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Pedro Pascal reading Romeo and Juliet in Spanish... my Labor Day gift to you!
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G I F N O T I F I C A T I O N S | G I P H Y
#I miss his quarantine hair so badly#pedro pascal#pedro pascal gifs#pedro pascal fandom#pedro gifs#arcanefox gifs#romeo and juliet#at home reading#pedrohub#pedrito#pascalispunk#gifset#pedro pascal wink
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bloodletting
summary: a budding god needs a place to test their new powers, and childe was always a little too eager to lose a fight... a match made in heaven!
word count: 1.7k
-> warnings : minor AQ spoilers ? just like, general gi plot.. fairly graphic depiction of blood + other injuries (might be classed as body horror???). generally obsessive tendencies (childe <--> you). i cannot stress this enough, reader is 110% a sadist.
-> gn reader (you/yours)
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk
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power was not something that came easy. it was fought over, stolen, defended with teeth and claw, tides of blood shed just so one could have power over another. social, physical, financial; no matter the leverage it provided, power was hard won. to give someone power was to admit defeat, a certain death that tartaglia had learned and taught more than his fair share of times. nobody undeserving of power ever held onto it for long; it was an acknowledgement that you were better, that you deserved it, that you’d won. power was a fickle resource that childe would kill to keep, only ever laying down his blade for a precious few.
the tsaritsa, of course. his fellow harbingers, skilled both on and off-field, who themselves could rival the archons. his family, for whom he’d happily give the world.
and naturally, who would be more worthy to hold power than you?
you, not just a god but the, the highest authority across all of teyvat. you bore a hundred names and a thousand monikers, your worship the one thing the world could agree on. granted, nobody could quite agree on how, but that was fine. childe did not need external powers to tell him what to do. he knew, in his deepest heart, that he had gotten it right.
he knew—and, on occasion, flaunted—that he was your favorite. of all the vessels you had chosen, you returned to him time and time again, wishing on his stars until his vision gleamed. his bow shone with power, even his weakest weapon more than enough to push his strength to new heights. part of him wondered what he could do if you’d granted him swords, or a claymore… but that was speculation for another time. didn’t it say something that you had still chosen him at his weakest?
the thought always made him smile. thick in the heat of puppeteered battle, before the sun to after dark, your presence was a constant in his life. at every altar, with every offering, when his hands stung from the rash of leather and his blade was covered in rust, your name a prayer behind blood-soaked teeth. he could not remember a time when his pocket was not weighted with a charm.
his devotion was no secret. he wore your bow with pride, entirely phasing out his other weapons. it didn’t matter that he was technically more controlled with them, for you had chosen this path for him. your word was his guide, a polar star through bitter nights.
he did not doubt when your presence ebbed or flowed. who was he to dictate when or where you spent your attention? no, his faith did not waver. it had no reason to. he waited patiently, going about his regular duties, lingering in snezhnaya for no other reason that he just felt like he had to.
who was he to question to buzzing in the back of his head? who was he to decline when he felt an instinct to leave, to go for a trip far past the city gates? who was he to think himself better than the guiding light that had never led him astray?
for you, he was whatever you needed. and so he went, armed with a thick coat and snowboots, hands shoved deep in the pockets to hide the slight shake. down the main road, an arbitrary turn into an alley and down an abandoned path, into a part of the city he’d never traveled. but a golden thread had tied itself around his heart, pulling without hesitation. he easily hopped over the fence gate, not bothering with hauling it open through the snow. the path beyond was covered in a thick layer of powder, his foot crunching through a foot of it before hitting solid ground. still, he continued.
snezhnayan winters were not warm. they bit and dug into every gap in your clothes, stealing away the precious warmth within. and yet, with his half-done coat and incomplete guard, he was not cold. or, rather, he couldn’t feel it. his hands were pink with frost, stiff at the knuckles, but he couldn’t feel the resistance. his body was not important, not now.
the snow began to thin. it fell from his knees to his shins to his ankles to his toes, until he was face to face with a thick wall of bramble, impossibly overgrown. he was beginning to overheat in his jacket. twin blades made quick work of the wall, and the sight behind it easily dispelled any breath left in his lungs.
the air that washed out of the bubble was thick and heavy, like a humid spring instead of snezhnayan woods. his breath came in short gasps, a shameful wheeze that he hoped was missed beneath the howling snow. he didn’t want you to see him as weak, as someone so easily tired by a short trip to a falling star; he didn’t want you to think of him as anything other than his best.
but you didn’t push him away. you helped him up—his head was buzzing with delusion, he could hardly see, when had he fallen to his knees?—and brushed the snow off his hair, not pushing him away when he leaned into your touch. he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could barely collect himself enough to recognize that he needed to get you inside, away from the wilds.
that was power. to so effortlessly take over every thought in his head, to hold his mind in your hands and pull it into your liking, that was the power he adored you for. gods were figureheads of power, a physical incarnation of their dominion. a god of the entire world would only naturally have power to manipulate that world to their liking. how blessed was he, that he could be the first you made yours.
he was with you when you first stepped into zapolyarny palace, looking around at the chandeliers and fine tile. he opened the door for you to her majesty’s throne room, sucking in a sharp breath as you brushed by. he was by your side when the tsaritsa swore you her fealty, delicately placing the gnoses in your hands.
and oh, how he’d fallen to the floor right then and there, dizzy from the wash of power that rolled off you in waves, an ocean that he willingly dove into. the floor was cool beneath his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin as sweat quickly began to bead. he didn’t bother pushing himself up on his hands, teeth sinking deep into his lip again to control his panting breath. copper bloomed over his tongue, filling his mouth and clogging what remained of his senses.
dimly, he was aware that he was being pathetic, that this would surely change your mind about him. he heard your voice, faint through the fog of his mind, your wisdom lost to his own inadequacy. and yet, despite his weakness, every part of him was tuned into you. he knew it was your hand whispering across his shoulders, he knew it was your influence that stole the breath from his lungs. he knew it was you, because it was always you. you were all he could think of, and now you were finally able to leverage your full power over his self.
he’d woken up in a hospital bed. saline dripped into his arm and the lights pierced his eyes, his head full of snow and iced over. and yet, the moment he was cleared for release, he found himself desperate to be back to your side, racing through the tiled halls of the palace and following the urgent burn in his chest. you would have been right to turn him away, to deem him too weak to stay by your side, but you didn’t. you smiled when he lost his breath and laughed when he wavered, brushing off his concern. you invited him with you—his lungs burned with the need for oxygen—as you twirled the gnoses between your fingers, as if they were toys or paperweights rather than objects of divine power.
divine to him. child’s play to you. a courtyard of snow was cleared in an instant, ripples of pyro melting permafrost while keeping the flora beneath intact, a lazy show of power that pulled little more than a slight hum from you in response.
he wasn’t so much a fool as to think he could teach you everything, or even something, about being divine. and yet he clung to your side like a sailor in a storm, watching as you grew familiar with the elements. he watched, stubborn and weak, as you stopped hesitating.
flowers bloomed as you walked by, crumbling to ash with the slightest look. electro jumped from your skin to his, a painful spark that drew his mind from his head, finally seeing your amused eyes instead of just mindlessly staring. you could—should—have just left him behind, but you didn’t. you instead asked for his help, taking his hand in yours and leading him to a quieter hallway of the palace. you didn’t comment on his thundering pulse despite the fact that you could certainly feel it, tracing a finger along the crease of his palm.
“i wonder…”
a claw of geo cut across his skin, a sharp sting that quickly welled with blood. he barely felt it, watching with detached awe as it filled up his hand, sliding over the edge and dripping to the floor. you didn’t show any emotion, just… watching. his heart beat in his hands, a pool collecting on the floor, and still, you just watched. your other hand moved over the surface, barely an inch away, the blood collecting in a bubble beneath it. with a hum, your fist tightened, pain lighting up his arm. a strained grunt slipped between his teeth, hand flinching closed, brushing against the ball of his blood you had pulled from his veins. his hand was stained red, shaking in your grasp, minutes stretched into hours.
all at once, it dropped, forced back into his body as forcefully as it was removed. with a snap, the skin stitched itself shut, and you were again dragging him along like a child did their favorite toy.
you did that a lot. pull him aside and experiment with whatever new reaction you had discovered that month, week, day, hour, watching his reactions with unabashed delight. and he let you. every time, without fail, he eagerly followed, knowing full well he’d end up rigid with lightning or with ice crystals studding his throat. it was worth it, though. you always fixed him up, squeezing his hand with a whispered ‘good job’ that never failed to make him dizzy.
it didn’t matter what you did to him. it never did. even when his mind was hazy with pain and he couldn’t quite stand on his own, he never regretted it. unconsciousness licked at the edges of his vision, burning black stains that lingered even after you stopped, but he never once hesitated.
if you asked him to jump, he’d ask how high. if you felt like holding him underwater, he’d cherish every bruise. to be kept as a toy was still to be kept.
#THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A REPLY TO AN ASK. UH. SORRY AVATAR ANON ...#genshin#genshin impact#genshin sagau#sagau#self aware genshin#genshin x reader#gender neutral reader#sagau childe#yandere childe#childe x reader#x reader#yandere tartaglia#sagau tartaglia#< do people even use the 'tartaglia' tags? oh well#yandere sagau#blood tw#tw blood#< for good measure#ah yes my favorite genre. 'you're both unwell and need to be quarantined for the good of society'#hes so. rat coded im in love with him#sorry for fatui posting. it Will happen again#sorry for yan posting. it /Will/ happen again#like seriously the next few ideas ive got are all about unwell men#i dont know if id count this as obsessive but its certainly A form of lovesickness#but i feel when people read 'yandere' they think of something else than i do#and for That perception then 'obsessive' fits better#i will be flagging this with the yan warning on my masterlist#childe ajax tartaglia my favorite chew toy <333#hes so fun to beat up i wanna make him cry about it. i mean what who said that
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i needed to express a sentiment in the creative stylings of @dunmeshiminimumwage
#eliot posts#dunme#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#sorry to put toshiro in the roll of shitty job interviewer lmao#but he was the best fit for ''guy that wants me to read their mind''#laios being my internal monologue here#i was on my THIRD interview of the day i was Dying#tho since the prev two interviews i had were for similar positions and told me their salaries outright at least i could use that number#(though tbh my work persona is more of a kabru. my customer service voice is unparalleled)#(at my first job even my coworkers thought i was sooo cheerful til i got too comfy and casually made a joke abt wanting to asphyxiate on a#plastic shopping bag like a sea turtle. in front of my sweet elderly coworker. oops!)#(also this job was during quarantine and after weeks of working together i took my mask off in front of one coworker for the first time#and she called like half the department over from their registers to look at how pretty i was??? prettyboy powers unmatched ig)#(also my first interview today went SO well i charmed that interviewer so good despite my lack of qualifications)#(she even complimented my social skills and said i seemed like the type who could get along well and make good conversation with anyone!)#(which is important bc i was interviewing for an elder care position. also old people especially tend to think i am a Delightful Young Lad)#(unless i accidentally make a morbid joke around them ig lmaooo. or. well. some of them like those too. but not that one coworker lol)#(if only that skill transferred over to actually making friends irl. my autistic ass has so few close irl connections)#(i hope my exceedingly short list of character references does not prevent me from getting hired)#AND ALSO my first job asked the same wage question and i said twelve dollars#and they were like all our new employees start at 7.75#the union insists that we pay all new employees a whopping 50 cents above min wage. (we'd pay less if we could)#like dawg why did you ask that then??? if my answer did not matter at all???
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Fitz:
#unrelated to any part I'm currently reading lol just a meme I've been wanting to make for ages#rote memes#realm of the elderlings#realm of the quarantine#fitzchivalry farseer
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DracoEd broke into my house one day and made their bed here ever since
Through the Gate by Preelikeswriting: https://archiveofourown.org/series/781794
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#arakawa I’ll never not love you but not giving Ed’s birthday to this day is pure evil#she’s unreal istg#everyone read ttg or I cry#fma#fullmetal alchemist#edward elric#DracoEd#ttg#through the gate#Harry Potter#draco malfoy#fma x hp#hp x fma#okay so my lore is I was sprinting through TTG when folklore album came out#and I was stuck in 15 days state quarantine#so I looped the album as I read Ed putting his life in danger for draco for the 1728375th time#and draco screaming crying throwing up over it#like that changed me#exile set the whole mood I’m cryingggg#when I hear the intro piano I think about them#what Covid era did to you#Edward elric my baby my king you cant convince me you’ve ever kissed anyone your whole life#he’s a late bloomer it’s okay he committed necromancy at 11!!!!!!!!!
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These are my personal favorites. And I got enough sleep so I'm feeling cruel again.
(I only put completed shows on these polls)
#be loved in house: i do#dna says love you#kiseki: dear to me#history 3: trapped#oh no! here comes trouble#we best love#see you after quarantine?#my tooth your love#about youth#history 2: crossing the line#i know i know that see you after quarantine isn't gonna win#but it is the cutest little show ever#and i mean little it's so short#but it's also very sweet and if you're reading these tags this is me trying to get more people to watch#i think you all will really like it please people watch that show#also i love all of these shows and more but alas i only have ten options#thank god anti reset and unknown are still airing cause i think i would die even more#anyway good luck godspeed and all that
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06.11.23, monday
resorted to the last-ditch effort of procrastination; I cut my hair, and am now currently trying to pull off the world’s choppiest short bob
#it’s fine i’ve cut it like this too many times before (got too comfortable with cutting my own hair during quarantine bc I chopped off a#good 20cm back then myself and after that I became immune)#bookblr#studyblr#booklr#aesthetic#books#study#reading#read#book#chaotic academia#dark academia#november 2023#2023
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Are you ready to embark on a journey through the mystical realms of Tarot and unlock the secrets of the cards? Tarot is a powerful divination tool that has been used for centuries to gain insight, guidance, and clarity on life's mysteries and challenges. Whether you're new to Tarot or a seasoned practitioner, understanding the basics of the cards and their meanings is essential for tapping into their wisdom and harnessing their magic. Here's a beginner's guide to the Tarot and the meanings of the cards:
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💫 The Minor Arcana: The Minor Arcana cards reflect the day-to-day aspects of life, including emotions, thoughts, actions, and material concerns. Each suit has its own elemental correspondence and represents a different aspect of human experience. For example, Wands represent fire (creativity, passion), Cups represent water (emotions, intuition), Swords represent air (intellect, communication), and Pentacles represent earth (material resources, physical manifestations).
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Labyrinthos - Tarot Reading and Learning (Mobile App on Apple App Store) [i’m a huge fan of the mobile app for learning the meanings of the cards]
Whether you're seeking guidance, clarity, or spiritual growth, Tarot offers a powerful tool for accessing the wisdom of the subconscious mind and navigating life's twists and turns with grace and insight. So shuffle your deck, draw a card, and let the magic of Tarot illuminate your path! 🔮🌿
#queue the magick#witchcraft#witch#witchblr#reference#magickkate#kitchen witch#sigils#green witch#witchy#daily tarot spread#tarotblr#tarot cards#tarot#tarot reading#tarot deck#daily tarot#tarotcommunity#tarot community#baby witch#witches#witchcore#college witch#college witch tips#beginner witch#baby witch tips#quarantine witch#cottage witch#witch community#witchy vibes
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#don't even know what to say abt this 1. girl russian subversion???#reading#orange quarantine tag#jory.txt
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finally got around to cleaning my gremlin art cave 😇🙏
#u can see the drawing I’m working on#plus the oil painting I started like 3 years ago when I wanted to make a series on the quarantine#literally the WORST time of my life I left the apartment like once a week😭😭😭😭#this is from a pic I took of my bf because we would take turns sunbathing and reading in the bed 😭😭😭😭😭😭#but the picture I took turned out like a renaissance painting fr so I had to paint it#and then I never finished 😔🙏#it taunts me every day
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#tcf#i am caught up on the manwha tho#also just to clarify im not caught up on the novel and read it quarantine years#trash of the count's family#lcf#lout of the count’s family#cale henituse#alberu crossman#Choi han#tcf cale#tcf alberu#tcf choi han#lcf cale#lcf alberu#lcf choi han#lcf alver#my personal fave is abecale but i do see choi han and cale#i also hc him as like somewhere in the arospec#cale that is
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everyone look at the parakeet my mom found just randomly at her work and brought home
#the wings are clipped so i have absolutely no idea how they made it there#she works at a college so i think maybe a student brought them??? for some reason?? and lost them#they have a leg band but i haven’t been able to read it#i’m gonna try to find a better cage in the meantime bc this one is abysmal. they’re in quarantine rn bc of vinny#and then post around and see if anyone lost a parakeet near me. otherwise mine 😈#i think they’re a young male but i can’t really tell rn. very friendly for a parakeet though very cute#edit: i actually don’t think the wings are clipped i think i just don’t know what a parakeet looks like
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went on amino for the first time in years i’m sick to my stomach LMAOAO
#୨ ꨄ︎ ྀི babbling ୧#it’s so bad i’m giggling#but not really because i just found a year’s worth of text messages with my ex best friend#reading through them and omg </3#if there was a way to listen to the 9+ hour calls we had daily all of quarantine i think i’d cry my entire life#i’m gonna throw up i feel it fuck#the voice messages i miss her laugh so much#it’s been three years i need to get over it 😣
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Why the fuck did I almost just burst into tears lol
#realm of the elderlings#fitzchivalry farseer#the fool#fitz and the fool#fool's quest#realm of the quarantine#just these tiny instinctual acts of love#like saving up little moments of potential closeness... idk it's just so. 🥺#I'm aware I'm reading so much into one stupid line lol but I shan't stop
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quarantined sakuatsu who paint each others nails their hair colors
#not romarticizing quarantine but also theres so much content that i still yern for about that time#product of being a teen in quarantine#idk i just think they wld b real sweet (read: tear each other to shreds with love)#sakuatsu#sakusa kiyoomi#miya atsumu#haikyuu#sclnposting
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reading distress by greg egan. interesting reading very uh... outdated (by current standards, i think they're fairly Of Its Time for a 90s book) and offensive takes about autism from an author who has moderate levels of Tism Vibes. actually now that i think about it the particular thing talked about makes a lot of sense with the POV character having a lot of the "partial autism" traits described. halfway through the book and i don't think it will come up again though as the plot has moved on. would be interested to hear other peoples thoughts if anyone on this site has read it. Also the gender stuff
#greg egan#tick biz#i gotta read axiomatic and quarantine... i want a better feel for his early work#this feels more overtly political than permutation city but i'm bad at picking up that sort of thing
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