#gn all ily

[coatl-cuddles]

" WIP DELETE LATER 🤪🤪🤪" ok who gaf?

[m1d-45]

will you promise that i'll see you again?

summary: your people refuse reason, and their damage refuses to heal. when it seems as if the whole world has left you, your dutiful knight still remains by your side.

word count: 2.3k

-> warnings: implied suicidal ideation (reader + unnamed side character), reader's previous deaths are mentioned in somewhat graphic detail

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @yuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk

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“you’re one of the only things keeping me going, you know.”

dainslef turned to you in surprise, the even neutrality to your tone a sharp contrast to the rapid pace of his heart. he wasn’t a fool, he knew that the hunt had to be taking a heavy toll on you, but this…

this was more than he expected.

he knew he was one of a pitiful few who saw through celestia’s false puppet, who knew you for you and not their mirage. he knew that the entire world was hellbent on erasing you from existence, that you’d been forced through your own death countless times as teyvat pulled you apart and pushed you back together far from the scene of your would-be murder. he saw the golden scars across your skin, the dried remains of blood lining the wounds you hadn’t been able to patch yet. he’d been the one to wash them away, not minding the refuse soaking into his gloves if it meant your hands could be clean.

he recognized the dull exhaustion in your eyes, the same as the ones he saw in the reflections of lakes. tired, worn, barely there, hanging on by one solitary string that was wound so tightly around a desperate hand.

you had always been his reason for continuing. when the traveller broke down and the ruler of the abyss hid from the sun, you were there. when the chasm’s mud clung to his boots and the memories in his head burned as nails forced between his eyes, you were there. his rosary was kept tight to his chest at all times, familiar prayers pulling him up in the morning and forcing him to sleep at night. he was alive for far, far too long, but you made it bearable. you were his duty, his promise.

he never once thought that he’d be yours. then again, he never thought that he’d have to defend you from the ones you once called friends. time never did pass how he expected it to.

“…leading light?”

you looked down, twirling blades of grass around your fingers. he had led you up to a mostly desolate area of sumeru, west of bayda harbor. it close enough to the sea, forest, and desert that you could reasonably make an escape through any of those routes if need be, while also providing a rather pleasant view. the sky was bleeding red and gold as the sun sank below the horizon, a remarkable sight that fell on blind eyes. there was no use trying to enjoy nature’s beauty when he still kept one hand on his sword and both ears pricked for the slightest sign of danger.

you shouldn’t have to worry about your safety. you shouldn’t have to prioritize based on how likely you are to get hurt, or how easily it would be to make an escape. you still flinched when the wind blew a little too quick, used to it heralding armored footsteps and battle cries. in another life, you were welcomed with open arms, able to enjoy yourself without constantly being on high alert. teyvat did what it could to adapt; the air was still, frozen in time, barely a bird chirping for miles. it was meant to be comforting, he thinks, but dead silence was more unnerving than any breeze.

“i mean it.” he could hear every shift in his cloak around your shoulders, the heavy fabric doing little to soothe your stress. it was yours more than it was his now, to the point he felt claustrophobic wearing it. how long had he been traveling with you? the days blurred.

“i don’t doubt you.” he never would. never could. he’s not sure, even if he somehow wanted to, that his body would allow him to treat your words as anything less than fact. “but i don’t understand what you mean.”

you were a god. the creator, the first, the one that shaped the sovereigns scales and laid the foundations of earth. you predated the archons, celestia, the very skies themselves…

and he, somehow, was a driving motivation for you?

his words must have been funny, a sharp laugh tumbling out of your mouth. it was bitter, humorless, and somewhat raspy. he made note to find some water for you later. “what else could i mean?” you turn to him, some of his confusion lost as your eyes found his. even this burnt out, deep bags set beneath them, you still managed to steal the very air in his lungs. “you’re the only reason i’m still here.”

he didn’t know what to say. what was there to be said, when you were you and he was him? when the world had abandoned you, it made sense you’d cling to what remained faithful. it was merely coincidence he happened to find you first, that’s all. coincidence that you trusted enough not to run from, coincidence that you allowed to care for your injuries. there was nothing to say, because you held nothing for him in particular, only leaning on him out of need. he had to believe that. what was he left with if that wasn’t true? an awkward truth hid beneath his well-known lies, too large for him to see the edges, let alone to contain.

“please… do not say such things again.” to ask of his god what he could not ask of himself was surely some form of heresy, as was willingly laying aside his guard when he was the only one who was tasked with protecting you. he pulled his attention from the tide below, from the rustling trees, holding faith that the world would not be needlessly cruel. he stepped forward, kneeling beside you. even up close, you still seemed painfully small. “it is your own resilience that has allowed you to persevere.”

it’s the earth that leads you from danger.

it’s the water that follows you wherever you go.

it’s the leylines that whisk you to safety.

it’s the wind that warns you of what’s to come.

it’s the you from the past that protects the you in the present.

it’s the you in the present that provides for the you in the future.

it’s you, from everywhere and everywhen, continuing to fight.

and yet you sigh. you look away, across the sea, tracing fontaines skyline. “it really isn’t. i was lucky to run into you when i did.”

you had just crossed the wall back into the forest, burning hot and shaking. he was the lucky one, in truth, to be able to pick your figure out from the sand below. perched on a high cliffside, even mitachurls were reduced to small brown flecks.

you had worn a cryo mage’s cloak, which was what initially drew his attention. abyss activity wasn’t uncommon in the area, but a cryo mage in the desert… that was cause for intrigue. he stepped forward and slid down the steep face in front of him, a slight puff of dust marking his landing in the desolate sand of old vanarana.

he didn’t know what to expect. you stumbled around the jagged remains of a tree, heading for the statue of the seven. he followed, only growing more confused. cryo and dendro did not react with each other, and there was no way to “slow” a statue. a scouting mission, maybe? but why a cryo mage, when pyro would have been far more advantageous in the case of an attack?

he leaned around the corner carefully, prepared for the sight of a staff or the chanting of abyssal magic filling the air. the entire world seemed to be holding its breath, frozen in place and waiting for some trigger to continue.

he saw none of that. you were collapsed at the foot of the statue, faint wheezing only making it to his ears by virtue of the standstill around him. you held no staff, commanded no magic, your chest barely moving with air.

he’d never seen a mage seek out the archons when dying. one hand squeezed the handle of his sword as he crept forward, ready to strike should the situation turn against him. the sand barely shifted beneath his feet, his own heart sounding too loud to his ears. you did not move, showing no signs that you had noticed his approach. he still didn’t trust it.

your cloak was tattered and torn, with thick gloves atypical of a mage. they reminded him more of hilichurl wraps, which was strange considering you wore no mask. your face was instead covered by what looked like eremite cloth, just as stained and dirtied as the rest of your clothes. what he could see looked almost human; in another life, he could believe you were a weary traveller, lost amidst the sand.

he was acting foolish. if the abyss had a human tool, he needed to figure out why. he reached down, undoing the sloppy knot of your veil and letting the brocade fall limply to the grass.

…grass. he blinked, eyes flickering between the ground and your face, not sure which was harder to believe. flowers had bloomed around you, protecting your body from the blazing sands, and he’d be a fool not to recognize the face plastered all over every bounty board.

he didn’t understand. if nothing else, he thought the archons would have enough respect for their creator to know when they were being lied to, yet before him was barely living proof of the inverse. sweat beaded along every inch of exposed skin, deep-set heat exhaustion burning you from the inside out. how could you be a threat? how could they be so blind?

he looked again, the shine of elemental sight straining his eyes, catching flickers of the dendro energy pouring from the statue. you were the only one the archons would feed. you were the only one to make the very earth break its own rules, allowing lotuses to bloom from barren soil. something painfully similar to rage threatened what remained of his rationality, and it took all he had to push it aside.

that didn’t matter. if he went off on some banal revenge quest, he’d be no better than them. your safety mattered more. he picked you up and set aside how calm his curse felt, beginning the trek back to his camp. behind him, the flowers already began to wither, losing their persistence without you to foster it.

perhaps that initial meeting was luck. but these was no luck involved in your trust in him. when you woke up and saw him at your side, you chose to trust him. you chose to believe that he was not like the others, that he would protect you, and he was forever grateful for that trust. nobody could fault you for being angry, for being spiteful about what you were put through and choosing to lash out. nobody would have the right to be upset if you chose to vent your wrath against those that had hurt you.

but you didn’t. you chose, again and again, to believe in the world. you chose to let them live their lives, even if it meant getting hurt again in the process. you chose a quiet life traveling with him over the comfortable life on your throne. to willingly choose to travel with a disgraced knight to spare your people guilt… he couldn’t decide if it was noble or reckless. either way, he was selfishly happy that he was the one to stay by your side.

“i won’t try to convince you. but, please.. do not give up on yourself so easily.” i know far too many who have died by the same hand. “the world and its opinion does not define you. only you get to decide where fate leads.”

you lean towards him, and he thinks you might have passed out- but no, your head lands on his shoulder with far too much precision. he stiffens, not used to existence without a constant pain beneath his skin. “how motivational. you tell all your soldiers that?”

his heart is beating too quickly, thoughts unusually hard to grasp. you’re the only one who could have this effect on him. he only wished it wasn’t now, when your belief in yourself was on the edge. “i mean it. none of this is your fault, and neither are celestial actions the people’s fault. i know that you are hurt, but i don’t want you to accept that main needlessly. you shouldn’t have to view your creation with such pain.” slowly, carefully, he raises the hand closer to you, doing his best not to disturb you as he settles it on your arm. he’s can only hope that the contact brings you as much comfort as it does him. “if nothing else, believe me. promise you’ll at least try.”

he doesn’t think you’ll agree. why would you make a promise to one who represents the heaven’s betrayal? why would you let him hold you close at all, when you can surely sense the bindings of those who tried to kill you wrapped tightly around his soul? he doesn’t know. all he can do is hope.

“…alright, dainslef. i promise.”

twilight has long since fallen, and yet he smiles for the first time in centuries.

[verysanebsdfan]

Kaido Shun dating headcanons

Kaido shun x GN!reader They/them pronouns used Not requested I also found out i am much better at writing headcanons than actual one shots🥲 PLease request pookies i dont have ideas. If you want to request, please go to my introduction post first and read about what i would write<3

Now you maybe questioning how did you two even got together, honestly, most people ask the same question, however, the answer is really simple. You both are delusional, just kinda in a different way.

So, we all know that Shun lives in his own world, but let's all be honest, all of us do, at least sometimes.

So, you two are classmates, you, being the quiet kid who just stares out of the window, daydreaming, making scenarios, real or not. And then there's Shun who is, well, more vocal about his delusions, but can we blame him? No. (<3)

So once, you two get paired up for a project and you actually have a lot in common.

Later you start subconsciously (thats such a hard word to spell😔) seeing him in your silly little daydreams, and he as well, makes a lore for you, which in the end, makes you the over powered assitant of The Jet Black Wings.

My guy is very shy, so he probably wouldnt talk as much with you as you'd like, but, Yumehara would notice something between you, and ask you about it which made you wonder.

Did it make Yumehara sad? Yes. Did she set you two up for a date with big enthuisiasm? Also yes.

It was really just a simple café date, but it got you two together<3

It took him a while to really warm up to do even simple things like holding hands or even a kiss on the cheek, ma shy boi<3

But you got there, you often have study dates, because we know how his mom is, however, she adores you<3

You would tell the group pretty soon after he'd warm up to the couple stuff.

Honestly, Yumehara was probably the most happy, it stung, but she moved on soon, and no, she did not go back to obsessing over Saiki again.

I think he'd be a words of affirmation or acts of service guy, can't really decide.

Anytime you feel insecure, or sad, he'd tell you how awesome, gorgeous, and smart you are<3

And anytime you would feel sick or something, he'd be there, or, at least would try to be there<3

You either grow old together or decide to end it on good note after you graduate from highschool, no in between. But even if you would end it, you'd still be friends

I hope it's good<3

Drink water, stay safe, ily y'all bye<3!

[astral-disastral-catastral]

Have not very well fanmade pv sprites/emotions if he was hypothetically in omori because I love him and basil but this was mainly for pv but we'll ignore that... he's worth every second of time I have on me he can take it all ueahsjugjv 🫶🫶☹️ never drawing him again ever /hj I may have forgotten that 1 one where they turn into a slice of toast when they die in battle but that's otay

[francarieq]

WHERE MY TRANS BABBIZ AT?!! HAPPY DAY 2 U GUYS ILY ꩜.ᐟ .ᐟ .ᐟ

[frogg093]

Okay okay okay so imagine this;

Teenager!Kunikuzushi flies to Sumeru to visit his beloved Aunt Buer and stay with her for the summer. She lives in a nice, cozy neighborhood where the locals are mostly lonely elders or large families, whose children come home to visit and spend time with them during summer break. The neighbors are all friendly with each other and generally know each other pretty well, visiting during the day, offering meals to elders who are too tired to cook, and helping each other clean or prepare for their families to come and visit.

It was a quiet afternoon in the house. Kunikuzushi had just finished unpacking his things into the guest room. The smell of fresh spices wafted through the air and graced his nostrils, urging him to walk to the kitchen where his Aunt Buer was standing on a stool, preparing dinner. He bit the inside of his cheek to prevent a smile at the way she stood on her toes to see over the pot.

"Aunty, do you need help?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves.

"Kuni, perfect timing! I don't need help here, but could you go and tidy up the living room, please? One of the neighbors is coming over with one of their children in an hour." Buer informed with a smile.

Kunikuzushi let out a sigh before he could remember to bite it back, "Okay." He nodded and turned to leave.

Kunikuzushi examined the spotless living room one last time before pulling his phone out of his pocket and falling back onto the plush couch with a soft 'oomf'. The sound of three soft knocks drifted through the house.

"Kuni! Can you come get the door? My hands are full!" Buer shouted from the kitchen.

"Coming!" He shouted back as he pushed himself off the couch. He dropped his phone in his pocket and smoothed out his clothes as he mentally prepared himself to socialize with some random person. When he opened the door, he saw your mother standing at the door with a kind smile on her face and her hair in a messy, low bun. Standing shyly behind her was you, holding a covered tray of desserts.

"Hello, Kunikuzushi! It's been a while. You're as handsome as ever!" Your mother giggled and pinched his cheek. His face slightly warmed and you looked away to ease his embarrassment.

"Please, come in. Aunty is finishing up with dinner." Kunikuzushi said warmly to your mother.

"Thank you, young man." She nodded and walked in first.

"Thank you," You said quietly, nodding at him as you stepped forward. You were shocked by the cold glare you received. Was this really the kind, sweet boy your mother and aunty Buer always told you about?! You cleared your throat as you walked past him, his eyes boring into the back of your head and sending a shiver down your spine. His coldness was quickly forgotten as you entered the warm yellowish glow of Buer's home and the delicious scent danced in the air. Kunikuzushi lead you and your mother to the kitchen, where Buer was washing her hands.

"Ah, [Mother's name]! It's so nice to see you!" She quickly dried her hands and walked up to your mother.

"Hello, Buer! How have you been?" Your mother beamed as she clasped Buer's hands in her own.

"Quite well, thank you!" She gave your mother's hands a squeeze as she turned to you. "Hello there, [name]! You've gotten bigger!" She excitedly skipped over to you, and you kneeled down so she could hug you and pinch your cheeks. You didn't get bigger at all, actually, but it made sense for someone as small as Buer to assume so, so you overlooked it.

"I missed you, aunty. We brought desserts for you and your nephew." In an attempt to get something aside from a disgusted look out of him, you smiled up at Kunikuzushi, who spared you a glance before dismissing you and looking back to Buer.

"How sweet of you! You can just leave them on the counter for now." She beamed.

"[name], why don't you two go sit in Kunikuzushi's room while me and Buer chat?" Your mother smiled at you, completely aware of the despair in your eyes at the thought of having to socialize with someone new, let alone the absolutely terrifying Kunikuzushi who was supposed to be 'the sweetest boy ever!', according to your mother and Buer.

Buer gave Kunikuzushi a firm look, her eyes telling him to 'behave'. You stood up and nervously pulled on the sleeve of your shirt.

"Okay, mama." You said quietly as Kunikuzushi gestured for you to follow him with a nod of his head. You gave your mother one last look, begging for her pity as you hurried to follow Kunikuzushi. She only smiled at you in faux oblivion before turning her attention back to Buer. You couldn't help but feel like a lamb, skipping mindlessly to the slaughter as Kunikuzushi lead you through the hallway to the guest room.

You whisper a prayer to the archons above as you enter the room.

Let's hope Kunikuzushi isn't as mean as he looks...

♡ Part 2

[gepazu]

“well aren't you the prettiest thing the sun's ever seen.”

cael turns his head — almost comically so.

rivets of soft intrigue holding the tiniest of smiles on his lips as he lets out a gentle laugh, ribbons of silver sparkling in the sunlight, contouring his face so delicately it makes your heart stop.

“why thank you, my dear.” he moves to slip his fingers under your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “but.. i must say; you are more refined than any star i've ever come across.”

for a moment, his touch burns; and you're further drawn into it, like a moth to the flame. “how charming, my sun.”

his fingers glide down to your chin, turning your head a bit to his left — eyes flickering to yours in amusement. “my sun? how darling can you be, hm?” a sigh runs and falls from your lips at his words, cupping his hand in yours as you lean in and let the sun kiss you softly.

“as much as you need me to be.”

✩ love notes — thank u nics ( @.thenyxsky ) for proofreading 'n giving the go sign for posting !! love u pookie <33 <3

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ⓒ GEPAZU 2023 — 2024.

[princesscharlesofmonaco]

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[joelslegalwhre]

(a little surprise for y'all under the cut <;3)

I don’t even know what to say 😭❤️

it’s so surreal to think that so many of you care about my nonsense ILYSM!!!

I’m the worst at finding the right words for things like these (I can’t take a compliment and that right here is a BIG one lmao)

So I’ve made this for y'all

✨*shoves it in your face*✨

[all-too-unwell-13]

drifting away from a close friend is so sad

[satoruxx]

okay i think that’s enough booping for tonight i’m going to bed :33

[bk-179]

about to go to sleep cuz I’m tired af but holy shit prey animal fear Gingerbrave. A character defined as brave having his very existence and life force be the terror of being prey to gods that grew and mothered you for the sole purpose of being carnage. Carnage dripping from their fangs for nothing but the fleeting power of consumption and a brief rush of saccharine. That’s his mother. Does opposing beings more infinite than gingerbrave could ever be despite his nature and nurture of fear make the cookie truly brave? Or do I need to go the fuck to sleep

[boobpancakes]

there's snakes in her garden

[stickyuri]

guy w issues

[hermanunworthy]

i want to be The Friend of the dndads fandom. i want everyone to know me as the guy whos fun and easy to talk to. and i will give u all hugs and kisses through the phone. be my friend ill keep u entertained forever :3 (i never shut up about dndads)

[soulrph]

my darlings, i’d be a very poor source of advice if i didn’t follow my own every once in a while! so with a heavy heart, i will be closing my inbox for the next few weeks while i focus on my own mental health and slowly getting to all the questions in the inbox. i’m going to offer a few quick words of advice here though, just to cover some bases!

1. having boundaries is not a bad thing. set them and do so freely. age limits, follower limits, blocking people who you’re not vibing with, just go for it. no hard feelings, no apologies. just set boundaries, make them known, and block anyone who crosses them.

2. you don’t want to be here 24/7. take breaks! take hiatuses! fight anyone who attempts to tell you that these things are wrong!

3. you are going to change. everyone does, and yet there are many who feel confused and hurt by these transformations. the thing is, we’re human beings. we will change, we will grow, we will adjust. you can’t force, control nor prevent these changes. all you can do is accept them, process how you’re feeling about them, and move forward.

4. if someone is sending you anon hate, you can actually block the IP address. the person sending stuff to you will no longer be able to send that stuff anonymously.

5. if you’re following someone and you’re sending anon hate to that someone, please seek therapeutic help. and stop following the people who inspire such intense feelings of hatred in yourself. do both. do both immediately.

6. you are not a bad person for blocking people. it’ll hurt for a bit, yeah, but you’re setting a boundary. there’s a saying. what’s for you, won’t pass you. it’s a nice saying. it makes the losses feel less confusing.

7. you are not a bad person for feeling upset or hurt or angry by stuff happening on the dash. stop thinking that you should only feel good things all the time. i’ve been on tumblr for just under eight years now, and let me tell you, it’s perfectly healthy to feel the negative things in life, too. i tried to be positive constantly, and it failed. i was a mess after it. 

8. there is a difference between vaguing and venting. don’t vague about people. if someone on your dash is not on the same level as you, block them. okay? you’re helping nobody. you’re actually causing an insane amount of stress by doing it. just address the person directly, or block them.