#geishin angst

[uwoninternet]

Can't a ghost have some peace?

...and mora wouldn't be bad either...

Soooooo...guys, granny was occupied with her exams this week and my freak out time also took some time off of my schedule, this mean: to the people who is somewhat interested in the lyneyxreader "I'm not nuts, okay?!", most of the second chapter is in the work, but its still not complete. That work will probably only be 3 chapters long.

Anyway, no one cares about this old granny that doesn't know how to work the internet quites right yet, lets just focus in my new brainrot!

Guys, do you remember Hu tao's quest?? The ghost boy and Hu tao's insistence in helping the passing, *cof**cof* such as chasing Qiqi *cof**cof*

So, you, my sweet summer child, reader, is a ghost!

The afterlife isn't that exciting, you dare say, you die and you keep having the same apparence, same place, same everything, EVEN same job! C'mon! You thought death was supposed to be about resting!

But nooooo!

You literally die from working way too much in the family hotel, get a silent funeral where your crazy uncle buries your old shell in the garden just for your soul to be unnerved enough by It to make you return. Seriously, you just wanted something a little more beautiful than just freaking dirt to lay for eternity, but still, he justifies that your body was meant to bring the earth back to it's glorious days with blooming flowers.

Anyway, with no more employees other than your deceased self and your employer, uncle Yan, running the place was simply a mess, alone in the path between Liyue to Sumeru with just travelers to keep human company for you two. You always thought this Bull crap of only employing family was dumb, the only thing keeping...that kept you, when alive, was the heck of a guilt trip your parents forced down your throat, hypocrites! Both of them, leaving you here while going on to explore Teyvat. "Adventurous hearts", They said, couldn't keep them locked down, but your poor uncle! How would he keep your great great great parents bussiness running If he was alone?!

Your uncle was fine, the second you reappeared in a ghostly form trying to get him scared enough to change your burial ground he simply sipped his tea, said you should change and eat your supper before before It gets cold, after that, to hurry to bed because, as he put It, "the early worm gets be safe from the bird". And there! Back to work.

It took you some time, but slowly you learnt how to keep your shape stable and still be able to interact with solid objects, even If everything was the same, being a completelly new being without a solid form to keep your soul grounded and in its shape was hard! Many doesn't know, but the soul is like a mollusc seeking for a home, its composition being maleable in such a way It shapes itself to the body that houses it, but, after losing its recipient, time also eats away the form It was holding previuosly and learning how to still be...you took you some valuable time.

Anyhow, everything happened, let bygone be bygones, hada hada hada, you wake to the rising sun, work and...stare in space or wander around the place as the sun set, till the Sun wakes to greet you once again. Though the 'not needing sleep' thing let you pick up and try multiple hobbies, flowers were finally blooming in the garden with the help of your ghostly hands and the books about gardening your uncle buys from some merchands that pass by, you perfected your abilities with bakering and started to try new recipes the casual guest speaks about here and there, you are trying to learn your uncle's way with tales but still, It seems theater is not in your genes. That dramatic man probably took ALL of It from the whole family in the gene pool.

So see, you are a pretty laid back and chill ghost, is almost as If you never died in the first place, so can that freaking child leave you alone?! Brunette, teenager, obsessed with passing, keep giving the guests creepy advices and trying to tie you up to force you to go be burried. You feel like you became way to good with the impression of a kind of solid body.

"Don't be to hasle, director, If they get too upset we will have another burnt day." - uncle's playful voice reaches your ears.

Multiple groans follows after, together with Yan's resounding laughter. Before...

"What's a burnt day?" - a child like voice echos in your ears, you bet this little pal didn't wish to sound like they are screeching, still...

"It's when the director pisses the lad so much, They burn each and every meal They make! Please! I will only stay for a week, i can't keep eating just burnt food, miss!" - pleads one of your guests.

"They need to find rest! Thats the cycle of li-", the annoying teen is cut off by a higher screech of the kid.

"THEY BURN ALL OF THEM?! THAT'S SUCH A WASTE!!"

Taking that as enough of a warning about the incoming usual ping pong discussion of 'let me bury you' and ' no's' you share with the brunette, you sneak away to the garden....what?

You hide away, walking to the farthest that is still inside the premises of the hotel so you won't listen to the girl's resoning once again in repeat, a place distant enough so your form will flicker and leave you looking like a shadow, but not enough to force It back to your resting body. It always gives you whiplash.

You sit by a tree, gazing the distance, head empty or so you wish to be, the pounding in It is so unfair, you don't even have a real head! And yet, your confusing feelings are quite too much for a soul to remember how to induce a headache.

Your irritation with the endless motivational talks about resting peacefully in death, with not being able to get there, with your uncle's calmness with this infernal situation, with your parents who left you and don't even know their guilt trip lead you to your demise, with your stupid broken self preservation and, on the other hand, after all the rage passes, you can only feel numb and frustrated. You sigh, trying to let all out in an exale of air, leave all the feelings in the place that haunts your spirit. Kinda of ironic If you do say so.

You look towards your burial ground, at least is as beautiful as you once...is that....is that blond girl...no, no, everyone gets warned about not...SHE FREAKING IS! SHE'S FREAKING TAKING YOUR FLOWERS! YOUR GODDAMNED BODY FLOWERS!

"HEY! HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" - You almost fall with how fast you jump up and run towards her, How dare she?! Your soul can't rest and now even your rotting shell has to be disturbed?! Nuh huh!

"You...you can interact with me? Is...this a cutscene?" - she whisper to herself.

You don't even get to have a sad, poetic moment for 5 minutes and now what? Is SHE confused about being a ghost?

"OF COURSE I CAN! LEAVE MY FLOWERS ALONE!"

"But...but i need to Farm...."

"...What?"

"I-i mean-", she coughs lightly as if she was simply trying to win some time to remember what she was saying, "-how...Hello, my name is Lumine.", she puts her hands in her waist, posing as a hero.

"....and?"

She looks at you like you were the weird one, "alright,see you later", she smiles and turn to continue picking the flowers, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR STUNNED FACE! How can someone be so shamelles?!

"See you now, miss!", you step on her scarf, her beautiful, glowing scarf! If she wasn't picking your body eating flowers you would be on your knees pleading for forgiveness for dirting such gorgeous thing. She gags as her troath is struck by the scarf. "Don't pick on my body!"

She turns, annoyed, "Look who is talking?!"

"don't come with that on me! I'm not the one that's literally taking someone else's death tribute!"

"Who's death are you talking?!"

"Me! You are stepping in my FREAKING body! Taking my flowers! That i myself had to give for me!"

"wait, what?"

"i get It, no one fucking cares about my end other then what i should do now that i passed! But guess what?! I'm tired of working and working and working just to waste away, for what?! just want to rest in a beautiful place, ok?! Don't i deserve to pretend that someone cares for me at least?!", you huff, even without a troath you feel a horrible pain in your vocal chords, "i just.... can't i have some semblance of...being important?"

She looked, truly looked at you, not as just some nobody trying to catch her attention. Blank face, still her eyes held an understanding you haven't seen in a long while, she gently placed the flowers in her hands back. "You are the ghost."

"...If you try and spill that Bull crap about peace and leaving this earth, then pack it, i don't wanna hear It."

"you can't leave", she says as If realising a big secret.

You look at her, sighing before sitting beside It.

She is hesitant before sitting by you, looking at the flowers. "... that's How you died?"

"Working to the bone? Yeah, and look where It got me...."

"fighting a girl about flowers?" - she jests, almost silent.

You huff a laughter, "yeah, i guess."

You two share the silent for some time and thats How your friendship with Lumine starts. Maybe, afterlife can be exciting after all.

Thats It!

Guys, i simply LOVE the twins, i'm simply in love with them both! Lumine is such a princess and Aether is such a cutie!

Anyway, granny is a little bland i think, hehehe.

Geishin fanfic lovers, If you reach this point, know my little secret...

Granny loves y'all!!!

Drink water and don't forget to eat, lets forever share the brainrots together ;)

[findherinwonderland]

GUYS PLS HELP. I keep seeing edits of kaveh and alhaitham on tt and it's killing me. At first they are cute and fun then we get into angst, so here's my question. Are they canon or close to it? Bc I can't anymore

(Also side point, but I'm not a geishin impact player, they just showed up on my fyp, its similar to how sometimes people get tgcf or random jjk edits and kinda gets obsessed with them)