#eremites

[rockingbytheseaside]

I know I just sent in that eremite hcs thing but idk if your requests are open and I'm shy💔

I really love your writing and I was hoping you can do Dottore x eremite reader, GN is pref but I would like descriptions of them being big and muscular (because they are, they're better than most playable models i fear) if ever

maybe eremite reader being the representative that will form an alliance with the fatui?

or..Dottore disguised as a regular person (we all know he can ehapeshift, or atleast his segments) and gets bumped into yadda yadda to see if Sumeru has changed since his last visit, only to be greeted with absolute kindness from eremite reader? :3

(I’ve seen your previous messages anon, and mmmm do I love your interpretation of modern Dottore’s design and small influences of eremite culture in it. I know this is not what you exactly wrote, but I needed to let this out of my system. For all those requesting more Dottie stuff, this is for you)

✦ An Oasis in the Desert of Heretics 

(Zandik/Dottore x Eremite Reader: sfw) 

✧ Imagine the astonishment of your tribe when you return one day with a scrawny kid dragged by the collar in your hands. He looked disheveled, and a single glance at his Akademiya Jellabiya was clearly indicative that he was some wandering fool from Sumeru City. Your peers were confused, who was this blue-haired kid and how did you even find him amidst the desolate dunes of Deshret’s lands? 

The youth was disgruntled when you dragged him here, however, the elders of your tribe warned him to be thankful. Had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have made it in the desert alive. 

✧ It took a couple of days for this young man to recover. After he was nourished and offered plenty of water and rest, he was the one who slowly moved out of his shell. In the scorching sun of the day, he sat silently in the shade of the tents, observing you training with your Eremite peers. When you sparred and moved on with your duties, it looked as if Deshret’s gaze itself blessed your sun-kissed skin. And in these moments, the youth realized how far from home he was; even if he never considered Sumeru City his home.

You offered him company, but he often remained apprehensive between the Eremites. You weren't surprised, you thought he'd be another student who looked down upon your folk. But this boy showed none of such inhibitions - what you saw was genuine pain and fear in his ruby eyes. 

✧ After much coaxing and several Ajilenakh Nut candies, this young man began sitting down with you more frequently. Whenever dinner was served, you offered him a seat amongst your people. When he silently stood in the cool shadows of the desert night, you were the first who'd welcome him by the fire. It was in these moments that you learned his name, Zandik. And it was by the stillness of the night he confessed about his exile from the Akademiya, of his heresies.

You listened patiently to every word. Though you did not promise him paradise amongst your tribe, the young boy never forgot your words: “In the desert, we're all exiles. Is there a difference where you come from when we're all abandoned by our Gods?” 

✧ From here on out, Zandik could be found lingering in your secluded tribe. Perhaps it was an unofficial welcome, but you often showed him the ropes of your community. His once tousled uniform was forgotten, and instead, people provided him with more suitable clothes to protect him from the harsh desert sun. His silent brooding slowly shifted into timid approaches. At least he didn't ogle you whenever you trained in the mornings, he now asked you to train him. And though he was awkward at first, he didn't have the heart to confess his eyes were drinking praise of your muscles whenever you taught him.

Your peers joked and called him the foreigner of the tribe. Zandik never rebutted; he said it was better than being called a heretic. He just relished sitting next to you on the carpeted floor, listening to your chatter and chuckles as everyone ate Tahchin for dinner. 

✧ Zandik wasn't gullible though, he knew he shouldn't take your hospitality for granted. Eremites were cautious of outsiders, and no matter how he may look, he is one. The eremites saw hardships more than his young, inexperienced self did, thus his ignorance was transforming. Even without the Akademiya, he learned you valued any knowledge and books your people collected. The folk of the tribe were not uneducated. If anything, the people here welcomed topics that were often shunned in the halls of the institute. 

Whatever books and notes Zandik had on him when you found him in the desert, he felt more compelled to share them with you. In the silent hours of the night, you and he would share a tent hurried in some books he brought. He listened to you in awe when you said your tribe was never prohibited from exploring the Valley of Darhi and the giant Ruin Guard slumbering there. 

✧ But even your tribe harbored a tumor no one could eradicate – Eleazar. Many elders suffered from it, and more symptoms were showing in some of your peers. Zandik watched with a solemn gaze as you toiled and helped with whatever resources your tribe had. It was a grave topic in your tribe, to take care of those suffering, or honor those who passed from it. However since the young man had academic knowledge in biology and medicine, he wished to provide medical help. 

When his hand reached for vials of medicine, your own jolted to grasp his in a warning. You stopped his interference, telling him not to meddle. Zandik only gazed at you, a silent plea: “...You don't trust me yet?” Alas, you remained silent.

✧ Zandik’s restlessness was evident. With unbridled determination, he desired you to teach him to be competent in the desert. If he wants to be of use for the Eremites and his own research, his academic knowledge would not suffice under Deshret's red sand. Zandik instead followed you, like an eager child ready to mimic and learn, he desired to accompany you beyond the safe grounds of the tribe and venture forth on expeditions. 

You taught him to wield a spear first. It didn't take long for him to lose his footing and get a face full of sand… But after much trial and error, you mentored him with a claymore. Your hand was often on top of his when you guided him to hold onto the hilt, his skin getting warmer than usual. 

“Okay, maybe the heavy weight of the weapon will make sure you stay on both your feet for now.” 

✧ You were surprised at how much of a chatterbox he became wherever the two of you ventured on expeditions. He'd blabber endlessly about the numerous academic matters regarding the ruins you two found; of the leylines and its history. He never spoke for so long whenever the two of you were in the tribe. Yet as the sun cast its golden hues upon you two, Zandik realized he never found the desert sun cumbersome while trekking alongside you. When he smiles a boyish grin, his shoulders brushing against yours, the sunset becomes a queue to find shelter and set up camp for the night. 

In a secluded nook hidden from the endless expanse of sandy dunes, the dim glow of a single lantern illuminated the small makeshift tent. Within its confines, Zandik found himself nestled close beside you. It was his idea to push the sleeping pads together - to save space, as he had suggested with feigned practicality. Yet now, with his head resting on your arm and his short, unruly curls brushing against your shoulder, the throes of cold desert nights faded into irrelevance. All that remained was the tender warmth of your embrace, a solace he quietly cherished, cradled in the stillness of your presence.

✧ Perhaps this is why, after many centuries, a certain Harbinger was adamant about finding a cure for Eleazar. Having been recruited by the Jester, the Doctor rarely visited the lonesome desert of Sumeru. Yet it didn’t stop him from gazing off with wistful melancholy at the land. Perhaps the ever-shifting sands had since swept the evidence of yours and his footsteps, but his fond memories of trekking with you alone never faded. 

All his relentless research, the unyielding pursuit of knowledge and cures – were all to honor your people and the memory of your smile that lingered in his dreams, cradling a young Zandik in the warmth of your embrace.

(My headcanon stays, Pierro just magically teleports and appears to those he wanted to recruit. No questions asked, he just adopts them)

[anime-grimmy-art]

Wanted to post sth so I made chibi version of the designs I worked on today.

Still not over the thought of both Alhaitham and Kaveh being reincarnations of deshret, also Eremties bcs those designs are always really damn cool.

[su-rodriguez]

A few months ago my friends and I in a roleplay, we couldn't stop imagining Wriothesley as Eremite. Oh dear sir.

[honestsister]

The amount of backlash I've seen from Chinese players is honestly so inspiring, I'm so used to people saying "oh there's light skinned Latinos too!" Which yeah I know I'm one of them???? The fucking problem is that people only ever depict Latinos as light skinned and sympathetic or dark skinned and evil WHICH IS WHAT HOYOVERSE IS DOING! AGAIN! AFTER PEOPLE ALREADY WERE QUITTING AFTER SUMERU!!!

[woundedoves]

Eremites (Clearwater, Sunfrost & Daythunder) x Bottom GN!Reader (NSFW)

a/n: i wanna fuck all the eremites i swear to god they r hotter than the playable characters … i might continue this w the other eremites too<3

CW: free use of degrading petnames(slut,whore), hydro strap, electro & cryo infusion, rough sex

Eremite Desert Clearwater

oh i just know she has like really stretchy positions in mind for you two, whether you’re as flexible as her or not is another story, she just wants to wear you out so she can use you however she wants<3 giggles when you whine about how harsh her fingers are pounding that tight hole of yours, her pretty nails digging into that sweet spot …

eats you out, definitely. her fave thing to do. whether you have a cunt or not, she’s tasting that hole of yours like its her last meal on teyvat. fuck the noises you make just make her shiver, the way you grind your hips on her face while she keeps those thighs of yours in place with surprising strength, moaning oh so sweetly into your hole as your breath quivers from the sensation.

makes a strap with her hydro powers, makes it extra cold if she can help it just to have you try to push her away and she just easily overpowers you. she loves fucking out in the open, especially at night. turns her on so fucking much when the lewd noises of her wet strap pounding into you while her hips meet your ass with a slap, you cover your mouth trying not to wake the other eremites while she giggles breathlessly and grips your chin with her hand, the rings digging into your skin,

“be quiet, love. you don’t want them to wake up and see how much of a whore you are that you couldn’t wait until we were alone to get your hole ruined, do you?”

Eremite Sunfrost

infuses his fingers and dick when they go inside you, loves to fuck your face the most. just leaning on a tree in the hot summer morning as you suck on his cock like a desperate fuckin’ animal in heat gets him going. he barely makes noises but you hear him moan so fucking cute when you suck on his tip.

loves your mouth, anything oral. his dick gets hard when he watches you drink or eat something, especially ice cream.

loves to service your sex with his tongue while you’re busy with something. anything. just sucks you dry, eats you out until your cunt is sore. fuckin asshole just loves ruining you.

loves spitting on your hole before he fucks it raw. doesn’t even prep you that much, wants to hear you cry and beg for him to slow down as he pounds your hole, feeling it tighten with a low groan as he presses his chest against your back, feels the sand dig in but doesnt give a shit when your hole is swallowing his fat cock so obediently. and the noises you make? fuckkk he loves the way your body shakes as he fucks you while you cry about how much it hurts, loves feeling your tears when he gets way rougher than he is normally.

“fuck yes, look at you. ruined little thing, ruined for anyone but me.”

Eremite Daythunder

this hot hunk of meat fuck, he loves manhandling you. just using one arm while he fucks you out in the open in the rainforest? the way you whimper in fear everytime you hear the tiniest thing in fear of being caught is soo fuckin cute. calls you his “cute little fucktoy, you take it so fucking good for your boyfriend. hm?”

favourite position is mating press. loves how your hole just swallows his cock to the fuckin’ base, loves watching the way you cry out when he cums inside you, filling you the the brim as his rough thrusts dont stop. loves how he can just pump his fucking cum into you again and again as he feels his cock dig into your insides, the way your hole tightens around him as he rides out his climax makes his eyes roll back (not that you’d see) and groan your name<3

stamina is through the roof, fucked you until you can’t even walk? well get ready for round 10, babe. loves to use small cracks of electro as he works your sex with his fingers, moaning with you when you cum from his fingers. just- god loves moaning your name so much. loves standing up positions too, fucks you against a tree while his hands on your hips keep you steady so he can thrust up into your hole like he’s using a fuckin’ fleshlight. loves kissing your neck and giving you so many hickeys, especially around your sex. gotta mark whats his.

“look at you, such a whore all for me?”

[lavendergalactic]

vry important if you are a genshin fan:

seen a lot of eremite kaveh fanart and i'm SICK OF IT!! here's a really good tweet from someone i follow that i think should be shared on tumblr too:

alt text: stop drawing genshin fanarts of the characters as sumeru eremites PLEASE. the eremites wear ORIENTALIST outfits in the game and every fanart is making it WORSE when sexualising the already orientalist outfit

alt text: look up what actual people who live in the Sahara wear if you want to give an outfit to the character that fits a desert, especially when it's about GENSHIN's desert since it's based on the Sahara and eremites are based on Imazighen... // no real as hell because why are people making eremite kaveh rn especially just to sexualize him and Why Is He Wearing That // RIGHT (skull emoji) these people are gonna be shocked when they'll discover you need to cover up a ton lot in the desert

please reblog so more people know about this, it makes me so mad seeing people praise artists and modders for being flat out orientalist

[clownishstarfish]

If y’all find any fanfics about them please let me know I’m down horrendous

[sahaquiel43]

lmao this is the best part of Arlecchino's trailer...

that random Eremite Galehunter saw a freaking Harbinger, and just went "lmao, square up!"

[saccharinerose]

Lumine taking a pic with Jeht and their new Tanit friends who are definitely alive and not evil!! (I'm pretending half of the 3.4 quests didn't happen)

[descendinight]

Eremite - from drafts

[jrcandle]

[potatoleartblog]

Thoughts about eremite daythunder

[simp-per-ethan]

When you ask your friend to make a cute photo with your family but she makes a photo of you looking at Jebrael's ass instead

Went to my friend's world and everybody's there is still safe and sound 🥺

[angelicapocalypse]

Hot Eremite: “W'ell Meet Again!”

Me: *Blushes* “Oh, You Want To See Me Again? Aren't I Supposed To Be Your Enemy Though?”

Hot Eremite: “I Didn't Mean It That Way!”

Me: “What Other Way Could There Possibly Be Though?”

• *The Hot Eremite I'm Talking About 🙈💗💕* •

[sakurabraches]

dehya is truly a modern girlboss. she kicks ass as a career and looks good when doing it and is on the grind but has a perfect work life balance. every woman in sumeru is lining up to be her bitch and everyone wants her but she rejects high-profile positions at the akademia to go shopping and make out with candace and dunyarzad. truly one of the women of all time

[fuumoksun]

Oh you like spice? Me too !

A/n : this chapter is for mature audience only. Mention of alcohol, drugs, spicy stuff. 18+

Read the fanfic on Ao3 and Wattpad!

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Zayn, the Crimson lion.

It was hard to not look at him.

The impressive stature, the scars that mapped his tan skin, the long, dark hair streaked with crimson strands. His abs and chest barely covered with leather belts, decorated with silver and pearls.

He was a figure shaped by the desert's harshness, every inch of him telling a story of survival.

"You're staring," he smiled, pulling up his blindfold, just enough to reveal his sharp amber eyes.

"Just counting the scars," you scoffed, avoiding his insistant gaze. "How many now? Thirty?"

"Thirty-four," he corrected, with a wide smile. "Want to see the ones under my -"

"Pass." You rolled your eyes, though the faint twitch of a smile betrayed you.

"Ah, yeah. I figured. Well, I'm happy to see you too Sunyati~ What are you up to? Still hiding in the darkest corner of Sumeru, I see," He said casualy, gesturing the bartender for a drink.

"Still stalking me, I see." You shot back, though your lips betrayed you with the faintest twitch of a smile.

"Not stalking, scouting." He said cocky smirk on his face. "A good merchant always keeps tabs on their most valuable associates."

You rolled your eyes. Again. "Oh, is that what we are now? Associates?"

"Of course," he said with mock seriousness, placing a hand over his heart. "My trusted confidant, keeper of secrets, finder of forbidden things… If it weren't for you, I'd have to, gods forbid, get my hands dirty."

You snorted. "As if they were clean to start with,"

"Ah, Sunyati~" he sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "You know that I'm a man of honest trade. And speaking of trade…" He leaned forward, lifting his blindfold, his amber eyes glinting with interest. "What brings you here tonight? Another job? Or just drowning your sorrows?"

"Neither. I was just thirsty," you replied, taking a deliberate sip from your cup.

"Hmm, thristy?" Zayn mused, tapping a finger on the table. "If you're here to drink, you're doing it wrong. You need company for that."

"Let me guess," you said setting your drink down. "You're offering yours."

"Only because I'm feeling generous," he said, grinning.

Your gaze softened despite yourself, "Sure"

Zayn had always been trouble, but there was something comforting about his presence. And while you wouldn't call him a friend, he was… familiar.

"Fine," you said, gesturing to the bar. "Just a few drinks-"

Zayn laughed, the sound warm and carefree. "First to pass out loses! Bring it on!"

The conversation flowed easily, like no time had passed since you last met.

Zayn's stories of the desert lightening the air between you. He had a way of making the world feel smaller, his charm and humor easing some of the tension knotted in your shoulders.

"WHAT?! You explored Deshret ruins AND fought a giant robot? Without me?! Why didn't you call me?!" He slapped the table with his large hands making the glasses dance.

You laughed. It felt good like weight was falling off from your shoulders.

"Habibati~ Seems like you reached your limit. I win~" Zayn whispered, a teasing lilt to his voice.

"Nuh- uh I'm… Not done yet…" You rested your head on his barely covered chest.

His proximity was intoxicating, the air around you now charged with a familiar tension.

You could feel the heat of his body, his fingers entwining with yours in a way that felt… natural. Like it had always been this way.

There was no need to pull away.

No need for words to fill the space between you. Just silent touch.

His golden eyes searched yours, his other hand finding its way to your tigh massaging it gently.

You let out a low sigh at the touch. "Ah…"

"Feels good?" He chuckled in your ear.

"Yeah… Harder please-"

"Hmm… It's too early to ask me that habibati~" He kissed your temple, his hands working wonders on your legs.

Maybe that what you needed.

Maybe you needeed him?

He always made you feel good afterall… Why not?

"Zayn…" You whispered.

"You look so tired Habibti… Lemme take care of you." He kissed your forehead gently slipping a hand under your skirt. "Remember our little trip to Sobek oasis?"

You pressed your legs together at the memory, making him stop his motions.

"You do huh?"

Memories from Zayn's hands, lips and tongue all over your body flashed in your mind.

"Fuck-" you bite your lips as his fingers reached a sensitive spot.

'Yeah… Maybe that's what I need.'

Your hand traveled from his abs to the back of his neck.

His lips brushed against yours.

His thumb rubbing your inner tigh. Teasing, testing your self control.

He kissed you, deep and slow.

Your pulse quickened, and it wasn't from the drinks.

'How is he so good at this?'

You leaned into the moment, letting yourself bask in the fleeting distraction he provided.

This wasn't right.

This won't help…

Like the drugs didn't help…

Like running away didn't help…

It felt wrong to use him.

Your thoughts betrayed you, conjuring the image of Al Haitham and your last conversation. The frown of worry when he looked at you. The little notes he left on your desk. The hot cup of coffee that would be delivered every morning. The blanket you found folded on your chair.

He had tried to help you, but you were to scared. Stubborn.

'Pathetic… He probably hates me now anyways…'

You grabbed the hand under your skirt, the warmth fading as doubt overshadowwed your desires.

"I can't…" you whispered under your breath, almost too low for him to hear.

Zayn tilted his head. "What is it?"

"Zayn," you said, as he pulled his hand away with a small pout. "Sorry… I need to go home"

His eyes searched yours. A moment passed, he burried his face in your neck with a long sigh. "Alright…" he kissed you gently. "Gimme a minute to calm down and I'll walk you - "

A loud thud interrupted him.

The taverns door slammed open.

The mood shifted in an instant, a cold tension creeping into the air. Zayn swiftly threw your hood over your head, as several men filed in, their gazes scanning the room, immediately locking onto him.

"There you are, thief," the man growled. "Hand over what you took."

Zayn didn't flinch. Instead, he leaned back lazily, lips quirking into a grin. "You'll have to be more specific I'm afraid~ What is it your looking for?"

"Zayn…" Your voice was a warning, but he ignored you.

"Gentlemen, let's handle this civily yeah?" he drawled.

"yoir kind only understand with violence it seems-"

You tucked his pants "What did you do?" you spat.

"Relax, habibti~ Just hide your pretty face for me yeah?" he said, standing with a lazy stretch. "This'll be over in no time."

The man didn't wait for any more negotiations. His blade arced toward Zayn, but Zayn parried with practiced ease, drawing his sword in one fluid motion. The tavern erupted into chaos as you ducked to avoid a chair flying past your head.

"Stay down habibti!" Zayn called over his shoulder, engaging another attacker.

"Don't fucking call me that!" you snapped, grabbing a bottle and smashing it into the nearest assailant's face.

You stumbled back as the fight tore through the room, trying to stay clear of the violence. Your head spun and then you saw it…

Something dark flickering at the edges of the chaos.

Shadows twisting unnaturally, taking shape. Moving between the combatants, lashing out as if alive. Your breath hitched as one stretched toward you, its claws reaching for your arm.

"Little Lamb~ I told you you couldn't run away."

You stopped breathing. You tried to scream but nothing came out.

[... To be continued]