#one-sided wriolette

[thekaiqueen]

Some of my genshin ships that aren't reciprocated

Most of the time when i see ships its reciprocated romantic relationships and i just feel like people dont really talk about other dynamics (one-sided, exes, etc)

not including queer-platonic ships because most of my ships are

1. Wriolette (one-sided)

I might not be remembering my lore right, but Wrio was a teenager when he went on trial, which is also when he met Neuvi. I think he was like Wrio's gay awakening or whatever.

2. Neuvichi & Clorchi & Chibedo (one-sided)

Childe is just that one tweet that was like "im pansexual which means im attracted to anyone who can beat me in physical combat" I doubt most of them last longer than a few days but still.

3. Wriorinde (exes)

They give exes-to-besties vibes. I hc both of them to be aspec (Clorinde arospec and Wriothesley Ace) and i feel like they would joke and say like "yeah, they're the reason im aro" or smthg

4. Kazugorou (exes)

Idk i think they'd have gotten together during the war cause of like "we could die any second, i wouldnt mind dying along side you" but realized afterwards that they just didnt work together, theyre still friends tho.

5. Dottolisa (exes)

Honestly i was writing a collei fic and thought it'd be funny if while Dottore was doing his thing he would talk about his ex-girlfriend. And then Collei finally escaped and went to mond only to meet said ex-girlfriend.

[evelynpr]

The Fontaine main cast are all so thematically, emotionally, and narratively connected to each other that you can ship them in nearly every way and it somehow works.

I'm talking Furina, Neuvillette, Arlecchino, Clorinde, Navia, and Wriothesley here.

Wriolette? The upholders of the order of Fontaine. One on the surface, and one in the depths.

Clorivia? Childhood friendship, betrayal, and now healing with the truth and past resolved.

Neuvifuri? 500 years of closeness and understanding, mixed with distance and regret. Only after her sacrifice are they finally both free.

Arlefuri? Changing their fates through sheer force of will. Protecting the people who need on them, while accepting nothing in return.

Wriolinde? They were going to protect Fontaine together if its the last thing they do. Their trust is unbreakable.

Arlevia? Protecting their loved ones beyond the law. With a system and world that did not care for them, they care for their family their own way.

Knavilette? The seemingly cold and distant with bleeding hearts. They always keep their distance for fear of what would happen in a moment of weakness, especially with their overwhelming power.

Navilette? Personal regret with injustice and loss, now healing with compassion and understanding.

Furinde? The selfless princess and her loyal champion. She has always been by her side, protecting her with her blade, but only now does she get to know the real "Furina"

There are even more I haven't touched on (lemme know if you'd appreciate it ig?). These characters are just so...so interconnected through Fontaine with its themes on justice, order, love, loyalty, and more. They really knocked it out of the park with creating such a beautiful and complex cast of characters.

[r0-boat]

hiii can i request for more neuvwrio x reader pls!! :DD thank youuu

Yes you may!!! I'm going to throw head cannons in your face now!

Wriolette x Reader Omegaverse! Poly headcannons

Omega!Neuvillette x Omega!reader x Alpha!Wriothesley

NSFW mixed with SFW so mdni

Sovereign Dragon Omega is not the same thing as human omega. Nuevillette for one is strong enough to hold back the urge to mate during his heat or when an alpha is in rut or not submit to when a mouthy alpha tries to snarl at him to intimidate him. However, that could only last for so long, struggling to keep his composure to the point he stammering to your and Wriothesley's bed.

The Poor Hydro Dragon is far too busy to make a nest, so he hijacks yours. He can't help himself! It smells of everything you, with a hint of Wriothesley, because you made him scent some pillows. If you try to kick him out, he'll give you the puppy dog face you'll ever see. Could you say no to that face?

Wriothesley is the "pack alpha" but really Nuevillette is the true leader. Wriothesley submit so sweetly when Nuevillette decides to be done playing nice. Wriothesley thinks being in charge is hot. But wouldn't want to actually demand his two lovers to do anything they don't want to do. He's just here for the sexy punishments, or the sexy rewards.

Nuevillette is the voice of reason. When Nuevillette tells you do something, you do it without question. There will be consequences if not

Sandwiched between two overworked partners, it is up to you to make sure these guys eat, sleep, and drink (Wriothesley) properly. And you rewarded with scary dog privileges. Your heart melts the way Nuevillette's eyes light up when he sees you coming into his office. Delicious soup in your hand, you place it on his desk, kissing him on his forehead before turning to leave, but he can't bear depart from you just yet. His hand reaches for your shirt, and he asks, "Stay with me, mate? Just for a little while."

Or when you give Wriothesley some water with his 4th cup of tea He grabs you and moves you into his lap wrapping his arms around you holding you gently. You could feel and hear him groaning against your shoulder. After a while you think it's cute until you noticed he becomes slack and extremely heavy.

Nuevillette in heat is more insatiable than Wriothesley on his first rut after being off suppressants. It's a good thing that dragon heats, and ruts only come about once a year rather than every month. Nuevillette will drain Wriothesley's balls before hunting you down when the poor Duke can't give him anymore. Sometimes, you already be being held hostage by him. The Dragon demands both of his mates.

Wriothesley is a provider; if you want one thing, he will get you five of those things. The guy doesn't really know how to do communication and talking and stuff. He doesn't know how to put his feelings into words, so like a happy puppy, he will bring you some flowers and hope you reward him with pets and kisses. That puppy will turn into a rabid dog when he sees so much as a scratch on your cheek. Can you imagine that you got into an altercation with someone, and you tried to hide the bruise on your cheek only for him to grab your chin gently yet firmly, forcing your head to the side so you can get a better look at yourself? His voice was low and threatening. "Who did this to you?"

[cheetomelitoo]

I have a wriolette hurt/comfort idea but I don't have time to write so I'm infecting tumblr with my brainrot.

Spoilers for 4.1 archon quest and neuvilette storyquest

Imagine Neuvilette actually making progress in opening up to wrio about his problems, wrio is perfect at handling him it feels almost otherworldly... except he has forgotten something important. How can there be a meaningful relationship if one side isn't really being honest.

Wriothesley isn't letting his guard down even after all of the things that have occurred between them. He is reluctant to really talk about himself or his personal life, neuvilette finds this bizarre since wrio was the one who convinced him to open up in the first place, yet here he is clearly bothered by something.

But then again how can wriothesley be honest to neuvi about his troubles when technically he has played a part in them. This would destroy the chief justice as much as it destroys wrio himself.

The truth is that even after all these years, he still has moments where he feels so empty and so alone. Orphaned at a young age and imprisoned half his life, he learned to toughen up. But when he is alone and noone can see him, deep inside he is still that kid who cried himself to sleep because he didn't know if he would have food to eat the next day, the kid who was beaten up every day, the kid who was alone. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat because the fighting of the prisoners outside reminded him of his youthful days.

He is embarrassed to admit it because technically its all over. He should be over this. The painful and humiliating reality however is that he keeps relieving these memories every day, they are his cruel reality. A little sound or a familiar image is enough to send him flashbacks. He tries to calm himself with tea but it doesn't always work, sometimes he is is just forced to deal with his own grief by himself.

How can he tell his beloved neuvilette that his judgement sucked the life out of him?

[yllirya]

Superhero landing, wriolette edition

Superhero landing, wriolette edition

landing on the opposite legs - cool coincidence or… possible physical hurt? Facts & HCs below for both ft. Neuvi's cane and Wrio's boxing stances (aka angsty ideas for physical pain)

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Neuvi - landing on his left knee

There's the riddle from Enkanomiya with the vishap who broke his leg -let's say Neuvi has. But which one? He almost always has his cane in his right hand - the cane should go on the opposite side than the painful limb for a normal walking pattern.

But if the cane is in his right hand and his left leg should be hurt, why land on the left? He may be a bit masochistic - he would rather have this one taking the hit again. Or, think of how it is to stand up from that position. His right leg will push him up (aka the uninjured one).

Wrio - landing on his right knee

During his AA-seq., his right hand and leg are more dominant to hit with. Maybe he's used to having his right knee getting the hard stuff. As w Neuvi, maybe he rather takes dmg on st that is already fucked up, using the other to stand up. Or…

Look how his left leg is his stable point (ult very good example) - what if his right can't be that bc he has hurt it too much before? (Think of stability problem.) He has very fast footwork in 2nd-4th AAs. But in 1st, 2nd, and 5th AA, skill, and ult, he uses his left side as the pillar.

Conclusion: some things are controversial but imo they both land on the leg they hurt. (And for better angst, put self-depreciative mental reasons behind too bc why not.)

Feel free to use these facts&HCs in yours - I certainly will(🙂😈). I could write an essay about this with exactly named medical conditions but who would even care haha:))

[ddamnie]

i feel hella sick so why not to think about hanahaki wriolette au

that can partially justify the disease because only dragons can have it because that’s something too ancient and for strong creatures only (they had only paws back then, they were unable to pick up flowers so why not to throw up with them to attract attention of the needed partner wow so romantic)

and wriothesley just doesn’t get why one day they are pretty close buds with neuvillette and the other he ignores almost all of his letters and visits him only when the main aim of the visit is to talk to sigewinne

wrio misses his petite friend and he sneaks into the tube that leads to sigewinne’s cabinet

neuvillette is on one of the beds and the melusine is studying a bunch of pretty white and blue petals wondering what’s going on

because neuvi forgot about the disease just like he did with most of his dragon days

but his reaction to wriothesley is telling — he panics and starts coughing and stops only when the duke is by his side, he helps with his pretty hair that in no way should get dirty

one of the petals falls to the ground and wriothesley is quick to grab it before neuvillette does that and says that glaze lily’s his favourite flower because it looks just like the iudex, he then blushes and quietly invites him to his office to show how to properly make some tea with flowers and asks not to eat petals any more

sigewinne is quick to take a step back and laugh quietly while embarrassed neuvi just nods accepting the invitation

that time they don’t have the petals to try and make some tea so they just talk about something stupid

they don’t try glaze lily tea even after that because neuvillette has no more petals left

[chickenkupo]

Just My Luck

Just My Luck

Summary: The lands are ruled by ruthless gods of various levels of power. Humanity is only a means to an end for their endless desires, if they happen to gain their attention. Many lay low, do what they can to appease the gods and try to live their lives out, as best they can, given the circumstances. Wriothesley is one such mortal. Having committed a great crime as a young boy, he’s constantly fleeing from his past. Little did he know; however, his constant misfortunes lead to his destiny, and it is most certainly not what he was expecting.

Recommendations: None, this is a purely AU work, so you’re good to go, reader.

Warnings: 18+ content, ya’ll. We’re going to get a little spicy here. Not my usual sort of Wriolette content. Neuv is going to be a little dark and demanding in this one, so if that sort of content (I’d guess you’d say it’s very close to yandere), then this isn’t for you. Religious hints/themes are also present in this. Consent really doesn’t exist here. I have been thinking of this sort of god x human trope for a while now, and I just needed to get it out of my brain. So, I guess this is a little self-indulgent work that I hope others out there will appreciate as well? Also, it’s putting me in a mental headspace to make a little follow-up chapter to Coming Home, since it’s looking like ya’ll are wanting that, hehe.

Also, one more warning. This is me trying to write a SHORT story and not have this as a full-blown novel. However, if this does receive a lot of love, I will 100% rewrite this to be a multi-chaptered work. This is me practicing self-restraint and tldr make a short story, you freaking gremlin sorta thing. OH, also, this isn’t beta-read, but will 100% be if this makes it to being AO3-post worthy.

AN: I AM TOO LAZY TO UPDATE MY WARNINGS BUT I MESSED UP AND THIS IS SO LONG BUT ENJOY IT AND IF YOU WANT AN EVEN LONGER VERSION WITH MORE LORE AND ACTION LET ME KNOW IN THE COMMENTS PLZ AND I WILL POST ON AO3 I FAILED KEEPING THIS SHORT, I AM SOOOORRRY

Wriothesley grunted as he was pushed forward, his hands bound behind his back by a golden metallic rope that refused to give way, even in the slightest. The guards that stood beside him ensured that he continued walking down the extravagantly decorated hallway, figures lining each side wearing various elegant dresses and suits, some even in intricately designed armor that mortals were rarely blessed to see. They all watched as the bound man was ushered onward to a large set of doors, decorated with a carved design of a long, serpent-like dragon encompassing the entire outer border of both doors, as if it were protecting what was beyond them. Wriothesley tried to slow his pace, flexing his well-defined muscles, doing whatever he could to try to break the bonds that held him in place, but nothing worked. The guards beside him only stared at his pathetic attempts at breaking free, a few patrons from the sidelines murmuring to themselves, commenting on how he should give up and how silly mortals were, thinking that they could defy even the smallest demands of the gods.

He always found himself in the most unfortunate circumstances, but this was the worst fate that could have befallen a human. Most of his kind kept their heads bowed, living silent lives and avoiding the powerful gazes of the deities that ruled their lands. For mere mortals, the prime level of life that they could wish to live was providing high level sacrifices to appease their rulers, hoping that they would be blessed in return or even ignored, in hopes of being allowed to live their lives to the best of their abilities. If they failed to uphold to this standard and a god felt slighted, even in the smallest of ways, then they were bound to become cursed, and experience the worst luck imaginable, having them wishing for a swift death. No, the gods loved toying with their victims, extending their punishment for as long as possible, feeding upon their misfortune, until their victims took their very last breaths. It was a miserable existence, but as long as you dedicated yourself to providing sacrifices that satisfied their desires and obeying whatever they commanded, then you could potentially avoid their gazes and wraths.

However, Wriothesley didn’t feel as though that was an existence worth living. He was a man that was shaped by misfortune, and rarely feared it. Having been orphaned at a young age and shoved from one foster family to another, he knew exactly what misfortune was, without the direct punishment of the gods. Each family he was tossed to was worst than the last. From having one family relying on him to provide them with everything and having worked to the point of exhaustion to keep food on the table, only to endure harsh beatings regardless of the outcome every night, to being sent off to fighting rings to win boxing matches against young men his age and older, he had seen it all. He eventually had enough and turned on his last foster family, killing his adoptive parents in the middle of the night, fleeing the area and taking the other children that happened to have the same misfortune as him to wherever he was going to go. They did find refuge in small, abandoned buildings, and for once his luck did strike true as he was able to find families that would take his adoptive brothers and sisters in, and not expose them to the same fates that they had before. No, these people took true pity on them, bringing them in and giving them a proper home and a good foundation for raising them. The same families always offered Wriothesley the same conditions, but he would always deny them, saying that he was far too damaged and messed up to be worth anything, too far gone for any sort of redemption or happy ending. Before they could even try to convince him otherwise, he had already taken his leave and was moving onto his next venture.

The young boy grew into a young man, roaming from city and city, finding places to work manual labor that would provide him with just enough funds to survive off of. Whenever a place offered him a permanent position or abode, he would thank them, and then immediately leave, onto the next city, town or village. He didn’t know why, but there was a part of his soul that felt like he was always in constant danger, and needed to run from prying eyes, even if he had no enemies. Though he had murdered his foster parents in cold blood as a boy, there were no further investigations into this, almost as if the crime had never happened. He wished so desperately that this was the truth of the matter, but his suspicions never seemed to completely wane. Someone had to have known, whether it be a mortal or a god. He knew that he was going to have to face the consequences of his actions, however justified that they were. So, he vowed that he would continue moving onward, never stopping, always running.

So, that’s exactly what he did. He never stayed long enough for any human or deity to know him well, and he wanted to keep it that way. Discretion was key, and to be honest with himself, this type of living excited him and kept him feeling alive. For once, he thought that he had finally hit it lucky, this was the lifestyle meant for him and he was going to live it to the fullest. Though his suspicions and underlying fear ruled him deep down, there was an odd sense of freedom that he felt being out on his own like this, and he never wanted to lose this. For once in his life, he felt lucky to be in the position that he was in. He was afraid to feel happy, but he couldn’t help himself. His adoptive brothers and sisters were on their way to a better future, and maybe one day, so would he.

Well, as quick as luck had visited him, it was just as fast to leave. The young man was continuing his work assisting a local general store with helping them bring in heavy goods, a horribly weighted sack placed on his shoulder as he was able to transport it inside of the store before multiple guards, lesser deities by the look of them, all approached him at once. Wriothesley immediately dropped the sack and tried to take off, not even taking the time to question their motives, but he was easily detained. One deity grabbed him by the shoulder and twisting it, pushing him against the wall as another guard brought out a metallic, golden rope, that automatically tied his wrists together behind him. Wriothesley growled as he tried to resist, now finding the time to begin spouting questions as he realized the situation that he was currently in.

“The hell did I even do?! I just got here and haven’t broken any laws, let me go!”

“That’s not up for discussion. You’re to come with us, no questions asked. Any hesitation, and we’ll hunt down your adoptive family and have them suffer for the rest of their days.” one of the growls out, tightening the rope around his wrists ever so slightly, for emphasis. Immediately, Wriothesley shut his mouth and said no word and offered no resistance. So, his suspicions were correct, someone had been keeping tabs on his whereabouts and knew about his past, but what god or mortal alike would hold any sort of interest in him? Sure, he was handsome and had both women and men swooning for him, but that never held any sort of value to him. He also didn’t have any sort of money in savings to his name, using whatever little he earned from odd jobs to be able to afford housing and small, pitiful meals and other necessities.

His heart felt like it skipped a beat, as he immediately reminded himself about his biggest fear. Was this finally the retribution that he would be facing for his previous sins? Did the families of his abusive foster parents that he murdered finally send out their agents to find him, and a god had felt it was their time to shine to torture a mortal? There was no escaping it, even if it was the case. Wriothesley then opted to keep his mouth shut, hoping he was overthinking the situation. But, what else could this possibly be over, then? He needed answers, but he wasn’t about to try to fight against them for it.

Reluctantly, Wriothesley complied with their demands, and was ushered into a rather delicately designed carriage, one that clearly belonged to a higher-powered god, but which, he had no idea. The guards also remained silent on the manner, merely ushering him in and taking an odd interest in keeping him safe and comfortable, but still under their ever-watchful gazes. They continued onward with their journey, and eventually reached to where they were now, standing in front of those formidable doors, gods of various levels of power and renown surrounding them all, but their focus all centered on him and him alone. Wriothesley’s heart was racing in anticipation, knowing that he had no choice but to face whatever was beyond those doors, even if it ended up killing him, or worse.

A low, guttural growl was heard, seemingly originating from past the closed entryway in front of them, which had Wriothesley’s eyes widening in shock. Never in his life had he heard such a noise, no other god he had known or met personally held the sort of power that was radiating from such a sound. The others that were previously surrounding him were now shuffling away in fear, some were even shaking, staring straight ahead. A thought suddenly ran through Wriothesley’s head, he noticed that all of the deities were distracted, and he could easily flee from the scene. He tried to will his body to run, but instead it only stayed firmly planted in place, his body no longer under his control. His heart began to race in a sudden panic, and it wasn’t eased as the closed doors in front of him began to part, opening up to reveal a continuation of the current hallway that he was in, but a darkness was at the very end, hiding whatever it was that was awaiting him.

What happened next horrified the young man beyond measure, and by then he knew that he was doomed.

“Wriothesley, step forward, come to me, come to your destiny.” a regal voice called out, though the growl from before was also heard in the same voice, as if they were perfectly mixed together. Whoever was calling to him, this had to be one of the ancient gods of lore, mighty beasts that garnered so much power from its followers and victories of war, that it gained godhood. But, what would such a highly positioned god want with someone low and poor, as himself? Wriothesley wasn’t about to argue, however. Wriothesley tested his muscles, now being able to freely move them. He had regained control of his body, and along with that realization, the golden metallic rope that was previously wrapped around his wrists shattered, releasing their hold on him. Whoever this was wanted him to come willingly and freely, but also prevented him from having any other option. After taking a moment to mentally accept the situation for what it was and what it could possibly be, the man slowly but surely took step after step, inching his way forward, obeying the command that had been called out to him.

Once he was past the dual doors, they both slammed shut behind him, as if signaling there was no way to truly turn back now, the only way was forward. The young man jumped in response to the loud noise behind him, but didn’t bother looking back. Instead, the man glared as he looked forward, a figure now clearly standing where darkness once was, the hallway now oddly illuminated, as if showcasing the person directly in his path.

The god before him stood mighty and tall, long white hair with just as long blue streaks, decorated with golden ornaments, robes that matched the varying colors of the ocean’s brightest waters, swirling around his slim body in an ancient style of robes. His eyes were a sharp lilac color, and gave an odd feeling of being so similar to the eyes of a feline, slit pupils that were slightly dilated as his gaze was transfixed to Wriothesley.

“I see that time has done you well, Wriothesley. You certainly grew into a rather handsome man. I will forever consider myself fortunate to lay claim on you so many years ago, before the others could.” At this, Wriothesley gasped, anxiety beginning to rise within his chest. A god laying claim on him? Ages ago? He would have remembered such a thing, seeing as though the deities usually made a huge spectacle when they took a human as theirs. It wasn’t an uncommon act, but according to what Wriothesley remembered hearing, a god had to be completely enamored with a mortal to do such an act. A claim meant ownership of the mortal by the god, sure, but it also bound them together in a deep, intimate way. The god would always know the whereabouts of the mortal, their control over them being absolute. For the mortal, it meant having a power being provide and protect them, but gods tended to be jealous beings, and this often resulted in a rather lonely existence for the mortal. There were humans that found this to be an absolute obsession for themselves, dolling up their looks and doing what they believed would get the attention of some sort of god that would claim them, but many found that staying away from this sort of deep-rooted obsession was better for them.

“I’m sorry, but I think you’ve got the wrong guy. No one’s laid claim on me and- “

“Then how would you explain your horrible luck then, Wriothesley?”

The young man shuddered, every time the god in front of him said his name, an odd wave of feelings started to phase through him that he couldn’t quite explain. It was like it felt right, and a small part of him wanted to hear the figure continue to say his name, until he couldn’t handle it anymore. The hell was wrong with him? He has never had such thoughts about others like this, why now?

“I-I’m not following…”

“I saw you kill your foster parents. I knew what you did was justified, my dear. They were horrible and their sins innumerable. You did what you needed to do to protect yourself and the little ones. It’s not often that I find myself observing humans as closely as you, and I knew from that moment forward, you were someone I wanted. Someone with such a profound sense of justice, and the spirit to carry out punishment. So, I cursed you.” The man continued to explain, as if it were common knowledge.

“Why the fuck would you curse someone that you’re interested in? Are you fucking insane?!” Wriothesley shouted out, stomping forward to stand right in front of the mighty being. The ancient one’s brows furrowed, glaring at the young man in front of him.

“Wriothesley…” the god said, his tone demanding respect and issuing a single and final warning.

Wriothesley bared his teeth at the ancient one, issuing his own, small, pathetic growl, in comparison. However, he understood and heeded the silent warning, not taking any further action, allowing the omnipotent being before him to continue on with his explanation.

“Of course. I didn’t want to take you away, especially with you being so young. However, I wanted no other god to look upon you in favor and want you for themselves. So, I placed a curse on you, and took care of anyone being aware of you committing murder. You would always feel as though someone or something was chasing you. A home would never be one for long, your soul aching to keep searching for something. If a suitor tried to approach you, you would take no notice or interest. They, also, would disappear from your life. Luck would abandon you, forcing you to follow your true destiny with hardships that would test you, mold you for your potential to come alive. You were to keep living your life, until I was prepared to receive you, and you were of a proper age. Now, is the time, Wriothesley…”

The powerful being before him then snapped his fingers, the area around them turning pitch black for just a moment, before the it was illuminated once more, showing a marble decorated room with various different nautical decorations adorning every aspect of it. Blues, golds and silvers lined and adorned every aspect of it, treasures beyond measure lay everywhere, as if the room itself were a museum of the heavenly bodies. In the middle of the room, and directly behind the god, was a giant, circular bed with blankets of the finest silk with the same level of intricate designs on them as well. Wriothesley’s breath stuttered, as he took a small step back, his head tilting to the side in confusion.

“Now is the time to consummate our binding, wouldn’t you agree? It’s been many years, and my hunger for you is insufferable…” the being in front of him stared intensely into his own eyes, unable to avoid him. A million thoughts were running through Wriothesley’s mind, but only one question was able to come out.

“W-w-who are you…?”

“Ah, yes. Sincerest apologies, my love. You may know me by many names, and by many forms, though this is my true self, that I will never hesitate to show and share with you. The title you humans appear to have given me in my temples is Neuvillette, god of all that is hydro, the waters of all are mine, of the lakes, the sea…” Neuvillette purred as he began to approach Wriothesley.

“Of every human body, but especially yours…”

The young man hastily started taking steps backwards, never keeping his eyes off of the powerful being before him, but it was to no avail for his situation. Suddenly, behind him, he felt a sort of cushion that he was then pushed down onto, sheets wrapping up around him as he became entangled in them. It took a moment for him to realize that the god before him must have teleported the both of them straight to the circular bed he had observed before, and now both of them completely nude and exposed to each other. Wriothesley shrieked as realized the position that the two were in now, him being laid out on the bed like a meal on a decorated platter, while the god above was draped over him in pure possession and domination, but that wasn’t the only reason why he screamed out. The young man also observed the full body of the god in front of him, perfectly chiseled muscles but with a slim, elegant figure. White, creamy skin that was free from any blemish or imperfection, and perfectly smooth with little to no body hair, except for his lower body, where white pubic hair trailed from below his navel down towards his lower pelvic region, where instead of one perfectly thick and long member, he seemed to have…two…

Oh, fuck, he was truly not going to make it out of this alive, whether Neuvillette realized it or not.

“G-Get the fuck off of me, just kill me!” Wriothesley screamed out, trying his best to push the god off of him, but once more, to no avail. Though his muscles were much larger than the deity that was draped above him, it mattered little. Whatever claim the god had on him seemed to hold true, he could never overpower him.

“Never, Wriothesley, never, you’re staying with me for the rest of eternity. I will show you how a god truly appreciates his claimed…” Neuvillette growled out, as he lowered his head and nuzzled Wriothesley’s neck, licking it repeatedly in a sensual manner, as if he were handling an absolute treasure. Wriothesley shut his eyes as he moaned in pleasure, not able to prevent himself from doing so, as his hips started rutting upwards, his member starting to harden from just the simplest of touches from this being. He blushed in embarrassment, but no one had ever touched him in this way before, no one had ever said such words to him. Everything he ever wanted to hear and feel from someone, Neuvillette was serving it on a silver platter for him, and he was a starved mortal, ready to accept it all.

“Ah, ah, what are you doing to me, Neuvillette…” Wriothesley breathed out, in a husky voice, fully immersed in all of the emotions and sensations he was feeling. Neuvillette only smiled against the skin of his neck, as his hands began to roam the young man’s body. Soft, but powerful hands continued to caress him, touching Wriothesley in places he never dared imagine anyone else doing so. From his muscled pectorals, down the sides of his stone hard abdomen, and then finally down to his rear as Neuvillette grabbed his cheeks, giving them a nice, firm squeeze, sharp nails digging into the meat of them, but never breaking the skin.

“I’m showing you how much you mean to me, you’re my desire, my passion, my reason to hold firm to my rule, so that no other may touch you like this. Only me, only ever me…” Neuvillette mumbled, burying his head back into the crook of Wriothesley’s neck as he continued.

Wriothesley let out a dirty moan as Neuvillette’s fangs elongated, rooting themselves deep into his neck, and tasting of his blood. The god made sure that when he released and his fangs retracted, that the wound would heal, but leave behind a deep scar that none other would question. He made sure in the back of his mind, to order one of his underlings to immediately begin commissioning a necklace for Wriothesley, that would accentuate his looks but also have the marks forever on full display for the world to see.

At this point, Wriothesley was hard as a rock, his member leaking precum as it begged for attention, for a release, for pleasure, and Neuvillette was more than happy to oblige. Removing himself from the young man’s neck, Neuvillette moved over to Wriothesley’s lips, licking them lightly, biting at him just a smidge, before he invaded them completely, inserting his long tongue and exploring the depths within. Wriothesley greedily allowed him to do so, wrapping his arms around the neck of the god, pressing him further down so that the kiss could be deepened even further, if that was possible. Neuvillette could only smile as he continued his assault, a hand now trailing down Wriothesley’s body, feeling the differences between the two. Where Neuvillette’s body was smooth and perfect, Wriothesley’s had dark hair that covered his arms, some of his chest, and definitely trailed down to his lower regions, oozing manly features. His body, though littered with scars from the trials and tribulations of his life, only seemed to further decorate how in his own way, he was powerful and worthy to be the claimed of Neuvillette.

As the hand of the god reached Wriothesley’s member, the man groaned, still stuck in the deep and passionate kiss, continued to raise his hips up, a while leaving his lips as his member demanded any sort of friction against it. Neuvillette grabbed him, stroking up and down, thumb teasing the leaking head. The kiss finally broke as Neuvillette desired to see Wriothesley’s pleasure, as he continued to pump the member of his claimed, doing every action so perfectly and true to the wants and needs of the young man. It wasn’t long before Wriothesley was breathing hard, his body shaking as he released all over the god, thick ropes of cum shooting out and even coating Neuvillette’s chest, as if adding to the creamy skin of his claimer.

Neuvillette could only continue to smile as Wriothesley repeatedly began to apologize, ashamed of what he had done but enjoying feeling every effect his god was bestowing upon him.

“Shhh, my soul, hush now with that. I do not want your apologies for indulging in what I give freely to you. Now, roll over…” Neuvillette growled out, the animalistic side of him starting to show. Wriothesley trembled beneath Neuvillette for a moment, but the god only offered him an odd sense of assurance as he gently led Wriothesley to roll over onto his stomach, directing him to keep his chest lowered onto the bedsheets but his rear raised high, on full display to his god. The young man, still embarrassed, tried his best to hide his face within the lavish sheets of the bed, but didn’t fight back. A part of him wanted this, needed this, wanting this session they were sharing to never end.

Wriothesley felt a warmness spread throughout his core, as he assumed Neuvillette had summoned some sort of water to assist with what was about to happen. The liquid was spread along the crease of his bottom and hole, delicate and soft fingers of the god above him caressing him, touching every inch of him, as if he were savoring his very existence. It wasn’t much longer after this that he could feel an odd flesh shape being pressed against his hole, one of his dicks, Wriothesley surmised. His heart started to pick up it’s pace once more, worried that such a formidable size wouldn’t be able to fit and he would feel nothing but pain as he was tortured into the act. However, that was far from the truth.

The water continued to warm and relax the skin that it touched, his muscles feeling lose and somewhat stretched even before he knew he was being entered. Neuvillette lowered himself once more, kissing Wriothesley’s back and nibbling here and there with his fangs, building up Wriothesley’s desire for him, which he did. Once he heard the young boy beginning to pant, spreading his legs even further and raising his rear even higher, he knew he was ready. Slowly, the god started pressing the head of one of his cocks into the greedy hole of his claimed, and it accepted him with ease. Wriothesley continued to plant his head directly into the sheets of the bed, moaning so loudly and continued to pant like a dog, but he desperately wanted this, needed this. It was only a matter of time before the god was deeply planted inside of him, taking a moment to relish the feel of the warmth that his length was now experiencing. The god then started to pump into his claimed, clawed hands holding onto his waist for support.

The thrusts started out small, and careful, but the pace was quick to change. The more that Neuvillette was planted in Wriothesley, the more that he desired, so his thrusts began to continue with their assault, becoming deeper and rougher.

“Yes, yes! More, more-gah, FUCK!” Wriothesley yelled out as his thoughts started to lose all sense but being completely consumed by pleasure. Within seconds he lost the ability to form any coherent words, only feeling and appreciating the ecstasy that his god was providing for him. Time seemed to go on forever as the thrusts continued, and Wriothesley had begun grabbing onto the nearby sheets, twisting them until they were a complete mess from the perfect state that they were in before.

Another deep, animalistic growl was heard above him, which made him moan even harder, as he felt Neuvillette’s balls slap against his ass from how deep he was thrusting in, the second cock now also fully erect was also slapping against his ass, warm and thick. It seemed that the god did have some form of pity for him, as he had only inserted one of his members this time. But that didn’t stop the conquering of his mortal body. A few more grunts were heard as Wriothesley felt something spill inside of him, so very warm and copious amounts kept flooding in. The young man sighed in absolute bliss, eyes fluttering shut as his body fell down back to the bed, Neuvillette easing him back down, but keeping his member deeply planted as more cum continued to be released inside of his claimed one.

Little did Wriothesley know this was the final act to solidify their bond. The god of hydro had marked him with his essence, and it will never fade. Every god and mortal will instantly know who he belonged to, and Neuvillette will always know what he was feeling, where he was, his thoughts and feelings now completely forfeit to him.

Oh, how lucky this god truly was.

[leagueofvillainsobsesser]

Angsty wriolette fic I've written at 2 am. Not proof read.

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"Wriolette but Wriothesley dies and they build a statue for him and neuvi leaves flowers every single night without fail."

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Warnings: Character Death, Angst, Neuvillette crying his eyes out infront of his lovers statue.

~☆~

The people of fontaine have become accustomed to the rain that happens every night. What used to be a rare thing is now so incredibly common, if only they knew the grief behind the dark clouds above.

Infront of a statue of his once dearly beloved, completely soaked as he didn't even bother to bring an umbrella, stands the mighty iudex of fontaine. Crying his eyes out.

He's cried plenty of times before, but never like this.

He had made a promise to never get close to mortals, he made a rule. And just once in his life he thought to himself, "What if I break that rule?"

Infront of him at the base of the statue were flowers and some of Wriothesley's favourite tea bags.

On good days, Neuvillette would try and have a cup of tea next to the statue, even pouring some into the water so that the Duke could enjoy it too, wherever he was.

And on bad days like this one, he'd stand in complete silence. Too grief stricken to keep looking at the cold, stone face. But too deep in his love to look away.

They had shared something special.

Something that carried beyond death, beyond everything. And even as it was stripped away in the blink of an eye, Neuvillette can't help but think to himself that surely, one day, he'll join his lover on the other side. And they'd drink tea together, chat with all the fallen melusines and past friends.

He could already imagine Wriothesley and Clorinde sharing tea. The thought of it would bring a smile to his face if not for the heavy rain and constant tears.

~☆~

Authors Note: GUYS IM NOT OKAY AT ALL 😭😭

[cavalierious-whim]

Novelty (WrioLette)

Wriothesley stays over and ponders the novelty of their relationship. Part of 'just as you are'.

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Wriothesley’s gaze narrows in on the curve of Neuvillette’s neck, right where the slope of it meets the line of his shoulder.

Teeth marks, a round of them, red little pits surrounded by bruised skin. A savage-looking thing left in a moment of passion. Neuvillette submitted so quickly, so readily, his head tilted back, the column of his throat on display. Wriothesley couldn’t help but mark it up. He still feels the way his teeth sank into his flesh. 

These feelings, the domesticity, the lazy way Wriothesley watches and feels warm at the sight—it shouldn’t be so easy. Why is it so easy?

Wriothesley finds himself aching to learn more, to push those boundaries. To give in himself and see just how far that trust goes. It is harder for him to give up control. Wriothesley doesn't expect Neuvillette to understand, but he always does. I’m different, he murmurs in his sheets before laying himself open and bare, ripe for the taking. 

This morning Wriothesley wakes in warm comfort. The smell of ocean salt clings to the sheets, and he rolls over, burying his face into them. Neuvillette. Tension eases from him as he sinks into it, sighing as he slips into another doze, watching Neuvillette shuffle about the room sleepily.

But that mark. He can’t stop staring. Wriothesley’s teeth are blunt, unfit for tearing into skin. And yet, Neuvillette begged for it. And he left it there when he could heal it with the wave of his hand. Wriothesley tries not to think of the implications.

“If you wish to stay in my bed, I won’t stop you. However, I do have it on good authority that there is work to be done. Isn’t there a new set of inmates scheduled for intake to the Fortress today?”

Wriothesley groans, hiding in the sheets. “Don’t remind me.”

“Tired?”

“Exhausted.”

A soft laugh has Wriothesley peeking out from the sheets once more. Neuvillette tugs on his trousers, fastening them at the waist with clean, efficient movements. “I suppose that I ran you ragged.”

The understatement of the century. Wriothesley would’ve been fine with a one-and-done type of deal but then Neuvillette clung to him, mouth pressed against his ear, and begged for more. Wriothesley is a simple man and a pleaser, and so he gave and gave. 

He did not mean to stay over. He never stays over, but his bones ached, the sheets smelled too good, and Neuvillette was soft and warm against him. It’s a relationship; they both realize it. They’ve acknowledged it, but these quieter parts still come awkwardly. Wriothesley is so woefully out of his depth when it comes to matters of the heart.

Finally, he sits up with a groan, his back muscles protesting. “Well, it’s been a while since I worked out,” he murmurs. “Too much damn paperwork.”

“Thus is the life of an administrator.”

Wriothesley snorts, pulling himself to his feet. “I’m not complaining.”

“You just were.” Neuvillette is teasing him, his words warm and affectionate. His lips are curved into a grin as he pulls on a shirt. 

Wriothesley makes a last-minute decision. “Here, let me,” he says, reaching out to take hold of the plackets. Neuvillette blinks and stills, hands dropping to his side as Wriothesley buttons up his shirt. Wriothesley continues, saying, “You let me bite you.”

“Hardly the first time,” replies Neuvillette dryly.

“Yeah, but you didn’t heal this one.” Wriothesley’s fingers trip up as they slip a button through the last hole. He tucks the hem into Neuvillette’s trousers. Lingering fingers. Heat spreads where it shouldn’t so early in the day, but it’s a pleasant, lingering sort of thing. Lazy. Neither of them will act on it but it’s noticeable. 

Neuvillette doesn’t stop him. Nor does he say anything in return, he just watches Wriothesley with a curious expression. Wriothesley lifts a hand and fiddles with the edge of the collar around his neck. “Leave it,” Neuvillette tells him, finally breaching the silence. “It’s a warm day and I don’t feel like wearing a collar pin.”

Wriothesley’s hand comes to a halt, his thumb hovering over the clasp. “This… I mean, you can see it.” The edges of the mark. Purpled skin peeks out from Neuvillette’s collar, prominently on display. There will be wild gossip. Words will fly because the Chief Justice does not take lovers, even if they aren’t a well-kept secret. 

And maybe it’s because Wriothesley has pined for so long that it’s strange to think this is real, that this is something they finally share. No longer does he wallow in wishes and dreams. Wriothesley swallows thickly, fingers tracing the tender skin of Neuvillette’s throat. 

Neuvillette’s eyes crinkle in amusement. He dips forward and kisses him. short and sweet, just a peck against his mouth. When he pulls away, he says, very simply, “I know. Let them look.”

[tartagliatum]

okay but like imagine wriothesley having a belly and knowing that neuvillette finds it hot 😭😭 and wrio being super smug about it, wearing tight clothing and groaning after a big meal and- neuvillette being all flustered hhhhh i love wriolette

i think wriolette is so fun hehe one side of me is like yeah they're together that's just canon facts and as undeniable as kavaitham; another part of me is like they're 100% exes and siegewinne has joined the statistics in children of divorce 😭😭

that is very cute tho :> "casually" stretching and accidentally showing a strip of his midriff around neuvillette, rubbing his tummy when he's hungry/full. talking about how he's gained a lil weight and needs to work it off, yapping on and on about it as neuvillette finishes off paperwork, seeing how far he can push him. not very, it turns out - his small mhmms and if you so wishes turn to silence. he might appear calm on the outside, but inside he's battling the disappointment of wriothesley wanting to lose weight and how flustered he is with all the tummy talk (wrio 100% knows this and is only saying such things for his own entertainment)

[cocrante]

#1 First Kiss

[Flufftober 2023]

note: initially I thought about writing a collection of short oneshots about haikaveh, but it's also true that on this account I write about them daily, and there's hardly anything I haven't written about them yet. Additionally, for the next month I also intend to participate in haikavember challenge, time permitting, and repeating the same ship would just make everything monotonous. So, I thought maybe I could introduce a new ship, new characters that I'm trying to get to know and handle with extreme care. I thought about writing some small drafts, wip pieces, of what could be a possible modern au/family au about wriolette, and this challenge is giving me the opportunity to do so. I can't guarantee that all the prompts will be focused on the au or even the ship, perhaps some will be standalone oneshots, but we'll see what this journey has in store. Good reading ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I hope you enjoy these little wips or potential oneshots

tag: @choicesprompts

IN THAT KISS THE CLOCK OF TIME HAD STOPPED and rewinding its hands it was as if their years had been halved, bringing them back to a younger time, discovering the happiness hidden behind a kiss given under the eternal gaze of the world.

That's how Neuvillette felt when the lips of the man who lived downstairs touched his. It was a perfect kiss that concluded an equally perfect night, spent wandering the bright streets of Paris in the glow of the moonlight. Walking side by side, smiling nervously, and stealing shy glances at each other like two teenagers in the throes of their first crush. But they were far beyond being young boys, and their age was beginning to show for what it was. Neuvillette pulled away from those lips that had welcomed his, dragging him into an experience he would define as transcendental and that he hadn't felt for many years.

"What are we doing?" he murmured as if awakened from a trance.

"We're kissing" his lover replied, still holding him by the hips. Neuvillette tightened his lips and curved them into a gentle smile. They were still so close that they could feel each other's warmth.

"Aren't we too old for such frivolities?" he chuckled to himself as if it were a very funny joke but concealed the bitter truth: they were no longer youngsters but two grown men with the aches of old age, and yet there they were, under the dark cloak of night, with the man he had met just three weeks ago leaning against the wall of some respectable person's house, kissing as if they were still in the prime of their years. But to those invasive thoughts, the man who had been kissing him until a moment ago put a stop "Ah! What a cruel world to deceive people into believing there's a time for everything" replied Wriothesley, caressing his man's tense face, who was now pouting. "And to make them feel guilty for creating their own happiness" Neuvillette added, placing his hand on top of the one that was gently stroking his face, welcoming that delicate form of warmth and love he never thought he'd receive again. It wasn't wrong to let go, there was no limit to how many kisses could be given and received, nor was there a limit to the shape of love that best suited one's desires.

[CONTENTS]

chapters 1

chapter 2

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[iudexofficial]

Greetings. I am the Chief Justice, or "Iudex" of Fontaine, but you may simply address me by using my surname, "Neuvillette." Not because I wish to keep my distance from you... No, I am merely conscious that being overly familiar may bring the impartiality of the judiciary into question in some people's eyes.

If you have any requests or concerns, then — to the extent permissible by law, at least — we can sit down and discuss them together as we partake of some imported water from Qiaoying Village.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~💦⛲️⏳️🌊📖📜⚖️~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mod is @shikitsune. Posts not made by Neuvillette will be tagged as #ooc and/or #mod speaks. Mod is in her 20's and English isn't her first language. Since this is a side blog, Neuvillette cannot reply to posts or send asks outside of anon and follows come from Mod's blog.

Roleplays can be blogverse based or one on one third person, in which case I would prefer to do it in the dms. Anything from one liners to lit is fine, but I won't expect anyone to match my length in replies so I would appreciate some slack towards me as well <3 Especially since my energy levels fluctuate a great deal.

Shipping and nsfw is fine, but I would appreciate a discussion beforehand. Nsfw option is for 18+ roleplayers only. My preferred ship for Neuvillette is Wriolette from the top of my head but I am a multishipper so feel free to discuss any ship! (Excluding ships with themes of pedophilia of course).

If you have any questions, feel free to shoot Mod or Neuvillette a message. Looking forward to interacting with you all!

P.S. My other roleplay blogs are:

@bornfromchalk for Albedo

@thoma-the-housekeeper for Thoma

@wangshengconsultant for Zhongli

@songforanapple for Venti

@tighnarisforest for Tighnari

@hearthofmagic for Lyney

[ironunderstands]

Honestly im more neutral/postive towards neuvifuri now, I realize what made me dislike it originally is how one sided it feels? Like furina now that she’s free just wants to experience life and doesn’t really want to keep her connections to the past, and unfortunately for neuvillette that includes him, even if she likes him personally getting into a relationship with him would mean being tied back into the life she doesn’t want to live anymore. And for neuvillette? Well I guess I kind of hate how in true context of this ship, some people make him seem like his entire personality and existence involves being in love with furina, which is really annoying because he is a person and so much more than that. Also no offense neuvifuri shippers, for the most part the people on tumblr are normal but oh my god some of the people on TikTok and YouTube are some of the most insufferable human beings on the planet. Like they will go onto ship posts of other furina or other neuvillette ships and be like “erm neuvifuri canon actually” or try to make other neuvillette and furina ships out to be the most toxic shit in the world even if that completely contradicts canon (wriolette). Also, as always with straight ships in this fandom, it has a serious case of the uwuification of furina and making neuvillette into some fucking alpha wolf bad boy which never fails to make me want to gouge my eyeballs out. Honestly the only not straight ships I’ve seen have this problem are Kavetham and zhongchi, but that’s mostly because they are so damn popular that of course some of the content about them is going to be like that (dishonorable mention to Chiscara).

[seraph-of-sizes]

Writing ideas

Here are some writing ideas I have, I'm already working on the Fontaine siblings (Human Freminet, Borrowers Lyney + Lynette) but y'all can pick what others you find interesting. :D

Lumine + Aether w/ borrowers Lyney, Lynette, Freminet (modern au)

Freminet w/ borrowers Lyney, Lynette

Wriothesley, the DUKE, giant lowkey equivalent to Atlas, LITERALLY holding the primordial sea at bay as his sentence. Neuvillette finds out. (Wriolette fluff)

Scara’s consciousness occasionally gets shot into the husk of Shouki no Kami, its stressing him out but he refuses to talk about it, believing it's just a nightmare. Nahida figures it out when she catches the Traveler going down into the workshop one night through a hole at the base of Sumeru City’s tree roots, scaralumi/scarather will be neutral so you can read it per your preference.

After the mirage in the bottle, Eula and Collei head back to Sumeru to see Nilou perform. Unfortunately, Eula isn't as familiar with Sumeru’s rainforest and loses collie after being attacked by a Rishboland tiger. Thankfully a particular forest watcher was nearby.

Navia, sizeshifter that runs Spina di Rosula. After Act two of the 4.0 Archon Quest, she's constantly tiny. And it rains, a LOT. When Poisson begins to have a small crisis from the downpour causing flooding, she makes the journey with the Traveler to see Neuvillette and straighten out the hurt in her heart. (Why the Traveler thinks this will fix the flooding, Navia has no idea.)

Neuvillette, who can be as small as an otter (and sometimes confused with one) or as large as the sovereign he is the incarnation of, as his body winds along the trenches of Fontaine. Loud pops make the water churn as he stretches completely for the first time in one hundred years. However, when he opens his eyes, he wasn't really prepared to be face-to-face with the infamous child diver Freminet, and neither was Freminet prepared to actually see the hydro dragon in all of his scaled glory.

Zhongli has had a few forms over the years, but never has he stayed so long without donning his Exuvia, an itch to be large and powerful itches under his skin. It's not until the traveler introduces him to the Iudex of Fontaine and a low territorial growl escapes him that it truly becomes unbearable. Escaping into the wilds of Juyun karst, he dives into ancient caverns to hide from the people of Liyue, after all Rex Lapis is supposed to be dead, not roaring his head off in the woods somewhere.

Kaveh had explored a fair number of ruins in the desert of Sumeru, he even stumbled across the one that trapped Faruzan for a century (he gave it a wide berth, no thank you), but the tiny dais before him was something so foreign he couldn't help but open it. I mean, yes, it LOOKED like a tiny coffin, but the worst that was going to happen was a dead lizard falling out of it or something…. Turns out the 'or something' is a tiny person. That looks almost exactly like Alhaitham. Wait…is this King Deshret?

Kazuha gently kneels before the sword and masterless vision that lay right where he had left them. With the vision hunt decree and sakoku decree abolished, he was a free man. He could help being bitter about how he made it to the other side alive and whole, and yet had lost so much along the way. He shook his head, such negativity would get him nowhere, even the wind was whispering of new beginnings, chances to make amends… “Niwa?” What he had assumed was a discarded doll suddenly moved towards him, speaking. Kazuha centric, character study. Kabukimono formed from the lost doll scara had. Wanderer comes in later.

[blazewatergem]

Man I’m sorry I gotta get this off my chest honestly.

But being a Genshin fan on Twitter must be MISERABLE from what I’ve been witnessing!

Gods forbid you’re a multishipper, so many people of opposing ships seem to hate each other - as if you can only pick one or the other(in this case, Wriolette V Nevifurina)

And then apparently you have to know if you want one specific person “on top” or not! Because some people will block switchers?! Oh oh and don’t forget even if it’s the same ship, there’s different names based on who is “on top” example again with Wriolette and Nevuiristy(?) like holy shit what happened to one ship gets one name, or like a cool code name.

Leaving shipping behind, it feels like people rally around hating fans who…are just enjoying the game??

Like, if you don’t want the game to be harder you’re a “normie”(wth?) if you complain about finding it hard you’re a “casual”(as if that’s a bad thing?) and if you actually LIKE the game and dare to say so you’re “on Mihoyo’s payroll”.

COMING FROM OTHER GENSHIN FANS.

Like damn no wonder people side eye the fandom. Hell it put me off from wanting to play for so long, I’m glad I finally gave it a shot.

Don’t even get me started on the Honkai Star Rail stuff, I’ve been dodging land mines there and that has made me not even want to touch the game —

All of this is just my own opinion, of which I HAVE been blocking and muting. It just manages to filter through, it’s that immense.

Damn. Wild morning already :’D like I said, I just had to get this off my chest after the last few days. I’m curating my experience and all of that, but I just wanna scream into the void for a minute lol

[rexonalapis]

i came from ao3 and just finished reading your wriolette fanfic... to say... that it's SO GOOD. that is the wriothesley that we've met in game, he's darkly funny and super duper intelligent. neuvillette had rendered speechless.

thank you very much! i cant take all the credits because i have a wonderful cowriter in @daniel-heng but I'm so glad you like it! I really like how worldly wriothesley is despite looking like that and i wanted to convey that side of him in the story while also taking into consideration that he must've been really young here. in essence, wriothesley isn't a flashy person and his trial isn't all that wildly unusual so I'd imagined his personality is what piqued neuvillette's interest the most, and it baffled him but only by leaving such strong impression can he become one of iudex's most trusted acquaintances isn't it?