#crimson witch of embers

[genshinincorrectquotes]

Signora: Thanks to your little gesture, she actually believes that the earth is full of people who, deep down, are filled with kindness and caring!

Scaramouche: Well that’s absurd. People are bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling.

Signora: Exactly!

[void-kissed]

..It’s just occurred to me that using Citri to selfship with Vanea now means that Citri stays at about my height (160cm), because she’s a Homs who becomes a Face unit. As opposed to Meral (who is no longer a self-insert and is instead an OC), who is also a Machina and therefore of a roughly similar height to Vanea (though still a decent bit shorter).

For context, Machina are generally at least a foot (and then some) taller than humans/Homs. And Vanea is noticeably tall even by Machina standards.

..I think I might have found a new record for height difference for my selfships.

[eldridgecandell]

"Is this the part where we run?" The guard whispered softly as the shadowed form floated through the wood.

Eld grimaced hard as she stared at the many eyed thing floating through the air, his hands gripping tightly to the stock of his crossbow.

The eyes turned and found them.

"Yes," Eld spoke harshly as he grabbed the guard as they began to back up deeper into the Crimson.

Maéna

[rainybyday]

Pt 2 | Pt 3

Jazz was in awe of her baby brother. Sure, she had seen him in her Ma’s tummy but seeing him in person was different. 

He was so.... squishy and tiny and small and soft! His hands waving in slow motions with legs kicking in the air, closed eyes and baby soft clothes on his new body. Jazz was content on watching her brother like this, hearing his soft coos and simply staying with him but she felt a nudge from her left. 

“Touch him Jasmin,” Big Sister Rosa said. “Hold out your finger to greet him.”

Jazz looked back at her Big Sis. Her dirty (mud covered) blond (dark red) hair shifted so her green (missing) eyes stared at her in gentleness (and understanding, for she too was a big sister once upon a time). Seeing Jazz’s hesitation, she nudged her again towards the crib to encourage her.

Jazz looked at her, then glanced back at her brother. The baby was still wiggling in his position. Hesitantly she reached out her hand to hover over her brother, still a bit unsure as to what she should do. Just when she was about to retreat her hand when the nerves got the best of her, she felt the touch of feathery soft skin. 

Wide blues eyes watched in awe as a tinny tiny hand grazed her’s. Danny was blindly waving his arm to feel her own before little fingers with even tinnier nails finally unclenched from his fist and latching on to her hand. 

A moment of silence passed by before the tiny ittiy bitty baby made a soft whining sound. 

And then-! And then-!

He opened his eyes!

Jazz felt all her breath escaped her in a loud gasp as blurry blue eyes blinked against the bright lights of his nursery. He blinked for a long time before his eyes seemed adjust enough to seek out the soft thing he was touching. 

“Hi baby,” Jazz breathed. “I’m your sister.”

Little eyes blinked as responding hums answered back. 

(The specters watched the two living breathing beings as they conversed with each other. Neither of the siblings knew that those words would have taken a hold of them both. A bind that transcends beyond blood and water.)

(Both pair of eyes glowed under the veil, ebony hair became wispy white and crimson hair became blazing embers.)

(One held the starting of a star in his eyes, space under his shadow, and eternity written in his future.)

(One held the shine of a sun in her eyes, magic on her fingertips, and the birth of infinity that will be the tale of her destiny.)

Jazz protected and loved her brother. Twin laughter can be heard in rooms they claim to play in. Jazz would always insist on feeding him when her parents come to grab him for food. Giddiness would push Jazz to rush to her brother once school is over to tell him about her day. Slowly, Jazz’s life was becoming brighter with her little star by her side. 

The birth of her brother also had another side effect. She would converse with her Big Sisters more, asking questions about her brother's health or ask them what stories her brother would love to hear. Craft projects were made with the upmost care in order to gift them to her little star. She spent a large about of time digging for pretty rocks and wildflowers to present to him as well. More and more she planned her days around what she can do to make her little brother the happiest he can be. 

More and more she started to spend more time outside 

(More and more people of the town started to notice how the predator began to prowl the streets of their uneasy town.)

(Tension began to rise, and every person would start to slow down around corners of their homes. Afraid to meet the gaze of something unnatural, the beginning of something dangerous with too white teeth and too bright eyes. Tension was becoming thicker and only time will tell when it snaps.)

(And it did.)

“What are you smiling about?”

“Hmm?” Jazz hummed as she turned questioning to the voice behind her.

“You heard me!” A classmate yelled. “What are smiling about Witch!”

Jazz tilt her head at the term, not noticing the growing uneasiness of her classmates around her who were staring at the altercation. She pondered at the new word as she answered. “I was smiling because I was thinking of my brother.”

The classmate waited, clearly looking for more of an explanation but got none which agitated them. “So what? You just smiling thinking of your pet?”

Jazz frowned. “Pet? Danny is not my pet.”

No, Danny was her little brother. Her sweet little brother who would smile so adorably with so soft cheeks and playing with ever do gently. Her little brother was her prefect little star. He wasn’t some pet.

Her classmate looked at her disgust. “Thats what a Witch would say.”

“What’s a Witch?”

“What you are!”

She doesn’t understand what that means at all. 

(The unseen dead children cower under the name. The name that was said with such fear yet hunger. The need to destroy and take and light on fire because of that name. Many have seen those that set ablaze, many have been there longer than what their appearance may imply.)

(Many have seen the start of the hunt.)

(The Witch Hunt.)

“Why would you ask that?” Big Sister Annie asked Jazz. 

Jazz, unaware of the troubled look her Big Sister had, answered. “A classmate called me a Witch, but I don’t know what that means.”

(The Fenton Household became still. The elderly couple at the back stopped gossiping with each other as their auras became a deadly shade of black. Big Sister Rosa frozen in kitchen, her open wound on her neck started to drip blood once more and her mulated hands tumbled. The women in dresses of fire started to burn, skin turning black and the smell of ozone.)

Big Sister Annie stayed silent for a long moment. So long that Jazz started to shift every so often for waiting for so long. Finally, as years of waiting (not) Big Sister Annie crouched down to meet her eyes. 

“Listen to me Jasmin.” A̸̰̹̬̭͌̏̅̍͜n̷̺̆͌̽̈́̽́͝n̴͔͉̻̯̪̤͇̐̐͛͋̚͝ę̶̦̓̀̃b̵̈��̓̀͛ͅë̷̡͚̬̳͎̪́̚t̴̡͊h̷̜̪͖̓ͅ ̷̡͖͎̥̇M̴̡̛̠͖͚͈͋̈́̑̾a̷̢̺̝̭̣͎̾̈́̋̾̑r̷͕̣̐ḯ̶̢̤̉͗̔̒̽͝b̸͍̓̅̂̀ͅe̶̝̬̹̪͇̒̄͒̌́̃͝l̴̰̍l̸̼͕̭̞͂̋̽͝ ̴͖̼̙̞̬̈́̔̃̓G̴̠̭̖̥̦̮̙̓̓͆̉͋̋r̴̜͙͊̽̉͗ã̸͖̞̬̠͎̦̓͆̃͂͜c̷̱͙̬͈̺͗͐͌͆̚e̶̪̭̦̬͉̯̩̔̇̽͂̀ demanded. “Listen to me very carefully to what I am about to tell you. Do you understand?”

“Uh.. Yes?”

“Jasmin.”

“Yes!”

(There's something about history. History always tells us the stories of the past, the winnings of war and the start of buildings anew. History is always taught to show the mistakes we make so that we will be blessed to no repeat them.)

“Witches are people that are hurt by others because people fear them. They don’t mean to cause fear, it's just that people are scared of things they don’t understand, things they deem strange.”

(But we often forget that History is written by the survivors, the winners.)

“Jasmin, you're not strange to me nor to Roselle or Madame Victoria or Master Wischer. We love you so very much, but you have to understand something Jasmin. Not everyone can see us, they don’t understand us, nor do they accept us. It's not their fault nor yours, but sometimes people believe in stories that are passed down far to earnestly.”

(And History, is not always right.)

“We don’t want you to be hurt, so please, listen to me Jasmin. Listen to me.”

(Witches, as they all know, were always burned at the stake.)

That day was the day that Jazz learned how to pretend. Pretend because if she did not, then she will be hurt. 

She doesn’t want to be hurt so she pretends, even if she doesn’t like to pretend that she can’t see the children in her classroom. Or how she can no longer call out to the madams in beautiful gown in the streets or dance in the forest with them anymore without getting caught. Sure, she could still talk with them behind closed doors, but her family started to come less and less by the day. 

Slowly, it became just Jazz and Danny. But her and Danny. And no one else.

(She wonders why they left her.)

It would be years of being normal, years of pretending to read more silently and walk away a bit faster. Years of pretending to be someone she is not. 

It was years of fakeness when she meet someone new, someone lost. 

His name was Jason. 

[pupsmailbox]

GOTH ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　abby. ace. addam. alister. amelia. amoret. ange. angel. angelo. anubis. arch. archette. ash. aslan. aspen. astor. astoria. astrophel. atticus. axelle. azazel. azrael. bael. bat. batsy. bella. bellatrix. blade. blair. blanchette. brahms. branwen. cain. callan. calliope. cannibelle. caskeite. casketta. caskette. caspian. celeste. celestia. chaos. charlotte. cherry. chira. chiraelle. chiro. chiroptairre. chiroptelle. chiropteranne. choir. christian. cofette. coffin. coffine. constantine. corbin. corpse. crimson. crow. crowley. damian. damien. demonesse. divina. dorian. draven. edgar. elatha. elijah. elix. elwin, elwin. elwood. ember. emmaline. etienne. evan. evangeline. eve. faith. forest. forrest. frill. frille. frilleine. frilliette. frilly. genesis. ghost. gothita. gothitelle. gothitess. gothitesse. grey. gwen. gypsy. hades. hawthorne. hecate. hemlock. imortalle. imortella. iris. israel. jakob. jet. jett. johnas. josiah. judas. kain. kane. kedi. keir. lacey. laciene. laciette. lazarus. leo. lilith. lilithe. lolita. lucid. lucien. lucifer. lucius. luscious. lynx. maeve. malice. mana. martyr. max. melancholy. merle. micah. michael. misery. mordred. morris. mors. morte. mortis. mourge. mourgette. myrette. nightshade. noah. noctre. nocturne. noir. obsidian. oleander. omen. onyx. orion. orpheus. ozul. ozzy. prince. prophet. raven. ravenie. raveniette. rook. rowan. ruby. saber. saint. salem. samael. samuel. scarlet. secrette. seraph. serenity. shilo. shiloh. silas. silver. silvester. skelly. skulliene. skulliette. skully. sorrow. sylvester. syn. thorn. thorne. tobias. tommy. trix. umbriel. valkyrie. valo. vervain. vesper. victoria. ville. violetta. vito. vlad. woundie. zeon. zephyrine.

PRONOUNS ⌇　abby/abby. ae/aer. ash/ash. bat/bat. bleed/bleed. blood/blood. book/book. bug/bug. burn/burn. chain/chain. chap/chapel. chill/chill. claw/claw. cloud/cloud. cob/cobweb. cof/coffin. coffin/coffin. corps/corpse. creep/creep. cri/cross. cro/cros. cross/cross. cross/crosse. da/dark. dae/dae. dae/daem. dark/dark. decay/decay. dee/dark. des/despair. devout/devout. div/divine. dust/dust. echo/echo. edge/edgy. en/envie. fae/fang. fang/fang. fe/fear. fie/fiend. fog/fog. fri/frill. frill/frill. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. gore/gore. goth/goth. goth/gothic. gra/grave. grave/grave. ha/haunt. halo/halo. hie/hiem. ho/holy. holy/holy. horn/horn. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ink/ink. lace/lace. lae/lace. lost/lost. mist/mist. moon/moon. net/fishnet. ni/night. night/night. null/null. par/parasol. parasol/parasol. pray/pray. pray/prayer. proph/prophet. ro/rose. rose/rose. rot/rot. rust/rust. sac/sacrifice. saint/saint. scar/scar. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/sinister. sin/sin. sku/skull. skull/skull. snake/snake. spider/spider. spike/spike. sto/storm. stud/stud. thou/thorn. thron/thorn. thxy/thxm. vae/vaer. ve/ver. velvet/velvet. vo/void. whis/whisper. whisper/whisper. witch/witch. wood/wood. x/x. xae/xaer. × . ♠️ . ♣️ . ⚰️ . ⛓️ . 🌑 . 💀 . 🕯 . 🕷 . 🕸 . 🖤 . 🥀 . 🦇 .

[dummiebrat]

𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲

Agatha Harkness X Rio Vidal.

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: A powerfully charged confrontation between a Agatha Harkness and her lover, Rio Vidal. The scene unfolds with Rio challenging Agatha after discovering her stealing powers from other witches through seduction. Tension runs high as Rio's jealousy and defiance clash with Agatha’s dominant nature.

Notes: Power Dynamics, Jealousy, Brat Tamer Dynamics, Dominance and Submission, Emotional Conflict, Aftercare, Intimacy.

Author's Notes: Just me, spitting out the random crazy things that come into my head. I'm still not sure about writing smut, but I like the power exchange dynamic, so here we are. English is not my native language so please forgive any mistakes

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe room was drenched in darkness, save for the flickering dance of candlelight casting shadows that swayed like specters upon the stone walls. The air was thick with the heady scent of incense, a haze of cloves and myrrh that clung to the skin like a lover's whisper. Agatha Harkness stood in the center of the room, her silhouette regal and unyielding, draped in midnight-black velvet that seemed to swallow the light. Her eyes, twin orbs of molten silver, glinted with a dangerous curiosity as they fixed upon the figure kneeling before her.

Rio Vidal — Lady Death — was a vision of defiance, her raven hair cascading in wild, untamed waves that framed her face like a stormy halo. She was all sharp edges and simmering fury, the perfect contradiction of rebellion and allure. Her hands were bound behind her back with crimson silk, the delicate fabric a striking contrast to the cold, pale perfection of her skin. Yet even in her captivity, there was a fire in her eyes, a challenge that smoldered like embers waiting to ignite.

— You think I didn't see you? — Rio spat, her voice a low, sultry growl that quivered with barely restrained anger. — Stealing their power... their very essence with nothing but a kiss. How many witches have you drained, Agatha? How many more will you seduce with those honeyed words and poisoned lips?

Agatha's smile was a slow, deliberate thing-a curve of crimson lips that spoke of secrets and sins, a smile that promised both pleasure and pain in equal measure. She stepped forward, each movement a calculated grace, her boots echoing against the stone floor with a rhythmic, taunting click.

— Jealousy, my dear? — Agatha purred, her voice as smooth and dark as velvet. She tilted Rio's chin upward with a single finger, forcing those stormy eyes to meet her own. — How charming. I thought you enjoyed watching me play with my prey. Or is it that you're afraid you're no longer enough to sate me?

A flash of hurt crossed Rio's face, so fleeting that it could have been imagined, but Agatha saw it-relishing the vulnerability beneath the defiance. Leaning closer, Agatha let her breath ghost over Rio's lips, their proximity charged with a heat that bordered on violence.

— You've always been my favorite, little brat. — she whispered, the words a caress and a command all at once. — But you seem to have forgotten your place.

Rio's lips twisted into a defiant smirk, a dangerous glint in her eyes. — Perhaps it's you who's forgotten, Mistress. — she shot back, her voice dripping with insolence. — Perhaps I need to remind you of how much you crave the challenge.

Agatha's response was a sharp tug on the silk that bound Rio's wrists, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together, a battle of wills made flesh. There was no softness in the kiss that followed, only a clash of tongues and teeth, a bruising, punishing claiming of territory. But beneath the fury, there was something else-a desperation, a need that neither could fully acknowledge, even as it consumed them.

When they finally broke apart, both were panting, their breaths mingling in the scant inches that separated them.

Agatha's eyes were dark with something that bordered on feral, but Rio was the first to speak, her voice softer now, tinged with something that might have been regret.

— I just... I hate sharing you. — she admitted, her defiance crumbling to reveal a raw vulnerability that was as rare as it was precious. — I want to be the only one who has your attention, your power... your love.

For a moment, the mask slipped from Agatha's face, replaced by a tenderness that was as fleeting as a candle's flicker. She loosened the bonds around Rio's wrists, massaging the reddened skin with a gentleness that seemed out of place after the brutality of their encounter.

— My darling, — Agatha murmured, pressing a kiss to each wrist in turn, as if in penance. — You are the only one who truly has me. The others are... mere distractions.

Rio's eyes softened at the words, and she leaned into Agatha's touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. — Then prove it. — she whispered, almost a plea. — Show me that I'm the only one.

And so Agatha did, but this time, with a gentleness that spoke of devotion rather than dominance. She held Rio close, caressing away the hurt, the jealousy, the anger. This was their ritual, their unspoken dance between power and surrender, a constant push and pull that only strengthened their bond.

Afterwards, they lay entwined in the afterglow, Agatha's fingers tracing lazy patterns along Rio's spine, grounding her, comforting her.

— Better? — Agatha asked softly, a rare smile curving her lips, one meant only for Rio.

Rio nodded, a contented sigh escaping her as she buried her face against Agatha's neck. — Yes, Mistress, — she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy. — I'm a good girl... your good girl.

Agatha's smile widened as she pulled the covers over them, the firelight casting a warm glow upon their tangled forms. — Yes, you are, baby. — she whispered, pressing a final kiss to Rio's temple. — And you're mine. Always.

ㅤㅤㅤ

[daybreak-overture]

Love Nikki Genshin-Inspired Looks: Harbingers Pt. 1

Tartaglia

Tartaglia- Foul Legacy

La Signora

Crimson Witch of Embers

Scaramouche

Shouki no Kami

Arlecchino

The Knave

| Mondstadt Part 1 | Mondstadt Part 2 |

| Liyue Part 1 | Liyue Part 2 |

Inazuma Part 1 | Inazuma Part 2

| Sumeru Part 1 | Sumeru Part 2|

| Fontaine | 4.4 + |

[youraveragetorturedpoet]

Taylor Swift Albums As: Aesthetics/Random Things

DEBUT: green meadows, wildflowers, sundresses with boots, car radios, back country roads, laughing so hard you cry, pickup trucks, butterflies, innocence, freckles, having all the time in the world, fireflies, moonlit lakes, old blue jeans, front porches, sweet tea, hot lazy summer days

FEARLESS: gold sparkles, rainfall/storms, high school years, fairy tales, schoolyards, princesses and princes, old books of ancient tales, waiting, clocks, knights in armor, prom, phone calls, broken promises, smiles, fighting for a cause, mutual pining, school gyms, band practice

SPEAK NOW: any and all shades of purple, trepidation in love, storybooks, fancy ballgowns, big cities, liars, awkward meetings, sparklers, crowded rooms, flames to embers, poetic endings, fighting dragons, castles, old antiques, summertime, fireworks, roses, using your voice, farewell to childhood

RED: classic red lipstick, foggy mornings, notes on pictures, trains, planes, autumn, things changing in the blink of an eye, lockets, distance, mosaics, busy streets, vintage, weeping alone, yearning, longing, the cost of fame, scarves, lattes, sleek hair, echoes, starlight, cafes, hoping against hope

1989: retro, blinding lights, vanilla ice cream, seagulls, daisies, carefree days, the beach/the ocean, tabloids, paper planes, rumors, sky blue, car rides at twilight, waves/water, wild parties, sequins, marquees, running, finding yourself, reinvention, recklessness, prime of life

REP: haunted by living ghosts, sexy, buried alive, black & crimson & white, illusions, hard liquor, snakes, "burn the witch", the perfect crime, revenge, trickery, love is a drug, cautiously optimistic, the girl you knew is dead, sleeping a lot, burning bridges, darkest nights with a starry sky

LOVER: pastels, summer nights, dirty jokes, star signs, cozy home, American classic, cheers, full moons, sunsets, rooftops, drunk in a car, new chapters, religious themes, pleading, any and all shades of pink, playing games, accepting someone fully, denial, kitchens, memories, apologies, bars, sunsets

FOLKLORE: grays & muted blacks, beginnings, spring, summer, stars, bleeding from old wounds, trains, a midnight sea, bus stops, old film reels, funeral for old self, braids, lies, pretending, rumors, waiting by the phone, malls, wishes, drowning, jewels, old tales of those who came before, August and July

EVERMORE: bronze & shades of brown, snow, endings, reunions, fall and winter, moving on, old friends, a weekend tryst, true crime podcasts, healing from deep wounds, ivy and greenery, stuck on repeat, crescent moons, November and December, willow trees, bubbling champagne, following dreams, watching from the sidelines

MIDNIGHTS: sultry, dark wine, hurt but not dead, friendship bracelets, navy blue and mustard yellow, moonstones, honey, cats, vulnerability, auroras, impossible things, growing up, rain and snow, time portals, politics, meteors, shimmering, recognizing your worth, simplicity, chess, emotional infidelity, glitches

TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: quill pens, white, the scent of old books, denial & anger & bargaining & grief & acceptance, typewriters, exhaustion, profound sadness, mental institutions, the price of fame, refiners fire, childhood stories, nostalgia, ancient prophecies, hotel rooms, dolls, mental health issues, reading Aristotle just because, going in kicking and screaming but coming out alive

[colorfuldreamsmkg]

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Congratulations to our cast of 20! Prologue proper should be starting in roughly a week, as your SEKAIs are born!

Below the cut is the text version of the roster.

Unit 1

Bo Lau Fei - K-Pop Visual, played by Lovely

Hitome Hoshikawa - Cosmetology Student, played by Hes

Inazuma Dauza - Dance Game Mascot, played by Azurite

Pellonia - VTuber, played by Faust

Unit 2

Cecilie Erdon - Message in a Bottle Writer, played by Ser

Clarabell - Clown, played by Ember

Swan Song - Biomusician, played by Crow

Witch - NEET, played by Diddgery

Unit 3

Crimson - K-Pop Vocalist, Played by Rei

Dahlia Howardson - Percussionist, Played by Penny

Kanji Mochizuki - Florist, Played by Gato

Suzie Dean - Librarian, Played by Luca

Unit 4

Emile Dupont - Orchestral Music Director, Played by Ash

Johann Reiher - Abstract Artist, Played by Roadie

María Dolores Aguiar - Singing Competition Judge, Played by Zwei

Sonny Desirée - Roboticist, Played by Pastry

Unit 5

Erika Singer - Retail Worker, Played by Nan

Jedidiah Jones - Mechanic, Played by Roark

Ozzy Driscoll - Tattoo Artist, Played by Maya

Takuma Sanzou - Bartender, Played by Aster

[fatuismooches]

Playing HSR and thinking about Foxttore made me think about Dottore and/or Reader making creatures similar to cake cats from HSR's "Critter Pick" event because they're so cuuute. I imagine Cattore and Readcat just can't get off each other, like their prototypes. Dottore is also a type of person who's like:

*Doesn't want a cat*

*Reader gets a cat anyway*

*Dottore and cat: ❤️❤️❤️*

It's now in handbook guide that if you work under Dottore, you must keep an eye on creatures, especially on Readcat. If this was an actual event, Cattore and Readcat would have special interactions, like Wisteria Cake and Lambda's Friend. Rare creatures would include:

Crow Cake - Dottore

Sparrow Cake - Reader

Court Jester - Pierro

Armored Cake - Capitano

Angel Strawberry Shortcake - Columbina

Cake from Hearth - Arlecchino

Chicken Patty - Pulchinella

Bitter Choco - Scaramouche

Teacake - Sandrone

Iced Cake - Signora

Mora Candy - Pantalone (yknow those candies that look like coins, but are actually chocolate)

Ginger Loaf - Tartaglia

(this is verg cringy and took way too long ;;)

Dottore and other fatui have to write the wildest reports about cat cakes, like:

*Crow Cake hisses at people, who try to pet him or Sparrow Cake, only accepting affection from Lord Harbinger or his lover

*Ginger Loaf tried to fight Armored Cake, but the latter one didn't react

*Angel Strawberry Shortcake lets out sounds, that resemble singing. Other creatures are mesmerised

*Bitter Choco has no interest in spending tine with other creatures, prefering sunbathing

*Mora Candy stole a few Mora coins and kept playing with them. It's assumed he likes how they shine in sun

*Crow Cake tried to make a copy of himself and suceeded..??

I also imagine Reader eventually making more cats to represent Dottore's segments, Foul Legacy, Crimson Witch of Embers... They're unstoppable once they start, so the two have many many cats... When Doctor stays in lab at nights, sparrow cake can and will sit on his lap and purr loudly, demanding attention. As for Reader, when their lover pulls an all-nighter in lab, they have a cat version of him to cuddle with :3

-🥀 (can you tell im a cat person--)

YESSS WJBWEJBEW I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS IDEA AND THE CRITTER CAKES AHHH. These names too? Oh my gosh I'm giving you a kith 🥀 anon I'M EATING THIS UP. Dottore is SO a cat lover in denial. He gets all annoyed and huffy because he 'doesn't see why you'd want a creature like that'. He acts like he doesn't care about them but in private... the cat is lying on his lap and he's giving it many head pats and ear scratches.

You were the one who begged Dottore to work on making the cake cat critters with you and he begrudgingly gave in... because you're the one asking. You're the one who named and designed all of them of course! (Dottore was rather impressed with your skill, he noted. If only you put that energy to other experiments...)

I love how we're just adding to the Fatui Handbook 😭 (If Readcat is found by itself, return to a segment immediately. Do not feed sweets to another critter in front of Crow Cake or Cattore, it will not be happy.) Crow Cake has probably also stolen some of the stash to share with Sparrow Cake... it has also stolen your attention from Dottore, much to the Harbinger's dismay. Cake From Hearth can be seen with three smaller cakes following it around sometimes, wonder who they could be? Sparrow Cake and Angel Strawberry Shortcake often spend time together. Crow Cake can be seen watching jealously in the distance. Sparrow Cake likes to stack itself on top of Crow Cake, with its... somehow created copy on top.

Eventually, you got a ton of these circular cats chilling in various corners of the lab... you might even give some away to the Harbingers who are interested! The only problem is that, there is only one Sparrow Cake and numerous similar blue cakes wanting its attention...

(I too am a cat person.)

[venti-the-bard-rumor-mill]

am i the only one who remembers the goddamn crimson witch of embers kicking Venti down the stairs?????? what did he do to you, fuck your dead husband? or was he the nearest mondstatian to chuck? did they have prior beef? he didn't seem all that affected by her death, although neither was 90% of mondstat....

Anon, what are you going on about???

[spiteful--art]

I just had. The most cursed idea. For the Divine Beasts AU. While watching Alpharad videos.

So hear me out-- what if. What if you could cATCH THE BOSSES IN EACH NATION/REGION--

BECAUSE I MEAN LIKE-- IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT-- each nation already has its pair of Legendaries. Mond has Dvalin and Andrius, Liyue has Azhdaha and Childe, Inazuma has Raiden and Signora, etc. Half of what i listed can already TECHNICALLY be counted as pokemon, and pokemon are literally just Pocket Monsters. So wHOS TO SAY WE CANT TREAT THE MONSTERS AND CREATURES OF TEYVAT LIKE POKEMON--

I mean, first off we gotta figure out how to make pokeballs but like AFTER THAT WE CAN GO BUCKWILD-- we can catch LITERALLY ALMOST EVERY ENEMY AND MOB. The Regisvines are literally just Grass type plus whatever element they are, Hypostasis are just pure whatever element they are, Primo Geo is Rock type plus what element they are that week and so on

I am ONTO SOMETHING OH MY GOD--

Also imagine how MORBID AND FUCKED UP itd be if you could catch Signora. You are literally fighting a dead woman and are making her fight other people wtffffff

My god. Your brain, it's HUGE.

I imagine that in this iteration of Divine Beasts, there isn't an Impostor on the throne but the characters are still really zealous over anyone claiming to be the Creator, so our protagonist still has to find a way to get back home. Luckily, they have the help of Teyvat's creatures!

Maybe Teyvat Pokeballs are made with iron chunks, and with the corollas/stamens of the flowers. The rarer materials make stronger pokeballs, and since there are a lot of materials to use the Creator can mix and match in order to find out some neat combinations.

As for the captured creatures, I'd wager that since Pokemon are said to be able to shrink their size, a similar thing happens to anything caught by the Creator. The captured creature shrinks, of course, but they also take on a cuter, chibi-esque form. They can shift between their chibi form and real form anytime, but most of the time they're set in chibi mode.

And while I'm on this chain of thought, what if evolution occurs as well? The monsters of Teyvat clearly have different "forms", so the Creator should be able to evolve them into their stronger forms. Hilichurls would definitely need to be exposed to elemental energies and be feed a lot of meat in order to unlock their different branches. Funnily enough, I think this makes them the Eevees of Teyvat xD This same principle applies to Whopperflowers, slimes, all sorts of monsters.

When it comes to the bosses, I imagine that the way the Creator would catch them is similar to how you calm down the Noble Pokemon in Legends: Arceus. We'd create balms that soothe the boss monsters, throw them at them, and when the time is right capture them! But this may only apply to the monster bosses...

For "human" bosses, Childe, Signora, and Raiden Shogun if I recall correctly, they can't be caught... Unless a condition is met. See, powerful they may be, Childe and Signora are still humans. But in their respective boss battles, they take on an inhuman form (Foul Legacy and Crimson Witch of Embers). It's only in those forms can you catch Childe and Signora, and the chibi-fying effect applies to them. You can let your imagination run wild on that one ;3

As for Raiden... Well, I just plain don't know! Maybe her status as an Archon prevents her from being captured. Then again, I know there's some wacky story stuff going on with her, so until I find out for myself what happens in Inazuma's storyline, her status as Catchable is undecided.

[pupsmailbox]

HALLOWEEN ID PACK

NAMES︰ abraham. abraxas. adam. adrian. adrienne. alaric. alfred. alistair. amity. ann. annabelle. apple. arawn. ash. avaric. azazel. azrael. azriel. barnabas. belladonna. berry. blair. blaize. blake. blanche. boq. brain. bram. bridgette. bronwen. burton. candi. candy. caradoc. carmilla. carrie. casper. cassia. castor. choco. claire. clarice. claudia. cole. coraline. corbin. crimson. cuthbert. damien. damon. daphne. dark. debra. dexter. draco. dracula. drake. duncan. ebony. edgar. elena. eli. elphaba. elvira. ember. estelle. eve. eye. fable. fang. fergus. finn. fiyero. frankenstein. freddie. freddy. frederick. george. ghost. ghoul. giles. glinda. griffin. grimm. gummy. hades. hallorann. hallow. hawthorne. heath. heathcliff. hecate. hekate. hela. hemlock. henry. ichabod. igor. ike. ivan. jack. jason. jasper. josette. knox. layla. lazarus. lenore. lester. licorice. lilith. lolly. lucinda. luella. luna. lunette. mab. malcolm. marnie. mary. matilda. mike. mikey. mina. morgan. morgana. mortimer. nancy. neoma. nessarose. nimue. norman. obsidian. onyx. orenda. orion. osiris. othello. pandora. payne. peach. perdita. poe. poison. pumpkin. radcliff. raven. reese. remus. renwick. requiem. rhiannon. romero. rosalie. rosemary. ross. ruby. rune. ruth. saber. sabrina. sage. salem. sally. sam. samhain. scarlett. sebastian. semyazza. seth. sibyl. sid. sirius. stella. stephen. sylvia. tabitha. thackery. trick. twila. twilight. udolpho. vamp. vampire. vanellope. vespera. victor. victoria. viktor. vincent. vlad. voltaire. wanda. wednesday. wendy. werewolf. wes. wesley. wilhelmina. willow. winifred. winter. wolf. wren. xander. zelda.

PRONOUNS︰ attic/attic. bat/bat. bell/bell. black/black. blood/blood. bone/bone. boo/boo. cabre/macabre. candle/candle. candy/bar. candy/candy. candybar/candybar. carve/carve. cavity/cavity. cem/cemetery. chaos/chaos. choco/chocola. claw/claw. co/coffin. costume/costume. crim/crimson. cry/crypt. dark/dark. darkroom/darkroom. demon/demon. devil/devil. dread/dreadful. end/ender. eve/eve. fair/fair. fang/fang. fest/festival. flick/flick. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. grem/gremlin. grim/grim. grue/gruesome. hallo/ween. hallow/hallow. hallow/halloween. halloween/halloween. haunt/haunt. haunted/haunted. hay/hayride. hex/hex. hide/hide. howl/howl. imp/imp. mis/mischeif. mon/monster. monster/monster. myst/mystery. para/normal. poi/poison. poison/poison. polter/geist. prank/prank. pum/pumpkin. pump/kin. pump/pumpkin. pumpkin/pumpkin. scare/crow. scream/scream. shriek/shriek. skel/skeleton. skeleton/skeleton. skull/skull. so/soul. spider/spider. spirit/spirit. spook/spook. spooky/spooky. static/static. sweet/sweet. tale/tale. thrill/thriller. tomb/tomb. treat/treat. tri/trick. trick/treat. trick/trick. trickster/trickster. vamp/vamp. vamp/vampire. vampire/vampire. venom/venom. voi/void. web/web. werewolf/werewolf. witch/witch. wolf/wolf. zomb/zomb. zombie/zombie. ⚰️. 🍁. 🍂. 🍫. 🍬. 🍭. 🎃. 👻. 💀. 💚. 💜. 🕯. 🕷. 🕷️. 🕸. 🖤. 🦇. 🦴. 🧡.

[sentfromwolves]

Thanks so much for the tag, @maddstermind!! I love find the word tag games. >:3 I'm going to be doing this for HBABL!

The words I got were: greeting, scream, pendant, and junk!

◈—« greet/ing » HIS BODY A BROKEN LAW ; Chapter Four

A face emerged from the writhing mass of rat bodies in front of him, a pale white apparition with lidless crimson eyes that bled the sclera scarlet, pale pink lips pulling back to reveal rows and rows of jagged teeth.  “Now, now,” the demon infesting the rats purred, “is that any way to greet a friend?”  Pain exploded over Nemesis’s calf, a harder, fiercer force than all the rest, like enamel tearing straight through his skin to his muscle, and slicing that too. He disappeared beneath the surface of the tide, a million rodents writhing all around him, dragging Nemesis down into the dark. 

◈—« scream » HIS BODY A BROKEN LAW ; Chapter Sixteen

“Nemesis,” Judge snarled behind him, but beyond all his anger, Nemesis could sense the fear in him too. Horror and agony and confusion—the final destination of any beast backed into the corner of a cage. “Nemesis—wait—”  His voice cut off into a roar of anguish as the demon prowling around him lunged again, the air bloating with the scent of fresh spilled blood. Nemesis heard flesh tear, bones crack and shatter. Nemesis heard Judge scream, all that agony becoming unbearable. 

◈—« pendant » HIS BODY A BROKEN LAW ; Chapter Two

“I know.” The demon smirked. “I know you’re not. But how’s this instead? We make an old-fashioned kinda deal. Something simple, the kind we shake hands on, nothing more.” Nemesis paused halfway through wrangling off his other boot to hurl at the demon’s head. Suspicion snarled up his spine, but something stopped it stupidly in its tracks. Not hope. Nemesis wasn’t stupid enough anymore to cling onto something as reckless and deadly as that. But something. Intuition, maybe. Curiosity, fanged and sharp. He lifted his right hand, twitching his fingers. Excalibur soared free of the blazing inferno that had become the barn at his back.  By the time Nemesis caught it, the holy blade was a pendant again. He dragged the chain back around his neck, ruffled his sweaty, grimy hair, and said, “and what’s that? You know, most demons don’t exactly have hands to shake with.”

◈—« junk » HIS BODY A BROKEN LAW ; Chapter

“You say that, but you’re the demon who had us wait three hours while they made two hundred burgers to satisfy your appetite,” Nemesis growled as he crawled over the baking leather of the backseat and stuck his head through the middle console. “You sure you aren’t just gonna puke it up by the time we get to the Mirage?”  “I think I have a far better handle on my stomach than you, little witch,” Judge purred, catching Nemesis’s chin with his claws and leaning in close. “Appreciate your concern though. This diet of junk food and jackasses ain’t exactly my style.” 

I'm going to tag @tananaphone, @juls-writes, @saintedseraph @awritingcaitlin, @k-v-briarwood, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @crwn-nrth, and anyone else who wants to do this!

Your words are: rust, ember, damp, breath, teeth. ( •̀ ω •́ )y les GOOOOO

[genshinresource]

Genshin Impact Enemy & Monster Icons (1/?) : Weekly Bosses

Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom, Shouki no Kami the Prodigal

La Signora, Eighth of the Fatui Harbingers (Crimson Witch of Embers, Rosalyne-Kruzchka Lohefalter)

Magatsu Mitake Narukami no Mikoto, Raiden no Inazuma Tono

Andrius, Dominator of Wolves

Stormterror Dvalin, Erstwhile King of the Skies

Azhdaha, Sealed Lord of Vishaps

[the-writing-mobster]

The Witch, The Judge & the 3 Card Gamble | Western

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— Excerpt —

Sparks and stars… Nearly indistinguishable from each other. Each wheeling into the abyssal dome caging them on that blood-stained earth. 

The wind stood still and the world held its breath with it. And with the world, so joined The Witch. 

She held the burning pressure within her chest. Let it build up within her throat. She dared not inhale. As if the moment she did, she’d invite the night and all its spirits into her mind to torture her into the morning. 

Her chapped lips trembled as a chill ran down her backside, and a blossom of agony seared into the side of her ribs. She bitterly recounted that she’d wasted nearly half a flagon of water cleaning the torn flesh. And now her body was demanding even more warmth to offer some form of comfort against the chilled desert air.

She would not give in. Not to the pain, nor her body’s oblivious demands. No. She kept her fire small; merely a few dying embers she nursed from time to time so as not to draw the attention of vagabonds who’d surely make her pay for existing.

Her soot-mixed-blood-stained hand reached over it, not only for warmth, but also control. Small bursts of faint, sage mana flickered from the cracks of her palm like heatless electricity; encasing the embers before melting back into nothing. Enough to cut the oxygen… to suffocate it… and keep her precious warmth, the only comfort she had besides her own horse, on the brink of death. 

The Witch and the Embers; kindred spirits. 

Her horse, Onyx, stood tied to the driftwood the witch sat on now. The black mare’s large head swayed near her shoulder. Soft, even breaths puffed from the mare’s velvet nostrils. Onyx’s peace was almost enough to set the witch’s mind at ease. After all, if her horse wasn’t spooked, she shouldn’t be either. 

The thought was enough for her to suck in a deep breath. 

Risk the nightmares. 

The burning ceased. Weight lifted. The embers flared as if it had been her own held breath that kept it quiet. 

Snort! 

The witch flinched as her horse reared its head and let out a soft but nervous whinny. She regretted breathing then. Her hand lifted to tangle itself into Onyx’s reigns and she hushed her horse, in an attempt at salvaging the peace that had so suddenly been shattered.

Onyx’s black face was contoured with red light like a mountain crested by the rising, crimson sun. The white’s of her inky eyes flashed against her black form. 

The witch followed the horse’s line of sight until she saw the stars on the horizon were blotted out by a shadow… All but two binary stars. 

Pricks of crimson floating in a hole in the sky. 

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