#I WANT TO PLAY THEM but hoarder instinct when I do have money + currently not having money just makes me like.

[ratcandy]

i've been seeing a lot of rainworld stuff both here and all over my yt recommendations and it's making me wanna look into it so bad but MY ass wants to PLAY it and I don't got the Money to GET it 'cause I gotta be Saving RN so I'm just sitting here like . clenching my fists

[aminiatureworld]

Needled Words

Characters: Childe, fm!reader

Word Count: 1,691

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When does a joke go too far, when is a jab more than just friendly? Where does the line blur and where does it stop?

In which Childe’s teasing becomes too much for the reader

Author’s Note: For some reason this prompt made me think of Nancy Mitford, mostly because she was known also for being a slightly mean-spirited teaser. Ah Childe, my beloved. Communication in a relationship is key y’all.

Childe

You knew that Childe was only joking. After all, didn’t he read his letters to you? Brimming with little asides and jokes.

“Dear Tonia, I would say I was happy to get your letter, if only it was sopping wet. Did you leave it out in the snow again? I swear, if you were in the illustrious Tsaritsa’s army, you’d probably end up attacking your own regiment, and then I’d be forced to execute you for treason!” No one could mistake such an opening for anything except a slightly barbed bit of teasing.

Nor were the younger one’s exempt. Teucer’s antics had resulted in quite a bit of teasing. “Teucer, I think the Mr. Cyclopses have better survival instincts” and “I didn’t take you for someone who spent other people’s money!” This latter statement was made after Teucer spied the hand-crafted, very expensive, fireworks that were sold in Liyue. Of course, Childe had bought him the fireworks, and of course he never begrudged doing things for you when he teased you either. Still, you somehow felt as if things were different when directed at you.

Not that they really were. It wasn’t so much that you were picking up a different tone, it was more that, unlike Childe’s siblings and other friends, such as Zhongli, who was subjected to endless old man jokes, you couldn’t seem to take them well. When he joked about how many times you ran into the countertop you began to wonder if you truly had something wrong with your hand-eye coordination; when he said you were the laziest person, he’d ever met you wondered if you weren’t sleeping in too late; when he teased that he had to be your personal babysitter you wondered if you were truly good enough to be an adventurer. It wasn’t Childe’s fault, it really wasn’t, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Of course, you could tell him, could finally let it all out and stop pretending that it wasn’t painful to try and keep all your emotion sunder wraps. But you couldn’t help but feel as if that would in some ways disappoint him. He was a Harbinger, tough, aloof. No words could ever hurt Childe, of that, you were sure. So how would he take it, the knowledge that his part was all too liable to shatter at every poke and prod? You couldn’t blame him if he turned out to be ashamed.

So, you kept it to yourself, smiled through all the jabs and teases. It didn’t matter, it really didn’t. You were fine! Or if you, weren’t it wasn’t worth it trying to change anything. You didn’t want to lose Childe, didn’t want to see the change when he went to say something before stopping, looking at you’re with barely concealed disappointment. Childe lived with his emotions to the forefront after all. And you wouldn’t ask him to change something you ultimately loved about him.

Thus, the days continued on, as did the teasing and the feigned smiles. Some days it was worth it, some days you were left with nothing but happiness bubbling up inside, the love that humans reserved for a very few number of friends and lovers. Yet those days were often days with minimal teasing, and you couldn’t help but notice the layer of anxiety that pressed on your love the days that were filled with Childe’s jabs. Lying in bed, limbs tangled with his, you stared up at the ceiling, wondering what you should do. You felt trapped, by your emotions, by your pride, by Childe’s words. They were all encircling you, and you could do nothing to defend yourself. You tried to keep the tears to a minimum; after all your partner slept so little already.

You didn’t know when the subtle shift happened, when it all became too much to handle. Maybe it was after Childe’s recent trip to Snezhnaya, where, surrounded by Harbingers who saw their coworkers as enemies rather than allies, he had sharpened his wit even more so than before. If his earlier teasing was unfocused, general quips, then his current ones struck quite closer to home.

“Wow my dear I didn’t peg you for a Treasure Hoarder, I don’t think that arrow could hit anyone if it tried!”

“I think you truly have the makings of someone who gets scammed by a Mondstadtian duke, or perhaps a Fontaine prince who has lost all his mora in a flood. Remind me to never go shopping with you.”

“Honestly, I think if you ran into the Electro Archon, she’d think your vision was fake. It’d be an easy way out.”

The whiplash of Childe’s proclamations of “princess” mingled with sentences that, had they been geared at anyone else, would surely be insults was shocking, and you found yourself less and less able to keep these two aspects of your partner compatible in your mind. Even less did you find the ability to simply brush it off.

You didn’t know why it was a comment about your socks that finally caused you to break. Really, it was too juvenile.

Laundry in your shared apartment was often seen as a punishment, the chore that each of you pushed onto the other. As such there was often a pile of laundry in the laundry basket, and incredibly slim pickings in your drawers. That being the case you often found yourself wearing mismatched socks. Perhaps it was a little odd, or a little childish, but it was certainly preferrable to spending all day at the river scrubbing your hands red. Who cared anyways? No one would notice such a small thing, especially once you had put your boots on.

However, nothing could get past Childe’s wicked sense of humor, and apparently your clothing choices were prime fodder for him.

“Nice socks.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, already having a sense of where it was going. The smirk that played across your partner’s face was full of mischief, and usually that only led to one place.

“I think that you’ll be quite the icon among toddlers all throughout Liyue. People will be asking you if you’re lost all day, or maybe they’ll ask you how it feels like to be nine.”

It was really a silly comment to get so upset over, such a small, insignificant thing to cry over. Yet there you were, standing in the kitchen, frozen in horror as your vision became fuzzy with tears. Unsure about any other course of action you buried your face in your hands and prayed Childe wouldn’t think about what you were doing.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

You could hear the panic and concern mingling in Childe’s voice. Almost immediately a warm hand was on your shoulder, and you were suddenly flooded with the presence of the person you loved so much, the person you were now crying about. You could tell Childe was saying something, was whispering soft words of comfort, but in the moment your thoughts felt all too loud. Overwhelmed by the situation you turned into your partner’s shoulder and let yourself cry.

Eventually sensing you had lost all your tears Childe drew back slightly.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

“Yes please,” you replied, voice still small. Nodding Childe moved towards the kitchen. Within a few moments he was back, glass in hand.

“Was it the teasing?” He asked as you drank. Whatever you had to say about your partner, he certainly wasn’t stupid.

“Yes,” you mumbled, nodding for affect.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I had gone too far. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“But Childe, it, it’s not just this time.”

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, voice flooding through with concern once more.

“It’s, I’m sorry, it’s just that, it’s all the time. Not all the time, every time you tease me. It’s not your fault! Of course, it’s not, it’s my fault. I don’t know, I just, it really hurts sometimes, all the time? I don’t know. I just, I’m sorry.”

Childe’s expression was one of abject horror. Taking your hand, he rubbed small circles on the top with his thumb. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much it was affecting you. I should have been more careful.”

“But I don’t want you to feel like you have to, I don’t know, I know you tease everyone, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You aren’t making me uncomfortable.” Childe’s voice seemed just as hurried as yours. “It makes me more uncomfortable to think that you’ve been burying this the whole time. You’re damn good at hiding things you know. But this isn’t a war or something, you don’t have to hide what you’re feeling, for whatever reason. Better if you tell me, y’know?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Doesn’t look good on you, or sound good. I’d rather hear you happy.” Childe leaned in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. “I love you, okay? You mean more to me than a little bit of teasing.”

“You don’t think I’m being weak?” You managed to make out as your anxiety lessened its grip on you.

“Weak? Girlie you’re one of the strongest people I know! Weak my ass. If you wanted to rule the world you could give me a run for my money. Of course, I’d win though. I mean, I would be there right with you.”

“I know you would,” you smiled, despite yourself.

You knew that Childe probably would still retain the odd sense of humor and levity he already had. Old habits die hard and all that. Still, you had managed to say what had been haunting you all this time and, more than that, you had been assured that you were good enough, strong enough. Those few words, no matter how short, meant the world to you.

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: childe x traveler gn reader

req: yes | wc: 1.11k | cw: violence

🤠alex: Being a traveler that saves childe from an attack, he thinks you just got lucky with your doges and he gets in a battle that you save him from again. Then he realizes “oh yeah, i need this person by my side, either romantically, or platonically.”

Treasure hoarders are either stupid or extremely genius.

Who would’ve thought to ambush a Fatui Harbinger, the 11th no less? But it was the fact it was the 11th that they tried.

You see, Childe was also either stupid or smart. While he could not deny a fight, no matter how many opponents or disadvantages, he could also prevail through 20 man armies. Either he ran on pure fighting instincts or he was smart enough -though it was more about observation- to catch his opponents’ weaknesses.

Nevertheless, the treasure hoarders knew that the 11th Harbinger’s pride and obsession with the thrill of battle would mean that he would not stop fighting until all of them were defeated.

That is why they brought, oh let’s see, every treasure hoarder in Liyue? Oh what’s that, 100? Sounds about right.

Childe was a fool to not run away at the mere sight of them. You see 100 people in front of you, all armed with hammers, shovels, molotovs, and throwing knives; and you don’t run.

It was lucky you came across the large fight -it was quite loud, really. As the traveler who beat a dragon, an old god, and even the 11th Harbinger himself, all without a ‘vision’; you could handle 100 men, provided you had a partner.

Sending Paimon away to find help, you dive into battle quickly, back to back with Childe.

“What the heck is going on, Childe?” The man only glances your way before turning back to the treasure hoarders. You catch a smile on his face, which is surely from the ‘thrill’.

“I don’t know, they ambushed me! I’m not one to turn down a fight, though.” Based on the twenty or so men on the ground, you could surmise he wasn’t going down anytime soon. Though there were about four fifths of people left.

“Clearly.” You huff.

“I take my side, you take yours!”

“Childe, no-”

Before you could argue why that was a horrible idea, he was already running away from you and back into the fray. “You damn idiot!”

Of course, you knew he was bound to be reckless at some point -and no, you did not mean just now when he decided to split. He was a ballsy man with ballsy decisions. He cuts a guy once with his hydro daggers, and then he looks away like a moron. And you know what happens? The guy is fine, he’s not down, and he can still throw blows.

Before he can deal a blow to your favorite Harbinger, your sword is parrying his shovel. Childe only has time to glance your way once again before he turns back to your foes. “Thanks!”

“Don’t mention it!”

Anyway, turns out (1+1) - 100 = 0, because 1 traveler and 1 harbinger can beat 100 treasure hoarders. Neither of you were unscathed, that’s for sure, but at least you’re alive.

As you freshen up with nearby river water -thank Teyvat landscape- Childe thinks back to the battle. “Thanks again.”

And once again, you say, “Don’t mention it.”

He could’ve handled one shovel to the head though, couldn’t he? His pride was telling him that much. Perhaps… you were just lucky. Was that right? Seems right to him!

Yes, you’re skilled. Yes, you beat him in battle. Yes, you also beat a god.

He doesn’t want to admit that if it weren’t for you, he would’ve been robbed off all his pocket money -not that he didn’t have money in the bank, and possibly his life. In fact, he doesn’t even think about it.

Though the next time his life is in danger, he’s back in the ‘Liyue’s Institute for Toy Research’ a.k.a. the Fatui’s ruin guard investigation facility.

Why is he there? Teucer wants a new toy, a much, much bigger Mr. Cyclops. The little boy had needs that Childe couldn’t help but fulfill.

Why are you there? He brought you along. Considering last time -both at the Toy Institute and the 100 treasure hoarder incident- you had to come in order to, basically, babysit him.

Hopefully you would be able to find one lonely ruin guard to fight and take home.

But your hopes are useless.

“Childe not again!” Last time, you sat back while Teucer and Childe played ‘hide and seek’. You watched him fight a bunch of ruin guards all at once, a mistake that you wouldn’t take this time.

The Harbinger merely laughs, diving into battle once again. Honestly, how is this man not dead already?

One by one, sometimes a pair a time, ruin guards keep dropping in after you defeat one. The only thoughts in your head are “I hate Childe”, “When are they going to stop?”, and battle observations. Childe, on the other hand, seems to be having the time of his life.

He’s laughing. Take a second to process that.

HE’S LAUGHING.

And once again, as a reckless and ballsy man, he forgets to check his surroundings and gets too carried away with the current ruin guard he’s fighting. The result of that: near death.

Missiles come his way, what’s the only thing you can do? Tackle him to the ground to dodge the missiles.

When you land on the ground, safe and sound, you get up right away and go back to fighting. Childe is stunned for a few minutes, but he’s quick to follow. “Thanks!”

“You owe me one!”

You hadn’t given him enough time for him to pull you into a quick kiss -you’re hot and that move you just pulled was extremely sexy- nor did he have time to savor the moment. Sure, if you stayed on the ground for longer, you could’ve gotten squashed, but he liked you! Still, he was lucky to have you.

You weren’t the lucky one, he was. He was lucky that you were there to cover for his recklessness. And god, he had to admit, you two would make great fighting partners!

Was it too late to ask you to become a harbinger? “Hey, can you join the Fatui and-”

“I’m not going to join the Fatui just to be your partner, Childe.” Good try.

However, he had to have you as a partner! Otherwise, he couldn’t pull risky and fun moves without the actual risk of injury.

Ah, he’s always dreamed of dropping his Fatui job and becoming an adventurer with you. Maybe, just maybe, it was worth a try. It’s not like he disrespected the Tsaritsa, he approved of her goal of world peace, but he didn’t like the methods they were taking.

Well, whatever the method, he needs to have you by his side...

Kissing you would be a plus, too.

[kilroy-lucy]

 “I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.” - Edward Cullen 

BASIC QUESTIONS

First name? Lucille. 

Surname? Kilroy. 

Middle names? Ingrid. 

Nicknames? Lucy, Luce. 

Date of birth? July 5th. 

Age? Twenty. But twenty-one if anyone asks. 

PHYSICAL / APPEARANCE

Height? 5′8.

Weight? 132.

Build? Tall, but proportionate. 

Hair colour? Dark brown, dyed black.

Hair style? Parted down the middle, wavy or straight. 

Eye colour? Blue. 

Eye Shape? Big.

Glasses or contact lenses? Contacts.

Distinguishing facial features? Huge eyes.

Which facial feature is most prominent? Eyes.

Which bodily feature is most prominent? Butt.

Other distinguishing features? Pointy eyebrows. 

Skin? Pale.

Hands? Small. 

Make up? Eyeliner and mascara. 

Scars? Some.

Birthmarks? She can’t find one. 

Tattoos? A few. 

Physical handicaps? None.

Type of clothes? Leggings, crop tops, jean jackets, oversized sweaters. 

How do they wear their clothes? Comfortable but trendy. 

What are their feet like? Small for her size. 

Race / Ethnicity? White.

Mannerisms? Flips her hair a lot. 

Are they in good health? Yes.

Do they have any disabilities? No.

PERSONALITY

What words or phrases do they overuse? Fuck and shit. 

Do they have a catchphrase? No.

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic? Pessimistic.

Are they introverted or extroverted? Mix of both. 

What bad habits do they have? She dismisses things too early. She’s kinda mean. 

What makes them laugh out loud? People getting hurt. 

How do they display affection? Hardly. 

Mental handicaps? None.

How do they want to be seen by others? Greater than thou. 

How do they see themselves? Greater than thou. 

How are they seen by others? Scary, mean, girl. 

Strongest character trait? Confident.

Weakest character trait? Aggressive.

How competitive are they? Oh boy.

Do they make snap judgement or take time to consider? Snap snap.

How do they react to praise? Like a cat getting it’s ears scratched. 

How do they react to criticism? Die. 

What is their greatest fear? Having unfixable issues. 

What are their biggest secrets? She’s a wittle softie inside. 

What is their philosophy of life? Take no shit.

When was the last time they cried? Not long ago. 

What haunts them? Hurting her friend. 

What are their political views? Ewwww. 

What will they stand up for? Family always. 

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? Indoorsy. 

What is their sinful little habit? Ian.

What sense do they most rely on? Instinct. 

How do they treat people better than them? She doesn’t. 

How do they treat people worse than them? I mean, mean. 

What quality do they most value in a friend? Loyalty. 

What do they consider an overrated virtue? Honesty. 

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be? She’d have better boobs. 

What is their obsession? Getting what she wants. 

What are their pet peeves? Slow walkers. 

FRIENDS AND FAMILY

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of? Medium. Her dad, her mom, her, her twin brothers, her grandma and grandpa. 

What is their perception of family? Family is first, always. 

Do they have siblings? Older or younger? Twin younger brothers, Jack and Harry. 

Describe their best friend. Stella is the best. 

Ideal best friend? Stella. 

Describe their other friends. Ruby is sweet. 

Describe their acquaintances. Fearful. 

Do they have any pets? Cash, her mom’s dog. And her cat, Lilith. 

Who are their natural allies? Her family. 

Who are their surprising allies? Ruby.

PAST AND FUTURE

What was your character like as a baby? As a child? It depended on the day, honestly. A little terror most of the time, though. 

Did they grow up rich or poor? Good enough to live in New York. 

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected? Nurtured.

What is the most offensive thing they ever said? Oh boy.

What is their greatest achievement? Not being killed by her parents, honestly. 

What was their first kiss like? Meh. 

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? Being a bitch is a way of showing love. 

What are their ambitions? Marry rich. 

What advice would they give their younger self? Nothing. 

What smells remind them of their childhood? Wine and cigarettes. 

What was their childhood ambition? To be like Blair. 

What is their best childhood memory? Her parents getting married. 

What is their worst childhood memory? Her dad not living with them for awhile. 

Did they have an imaginary childhood friend? No.

When was the last time they were crushed with disappointment? Nothing crushes her.

What past act are they most ashamed of? Hurting Ruby. 

What past act are they most proud of? Anything else. 

Has anyone ever saved their life? No.

Strongest childhood memory? Meeting Stella. 

LOVE

Do they believe in love at first sight? No.

Are they in a relationship? Kinda.

How do they behave in a relationship? She’s her same self. 

When did you character last have sex? Probably recently. 

What sort of sex do they have? Oh boy. 

Has your character ever been in love? No.

Have they ever had their heart broken? Eh, kinda.

CONFLICT

How do they respond to a threat? Anger.

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? Tongue. 

What is your character’s kryptonite? Family. 

If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? Lilith. 

How do they perceive strangers? Go away.

What do they love to hate? Her brothers. 

What are their phobias? Heights.

What is their choice of weapon? Pepper spray. 

What living person do they most despise? Her mom’s dad. 

Have they ever been bullied or teased? No.

Where do they go when they’re angry? To the bar. 

Who are their enemies and why? That girl Arden sure hates her. 

WORK, EDUCATION AND HOBBIES

What is their current job? lol.

What do they think about their current job? lol.

What are some of their past jobs? lol.

What are their hobbies? Being lazy, honestly. 

Educational background? Some college. 

Intelligence level? She’s almost too smart. 

Do they have any specialist training? No.

Do they have a natural talent for something? Art.

Do they play a sport? Are they any good? Ew.

What is their socioeconomic status? She thinks she’s fancy. 

FAVOURITES

What is their favourite animal? Cats and snakes. 

Which animal to they dislike the most? Fish.

What place would they most like to visit? Italy. 

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? Sale signs at Nordstrom. 

What is their favourite song? She doesn’t have a favorite 

Music, art, reading preferred? Top 40, painting, fiction. 

What is their favourite colour? Black. 

What is their password? keepoutharry

Favourite food? Sushi. 

What is their favourite work of art? Hito Dama  

Who is their favourite artist?  Tom Bagshaw 

What is their favourite day of the week? Friday.

POSSESSIONS

What is in their fridge: Wine, fruit, water. 

What is on their bedside table? Cup of coffee, glasses, sleep mask, lamp.

What is in their car? She doesn’t have a car.

What is in their bin? Pictures she doesn’t like. 

What is in their purse or wallet? ID, fake ID, money, chapstick, hairties. 

What is in their pockets? Nothing.

What is their most treasured possession? Blair’s necklace from Harry. 

SPIRITUALITY

Who or what is your character’s guardian angel? Blair’s grandpa. 

Do they believe in the afterlife? No.

What are their religious views? None. 

What do they think heaven is? No heaven. 

What do they think hell is? Fire.

Are they superstitious? No.

What would they like to be reincarnated as? A cat. 

How would they like to die? She wouldn’t. 

What is your character’s spirit animal? Panther. 

What is their zodiac sign? Cancer.

VALUES

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? Killing them

What is their view of ‘freedom’? Not having a curfew. 

When did they last lie? Probably five minutes ago. 

What’s their view of lying? Hah.

When did they last make a promise? She promised Ruby she wouldn’t go after Ian.

Did they keep or break their last promise? Um.

DAILY LIFE

What are their eating habits? Ice cream pls.

Do they have any allergies? Berries. 

Describe their home. An old, refinished house. 

Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? A mixture. 

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning? Turn her alarm off. 

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon? Lay in bed. 

What do they do on a Friday night? Party. 

What is the soft drink of choice? Ew.

What is their alcoholic drink of choice? Tequila. 

MISCELLANEOUS

What is their character archetype? The bad girl. 

Who is their hero? Blair. 

What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween? A cat. 

Are they comfortable with technology? Yes.

If they could save one person, who would it be? Dad.

If they could call one person for help, who would it be? Ian.

Where do they see themselves in ten years? Who knows. 

What is their greatest extravagance? Still what. 

What is their greatest regret? Hurting Ruby. 

What is their perception of redemption? Redemption is real. 

What would they do if they won the lottery? Shop.

What is their favourite fairytale? Snow White. 

What fairytale do they hate? Sleeping Beauty. 

Do they believe in happy endings? maybe. 

What is their idea of perfect happiness? Happy chaos. 

What would they ask a fortune teller? When she’ll die. 

If your character could travel through time, where would they go? She’d visit the past. 

What sport do they excel at? Yuck.

What sport do they suck at? All.

If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? Shapeshifting.