#fontaine big 3

[justshana17]

my honest reaction:

[aromanticasterisms]

ah. so elynas and durin really are siblings huh

[aeolianblues]

Oh god, Carlos O'Connell really nailed it, didn't he. He knew exactly what he was doing when he wrote Big Shot. That instrumentation. The lyrics, even as seemingly abstract and distant they are. I get it. What he's written, I couldn't always pinpoint a lyric and tell you, this is what it is, but I know what he's written the song about. It's almost too fragile to put it into words. It might even break it to try. It would be too ugly to. But you get what he's saying. And when Grian puts his low, slow, strong and here very wistful, almost nihilist and faraway vocals onto it, he's really conveying what Carlos meant to say and it's so beautiful I might be sick to my stomach. I listen to that song sitting at home, and I feel homesick. Because it's about the other home. The unattainable one. The one only in memory, the one you left behind, forever. It's the fact that it will never exist for you. You will always be on the move. Home is everywhere and nowhere. It is a pin rusting through a mental map. It's an image in my head and it's been stuck there for ten years, rusting. I— my god. This song.

[okkalo]

neuvillette is making me feel things i’ve never felt before

[the-travelling-witch]

Not Natlan Spoilers! But I will say from what I’ve seen it’s honestly such an amazing and refreshing world/story?

Fontaine had a good storyline and was pretty but Natlan really blows it out the park

#someonewhosneverplayedgenshinjustwatches #myphonestoragecouldnever:’)

jshsh the ever-present storage problem, i’m playing on desktop though, i could never play on my phone i think

i still haven’t done the bedtime story dain quest yet, so it’ll probably be a while before i even start natlan

though, personally, i quite enjoyed fontaine and furina’s story hit me so hard, it’s one of my favourite things in all of genshin, so there’s that

for now i rushed through natlan to the first big city to get the new craftable sword for albedo, picked up my first evolution of a dragon, named it fulenn bc i came unprepared that i had to name sth and logged off :]

[narzissenkreuz-ordo]

i hope i get some gaming cons on furinas banner tomorrow and finally get him c6............. he was kinda unusable since i only had him c4 + no off field hydro and im so happy to FINALLY have furina............ she was the one fontaine character i knew i wanted even before we got official news for fontaine.......... but then i got lyney/neuvi/wrio and didnt have enough for her.... so im excited to play different teams with her now 0:

[momijiba]

i have been wanting to make some fontaine promo's 👉👈 so for anybody interested please like this post and i'll make you a promo. ( for multi's please let me know which fontaine character you want ) this is going to be uncapped styles examples. under read more.

[masqueradeoftheguilty]

ill be honest ive completely blocked twitter (and reddit) on my desktop bcs a) twitter fucking sucks now and b) the likelihood of seeing genshin leaks have significantly decreased so thats nice and fun

but on the other hand its a little :( bcs i cant interact with the wider fandom at all outside of a small tumblr bubble bcs  no one tags anything over there and the filters are awful

[justshana17]

Fontaine Siblings

[thundertide]

Just a small heads up - Now that Natlan is out, I will not be writing anything in a Natlan setting until the Archon Quest's story is complete! This is a personal choice; I'd prefer to have the full story and time to explore the nation at a slower pace before I dive into anything related to it on my own. This doesn't mean I won't write with Natlan muses - I just won't write in a Natlan setting, is all~!

Happy Natlan Exploring, everyone~!

~Pom

[peachi-blossom]

Non-Hazbin Hotel characters that are better than Charlie Morningstar

I absolutely LOATHE her after episode 4 because she is a useless, immature, bratty crybaby.

EDIT: 7/4/2024

I got more that I forgot to put in my list.

EDIT: 7/5/2024

I change the images of Iroha and Ui because I wasn't satisfied with the first ones so I wanted to show you their names in Japanese. I also written out what the sisters wished for.

[express-archives]

oh nooo my hand slipped...... augh...... nooooo...... *fatui oc upon ye!!!!*

[zorosdimples]

@fushigurro

Neuvillette in a corset.....yes? yes!!

[suguru-getos]

࿐ husband neuvillette headcanons (f!reader) ࿐

neuvillette, the most respected man in the nation of hydro, more than their archon focalors. he commands respect wherever he goes, his aura still polite, ever so approachable. however, the power of his position cowers people. they are often rendered scared to approach him, some of them literally profusely sweating around his nimble aura.

you, were his wife now, his significant other. someone he cherished more than life itself & someone who made you feel safe, heard, protected. it was said that he was the most sought out bachelor in fontaine before he left his heart for you one day. “break it or keep it. it isn’t mine anymore.” is what he said, when he proposed you. oh the words ring into your ear like the finest melodies till date.

the steambird/ the media was eager to cover everything about the wedding; but to their surprise— neuvillette took you outside fontaine. the city of freedom — monstadt is where you two tied the knot in the presence of a certain, melodious and a high alcohol simp bard.

truth be told, once you were married. there were people who forced false allegations on you. how you manipulated the chief justice into falling in love with you. how you are fake and you act in accordance to his liking to be loved by him. some people even tried to forge false cases against you. all of which— deeply entertained furina. thankfully, neuvillette was never someone to pay attention to any of these things. at one time, he himself fought for you in a false trial. you couldn’t be more thankful.

rains— the legend of hydro dragon weeping causing the rains was famous throughout the country of fontaine. one day, when neuvillette came home a little early, looking distressed, you noticed a harsh, unforgiving thunderstorm drenching the country. you walked towards the terrace, looking up and gently, soothingly whispering. “oh- hydro dragon. please don’t cry.” the rain… lessened. it was as if the intensity had been lessened.

it wasn’t more time until neuvillette confessed to you about him being a hydro dragon. ever since then, whenever there had been rains in fontaine, you make sure to find your beloved husband and hug him tightly, kiss his forehead and tell him everything will be alright. it breaks you apart seeing him like this after all.

sometimes when he comes back home, he always brings your favorite flowers, maybe your favorite desserts, along with a beaming smile only you have seen. people who are aquainted to you often ask if neuvillette being the chief justice and being the most powerful man in fontaine makes your married life difficult. truth is.. it could never. they just haven’t had any access to the good that your beloved dragon holds.

things do get riff-raffy when furina acts a little too childish around him. he pays no attention to her self-centered, self-absorbed behavior but it pinches you how she bothers him for every little thing. once, there was a celebratory banquet held for the same and your displeased face told neuvillette in that very instant — how you’d like the archon to ‘behave’ around your husband. he has been extra careful ever since. <3

your husband might look stern, but he is a soft man. you have witnessed this first hand with how respectfully and tenderly he treats you. on the bad days of your period, the chief justice is nothing but a doting husband for his wifey. you can always be snuggled up to him and cry, or just spend time.

he is a HUGE cuddle bug. would love to destress off work by wrapping his big arms around you and peppering your face with tender kisses. he smells amazing too! always making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ JUST YOURS — LYNEY.

contents. archon quest spoilers, reader finds out lyney is from the house of the hearth—and all the drama + betrayal that comes from that </3 so big rip </3 but it has a hopeful ending tho !!

lyney has knocked on your door three times today—you haven’t opened up once. you can’t.

“please,” you can hear his muffled voice, “i just want to talk. will you let me explain?”

magicians must always make their audience believe in the impossible, he’s always told you with that sweet, alluring little smile on his face that makes you hang onto every word of his. he’s right, you think—magicians are simply those who have mastered the art of deception, and lyney is no exception. he’s deceiving you even now, with that broken voice as if he’s the one who’s hurt.

word spreads fast in fontaine—lyney, your sweet, romantic, devoted lyney, is of the house of the hearth. his trial mortifies you at first—but deep down, you know in your heart that lyney is no murderer. and then, in an instant, you’re not so sure anymore when somehow, within less than a day, lady furina is able to uncover more about your boyfriend than you have in months.

lyney is of the house of the hearth. he’s of the fatui.

“i’m sorry,” you hear a thud of his forehead resting against the door, “you’re mad, i know—but let me explain the—”

for the first time all day, you open the door. you’re not sure why—somehow, you need him to know you’re not just mad. you’ve been mad at lyney before, being mad is easy. being mad means he’ll pull a rose from behind your ear and make you smile against your will. being mad means you’ll realize you can’t stay mad at him for long, not when he looks at you like that. being mad is temporary—but this? this feels permanent.

you’re not mad at lyney. you simply can’t trust him anymore, and he needs to know that, needs to understand that he should stay away and never find you again.

you’re glaring at him, staring at the face that has always done nothing but make you smile. you wonder, for a small, doubtful moment, if every smile lyney has ever pulled from you has been built off of pure lies and half truths and withheld information.

you’ve given him every bit of yourself, told him everything there is to tell and then some, let him discover things himself that no one has yet to learn. and lyney, as you learn, is someone you can’t even begin to know, not really—maybe not ever.

“you’re with the fatui,” your voice is cold, but you know he can hear the waver—you hate him for that. for being able to pick you apart when you don’t know the first thing about him, “you’ve lied to me all this time—”

“i didn’t lie,” he says quickly, “i just…didn’t tell you everything—”

“that’s not any better,” you cut him off, finality in your voice that makes his eyes widen a fraction, “i have no business with someone of the—”

“wait,” his foot stops the door before it can close, stepping in despite your protests as he inches closer and closer. you take a step back every time—the hurt on his face is palpable. “can…can i explain? please?”

“explain what?” you furrow your eyebrows, “explain that you’re with the fatui? how is there any explaining that? how can you look me in the eye and tell me you’re not bad—”

“i’m not,” he insists, “i’m not bad.”

lyney has never looked at you like that—like you’ve hurt him right where he’s most vulnerable, right where he’s weak and fragile and can’t bear to be hurt. you hate that you want to apologize for a moment, that you want to cradle his face and kiss the tremble off of his lips.

“then what are you?” you challenge, crossing your arms.

“i’m trying to save people,” he croaks, “our organization has a lot of people—a lot of goals. father and i want to—”

“your father has hurt people,” you cut him off.

“father saved me,” he says firmly, “and lynette. she gave us a home. and she wants to save the people of this nation—”

“she’s taken advantage of your weakness and—”

“she did what no one else would for me and my family.”

“then go,” you spit, “go to her and do her bidding. but i can’t turn a blind eye to the fact that you’re with the fatui.”

“even as a member of the house, my decisions are my own,” his hand grabs yours—you can’t find it in yourself to pull it away. it’s familiar, warm—it’s lyney. your lyney. “i’m doing what i believe is right. to break the prophecy.”

“i don’t know what you’re trying to do,” you admit, tired, defeated, “or who you are, frankly. but i’m tired of lies, lyney.”

“then i’ll tell you the truth,” his voice trembles, “anything you ask.”

“i’m not sure that’ll help,” you say quietly.

and then his arms are wrapped tightly around you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck as he pulls you close. you want to push him away. you want to melt into his arms. you want to tell him to leave. you want to ask him to always stay.

lyney is of the house of the hearth, the fatui. but he’s also your lyney—the one who brings you flowers and tucks them behind your ear, the one who does tricks for children and makes them smile, the one who gives his heart and soul for his family to keep them safe.

you don’t know if the two can coexist as one, but you know despite it all, you still love lyney, and you don’t know if you can stop. the thought is haunting.

“i’ve always done what i believe is right,” he promises, “i’ve never hurt someone innocent. you have to know that much.”

“lyney—”

“i love you,” his voice breaks, “i’ve always loved you as just lyney. i promise.”

“i’m scared of who you are when you’re not just lyney,” you whisper—and you suppose you’re also weak, because your hand slips into his hair, stroking through the strands so that if it’s the last time, maybe you can commit the feeling of him to memory.

you can feel his tears fall onto your skin, and you can feel his fingers grip your shirt as he clings onto you, onto the last bit of hope that you’re his—that he’s yours. your lyney, the one you’ve always known and loved.

“i’m always just lyney,” he promises, “no matter who i’m with.”

“i just…need time,” you sniffle, “to think.”

“okay,” he says quietly. you can feel his lip quiver against your skin as he presses a kiss to your neck, “i’ll wait. however long you need, i’ll wait. i love you.”

“i know, lyney,” you sigh, caving and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head. you savor the feeling—just in case you’ll never feel it again.

maybe you can—maybe he’s telling the truth. maybe lyney has always been yours, the one you think you know. you don’t know, but you hope you’ll find out.

i would forgive him i can’t lie to you no amount of fatui crimes could outweigh how badly i need to kiss this little shrimp of mine