#i named it harbinger

[nowandthane]

him <3

[bnnuyboikase]

in light of the latest update

hoyoverse just confirmed every artists' hc that hes just DROWNING in his dumb floofy fatui coat

[mossymandibles]

Some more stuff of Harbinger and Nimbus

[m1d-45]

You know, I've been thinking. The stars in our world often look quite dim, especially in areas where there is light pollution. Suddenly, I'm imagining that in the Imposter!AU, the Creator looks at the stars at night, captivated by their brilliance. Perhaps Scaramouche or Mona (Whichever you prefer, you may also just write another character you think fits this scenario :D) find them. The Creator looks at them, then back at the stars.

"They're very lovely, you know? The stars never shine this brightly back home. It's a lovely sight..."

They smile. "I'm happy that I'm able to see them, even if it's in another world. I appreciate you letting me look at them before I die."

Perhaps the character takes pause... And sits next to them.

It's a lovely night.

in the stars

word count: ~1k

-> warnings: violence, blood, both of those in your future so technically you’re not hurt yet, not written for mona mains, sorry, didn’t work with the plot :/ also diona/klee/qiqi/nahida/sayu mains are on thin ice with this one. questionable plot. barely edited.

-> lowercase intended

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

< masterlist >

the stars never lie.

mona clutches her catalyst to her chest, wide eyes turned to the sky. she whispers to them, hoping they’ll change, shift into something she’ll understand, anything.

they don’t.

her head lowers, inspecting the book. thrilling tales, the spine reads, the cover a simplified dragon with a sword through it. she tries to read into it, to try and pick apart the motives behind the weapon, but all it returns is a simple needlepoint.

a compass. one she’d followed ever since she caved into the pull on her catalyst, one she’d followed out of the city at dusk and into the plains, hiking up starsnatch cliff at its behest. her twin tails had lost some of their curl on the journey, her hat flopping sadly. it was late, later than she’d normally be awake, and she stumbled once on a rock before quickly catching herself, checking to make sure you hadn’t moved.

you, sat at the peak of the cliff. you, surrounded by cecelias, face turned to the stars. you, who turned at her short cry.

“are you alright?”

she couldn’t bring her hands to shift her catalyst into its attack position. her hands, free from their usual gloves, dug into the cover of the book, shaking both with the chill of night and with… she couldn’t tell, couldn’t pin whether it was fear or nervousness, or something else that blurred the line between panic and excitement.

“just fine, thank you.”

her voice was harsher than it should have been. she could tell you were being genuine, the way the water in the air shaped around you like it wanted to cling made that clear enough, the stars shining down on you as if you were the only being on the planet.

the stars never lie. so why were they saying you meant no harm?

you turned back to the stars, your hands shifting back to weave into the grass between the cecelias.

"they’re very lovely tonight. the stars, i mean. they never shine this brightly back home….” against her better judgement, mona glanced up. the sky was particularly clear, constellations shining down unhindered. “it’s a beautiful sight.”

orders from the knights echoed in mona’s head, orders extended from a god she’d never met. she knew the knights wholeheartedly meant what they said, truly believing the words they were told, but you…

hesitantly, she brought her hand in a circle in front of her, scrying for your constellation. you didn’t have one, unsurprisingly, and she relaxed slightly in the knowledge that you didn’t have a vision.. still, there was something strange about the empty space where yours would have been. swapping the sigils and rotating the outer edge, mona decided to read your future.

all the air was sucked from her lungs, the images depicted in the water making her mouth dry. the water warped and bubbled a dark color, as if it itself hated to show what it did.

you were on your knees, tight steel chains wrapped around you and latched onto hooks in whatever you were sitting on. in front of you stood the favored, the creator’s most prized, their weapon drawn. their form was taught with anger, nearly seething. it was strange, so uncharacteristic that it froze the astrologist in place for a moment.

no matter how fiery the disposition, vessels of yours were calmer after being wished upon, heart stiller for being by your side. they, the most prominent on your team of them all, should be at most handling such a severe situation with a tick in their jaw and quiet fury in their eyes, not…

she watched with sick horror as the favored attacks once, your chest caving once, twice with hitched attempts at breathing before you slumped over, blood trickling from your neck. the favored stepped back, weapon dismissed, and mona closed the illusion before it played any further. she hadn’t meant to look all the way to your death, only a few-

…only a few hours.

her hands shake where they’re still clasped in front of her, the remains of her scrying circle swirling in her palms. you didn’t even have a day.

she let the water fall, sending it towards the cecelias around you, willing them to stand brighter as she approached. she couldn’t bring herself to summon her catalyst, not now that she knew what your fate held.

the grass was damp beneath her, seeping slightly into her nightclothes. you didn’t say anything, simply passing her a flower that you had been twirling in your palms. she willed it to heal, restored the color to its petals and the strength to its stem, then passed it back. she had no use for it, not when you…

you chuckled as you took it, staring down at it for a moment before turning skyward once more. mona followed your eyes up, spotting a well known constellation directly above you. nearly perfectly straight up, glowing like a beacon, was the constellation of the favored, six stars making themselves prominent against the dotted sea of night.

“beautiful, isn’t it?”

she swallowed, eyes flicking down to you. you were still watching the stars, probably tracing the shape of the constellation above you. unknowing of what it spelled for your fate, unknowing of the warning written above you.

mona settled into the grass a little more, taking her hat off her head so it wouldn’t fall when she looked up again.

“indeed, it is.”

[incorrectfatui]

Dottore: Me and my girl don't argue. She tells me to shut up and I do.

[shadowed-dancer]

On a wild rampage rn trying to compare Kaeya's dad's voice to Capitano. Maybe it's because I want everything to be related to Kaeya but I'm really feeling this meme right now

In English the dad's voice kind of... growls? Reverbs? on certain words and it's kind of similar to the way Capitano's voice sounds all the time. Idk about other languages it's just a crack theory, but if I'm onto something I'm gonna be so excited

[ultimategenshintournament]

Ultimate Ship Tournament: Round 1A

Propaganda below cut

Lyney x Traveler:

Reason 1: Flirty magician develops genuine feelings for a potential enemy of the organization he secretly works for due to his tragic past as an orphan, all during a trial of a murder that happened during his show. Plus he has a major panic attack at jail, and traveler was the one to comfort him. Plus he says that he is "rarely so open like that with anyone" He trust traveler enough to let his guard and facade down, and consider them to be a part of the family, a family he cares more than anything. Also. Helloooo? The angst potential of a FATUI dating TRAVELER? he is the next head of the house of the hearth after all. Even if he is being performative, he has the best rizz. So many flirty voice lines, and the rainbow rose! Don't forget rainbow roses have a romantic meaning! Reason 2: He is like that for both Lumine and Aether. Bisexual win

Arlebina:

I don't care if one of them isn't even out yet and we know almost nothing about her, I think they could be real fucked up together 👍

[holographiccz]

𝜗𝜚 ⠀ 𓉘⠀Dottore ID pack! ⠀𓉝⠀⠀ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

for @toastedcrabs

— Names ::

Necros , Azrael , Pandora , Calamity , Valkyrie , Victor , Vincent , Havoc , Atropos , Helena , Cessair , Agrona , Lucius , Aurora , Valentina , Ignatius , Octavia , Dolores , Lazarus , Cassandra , Atticus , Magnus

— Aptnouns ::

Doc , Surgeon , Fatui , Needle , Blood , Sick , Test , Science , Pill , Study , Death , Doom , Harbinger , Plague , Morgue , Reap , Corpse , Parasite , Vigilant , Experiment

— Titles ::

The Second Harbinger , The Eccentric Genuis , The ill-intended , The Experimentor , The Cunning Scientist , (Prn) who enforces her will , (Prn) who follows The Tsaritsa , (Prn) The Second , The Shady Recruiter , (Prns) unethical work , (Prns) morbid creations

[lucydoodlessometimes]

anyway. you guys wanna hear about my harbinger traveler au

[thecheshireninja]

yours, mine, & natlan's: a terrible au

or, Capitano marries Mavuika and their respective children revolt. Ft:

Il Capitano, the First Fatui Harbinger, as the strict, disciplined single father with a very respectable but not emotionally vibrant family.

Mavuika, the Pyro Archon, as the warm-hearted mother of Natlan's six most headstrong up-and-comers.

when the two decide to join themselves and their families in union, their children are absolutely horrified. Add to that the fact that both parents have quite the opposed extended families, and you have yourself a wedding that even Chief Justice Neuvillette isn't gonna want to miss out on.

picturing a modernized setting for this. the oldest kids can probably be in uni.

it's not that they don't want their parents to be happy. it's just that... does it have to be that family??

Mavuika's kids are ofc the six heroes of Natlan. I imagine Iansan to be working while the next 3 are in uni, with Kinich & Mualani being in the last two years of high school respectively. remember, they gotta be immature for this to work

not sure about Capitano, maybe he picked up Childe off the street and now there's Tonia and Teucer too. but for the sake of keeping everything fun and lively, Aunt Arle has sent her kids to live with them for a while so they can be in on the drama

yes the harbingers and the archons are their own extended families

weirdo Cousin Wanderer comes over every weekend; he's technically adopted by Auntie Nahida but for some reason the harbingers know him very well too

Chasca keeps her anger issues but they're related to her dead father now. how dare Capitano try to replace him when she's barely recovered from his loss.

Mualani, who's into throwing parties, finds herself at odds with the orderly Capitano

Ororon, to Granny Citlali's great dismay, probably set Mavuika up with Capitano in the first place... which is gonna go over well

Childe is always picking fights with Ajaw and it drives everyone up the wall (literally, in Xilonen's case)

extended family reunions with archons + harbingers? mannnn

Anyway, there's so much potential for wholesome (emphasis on wholesome) family comedy chaos here and we're only getting started. If I'm lucky someone here will actually want to write it... tumblr help??

[lovesickeros]

obligatory childe post ft 4.2 archon quest spoilers and also my incomprehensible ramblings (read at your own discretion)

fontaine left me with a Lot of thoughts about childe even if his screen time was kinda pitiful

it's been opening up a lot of implications for childe's potentional importance to the greater, overall plot of the story though and its driving me up a WALL but more importantly it's made me pick apart his character

which brings me to Fontaine actually being PERFECT for him to have featured in, actually. because the whole damn nation is a theater, a stage for its archon. Hydro has never fit him better because the parallels of focalors/furina to ajax/tartaglia aren't exact but it's pretty damn close. a separation of the "other" (divine in case of focalors, whatever is wrong w childe in his case) and human.

I just think a lot about how Tartaglia is only ever Ajax with family. you really don't see his old name anywhere, he's pretty openly adopted Tartaglia (kinda childe too) as his name literally in every other circumstance. which you can chalk up to just like. well, he's usually on fatui business, of course he'd use his fatui name, but. even with traveler, it's childe.

so. you know. makes me wonder if as far as he's concerned, Ajax is dead. "Ajax" died when he fell down that crack in the ground and something else crawled back out.

which makes me wonder how he'd feel about the Creator calling him Ajax.

conflicted, probably. because you know him well enough to know his old name..but he's not Ajax anymore, is he? he's not the child with a sword in hand trying to play adventurer, he's a Harbinger. he's Childe, he's Tartaglia.

conflicted because he has doubts, even if he'd never voice them, that maybe you like "Ajax" more then Childe.

[fatuismooches]

EVEN MORE CUTE DOTTORE MOMENTS TO MAKE YOU SMILE 🙏 (because I am too tired to post anything of quality)

[fuzzbuns]

Baby’s first chiscara drawing or also: the real reason he doesn’t have a bird idle like ei and miko

Og post

[euthymiya]

I might be way too late but if u still want selfship headcanons I am at any given time very likely thinking about sprinting down a big fancy staircase n throwing myself into Capitano’s arms bc he came home earlier than expected (and then feeling very sheepish bc I didn’t think abt how many people were gathered to witness that oops) thank u

When the maids of Zapolyarny Palace enter your chambers to tell you His Lord has arrived, my lady, it doesn’t occur to you that they’d witness this. You’re too busy running down the stairs to think clearly.

“You’re back early,” you breathe, arms circling his neck as you throw your weight off the last few steps. He catches you easily, a muscled arm wrapping around your waist. It holds you against his sturdy chest, bringing you closer, closer, closer.

The cool metal of his helmet against your cheek is comforting as he leans in—you almost forgot how much you missed it.

“I am,” he responds, the fond lilt to his voice earning a beam from you. “Is it a pleasant surprise?”

“You should’ve wrote to me,” you click your teeth, “I’d have prepared accordingly, my lord.”

“Prepared?” He perks, a smile in his voice that borders on smug. “Would you, now? You spoil me, then, little wife.”

It doesn’t occur to you that the maids are there to witness every second of your reunion until you hear the distant giggle. One glimpse across the long hall and you notice they’ve paused their cleaning to eye you and your husband. Surely, they’ve heard every word, you realize.

Suddenly, you want the curtains to swallow you whole.

“Not like that,” you flush, “is there not one proper thought in that head of yours? Every new letter proves otherwise.”

“You wound me,” he hums, “what shame is there to have from desiring my wife—”

“Enough,” you whisper, “the maids can hear you.”

“Ah. Is that the problem?” He asks lowly, wrapping another arm around your waist and pulling your body closer, ascending up the stairs as you gasp at the gesture. “Then by all means, let’s continue this in our chambers. Surely, the maids know their place not to interrupt.”

[draco-glacialis]

Tsaritsa: At least Crucabena died doing what she loved

Tsaritsa: Traumatising Peruere!

[incorrectfatui]

Dottore: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.  Crucabena: That's great, Zandik. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.