#i'm scarred to tag it as genshin

[ssadbunny]

(some of) my favorite V3 characters as genshin characters

[asbestos-11]

i need them to get married already. ughhh so terribly ill over furillette ;;;;

[s3lkieboy]

new genshin oc!!!!!!! first attempt at a genshin style splash art :3

Some more views of him

He's a geo polearm user from a place right on the border between liyue and sumeru, but I shall save the rest of the lore for another time

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Genshin Cuddles HCs: Part the Second (Kaeya, Dainsleif, Zhongli)

Is it any coincidence that I'm tired again while doing cuddles head canons? Probably not. I imagine I get really clingy and cuddly towards the end of the day.

But apparently not as tired lol

CW: A little angst, fluff

A/N: As per the last one, reader is presumed to be short because this 100% self insert

kaeya x gn!reader, Zhognli x gn!reader, Dainsleif x gn!reader

(PS. If you want tagged for certain kinds of content, hit me up in the asks. I'll be happy to put together some taglists)

Kaeya

To be honest, on first starting to date Kaeya, you'd think that he would be a huge tease (I mean, it is Kaeya)

But when it comes to stuff like cuddling and mid winter snuggling, it's usually quite the opposite.

After all, Kaeya is far more serious and earnest, I think, than he allows himself to let on.

Cuddles with Kaeya come in three forms

The first is him big spooning and you little spooning. He absolutely loves being the big spoon. You're so small in his arms and it feels wonderful to know that you trust him like that.

When big spooning he really loves to bury his face in your hair and trace little gentle shapes over your skin

Other times things are reversed. He really never thought that he'd enjoy being the little spoon, but he trusts you without reservation. These are moments where he has no responsibility, instead just lets you take care of him

He frequently falls asleep like this, which really warms the heart. It's moments like these where he'll let you take off his eyepatch and set it to the side

What he doesn't know is that when you do, you usually press a little kiss to the scar

Then there's the third kind

These are almost exclusively late at night, when even the strongest masks start to lower.

Sometimes he'll reach out for you, pulling you into his embrace. He'll hold you like you're fragile, like he's afraid you'll break. it's in these moments where he'll whisper in your ear the most genuine words of love

They would be the warmest moments, but in those moments you hear a truth he never speaks. He's terrified of losing you, that you--like everyone else in his life--will not find him worthy of keeping

All you can do in lose moments is lay your head on his chest, letting him wrap you in his arms, until he's convinced that not only are you still here, but that you're not going to leave him

Dainsleif

Dainsleif, I think, is surprisingly good at cuddling

I was honestly surprised in 3.5 when we saw a very gentle side of him and I think that would apply to his significant other

Seriously, the man has lost everything. He's gonna treat his s/o right, no matter what

For Dain, and for you as well, cuddling is a way to relieve stress

It really doesn't matter the position either, as long as you're sharing warmth on cold nights

You can't count the number of times you've curled up against a rock--though you find that's not the most comfortable spot for really anything--laying your head on his chest, just listening to his heart beat

It's just as often that you find his head in your lap, blond hair splayed out while you rub circles into his scalp. The touch is soothing, grounding him in the moment

Of course, there are times when you curl up under a blanket, limbs tangled together, pressed so close you can't tell where you end and Dain begins. Those are almost desperate in nature, as if warding on the ever encroaching nature of time. It's in these moments that Dain finds himself scared, and intent on branding these memories in his mind

Zhongli

Compared to Dain and Kaeya, cuddles with Zhongli are the fluffiest things on the planet

They usually happen at two times of day, with some exceptions

It's not uncommon to start the day with cuddles in bed. You'll wake up to find a pair of strong arms holding you close and a pair of molten gold eyes watching you sleep.

It never fails to make you blush, because he looks at you like you're the entire world. Which is really rather flattering given the power and status of the man currently giving you this ridiculously soft smile

The other time you two cuddle is at the end of the day. Sometimes it's inside by the fire. Other times it's outside looking at the stars, but you almost always end up wrapped up in each other

So many nights, you're tucked under is arm, or laying your head on his lap while you listen to the stories from the past or random every day advice

It's really soothing. He's got the beautiful deep voice that is almost magnetic.

The exception to the rule is when you're upset. There are times when something happened during the day, or you wake up after a nightmare and all you want is to be held and reassured. And he's good at that too. Grounding you, centering you.

Of course you do the same for him, though, given his personality it is very rare. But there are times when the past catches up to him, where an event he is incapable of forgetting weighs on his mind. He's found that your touch, your embrace, you holding him the same way he loves to hold you, makes it a little better

[eliciana]

Reverse SAGAU: The Weird Door At My Café

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Hello everyone, pls don't expect much from this chapter,which is going to be part of a series, will be that good. I may have grammatical errors and wrong spellings so please don't hesitate to tell me in the comments about it. English is not my main language. Also, I write some very descriptive and long scenes about what the reader does because i got used to writing descriptive essays so please bear with the long paragraphs and sentences. Thank you.

And yes, I'm back. Also the Misunderstanding series will be updated after my exams this is just in my drafts and I wanted to just upload it.

-Eli

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Tw: Reverse!Isekai!Sagau, Normal Au, Café Au, a bit of cussing like this bit 🤏.

Reader: Gn!Reader, Adult!Reader, Café Owner!Reader

Characters: Reader

Note: Restaurant to Another World animanga inspired au. You can slide into my dms (😝 im joking bro) if you ever want to be tagged in my works just tell me what series you want to be tagged in or all of them. thank you <3.

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You close your eyes and think back to that very fateful day — the day that entirely altered your life's course and shatter any semblance of normalcy you once knew. The memory is etched in your mind, clear and vivid. The secret your café had.

You had always dreamed of owning your very own café when you get older. It had always consumed your thoughts and fueled your ambitions. Doing everything you can to be able to make your dream come true. It was a dream that guided you through your highs and lows, the setbacks and triumphs, and now, your very own cafe is now right infront of your eyes. You stand awe, gazing upon your newly built dream café that represents your years of hard work and dedication. It almost feels surreal. The weight of such an accomplishment settles in your shoulders, filling with a sense of pride that it threatens to burst out of your chest.

The obstacles and challenges you faced along the way have not gone unnoticed. The countless hours of planning, the sacrifices made, the hurdles overcome—each scar and battle wound a testament to your unwavering determination. They have shaped you into the person you are today, a person who is standing on the precipice of their own extraordinary creation. In this moment, you can't help but reflect on how far you have come. You just want to curl up into a ball and cry for how proud you are for yourself.

As you approach the door to your café, your hand trembles with anticipation. You grasp the smooth handle, feeling the coolness of the metal against your palm, and slowly turn it. The door swung open, emitting a soft creak that pierced the silence. Above it, a small, quaint bell dangled delicately, waiting to be disturbed. The cascade of delicate notes wove together seamlessly, announcing your presence, like a whispered greeting to anyone who would listen.

You stare in awe and wonder at the interior design of your cafe , captivated by it's beauty. The space exceeds your imagination and sketches, each detail meticulously brought to life. You explore every corner, your eyes eager to take in every detail. The plants you selected with great care breathe life into the space, their vibrant green leaves adding a touch of freshness and enhancing the cozy, warm aura you envisioned. Sunlight steams through the windows, casting a golden glow that illuminates upon your carefully handpicked furniture, adding a touch of charm. Every detail, from the placement of tables and chairs to the color palette and textures and to the shelf placed at the wall behind the counter with small sized standees of genshin impact, comes together harmoniously, painting a reality that is more beautiful than it was in your imagination.

You took one last look at your own café, only to catch sight of a door that had seemingly materialized out of thin air. It wasn't in your sketches, nor was it part of the layout you had memorized. How could something so out of place suddenly appear in your beloved café? How weird. You were sure that when you went inside this café it was never there. It was on the opposite side of the front entrance door of your café. It had a very different kind of design from the doors you had. How weird . Were you perhaps hallucinating? Was your stress and sleep deprivation finally getting to you? You resort to pinching and slapping your cheeks in an attempt to jolt yourself back to reality. Nope. You can still see it. You rushed to go outside of your café. As you step out into the open, your eyes scanning the exterior, you're met with a surprising revelation—the door you saw inside your café is nowhere to be found. It's as if it had vanished into thin air, leaving you bewildered and questioning your senses.

Nonetheless, you breathed a heavy sigh of relief and once again went inside of your café, blaming your hallucination to your stress. However, as your eyes scanned the interior again, you saw the door still there.

'Oh, hell no.' You thought and quickly opened the front door again, took a look at the exterior, look at the door inside, and continued doing that action for a minute. Yup, you're officialy hallucinating.

You looked at the strange door and felt a nagging feeling of curiousity wanting to try and open that door. Maybe it was actually a big ass sticker that one of the builders placed as a prank. You never know. Steeling yourself, you went closer to the door on your tippy toes. Carefully trying to be quiet. Why? You don't know. You just knew you had to. Maybe it was an instinct of yours. You were now infront of the door and you tried reaching for the door knob still thinking it was a sticker but the coolness feeling in your hands said uno reverse. You abruptly took back your hand in shock. You stared down at the atrocity in front of you. You quickly raised your foot and took off your shoes/heel/slipper and held onto it tightly. Preparing yourself to open the door, you took in a deep breath and reached for the door knob once more. Twisting it open, a ray of sunlight shone through the small crack as you pushed the door open gently.

Your eyes widen at the sight infront of you as you had fully opened the door. The grip your hand had on your lethal weapon widened and it slipped from your hands. The sight infront of you was so surreal. 'This can't be true, right?' your head was going to so many places, unable to comprehend what was going on. You felt kinda dizzy.

You would be a fool not to recognize this place that you had seen so many times throughout your life. A few kilometers infront of you was the City of Mondstadt in view. You could even see the knights guarding the gate and Timmie with his pigeons at the bridge.

The weird door from your cafe was actually a door to the Genshin Impact world. Wow... wtf.

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also pls take a look at my poorly drawn drawing of what your view looks like cause for the love of god I can't seem to explain it:

Also you're in a cliff or something. so yeah

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[thatuselesshuman]

Writeblr Introduction Post

✨ Also known as, I'm just rewriting my normal intro post to include more author shit ✨

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I'm fine with being called any variation of ThatUselessHuman or Casper (also acceptable: anything I find funny)

Pronouns: whatever makes the joke funnier

Aerospace engineering college student living in the USA (*distant eagle caws*)

Not a minor (don't do anything diabolical with that)

Colorblind, Autistic, and generally just ill

Writing Interests

Suffering/angst enthusiast

Fantasy, sci-fi, and dystopia are my shit bro

Found family, morally dark gray characters, religious elements and/or mythology, and trauma=character development

I tentatively like romance cause it's great when it's a side plot (I'm just ass at actually writing it)

I absolutely adore spinning my religion (Christianity) into fantasy worlds and concepts bc the lore is always IMMACULATE

Other interests

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Bungou gay dogs

Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaizen (known to dabble in other animes)

The Case Study of Gay Men (The case study of vanitas)

Twink men (Zelda)

Six of crows

Books in general

Genshin (out of nowhere)

Solo-Leveling

Hunger Games

I do art occasionally

Gummigoo (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Danny Motta

Goals

maybe write a book idk

Be entirely unserious

Make a friend or two

Scream into the void abt my WIPs

Survive.

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#dying stars burn the brightest

#sorrow's victor

#bloody hands are kind

#among the living (casper)

#caspers random things

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*blue = Ao3 one shot / green = Ao3 long work / purple = unposted / pink = short (non fandom) writings

Bloody Hands are Kind (wip series)

• Sorrow's Victor (fin.) • Plated Gold Smiles (fin.) • Capitol Perfume (fin.) • The Scars You Leave (fin.) • Bloody Hands are Kind (fin.) • Among the Living (wip)

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Gates of Hell (wip)

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Creation. (fin.)

Dear Icarus (fin.)

Human Nature (fin.)

DNI if you're a bitch :)

[prettyboykatsuki]

ari i came sprinting over when i saw u mention dad zhongli pls spare some thoughts <3

the girl at the altar (the man she prays to) | zhongli (morax)

✭ tags ; extremely dark content ahead, father/daughter blood incest, dead dove: do not eat, noncon -> dubcon, mild injury / blood (zhonglis claws cut readers thigh), the word r*pe is used in the text, also he tucks some hair behind readers ear but no mention of actual hair-type, manipulation, grief / loneliness, regret and mourning, oral (f!recieving), reader is so poor little meow-meow, 18+

✭ wc ; 3.4k (an astonishing number)

✭ a/n ; idk if i got my point across in this one </3 but i tried so i hope someone likes it at least fdjsdk. also sorry if zhongli is ooc he is techincally in his godhood here

also this is like. genshin adjacent. it's not canon but it takes after canon.

✭ synopsis ; you are indifferent to your father. he thinks you have the most beautiful eyes, even when they gaze at him impassively.

You've never met your father.

Haven't. The word would be hadn't, now. You hadn't met your father until you turned 18. And since he's calling you to his chambers, now, you figure that never isn't the right word anymore.

You hadn't met your father until you turned 18. And that's what you would expect from an Archon. They're fickle like that

That's what you've always believed. Perhaps you lack piety.

You're not his only heir. Not his only girl. You're his 7th daughter, but you're the only girl left alive. You live in the Western Hall and do all your own chores. Your mother died when you were 9. And you had never met your father.

All your food was brought to you by an old soldier you lovingly called papa.

Papa was the man you latched onto when you were young. He was mortal and kind - so much older than you. He died before you turned 18, and the only time you have so much as called for your father was asking for money to give him a burial.

Your papa was a mortal man. He had a bald head and all sorts of wrinkles and scars from fighting. His wife died in childbirth. And you loved him terribly, enough to expose yourself as living to a god who seems to have forgotten about you your whole life. He was a public official, but he brought you food and blankets during winter. Brought you sandals when you outgrew your old ones.

Neglect is not the worst fate of a daughter. There is always death so violent metal lingers in your mouth for weeks. There is always assault, always rape. Always worse fates for a daughter than neglect. And even though Papa couldn't raise you, he loved you enough to look after you when he could.

So, after he passed - for the first time in your 18 years of life, you requested the audience of your father.

He was unreadable. Divine. You didn't feel anger nor sadness in your heart. There had been an absence of anguish. To you, at that time, he was just a man and he just happened to sleep with your mother.

Looking back, you wish you would've cried. Would've wept blearily into the sleeves of silks, just so he would look at you with disinterest instead of intrigue.

Men are the same in that way. Perhaps it is ingrained in the God of Contracts to conqueror.

Your father had an aspect of impossibility to him. Something about him felt hungry. Often bitter, but never so much so to be displeasing.

Cold, despite the warm color of amber in his eyes.

("You've requested me for the first time," He says, pouring something into a long pipe "After living like a mouse for nearly 18 years. I'm curious. What brings you here?"

An undeniable intensity fills the room, but you do not waver. You lift your head and open your mouth.

"I want enough money to bury someone,"

He raises his brows.

"Who?"

Your expression changes. You can't contain yourself in this matter. You weep this time, wiping your eyes delicately.

"...My papa,")

After that came the rennovations.

Suddenly, the West Hall was full of life. There were maids and cooks and clothes. And the garden was green, and the fish pond was clean enough to be clear.

At that point, he did not visit. He sent one of his men, a Yaksha named Xiao, to look after you. Small but strong, and fierce but kind.

The whole palace buzzed with the noise of your name for weeks. You had visitors and guests - and suddenly found yourself brushing off etiquette you learned over 10 years ago. When the initial attention died down - there were gifts. Jewels. Silks. Tailors.

Of your siblings, only one of your brothers visited. The one who had visited you all the time even before catching your fathers eye. He merely bid you warning.

Do not be fooled. Do not be swayed.

So you weren't. You tried not to be. Your father was however persistent. The lack of correspondence brought him to you - and in spending time with you, it became so hard to ignore his leering eyes.

He looked at you like many men had before. But there was more to it than just desire, something to great for your comprehension

He didn't know how to act fatherly. Having a daughter is nothing like having a son after all. He could not spar with you, nor could he anger you to challenge.

("What an impassive face you make upon seeing me." He muses, tucking hair behind your ear. You don't feel disgust. You aren't sure what that is, lingering inside you.

"What face should I make?"

"Desperation. Longing for my affection. Sadness, or resentment."

You look at him honestly, a disinterest in your gaze that makes amusement swim in his eyes. He isn't cold, nor is he kind. He isn't disciplinary nor is he unreasonable.

Maybe it has something to do with being an Archon. Why your mortal heart cannot figure out the intricacies of his feelings. Though stories of war and bloodshed ring so loudly in your ear, you don't believe he will hurt you. He isn't that sort of man.

He is not mad, nor belligerent. You glance at him.

"To me, you are an Archon and nothing more."

He reaches for you, fingers outstretched as he runs his knuckle against your temple, thumb brushing your ear and pulling on your lobe. Only stopping to admire the jewels that he's given you. He hums.

"It's that part of you," He says, reaching for your hand - bringing your wrists to his mouth and placing a kiss on the vain "I find so endearing, my child." )

Your father wants to feel like your father. He wants you to long for him like a daughter does. You think that part of him is rather transparent.

His names became more affectionate. My child to my darling girl. Instead of you, it is your name - carefully wrapped up in linen. Instead of passive disinterest, it is amusement. It is flower, or dear, or princess with a lilt of affection.

Your father wants you to regard him as an Archon. As a man. This part of him is rather transparent. Because you know many men and how they look at you. You know he looks at you in such a ravenous way. But those eyes, and the ones that seem to regard you with fatherly fondness, are not so different.

You don't think he is a belligerent. A war-hero? Certainly. Able to spill blood and be forceful? Of course. Yet what you fear is not his tyranny.

He is ruthless. Ruthless in every pursuit. Ruthless in longing for you. Of all the things that make your stomach churn with unease, there is nothing quite like the look in your fathers eyes. Something so predatory and possessive that it crawls into your skin.

(The first time a letter came, from a son of a government official, to ask your hand in marriage - you only heard of it days after.

Not from him, but from the Yaksha who watches over you. He burned the thing in the fireplace and did not so much as blink. No one will have you but him. The message was already so clear, then)

Your father has summoned you, now to his chamber. The man you hadn't met until you turned 18, in the dead of night.

You do not run away, even when some part of you deep down screams. Your father is your father. Your blood. An archon. A vessel. Your father desires his daughter. You think there is no such thing so true.

That means both too much and too little to you. It means too much and too little to him, too.

You are cut from the same cloth.

The doors slide open for you once you've arrived at his chambers. He's sat directly on the floor, a robe with gold thread over his shoulders. There's a bandage over his stomach, over the side and under his arm and a look you can't decipher on his face.

He sounds more lax than you usual. And it leaves you with a sense of foreboding. You bow your head and offer the usual formalities. He chuckle's and lowers his voice.

"Come, child."

You furrow your brow, but you listen as you walk to him.

"Sit."

So you do. Too unsure to be anything other than obedient. You sit on your knees and your father stares at you. He leans forward and takes a deep breath, nose bumping against your shoulder. Heat rolls off of him in waves and he's never felt so much like a man to you. Your heartbeat quickens.

"You smell of flowers. Qingxin."

"The servants put them in the bath tonight."

"It suits you.'

You frown as he pulls away so slightly.

"Why have you called for me?"

"I wished to spend time with my only daughter," He says, not so much as stuttering in his words "Is that so wrong?"

Your frown deepens.

"What do you see in me that makes you so insistent?" You say, unsure if you are strong enough to keep the tremble out of your voice. It occurs to you now, and only now - how all these months have felt.

After papa died, it has been so much lonelier than ever. An aching left inside of you that you never tended too. You wonder if your father knew of it. If that's the reason he showered you in so much attention. A ruthless man like that, who wishes to have you.

You're sure that's something he's capable of. It makes you feel sick

Alone in this room with him, you can feel it more than ever. You are his daughter, so you are his.

And perhaps - a lifetimes worth of burden has befallen you all at once. Perhaps reality has settled on you now as the line gets more blurred. Your indifference towards him cannot outweigh your grief.

But from him especially. In a lapse of judgement, you ask "Why me?"

And your Father responds with laugh. With a troublesome self-assurance.

"You're unlike girls your age. Resilient. Not delicate at all. You grew up to be a fine young woman without any interference from me. The first I'd ever seen you make so much as an expression, it was over your beloved Papa," He says, thinking it over. He places a hand on your neck - thumb against your throat like he's searching for your pulse "So I'm curious, yet angered. What man has taken your affection from me? What can I do to receive it again."

His anger is so residual it sticks to your limbs. If your papa hadn't died before, he would've been dead by now. Uncertainty feels like swallowing a sword.

"Why didn't you tell me someone asked for my hand?"

"A young, royal girl like you cannot just marry any suitor. He wasn't worthy of your time."

The words leave your mouth before you are able to swallow them "And you are?"

This time he smiles at you. And he closes in and you feel disgust and anxiety - but that's not it. Not all. Because there is some vague anticipation for affection. It's all so wrong. A life time of such misfortune. You do not think he's a man with good will, but your mind seems to wander often. About the affection he's shown you when you were so swallowed in darkness. It makes it frightening. Makes your desire indistinguishable from your resentment.

He cups your cheek in the palm of his hand. You can feel how strong he is and your breath hitches. Your eyes grow watery, and you find yourself crying.

"What a pleasant face you make when you cry, my dear," He says, so softly it aches as his thumb rubs underneath your eyes "You grew to be so beautiful."

"I am your daughter, am I not?"

"Of course you are," He replies easily, eyes lidded and low "That is precisely why you are mine."

You swallow a sob into the back of your throat as he moves towards you. Just a little closer, a little more. His hair is untied, and it flows down his back in rolling waves. You look so much like your mother. There's nothing of him in you, not really.

Except that you are his, somehow. Even you know that.

"Look at how you weep," He says, tenderly. A hint of condescension "Do you wish for my pragmatism or my adoration? Don't be fickle."

"Why have you called me here?"

"I missed you," He says simply, pressing a kiss to your cheek so gently it almost feels like you're nothing more than this "I thought to call on you. That's all. Should I comfort you?"

You know what's coming when he asks you this. Your whole body does, a flood of heat in your skin as the Archon of Liyue leans in to press his lips to yours. He kisses like a married man, you think. His lips taste faintly of alcohol. There is a steadiness to all of it, an assuredness to his actions prevents you from wavering. He is your father and he is kissing you like a married man. But you are no mistress. You are just his, and his alone.

And every feeling and emotion twisted up so terribly inside you is burst. You push him but the gestures is weak. A longing for his comfort, and a hatred for his absence. The difference between this two things is minimal and unclear.

Your hands eventually fall to your sides and when you no longer protest - he pulls away from you with a smile. You think he's enjoying himself, nose nudged against your temple as he presses a kiss to you.

"Come."

He pulls you into his lap and your silks slip off your body. He undoes the belt arond your middle and everything comes loose. The sheer of your undergarments leaves you exposed more than you've ever been, bare shoulders in soft light overhead. You turn away from him but you cannot go far. His arm is underneath you in a second. He parts your legs where you have them, feet flat on the floor underneath you.

You are so bare. You've never let anyone see you like this, not even the boys who you used to sneak around and kiss when you were younger. Only your Father, the Archon above his people, has ever laid his eyes upon your bare skin.

You rest in the crook of his elbow, tuck against his chest. You can feel the strength of his leg behind you as you lay into him - face close to his chin and neck. Like a baby being rocked.

He's careful as he pulls the material off further. Your nipples are hard from the exposed air, and visible. He uses a free hand to squeeze the fat of your breasts in his palms.

The gesture leaves you gasping in shame, to which he only laughs.

"Boys must be falling at your feet."

"Aah, hn - there's n-no boys like that."

He twists your nipple lightly between his fingers, a faint scratch from his claws that makes you hiss.

"A father should be there for his daughters firsts, then."

He ducks his head to take them into his mouth and the stimulation is too much. A shame washes over you, melancholy that makes your heart feel like it's at risk of ripping. It feels good. And he is delicate, so kind that you hate it. It doesn't feel as if he is forcing you.

At least it is lacking in violence. Lacking in the sort of bloodshed a man like him knows well. It is tender.

It is an act of love. In some sick, twisted, vile way. It feels like an act of love and you have been so deprived of such a thing. You cannot outrun your grief. Your need is not absent from you.

So when he licks at you so gently, you let yourself be comforted by the gesture. He puts a free hand on your stomach as he does so, reaching lower and lower until his fingers are at the seam of your panties.

"If a boy tries to take you to bed, he should do this much," He tells you, middle fingers pressing into the slick soaked silk against your cunt. He touches your clit carefully "Women are delicate. They break easily if you don't prepare them thorough."

He shifts then. Moves away from you and grabs a pillow - handing it to you. You blink at him blearily.

"Lay and make yourself comfortable. I will hurt you otherwise."

You listen and your father follows suit. It's too much, too suddenly. To see him between your legs like that - your calf resting over his broad shoulders. It makes you let out a miserable gasp. Shame so overwhelming it almost swallows you whole.

There is something so wrong. Something abominable - a bone-deep knowing of how warped love has become. No matter how many times you try to deny it to yourself - the man between your legs feels as if you belong to him. In knowing you are his blood he is able to touch you this way.

It is so divine, in a way. An archon and their heir. A father and his daughter. What are you if not the manifestation of his whims? Of course he's angry you've grown out of his sight - to be something else.

He spreads your legs and peers at you with a sense of satisfication.

"Are you untouched?"

You want to cry. You want to shove him away. You whisper, below your breath "Of course I am,"

"Good," He leans, kisses your clit so tenderly you almost forget. But you can't. Not quite "No man should ever enter here but me."

He takes his time to look. Pushes back the trimmed hairs on your mound with a fond glow. A possession in his gaze as he peers at you. The words tick in your head over and over. You belong to him. Like it couldn't be clearer. Again and again, you think this.

"How gorgeous you are," He says, leaning his head. He kisses the hood of your clit and you cry.

"It's dirty." You say, unable to say much more. And he laughs at you, like a father might. That sense of knowing, the distance of life between you. He sticks his tongue out and the act shoots a bolt of heat through your spine. It's long. Not like yours, not at all.

"Nothing about you is dirty to me," He says easily, letting his tongue and teeth feel around your thighs as you gaps "How could anything about you be dirty?"

You don't think you're meant to find comfort in that but you do. And you watch as he settles him, his nose nudge against the hood of your clit. You can feel the wetness pool underneath you and you are so ashamed. His hands grip your legs tight - claws leaving red indentations. The faintest pricks of blood drip down and stain everything red.

But your father pays it no mind. He's only really focused on you. There's intensity in his eyes, the soft wet heat of his mouth against your sex. His tongue slides against your aching clit, building a steady pace until you can feel something strange in your stomach. Like everything inside of you is coiling slowly. It's a strange, heady sort of feeling.

It makes you feel out of control. And you're not in control of your body or yourself. Only him. Only your father there to soothe his little girl. You open your mouth in a warning - softly pleading for something you don't understand.

"S-something. Hngh, something weird. Feels like I'm gonna pee."

Upon hearing your words, he doesn't still. He keeps pace and hums. It feels like you're rushing headfirst into something - at a speed so intense you can't get your hands on the railing. You grab at his hair because it's the first thing you can think of.

A breathy laugh leaves his lips as you garble something so unintelligible. You feel like nothing makes sense anymore. If someone asked you to distinguish night from day - it'd be pointless. All you can do is hold. Is listen to your fathers words obediently and diligently. Like how daughters so often do.

"That's it. Just like that." He whispers as you convulse, continuing to touch you until you practically have to pry him. A feeling of dread follows the sensation of pleasure so overwhelming.

When you look down, your father is busy licking his lips. He looks bemused by you. Hot tears roll down your cheeks as you lie there.

He reaches for your face once more, leaning forward to kiss you a little more forcefully than last time.

"I'll teach you slowly. Our own special father-daughter time. That will be nice, won't it? So don't fret. And don't run," He draws his thumb along the light lesions on your upper thigh and hips, blood covered digit touching his tongue "We certainly have much to catch up on."

You hadn't met your father until you turned 18.

You wish you never had.

[dustalive]

Hello everyone🗿

This is my lil page where we gettin a bit freakay😎 (I'm JOEKING🥺)

I'm Dust, or thats the alias I went w over the years (it started w my COD username way back then🦅 Explanation incase of confusion under the cut, bcs I am NAWT roleplaying Dust😞)

⌖Mind that english aint my first language pls🧐

⌖any pronouns, cs I kinda don't care and I'm fine w everything online👍

⌖I do art, but I am really slow w my stuff so I won't be posting consistently, and my artstyle may vary😔

⌖If you would want to commision me, pls let me know so I know if I should make an paypal acc

⌖This will prob be an multifandom acc, cs it might vary in what fandom I am in. Fandoms, fav characters etc. under cut!

⌖I will be posting about stuff I only feel like drawing at the moment or what I am most invested in rn, its currently undertale🗿

⌖This is a safe place for everyone<𝟑 🍉

DNI pedophiles, zionists, homophobes, racists, nazis, comshipping, if you actively hate religions and openly spread blasphemy, etc. I don't condone any hate on here. I don't have anything against proshippers as long as you aint toxic or nasty in a way (same goes for shipping in general!!)

Tags, socials and other🥳

You can use my art as pfp/other as long as you clearly credit me! Don't repost my art!! (Unless you have permission)

#dustalives art for my art RAHHH🦅🦅

#ask dust for asks🦴

#dust yappin for yappin and rambles🗿

#dustalive for my sona/oc Dust!

@dustalive on the new Cara art app^^

@dust_alive is my tiktok, I posted DC on it tho

Thanks for reading!

About fandoms, fav games/characters and own alias/character "Dust" under cut->

Fandoms

Undertale, DC, Sekiro, Ghost of Tsushima, JJK, COD, HonkaiSR/(Genshin)

Fav games🗣‼️(yes, this is very important)

Undertale | Batman: Arkham Knight | Ghost of Tsuhima | Sekiro | Detroid Become Human | The last of us | COD: Cold war | Resident Evil: Biohazard | Zelda: Twillight Princess, OG Slatoon, Super Mario Glaxay (Nintendo games🔥)

Fav characters

Killer, Horror (UTMV), Red Hood (DC), Choso (JJK), Boothill (HSR), Sekiro (Sekiro💀), Joel (TLOU)

Regarding my own Alias "Dust": ->

⌖It's now part of my own character/sona, and a separate character from the dusttale!sans (Bcs no, I am not roleplaying as Dust😞). Just wanted to clarify that for future confusion. If it gets confusing to interract with a post (bcs your reaching out to me, and dont mean Dust!Sans if he is involved), you can also just call me Alive ig, but I prefer Dust if its possible, ty!

⌖She is me, but at the same time not, if that makes sense? Ig she is the better version of me that I want to be but can't (her backstory is still related to me tho), as she still has stuff to her character that are directly linked and connected to me, but altered in how she got them, deals with it (such as scars, mental stuff? Dont want to get spesific). But ofc she still has the same character traits as me🗿 I dont want to ruin this character by making them cringy w trauma I can't relate to, or too edgy. And yeah I said she is my sona but I see her more of an oc if that makes sense? Anyway, this is not an direct sona/oc post so I'll keep it short!

Heres my lil sona🦅

[contemptui]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

I won't list the muses I don't have an OTP for. My Hero Academia Katsuki x Izuku // Izuku x Katsuki // Tomura x Himiko x Touya // Toru x Yuga // Minoru x Ibara // Denki x Kyoka Hakuouki Heisuke x Chizuru SpyxFamily Damian x Anya Haikyuu Kage x Yachi x Hina Mysme MC x 707 // Saeran x MC // Sarah x Money // Yoosung x Rika Fire Emblem Grima x Araceli // Faye x Alm // Robin x Chrom // Byleth x Dimitri HSR Caelus x Everyone (minus Firefly / Sam is okay tho, keep that suit on) WuWa Scar x Rover Genshin Impact Ajax x Lumine South Park Stan x Wendy

Caelus is a joke answer, but I'm honestly open with him. I love March 7th and Dan Heng, and Aventurine and Kafka... There are too many characters he's got chemistry with.

HSR has a fantastic roster.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Age gaps don't make me uncomfortable. But pedophilia does, I won't pair an adult with a pubescent child.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFT?

Without stating the obvious. (Read the above answer.)

Tumblr allows detailed smut to be written, the porn ban was lifted and we now have content labels.

Nothing is too steamy. But what I'll write? It depends on who I ship with. SFW RPers, hugs and kisses, at most. NSFW RPers, I'm open to writing just about anything they ask of me.

Suggestive themes and inappropriate questions can still happen with SFW RPers, it's a case by case with the SFW RPers. My priority is to respect my moot's comfort.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Extremely. I won't ship with any RPer that I can't tolerate OOC.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

I can humor most ships. Whatever a close moot asks me, I'm happy to provide for them.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Crushes, no. Ships, yes.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I don't need to write romance in order to have a good time.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

DkBk/BkDk, MHA.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Ask. But don't bother if you see the muse has an exclusive shipping partner. The answer's no.

tagged by: @blastintriumph tagging: @arkhaion, @noquirks, @missanya, & @wishmcker.

[yrobdtsrv-rei]

☆Introduction☆

Hullo, my name is Rei !! I'm just a guy who likes to draw blockmen hehe

MULTIFANDOM NOW!! gonna spruce this up later

My pronouns are he/they, and I'm bi/pan idrk anymore lol

I'm a minor, so don't do any gross stuff please

And I'm Indonesian

Also, FREE PALESTINE🇵🇸

♤Interests♤

Content Creators:

- TommyInnit

- Ranboo

- Tubbo

- Aimsey

- Grian

- Scar

- LDShadowLady

- Smallishbeans

- TheOrionSound (im an olipop pls me need to find more)

Servers:

- Dream SMP

- Origins SMP

- QSMP * dont know the lore, so bare with me here *

- Empires SMP * didnt watch a lot of season 1 *

- Afterlife SMP

- Hermitcraft Season 10

- X Life SMP

Other stuff:

- FNaF

- Honkai Star Rail

- Genshin (havent logged in in a century)

- Generation Loss

- Anime (Zombieland Saga, Bocchi the Rock)

- Hamilton

- AmRev (a bit)

!! DNI !!

- basic dni

- cc!wilbur, cc!dream, cc!sapnap and cc!gnf supporters (booo, get outta here)

- lvjy fans (not welcome here either)

- proshippers

- zionists

- 18+/NSFW accounts (I AM A MINOR!)

- just here to spread hate

Yeah ig thats it???

Also, I will be tagging text posts as #rei's rambles, and art posts as #rei's art !!

[cerisetial]

a field of flowers for the vigilant yaksha ft. xiao x gn! reader (they/them pronouns used)

synopsis: after so much time spent pursuing his duties and responsibilities, even he needs his rest and a field of multicoloured beauties just so happens to be the perfect form of it

quick note — more of a xiao centered piece so it's hardly considered an x reader :) it's implied in the end however so i'll still tag it as such!

WARNINGS: includes spoilers for xiao's backstory, very minimal mentions of blood (?) i think this is all that needs to be tagged but feel free to mention if ever i missed anything :)

eons and eons of suffering there he stands, once so pure and so clean but now blood is smeared on his hands. foes lay on the ground no longer breathing and moving, for the wrath brought down by this yaksha, it's enough to have someone beg endlessly for mercy.

for hundreds of years he has roamed to take life and bring forth death, and for the remaining there he is guarding his beautiful land.

no rest for the wicked, for they should all suffer. those who committ grave sins must be left alone just to wallow and wither.

in his most vulnerable moments where he can't help but scream at the pain. in the moments where his karma slowly makes him break. his strong and lean body seemingly fragile, littered with scars and bloodied. at his state, could someone really see him as the conqueror of demons, or just a poor little soul wishing to dance with the stars and sing tunes to a land afar?

he was once a weak little thing, forced to do things against his will by evil doers who wished for nothing more than damnation and greed. rex lapis had saved him, and he had become free. indebted, a contract had been made. to defend the lands of liyue till his last breath, to slice through opposers with polearm in tow till the very moment he no longer can.

in the present, yakshas and adepti can now be spotted among the common folk. liyue has changed over the many, many years. it is also to note that adepti are no longer tied to have to defend those unlike them, in the new age where humans are able to rule with no lord.

so now here he is, in a glorious space full of colorful and vibrant flowers. by then, he had started to think back to when he had last taken a moment to just breathe. the geo crystalflies flap their wings and illuminate the slowly darkening sky, their beautiful golden glow shining and showing the gleam of his similar colored eyes.

in a field of flowers, the lone yaksha finds rest. well deserved for a warrior who had fought thousands of battles.

for years he was bound by contract and a feeling of obligation to repay his lord. he had served non-stop, fighting and destroying evil almost every minute and dispersing it the next. how could one not get tired of doing the same thing every single day?

in this field he is not alone, a loving companion sitting with him to keep him company. he gets up on his feet and so do they- the companion, slowly moving around together with the gentle glow of golden crystalflies lighting up the space where they move in sync.

the night sky hangs high, the stars glimmer and shine up above. hearing the songs of the wind, they dance together and sing. with every step the binds that have shackled his poor heart slowly melt away, leaving nothing but molten iron in their wake

xiao- once a weak little soul, longing for nothing but freedom from pain and a life of peace. this field of flowers made just for him and the dance given to him by the one who cares for him most provides a sense of internal comfort that he knows he can only dream.

star notes ☆ —;

omg first actual genshin writing after i've announced writing for it and it's not even a request i'm gonna cry i know it's not that much of a reader insert but i hope it's still satisfactory!! stay safe and healthy everyone :)!

— cerise

[ask-captain-gepard]

INFORMATION

"My name is Gepard Landau, I'm a captain of the Silvermane Guards. If you discover anything suspicious in the city, you can always report it to me."

Rules.

-Nothing NSFW. Mod is a minor. Blood, guts and gore is allowed if you ask.

-Hate and Discrimination is not allowed in the slightest.

-Want to ship something? Ask beforehand. (I will say that I don't do OCs, personal preference, sorry.) This doesn't mean I don't want OC asks, and is just limiting them to being platonic.

-mod lives in EST but has a shit sleep schedule. Be patient with response times. Harrassing mod for responses will result in your asks being ignored.

-YOU CAN JOIN THREADS WITHOUT ASKING. PLEASE DO IT. I LOVE TALKING N MEETING NEW PEOPLE AIDHDJ

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Tags

- Sis and Lynxy. (Stuff referring to Lynx and Serval.)

- Lady Bronya (obvious.)

-That Cunning Thief (sampo koski in general.)

-That cunting thief. (specifically @silly-sampo . im tired of putting both tags akbdidiek)

- Under my Protection. (Belobog, duh.)

- Silvermane Guards (The guards, also duh.)

- Trailblazers. (The Nameless.)

- Who? (Other factions.)

- Gepard Answers (Asks.)

- Falling through Hoyoverse (genshin impact crossovers.)

- moddie (mod. duh. ooc stuff.)

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Headcanons that will be used.

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- His Gauntlet is a Prosthetic

- He will lay on top of you depending on who you are. The cat genes are there. (Gepard, Leopard.)

- When he's nervous, he'll touch his amputation scar, or the connection of his prosthetic to his nub.

- In most situations he'll look to Bronya for guidance when she's there, trusting her judgement before his own.

- He savors every meal like it's his last, because it's true. [He is well aware he can die at any time.]

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- He's what I call a 'baby gay'. He's only just realized he's gay, and he doesn't know/understand much about being gay.

- he is loopy when sick. very out of it. he does rarely get sick, though.

my hsr accounts

this one

@ask-serval-landau

@blades-and-spiderlillies

@wildfires-butterfly

@guide-firefly

@dr-golden-ratio

@best-space-pup

@stellarons-vessel (caelus)

More may be added later

masterpost made by one of my pals is right here

(This should've gone up when I made the account in October. Sorry.)

[localceilingdevil]

buggie • any pronouns • artist + animator • multifandom

spam likes + reblogs OK!! [silly tags are very welcome]

youtube || artfight || toyhouse

oc content (inactive woops)

currently obsessing over ocs

hey!! just someone online happy to share whatever I draw. that's all! thank you for stopping by :]

some fandoms I'm into would include rainworld, sky: children of the light, chainsaw man, genshin impact, omori, and especially zelda!!

inbox is always open and welcome to everyone. feel free to ask questions or send me silly stuff!! (doodle requests OK!!)

obligatory tags:

#rw spoilers - be sure to block if you don't want to see spoilers of any sort!

#buggies skycotl posting - block if you're just here for the rainworld content!

#art - all the cool art stuff i do i guess

#rw downpour - silly downpour content

#animation - all the cool animation stuff i do !!

#doodles - low effort pieces, usually drawn in class

#buggie answers - silly ask stuff and whatnot :]

#reblog - not often do i reblog but it's just more cool stuff.

icky people DNI (you know who you are)

specific tags:

RAINWORLD ●●○|○○

#guts - NOT MONK!! this is the silly yellow dude i like to draw every now and then. he is his own slugcat!

#twobits - little blue dot slugcat that is normally drawn with his red lizard friend named doom

#risk - guts' brother. white with a little spot on his right eye. throws hands with lizards on the daily and is littered with scars

iterators

#six myths (sm) - the orange iterator with a leaf cape running around my blog sometimes [she/they]

#hope among the winds (hatw) - purple iterator. she makes masks and is super sweet [she/her]

#flare of shards (fos) - flare!! red guy. hotheaded. anger issues :] [he/him]

#fields vast and fruitful (fvaf) - FIELDS. FIELDSSS. green iterator. he gives off chill gamer dude vibes i love him so much. [he/him]

#boundless prosperity (bp) - purple iterator with star-themed EVERYTHING. [she/they]

#buggies rainworld oc rambles - planning to use this tag in the future to rant about rainworld lore that i have for my iterators and slugcats. probably in the form of simple comics :]

◇ SKY CHILDREN OF THE LIGHT

#meteorite (he/him) - goofy hat guy with a bird. sometimes can be seen rocking a scar and earrings

#asteroid (she/they) - sibling of meteorite. they too have a scar on their eye and can be seen wearing their hair down. uses a sickle

#darkstone (he/him) - beloved guide of eden! gratitude mask and antlers. firework staff

#lune (he/him) - brother of darkstone. another guide :] gratitude fox mask and glasses over said mask.

#starlight (she/her) - sister of darkstone. also a guide ! she wears the weasel mask and cute shoes with socks

#whale (they/them) - forest elder hair and fabric covering nose and mouth. very bulky

#eel (they/them) - top dog of the valley racers. braids. sometimes wears gold tusk earrings

#fire (he/him) - also a beloved valley racer. flight hair and tufted sideburns. ultimate gift flight feathers and abyss military cape

#monowing (they/any) - valley racer. moth hair, earmuffs, scarf and a snowboard. owl cape

#north (he/him) - not necessarily a racer but he's friends with them. long silky hair and earrings. paints on his cheeks with glue and glitter.

#branch (she/her) - little gal. two braids and withered horns. leaf cape

#bird (he/him) - little dude! emo hair swept over one eye and juggler cape and pants. carries a guitar with him

#buggies skycotl oc rambles - self explanatory lol. I'm very passionate about them so who knows, maybe I'll start talking about them more in the future

#buggie's coliseum junk - coliseum is an original storyline filled with my non-fandom characters. a hobby!!! and the subject of many many years of fixation

[lily-isalittlegirl]

intro <3

hello and welcome !! i'm lily, welcome to the place where i have zero original ideas; i hope you enjoy your stay .ᐟ

about me:

she/they

musician !! and composer !!

writer !! but a reader most of the time

NERD /affectionate

links:

carrd (pronouns, spotify, discord, ao3 linked)

ao3 (some works may be registered-only)

mc/genshin: stellarlune_

my tags !!

— talkin' : usually regular textposts or adding my two cents that MATTER

— quoted : references to other posts or media/fandom/anything else, or things i want to remember

— lily lore : literally what it says. lore abt me. backstory. and such.

— woahkfjshakfjs : crazy stuff or shitposts, probably won't use this often

other tags i post to:

<3 : things i love !! usually humans or animals being cute and such. if it's a specific animal i will sometimes tag said animal.

bio : i am a biology kid through and through, chem and physics and all the other sciences got NOTHING on bio

astronomy : okay maybe i lied i like stars too (as evidenced on my blog LMAO)

writing : yeah that's self explanatory i write things (possible variant: #writes)

fandoms (that you will see me interact in):

minecraft (hermitcraft/life series, empires & all associated smps, old dsmp)

WHITEPINE (an ivorycello cinematic production) (deserves its own category thank you)

jjk (to an extent; never actually consumed the original medias)

secret shanghai (these violent delights/our violent ends; foul lady fortune/foul heart huntsman)

grishaverse (shadow and bone/six of crows/king of scars)

purple hyacinth (webtoon)

keeper of the lost cities (delicious scrumptious book six was peak)

genshin impact (mobile player and down bad

and that's it .ᐟ thank you for visiting hehe

technoblade never dies <3

[coffeeaddictandinsomniac]

hello! figured i should probably finally make an introduction post lmao

i'm cai/caiffee! i go by he/him pronouns and am very, extremely, utterly gay.

i write fanfiction a hell of lot, mostly mlm ships but some gen stuff as well. i'm a multi shipper for a lot of fandoms as well.

current fandoms: minecraft diaries

current ships: garroth/laurance (/aphmau as well)

still slightly active fandoms: genshin impact, honkai: star rail, wuthering waves

still slightly active ships: scar/rover, dr. ratio/aventurine, kaeya/albedo

my talking tag is: caiffee spills

my fanfic tag is: caiffee's fics (or caiffee's wips for wips!)

[jianxin]

♡ I'm ranpo, she/her, adult, and this is my side blog! i am the host in a sub system. i wanted to make a place for myself beyond our sub system blog! you'll have to dm and ask for our main blog, as we do not feel safe having it out in the open.

♡ you can expect various posts of my thoughts here, as well as: self ship talk, mood boards, gender coining terms, and maybe some posts from my headmates sometimes.

♡ some of the things im into right now are: genshin/hsr, wuthering waves, vkei, bsd, anything pink, and music!

♡ no dni or byf, but keep in mind i am proship / anti harassment and i will post about it! oh also no minors <3

these are the main characters i self ship with! some i am uncomfortable sharing, but I won't say which ones publicly to avoid harassment !! I have them sorted by source, ill have tags for them in the future

wriothesley | neuvillette | dottore | diluc | tartaglia (genshin) ♡ blade | jing yuan | jingliu | welt yang | dr ratio | sunday (hsr) ♡ fyodor | poe | nikolai | mori (bsd) ♡ scar | calcharo | jiyan | yinlin (wuwa) ♡ orochimaru | kakashi (naruto) gilbert (pandora hearts) ♡ undertaker (kuroshitsuji) ♡ + others!