#Impact 20

[bacchuschucklefuck]

hell hath no fury etc.

[zephyrine-gale]

Kazuscara | A Ghost of a Memory

Part 1/?

Also hbday to scara ♡

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GENSHIN IMPACT VERSION 4.6 ❖ THE KNAVE

Good things come to children who do as they're told.

[manichewitz]

honestly, this might be my favorite thing that rolin jones has said about the show [x]

[bbaycon]

You can’t gimme two dragon men and expect me to not crave to see them together … YOU CAN’T

Gotta click for a better quality tho - I

Gosh I love Neuvillette

If he’s not the hydro dragon then WHAT

Have I just went crazy the moment he came out to the point where i couldnt focus on anything else .. maybe yes maybe not

[snarksparks]

IM DOEN!!!!! SCHOOL SHALL NOT KEEP ME DOWN

-dedicated to @volobeans :]

[to-be-a-dreamer]

DELIGHTED to learn that the one singular thing keeping the Intrepid Heroes from being absolutely batshit insane at all times is the threat of lasting consequences in the narrative

[kaytub]

The Five Kasen: Irodori Festival

[generalsdiary]

best story quest in the whole game yet.

cynari sharing a tent

kavetham being so fucking canon and domestic

collei and cynari having family dynamics - literally calling themselves a family in game? help

cyno's dad insisting cyno brings his bf to lunch

nari being there reassuring cyno every step of the way- going into the desert cos he has to go after cyno help yaoi

alhaitham and kaveh being so fkn soft and gentle and patient with each other i kept screaming

"cup"

kaveh could you stand any closer to alhaitham?

alhaitham could you smile any more obviously at kaveh?

and so much more. best story in game. i loved that we also got a chance to just hang out and rest. it was nice, sumeru felt alive again.

[portalmonsterrr]

reblog to scare a hoyoverse employee

[heyimboredtalktome]

this scene was just straight up psychotic fr i was so shook

like look at her face like she's legit enjoying this shit 💀

and hunter b-15 when she finds them, and you actually hear the blood dripping in the background, the whole thing is just so terrifying

[starcurtain]

I think that Sethos's hangout should be three routes of him unintentionally wingmanning and/or awkwardly third-wheeling the other couples in Sumeru, one round of the sickest lore bomb drop since Caribert, and then a final route of nothing but pure, unadulterated SethoScara fan bait that has absolutely zero connection to anything else in the game.

Sethos, Wanderer, and Mini Durin go on a Deshret ruins adventure entirely of their own, where Traveler just accidentally intersects them, and there's not a single explanation given for how they got to the level of companionship that involves taking long desert retreats together. Sethos spends the entire time trying to offer Wanderer increasingly comedically bad advice on his thesis because Cyno is rubbing off on him. There is only one tent.

It is presented entirely without comment from the devs.

Everyone moves on like Sethos and Wanderer have been married since 3.4.

There's an entire slew of confused complaints on Hoyo social media about how Sethos and Wanderer's "strange friendship" came entirely out of nowhere, but everyone in the comments just gaslights the posters by pretending Sethos was in sidequests all the way back at the start of Sumeru.

This is how I get us back onto the better timeline, guys, trust.

[spitepress]

SO close to escaping the hyv basement, I believe in him!!!!

[cheesecakethots]

Part 2 to this.

He had never been so caring for another, the guard noted. Lord Scaramouche was not the caring type, after all.

Despite that, the man had watched the lord express actual worry for you, the one huddled away in his tent as he barked orders at soldiers to find medicine, make warm soup, and heat up water. One of them had had his fingers broken for making the food too cold for the harbingers liking.

On the very few occasions the guard was permitted inside the tent, he had caught glimpses of the lord knelt beside your feverish figure in bed, the back of his hand softly resting on your forehead. If they had been any longer in finding you…

The few medics in camp were situated nearby, with any and all injuries not held by you being mostly ignored for the time being. You had barely been conscious for the past few days, slipping in and out, with some mumbled and confusing phrases leaving chapped lips.

The guard is brought out of his memories when Lord Scaramouche passes him, dramatically parting the tent covering and entering with a few quick strides. He immediately makes a beeline for your cold, limp body tucked away in bed.

Scaramouche places a hand to your cheek. His frown deepens, and you groan, glazed over eyes opening only a fraction.

“M…Mother?”

A sigh escapes him. His soulmate really is pitiful… and weak.

“… You’re safe now,” he mutters, surprised for a moment at the tinge of emotion in his own voice.

“Do… I have to help c…cook dinner?”

“No. You’ll never be doing that again.”

“Oh… okay…” A yawn leaves your throat.

“Go to sleep.”

“Can we have… chocolate later? I bought some… to share,” you murmur, trailing off until your breathing becomes light, and your eyes fully close.

The lord sighs. A shiver wracks through your body, despite the multiple animal hides you have on. He’s certain that his men have destroyed the surrounding ecosystem just to keep you warm, but, oh well.

He stands, hesitantly turning away from you. You need more blankets, maybe some more soup, anything to keep the fever from taking you away from-

Oh. His eyes widen, and he glances back to you, and then at the shaking hand pulling on his fingers.

“Don’t… leave me…”

You’re still asleep. It’s not as though you’re conscious and would know if he left, is it? It’s not as though your plea is anything more than some deluded fairytale in your mind, is it?

“I won’t.”

Curses.

Curse him, and curse you for awakening something he didn’t think he had, something in his chest that for centuries he was sure was simply an empty void of nothing.

He wants to scoff and leave you here, to tell you that he has no need for someone as weak as you in his life. He wishes he had left you tied to that tree and just kept moving, that he had never felt the touch of your skin against his own. That he had felt absolutely nothing, that he hadn’t felt a stab of fear for the first time in a long time when carrying your freezing cold body back to camp. It would’ve saved him a lot of trouble.

He doesn’t let go of your hand for a long, long while.

The next morning he leaves you alone for a short time, an hour at most. He regrets it when he comes back to you standing on two wobbly knees, the parts that make him up jolting at the sight.

“What are you doing?!”

You flinch, yelping when you abruptly turn to him and lose your balance. Hands, ones that send a feeling of static and electricity straight to your very core, are soon grasping onto you, holding you up before you can hit the ground.

“Are you daft?” The man spits out, visibly aggravated.

“Wh-What? What?”

“Get back in bed. I won’t ask you again.”

You don’t move, the sensation that comes with his touch only growing the longer the two of you stand.

“You’re… you’re…?” You whisper, eyes widening.

He pauses, the irritation in his expression dropping a little. After a beat, his lips part.

“… Yes.”

“We were in the woods, right? My village, they…”

Any softness on his face is wiped away the moment you mention your old home, and the people that resided in it. No longer waiting, he lightly pushes you back, leading you into the makeshift bed below. A blanket is soon wrapped around your quivering shoulders.

“Eat this,” he orders, pulling something out of his pocket and holding it close to your lips.

Chocolate.

“I’m not-“

“Eat.”

You tentatively take it from him, and the atmosphere grows awkward, at least for you, while he watches you chew on the rest of it.

“Thank you, it was delicious,” you tell him, truthfully. You haven’t had chocolate in a long time, as it was simply too expensive for your family to afford. Your mouth curves downwards into a frown.

“Rest.”

You don’t. You’re not sure if you can.

“My family, they let them take me. They didn’t… they didn’t stop them. They must…” A gasp is torn from you, and you meet his eyes once more. “How long has it been?”

“… Three days.”

You begin rise to your shaky feet, “I-I must go back, they’ll think that I’m-!”

He pushes you back down effortlessly.

“Are you a fucking fool?”

You can’t help but flinch at the absolute venom in his tone, but he isn’t done yet, towering over you.

“What do you think will happen if you go back, hm? That they’ll accept you with open arms, or they’ll send you right back to where I found you? Or, better yet, maybe they’ll set you alight there and then, rather than troubling themselves in having you freeze to death, they’ll instead watch you burn. Would you like to test if your family would spare you from that? Hm?”

You have never felt this small in your entire life.

“I-“

“Enough.” It appears the question was rhetorical, and your mouth closes, quickly feeling very dry.

His chest shudders with each deep breath he draws in, and he closes his eyes shut for a moment, seemingly trying to calm himself.

“Sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us. Don’t ask me anymore stupid questions,” he turns on his heel, most likely deciding that he has something better to do. However, before he fully departs, he pauses at the entrance to the tent, still not looking back at you.

“You deserve better than that village, than that family who threw you out as though you were nothing to them. Know that I do not plan on doing the same, and that you… aren’t nothing to me.”

The intimidation you feel from him dimishes when you catch sight of the pinkish tinge to the tips of his ears. He doesn’t wait for your response, swiftly departing. You miss the few words of parting he gives you, as you tuck yourself into bed.

“Besides, it’s not as though you have anything to go back to, anymore.”

[catcze]

As the Duke of Meropide, Wriothesley is expected to get up early to attend to his duties. As his assistant, you're expected to do the same. But today is one of the few exceptions to this, hence why you have the absolute delight of being fully awake and witnessing an early morning Wriothesley.

"You're so cute," you coo, kneeling at the side of the bed, fully dressed for the day. He's still shirtless, wrapped up and cozy in the sheets. He'd clearly taken advantage of your having to leave for the city early, having hogged all the blankets to himself and leaving your side of the bed to cool.

Wriothesley's blank look and glare hardly fazes you anymore. If anything, it just makes him cuter. Like a disgruntled puppy woken from his nap.

"I'm not cute," he says, voice gravelly and rough. You just grin and run a hand through his hair.

Instinctively, he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering as the soothing motions of your hand lure him back to sleep. There's an aww bubbling in your chest that you barely suppress. "On the contrary, I think you're so cute that I could die."

Wriothesley grunts, burrowing back into the sheets. But your hand still manages to remain in his hair, and he still refuses to shake it off. "Go die, then."

"Not when I have my handsome, amazing, so-very-skilled-at-boxing man waiting for me in our bed," you tease, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek in goodbye. Before you move too far, one of his hands comes out to cup your cheek and hold you still, just long enough for him to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Be safe," he tells you, looking into your eyes. "And don't be away too long."

"Why?" You reach up, caressing the back of his hand with your thumb. Your smile is still teasing, but the affection in it is genuine. "Sigewinne will miss me?"

"I'll miss you. So come back quick."

[kokoasci]

i’m very late to this trend