of this cold." 

Σ(っ °Д °;)っ back to liyue??? Loverboy is Liyuean??? pantalone stays in liyue??? I ALWAYS THOUGHT arlecchino called pantalone a bitch in Signora's funeral for "never leaving the comfort of his homeland?" Whuh-?

ALL IN ALL,, CLOSING THOGUHTS,, GOOD FOOD RIRITO DINNER HAS BEEN SERVED, ATE, AND LICKED CLEAN 10/10 ILY

I GOTT THIS JUST BEFORE I WENT TO SLEEP AND ONLY JUST GOT THE TIME TO ANSWER IT BUT I KNEWWW YOU WOULD GET THE HOUSE OF WOLVES REFERENCE

That is true actually and I realised after I posted it that like, wtf is in character for him?? 😭 he's said like two things and while I have memorised those things they're not a lot to go off but I'm glad you enjoy him (ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪

Also if you can make it fit, feel free ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ I sorta only had a vague idea of where it might go, but at that point in time, loverboy works abroad in the Northland Bank. I'll also throw in that he travelled there for that job and unfortunately does not come from Liyue 😔 (unless he's supposed to?? I got the impression he was from Snezhnaya) it was more a "I bet you'd love to be back at a desk job rn" or something to that effect, loverboy is going back to the bank once things are settled where he belongs but Pantalone isn't going with him (hence why they're in Snezhnaya when this happenscause I also interpret at as him not liking to leave Liyue)

I'm so glad the J Michael Tatum love never stops but also you're so right praise kinks absolutely do. I also noticed that them trying to kill each other is like, a repeated theme so far 😭⁉️ LIKE WHEN PANTALONE WENT TO FIND HIM LAST ONESHOT HE WAS GONNA KILL THAT FUCKER

Confident possibly mildly degrading Pantalone is literally my favourite thing, like I chew on him. I chew on him being unnervingly calm because what would he have in the eyes of a wet mop boy besides an unwavering poker face. Get yourself a man who uses the blood of your enemies like your lipstick and knows he made good choices stationing you at his shady probably money laundering black hole of debt he calls a bank

Yk I agree actually I was trying to figure the timeline out in my head and realised it would've made more sense to happen before he was a Harbinger so I agree with this revision that actually makes it fit the lore and if I ever decide to make it a longer multichapter fic I'll definitely fix that 💀 t'was a victim of laziness

YES YES THIS Pantalone basically shaping him up so he doesn't literally die and being strict with it get so him. He'll prompt him to say it again but won't let it slide because that behaviour isn't going to be beneficial, especially not with someone who may be working under him long-term

I went back to read the part about the anonymous source line came from, and I think I figured out what happened here, so allow me to explain  (;ﾟдﾟ)   Ok so, it has a bit to do with the weird way I wrote this because when I said I wrote this on the train that was half a lie. I wrote some of it on the train and the rest at the library where I also edited what I already had because the spelling mistakes were atrocious. I did write down who it was but cut it when I decided it cluttered the story a bit which retrospectively was also a mistake because I didn't think about the fact it would seem like I was hinting at something at the time (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) the shorter, boring answer is that there's no one Ririto did a big silly and cut context in the chaotic editing this suffered

LMAO NOT THE CLOCK AGAIN

I love him the wet mop boy. I was like I want him to be at least a lil pathetic rn because his concerns are completely different. He's thinking about how to not die, and how much he misses his mom and his much fatui dick his dad must've been riding before death to think this career path was worth it (slash JOKING but he is still wondering why his father would have done this job willingly) that and I think men who whimper are cute thanks for coming to my Ted talk

HE IS ENJOYING IT and I love it sm

Hehe I am glad to know you haven't gone hungry today (^o^) and such high ratings for the banker and loverboy

[sgcairo]

Dottore Clone/Segment Headcanons: Part Two

A follow up from Part One! So we all know that Prime Il Dottore has yet to show his face, with all his clones appearing all over the place. Sneaky bastard. So here are the clone headcanons (in more detail and a bit more serious)! This also includes a few particular clones that may or may not appear throughout the entirety of my ongoing Babytorre AU.

Just a quick warning, there is some inhumane shit, but it's Dottore. Come on.

-The clones really don't have any concrete personalities of their own. They are Dottore, and it is their job to carry out Prime's will. They all have the uncanny madman cackle (read: not hur hur hur because Manga clone will die for his sins), and often seem to be accurate to Prime's actual persona. But one fact stands true: They imitate Prime to a concerning degree, taking on his mannerisms, figures of speech, and even his micro expressions- as they have not developed or experienced the critical points of Dottore's life that have shaped him. When tested on their own abstract thinking in Prime's place, few actually exhibit outside traits that are not within the parameters of Dottore.

-Dottore holds a general disdain for his clones. Yes, they are useful, especially when handling additional experiments and helping out around the lab, but he also hates watching himself make the same stupid mistakes in a constant loop. Not to mention that he feels quite detached from them, as he doesn't consider them to be much more than tools or objects to get what he wants.

-Babytorre was a mistake. An outlier in the typical creation of clones. In an effort to improve the durability of the clones, Il Dottore originally made the formula and conducted the creation of Babytorre directly, which should've gone to plan, and created a more durable clone, capable of withstanding intense battering and with faster healing to withstand permanent damage. Babytorre got none of the projected values, and is rather unremarkable in terms of his abilities. The only difference from the previous generation of clones is that he has a genetic mutation which dulls his sensitivity to temperatures- but only so he can't feel them as intensely.

-Earl (see: Babytorre Headcanon #2) is a particular clone that is quite distinguishable from the other clones, given he's not actually a clone of just Il Dottore. His genetics were mixed with another (unaware) donor's genetics, and he has black hair with a white stripe as a consequence, the stripe being from unexpected accelerated growth during the gestation period. He's also much shorter than the other clones, which makes for a very vivid contrast. He also has terrible vision, 0/10. I'm sure you can guess who he was derived from...

-Irnes (see: Babytorre Names) is what some would call... Eccentric, at best. Babytorre really likes him, just because Irnes will carry him around and is considered a bit out of line, for the standard clone. He is clearly an exact copy of Il Dottore, minus one small thing: He was an escape artist from day one. Dottore suspects that it must've been because he fell and bonked his head when he came out of the pod originally, but Irnes has no recollection of the day and wouldn't tell you even if he knew. It's said that he tries to escape the lab regularly, but he has yet to be successful. He's not exactly discreet. He gets overexcited easily, and seems to be more reminiscent of Dottore's Sumeru phase, fascinated with literally everything and very interested in ruin guards. In fact, he was in charge of one of the abandoned factories for a while, until he was called back with the rest of the workers.

-Babytorre (see: My whole Babytorre blog that is sitting right in front of your eyes): Literally a child. Go read the rest of my posts and the fic, it shall all be explained. If you want the basic explanation now, accidental de-aged Dottore, a clean slate from before Dottore's obsession with creating super-humans. His body is about five years old, and he's somewhat shy... But also a little ray of sunshine. How is Il Dottore's younger self wholesome in any way? I don't know, ask my woke 2am brain.

-The clones either look like Dottore down to the last hair, or have gone clown style and are completely bonkers in terms of dressing themselves. Babytorre is the exception, Pantalone has given him the drippiest mini-Harbinger wear to ever exist. But they either look exactly like Prime, or have gone off the wall and look like this:

(WHAT ARE ALL THOSE RANDOM STRAPS IS HE OKAY???)

Dottore either has immaculate fashion or wears fishnets over fuzzy pink socks, fight me.

-On that point, there's utility clones and then there's management clones. How to tell them apart: How fancy they look. Standard issue utility clones look pretty boring, with a white, light blue, and grey pallet, sometimes with red or dark blue accents to match the Fatui colors. As I said, they generally look identical to Dottore, but their bland clothing typically distinguishes them from the actual Harbinger and gives them a background presence. I would say that they could be attributed to stage crew in a play, unnoticeable but still handling important behind the scenes mechanics. A fun little tie back to the Commedia dell'arte basis of the Harbingers! Higher ranks do as they please with their wardrobe, leading to whack combinations like the ones above, and typically have more emboldened personalities as a consequence.

-Dottore hand-picks the clones he wishes to represent him. Usually for their superior talent or a particular trait that they have developed through his experiments.

-Dottore keeps them all in a back room, where they usually only go to sleep or hang out. They all just got shoved in a room so they'd stay out of the way, as their numbers grew to be increasingly overwhelming. Dottore occasionally checks on them to make sure they're not dead, but he doesn't really give a shit beyond that, they are actually somewhat self-sufficient. If they want food, they have to go raid the kitchens, he's not their nanny. Some have picked up their own residences within the palace through their own means, but some of the more utility based clones simply live in that room until they are called out to perform a task.

-They all have the same chaotic nature when not on duty. While being faced by Prime, they act all organized, but the sleeping area is just so immaculately chaotic that Dottore had to have a thicker door created for it. There's scream arguing at 2am over if a hot pocket is technically a type of ravioli, burning shit that they probably shouldn't burn, literal smackdowns for academic purposes, just a room full of clones losing their shit collectively.

-Babytorre is actually the only Babytorre there is, correction on the last set where I made it sound like there were multiple. Younger iterations of Dottore are rare, but also rarely survive in the first place. None were as young as Babytorre, but all the ones that were previously made out of curiosity or to be possibly weaponized died shortly after their incubation period finished, usually after being in excruciating pain for hours. The longest one has ever lived was two days. Dottore remembers it vividly only because this one was coherent enough to beg him to put it out of its misery. Regardless, he didn't, and simply observed as the clone slowly died, for his own research purposes.

-Dottore has several hundred reports from the clones to still read, though he usually files them away and doesn't even glance at them. If they were important, the clones would actually notify him in a concise manner, not a hundred page analysis of Sumeru's theoretical ecological decline.

-Irnes and Babytorre share a bunk in the clone room, which is actually the whole reason they met in the first place. Whenever Babytorre returns to the lab after being taken in by Pantalone, Irnes is always there to question him intently and to keep the Mondstadt clone far from Babytorre. Irnes and the clown looking clone hate each other, mostly because Irnes is the only one with the guts to stand up to him. They also argue over who has the better suit (it's Irnes, okay).

-Irnes is like everyone's dad. He actually takes care of the clones, and he's very friendly. No one has ratted him out yet for what could be considered "unseemly" for Fatui appearances, as he is often the one who helps the clones fresh out of the vats, and the one who gives them their little known names.

-Earl has his own room, apart from the other clones. As he isn't a direct Il Dottore creation, as well as an ongoing project, he must be kept under heavy guard and cared for appropriately. But Irnes occasionally escorts him out of the palace for a breath of fresh air, usually at night. Earl doesn't know what the daylight actually looks like, only the dark sky that enshrouds the Tsaritsa's palace at night, with the occasional star within it.

-The utility clones typically have a standard issue uniform, when in the lab. It's not much more than a button down and a matching suit, or a smock depending on their roles in the lab. There's also a color code for different "divisions", with matching earrings in the selected colors. But it's still only the right ear that they have pierced. It's always the one sided piercing.

-Rumor has it that Dottore is about to make a breakthrough on something of a super-clone. No one has a confirmation yet though, it's merely speculation.

-I feel like Dottore is more clinical than his clone here, please tell me that the Doctor doesn't look that powerful then turns out to be a little bitch baby. Please.

[exaltatuss]

Fatui

[explicitred]

How will the streamers react it yn's VA singing once a upon a December from Anastasia after his prince kin was released

I can already tell how many fanarts,comics and animation this will have

Once Upon a December - Streamer AU, Prince Skin (Male Reader)

October 19 (3)

Tumblr Posting Marathon: https://at.tumblr.com/explicitred/tumblr-posting-marathon-oct-17-cyno-headcanons/8sy6ewfg7r6k

Y/N??? The Genshin character’s VA, singing Once Upon A December from Anastasia???? They are very ecstatic! TOO ecstatic.

These following characters would listen to your song on loop. It doesn’t matter where they are, whether they're at school, in a meeting, wherever. Kazuha, Venti, Itto, Cyno (He'd be really secretive about it), Tighnari

They would spend most of their stream reviewing and watching animations, reading comics, and searching up fanart of you singing your song. Albedo, Childe, Xiao, Alhaitham (He'd just stare at a fanart of you for four hours straight lol), Tighnari

Albedo would spend his stream sketching and drawing you more frequently. He made an animation of his own using the original video (Once Upon a Dec) as a reference. The Chalk Prince also has drawings that he keeps for himself, not even letting his stream viewers see it. He has a smile visible on his face whenever he sees his private fanart of you.

These following characters would spend huge amounts of money for more merchandise of you. They definitely already have more than enough merch, yet they continue wanting to buy things related to you. Pierro, Columbina, Pulcinella, Pantalone, Arlecchino, Tartaglia, Sandrone, Scaramouche, La Signora, Il Capitano, Il Dottore (All Fatui Harbingers)

[exaltatuss]

"That's the third day in a row you had turkey sandwiches." Thankfully, they still have enough bread for it. Hence Anastasia began preparing them. "Indeed. Otherwise, it'd be quite exhausting in the long run to carry our weapons in long treks." And would end up being more tedious on terrain with rougher conditions, too.

"... Hm." So the two of them are headed to the same destination? Ah well, that can work too. "I was planning on heading out to Fontaine as well. From what I have heard, there are several things you can do there that's not accessible to other nations, too, as well as sights to see." And of course, she was also very much familiar about the Traveler she was talking about.

"The Traveler, huh? I've heard from other nation folk that they're something of a big shot, themselves. And besides, we don't know if they'll still be around once we get there."

Well, the Traveler being in Fontaine would certainly complicate things in the Fatui's operation in Fontaine.

"I'll take some turkey sandwiches, please!" Yep, she was already getting on the work to remove the tent and put it into her Vision's storage. "Pretty convenient that we Allogenes just have a hyperspace to carry our weapons and other items around, huh?" Vanity didn't know the other was of the Fatui though.

"Say, where ya going after breakfast? Personally I thought about hitting up Fontaine. I heard the infamous Traveler is heading there next and I wanna see 'em."