#who the fuck is that man. imposter.

[blood-starved-beast]

Not to target anyone in particular, but you guys focus way too much on Zagreus when it comes to anything relating to Melinoe. I get this a lot on my posts - people mentioning or bringing up Zagreus when he doesn't really fit in. Or like, the tons of posts or comments (not just this website but in other places) based on this idea that Zagreus is gonna show up and like, save Melinoe from her problems or whatever.

Like Melinoe is a child soldier who saved her brother from being cubed and by her own admission flawed in the sense of her own self-righteous/arrogance. If Zagreus so much as tries to be paternalizing towards her she will rebuff him so hard

[lovesickeros]

☆ what a kind god, what a cruel god

{☆} characters zhongli {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, light angst {☆} word count 0.5k

You are a kind God - with hands that heal instead of hurt. Words that forgive, instead of rightfully insult. The stories do little justice to the breadth of your gentleness, extending your love to the slimes that coalesce at your feet, eager to know the touch of the Divine. The birds that sing with the wind your praises from upon your shoulder.

But to him, your kindness is so very cruel.

They do not deserve it. He does not deserve it.

Your forgiveness should be a blessing after all they have done, but it feels like swallowing acid instead. It makes him feel sick and lightheaded, throat constricting until he struggles to breath against the weight of his sins, heavy upon his chest.

He wonders if your hatred would be easier. Even apathy, he thinks, would be preferable to the way your screams intermingle with the softness in your voice as you cradle his face between his hands within his dreams. Even in the waking world, your every word is shadowed by broken pleas, drowned in golden ichor as it rises up your throat, silencing your screams - it haunts him, and he cannot handle seeing the way you look at him in concern. He does not deserve it.

Try as he might, he cannot forgive himself. He does not think he ever can - not when he wakes to the feeling of blood on his hands, his tongue, filling his lungs until all he tastes and smells is blood.

If you had been a little less kind, he thinks he would find comfort in your cruelty.

Your anger would be a mercy.

But you are not. You are..kind. Gentle. So many things he once praised on bruised knees at an altar that towered far above him, drowned in gold and silks, every word he speaks a prayer to the most Divine. And he cannot bear the weight of knowing that he could have destroyed that part of you - he cannot bear knowing that he didn't, and you look upon the man who wore your blood like a second skin with a kindness that burns him like a hot iron.

He did not deserve such a loving God.

"..Zhongli?"

He pauses in his internal struggle, hands shaking on his lap. He clenches them into fists, blunt nails digging into his palms until they stop - yet you look at him with furrowed brows, concern gleaming in your eyes, and he feels sick all over again. But for you, he would do anything. Even if it meant pretending he did not feel like a monster in a mortals skin when you smiled at him like he was worth anything.

"Yes, Divine One?"

He chokes down the phantom taste of iron upon his tongue, forcing himself to smile to soothe the worries that crease your brow.

"You said you'd take me to the Chasm today."

He feels..relieved as the worry melts away from your features. It is the very least he can offer - he shall take upon your burdens, your worries, so that you may look upon Teyvat with love, and not fear. He will carry the sins of the many, so that you may look upon the nations with pride, and not horror.

It is all he can do, to ease the way his chest aches when you smile at him, hand tugging at his sleeve and forcing himself unsteadily to his feet.

He does not deserve you - but for today, he can pretend. Just a little while longer.

[kamimint]

[wildharesandboundteeth]

Don't know if I've gushed about this here yet but I will gush about again!!!

I love how loving the gods have 'tricked' me into loving parts of myself I have forsaken. I could never claim to be as cunning or witty as Lord Hermes or let alone as ferocious and driven as Lord Ares- BUT I still see traits of them in myself.

How can I take my silver tongue for granted if Lord Hermes so graciously gifted it to me?

How could I look down on what others deem to be 'bad emotions' if it's what helps Lord Ares win the war?

It's been a long journey and it's going to be a longer one still to love myself fully but I think I'm starting to truly love the journey and not just tolerate it for the sake of surviving.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

last years pride i had a sexuality crisis and this year a few days later im having a gender one. fuck.

[emotinalsupportturtle]

the main reason I will always be obsessed with David Tennant is that fundamentally, we share the same mental illness

[immamapletreekid]

work anxiety starting before work itself hahahahaahahahahahahhhaha

[ladsofsorrow24]

the latest chapter

[juupitrr]

suitcases man / vent

my sister came back from uni and moved back into her and i's room - which for the past 4-ish years has been mostly just /my/ room with her bed still in it for when she came over on holidays or moving between the uni years - and that meant she brought all her stuff with her and I had to move my stuff to make space.

I didn't realize it also meant moving my clothes and where i put them; like the suitcase I keep under her bed specifically at the far left end of it placed so I can pull it out, zip it open and take out the only 3 items that are in that suitcase, my black skater skirt, those black ankle socks I brought to kosov and never wore so keep there just incase, and that one corset top that came a day late than when I needed it.

When my dad helped her put her suitcases under her bed, they initially had to take out /my/ suitcase to make space for it then when they realized they had extra space, put my suitcase back in. In the far right side of the bed.

When my dad left I immediately went to it and fixed it and corrected it and my sister was looking at me weirdly "you're acting kinda ocd" "this is very ocd of you" and it annoyed me a lot because it was only recently that I've been comfortable with saying I have ADHD and she knew this and I thought the suitcase thing was another me or ADHD or both thing, so her naming it as something else just. it annoyed me. because I thought I finally had a kind of guide as to what certain things were and why. then in comes this whole new term id never considered that i now have to give a guest room in my head cuz now its circling in my thoughts a little in the back of my mind.

idk man just like, knowing what kind of neurodivergent u are is so fucking tough sometimes man, like why cant it be like the sorting hat or smn and it just tells u

[little-soldiers]

the face of a broken man

[rivianrudolf]

Sorry everyone that I haven't drawn the cowboy from the cowboy poll yet. Im.... not having a great time regarding my relationship with my artwork right now. It's really hard to make things at the moment.

[poison-into-positivity]

just found out someone else has already written something with the same premise as the fic I’m working on.

[morimess]

I finally figured out what I want to do with the imposter wind waker for TBABS.

[zaddyazula]

for the last 6 months i’ve been suffering the repercussions of separating myself from femininity since i was 6 years old

[llycaons]

“Eat!” he encouraged, ladling rice into a bowl and then some kind of fried mushroom mixture on top...

Instead of taking up the other man's invitation, [Lan Zhan] opened the little chest beside his desk and took out a small lacquered box. It was red with tiny peppers painted in black all over the lid. He pushed it towards Wei Wuxian wordlessly, only then reaching for his chopsticks.

Wei Wuxian eyed the box somewhat warily, memory of Lan Yi’s trap box all too fresh in his mind. Still, it was Lan Zhan giving it to him. He was fairly certain it wouldn’t kill him. Or burst his eardrums.

I want to throw up whyyyy is wwx so bad at deductive reasoning in this fic. 'hm a red box painted with peppers pushed towards me at mealtime by my longtime best friend slash soulmate who knows I like spicy food??? I WONDER WHAT IT COULD BE' it's FUCKING hot sauce. OBVIOUSLY. IDIOT. im SICK

[fakeoutbf]

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