#i always play with him as geo rip sorry

[arriathedragon]

Night-time Skrmblo Aether before I go to bed since I was waiting for my meds to kick in.

What he looking at? Lil guy hehe *Shakes him*

[dixidin]

Genshin impact hcs for every nation pt.2

Liyue edition!

Info: OOC? Mentions of other characters, writing sucks, sorry if I get some lore wrong with some characters! Fyi, none of this is cannon besides the occasional lore mentions

Baizhu: Whenever the cold winters of Liyue roll around, Baizhu has to make sure that both him and Changsheng are cozy because if they don't. They both can fall ill very quickly. Baizhu normally wraps a scarf around his neck so both him and Changsheng are warm due to the fact that Changsheng normally wraps around Baizhu's neck

Beidou: Since Beidou wears an eyepatch, a lot of people have made theories on what's behind it. Is it just a regular eye? Does she have a terrible scar underneath? Is it due to a battle? Who did she fight? Spoiler alert: It's the first one, but she always gets a laugh out of the really crazy ones

Chongyun: Chongyun is secretly really good at checkers. He takes pride in it along with embarrassment since he has no clue how to play chess

Ganyu: Ganyu absolutely loves the quiet and hates loud noises, but there's this one sound that she will forever despise, and that is windchimes. Every time she hears them, she just wants to rip it off of the ceiling and break all the metal bars in half. Of course, she never does, but she'll immediately leave if she hears it. Heaven forbid someone gets her a windchime as a present

Hu tao: Being a director of a funeral parlor and talking with ghosts for a long time somewhat impacts your vision on mortals, so Hu tao has grown a sixth sense of reading people. She can tell whether they're lying, worried, or pretending to be fine whenever they are fuming with anger. Sometimes, it gets a bit bad that she misses out on social cues

Keqing: With the large amount of paperwork Keqing puts on herself, she offen gets hands cramps. Sometimes, they get so bad that she has to take a break for a few minutes so the bones of her hands don't feel like they're about to break apart

Ningguang: Since Ningguang is the richest person in Tevyat, she occasionally spends her mora on random items just for the fun of it. Her favorite items she's bought over the recent years are candles. She's grown so attached to it that she's started up a collection

Qiqi: Since Qiqi needs a notebook to remember everyone she's met, Yaoyao decided one day that she would help Qiqi with the notebook, decorating it in cute stickers, highlighters, doodles, and occasional photographs

Shenhe: Shenhe has dissociative amnesia, specifically generalized. This means that she offen forgets where she went, what she did, who she spoke to, what she experienced, or even who she is

Xiangling: Xiangling, being the spicy cook herself, she doesn't actually check how much spices she puts in her food for the customers. Does she still use measuring cups? Yes, but sometimes they can be a bit overfilled

Xiao: When all of the yakshas were still around. Normally, the girls would help Xiao with his red eye makeup, only after they died tragically. The last yaksha had to learn how to do his own makeup, to say it was hard... was an understatement. Xiao eventually went to Zhongli for help, the geo archon being met with a sad Xiao, looking at the floor with messy red eye makeup. Don't worry, Zhongli taught Xiao, and he got the hang of it

Xingqiu: Xingqiu secretly has a condition called vasovagal syncope, which means that his body makes him pass out whenever he gets injected with a needle. Before, he thought he had a fear of needles, but when he saw Baizhu about it, he told the young writer that he actually had vasovagal syncope. Which made much more sense to Xingqiu afterward

Xinyan: Xinyan secretly loves having fun on playgrounds, but especially the swings. Whenever she comes across a playground with swings, she'll immediately stop what she's doing, run up, and try to get as high as she could

Yanfei: When in the chasm with the rest of the group, Yanfei actually got slight burn scars when fighting off those enemies due to how hard she was hitting her fireball

Yaoyao: You would expect Yaoyao to be another one of those kids whose toys are all dirty from dragging them around in the mud or one of those kids who forgets their stuffed animal, but Yaoyao is the complete opposite! She always double checks that Yuegui is in her basket, and she doesn't have to worry about Yuegui getting dirty since it's easily washable

Yelan: Whenever Yelan gets bored from time to time, getting stuck dealing with paperwork instead of going out on fun adventures. She'll train her hand to do neat tricks with her pen. She's gotten so good at it to the point where she'll zone out while her fingers mechanically rapidly spin around her pen

Yunjin: The reason why Yunjin's stage is normally warm colors with lantern lights in the background is because she can't stand flashing lights. It makes her feel dizzy, and she can never concentrate

Zhongli: Being an archon, over the years, Zhongli has come to be an expert in fashion. Just take a look in the history books and see some of the outfits he's worn! People have sometimes begged him to let him help them with fashion, but that's Zhongli's secret talent and only his. No if's or but's

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[tamashiiraiden]

FACELESS LEADER

ARATAKI ITTO X RAIDEN! READER

In which the puppet of Raiden Ei receives a secret admirer all around Inazuma. But, this admirer seems to be scared to show himself. What happens if they cross paths? The faceless puppet y/n is, decides to look for him without Hiding her face

DEFINITIONS BEFORE YOU READ

(ARCHON NAMES)

archon name examples; (Morax, Barbatos, Beelzebub, Baal, Buer)

"Lady Y/n it seems that you get many gifts in Valentines day more than in your own Birthday? how ironic." Yae miko, the spoiled yokai she is compliments

"At least I actually get something."

"oh, giving me the cold shoulders I see?" she smirks as she drinks her macha tea specially made for her.

'in total of all these its 126 gifts.' I think to myself but finally I came down to see a Letter with a beetle sticker on it.

FOR MY BELOVED FUTURE ARCHON WIFE

I'm so sorry for the scribbles! don't mind them, but ..I just want to say to you Y/n Raiden, that you are so amazing let alone a puppet. You have survived countless wars during Inazuma's hardest times. Especially for the Oni's ! Though I did not give this to you with pride I'm glad you are able to read this and rather than ripping it into shreads.

I..I Love you Lady Y/n, In the shadows. I have always admired you but. I'm no Shrek and your no Princess Fiona, Who would look at me and consider me as a human? I'm just an Oni living in a Demigod's shadow knowing that your feelings would never return, all I can ever do is Give up.

But I'll say this one more time.

I LOVE YOU

-Love the one and Oni.

I was suprised, No man has ever dedicated their lives for me and.. he is an oni?

" " "

Lately, Sara has been dealing with some oni business so I quickly went to the training grounds where she always trains.

"pardon me Sara,'' I come up to her as she stopped to look at me and bowed in respect ''Lady Y/n! I am glad to see you in good condition, what is the issue?'' she asks and I sigh and responded

''do you know anyone who claims to go by 'the one and oni?" she quickly reacted and her face looked upset

"did he do anything bad to you?!" she yelled a bit but I shook my head signing a 'no' and It made her calm down a bit

"that guy is a jerk of a delinquent. He doesn't like defeat,a total idiot and a fucking oni!'' she yelled she seemed annoyed

''whatever you want to ask me, his name is Arataki Itto, a crimson oni, a gang leader, has a geo vision. one thing you have to know is that I'm on bad terms with him and I can't wait to arrest him again."

I was more shocked, I didn't expect a Delinquent to be attracted by me and did she say Itto ..? If I could remember it, He was the boy I always played with as a kid alongside some children. Nobody even knew I was the Puppet of Beelzebub.

" " "

I was currently walking around all alone, I sneaked out of the Shogunate Palace to find this Itto guy I know I should've at least informed someone,

but guards would be by my side by now. It's funny how I'm literally stronger than Sara, and I'm still being pampered like a fragile puppet. Well I was but that was when I still had ball joints, and to my luck. It disappeared on its own.

It was a cold night and no human in Inazuma has ever seen my face before, take Morax as an example (before he became Zhongli) no one had ever seen his face as the Geo Archon, nor' he'd ever did.

people has seen me but not without the cloth I was wearing I think only Ayato and mom have been the only people who saw me without it.

'cold .. its cold..'

" " "

'ahh shit .. it's too cold..' I thought to myself but then I spotted men coming in my way so I quickly prepared for battle.

"who's there?"

I had no cloth in me to Identify as Y/n the next Electro Archon.

"don't worry ma'am I won't harm you a green haired youth showed herself in the shadows "who are you?" I asked suspicous about her I mean her face is literally covered.

"I am Kuki Shinobu, May I help you? you seem lost. Do you seek shelter? I know a place'' She responded

I NEEDED TO LIE.

"Yes I need shelter real fast but.. do you happen to recognize a guy named, Arataki Itto..? m-my lady Y/n sent me off to find them, all she said was that she received a letter to him and told me to look for him.." the girl who is identified as Shinobu looked surprised and suddenly

"WHAT? THE GREAT LADY Y/N RESPONDED TO BOSS' LOVE CONFESSION?" Some random dude came out and yelled behind the bushes where Shinobu came out.

"y-yes..'' I faked stuttered

"let us take you to him then.'' Shinobu said as we left off to go to their meeting area

" " "

I was currently talking to one of the members of Itto's gang, it seems that he was on a meeting and we were planning to surprise him. I didn't care about it I'm already 500 years old, we were planning to tell it to him when he's finally annoyed.

he was reportedly the one who annoys everyone and everywhere, he was always around their necks. "I want him to taste his own medicine." Shinobu looked awfully annoyed by him

"we finally arrived"

I was getting stares by the delinquents, trying to terrify me? funny. "where's boss?'' Shinobu asked one of them "in a meeting with the entire Oni Gangs, he's fucking busy."

I could feel this scent everywhere I decided to follow it, it led me to a room and a bunch of men arguing

"WE GOTTA ATTACK THE TENRYOU COMISSION!" One yelled

"YOU TRYNA DIE BITCH? GO TO HELL YOU STUPID ONI"

I decided to knock the door but this time I quickly put on a cloth I saw near me

a gentleman/butler answered "hello?- LADY Y/N?"

"Hello."

ARATAKI ITTO'S POINT OF VIEW

All of us Oni leaders were arguing about attacking the Tenryou Comission because of the vision hunt decree, of course I was against the decree but attacking them is just too much for me and the gang.

''WE GOTTA ATTACK THE TENRYOU COMISSION!" The lavender Oni yelled

I respond "YOU TRYNA DIE BITCH? GO TO HELL YOU STUPID ONI" But then someone knocked the door and the butler of the blue Oni opened it and he suddenly yelled

"hello?- LADY Y/N?" he yelled and made us look at him in shock as he back away.

"Hello."

I looked at her in shock and so was the other Oni's

'' good evening to you too all Oni's but I'm afraid you're not nice to my friends? do I serve my stand?"

everyone was silent Until the Lavender Oni responded an anxious response "I- Uh .. Lady Y/n.. we can explain.."

'' and I thought our clans were friends lavender Oni you have failed me and the entire government attorneys.''

''But I'm not looking forward to fight Oni's today I just want to take you're little Crimson Oni" she said as everyone looked at me dead serious like

'you better fucking go you stupid idiot.'

"y-yea sure.. my lady ..'' I stood up from my desk and walked up to her I was indeed turning as red as my old skin.

"l-look, if it's about the letter thing I gave you yesterday- please just tell it to me straight in my face..''

at a sudden, she started taking off her cloth

"do you not recognize me, Itto ..?'' she looks up at me as I admired her beauty, she was so beautiful. I don't think any man wouldn't admit it,

"n-no.. who are you- well.. who were you?.." I asked as I peck her chin

"don't you remember?"

FLASHBACK

NO ONE'S POV

a young crimson Oni was running around to get the Onikabuto but he suddenly tripped and bleed severely. It seems like the boy had tripped in an Oni trap filled with different types of beans, he was screaming in utter pain and kept crying as hives started to show in his beautiful red skin

"HAHAHAHHA what a loser!" a human boy came out ''fortune in Oni out! fortune in Oni out!"

"FORTUNE IN ONI OUT!"

they kept repeating that stupid chant.. until..

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"oi! leave him alone!"

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the boy couldn't take the pain any longer. And he passed out in severe pain.

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The boy suddenly felt warm liquid being pressed into his bruise he finally squinted his eyes and saw the same exact girl that defended him, he reacted and backed away, not until a tree hit his weak back as he groaned in pain and possibly had cried a bit

"don't come near me!" he covered himself as he tears up and sobs unbelievable ugly cries

''AW come on! I defended you with my kind and this is what you react to me? that's frustrating!" he finally looked at her and saw her beautiful lilac orbs and dark purple hair those looks gave him a feeling..

"eh.. uhm.. why do you look like the Shogunate?"

the girl flinched at his words "eh.. uh..''

'' I suppose, People can get lucky..?" '' not when they are from Inazuma.."

"but here, let me help you..'' she soon became emotionless and treated my wounds

"t-thank you.. uh.."

'' call me (archon name)"

"Wow your parents really picked that out for you huh"

"you?"

"Oh! It's Arataki Itto!"

END OF FLASHBACK

''W-Wait.. that was you..?'' Itto blushed as you nodded

"what made you come up with (Archon name)? pretty weird yk.." ''uhm.. that's my name as an Archon you know.. something like Morax or Barbatos?"

"o-oh! I'm sorry hahaha I'm not used to calling people by their god names." he lightly chuckled

"but lets get to the point.." she responded as his face become serious

"Itto, do you still love me?" she looks at him straight in his face he swore his horns were melting

"n.."

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It was a quiet silence for the two

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'' yes.. yes my lady.. even after all those things I had gone through, My eyes were onto you the whole entire time.." he held her hand tightly

"all I want to know.. is that do you love me back?"

,,,

''..Yes, I love you back. Ever since we were still young"

,,,

A bird started to fly away from It's tree

as the bird flew it landed to it's owners hand

"oh? I see she is safe," the woman talked

"huh? with the Arataki gang leader? loving eachother? saving him from an Oni trap at a young age?"

"I see,"

"She'll be talking to me when she gets back."

Raiden Ei looks at the sky as she is ready to talk with her last puppet.

TO BE CONTINUED

[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

hi! this is just a request but feel free to ignore if you don’t have time or any ideas but could you expend on “between love and lust” mc seducing foul legacy. it can be like a side story or a prequel since it happened before the current timeline.

sorry it took so long lmao law school started already and i'm drowning in cases. Thanks for this ask anon, i forgot about this series even though i already drafter the last chapter lmao, thanks for reminding me it existed hahaha. Anyways here you go, enjoy this unhinged couple lmao.

Prequel to The Consequences of Fucking in Front of the Geo Archon Statue Series: 1, 2, 3

In Love and Lust

Summary: Seeing Foul Legacy for the first time had awakened something in you, in a desperate attempt to hide how inappropriately horny you were, Tartaglia misunderstands your insatiable lust for him as fear.

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You had always been aware that whatever happened during Tartaglia’s disappearance was life changing. You were prepared for whatever it was when you had pursued this relationship with him, just as you had reassured him you didn’t mind what his job asked of him, you were quite ready to reassure him you didn’t mind his Foul Legacy.

Seeing it for yourself however was another matter entirely.

It changed him. That much you were right.

You just weren’t prepared to see how it changed him.

So there you stood, blinking rapidly in front of your boyfriend who had laid waste to the battlefield amidst Snezhnaya’s white snow. Everything about him was big. His arms, his height,

‘His dic-’

You exhaled, trying to steady your heart and not blurt out something stupid like,

‘Bet I can take you in that form.’

You nodded, your eyes closed as you tried to convince yourself and stop your shaking legs as you took a step forward to your boyfriend’s personal space. All the while chanting inwardly for him to not notice what he just awakened in you.

“Didn’t expect to see you here” You told him, faking calm as you laugh nervously.

‘And wow, his muscles are so close and he’s so warm-’

“Is that so?” He spoke, voice deep, sultry and rumbly that it made your mouth drop and your panties wet.

His face came close to you, your wide eyes and flushed face reflecting on the large white bead on the center. His clawed hands pulled you close, resting gently on the curve of your ass.

You swallowed your saliva as you gently laid your hands on his chest, mind reeling and melting from the sheer force of your horniness for your boyfriend.

“Da-darling?” You gently called him, slight panic in your voice when you felt your warm cloak lifted and the unmistakable sound of your thick stockings being teared.

“Liar.”

In a blink of an eye you found yourself back in your shared apartment. Stockings ripped and panties soaked. Tartaglia was nowhere to be found and you swore loudly,

“At least let me suck your cock!”

You cried into your pillow with frustration as you furiously masturbated and repeatedly came with only your left hand and the vivid image of his Foul Legacy ringing in your mind. You moaned and drooled into the pillow, his lingering scent only fueling your desire and making you blind to Tartaglia’s arrival.

He watched as you fingered yourself, your legs spread wide and exposing your sopping cunt. You were moaning his name, while your free hand played with your nipples. It was a lovely sight that made him hard, it was almost enough to break his reason and make him stuff you full with his cock. Up until he remembered how scared you were earlier when you saw his foul legacy for the first time.

Instead he makes his way to the bathroom, furiously masturbating to the sounds of your moan and wet pussy echoing in the silent apartment. His hand moved up and down his throbbing cock as he imagined your squirming body as you moaned loudly, crying out his name.

He knew your go-to fantasies when masturbating to him, knew the intimate details of your deepest fantasies. So he faps to that, he imagines fucking you in that snow, ripping your clothes and exposing your pliable tits and sopping wet cunt. His cock plunging into your wet pussy, slamming it in and out and stretching it until the sensation left you drooling.

He’d gripped your tits, squeezing it and pinching its perk nipples until your moans are nothing but lewd pants of breath. He’d fuck you from behind, fucking you on all fours like a beast and biting your neck until the skin broke and he tasted blood.

He knew you’d begged for him to stop, even when you’d push your ass towards him, moving your hips in time to the thrusting of his cock. He’d fuck you until you babbled about getting pregnant, your pussy clenching to keep his dick inside. He wouldn’t stop thrusting his cock in and out of you, not even when you would orgasm.

Instead he’d fuck you harder once you told him you were about to come, hands gripping your waist tight as he controlled your body, moving it like a life sized fuck toy meant to relieve his frustrations. He knew how that thought pleases you, the image of you acting like a wanton slut in front of him, was something that never failed to drive him crazy.

His hand, gripping his cock tightened, just as he heard you orgasm from the bedroom. Your lewd voice coupled with his imagination made him cum, thick ropes of cum staining the wall as his hands slowly came to a stop.

Tartaglia sighed, taking a few moments of rest before cleaning up the bathroom. The routine was enough to calm him down, his anger and lust fading away into manageable levels. All of it quickly disappeared when he entered the room and found you passed out on the bed, legs spread wide, pussy dripping and stuffed full with the customized dildo you had made. The dildo was the exact replica of his cock and Tartaglia allowed himself a moment, a single moment of contemplation and acceptance of what being in a relationship with you entailed.

“Nnn...Tartagli..a” You moaned in your sleep.

Then he makes his way to the bathroom he had just cleaned, unzips his pants and begins to furiously masturbate again. In any other time he’d have masturbated to you right then and there, unloading his cum unto your sleeping body, maybe fucking your mouth and spilling his load down your throat but right now the two of you are in the middle of a fight and Tartaglia is petty enough to leave you horny.

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You woke up the next morning, disappointed that neither your ready pussy nor your mouth had Tartaglia’s cum, your body wasn’t sticky from his dried cum nor was there the pleasant ache of your pussy being used to the fullest. You pout before groaning into the mattress and curling up in sexual frustration.

Tartaglia had a month off.

And you’d rather spend most of it fucking like rabbits, riding his cock, and being stuffed full with his cum. From the sounds outside your apartment window, you knew that at this time, Tartaglia was already in the training grounds.

You sighed before getting up from the bed, not bothering to cover up. You were missing the feeling of walking around the apartment with his cum dribbling down between your thighs. You made your way to the kitchen table, breakfast kept warm and no love note.

You blinked. Searching the entire area for Tartaglia’s customary love note. You frowned, sitting in a daze as you started to realize that something was very wrong.

“Oh no, we’re fighting!” You cried in despair.

You never really liked fighting with Tartaglia, the one that involved cold shoulders and no sex, no intimacy because it was always because you accidentally sent the wrong signal, made social faux pas that even he couldn’t stand and you knew that Tartaglia was the only one who could handle your crazy, your slightly dark tendencies and obsessive personality. Which meant that fights like this always made you want to fix it quickly because you didn’t want Tartaglia to sober up and realize he could do better.

Which meant that there was a need to call up your friends and dissect what you did wrong.

You glance at Tartaglia’s homemade cooking before deciding that the meeting could wait.

While you were enjoying your brunch, Tartaglia was in the training grounds beating up the new recruits and the rest of the Fatui soldiers that were brave enough to step up to fight him. He had slept terribly, missing your comforting weight in his arms and warmth of your body and your cunt warming his cock, he’d masturbated again in the shower, made you breakfast, tempted to fuck you until you woke up while getting dressed and willed his dick down before leaving the apartment.

Tartaglia really, really hated getting into a fight with you. Because it meant that the chances of you waking up and realizing that you could have a normal life were high. His flaws and demerits would outweigh whatever fondness and love you had for him, your childhood sweetheart.

He dreads the day you’d realize you can have stability, because he’d rather not resort to cutting you off from the rest of the world just to keep you by his side. He did his best to ensure you wouldn’t even entertain thoughts of breaking up with him, he catered to your wants and needs because it meant you wouldn’t try to leave. He’d raze the world to the ground if you asked as long as it meant you stayed.

He loved you deeply, darkly, and wholly.

In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of your familiar lovable and seductive self. And immediately decided to end the spar quickly before any of the recruits got an idea.

He covers your body with his coat, making you wear it properly and hiding the enticing look of your well-endowed body from the virgin killing sweater that you wore. You blinked at him, before you smiled sweetly and devilishly.

“Darling~” You grabbed his arm and he could feel the softness of your breast and Tartaglia knew that you weren’t wearing any bra underneath. He was also willing to bet that you didn’t wear any panties either.

“You-” his words were cut off when he saw your pout, even more so when he felt the fabric of your sweater moved, he looked down and saw that half of your areola were exposed to him.

You smiled at him sweetly, knowing that you’ve already won.

“I missed you so much~” You whined, acting pitiful and cute as you discreetly directed his hand to your lubed up and throbbing pussy.

“I prepared your lunch~” You looked at him from underneath your lashes, drawing attention to your glossed lips, colored pink, and Tartaglia gave up. In a flash, he had brought you home between one breath and the next.

And then you found yourself lying on the bed, you blinked in confusion until you found your arms tied with his jacket, the rest of the sleeves tied to the headboard and you purred in delight.

“Darling~ I’ve been such a good girl right?” You asked coyly, legs already spread and showing him your throbbing pussy, anticipating his thick and long cock fucking you stupid.

Tartaglia didn’t answer before leaving the room with agitation, you spotted his cock straining against his pants and grinned.

You were getting fucked today up until the next day. You smiled pleased at the outcome of the brainstorming you had with your friends. You were so caught up in the euphoria of your apparent success that you forgot who your opponent was. Tartaglia was a trained soldier, a genius in the battlefield and a Harbinger.

He also had the additional boon of knowing you.

Which meant that from the moment you had shown up wearing the virgin killing sweater, he knew that you were planning something. He wasn’t the type to fall for the same trick twice, you wearing the sweater that made both of you graduate from being virgins wouldn’t have the same effect on him again.

Yes, it still drove him mad but compared to the first time you had used it, Tartaglia could keep his wits with him.

So your plan of using a sex potion laced lunch fell through. Tartaglia was sure that he knew what you were planning and decided to use it for his own agenda. A quick survey of the kitchen and he was able to easily deduce where you hid the remaining stash of the potion.

He grinned once he found it and quickly made his way back to you. He whistled at the sight of you, acting like you were in heat. You fluttered your lashes at him and he grinned at you wolfishly.

“I trust that you can recognize this?” He asked as his right hand shook the bottle filled with pink liquid while his left hand deftly unbuckled his pants.

“...Oh” You gulped realizing that you were now playing in the palm of Tartaglia’s hands.

His grin grew sharp, the sight of it sending your pussy throbbing as you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Look at you, being a slut. Is my cock all you can think about?” He teased as his left hand began rubbing his dick, precum dribbling out of his head.

“I also think about your abs and your mouth” You replied, while your eyes stared at his cock, tongue peaking out of your mouth.

He wipes off his precum with his fingers and slowly wiped it on the folds of your pussy, you moaned, moving your hips up to rub against his fingers until they slipped in.

“Hngg!”

His fingers make a quick work out of you, slipping in and out, building a rhythm that had you moaning loudly, until the sound of your pussy’s squelch echoed loudly in the apartment. Your eyes were closed from the pleasure of his calloused fingers rubbing your walls, making you clench and pulsate.

“Cock-Tartagli-a” Your voice shook as you began to beg, “I need your cock inside--!”

You came loudly as his fingers curled and you squirted while his fingers didn’t stop moving inside you. Tartaglia’s fingers were drenched with your juice when he removed it from your pussy, the sheets were drenched with your squirt and you lay limply on the bed.

The top of your sweater were bunched in the middle of your breast, exposing your erect nipples to the cold air and Tartaglia’s hungry eyes. He brought the bottle on top of your twitching pussy, smiled at you and said,

“Congratulations, my beloved slut, you’ll finally be my cumdump today~”

You stared blankly as you watched him open the bottle, spreading your pussy lips and dumping the entire content of the aphrodisiac into your pussy. You struggled once you felt the foreign intrusion of the bottle’s neck, its effect was instantaneous, your protest turned into a moan as you felt your mind become clouded with pleasure.

Tartaglia watched with fascination as he saw your panic melt into euphoria, the look in your eyes was lustful and wanton as you began to loudly beg for his cock. Tears dripping from your face when he only slipped in his fingers,

“Nooo~!” You cried “Cock! I want your cock!”

Your tearful begging was all it took for him to stop teasing you and thrusting his cock inside you. There was no resistance at all from your pussy, his head went inside smoothly, hitting you all the way to your wall, you moaned in pleasure, legs automatically clamping around his waist.

Tartaglia groaned at the wonderful feeling of your heat, a night of not having your pussy warm his cock was enough to drive him insane. He was a fool to not have slept with you last night.

He kissed you fervently, drowning your moans and lustful cries while his hips moved, thrusting his cock back and forth inside your wet and hot pussy. His bare chest rubbed your sensitive nipples as his body rocked back and forth in time with his hips.

“I love you” He whispered in your ears over and over again as he fucked you senseless, like a beast while you clawed at his back, mouth drooling and eyes rolled back from the pleasure.

The aphrodisiac was affecting you both, fucking frenzily to reach new heights of pleasure. Tartaglia came inside you again and again, even so his dick didn’t turn flaccid remaining hard even after multiple orgasm until your pussy felt raw.

Adrenaline rushing to your veins made you not care, you only cared about two things, Tartaglia and his cock. Your pussy was filled to the brim, abused with Tartaglia’s thick cock that repeatedly dumped his cum on your loose pussy.

Time passed but the sounds of sex didn’t stop as day turned into night.His coat was torn and your clothes turned into rags, Tartaglia had changed your position, fucking your from behind, with your ass up, thick ropes of cum, dried and drying covered your ass and back, some of it dripping from your pussy, others coating your legs and face.

He had truly turned you into his cum dump.

“Such a good slut!” Tartaglia praised as he thrusted into you, his cock pushing out his old cum from your pussy, “so good for me!”

His praise made you so happy, your back arching to give him a better angle. You clenched on his cock as he came again, milking him of his cum.

Tartaglia slipped his cock out, shushing you gently when you whined from the empty feeling. He observed your pussy, your whole was loose enough that he could see how much cum was inside you, your clit and labias were covered with dripping cum, your asshole twitching and overflowing with his earlier cum.

He smiled, “ Looks like you can easily take my cock in foul legacy form”

“No-no! It’s too big!” You cried out in panic, covering your pussy.

Your fearful eyes, hiding the lust behind it made him hornier. He smiled and transformed.

You watched with your own eyes as he donned his armor, eyes staring at his cock that grew larger before it was covered by leather. You gulped.

‘Was that a knot?’ you thought as you felt your pussy grow wetter.

“I promise I’ll be gentle”

His monstrous cock was before your eyes, it made your mouth water and then he began with fucking your mouth. You felt him reach all the way back until he hit your throat, pleasure and pain mixing together as you tried not to gagged as he used your mouth. His cock was huge and thick, veins throbbing as you did your best to blow him.

You cried as you weakly clung to his clothes, slowly losing your mind to the pleasure. He came inside your mouth, cum pouring down your throat as he gently pulled out, you closed your eyes and tried to gather the excess that dribbled from your mouth to your palm.

“Swallow it” He ordered and you happily, greedily obeyed.

Even the cum on your hand was drunk, it was thick and delicious, sweet. You opened your mouth, tongue hanging out for him to see your obedience.

His clawed hands gently ruffled your head, the pointed tips scratching your head and awakening something in you.

“Now take my cock” He said as he lifted you up and then plunged your pussy to his erection.

You moaned loudly, your stomach bulging out from his cock.

“Too much~” You cried, even as you began to move your hips, “you’re too big! I-it won’t fit inside!”

You moaned as his clawed hands helped you move up and down, making your breasts jiggle with each motion as you begged for mercy even though your body was honestly enjoying his cock.

He slipped his cock outside of your pussy, rubbing your cum covered clit and reaching all the way to your cum drenched tits.

“Nooo! Don’t take it out!” You begged in tears.

It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Reason was thrown out of the window and he mounted you, pushing his cock all the way in, a miracle, that had you crying out in pleasure as he fucked you raw.

His old cum was pushed out with each thrust, clawed hands pressing on your back and holding your hips like you were a living fleshlight. Your lewd voice begging him for more as he ripped away the rest of your torn clothes.

He reached out for him, drawing him close until his mask opened and a long pointed tongue came out and entangled with yours. You made out with Foul Legacy as cock fucked your pussy raw, scraping out the cum until you came over and over again. Your thighs were drenched again, the bed shaking enough for the headboard to bang against the wall loudly.

Between your numerous orgasms you passed out just as he came inside you, flooding your womb and pussy with his cum, most of it ending up on the sheets and dripping down your pussy. He pulled out and began to fuck your thighs, bedframe creaking from the sheer force of his thrust until it broke as he spurted out and covered your entire body with his cum.

He panted heavily, engraving in his mind your blissed out expressions when you fainted from the pleasure.

‘Tomorrow, we’ll talk about your reaction when you first saw me,’ He thought as he gently lifted you up from the broken bed and made his way to the living area ‘but for now I need to get all of this out of our system.’

You woke up the next morning, face down on the table as you felt your body rocking.

“Good morning, love”

Tartaglia’s voice came from behind as you arched your back and moaned from having a dick thrusted into your sore pussy.

“Ngh!”

You turned around and found yourself staring at Tartaglia’s maskless Foul Legacy form, his eyes were slanted, and hair spiked up in soft waves.

He laughed at you softly, “Have you fallen for me again?”

“Darling~ You’ve ruined me for everyone else!” You cried as you let him see how much he affected you.

He grinned and you moaned in pleasure, when his head hit your g-spot.

“We broke the bed, so the table would have to do” He explained as he began to fuck you over the table, you were too lost in the pleasure to hear his explanation.

But he was in the same predicament as well, all thoughts of talking were gone, the moment he began fucking you as he slept. At this point, the entire apartment reeked of sex and yet neither of you remembered or cared.

Other things could wait.

[genshin-obsessed]

My (f/n) | Zhongli x Reader

Hello! This was originally a collab idea from a friend between like 5 people. The friend who suggested the collab pulled out and idk about others lmao so it might just be me. BUT I COMMITED AND DELIVERED SO! Cuz I’m responsible and amazing💖 anyway. It’s a reincarnation AU! Banner made by 🎭 anon! Thanks to @squeaky-ducky and @solies-scripts for helping me edit this💖

Extra sidenotes: Your previous self’s vision is pyro but you can choose whatever for the reincarnated version even tho it’s not mentioned. Also, Yehara and Lilith are my OCs (yes... more)

Length: 2.1k Summary: Zhongli loves and cherishes you above all else. One day, you’re snatched away from him and the world turns black for him. Yet somehow, a thousand years later, he sees you again.

The bright sun beamed down at the land below, illuminating everything in a golden glow. Zhongli stepped out into the light and closed his eyes, inhaling the fresh air.

Days like these were beautiful but they became a blessing all thanks to one person. A smile graced Zhongli’s beautiful features at the thought of them. His hand found its way onto his chest and he felt it steadily beat. He felt an overwhelming sense of serenity and it was all thanks to this person. You.

You, yourself, were a blessing in this archon’s life. He never thought he would ever feel like this. That he would ever feel love. What was love to archons? They usually loved the lands they resided over. The original archons held love for humanity and guided them.

For Zhongli, love was something of a general term. He loved the sun, the lands… today. But his love for you was something he couldn’t describe. Something the man of wondrous knowledge couldn’t understand.

Zhongli came to realize that love wasn’t something that could be easily explained nor did it need to be. Love gave him overwhelming happiness, so why bother trying to understand every aspect of such a beautiful idea.

The Geo archon walked through the city of Liyue and although he felt great joy, there was also a certain uneasiness. He paused and touched his chest once more as the anxiety grew.

Ultimately, the man ignored it, unable to find the root cause of such dread. He instead opted to find you, so you could settle his nerves a little.

***

“Zhongli!” You beamed once you saw him. He chuckled as you ran to him and wrapped your arms around his slim figure.

“You’re rather excited today,” he commented as he hugged back, “what brought on such elation?”

“Hmm, a very pretty man.” You said, cheekily. There it was, that smile of yours washed away any and all discomfort he felt.

“Oh, is that so? I’m quite jealous.”

“I wouldn’t be.” Zhongli chuckled once more as you leaned in and gave him a kiss. The sensation of your soft lips remained on his even after you’d pulled away. “What brings you here today?”

“I was thinking we could spend some time together. We could go for a walk, maybe set up a picnic since that’s what you wanted to do last time.”

“Really!? You’ll go on a picnic with me?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” Your radiant smile was contagious as he found himself smiling in return.

“I’ll set it up!! It can be a late night picnic or- oh! Oh! Let’s watch the sunset! Then we can have our picnic. I’ll set up candles!” Your enthusiasm was always something Zhongli loved. It benefited him more than he could admit.

“Alright then. Where?”

“Our spot!” Zhongli teasingly tilted his head making you pout.

“What spot? I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“Yes you do! Come on, Zhongli!” Zhongli leaned in and pecked your pouty lips before nodding.

“I do. Then I’ll meet you there?” You nodded with a bright smile.

“Yes! Exactly! I’ll have everything set up and I want it to be a surprise.”

Zhongli spent a little more time with you before he left, since you needed to prepare for the date. Only a few minutes after he’d left you, the anxiety returned. He touched his chest once more with furrowed brows. What was this?

***

You smiled as you started to place the items down onto the blanket. You’d been planning this picnic for weeks now and you finally had the chance to do it.

You set the cushions and small table you had brought, placing the candles and wine bottle. The food would remain in the basket to keep it safe from bugs since you had to wait quite a while. Hopefully your pyro vision was enough to keep it warm.

“Hello, are you (y/f/n)?” A soft voice called from behind. You turned around and saw a shy, but beautiful woman with long pink hair. The clothes she wore indicated she clearly wasn’t from here. She fidgeted with her hand, showing she was nervous.

“Um… who’s asking?”

“Ah, sorry! My name is Lilith but you can call me Lily. I was told you knew where I could find a um… Mr. Zhongli?”

Zhongli? Why was she looking for him? Finding her safe enough, you opted to direct her to your boyfriend rather than giving information about yourself.

“Oh, yes I do! He’s back in Liyue but you’ll find him at Wangshen Funeral Parlor.”

“Thank you so much!” But she didn’t leave. A giggle escaped her lips and she met your eyes, giving you a dreadful feeling.

“Y-yes?”

“So he’s not here with you… good.” In the blink of an eye, Lilith was in front of you. She threw you back causing you to fly into a tree. You let out a scream as your weakened body hit the ground. Pain shot through you and you weakly looked up at her.

“Wh-why…”

“Pitiful. You’d think he’d choose someone of his caliber but no. He chose someone weak and pathetic like you. Your pyro vision was wasted on you.” Woah, where did her soft voice and shy demeanor go?

“Zh-Zhongli…” you called out as Lilith picked you up and slammed you into the tree once more.

“Call him all you want. But he won’t get here in time.” Lilith repeatedly slammed you into the tree before a sickening crack was heard.

A weak whimper escaped your bloodied lips as the light faded from your eyes.

“H-help m-me… Zh… Zhong… li…” Lilith caught your limp body and picked you up. A wicked smile played on her lips as she walked to her destination.

***

It had happened all so suddenly. Zhongli was meeting an acquaintance to talk about his work at the funeral parlor when he felt a sharp, intense pain in his chest and back. He just knew.

He threw everything away, apologizing to his friend and practically sprinting to where you two were supposed to meet. There he was met with a grim sight.

The picnic had been set up almost completely, but the large tree behind it was covered in blood. The Geo Archon knew exactly who it belonged to. He finally noticed the letter sitting on the table.

Once he read it, he ran to the nearest Statue of the Seven in hopes of finding you and whoever took you. But it was too late. When he finally reached the statue, his heart shattered.

Your body was on top of the statue, laying across the lap of the stone man. Blood trailed down your arm that hung over the edge and dripped from your finger. Your lifeless eyes stared into nothingness, the final sign of your death.

A large pillar solidified in front of him and he quickly climbed up to get to you. Zhongli’s shaky hand slowly and hesitantly touched yours. Cold. You were so cold. Where was your usual warmth? Where was that dazzling smile that often chased away his sorrows? Where was the light in your eyes? Where was the joy you brought him?

“M-my… (f/n)...” he murmured in a sorrowful tone, “what’s… no. No, this isn’t happening.” He pulled you down and into his arms, wincing at how lifeless you were.

You couldn’t be dead, you couldn’t have left him. He jumped down to the ground with you tightly in his arms. His eyes stung and his vision started to get blurry. Crying? An archon, crying? The tears slowly slid down his pale cheeks. His voice cracked when he spoke up.

“Wake up, my love. Please wake up.” He begged looking down at you. The blood trickled down your mouth, a clear sign you’d been killed recently. Within the hour, actually. “P-please blink… please wake up. Please come back to m-me. I just… I can’t do this without you. I…” what could he say? What could he do?

Zhongli had failed. He’d failed to keep you safe and alive. He’d vowed to always protect you and he vowed to never let you get hurt.

The tears spilled down his cheeks and the pain in his heart grew. He took your face in his free hand and took a good look at his consequence. At his failure.

“Tell m-me this is just s-some cruel joke, w-wake up and tell me this isn’t real. I-it’s just a n-nightmare, right? Right?” Zhongli held you tightly with his head pressed against your chest. Nothing. He heard nothing.

You never blinked, you never looked up at him with that adorable giggle, and you never exclaimed it was a joke.

You really were gone.

***

How many years ago was that now? Almost a thousand? Zhongli had never gotten over your death and how could he? His first and only lover had been ripped away from him and he still hadn’t found the murderer.

There had been a significant change in Zhongli since then. He was much more reserved and defensive but he was also very protective of anyone he came to call a friend. Ever since losing you, he found it hard to love and care for people the same way.

There was a constant emptiness, a loneliness that never left. No matter how many friends surrounded him, he always felt empty. Food and drinks were tasteless and the world lacked color. No smile matched yours, no warmth matched yours, and he never found a pair of dazzling eyes such as yours. And he was sure he’d never see them again… or so he thought.

“Zhongli! Are you coming?” Yehara asked, making the man look toward her.

“Oh, sure. Let’s go.” Zhongli had met Yehara a few years ago and had helped her during a commission. She hadn’t been doing so well and he’d practically saved her. Ever since then, she stuck to him like glue. Although he wasn’t terribly fond of her from the beginning, he grew to like her. Once they were close enough, Zhongli finally opened up about you and your death.

Yehara swore she’d help solve the murder and wouldn’t rest until he knew. Zhongli had grown much closer to her than he anticipated. The relationship gave him complicated feelings, ones he didn't want to even deal with.

At first, he wondered if he had feelings for Yehara or else why did he feel so comfortable with her? Why did he feel so safe? Why did he often find himself seeking her out when he felt alone? He was scared because you were long gone but for him it was just yesterday. Zhongli didn't want to move on, no matter how healthy it was. He only wanted you, nobody else. Not Yehara, not another archon, no one but you.

There were many things he felt with you that he didn’t with Yehara. Her smile didn’t light up his world, her laughter didn’t echo in his ears, her hugs didn’t leave him tingling, and her words never stayed with him for more than a minute.

There were many nights he spent thinking about himself and Yehara. Was he in love with her? It took some time, but he eventually came to the conclusion that didn’t. He hoped she didn’t either.

“Zhongli! Stop dozing off!” Yehara said, making him look down. He chuckled and patted her head, before looking away.

“Sorry, sorry. It won’t happen ag-” Zhongli stopped abruptly, his golden-orange eyes widened. No…

“Oh come on Zhongli, you just said this wouldn’t happen again.” Yehara huffed and followed his gaze. He was looking into a group of people but after a few moments, her red eyes widened as well.

A person, looking EXACTLY like you was smelling some flowers at a stall. You smiled and Zhongli’s heart sped up immediately.

“It’s them… that’s my (f/n)... I know it.” The archon whispered.

“That can’t be… I thought…” Yehara looked at Zhongli only to look back at you. The duo watched as you nodded and purchased the flowers and turned towards them. When your eyes landed on them you froze, almost as if you’d seen a ghost.

“They saw us.” Yehara gasped, bringing Zhongli out of his trance. You did. You were looking directly at him with the same look of shock. Without wasting any more time, you ran towards him and stopped right in front of them. Zhongli’s heart was beating out of his chest and he clenched his hands. Why were you looking at him like that?

“You’re… Zhongli, right? I’m (y/f/n)... I know you from my dreams.”

“Dreams?” Yehara asked and you nodded, giving her a soft smile. You were more beautiful than Zhongli had described. She could see why he was so infatuated.

“I began dreaming about you when I turned 20.” That was an odd coincidence, since you were 20 when he first asked you to be his.

“You�� know me?”

“I do. I only know things from dreams and as dreams not memories… but since you’re here in front of me, there has to be some truth to them. So will you tell me more?” A smile of relief appeared on his lips and he nodded.

“Of course, anything for you… my (f/n).”

[ignisaeri]

~

At that time, all Alatus could hear was the howling of the wind, and the screams of the Yakshas as they waged war against their karmic debts.

A blaze of crimson flame splits the night sky as the Pyro Yaksha shrieks, clawing desperately at scarlet locks of hair with bloodied fingernails, trying to rid herself of demons only she can see. Her eyes flash with the light of a thousand stars as she throws her head back, pleading with the darkness in ragged gasps to leave her, to go somewhere where they could not haunt her. She’s still begging as she dies.

~

The Geo Yaksha rests his foot against the Hydro Yaksha’s abdomen, using her still body as leverage to draw his sharpened blade out from between her ribs. His eyes stare into the distance, unseeing, pupils clouded over with an inky black, fingers twitching as they hold the weapon that had killed one of his oldest friends. The Hydro Yaksha only lays quietly, death caressing her form with its bony fingers, the pool of water beneath them tinged pink from blood.

~

The Electro Yaksha falls to his knees, gaze finding Alatus’ one last time, seemingly apologizing for leaving the Anemo Yaksha alone for eternity. His slender hands float over the blade embedded in his chest, then collapses onto his side as his last breaths leave him, currents of violet electricity flickering out into nothing. He dies silhouetted against the blackness of The Chasm, as silent as the sun creeping over the horizon, even as the battle rages endlessly around them.

~

Rex Lapis gazes at Alatus with such pity, such sadness, before smiling hesitantly, gold eyes meeting the Yaksha’s.

‘Sit, Ever Vigilant Yaksha. The archon war is over. Let us share a cup of osmanthus wine.”

“Alatus, I free you from your duty as a Yaksha. In the fables of another world, the name Xiao is that of a spirit who encountered great suffering and hardship. He endured much suffering, as you have. Use this name from now on.”

“Yes, Morax.”

~

The God of Freedom seeks him out one evening, when he’s resting quietly near the edge of a cliff, feet dangling restlessly off the side, imagining the faces of the lost Yakshas floating through the clouds. Barabatos’ braids glow a gentle forest green, and he inclines his head slightly towards Xiao as he nears.

“Alatus, correct?”

“Xiao,” the adeptus corrects him.

“Xiao,” Barbatos says, “Rex Lapis told me of you.”

~

“It was you with the flute, was it not?” Xiao tells Barbatos as they watch the workers construct a massive statue in Liyue’s center, honoring the late Tianquan. Ningguang’s placid face smiles down at them as the workers dust the marble, freeing it from dust and grime.

Venti bobs his head, gaze never straying from where Rex Lapis (now Zhongli) stands with arms folded, gaze dark. With Ningguang gone, the last of the Liyue Qixing has perished.

“Yes,” Venti says. “I saved you that day.”

~

Tonight, they drink, in honor of the dead. Zhongli gingerly holds a glass of osmanthus wine, a glaze lily tucked into his hair. “To Guizhong,” he says. “Havria, Ningguang, and Tartaglia.”

Venti hiccups, face the color of an overripe tomato, the glass of dandelion wine tipping dangerously in his grip. “To the children of Mond,” he choruses. “To the Ragvindr brothers, to Jean, to Lisa, to Noelle. To Klee!”

Baal is here tonight too, and she leans forward restlessly. “To Kujou Sara,” she adds. “To Kitsune, Chiyo, and to Sasayuri.”

Tonight should be solemn, Xiao thinks, as they list the names of their dead companions. Yet, nearly five hundred years after the last of them passed, he feels nothing but contentment.

Xiao raises his own glass. “To the traveler and his sister,” he says. “And to the Yakshas”.

~

Xiao watches as Venti’s fingers dance, weaving an enticing melody through the hollow sounds of his flute. He’s sitting against a rock, the cool water of the stream lapping at his ankles, washing against the outcropping where Venti stands, a face full of bliss as he plays.

The song is one that Xiao wished to hear, one that he had first heard from the cart of a passing merchant shortly after the end of the Archon War.

The notes seem to float away into the air as he listens, chasing away the darkness in his soul, and he closes his eyes, reveling in this small moment of peace.

~

Sometimes, when Xiao sleeps, he dreams. He dreams of a woman wreathed in fire, eyes burning tears down her cheeks. He dreams of a not-truly-there man, standing with his blade buried in the chest of a woman floating limp in blood-tinged water. He dreams of purple lightning dying as a man takes his last breaths deep within The Chasm.

~

He knows, of course, that he cannot run forever. One day, he will become engulfed by his karmic debt, like the Pyro Yaksha, or go mad and disappear, like the Geo Yaksha.

That day comes sooner than he thinks.

~

Liyue is burning. The city is just as Xiao remembers, a perfect place of beauty. If he concentrates, he can still barely remember the night of the Lantern Rite, thousands of years ago. He closes his eyes and wishes to see the light of a hundred lanterns, instead of the light of fire the buildings shudder and succumb to the roaring flame.

Zhongli stands in front of him, something akin to pain in his gaze, one arm thrown to the side to keep Venti from rushing forwards. The Anemo Archon’s eyes are wide and wild, hat askew and bow grasped in shaking hands. Baal stands straight, weapon drawn, sorrow dotting her gaze.

Fontaine’s archon, the God of Justice, flits around the backdrop of burning flame, hurriedly trying to save as much of Liyue as she can. Her hands wave, spilling waves of water over the temples and buildings, undoing the damage that Xiao caused. The Dendro and Pyro Archons are busy, pulling screaming mortals from the wreckage and destruction.

Three torches and three exploding barrels, compiled with Xiao’s anemo attacks, had set all of Liyue aflame.

There is distant screaming in Xiao’s ears, sounds he knows only he can hear. Deliriously, he recalls the Pyro Yaksha howling at non-existent demons millennia ago and wonders absently if the same will afflict him.

The karmic debt has finally taken over, and it seems to favor the path the Geo Yaksha had taken. Xiao almost laughs as he realizes this, feeling trapped within his skin as he wields his polearm, pointed unwaveringly at the archons.

“I am sorry,” he rasps. There is darkness at the edge of his sight, and the screams only intensify. He can hear individual voices now, hissing and howling and wailing, crying for mercy and death and blood.

“Do not apologize,” Zhongli says. “It is not your fault.”

“What is this?” Venti gasps, the sound echoing in Xiao’s ears. “Xiao, what is happening?”

Baal answers for him. “It is the fate of a Yaksha.” Electricity begins to crackle around her shoulders, eyes darkening to violet as she calls the power of the storm.

Xiao wants to weep at how much she reminds him of the Electro Yaksha.

Maybe, he muses, he will see his fellow Yakshas again. Maybe he’ll meet Aether and Lumine too, in the place that lies after death. He may finally meet those who used to belong to Mond, the ones that Venti talks of so adoringly.

Zhongli finally draws his polearm, an earthen pillar appearing before him, casting protective gold around the archons. Xiao knows why.

He can feel the wind gusting around him, responding to calls he does not remember sending out. Leaves swirl in the gale, and trees rip their way out of the ground. The pain in his head intensifies as the number of screaming voices triple.

Xiao meets Zhongli’s gaze. Sometime, somehow, over the years, the archons had become his closest confidants. Yet, Zhongli was always his oldest companion, so now, Xiao asks Zhongli to do the impossible.

“Morax,” he croaks, using a name that hasn’t been spoken for ages. “You must.”

Zhongli’s gaze is pained, yet resolute, and that is how Xiao knows that Morax will kill him to save the world. Baal seems to sense this too, and lightning strikes the ground not too far away, anxiously awaiting her command.

It is only Venti who has not yet seemed to grasp the situation. He frowns at both archons. “What must you do, Zhongli?”

Zhongli only shakes his head, and Xiao knows it pains him to be the one who will have to kill the last Yaksha. So he answers Venti, limbs shaking as he desperately tries to contain the whirlwind threatening to tear from his chest.

“He must kill me. If he does not, I fear I will destroy Teyvat. I have lost control over my body, Venti.”

Barbatos’ eyes flash green, and Xiao is yet again reminded of the power of the archons. “No,” he says simply. “You cannot die. To live for thousands of years, to drink with us, all this time? You cannot die like this.”

Xiao loses concentration, just a tiny sliver, yet the gust of wind that tears from him shears the top off of a nearby mountain. He groans, harnessing the gale yet again, even as the action forces him to his knees.

“Morax,” he says again. “Please.”

Zhongli looks at him, and the archon’s eyes are glistening in the light of the dancing flames, as wind whips his hair into his face.

“Alatus,” he says, and his voice is full of hurt and resignation. “It has been an honor.”

Yes, Xiao wants to answer back, but he cannot force his mouth to move. He just nods, shaking his head as if he can jar the wailing into silence.

Venti starts towards Zhongli, power thrumming at the edges of his fingers, seemingly ready to resort to battle in order to prevent Xiao’s death, and that is when Baal moves. She slams into Venti, pushing him into the ground, even as wind starts to whirl around them - Venti’s magic, not Xiao’s. Her element locking curse comes a second later, binding itself around Venti, even as he hisses at her in protest.

“Xiao,” Venti cries, twisting as if he can escape the curse. His hat is lost, blown away in the wind, and his hair has come loose from its braids, flying around his face.

“Barbatos,” Xiao whispers. “I never thanked you, for saving me that day.”

Venti pauses, for a second, stunned into silence.

“Thank you,” Xiao says, over the voices in his head. “Thank you.”

Baal only looks at him solemnly, and Xiao stares back at her. They exchange no words, but Baal just nods, once, the simple gesture conveying everything he needs to know.

Xiao holds her gaze for a few more seconds, turning back to find the point of Zhongli’s spear resting above his heart.

Zhongli's face is twisted in grief, yet his blade still hits true, sliding into the hollow space between Xiao's third and fourth ribs.

Xiao chokes, the whirl of wind around him finally dying out. His legs buckle and he falls ungraciously, feeling gentle hands grasping at his clothes as he does.

Somewhere, Venti is screaming his name.

The wailing inside his skull is dissipating, and near the edges of his sight, Xiao can make out swirls of color. At first, he thinks they are the archons, and his failing body cannot see the details of their faces. Then, he recognizes a blue that does not belong to those in the present.

“Rest,” Zhongli whispers, as Xiao fades. “Rest, Alatus.”

And Xiao does, letting himself fall into the embrace of the Yaksha's, who are only becoming clearer, even as Xiao dies.

~

637 years later, a scholar strolls through the bookshelves of Sumeru's most famous academy, searching for a piece of information that could support her thesis.

She turns into a lane labelled Mondstadt: The City of Freedom, and begins to scan the titles, careful to replace everything exactly where she finds it.

There are two other travelers within the small space between the bookshelves, and they're talking to each other, quite loudly.

The scholar frowns. No matter how foreign these travelers are, the rule of silence in a library should be universal.

The first traveler, a tall man with golden eyes and umber hair that falls to his lower back flips another page in his book, completely ignoring his companion. A jade spear is strapped across his back, and the scholar thinks idly that the weapon looks more like a piece of art, with great wings of green jade shattering outwards from the main spike.

The tall man's companion is quite short, with yellow cat like eyes and evergreen tufts of hair, a pink pearl necklace slung loosely around his throat. His boyish grin seems quite misplaced.

It only takes the scholar a few moments to figure out why.

A few months ago, the scholar had studied ancient folklore of Liyue. Among them was a tale of several Yakshas, the last of whom had supposedly been buried beneath a statue of himself, on the highest peak in Liyue.

The man standing before her looks exactly the same as the grainy photo in the text. However, in the scroll of lore, the last Yaksha had worn a fierce scowl across his features, nothing like the one that stands before her now.

"Come, Zhongli," the should-be-dead Yaksha says, tugging on his friend's sleeve. "Baal is waiting for us."

"Baal can wait a while longer," the taller man says, turning the page of his book a while longer, which the scholar now sees is a copy of The Ruling System of Mondstadt: Grandmasters and Cavalry Captains.

"You said you wanted me to learn more about Mond, didn't you?" the taller man continues. "Besides, I am quite intrigued as to exactly who this 'Kaeya' is, the one you keep referencing."

The yaksha frowns. "Kaeya," he says. "Diluc's brother."

At his companion's blank stare, the yaksha says. "I'll remind you later," he chides. "We really must be going, Zhongli."

The scholar startles, embarrassed that she eavesdropped for so long. However, she still hears what the tall man says back.

"Fine. Let us go, Venti."

[barbatos-devotee]

Fight For You

Genshin x Reader

Character: Xiao

Gender: Female

A/N: Sorry I didn’t get this out sooner! I’ve been writing and drawing some other things because I didn’t entirely know how I was gonna wrote this one lmao.. but now I do! Enjoy!

You were an adventurer, popular in the guild for your strength and your personality. You were no five-star, but you had enough confidence in your skills and ability that you got practically every job you’d ever done handled with ease. Hilichurls with a Mitachurl leader? No biggie. The group of Fatui barring entrance to Guili Plains? No sweat. A group of bandits trying to steal treasure from the scholars? Why, you could beat them with your eyes closed. You and your Pyro Vision were a threat to anyone who’d encountered you, and the giant claymore you carried on your back made sure no one with ill intent bothered you. Not to mention, you were sort of dating the adeptus that resided in Wangshu Inn, so that gave you a sort of invincibility as well. Your strength was second only to the Traveller, and you were very proud of your ability to handle anything.

Well, that was until you got a certain commission.

The job was to take out a Lawrachurl hanging out by some ruins. The difficulty was a little higher for you, you had to admit. Usually a party would go with you to handle the giant, geo-attuned things, but you’d decided to go on your own, confident in your ability to beat it. It had been a piece of cake so far, the shield was down and you were certain that the thing’s health was on its last legs. And just as you got in your final hit, the one that turned it to dust, something you weren’t expecting surprised you. And launched you across the ruins, really. You cried out in pain as you hit the stone wall, realizing you’d been hit by a rocket. Your (e/c) eyes turned to look at what had attacked you, and they subsequently widened when you spotted a Ruin Hunter climbing out from the rubble. The Lawrachurl’s attacks had unearthed and awoken it.

Well, shit. You weren’t too good at fighting Ruin Guards, Ruin Hunters, or even Ruin Graders! The things were far too dangerous, and it took you a whole party of strong vision users to even bring it down. And you were, at the moment, alone. Struggling to your feet, holding your side in pain, you just barely had enough time to leap out of the way of the mechanical monstrosity as it lunched for you, it’s bladed arm impaling the wall where you once stood. You clenched your teeth, glaring at the thing. Flames crackled around your form as you readied your claymore, but your balance was slightly off due to the wound on your side. But that didn’t matter, you had to take this thing down. You gave a battle cry as you rushed towards it, smacking it with your weapon as it had converted into it’s vulnerable form. You know, the one where it rained bombs on you from the sky from a safe distance? Yeah, that one. It stuttered and went down, and you proceeded to smack it with as much force and flame as you could muster. You stood back as it rose back up, and you fled to the side as it tried lunging for you again. You weren’t quick enough, however, and it’s blade slashed your side.

Hm.. maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. You clenched your sides, both injured now, and fought back tears of pain as you remembered what Xiao had told you. “There’s no shame in running.” That’s really good advice, you reasoned, you were going to follow it. And so, you ran. The Ruin Hunter followed and attacked you for a few miles, before you could finally hide from it’s sight and lose it. Shuddering from your position inside of a small ruin, you sighed, and looked down at your body. You should try and fix this before you continued, or else you’d bleed out in the plains.

Xiao sat on the balcony of Wangshu Inn, looking out over the land as he usually did. His eyes scanned the ground as he watched citizens, Millieth and merchants wandering around, all interacting with each other. He looked for your form amongst them, wondering if you would be visiting today. You usually did, you always made time to see him, no matter how long it took you to do your commissions. You’d even arrive in the middle of the night sometimes, so waiting was nothing new to him, but today.. you said you’d be done with your work early. What was taking you so long? And Xiao couldn’t help but have this dreadful feeling in his gut, like something was wrong.. His golden eyes flicked to the side at the sight of movement, and then they widened. There; on the ground, stumbling in from the plains, walked your bruised and bloodied body. Your clothes were ripped, and you were missing a large portion of your pants fabric, which had been torn off and tied around your torso as makeshift bandages. The people around you were panicked, worrying for you as they tried to get you help. You just gave a tired smile, as though it was no big deal. Somehow, that hurt Xiao the most. He jumped down from his spot on the balcony, pushing someone aside as he reached out to catch your falling form.

“(Y/n)?! What happened?! Why are you so hurt? Who did this-?!” Xiao cried, his eyes filled with fear and worry as he picked you up bridal style and rushed you towards the Inn. You gave a weak chuckle, shrugging your shoulders.

“That Ruin Hunter wasn’t playing around. It scraped me up a bit. Then some hilichurls decided to hit me on my way back. Kinda sucked not gonna lie.” Xiao glared at you, astonished that you could joke at a time like this. You were taken to a doctor to help stabilize you and give you some pre-medication help, but they couldn’t do much. It took a while to bring you to Liyue, where you were then given to QiQi to help with your healing. As you rested in the bed, Xiao sat next to you, having been with you the entire time, absolutely refusing to let you go.

“You idiot.. why would you go in there by yourself..? You could have died... stupid.” Xiao pressed his hands to his eyes, wiping away the tears that began to form in them. “You’re only mortal. If you die, what- what will I do without you?” A hand came up to meet his face, and Xiao looked down, his eyes wide. You were smiling at him, your (e/c) eyes sparkling with affection.

“It’s okay Xiao. I’m going to be okay. But you’re right, it was a bit too much for me.”

“Of course it was! You should have taken a party, or.. or you could have asked me for help! You know I would have come with you, I’d be willing to fight for you!” Xiao exclaimed, his face a mix of anger and sadness. The tears he tried to hold back before began falling down his cheeks, and he angrily wiped at them.

“I know.. I know. But you’re meant to protect Liyue. What if something happened if you’d left with me? I couldn’t pull you away from your duty for that.” You explained, using your thumb to wipe away your boyfriend’s tears. He guided your hand back down to the bed, not wanting you to hurt yourself, but not letting go.

“What good is it to protect Liyue, if I can’t even protect you? You can be more selfish with me, especially when it comes to dangerous things like this...” Xiao leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, the both of you closing your eyes in tearful content. “I would be devastated if I lost you.. please, be more careful.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to the adeptus’ cheek.

“I will. I promise. I love you, Xiao.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

The two of you sat in content silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. Adventuring will come at a later time, it’d take a while for you to get better, but at least now you knew. No matter what, Xiao would always be there to fight for you. To love you and just be there for you.

And that was all you needed.

[seraphimbear]

for the hcs: how mornings would be w each of the beatles :)

thank you for the ask!! sorry i took so long to post this i’m a dum dum and i accidentally saved it to my drafts

george:

okay so everyone knows baby boy is a cuddler

suprise suprise, he’d be completely wrapped around you when you woke up like a little sleepy koala

something tells me he’d also kick off the duvet covers in the middle of the night too rip

you’d wake up when a cold breeze flies through the window, only to feel his soft breaths tickling your neck

and his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek

he’s also a very heavy sleeper so you’d probably have to wiggle out of his grip if you’re planning on actually getting out of bed

it’s not such a bad thing though, you’d get to see a sleeping geo every morning :’)

the sunlight painting his skin, his soft hair beautifully framing his face, his lips all relaxed and delicate

like a fucking work of art, he is

oh and when he wakes up,, get ready to fall in love all over again

he’d roll out of bed and go straight to the kitchen to make some tea/coffee/hot chocolate for you both

oh and some crumpets (or marmite toast depending on how he’s feeling)

he would always always always make breakfast for you and no i don’t take criticisms

you’re his baby and he’d just wants to spoil you :’)

plus he’d still be tired so he’d hope that he could bribe you into going back to bed with him for the rest of the day

“c’mon, just a few more hours?”

“nothin’ wrong with sleepin’ in a little”

“i was in the middle of a good dream as well >:(“

he doesn’t dwell on it for long, though

especially if you start playing with his hair

oh my god he’d love it

just running your fingers through the soft strands

he’d be purring like a tiny little kitten

john:

listen he may be 5’10” but he’d act like the tiniest little thing when he wakes up

say, you’re making breakfast in the kitchen, he’d wrap his arms around you from behind and hide his face in your neck

maybe give little kisses

oh and his hands!!! he’d adore you playing with them

eating breakfast, listening to the birds sing outside your window, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles

sleepy john just loves feeling loved, you know?

occasionally he’d want to bath together

mainly just so he has an excuse to cuddle you some more like the big softy he is

and he’d love for you to make him feel beautiful when he’s getting changed

giving him very subtle compliments that make him all blushy

he'd laugh it off and tell you to shut up

which, in john language, basically means "thank you i love you pls don't stop"

ringo:

BREAKFAST IN BED

EVERY MORNING

this boy is consistent

he'd always be up before you, giving you a kiss on the forehead before rolling out of bed

some mornings he’d definitely crawl back into bed with you and accidentally wake you up with the cold chill of his rings sending shivers across your skin

mornings tend to be quite chilly so he’d just want to be as close as possible

maybe take a warm shower together, gently washing each others hair, drawing smiley faces on the foggy mirrors :’)

he’d want you to brush his hair too

he absolutely adores the delicacy of your touch

he would definitely not want to leave for work

he’d begrudgingly trudge out the front door, an overdramatised pout on his lips as he bids you farewell

paul:

horny

i mean what who said that

but no as much as he liked to take the piss out of george for being a cuddlebug, he’d definitely love a good cuddle every now and then

some mornings you wake up and he’s hugging you like a teddy, face buried in your neck

he might look all delicate and precious when he’s asleep but my god does he move around a lot in the night

whether it be flailing himself out of bed, accidentally hitting himself in the face and waking up with a gasp, sleep-dancing, you name it

anyway

he’d usually wake up around the same time you do

he would undoubtedly love it if you played with his soft hair in the mornings

maybe read to him as the sunrises, his head resting on your chest as he feels your gentle heartbeat, the vibrations of your voice bringing a sweet smile to his lips

yeah sure you might wake up with bruises from paul’s sleep-fighting or whatever, but looking at his fluttering eyelashes and beautifully parted lips, it’s hard to be too cross with him

you may have to pull him out of bed to go to work

the bed’s just so comfy and you’re so warm, why does he have to go >:(

he does concede after a few kisses from his beloved, though

oh and he’d be very very fond of the way you wrap your arms around him as he looks over his outfit in the mirror, maybe straightening his tie a little

you remember that scene in up where ellie fixes carl’s tie every morning? yeah that’s basically paul’s secret fantasy

when he looks at you in the mornings his brain is just “pretty baby 🥺 my darling 🥺🥰 my angel 💖 my love 💞💗💞”

[archonanqi]

fragile as dust  / 2

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ch 2 | a meeting of sorts

    You slumped into your corner, careful to keep your heavy breaths quiet. The Vision hummed silently in the crisp night air. It was cold, wherever they were keeping you — most likely deep within the mountain ranges of Liyue. 

    You’d heard of the horror stories: adventurers and hikers getting lost in the mountains, encountering monsters out of nightmares, emerging from the mountains months later, changed. 

    It was these warning tales that stayed your hand, keeping you from enacting the first risky escape plan that popped into your head. Besides the temperature and the terrain, there was also the matter of food and exhaustion. Certainly, you knew your way around the flora and fauna of Liyue — all those years scrounging for berries and sunsettia had taught you the poisonous plants from the safe ones — but how long could you subsist on on fruit alone while being pursued by the traffickers? How far could you run, with your feet weak from disuse and body sore from the cold stone floor that you’ve slept on for months?

    Besides, in the precious few hours each day that the men weren’t next to your cell, playing cards and describing the ugly things they’d like to do to you, you’d made no progress learning to use the Geo Vision. The most you’d managed to do was move a pebble from one end of the cell to the other, and even that took all the breath out of your lungs.

    It’s for the best, you decided, that you take it slowly. The Vision all but ensured your eventual escape. It was a promise that you would be able to tear it all to the ground — this trafficking hideout, every single man who had laid their grimy hands on you in the last two months. 

    You just had to be patient.

    “Are you listening to me, bitch?” A sharp rap on the cell bars jolted you out of your reverie.

    “My name is Hansi,” you said, quietly. 

    “Yeah yeah,” the man at your cell grinned a rotten, toothless grin. “Glad you’re not broken yet, ‘cause guess what, lil’ lady? You’ve just been sold!” He tossed a ball of fabric through the bars, nonchalantly, like he hadn’t just shattered your world. It hit your chest and falls to the dusty floor. “Get dressed, we’re leaving in an hour.”

    The men stayed for a little while more to gloat over your horror, and then returned to their card game once that gets boring. The chill in your veins didn’t go away, even as you slowly reached down and picked up your “new” clothes. It was a plain white dress, a faint layer of dirt caked down the side from where it touched the floor. You shook it out and stared at it mutely.

   Sold. To a rich Liyuean nobleman, no doubt, the kind that was all honor and polite smiles in public, but a monster under the table, behind closed doors. You knew the type, you’d /known/ them in more ways than one, in hotels and inns and empty family homes after they’d tossed you a bag of Mora or two. 

    You couldn’t escape yet. You weren’t strong enough, good enough, not worthy. The Geo Vision pulsed warmly at your chest, and you quickly slipped the dress on to stop the orange glow from spilling out into the dark cell. You told yourself that you would survive this, would survive whatever this /man/could do to you — just like you’d survived everything the world has thrown at you, your whole life.

    But when the traffickers opened the door, the dread and fear almost brought you to your knees. How would you hide your Vision from this man? How would you find time to practice using it, between your having to entertain him, and the inevitable—? What did he look like? Big, tall, rough—? 

    You choked back a sob, and grasping at your last shreds of dignity, took your first step out of the cell. You would not cry. You would never give them the pleasure of seeing you cry.

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    They blindfolded you before you exited the building. You wondered why they thought you’d ever willingly come back. You weren’t sure how long you’d walked, by the time they finally ripped the blindfold off — an hour, at least — but the exhaustion and soreness in the soles of your feet were forgotten almost immediately when you blinked against the sudden brightness and found yourself back in Liyue Harbor.

    The city had not been kind to you, not once since you were abandoned in an alley at the age of four, but it would always be home. You breathed in the salty seaspray, the wind whipping through your hair, the lingering smells of chop suey and fried seafood. 

    You wondered if you’d ever be able to freely step foot in the harbor again.

    The two men escorting you ushered you wordlessly into a winding alley you’d never been to before, then into a small metal side door of an unremarkable building. The hallway opened up into a small room — a tea room of sorts, adorned with thick tapestries full of poetry you couldn’t dream of comprehending. In the center of the room stood a large darkwood table. And across it, sitting in one of the chairs and sipping from a tea set that, you knew without a doubt, cost more than whatever he paid for you, was your new master.

    You hesitated to call him a man, and not for the usual reasons. He — the tea set, the whole damn place — exuded so much class that you could barely stand to be in his presence: his long dark hair, pulled back into a ponytail, its tips tapering into a dark orange; his coat, an intricately woven design of gold and black, dragons and silk. But none of that compared to his eyes — that rich amber gaze that seems to rend you through from behind heavy lids. 

    “Hello,” he said, finally, placing down the teacup. Even that little motion was charged with grace and dignity. “I’ve been expecting you.” 

    His voice knocked the wind right out of your lungs. It was deep, rich, regal. You had met your fair share of Liyue noblemen, and none had come close to grazing a fraction of this man’s imposing presence. Who was he?

    “We’re very sorry for the tardiness, sir. This idiot dragged her feet the entire way,” one of your escorts wheedled. You noticed a scar on his left eyebrow, and dearly wished that you could give him another on his right one. “What are you waiting for? Apologize,” Eyebrow-Scar ordered sharply, gripping your the back of your head with his greasy fingers and forcing your gaze downward.

    “I am sorry, sir,” you whispered, the hoarseness of your own voice startling you. You kept your eyes trained on the ground. Even the man’s boots were gorgeous, intricate gold patterns weaving across black leather. Just how much money did he have?

    “This one ain’t had the best upbringing,” Eyebrow-Scar said, finally taking his hand off of your head. “But ‘m sure she’ll be enough for whatever sir wants to use her for.” He and the other guard burst into ugly laughter. You snuck a glance at your new master’s face, searching for any sign of anger, disgust, or disdain. His chiseled features were pulled into an amiable mask of apathy as he waited for the men to finish laughing. 

    “Well, I appreciate doing business with you gentlemen,” he said, after the snorts had died down into awkward silence. Was it your imagination, or was his voice a little tighter than it was a minute ago? “I trust that the payment has been received?” 

    It wasn’t your imagination — the air of the room had grown almost physically denser, heavier, weighing down crushingly on you.

    “Yessir,” Eyebrow-Scar said, shifting uncomfortably. “Err, ‘s there else you need us for?” 

    “I don’t believe so.” The man nodded towards the exit. “Do shut the door on your way out.”

    Your two escorts almost broke into a jog, scrambling over each other to get out of the room.

    And then: it was just you and him.

[kimjoongs]

ateez playing genshin

hongjoong

mains: albedo and mona

initially wasnt interested in playing but then he heard the soundtrack from another member’s phone and was intrigued

ended up staying up all night just playing the game

chose lumine to be the traveler bc he thought she was cool (sorry aether </3)

gets rlly rlly into the lore and is a sucker for the graphics and music

spends most of his time just talking to npc’s and reading everything they have to say

failed the gliding test many times so he asked yunho to do it for him

“you just follow the rings–”

“i’m TRYING”

gets scared when the music suddenly changes as a crowd of hilichurls comes running towards him

has a personal vendetta against paimon idk why but he does

played co-op once with san and yunho but instantly regretted it bc they kept teleporting and leaving him behind

seonghwa

mains: diona

doesnt rlly know what he’s doing but he thinks the game is very pretty <3

aether is his traveler and seonghwa is v attached to him

knows all of the names of the npc’s in monstadt so whenever he passes by them he greets them out loud “hi flora” “oh hey huffman” “SARAAAAH”

always gasps when he finds a seelie and gets all :D as he follows it

keeps falling off the mountains bc he underestimates how tall they are and loses stamina before he reaches the top

absolutely DETESTS doing quests in dragonspine

“wHY IS THERE NO TORCH HERE”

*comes across a frostarm lawachurl* “haha NO <3″

“oh don’t worry joel i’ll find your dad!” *5 minutes later* “nvm fuck your dad sorry joel”

has so many ingredients in his inventory so he’s always stocked with food

always denies wooyoung’s request to join

yunho

mains: amber, lisa or kaeya

the first person in the group who started playing genshin and downloaded the game just a few days after it came out

HAS SO MANY GOOD FUCKING CHARACTERS but always mains the three mentioned above bc “they’ve been w me since the beginning you don’t understand the bond we have”

he and san have the most experience w the game so they’re always helping out the other members

absolutely LOVES liyue and likes to glide around bc it’s so pretty

when he’s on the ground he likes to hop around instead of sprint bc according to him it’s more fun that way

he thinks the slimes are cute

is supersuper lucky and gets a new character w every pull (he cried when he got zhongli)

he’s super knowledgeable about how the game works and when he’s trying to explain the other members are like ????? but they just smile and nod bc yunho literally lights up talking about it and they would rather punt themselves into the sun than make him upset

spends lots of his mora leveling up his weapons so as a result he’s always low on that “spare mora pls”

yeosang

mains: qiqi

doesnt really know what he’s doing pt 2 but he’s vibing

started panicking when he had to run (glide) from the knights of favonius and COULD NOT find diluc’s tavern for the longest time

“aww look at the cute animals” he says as he aims his arrow at it

teleports to a statue of the seven in the middle of a boss fight bc all of his characters are dead and he has no food left

wants to throttle tf out of paimon

collects potatoes and radish in the middle of a fight

he’ll put off doing quests but ends up gaining more quests to do so he ends up having like 238743875 different quests

purposefully bumps into the npc’s bc he thinks it’s funny

he, wooyoung, and san all played co-op tgt but ended up just playing hide n seek in liyue

forgot that wangshu inn had an elevator so he’s been taking the stairs the whole time

san

mains: tartaglia/childe

has a personal vendetta against reckless pallad and refuses to save him

the geo hypostasis is the bane of his very existence and he almost cursed it out on more than one occasion

spent 10 minutes trying to climb qingyun peak only to fall off once he reached the top </3

complained a lot during his quest w albedo

“why are we doing all these experiments”

“i am NOT drinking that potion—fuck okay i’m drinking the potion”

“why are you giving me a sword did you steal the sword albedo what the hell”

has the BIGGEST soft spot for razor and he most likely cried a little a lot when he met him for the first time

he rarely ever uses the free characters that the game gives him in the beginning

likes to climb the anemo archon statue in monstadt and sit in its hands

mingi

mains: closes his eyes and whoever he lands on is his main (it’s sucrose)

saw a ruin guard just chilling and immediately turned right back around

has the fattest crush on diluc but dont we all

“...do i have enough stamina to swim across that? i think i do” *ends up drowning not even halfway*

gets super excited whenever he finds a chest but doesnt like having to fight enemies to unlock it

“ooh i see a chest—” *slimes pop up from who knows where* “nevermind”

he gets really into the cut scenes and watches them so intently it’s cute

takes a long time to get his ar up bc he mostly enjoys running around and playing casually

he HATES timed fights bc it stresses him out

racks up a lot of primogems but never really uses them for some reason

feels bad whenever he has to switch a character in his party bc he needs a character with a diff element

“icb the game lets us use good characters during certain quests but then rips them away from us as soon as the quest is over i call scam—”

wooyoung

mains: ningguang or fischl

he was in the middle of a quest but completely forgot about it bc he saw an anemoculus and spent forever trying to get it

likes to bully timmie on a daily basis

“sorry timmie i need fowl” *does an elemental burst on the birds*

he knew how much seonghwa wanted to get diluc so when wooyoung pulled him he rubbed it in seonghwa’s face for 2 whole weeks

during the quests where he has to be sneaky, he always got caught and almost threw his phone after having to restart for the 10th time

when he plays co-op with any of the other members, wooyoung just starts attacking them w his weapons

“fuck the fatui everyone hates the fatui....except tartaglia i like him”

gets annoyed when he sees hilichurls running after him

“i’m just trying to deliver food LEAVE ME ALONE”

will be in the middle of doing a quest when he sees a dog and spends 5 minutes just standing next to it

jongho

mains: diluc

he’s more of a silent player, meaning that he plays the game a LOT but isn’t as vocal about it

“hey jongho what ar are you?” “30″ “...didnt you just start playing three days ago?

*shrugs* “yeah”

the members who have a lower world level than him ask him if he can do co-op and help them defeat some enemies that they’re having trouble w but jongho’s like nah do it yourself

finishes all of his commissions in like 2 minutes

he agrees w diluc and also has a thing against the knights of favonius

“who was the one who defeated stormterror? yeah that’s right ME”

“i snuck in to steal the holy lyre and none of them noticed pssh amateurs”

the only person he’ll play co-op with is yunho and the two of them just wreak havoc all over liyue and monstadt

had to fight 3 ruin guards at the same and hated every second of it

instead of sprinting on the ground he just hops/glides from roof to roof

[whatistastyinbusan]

artwork || j.jk oneshot

Pairing: singer! jungkook x artist! reader (gender-neutral)

Summary: in which y/n, an artist frustrated by the lack of inspiration in life, finds themselves some motivation in the form of jeon jungkook at a bar.

inspired by pied piper jungkook, joonpiter's edit of still with you - jk but it's open mic night at your local bar and you're falling in love with him 

Word Count: 3.0k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: hi, sorry if this is annoying BUT one very important thing: before you read this, listen to the video linked above to set the mood (believe me, it does wonders) or listen to it while reading. Okay, now onto the one-shot!

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You could not see how coming to a bar would help you find the inspiration that you were so desperately trying to get a hold of.

It had been three weeks - three weeks - since you had even picked up a pencil and put it down on paper. Art, as it seemed to be, was your escape; a safe haven, a vent for emotions that when pent up led to nights full of tossing or turning and not a wink of sleep, a channel through which you could craft your thoughts, letting the pencil in your hand guide you on what to do.

But when picking up that same pencil led to nothing but scribbles and bunched up pieces of paper in the trash, thoughts and emotions tended to get a little overwhelming. By that, you meant that they would render you helpless as you felt like ripping out your hair in frustration or screaming until nothing but hoarse whispers would come out of your throat.

You'd spent hours scrolling through social media, trying to find something that would spark your interest, but at the end of the night, always came up empty-handed. That was your routine for the past two weeks. You had even attempted to go out for a day, visiting places like the city and the library and the small lake near your house, but it seemed like nothing was piquing your interest these days.

Everything was bland, flavourless. The sunset - that would usually make you take out your phone camera and capture its beauty so that you could use a paintbrush and transfer the beauty from a screen to paper, stroke by stroke - now didn't even manage to make you bat an eye. The little flowers that grew in the cracks on the sidewalk - the same ones that would make you crouch down and hastily draw on your hand so that you could go home and recreate them in a better fashion, would be crumpled beneath the soles of your shoes. The smiles of strangers - that would usually imprint themselves onto your mind, so that you could sit near the window at home and think about how happy they looked while you sketched every single line of their face onto some medium - would make you walk right by and become just a distant memory.

Against your better judgement, you reluctantly decided to consult your friends, sick and tired of mind blanks and art blocks, hands itching to dispel the thoughts inside your head, to tell the world about you. The answers you got were...very diverse, you could say.

You got all sorts of recommendations, ranging from bungee jumping to strip clubs (you had almost died of asphyxiation while the friend who recommended it was too busy laughing her head off).

And unfortunately, the least bizarre idea out of the lot was a bar.

You considered the option; really thought over it for a solid ten minutes. It would be a change to your daily routine, which might be the reason for your lack of inspiration. Seeing the same things every day may have just become too mundane for you. A bar, on the other hand, would be a nice addition of spice to your life. Not enough to completely shake you, like strip clubs, but enough to make sure you didn't die of being inspiration-less (you weren't sure if that was actually a word, but you couldn't care less at that point).

So that's how you found yourself, breathing shallow and nerves firing rapidly, outside a bar near your house.

You didn't want to be the centre of attention. God, no. You wanted to blend in enough to observe some people from afar (now that you realized, that sounded borderline creepy). You had your sketchbook tucked safely under your over-sized cardigan, hidden because who on earth brings a sketchbook to a bar? You mentally rehearsed your plan of action; enter and be as inconspicuous as you could, make a beeline for a seat hidden in the shadows of the room and not come out until inspiration had struck you.

Once you were confident that you weren't going to trip over your own two feet, you swung open the door and felt the warm air of the room hit you, a tingling sensation flooding over your body as it adjusted to the new temperature. You heard a bell chime overhead, signalling your arrival, so you booked it to a little table right at the back, partially obscured under the lighting of the room before anyone could actually spot you.

Murmurs of conversation happening around you reached your ears, but you were sure that all of your senses had just short-circuited, like some nerve in your body had just decided to disconnect itself, resulting in a numbing sensation.

But your senses couldn't have short-circuited, because your ears picked up something and you couldn't tell if you were still alive or had died and gone to heaven.

A voice. A heavenly, serene, soulful voice.

Your eyes travelled towards the dais towards the side of the bar and saw what you could only describe as a living masterpiece, right there, on the raised platform. Long fingers clasped the microphone stand as the boy, who looked no older than 24, swayed lightly with the music playing overhead. Black, wavy hair framed his face, partly covering his eyes, but you could see that they were closed, too engrossed in the song. He wore nothing but a patterned black long sleeve shirt, top few buttons undone with black tights.

Still with you.

Remember when you said that you wouldn't leave the bar until inspiration struck you? Yeah, well, it struck you like lightning.

Your whole body was in a trance, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop listening to his voice. It was so...so raw and so emotional, that you had almost forgotten about why you came there in the first place.

Whipping out your sketchbook from underneath your cardigan, you wasted no time in trying to capture the pure essence of the boy under the hanging lights of the bar. You had never thought that bar lighting could make someone look so ethereal.

With nothing but just his voice calming you - for all other conversations had died out to let his heartfelt voice float around the place - you worked. You worked so fast, afraid that the inspiration you had found so arduously would run away from you, just like everything else, and yet you worked so slowly and carefully, making sure that you could do the boy's beauty justice, although you doubted that was possible.

Najimagi deullineun i eeokeon soli igeolado eobseumyeon na jeongmal muneojil geos gata

It felt like nothing else existed, nothing else mattered, apart from the pencil and sketchbook in your hand, and the boy and his melodious voice up on the dais. You couldn't focus on the bursts of conversation around you, or the way your wrist was slightly hurting from the way you were sitting, but you couldn't care. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

You were convinced that if you weren't drawing, you would've walked up to the boy, his voice drawing you in like the lure of the pied piper's pipe. It managed to wrap around you, binding you to it, and slowly but steadily pulled you in, all the while murmuring sweet nothings right near the shell of your ear.

It was exhilarating, feeling the craving of rushing to finish something flood through every one of your veins, something that you had almost forgotten the feeling of. You were ever so thankful for the entity on the make-shift stage in front of you, because you were sure that if he hadn't come into your life with his voice, you would've slipped into an abyss, a void and would've failed to come out.

You couldn't tell if it was his voice or the bass reverberating off the walls, that shook you from the inside. For a minute, you had to pause, and had to breathe, letting the notes flood you and fill you, invading every single nook and corner of your being and healing it over. Ambrosia, that's what you would describe his voice and looks as. Sweet, sweet ambrosia. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought that a voice could make you feel complete.

Subconsciously, your foot tapped along with the slow but gripping beat, and occasionally your eyes would flick towards him, and would stay just a second too long.

jeo dari oerowo boyeoseo bamhaneure hwanhage ulgo issneun geot gataseo

And his eyes would meet yours, and stay for a second too long before he looked away and smiled at the audience, who remained awestruck by the blessing in the form of the gorgeous boy on stage, who seemed as if he belonged there, singing his heart out and baring himself for the whole world to see. You decided that his smile, the most radiant of all things; you wanted to pocket it. You wanted to pocket it and keep it safe, never wanting to let it die. Because just like your drawings, his smile held a thousand words. And you wanted to hear every single one of them while your pencil traced the curve of his lips and smile onto a piece of paper, making sure it would never turn upside down.

Four minutes.

Hwangholhaessdeon gieok soge na hollo chumeul chwodo biga naerijanha

That's how long the boy sang for. Every word that left his mouth rattled you from the inside, and yet calmed you like no other meditation technique.

Four minutes.

That's how long you drew for. An incomplete figure, a mess of lines and shading looked back at you from the paper, and fear gripped you like a cold heart.

You weren't going to let him get away. Not before you finished the drawing and pinned it with all your other ones, because that night; that night was like no other.

Never had you felt that way about a sunset, or a bunch of flowers, or a strangers's smile. But he, he made all your worries retreat into a dark corner of your mind with just a smile. And his voice, oh god, you could listen to it all day and all night and never get sick of it. It felt as if he would always be your inspiration, ever ready to help you be yourself.

That boy up on the stage, you thought, was one thing you were sure you would never get tired of seeing, never get tired of drawing because, dear god, did he look absolutely stunning standing there without a care in the world.

Once he drew out the last note, the bar erupted into claps and cheers and you stopped, eyes following his obsidian ones as they crinkled in delight. He bowed to everyone before speaking into the microphone, "Thank you. Thank you, guys."

And then he was stepping off the stage, still smiling and waving at the people who complimented him, and you found yourself walking towards him. You weren't one for confrontations, but you were willing to push aside your fear of socialising for him, just this once.

He noticed you walking towards him, and shook hands with the last person before turning to you.

The two of you stood in silence. Apparently, you had suddenly lost the ability to form a single coherent thought because oh God, he was even more beautiful from up close. Sharp collar bones peeked out from beneath the collar of his shirt, and you somehow missed the tattoos lining his right arm, which was scratching at the back of his neck nervously. You could see a little mole right there, on the tip of his nose, and one right beneath his bottom lip and another one-

"Can I help you?"

Your body jerked a little as you brought your eyes to look at his black ones, and your brain finally put together a sentence as you spoke, voice clearer than your thoughts, "Your voice...it's amazing." You really wanted to say how breathtakingly beautiful he was too, but you decided to hold that back.

He laughed, the apples of his cheeks dusted with light pink as he threw back his head and laughed. And you realised that his laugh was just as precious as his smile. You noticed that his nose scrunched up in the cutest way as he giggled, and his shoulders went up slightly too, as if he was curling into himself. "Thank you. That means a lot to me, coming from someone like you."

You stopped and stared at him. Did he just say what you think you said? No, you probably mishe-

"I feel like you're not done speaking yet," he said softly, and you exhaled deeply. You just hoped that what you were going to say wasn't going to weird him out.

"I...I may have been, um.." you started but trailed off almost immediately after. Get it together y/n, you're better than this.

You closed your eyes and inhaled, before breathing out, "I was, um, drawing you, while you were, uh, singing."

You peeled open your eyes to see him looking at you in...what was it? Shock? Surprise? Disgust?

"You...were drawing me?" he started, and god, you wished he wouldn't stare at you like that, like he was staring into your very soul and unpacking every single layer there was to you, pulling you apart bit by bit and then restoring your pieces with utmost care.

You nodded slightly, but before you could explain your intentions and assure him that you were no creep, he spoke again.

"Can I see it? Please?"

If anyone should know a fact about you, it would be that you are absolutely helpless against puppy eyes. And this guy, the oh so beautiful guy in front of you, was embodying that very look.

You coughed nervously, feeling your cheeks and neck heat up as a million thoughts raced through your head. What if he found it ugly? Or found that you hadn't completed it? Or found that you hadn't gotten his nose right? The possibilities were endless. But despite the thoughts zooming around that head of yours, you cleared your throat, slowly bringing up the unfinished drawing.

"It's not finished, which is why I wanted to...to talk to you." you licked your lips, finding them in an extremely dry state, just like your throat. Maybe you should've ordered a bottle of water.

You got no answer, your breathing stilling as you studied him, his pupils blown wide as he examined the rough sketch in front of him. You could see his eyes roam over every inch of the paper, and shivered, feeling as if he wasn't staring at the drawing, but at you instead.

"It's not-" you started.

"It's..it's heavenly." he breathed, bringing his eyes to look at you, and you could feel your heart melt underneath his soft gaze. You could practically feel the appreciation bouncing off the soft smile his lips held, and wondered how you could feel so loved, so worthy in the eyes of a complete stranger.

"I was wondering if," you broke off to take a deep breath, "I could possibly finish this drawing?"

You looked at him with hopeful eyes, and upon noticing the hesitation in his eyes hastily added, "only if you're okay with it, of course!" You were hoping with all of your willpower that he would agree, but you were respectful of his wishes. You had worked with all sorts of people in the past, and all you valued from those experiences was trust.

If he didn't trust you, then you couldn't draw him. Simple.

The same reluctance danced in his eyes for a minute more before being replaced with something else. Was it admiration? Or was it sympathy?

"I'll be more than happy to model for you," he said, lips stretching into the widest grin you had ever seen, and before you knew it, you were grinning just as hard too. Contagious. That's how you would describe his smile as. It infected you with happiness, lighting up your day like nothing else, embedding nothing but optimism into the dullness of your life.

And in a moment of tempestuous thoughts, you wondered what would it feel like to trace those lips with your fingers instead.

"Could I have your phone please?" he asked, holding out his hand as you passed it to him and for the briefest moment, in the midst of handing it over to him, your fingers brushed against his, and lingered for a while too long to be considered as nothing.

But you said nothing about it, and instead watched as he tapped at your screen with a small smile on his face before giving you back your phone.

He had fed his number into your phone, under the name of Jeon Jungkook with a bunny emoji next to it.

Fitting, you thought. He did remind you of a bunny.

You looked up at him, only to find him exiting the bar and climbing into a cab. And just before he climbed in, he looked back - right at you - and waved, before gesturing to call him later.

You stood in the middle of the floor at the bar, watching as the taxi pulled away, and pocketed your phone and walked out of the bar. You felt the cold air rush to prick at the bits of exposed skin near your neck and wrists, but you were too lost in thought to notice.

Jeon Jungkook, you decided, was an enigma; an artwork. A mystery with too many layers and too many twists. But Jeon Jungkook was also the simplest person you had ever encountered.

And as an artist, you were willing to tell the world about him, were willing to tell the world about Jeon Jungkook.

The boy so beautiful that he stole your heart without even knowing it.

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A/N: et voila, I have posted my very first one-shot! Don't forget to vote and tell me your thoughts or any feedback bcoz your support means the world to me. And last but not least, always remember that you are loved, valid and a beautiful person, inside and out. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise you precious hooman (or they can fight me)

p.s: tell me if you want a part 2 or if you have any other ideas that you might want me to write! :)

[wherearemyglassesbro]

yes please ramble about genshin impact

I wanna talk about play style babes ❤️😭 so I WILL 🤪🤪

Disclaimer! Every character is amazing in their own way! Anyone can be a main dps or any play style is great!! This is just my opinion, which isn’t worth much lmao

Everyone shown will be written about from left to right!!!

Archers:

Fischl: annoying. I can’t stand her voice lines and she’ll stay at level 20 until everyone else is level 90 and I take pity on her and level her up like everyone else. Her charged attack confuses me and she’s just. Annoying. She’s been on my team ONE time! Her first and last time

Venti: This bitch...I’m blessed to have him. His ult attack is epic!! Once I get him artifacts to increase Anemo damage it’s all over for you assholes :) I typically don’t enjoy archers or catalysts because I like being up close and personal with whatever I’m fighting so I can SEE my sword hit it y’know? But Venti makes domains and fighting camps of enemies so easy!! Treasure hoarder camps? Obliterated. Though keep in mind, I really only have him on my team for his ult and charged attacks, everyone else deals the rest of the damage

Amber: She used to have a permanent spot on my team before I found out Venti was actually really good...Didn’t fully understand the game yet :) she’s good! Basic and easy to understand play style! Once I got Bennet though...She is no longer my go-to Pyro :’) sorry girlie...

Diona: I’m sorry but no ❤️ I personally can’t stand playing as the tiny characters. Her voice lines are cute and from what I’ve seen, she’s a great healer!! But I won’t use her, it’s just too much of a hassle since she’s so small. She can’t climb or run as fast as taller characters and it’s just annoying to be so much shorter than whatever I’m fighting :/

Childe: I don’t have him but I got to play as him in his story quest as his play style was??? Confusing??? The whole switching from bow to swords was confusing and hard to keep up with cause I’m just mashing buttons babey!!! If I’m being honest, if I had him I wouldn’t use him much. He’s cool and I love him as a character but he just wouldn’t fit in my team anywhere! That pains me to say...;-;

Ganyu: Regretting skipping her banner :/ I didn’t do her character trial either but I finished her story quest and uh...I missed out! That’s what I get for giving into the ‘cryo Amber’ mindset! Her play style is very fun! I love her ult attack...Damn...I missed out man she would have been awesome on my team for sure.

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Claymores:

Beidou: 100/10, she is SO useful!! She’s on my secondary team and even though she’s only a level 40, she’s a C6!! She’s my ONLY C6 character so I’ve been dumping all of my electro materials into her lately, she is SUCH a hard hitter I love her! I love electro and ice or fire reactions!! She’s the queen of them babe. Shes fast and strong...Pirate woman...

Razor: I’m conflicted cause he’s fun to play as but I have a lot of beef with him. The first problem is a problem I cause myself because one hit and he’s dead. If I don’t have a shield up, he’s a goner two seconds into any fight. My other gripe is that his ult doesn’t carry over to other characters. An example of that is Kaeya’s ice ring or Noelle’s shield! Those carry over between character switches but Razor’s does not. Annoyingggggg!!!

Chongyun: Admittedly, I kinda gave up on building him. There’s only room for one cryo character on my team and that’s Kaeya. His fighting style isn’t all that special but I feel like the game is trying to get me to level him up cause the last 4 domains I’ve done, I’ve been paired with level 80 Chongyun players and they were pretty awesome so...When I have the materials to spare, I might have to invest in this guy lmao

Xinyan: I JUST got her like last week or something so she isn’t leveled up a whole lot but oh man...Her ult is sick. I LOVE the rock and roll theme for her, she’s just awesome! I don’t see her becoming part of either of my main teams but I will definitely use her for domains once I can spare materials to level her up ;-;

Noelle: I used her alllllll the time until I got Zhongli. Her shield is fantastic, you really can’t go wrong with a shield! Other than that...I can’t really say anything else about her :’) her play style is similar to the other claymores which doesn’t really allow her to stand out much

Diluc: he’s an honorable mention. I don’t have him...But I want him so bad. My pity is at 50/50 so I’ll either get Hu Tao or him!! (Or Qiqi, Mona, Keqing or Jean but I don’t wanna talk about that). People make him so strong, even when he’s lower leveled he still hits hard! I’d love love love to have him on my team

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Catalysts:

Lisa: the og catalyst...I like her as a character but man oh man...She just doesn’t fit on any team! Her play style is fun! Her voice lines are flirty, she’s just a fun character uggghhh I’d love to actually play with her more! Beidou is just the better electro for my team so Lisa will sit on the sidelines for awhile :’)

Ningguang: I poured all of my geo resources I to Zhongli so she literally never got the chance to even be on a team. I leveled her up enough to get that free wish but...Yeah...I have only played as her during a character trial even though I have her! Idk, she just wouldn’t fit on my team. Some people make her super strong which I admire!!

Barbara: fantastic I love everything about her! She and Bennet swap places on my main team every hour or so but when she’s paired with Kaeya, she’s just awesome!! She just works well with others! And she sings :’) other than that her play style isn’t exactly anything special! She’s just a character I can swap out a lot and she just FITS in my main team?? Amazing

Mona: Still in the process of leveling her up, I really enjoy her play style! Not a fan of catalysts but... I did something the other day when I switched artifacts around and now she does pretty good damage?? Idk what I did but she’s more fun to play as now! My only gripe is when she sprints, she turns into a puddle! So when I want to dodge or do short bursts of sprinting she leaps in and out of the floor like STOP IT HAJSLSSK the splashing is SO LOUD for WHAT lmao I love her though! Solid spot on the secondary team

Sucrose: she is so underleveled but I made an all Anemo team just for giggles...And now I want to actually buff her up. It’ll take a lot of time and material farming but she has a lot of potential to work well with Pyro and hydro characters with her swirl effect!! :)

Klee: Again, not a fan of the kiddos. I don’t even remember when I played as her, it might have been her trial or in a story quest somewhere but I just didn’t enjoy her play style. She throws bombs which don’t always go off immediately so I’m sitting there like ???? Blow up??? And then they don’t? Confusing!!!

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Swords:

Kaeya: Oh yes my big sexy man hello sir 👀 he is never leaving my team!! Never! I’ve formed an emotional attachment to him and uh well he’s level 74 now and overpowers all of my 5 stars except Zhongli. When he’s paired up with Barbara and they both activate their water/ice swirls?? That’s my favorite thing in the whole world I LOVE freeze reactions! Ugh absolutely flawless! My only gripe about his play style is that sometimes he turns away when firing his ice and I’m like NO THE OTHER WAY it’s called auto aim or something idk, most characters do it at some point...It’s just ten times more annoying when he does it :)

Jean: I got Jean very recently so she isn’t at her best yet but WOW she is an amazing healer!! Like wow, she’s giving Bennet a run for his money. I have no complaints about her! Her play style is kinda basic. I do love how she can just blow enemies away though, that’s fun!! Especially in co op when I can blow my teammates off cliffs :) I don’t really use her though...She isn’t on my main or secondary team...rip

Bennet: Benny’s adventure team!!! He and Barbara swap spots on my main team a lot! He’s a great healer! Not as good as Barb but I’m still working on him!! He’s kinda just there for moral support, he’s too under leveled to really do any damage :’) he’s just...a cute lil guy :’) I like having him on my team :’) his play style is very basic which makes it easy to swap him in and out for other characters

Xingqiu: his ult and charged attacks take FOREVER to load!! I love him as a character but I have no patience for load times. Off to the sidelines he goes! He’s cool and fun but man!!! In the heat of battle I don’t have time to wait!! I need that hydro burst so I can get an elemental reaction!! I don’t have 30 seconds to wait, my liege!!

Aether: there’s a difference between Anemo traveler and Geo traveler!! Geo traveler is better BUT when he produces thise rock balls?? That’s beyond obnoxious especially in domains. STOP MAKING BALLS IN DOMAINS!!! You’re just raising enemies into the air and now your teammates can’t reach!! The geo ult is good though :) Anemo traveler is alright, I cant complain but geo is just superior :)

Albedo: I don’t have him but I tried him out during his character trial...He’s hot but I’m just not a huge fan of his play style. He summons an elevator...Eh. If I had him he would kinda just...sit on the sidelines

Keqing: oh wow she is just SO AWESOME!! If I got her instead of Diluc I honestly wouldn’t be mad. I’d have to frantically rearrange my teams for he to fit somewhere but it would be worth it. Her character trial showed me how fast she is and how fast her ult/charged attacks charge up! Her ult looks AMAZING and if I activated a shield around her and Kaeya’s ice thing I think she’d obliterated domains! I’d love to have her on my team golly jeez

Qiqi: Again, not a fan of the small characters :( people use her in domains all the time and she’s an awesome healer! But if I had her I probably would not use her :/ anti child

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Polearms:

Zhongli: I can’t imagine NOT using him on my team. Having a shield is a must because I’m a huge wimp!! And I’ve finally built him enough that he will occasionally do 10k damage...Only when he feels like it I guess. It’s happened like 4 times and I just scream every time it’s awesome!! His burst attack is awesome and I know I’ve said it already but I enjoy being up close when fighting, not standing and shooting from the side. When his shield is up, this man takes zero damage and just deals hits left and right!! He’s a staple for my team for sure

Xiao: I really loved his story quest and his fighting style is fun HOWEVER he is just....Annoying to fight with. He takes damage with his own ult attack???? That’s obnoxious! And then I have to make room on my team for a support when I play with him :/ it isn’t a huge deal, I enjoy playing with Barbara and Bennet but my dream team (Zhongli, Venti, Kaeya and Xiao) just can’t work out cause Xiao’s constantly on life support. Other than that, I like his dash attacks and even though his ult kills him, it deals a lot of damage! Still building him up to add him to the main team :)

Xiangling: I love her, she’s adorable and I love Gouba but I just poured all of my materials into Bennet and everyone else so I never got the chance to properly build her. She’s kinda just stuck at level 31....Waiting for her chance to be on a team. I used to use her often when I was like ar20! I’ve kinda grown away from her, I’m not even sure why I guess :’) her play style is fine! I just like...Other characters more ;-; I feel mean saying that lmao she’s very fun!! Just not what I’m looking for

Honorable polearm mentions:

Hu Tao: She literally comes out tomorrow but I’m not gonna wait to try her out before posting this. Her play style looks very fun! The way she phases through enemies is strange but very cool!!! I’m a bit confused about the way she moves but hey! I’ll get to do her character trial and see for myself! Very excited about her being introduced to the game

Rosaria: we haven’t gotten a preview of her fighting style but I feel bad about leaving her out! She’s close to being released! She deserves recognition!

My thumbs are cramping....remember that every character is awesome and they all have back stories and cool voice lines! This is all my opinion and my team builds! Nothing against these guys and gals! :)

[mazojo]

So after spending ALL of my primogems and ruining my chances of getting Bennett😢 from the shop I have still yet to get a 5-star. Namely Zhongli😭😤. I’m at like 76(?) pulls right now. I might have to give up my f2p status and buy some crystals or something. Are you free to play?

awww I am sorry you didnt get him!! Did you already gathered all the primos from the events and quests?? Maybe you could always do a list save to gather those last 10 pulls? ;w;

I am F2P because I aint got enough money for chicken nuggets ;w; ASDFGHJ although in all honesty till now I have mainly saved and pull in banners I reeeeally want so I have gotten most of the characters I’ve wanted (except Albedo rip Geo bby boy will come soon I sweAr) so I have a bit saved now for the new updatess

Who else are you looking forward to pulling??

[notasapleasure]

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nickname: I guess Jo is a nickname, as in it's the short form of my name...There's that bit in Perdido Street Station where Isaac calls Lin his monster and she calls him a pervert, and this is what my husband and I most commonly refer to each other as. Sorry.

zodiac: Capricorn sun, I can never remember the rest...

height: 5'1 and I often forget how...smol that is. I don't feel short.

hogwarts house: traditionally Ravenclaw, with more Gryffindorish moments of blockheadedness as I get older.

last thing I googled: relative pronouns and interrogatives in English. I thought I understood them in Georgian, but had to make up Q and A sentences for homework and it kind of blew my mind. I think it's because we just use that/which/like for so many things in English and the Geo relatives can encompass things that we'd need a few more words to say like 'the way in which', 'as many as' etc.

song stuck in my head: Richard Dawson - Jogging

number of followers: uh. um. 144.

What are you all doing here?? I don't bite btw, you can come chat to me...

amount of sleep: 7ish hours. Just about enough... (with apologies to the insomniacs. I’m the kind of person who needs as close to 8 hours as possible in a single block and believes that naps are the devil and I must never succumb to them)

dream job: WFH freelancer - translation, copy editing, proof-reading, hell, writing even? A girl can dream.

wearing: Art Brut 'popular culture no longer applies to me' t-shirt in bright pink and stripey white jeans, garishly patterned knitted jacket and chunky boots

when I created this account: mmmm 2016? Or early 2017? Post-Rogue One.

why I made this account: Initially it was linked to a wordpress I have where I was writing reviews of the films/books/plays I'd been watching/reading, and it was a place to hang out on the fringes of the Rogue One fandom. I kind of lost momentum with the reviews about 18 months ago and as I became more open about sharing fic on my tumblr and reviewed more niche things (in Icelandic, for instance) on the wordpress, I wanted to separate the two in case rl people I knew from academia stumbled on them...

favorite song: oh aiee, there are too many. I usually default to a Kate Bush one that I know I'll always love, Hello Earth.

favorite instrument: I love watching/listening to any instrument being played by a master of it. Maybe violin/fiddle for the sheer range of music it can be used for and emotion it can convey.

aesthetic: charity shop chic/2000s indie kid chic, clashing patterns, high quality fabric handed down through three generations because I sure as hell couldn't afford it new. Dangerously close to farmer's wife territory these days (nice jewellery, baggy jumpers, ripped trousers).

favorite author: Hmm. Hmmmm. I'm tempted just to say Emily Bronte because Wuthering Heights blows me away every time. And then there's authors I wish I could emulate and authors I could read endlessly. Emily falls into both categories, though only on the merit of one book. So I'll have to say George Eliot.

favorite animal noise: all animals noises are good I love them all. Greyhounds make this adorkable snort when they're amused by something, and that's pretty good, my hound does it a lot, as is the outraged dooking of my ferrets when they're playing.

random: questions like this make my brain go dead, like when ~teambuilding~ exercises ask you to introduce yourself using one quirky fact about yourself. I can't do it. All of a sudden everything I've ever done is mundane, or it's so weird that I don't want strangers quizzing me on it. So there we go. That'll have to do for the randomness!

tagging: @erinaceina-blog @stripedroseandsketchpads @notfromcold @bellaroles @jimtheviking @gawain-in-green​ if you’d like, and anyone else who wants to

[beatlevmania]

Headcannons of going to the movies with the boys

Request: Headcanons of you going to the movies with the boys? Individually or as a collective, whichever is easier for you! Love your writing by the way❤️

A/n: awww, thanks! love the idea

Taglist: @fiesta-freddie @givemequeen @beatles-babee @littledarlingwellaway @katiekitty261 @zezzan @geostarr

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John

let’s start out with Johnny boy! 

Johnny would love going to the cinemas with you 

he loves movies, and knows the actors of all his favorite films

honestly, a little bit of a film geek, our Johnny 

so he thinks cinemas are a fun place to go with you

but also likes going so that the two of you can make out in the dark

the two of you would go to the cinema and of course grab lots of popcorn 

Johnny would try to sneak alcohol into the theater but you'd catch him 

as soon as the lights go out he would put his arm around you 

would whisper excitedly,

“this lad, he played in (movies name). and she was in (movie)!”

but then he would be distracted by you and would keep coming on to you 

“John! can't you wait till the movies over?”

but you wouldn't be able to help yourself and you two would enjoy each others company (if you know what I mean) through the whole film 

Paul

honestly, the cinema wouldn't be Pauls first choice for date night 

he prefers somewhere where he can talk to you and stuff

but he knows you get really excited when a new movie comes out so of course he’ll go with you 

during the movie, he'd hold your hand, give you some of his favorite snacks 

he would also really want to kiss you during the movie 

would just give you little kisses on the cheek as you watch 

“Paul, cmon!”

“Sorry love, I just can't help it,” he'd say 

just be an all around romantic TM boy 

after the movie the two of you would go out to dinner

you would dissect the entire movie line for line

making up conspiracy theories about it and stuff

he would also get into it and ask when the next one is coming out

it would be ‘your movie’ together

George

of course Geo would love the cinema because 

SNACKS 

the two of you would just go crazy on sweets

you would literally buy out the whole concessions stand 

during the movie, George would stuff himself with sweets and crack jokes constantly throughout the whole film 

“George cmon, this is a serious movie!” 

“All I'm saying, is that she looks exactly like Lennon. does she not?”

you would be laughing your head off but still trying to be quiet (and not succeeding), which would make him laugh harder

he would just stare at you with pure love in his eyes as you cracked up 

at the end of the movie, both of your stomachs would hurt from all of the sweets as well as all of the laughing 

you would go home and just collapse on each other and take a nap

snuggling up to him, and when the two of you woke up, he would just casually play with your hair, forehead kisses, the whole shazam. 

Ringo

So when you go to the movies with Ringo

He’d be kind of like John

In the sense that he thinks the movie theater is your own personal make-out room

“(Y/n), I just wanna kiss ‘ya,”

“Ritchie, just watch the movie,” you’d playfully say

He would kiss your hand, shoulder, whatever he could

“Cmon, love!”

In terms of snacks

Ringo would be SUPER AGAINST buying stuff at the theater

“It’s such a rip off! Let’s just bring sweets from home”

You’d agree because he would be so against it

Also another thing about Ringo

He would have absolutely no idea about what was going on in the film

“Who’s she? What in the name of god is she doing?”

Would constantly be mixing up characters and what not

“But- but I thought he was trying to kill the spy! He’s the grandfather? Well, who’s the killer?”

^^ if you get what I mean

But he would always love when you explained everything to him at the end and you finally let him kiss you

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EPISODE 5 - “THAT’S SHADY AS FUCK RIGHT THERE” - DANI

Okay but is this tribe gonna have a Kura Kura lovefest "oh my god group movie night, who wants to watch cycle six of ANTM and stay up all night braiding each other's hair" type of holiday break, or a Harimau "two weeks is a good amount of time to dig the trenches and put down tape to mark your side of the beach" type of holiday break?

*singing* Dreidel dreidel dreidel, I made it out of clay, and when it's dry and ready, my dreidel I will play *singing ends* Happy Hanukkah!!

It's been two weeks. I can't remember my family. I'm in the woods somewhere. All is lost.

Hey hey! Happy 2017! I feel like I haven't talked to you guys since last year! (chuckle)  hehehe. Okay so coming back into the game after a 2 week break is..... slow going tbh. We have two people that haven't even logged in since the last challenge. I've talked with my alliance of Jill, Melissa, and Kyle, and Lake a little, but Will, Otto, and Riley are MIA. I mean, this is only reward (which I know is a huge deal because of these crazy idols we are searching for) but at the same time, it's not like they are missing immunity. Hopefully everyone turns up for that. Anyway, there's not much more to comment on right now, but once things pick back up, I'll be back! Also, shout out to Jenn From, for just being awesome.

WHAT ISNT GOING ON?

Oh wait, literally everyone. So Dani approached me asking for an alliance a few days ago w me and ed and geo and I'm like, okay f4 but I DONT TRUST THE BITCH. Bye

So yeah I guess it's been a while since I've written one of these.

Let me start this confessional off with a quick cheat sheet of all the new names we gave our tribe right before the break so that you have a little idea of who I'm talking about through this entire message. I am Daniela, as you have already guessed. Ed = Eduardo Percy = Perez Payton = Perla Geo = Gregory Peter = Pedro Lucy = Lupe

As it stands, there are seven of us remaining, and I believe (? could be wrong because according to Perla, I was kicked out of the alliance) there is an alliance of four with Eduardo, Perla, Greg, and Lupe. Like I said, I was apart of that alliance, but now my position is kind of undetermined because Perla wanted to be mad at me over literally nothing and tell me that I'm no longer a part of the alliance.

Now I'm on the bottom. Wonderful. It's clear as day that I'm going to be the next one to go because Perla has made it evident that she does not under any circumstance want to vote off Pedro because she apparently thinks he's more reliable than Perez was at the time. When we voted out the last person (idr who it was), I suggested the idea of getting Pedro out at the very next tribal council, but she said it was a bad idea because she thinks she can use him a little bit longer, or something to that effect. Honestly it's been so long, I don't even know what to say anymore.

On top of all of this, I came to the conclusion that Perla was coming after ME instead of Perez. It makes complete sense though because I did attack her with false receipts saying she was coming for me anyways, so I get it and I'm just going to pray for the best that we avoid tribal council for at least another round. Not to mention, I came into the knowledge through Perla herself that she and Eduardo have a secret final two alliance... the same thing that Eduardo promised to me. That's shady as fuck right there, so now I have a whole other aspect of the game completely up in the air right now, because I thought he would be totally loyal to me after we exchanged our identities to one another.

Truthfully, I want to mutiny to the other tribe. I still have my idol, so over on that side I would be safe at one more tribal council if it comes to that. I've pissed off some of the Four tribe members already though so I don't know if they would be as welcoming as I hope.

Let's say that we lose immunity and we have to go back to tribal council again. If I have the idol and I am convinced I am going unanimously, I have one shot to take at either Perla or Eduardo. I know that they're the biggest threats going forward, but I don't know if Eduardo is as visible of a threat as Perla. However, she's got a ton of people wrapped around her little finger and that's super intimidating, too. Then there's Lupe, who is a complete wildcard as far as everyone else goes, so I'm intimidated by that, too. I could literally flip the game whichever way I want.

The best option I have is to convince Perez to vote either Perla or Eduardo, and I vote the other. At worst, the votes would tie and we revote and likely Perla ends up leaving the game; OR Eduardo actually as the Erudite idol like he was searching for. If he plays it, she goes home but if she also has that immunity... Rip Pedro or Perez, unfortunately. I think if I make Perla feel uncomfortable enough, she might panic and drama ensues. I'm going to go along with them and let them "control" the vote; if they easily all agree on getting rid of Pedro or Perez, then I make a move. I could slip information to Greg, see if he runs back to Perla about me possibly flipping the votes, or I could just say nothing and hope they all dig my grave for me and I have the only vote that counts. That's so tricky though and extremely risky, so I'm not sure that's the best plan for me going forward... I have options, I really do.

Whew, sorry this confessional is so long, but I'm not finished yet. Something that weighs on my mind a lot now is the pressure to suddenly keep identities a secret. I didn't really intend on playing the game the way that I have so far and I feel really terrible for running around, trying to figure out everyone in the game. I didn't apply with that intention and I honestly didn't think that I would center the beginning of my strategy around discovering identities. But that's how Perla wants to play the game, and that was a very big part of my strategy with aligning myself to Eduardo. Now he knows who I am, so now he's going to use that all against me. I didn't even realize that until just now... He's the only one who knows the truth, and he might plan out blindsiding me around that. He knows how smart I can be sometimes, so now I'm actually REALLY WORRIED. If anything, this definitely taught me my lesson, and I'm sorry for being a bad son and ruining the twist for this season :(

I have so much more to say but I'm sure the viewers are like... "stop talking", so I will. I hope tomorrow we win reward so I can get my hands on that Dauntless idol, too, and really shake things up for this game. I wanna prove to everyone why you don't mess with Daniela Quinn ;)

okay so i've gotten really lazy with this game, as could be seen by the confessionals that i have been doing. there's no more title to them anymore! i feel really bad and i want to give the hosts an apology.

its been really tough, these people havent been trying to talk to me or anything. its been like that from the beginning, i know communication is a twoway street but not a single soul is trying to talk to me. i bet whoever peter and percy are want to try and get me out if we go to tribal, i hope that the alliance im in sticks together because i have been doing good in none creative type of challenges, like the music mashup or the hot pursuit or the typing thing, i think theyve noticed

that could make them see me as a challenge threat down the line but i feel like its the only thing keeping me here, come a swap or merge i really want to pick things up for me because ive doing terribly, for some  reason theres just something holding me back, if i want to win i have to start playing and socializing more with people, but that comes swap or merge so if we lose immunity and i leave its my fault

sorry Jenn and Jenna!!

What did I just do?  I shared the first 5 dauntless clues with the tribe because I had no idea what it was asking me but after reading it again I felt like you had to ask publicly for the idol.

I go back and look at the tribe chat and Jill has done just that. At least if it worked or even if it didn't it puts a target on their back and not mine.

We will see

OK SO LIKE. WE LOST REWARD. W/E. BUT LUCY IS ON MY HIT LIST? BYE BITCH.

I am YELLING about these idols. First hearing that embodying the faction values is how you receive the idol, I assumed that the Dauntless idol would be something risky. Just straight up asking for it in the tribe chat got me that idol and I am SHOOK. It was so obvious from clue 2 and definitely clue 3. I can't tell if the other tribe that got the clues just didn't want to take the risk or if they really just couldn't figure it out(?)

I will say if Lake did not put that in the tribe chat idk if I would have done that if I got the Dauntless clues. Maybe Lake thought that was what you are supposed to do for the idol and they didn't get it quite right. Or maybe they were just baiting the tribe, I am not sure but I am thankful for it. I am DEFINITELY going to have a target on my back for having an idol but hopefully Eliza can get the intel if I am going to be blindsided so I may not be in too much trouble.

Speaking of Eliza, she is my home-girl. I can't WAIT to see who she really is at the end because it will be interesting to see who I have been really working with. Whenever there is a double tribal I always plan early and think about the vote before immunity even happens. I decided to definitely bring it up to Eliza because we were talking and she got into it as well. I am ALWAYS so nervous to do it because I get afraid that everyone will think I am going too hard and turn on me. BUT me and Eliza started hardcore strategizing. We both really like our alliance with Melissa and Kyle, and we want this vote to be the right person because it sets the course for how the rest of the game goes. We have gotten to the point where tribe strength isn't the biggest factor and strategy is most important. We just gotta riddle out who the best person to take out is. My vote is for Riley. They are always busy, but are also always around enough to let us know they are busy. It makes me think they will use that to skate by being inactive and not a huge presence when they are really just sleeping until merge to link up with old tribe mates. That is my theory. And people like Otto and Will who are actually pretty inactive would seem to be the obvious targets, as Lake had recently mentioned to me, and we can take them out whenever. Riley in my opinion could be the biggest risk to keep. But gotta see what other people think and who wins immunity before we solidify that plan

...and we're back!

It's taken me a few days to get back into the swing of things, but I'm tackling things in earnest right now. The downside to a two-week break in the game is that it really hinders a lot of fledgling relationships (which is pretty much all we have, as aliases.) The only one that I feel hasn't taken a single step back is Payton. We started talking and it was like we hadn't stopped at all.

Danielle and Peter have both reached out to say hi since the break, which is awesome. It seemed like nobody really went out of their way to be super social pre-break, so I'm hoping this marks a turning point in the game. I've also said hey to Lucy and plan on dropping messages to Percy and Geo later. With the advent of a double tribal coming up, that makes it so much more crucial to be in good with people.

I think getting in with Payton can only be a good thing. She seems especially social and has the kind of attitude that people gravitate toward. As long as she's valuing our alliance as strongly as I am, I don't think I have MUCH to fear on this upcoming vote.

What's next? Swap? Merge? More tribe-play? I'd like to get an idol but, if I'm being honest, I suspect the Erudite idol is long gone by now. I'm still frustratingly stuck on that one clue, but I think it's enough to leave me in the dust. Still, I've come this far down the road that I may as well see it through to the end. Better to know there's no idol hidden anymore and that it's in play than it is to change horses mid-stream and lose even the remote possibility of getting either one.

Frankly, I'll be glad to be off this tribe whenever it comes. I like the people well enough, but when you're getting results in the 7- and 8-minute range, that's pretty weak. I thought my score of 4:12 wasn't awesome, so double that is like... what??? how?

Anyway, I'm slightly encouraged that Will didn't submit. Though we shared a tribe in the early game, I still feel infinitely closer to Kyle. If Will goes through this double, maybe Kyle would try to reel me in as his former Amity buddy. And if that's the case... I don't know. I'd consider it. I don't feel any affinity toward anyone on this tribe except Danielle and Payton. And those two don't see eye to eye, so do I want to hitch a ride on a sinking ship?

OKay so, picking back up where we left off. We win reward which is great. Then there is a mad dash for the idol clues. I ask for Erudite again, but I should have waited until I talked with one of my Allies, so we could ask for passwords and hints if we needed it. Out of nowhere, Lake decides to post all the Dauntless idol clues in the tribe chat, and pretty much, you just need to publicly ask for the idol and then you get it. Jill stepped up and she got the clue and I'm yelling. She told me about it, and said she decided she wasn't going to tell Melissa. I dont know if she told Kyle, because me, Jill and Kyle are in an alliance that doesn't include Melissa... but Melissa knows about the alliance so... ehh its all messy. I'm in 3 different alliances with the same people, but different combinations, its crazy! ANYWAY. Jill comes to me and says that because of this stuff with the Dauntless idol, she thinks the Abnegation idol might work similar. I guess the clue for that one says that like, "I can't get the idol for myself, I have to be selfless." She said she went to her host chat and said, "I want Eliza to have the Abnegation idol." Which, first of all, Jenna is a genius and if that's how it works, then amazing. A+. I'll gladly take it. But it's been several hours since then and I haven't heard anything from the hosts. But to be honest, I'm not really worried about having an idol right now... because at the SAME TIME Jill is telling me all of this, Lake messages me and says he thinks the same thing about the Abnegation idol, and told the hosts to give it to me. I'm yelling, two people are wanting to give me idols. I know where on of the 5 idols are, and I still have my core alliance. I feel like I'm doing okay in this game. I feel like I'm liked well enough that, come a swap or a merge, people from Four will want to stick with me.

Jill and I were talking about what we want to do with a possible merge coming. We both agree that we want to stick with out core alliance of us, Melissa, and Kyle. I told her I really dont want to link back up with Payton (who I still really think is Jaiden). I don't trust her after she made Six lose all their points in that one immunity challenge. And Peter was so inactive on Candor, I don't see him being as useful to me. We got to talking about what to do should we go to tribal again, and Jill brings up a good point that Riley needs to leave. She's only here enough to barely help with the challenges, and Jill feels like Riley has the most potential to link back up with her old tribe mates. She's also strong in challenges, and if we get to a merge with her, she might be too hard to beat. It would be better for us to keep people who are inactive and we can vote them out later. Since this challenge is individual, we just gotta hope that Riley doesnt win immunity, and then we can talk to Melissa and Kyle about it. Guess we will wait and see what happens.

Okay, so I have a little bit of a master plan in mind. Obviously this really depends on whether I get immunity or not, because most of this plan was developed around the idea that I will win it. It's all going to depend on how lucky I get today, but here's the idea I've come up with.

I win immunity. I know that Eduardo and Perla are never going to vote out Pedro, simply because Perla has Pedro on lock. If Ed/Perla are as close a final two as I suspect, they'll share that opinion. The goal for now is to convince them that I'm solid with voting off Pedro so they never suspect anything is coming, but also so they get Pedro pissed off at me. Gregory needs to also be okay with the plan, but not be the one pushing for the vote to go that way, because he will be vulnerable in this stage of the vote's preparation.

Then, I go to Perla and Ed with receipts of Gregory trying to get rid of both of them. This raises their paranoia, but since these conversations happened last night and most of this afternoon, I can convince them that this was only his suggestion if Pedro/Perez won immunity.

I am going to inform Gregory of this "deception", while also cluing him into the Abnegation Idol, which then starts the second half of part two. Gregory will then go to Perla (because she's got the highest rate of tea-spilling thus far) and figure out that I was letting them know about his future plans, to which he apologizes to both of them and acts like he's going to get voted out. He'll run around and throw my name under the bus hardcore and cause as much drama behind the scenes as possible, while keeping me "in the dark" about all of the deception. Mostly, he runs to Perez, Pedro, and Lupe about all of this, because Ed and Perla would immediately report this back to me, and I would have to know I'm in some sense of danger. I do not want this.

Gregory will throw me under the bus to Pedro for trying to vote him out, he'll say that I wanted Perez next, and Lupe right after that. Meanwhile, Ed and Perla still hold a little bit of trust in me for leaking the information. They might consider keeping me around after all of this blows over, but for now, they're sold on getting rid of Gregory at this tribal council. I need to figure out how to get Perez mutually on my side as well as Ed/Perla's side, because I don't want them choosing to vote together and getting rid of Perez instead of Pedro while also keeping the alliance intact, because that would be a literally fatal error in the whole scenario.

Part three starts... right before tribal council. As in, maybe four hours before. I publicly announce that I'm giving individual immunity to Gregory because I felt bad about letting everyone know of his plans, and that I found out that it hurt him. We apologize to each other, but obviously he pretends to be "in shock" about the entire ordeal. However, he still guns to get rid of me. Perla and Ed, annoyed that I gave up immunity, then turn on me and are set on voting me out this round. Lupe, Perez, and Pedro also go along with this plan, and then... I play my idol on myself :) Part four.

Obviously, there are some factors that could cause this entire thing to not even work, especially if I don't win immunity. If Gregory wins immunity, I could still throw him under the bus and let him try to advocate for my elimination, and then still play the idol for myself. If neither of us win, I'll think of something at that moment and make sure everything goes according to plan.

I'm also trying to get the possibility of people flushing idols. If I root against Pedro, then there is a chance that when I play my idol, he plays his on himself. If this is the case, then Ed/Perla might play a possible idol on Perla, too. Again, this all changes how effective my move is, because if the randomly immune person is Ed (aka the target of all of this), we lose at every scenario we encounter. I guess in a revote with Pedro, Ed, Perla, me, Gregory all being immune, there could be an attempted flip against Lupe and she'll get eliminated instead.

I want to talk to Perez right before tribal and convince him to vote for Perla "with me", too. If all else fails and Ed becomes immune by some stroke of luck, she will have his sole vote to be eliminated, which also prevents anyone else from having their thrown vote counted.

There are so many damn variables to this tribal council, but I want to make it count. I wasn't born in Dauntless for a reason.

Later

SOOO I just won individual immunity. Never in a fucking million years would I have ever expected that and I actually jumped around on the bed when I saw results. At first I was thinking about the other Danielle that got voted out but then I was like...wait....you actually won something and I SCREAMED

How INTERESTING was it that Ed placed me up high on his list, too. I think I'm going to use that to my advantage though, try to milk the fact that Ed would never betray me, that Perla and I are so tight, etc etc and use it to guilt Gregory into believing that they are actually going to blindside me. Whether or not that is actually true is still up for determination, but the fact still matters THAT I WON SOMETHING.

We went from like, 14 to 13 and now Will's out of the game. Awesome news for me because that's one less hurdle to cross next round, and I think I need to start stirring the pot as much as I can in the next couple hours before everyone resorts to bedtime. Whether or not I was anyone's target is completely up in the air now, but I'm going to make sure everyone has a reason to vote me off when I give up that immunity.

Ed is still my target. He should be going home tomorrow, but of course crazier things have happened (arguably in different games but you get my point giujdsdijs).

My alias is going to go out the window tonight. This is Hurricane Jaiden's game to play.

So for the second time in my survivor career (and it's not many games) I have had immunity taken away from me.

For the second time I've seen the results, celebrated, logged off, logged back on and seen corrected results.

I know it probably won't make a difference but I was really happy to have won.  Now I have to stress and am no longer gonna try and make a move.

I made a formal alliance with Eliza and Kyle and I guess we will probably vote off Otto or Riley.

Bye for now. Thanks for noticing me.

SO MUCH FOR IMMUNITY.

But don't count me out, folks ;)

[7:31:07 PM] ♥daniiela♥: okay good news and bad news [7:31:17 PM] ♥daniiela♥: which one first [7:31:18 PM] Gregory Barajas: Neither i had payton after you [7:31:22 PM] Gregory Barajas: Bad [7:31:35 PM] ♥daniiela♥: tell the hosts lol [7:31:47 PM] ♥daniiela♥: okay so, bad news is neither of us have immunity obviously [7:31:52 PM] ♥daniiela♥: and i don't know if i can give you the idol now [7:31:55 PM] ♥daniiela♥: but good news [7:32:04 PM] ♥daniiela♥: I dont want to vote off geo right now. I don't think thats a good idea [7:32:11 PM] ♥daniiela♥: so perla clearly wants me out [7:32:20 PM] ♥daniiela♥: I'm playing the idol regardless [7:32:23 PM] ♥daniiela♥: but you can flip this all on me [7:32:35 PM] ♥daniiela♥: call ME out, screenshot our convos, everything. expose me to her later on [7:32:49 PM] ♥daniiela♥: and i'll play it on myself, still the same as before [7:33:27 PM] Gregory Barajas: Okay, so now i call you out and expose you so they vote for you [7:33:32 PM] ♥daniiela♥: not right now [7:33:34 PM] ♥daniiela♥: but soon [7:33:40 PM] Gregory Barajas: Ik, tomorrow [7:34:16 PM] ♥daniiela♥: ed and i were considering lucy? [7:34:18 PM] ♥daniiela♥: expose this l8r [7:34:31 PM] Gregory Barajas: Really thats weird [7:34:49 PM] ♥daniiela♥: [7:33:47 PM] ♥daniiela♥: ok [7:33:58 PM] Perla Rodriguez: it better not leave this :) or i will switch my vote to u u binch :) [7:34:07 PM | Removed 7:34:30 PM] Perla Rodriguez: This message has been removed. [7:34:28 PM] ♥daniiela♥: omg really? [7:34:54 PM] ♥daniiela♥: that's when she said she was considering lucy [7:35:05 PM] ♥daniiela♥: thats perfect ammunition [7:35:15 PM] ♥daniiela♥: we could even flip lucy to vote perla [7:35:23 PM] ♥daniiela♥: instead of perez or pedro [7:35:53 PM] Gregory Barajas: Omg thats fucking great information [7:36:01 PM] ♥daniiela♥: it is [7:36:05 PM] ♥daniiela♥: but no one can know about the idol [7:36:13 PM] Gregory Barajas: Ed or yours? [7:36:22 PM] ♥daniiela♥: either [7:36:37 PM] Gregory Barajas: Okayits a secret

A N Y W A Y S

Based on the challenge I'm assuming that a lot of attention is probably on myself and Riley to be potential targets...

I feel like this challenge can LOWKEY reveal who's working together and who's being targeted.

I'M ASSUMING Eliza is probably in one of the slightly more "powerful" positions on this tribe and therefore her list can be seen as "reliable" in terms of who's being targeted and who she's working with. Since she had Riley last, I feel like it's safe to assume that Riley could potentially be her target (UNLESS I'm her target and she only placed me a couple of slots higher to be less obvious). She also put Lake second to last, probably because she's working with him and in turn knows that she could rely on his list having me (a possible target) low/last on his list.

So, that all leads me to believe that at the very least Eliza and Lake are together, and I'm a very likely target.

ALSO, Lake is so... wild for posting on the Dauntless clues in the chat... just for Jill to get the idol like. ??? Chill perhaps? What was the point?

SO UMMMMMMMM I really do not know what to do! If people tell me to vote for Riley then I'll probably go along with that but like... I guess I'd need to talk things through with Jill or something because she's actually been trying to talk to me unlike... everyone else! If I could sort of pick and choose who I want to leave then? I'd target Lake but I definitely am not in any kind of position on this tribe to like... swing the vote in any sort of direction.

Whateverrrrrrrr

eyerolls into oblivion tag yourself im will's math abilities

I'm probably going home this round? I really don't think I trust Dani or Geo. But hey, Divergent, it's been lit! I feel like my game has been the best it's ever been, and if I go home, I'm happy with this. I mean I'll be pissed because someone flipped, but I'm happy with this.

Lucy? Voting me out? Iconic! Bye bitch. You're gonna go.

Fuck the lyin bitch lucy

[2017-01-05 12:18:16 PM] Peter Jacobson: [1/5/17, 11:16:47 AM] Peter Jacobson: This message has been removed. [1/5/17, 11:17:38 AM] Perla Rodriguez: Okay. I was worried about that. [1/5/17, 11:17:50 AM] Peter Jacobson: Sorry, I had to delete it [1/5/17, 11:17:55 AM] Perla Rodriguez: It's okay [1/5/17, 11:18:00 AM] Peter Jacobson: I don't want you to go, and I don't trust Lucy at all [2017-01-05 12:22:32 PM] Peter Jacobson: [1/5/17, 11:21:57 AM] Peter Jacobson: Have you been talking to Logan? [1/5/17, 11:22:19 AM] Ed Creegan: Logan?

I fucked up

I fixed it

If Lucy goes tonight, I did that.

Peter DID THAT! ™