#Slight genshin impact spoilers

[i-keepmyideals]

To those who need to hear it

ZHONGLI AND GUIZHONG WERE NEVER A THING, JESUS CHRIST ON A STICK.

Sure, they formed the Guili Assembly together...with a third god, actually. Guizhong was kind and highly intelligent. Morax was extremely powerful and basically a war god. Morax was also not fuckin' smart. Morax leading a nation on his own? Uh-uh, not gonna happen. Remember, like, ~2000 years after Guizhong died, Venti basically said Morax was a, "brutish, blundering bafoon." And that's millennia after she died. That's like asking a stereotypical jock from a 90's TV show to run student counsel. Shit's gonna crash and burn almost immediately.

Guizhong, like I said, was extremely intelligent. But she was not much of a fighter. Alone, she probably wouldn't have stood a chance against the monsters, demons and other gods of the time that would try to take her land. Forming an alliance with Morax was a big brain play. The brawn to her brains. If anything, she was out of his league lmao And then she died in a battle... 3700 years ago. She's been dead almost longer than Xiao has been alive, I believe. It will always hurt to lose a friend, especially when you live as long as Zhongli and remember practically everything that has happened in your extremely long life.

People seem to forget that men and women can be really close,,,,and just be,,,,,friends. Foreign concept, I know

I'm not saying to not ship them, obviously no one has the right to say that and everyone should have their fun. Just,,,remember it's not canon. No need to hate on Guizhong lmfao Besides, she's dead. Dead as hell. What shoes she got on in her coffin?

If anything, it was Guizhong and Madam Ping ffs

[maehemthemisfit]

LYNEY definitely does that thing where he leans in to kiss you, but just as your lips are about to touch, he slips a card in between so you feel the coolness of the plastic instead and you instantly open your eyes. You swear to the archons above you could feel him smirk against the card as his purple eyes peek over the edge, a charming yet teasing glint in them watching as you pull away unamused.

But who is he to leave you without a kiss? That's surely a crime punishable up to the highest degree! (and quite frankly, he's not looking forward to being charged again). So of course, he pulls you back in, slipping an arm around your waist and hugging you to his chest.

Your eyes flutter shut, and only when you reciporcate does he bring a hand to cup your face, slowly brushing his lips against yours as he deepens the already passionate kiss. The way his thumb traces the skin of your cheek makes you dizzy, and he sighs in content before smiling against your lips, unable to hold back his bubbling joy.

"my, my, and here I thought my favorite thing was to steal the audience's attention... but now, I think I rather capture your lips instead."

[kfrnkm]

"livestocks"

[chaotic-snowflake]

ok so the eyepatch isn’t hereditary but i’m starting to think the earring is

[notthemonthbutmarch]

Genshin People I have a theory! The Traveler is gonna die, but not the one you think.

So, I know I’m late to this but I just did the third act of the Sumeru quest where we learn our Traveler is the Fourth Descender, and I thought the number was really odd. I’d usually expect our protagonist to follow the rule of three and be either the first, second, or (most likely) third. But we’re number Four, and it’s told to us at least twice that the Traveler’s Abyss Twin isn’t one of the previous three. 

I’ve also seen some Genshin Edits pointing out a trend: Two becomes One. The two Scaramouches became one, Nahida erased Rukkhadevata, and even in Calibert the Traveler sees their twin in the reflection. There’s also that one Xiao video where two Xiaos show up. You could technically say it’s the same case with the other archons: Venti took the form of his dead friend, there were two Azhdaha’s, Makoto died and Ei was her shadow, and then there’s Ei and the Raiden Shogun Puppet, and there’s even Focalors who (I think) killed the previous Hydro Archon. 

Two is always becoming One in Genshin, and our Traveler is marked as the Fourth Descender. Four is typically seen as the unlucky number in China because it sounds like die, so it’s associated with death. 

What if the end of Genshin is a fight between the Traveler and the Abyss Twin but it’s fated that the Abyss Twin wins?

[satoumafuyuss]

Wanted to do some profile practice so I doodled my faves in Genshin ♥

[theleeryder]

Ragbros Adventures Story # 3

Stowaway

Diluc, dressed but still sporting a serious case of bedhead, opened his door and stepped inside. A worried frown on his face.

“Dee?” Crepus turned to him. It was unusual for Diluc to come see him first thing like this. Normally the only thought on the young boy’s mind upon waking was what Adelinde was setting on the table downstairs. “Is everything alright?”

“I can’t find Kaeya.”

((That one time Kaeya went to Sumeru as a kid and his adoptive father dragged him back by his ear))

[hematomes]

slightly disappointed in arlecchino's character, not because it's bad (i can't really say so far) but because it's really not what i expected

[avemstella]

I've just finished the first part of new Fontaine Archon quest and this is a sort of spoiler and mostly speculation but:

I adore Furina aka Hydro Fischl who is larping as the Hydro Archon, truly an icon.

[moonzeroo]

what a way to start fontaine

[retheagirl]

The lantern rite event was so adorable and the whole thing about Guizhong, Madame Ping, and Cloud retainer just made me tear up a little AND THE BANQUET AT THE END, it was a scene full of wholesomeness.

[maehemthemisfit]

I can't stop thinking about Lyney's good morning voice line. His morning voice is so... 🤭

I think he's the type to pull you back into bed, pleading for you to be in his arms for just a little while longer.

"...mhh c'mon, just five more minutes... "

His sleepy voice is enough to break your resolve, but the way his arms slips around you, hugging you closer into his chest, as he mumbles how cold he is without your embrace while his breath tickles your neck.... yeah, you're not leaving his bed anytime soon and he has no intentions on letting you go.

I also can imagine him as a wild sleeper, but it somehow doesn't wake you up. You'll fall asleep with him to your side, just to wake up with his arms around your waist and his face pressed against your stomach, or his legs entangling yours with his arms sprawled across you.

Whatever position you end up in, he'll always find a way to leave drowsey kisses on your skin when he finally rouses from his "five more minuets" to another hour nap

"good morning mon amour. I take it you let this tired magician talk you back into his arms?" " *chuckles* though it's probably not ideal for you... i wouldn't mind if you fell for it every time, if it meant i got to wake up to your mezmerizing eyes~"

[m1d-45]

bloodletting

summary: a budding god needs a place to test their new powers, and childe was always a little too eager to lose a fight... a match made in heaven!

word count: 1.7k

-> warnings : minor AQ spoilers ? just like, general gi plot.. fairly graphic depiction of blood + other injuries (might be classed as body horror???). generally obsessive tendencies (childe <--> you). i cannot stress this enough, reader is 110% a sadist.

-> gn reader (you/yours)

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power was not something that came easy. it was fought over, stolen, defended with teeth and claw, tides of blood shed just so one could have power over another. social, physical, financial; no matter the leverage it provided, power was hard won. to give someone power was to admit defeat, a certain death that tartaglia had learned and taught more than his fair share of times. nobody undeserving of power ever held onto it for long; it was an acknowledgement that you were better, that you deserved it, that you’d won. power was a fickle resource that childe would kill to keep, only ever laying down his blade for a precious few.

the tsaritsa, of course. his fellow harbingers, skilled both on and off-field, who themselves could rival the archons. his family, for whom he’d happily give the world.

and naturally, who would be more worthy to hold power than you?

you, not just a god but the, the highest authority across all of teyvat. you bore a hundred names and a thousand monikers, your worship the one thing the world could agree on. granted, nobody could quite agree on how, but that was fine. childe did not need external powers to tell him what to do. he knew, in his deepest heart, that he had gotten it right.

he knew—and, on occasion, flaunted—that he was your favorite. of all the vessels you had chosen, you returned to him time and time again, wishing on his stars until his vision gleamed. his bow shone with power, even his weakest weapon more than enough to push his strength to new heights. part of him wondered what he could do if you’d granted him swords, or a claymore… but that was speculation for another time. didn’t it say something that you had still chosen him at his weakest?

the thought always made him smile. thick in the heat of puppeteered battle, before the sun to after dark, your presence was a constant in his life. at every altar, with every offering, when his hands stung from the rash of leather and his blade was covered in rust, your name a prayer behind blood-soaked teeth. he could not remember a time when his pocket was not weighted with a charm.

his devotion was no secret. he wore your bow with pride, entirely phasing out his other weapons. it didn’t matter that he was technically more controlled with them, for you had chosen this path for him. your word was his guide, a polar star through bitter nights.

he did not doubt when your presence ebbed or flowed. who was he to dictate when or where you spent your attention? no, his faith did not waver. it had no reason to. he waited patiently, going about his regular duties, lingering in snezhnaya for no other reason that he just felt like he had to.

who was he to question to buzzing in the back of his head? who was he to decline when he felt an instinct to leave, to go for a trip far past the city gates? who was he to think himself better than the guiding light that had never led him astray?

for you, he was whatever you needed. and so he went, armed with a thick coat and snowboots, hands shoved deep in the pockets to hide the slight shake. down the main road, an arbitrary turn into an alley and down an abandoned path, into a part of the city he’d never traveled. but a golden thread had tied itself around his heart, pulling without hesitation. he easily hopped over the fence gate, not bothering with hauling it open through the snow. the path beyond was covered in a thick layer of powder, his foot crunching through a foot of it before hitting solid ground. still, he continued.

snezhnayan winters were not warm. they bit and dug into every gap in your clothes, stealing away the precious warmth within. and yet, with his half-done coat and incomplete guard, he was not cold. or, rather, he couldn’t feel it. his hands were pink with frost, stiff at the knuckles, but he couldn’t feel the resistance. his body was not important, not now.

the snow began to thin. it fell from his knees to his shins to his ankles to his toes, until he was face to face with a thick wall of bramble, impossibly overgrown. he was beginning to overheat in his jacket. twin blades made quick work of the wall, and the sight behind it easily dispelled any breath left in his lungs.

the air that washed out of the bubble was thick and heavy, like a humid spring instead of snezhnayan woods. his breath came in short gasps, a shameful wheeze that he hoped was missed beneath the howling snow. he didn’t want you to see him as weak, as someone so easily tired by a short trip to a falling star; he didn’t want you to think of him as anything other than his best.

but you didn’t push him away. you helped him up—his head was buzzing with delusion, he could hardly see, when had he fallen to his knees?—and brushed the snow off his hair, not pushing him away when he leaned into your touch. he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could barely collect himself enough to recognize that he needed to get you inside, away from the wilds.

that was power. to so effortlessly take over every thought in his head, to hold his mind in your hands and pull it into your liking, that was the power he adored you for. gods were figureheads of power, a physical incarnation of their dominion. a god of the entire world would only naturally have power to manipulate that world to their liking. how blessed was he, that he could be the first you made yours.

he was with you when you first stepped into zapolyarny palace, looking around at the chandeliers and fine tile. he opened the door for you to her majesty’s throne room, sucking in a sharp breath as you brushed by. he was by your side when the tsaritsa swore you her fealty, delicately placing the gnoses in your hands.

and oh, how he’d fallen to the floor right then and there, dizzy from the wash of power that rolled off you in waves, an ocean that he willingly dove into. the floor was cool beneath his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin as sweat quickly began to bead. he didn’t bother pushing himself up on his hands, teeth sinking deep into his lip again to control his panting breath. copper bloomed over his tongue, filling his mouth and clogging what remained of his senses.

dimly, he was aware that he was being pathetic, that this would surely change your mind about him. he heard your voice, faint through the fog of his mind, your wisdom lost to his own inadequacy. and yet, despite his weakness, every part of him was tuned into you. he knew it was your hand whispering across his shoulders, he knew it was your influence that stole the breath from his lungs. he knew it was you, because it was always you. you were all he could think of, and now you were finally able to leverage your full power over his self.

he’d woken up in a hospital bed. saline dripped into his arm and the lights pierced his eyes, his head full of snow and iced over. and yet, the moment he was cleared for release, he found himself desperate to be back to your side, racing through the tiled halls of the palace and following the urgent burn in his chest. you would have been right to turn him away, to deem him too weak to stay by your side, but you didn’t. you smiled when he lost his breath and laughed when he wavered, brushing off his concern. you invited him with you—his lungs burned with the need for oxygen—as you twirled the gnoses between your fingers, as if they were toys or paperweights rather than objects of divine power.

divine to him. child’s play to you. a courtyard of snow was cleared in an instant, ripples of pyro melting permafrost while keeping the flora beneath intact, a lazy show of power that pulled little more than a slight hum from you in response.

he wasn’t so much a fool as to think he could teach you everything, or even something, about being divine. and yet he clung to your side like a sailor in a storm, watching as you grew familiar with the elements. he watched, stubborn and weak, as you stopped hesitating.

flowers bloomed as you walked by, crumbling to ash with the slightest look. electro jumped from your skin to his, a painful spark that drew his mind from his head, finally seeing your amused eyes instead of just mindlessly staring. you could—should—have just left him behind, but you didn’t. you instead asked for his help, taking his hand in yours and leading him to a quieter hallway of the palace. you didn’t comment on his thundering pulse despite the fact that you could certainly feel it, tracing a finger along the crease of his palm.

“i wonder…”

a claw of geo cut across his skin, a sharp sting that quickly welled with blood. he barely felt it, watching with detached awe as it filled up his hand, sliding over the edge and dripping to the floor. you didn’t show any emotion, just… watching. his heart beat in his hands, a pool collecting on the floor, and still, you just watched. your other hand moved over the surface, barely an inch away, the blood collecting in a bubble beneath it. with a hum, your fist tightened, pain lighting up his arm. a strained grunt slipped between his teeth, hand flinching closed, brushing against the ball of his blood you had pulled from his veins. his hand was stained red, shaking in your grasp, minutes stretched into hours.

all at once, it dropped, forced back into his body as forcefully as it was removed. with a snap, the skin stitched itself shut, and you were again dragging him along like a child did their favorite toy.

you did that a lot. pull him aside and experiment with whatever new reaction you had discovered that month, week, day, hour, watching his reactions with unabashed delight. and he let you. every time, without fail, he eagerly followed, knowing full well he’d end up rigid with lightning or with ice crystals studding his throat. it was worth it, though. you always fixed him up, squeezing his hand with a whispered ‘good job’ that never failed to make him dizzy.

it didn’t matter what you did to him. it never did. even when his mind was hazy with pain and he couldn’t quite stand on his own, he never regretted it. unconsciousness licked at the edges of his vision, burning black stains that lingered even after you stopped, but he never once hesitated.

if you asked him to jump, he’d ask how high. if you felt like holding him underwater, he’d cherish every bruise. to be kept as a toy was still to be kept.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Furina and a Bodyguard!Reader

No one requested this, I wrote this at 3am in a slight angry haze at the lack of Furina content on the internet. The file is literally called "FINE I'LL DO IT MYSELF" on my phone. Also, POST-ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!

Furina was beside herself the moment she saw (Y/N) collapse onto the dirt, their injuries finally taking hold of their body.

She remained stuck in place like a statue, trying to process the fact that only a few minutes ago, she was taking a stroll barely on the outskirts of Fontaine, her bodyguard close at hand.

Then, a group of rogue Meka ambushed the two. With barely enough time to react, (Y/N) managed to push her out of the way of an incoming shot, and leapt into the fray with a fury unlike anything she had seen.

And all she could do was run behind cover until the sounds of shrapnel flying and bullets whizzing had stopped.

When there was nothing but silence remaining, she poked her head around the log she had been hiding behind.

(Y/N)'s pristine blue uniform had been reduced to tatters, blood and bruises plastered all over the skin that was showing.

Furina's heart dropped when she saw what they did.

They didn't bother to try and stop their own bleeding, frantically looking around their surroundings until their eyes locked with Furina.

Seeing her completely unscathed, they smiled before it vanished, alongside their consciousness.

(Y/N) got hurt because of her wish to walk outside the city for some fresh air. Even though she insisted that their presence wasn't required, they still tagged along anyway, something she was quietly thankful for.

Even though she wasn't the Archon of Fontaine anymore, that didn't mean all the targets on her back magically disappeared. And it was for that reason, (Y/N) had sought her out. To accompany her would give them, Clorinde, and Neuvillette some peace of mind, knowing that she'd be alright.

And they were right to worry after all.

Disgruntled treasure hoarders unleashed the Meka on them, and though (Y/N) had stopped the attack and those responsible, they were bleeding out on the floor because of Furina.

And now, the chances of them dying were climbing fast.

Furina didn't even realize her body began moving, she felt lightheaded as she suddenly grabbed their shoulders, feeling her mouth call out their name, but the only sound she heard was the ringing in her ears.

After a few moments, the chirping of the birds and wind blowing faded back in, hearing her own frantic movements as she opened (Y/N)'s bag to grab any kind of bandages to stop the bleeding.

(Furina) "A-Are these the bandages?! I-I think this is it!"

It seemed damp and had a strange scent, but she did not hesitate to start trying to wrap it around (Y/N)-

Immediately, (Y/N) cringed in pain, their body recoiling from the contact of the "bandage", inadvertently causing Furina to yelp out in surprise.

Her mismatch colored eyes darted to what she was holding and read the label.

(Furina) "What the-Alcoholic wipes?!"

Why in the Archon's name did they have towels wrapped in alcohol, are they stupid?! That's for drinking, not for healing!

With a newly added sense of annoyance for such a egregious blunder, she finally found the proper bandages (after triple checking the label), and began stopping the worst of their bleeding.

(Y/N)'s breathing was still heavy, but their body seemed to relax, and the pained expression on their face appeared to lessen ever so slightly.

Furina couldn't help herself, letting a hand gently caress their face, any comfort earned fading fast the moment she literally felt their blood on her hands.

(Furina) "You…You idiot!"

Any sign of her usual eloquence was completely absent as she felt tears running down her cheeks.

She was nobody now, no one important that was worth dying over.

Yet here (Y/N) was, having risked their life just to protect this nobody.

Furina had every intention of yelling at them for such a stupid stunt, but first she had to get them to safety.

…Oh Gods, she had to get (Y/N) to safety.

Furina looked at (Y/N), then herself. She repeated this motion three times before puffing out her chest and rolling up her sleeves.

(Furina) "Don't you dare die on me, (Y/N)! I will never forgive you if you do!"

She shouted, knowing fully well that they weren't conscious enough to reply.

She knelt down behind their head, arms reaching underneath their shoulders, and she lifted them off the ground.

(Furina) "HNNNNGGG!-"

…Or at least, attempted to.

Furina only managed to get their upper half in the air, before struggling to even budge.

(Y/N) wasn't exactly the heaviest person in Fontaine, but there was no way in hell that she was going to drag them away like this.

Furina exhaled loudly before her eyes trailed down to their legs.

Then, Furina had an idea.

Granted it was an awful one but…-

(Furina) "WHY…ARE…YOU…SO HEAVY?!"

If anyone could see the former Hydro Archon at this moment, she was currently dragging a battered and bleeding body by the feet, grunting in stressed effort all the while as their body left a small trail in the dirt as she vanished into the wilderness, body in tow.

…

Furina was completely out of breath as she nearly collapsed herself, getting (Y/N) to a cave behind a waterfall, the area being surprisingly clean, apart from the rocks scattered amongst the dirt.

And considering the current state of (Y/N)'s clothes, more caked on dirt wouldn't really be that noticeable.

Thankfully, the cave appeared to be bug free, given its location and how small it was, much to Furina's relief. She wasn't sure if she could handle a spider crawling on her beloved retainer.

She'd probably injure them further trying to slay the foul beast.

(Y/N)'s body was resting against the cave walls as Furina knelt beside them, diligently checking their temperature with her hands on their forehead.

Before she could question what to do, (Y/N)'s eyes twitched before finally fluttering open again, making Furina's emotions take over.

(Furina) "YOU'RE OKAY!"

She screamed out, crushing them in a hug and making them yelp in pain. Furina didn't register that and held onto them with a crushing pressure similar to a Ruin Guard's fist clenching.

(Y/N) "ACK! FUR-…INA!"

They barely choked out, finally feeling air renter their lungs when she let go.

(Furina) "You absolute cretin! Why did you allow yourself to become this injured?!"

(Y/N) opened their mouth to say something, before realizing how puffy and red her eyes were, new tears running down her cheeks.

(Furina) "You…! You made me so scared, I thought I would lose you! I-…I!"

(Y/N) "I'm…sorry.-"

NO! Why were they apologizing?! How dare they, this was HER fault!

Her emotions threatened to completely pour out right then and there, but she could barely hold it back.

What happened instead, was (Y/N) wiped away one of the tears with their thumb, their motion so gentle, it made her pause for a brief moment.

When they moved to wipe away the other tear, she grabbed their hand and put it against her cheek, shutting her eyes fiercely and leaning into it.

(Furina) "Don't you ever do that again…! I'm not your boss, you don't need to-"

(Y/N) "Maybe not. But you're still my friend."

…Friend?

Furina paused for a moment before shaking her head violently and letting go.

(Furina) "No, I'm not! You're friends with the other Furina! I'm no one now, and-"

She feels the cuff of her wrist grabbed by (Y/N)'s hand putting it next go her.

(Y/N) "As far as I'm concerned, there's only ever been 1 Furina I've cared about."

Her heart skips a beat at their words, making her previously pale cheeks flushed with pink.

(Furina) "You…!" Sigh "Promise me that you'll make it, then."

Her voice becomes softer, Furina leaning into their hand as it drops to their lap.

(Furina) "Promise me that you won't die, because of me."

(Y/N) smiled as they pulled out their rapier, psuedo-posing as much as they could while sitting down.

(Y/N) "I'd never die for you, Furina. I'll live instead, for you."

…Live for her.

She didn't like the idea of anyone doing anything of the sort for her, but…this was a better alternative.

She averts her gaze, focusing on the waterfall as her cheeks darken in, hearing their promise.

(Furina) "…Do well to remember it, (Y/N)."

Why was she feeling this way?

(Y/N) had protected them plenty of times before, Clorinde included.

And yet…this one felt different.

Was it because she was no longer keeping up a persona? Or…perhaps…?-

(Y/N) "Speaking of which, thank you for saving me. I'm actually surprised you managed to get the bandages on me without it falling apart."

Furina squawked as soon as she heard that jab, making her blush disappear in an instant, replacing it with an insulted expression.

(Furina) "Excuse you, I saved your LIFE! I do not need these kind of back-handed comments!"

(Y/N) "I can tell with how tightly these bandages are wrapped around me. It feels like I'm losing circulation.-"

(Furina) "Would you prefer I leave you to have your guts spill out onto the grass?! Hmph! The audacity you have, is this how you repay someone saving you from certain doom?!"

Furina's eye twitched involuntarily at their teasing smile.

(Y/N) "I recall you making very similar comments before. Remember when I accidentally allowed a smidgen of my own blood taint your hat?-"

Furina had gone on a nearly ten minute long tangent of (Y/N) not doing their job properly by letting even a sign of the fight linger on her clothes, in front of a crowd no less.

(Furina) "T-THATS NOT FAIR! I was a completely different person!"

(Y/N) laughed hearing her voice crack, making her pout and cross her arms.

Putting the teasing aside, (Y/N) gave her a genuine smile as they closed their eyes, trying to ignore the pain from laughing too hard.

(Y/N) "…Thank you, though, Furina. I'm just glad you didn't come under any serious harm."

Furina gave a smile back as well, one softer than anything they had seen before.

While it was true, Furina is a different person, or rather she's now allowing herself to be just herself: one thing remained the same.

A smile better suit Furina.

(Y/N) "Give me a few moments so I can regain my strength. I'd rather not get dragged again."

(Furina) "Dragged-I DID MY BEST!"

(Y/N) eyes glanced down at themselves, seeing more dirt than the blood and soot previously on them.

They were going to need one hell of a bath to clean this off, not to mention the tailoring needed. Chiori was probably going to kill them herself, not the injuries.

(Y/N) "I know you did, Furina…"

Maybe they should get her to lift something other than macaroons and cake in her life.

[sproutlyish]

I stand by this even more after the 4.2 archon quests

OMg helP

crying and sobbing because Crybaby by Melanie Martinez be perfect for a lil animation of Furina AYAFHAHUXBSJKndnwkkns

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Reader as Scaramoche/wanderer of genshin impact, who has come to our world for a new beginning.

He knows he's a video game/fictional character, he tries not to think of himself as less human than he already thinks he is.

That's why he sees/treats all fictional characters as human because they might exist somewhere.

How the bungou stray dogs cast reacts to reader/Scaramoche/Wanderer all of his in-game appearances.

Sorry for The mistakes, english is not my First Language.

May you live a life full of happiness and affection.

From: your follower from Brazil 🇧🇷

Scaramouche! Male! Reader

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x Male! Scaramouche! Reader

Description: You knew, that you were fictional for that world. But, you were real in Teyvat. Maybe, someone else is real in different world, but not in this.

Warning:OOC. Slight spoilers for Genshin Impact. English is my second language.

A/N: Thank you for your kind words 😊

You, Aether and Lumine were standing on a big platform up in the sky. Traveler's journey was over. And yours will begun shortly.

Lesser Lord's... Nahida's last words, ring into your ears.

"Be happy, [Y/N]. I wish that you find your home in a different world."

You take a step forward, right behind the Travelers. People, who agreed to transport you to different world. People, who gave you your name.

Scaramouche, The Balladeer, Sixth Harbinger, The Wanderer, was leaving Teyvat.

Forever

______

🐾 It took time, but, you managed to fit in this strange world. There were no gods among humans, no elemental powers.

🐾 Only progress.

🐾 You... liked it here. This world feels different from Teyvat. And you really appreciate it.

🐾 Your life was peaceful. At least, before this strange new game appeared.

🐾 When one day you woke up, and decide to scroll through the social media. You were more of a lurker, enjoying dramas, people started here.

🐾 And you saw it. And advertising for a new game. "Genshin Impact". And you saw Travelers on the poster. Poster for a new version. With you on it.

🐾 For the next few days, you stayed away from the Internet. The bittersweet thoughts were sinking their teeth in your mind.

🐾 Fictional. You were not just a puppet. You were a fictional puppet of a fictional character.

🐾 You spend half of the day in the nearest forest, destroying old trees with your Anemo powers.

🐾 And, after that, you didn't think about it ever again. You are here. You are in this real world. And other things should not matter.

🐾 But something changed in your behavior.

🐾 You start treating fictional characters from TV shows, books, anime and manga as real people. You talked to them, sympathies with them.

🐾 Perhaps, there is the world, where they were real.

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You were relaxing on your couch after a long day of work. You recently finished daily missions in BSD Mayoi and mindlessly scrolling through the channels.

On your small kitchen, the rice cooker was on. Soon, you will have some delicious Chazuke.

You started to nod off. You don't require sleep, but, you enjoyed napping from time to time.

And, suddenly, your phone starts shaking and gloving. Immediately, you summon the power of Anemo. Winds lift you up. Your hat, that you kept on the top of one of the wardrobes, soar towards you and froze behind your back.

The atmosphere compressed under your foot in a singular vacuum. You were ready to attack.

"Please, don't be afraid, young man, we are... HOW?!" you scared Chief Taneda. And Ango. And Mori. And Kunikida. And everyone.

All of you just froze, staring at each other. You lower your feet, still floating in a midair.

You just kept staring at each other. The silence became awkward.

Dazai take a carious step forward and pocked skin of your ankle. You still were floating.

You hear the rice cooker's signal. Your dinner was ready.

You broke the silence.

"Who wants chazuke?"

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🐾 The first meeting was... something. And talk after the meeting wasn't better.

🐾 You didn't hide from them, that you also were fictional. You have no reason. And they deserved to know.

🐾 You were hesitant to tell them, where exactly are you from. It's not like you believed, that they, somehow, will use it against you. You simply need time, before trusting them. Even if BSD Cast knew, how it feels to be fictional.

🐾 On the bright side, Atsushi liked your Shimi Chazuke.

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You looked around your new home. A big home, where you will live with your... new friends. Together.

A distant memory of Niwa and Tatarasuna scraped your mind.

It was so long, since you lived among friends.

And friends should trust each other.

Later that day, during dinner, you finally tell them the name.

"I am from the game called 'Genshin Impact'".

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🐾 After some negotiations, you agreed to let BSD Gang watch walkthrough for Genshin Impact. They were curious to see, how you looked like before.

🐾 Because, yes, you had to change your looks, when you arrived here. Travelers insisted on it.

🐾 So, after some more negotiations, you agreed to watch videos with them.

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Reaction to Scaramouche:

- During "Unreconciled Stars" event:

🐾 They will tease you about your outfit. You are playfully grumble on them, but you don't feel any real anger or annoyance.

🐾 Dazai created few dozens jokes about you, hats, Chuuya and height. He will add them to hundreds of thousands of jokes he already has.

🐾 Jounou will ask if you are a conspiracy theorist, after hearing about fake sky.

- During "Chapter II"

🐾 Twain joked about your resemblance with that one Elmo meme. You used your anemo powers on him. For the next few days, his hair resembles an abandoned bird nest.

🐾 After learning, that you are a doll, BSD Cast stopped the video marathon to talk to you. You were talking for few hours, they were trying to make you believe, that you are no less than normal humans.

-During "Chapter III"

🐾 They were crying. Crying during your backstory part. Crying during part, where you were defeated.

🐾 Expect even more affection in the future.

🐾 Yosano, Doc and Mori check your head for injuries, after seeing you fall down after you were defeated.

-During "Interlude Chapter. Act III"

🐾 After learning about Dottore's role in your past and his treatment of you, BSD Gang was ready to travel to Teyvat and tear him apart. You quickly assured them, that Dottore already paid for what he did.

🐾 They were nervous, when you and memories about you disappeared.

🐾 Thought, that you were adorable, before you gain your memories back. They won't say it out loud.

🐾 Were cheering, when you got your vision. To entertain them, you float around the room.

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Reaction to Wanderer:

- During "A Paradise of Providence" event.

🐾 Now Dazai will call you only "Hat Guy". Wait, until he learns about "Bongo-Head".

🐾 Kunikida is baffled of you not taking competition seriously.

🐾 Everyone adores yours and Nahida's relationship.

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You feel better, after sharing your story with BSD Cast. You will wait for the future. When you can share the rest of the story with your friends.