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ohhh my goodness it's because Legacy wants you to know he's listening,,, oh my gosh

the eyes are the most telling cues, the way his irises go from a deep blue to glinting indigo, then electric violet. the last is ONLY with you, though, for you're the only person he pays such rapt attention to. the other signs are subtle. a slight tilt to his head, the shift of his feet as he leans forward, the quiet mrrp that slips from his mouth. how Legacy adores if you happen to notice his presence, the glee that bubbles in his chest when you blink, narrowing your eyes before grinning sunnily at him. Childe's body shifts into that familiar giant of armor and soft fur, gathering you into his arms with a firm, delighted twirl and ending flopped over in his favorite pile of pillows and blankets, claws massaging the sore muscles in your back

Childe is much the same, when you find Foul Legacy hunched over the remnants of a battlefield, blood strewn across the grass and dirt. he wheezes and whimpers as your hand lands gently on his shoulder, checking and fretting over his injuries. all Legacy does is slump into your arms, limp and exhausted. you run a hand through his thick hair, twisting out dried blood and dust

"It's okay. You did a good job. Rest." Legacy's crystalline eye flickers brilliant blue as he whines once, in acknowledgement, before the armor and claws dissolve. Childe staggers into your embrace, rubbing his cheek against yours and mumbling incoherently. he can still smell the blood and ash, but now, also you. your delicate scent and presence, holding him close and letting him relax for the first time in years

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I love birbs, so the thought of something similar to a bird hybrid type Legacy trying to teach reader to fly even though reader is fully incapable

cover the mothman in FEATHERS, GO!!!

Foul Legacy with birdlike talons and patches of feathers and a pair of glorious, glimmering wings, decorated with all the colors of the galaxy. somehow the feathers are translucent here and there, sunlight filtering through and casting blue and violet prisms on the ground, little rainbows whenever they move and twitch. you can spend hours just admiring them, the gorgeous appendages gently hovering over your head for some makeshift shade against the heat of the sun. he preens and coos as you run a hand through the feathers, ruffling them and flapping his wings with pride. he's beautiful, he knows he is because you say it, and you don't lie to him. it's physically impossible for you to lie to him, watching him soar and dive through the sky with longing awe

ah, how you wish you could join him, high above the ground and trees

he tilts his head curiously, chittering and nudging against you. his feathers twitch to encapsulate you, drifting over your arms and back, light as kisses as his arms wrap around your waist and lift you up, up, above his head. you gasp, but he croons softly, his grip firm, and holds you up against the sky. with the sun and the wind, you can pretend, fleetingly, that you're a bird, too. Legacy rumbles when you flop back down into his arms, looking for your own feathers. none, no feathers- you don't have feathers? he huffs, you laugh, scritching behind his horns- that's alright. he's sure there are other ways to help you fly. he'll find them, and you can learn together!

for now, though, well- he'll just have to carry you anywhere he goes

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mmm more SAGAU thoughts. you having to save a world that betrayed you so terribly.

the deep, primordial Abyss is the one thing that does not yield to you. despite its denizens long since accepting and loving your presence, your kindness, Foul Legacy most of all. they did not worship you, no- you were a friend, the one they desired to protect. for Legacy, his most beloved. they love and adore you, but the Abyss from beyond the sea cares nothing for things like affection. it only craves to devour anything and everything until only it is left to tear pieces of itself apart for eternity, and you can do nothing to stop it, destruction and creation.

unless, it consumes you.

only when you're rotted away will the Abyss be satiated. the world's Creator in exchange for the lives of thousands- is it not obvious what someone as sweet and kind as you would choose, even if most of those people hurt and hunted you so feverishly. Legacy lets out wretched sobs, clutching and clinging and begging in cries and wails- please don't go, don't leave him, you don't deserve to die. you simply kiss his forehead, his cheeks, his maw. anywhere you can reach, scratching behind both of his horns in that way he loves so dearly with a tearful smile as a final goodbye before slipping out of his desperate claws.

he watches the Abyss fall silent as your light winks out, and Foul Legacy weeps.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

mmm more SAGAU thoughts. you having to save a world that betrayed you so terribly.

the deep, primordial Abyss is the one thing that does not yield to you. despite its denizens long since accepting and loving your presence, your kindness, Foul Legacy most of all. they did not worship you, no- you were a friend, the one they desired to protect. for Legacy, his most beloved. they love and adore you, but the Abyss from beyond the sea cares nothing for things like affection. it only craves to devour anything and everything until only it is left to tear pieces of itself apart for eternity, and you can do nothing to stop it, destruction and creation.

unless, it consumes you.

only when you're rotted away will the Abyss be satiated. the world's Creator in exchange for the lives of thousands- is it not obvious what someone as sweet and kind as you would choose, even if most of those people hurt and hunted you so feverishly. Legacy lets out wretched sobs, clutching and clinging and begging in cries and wails- please don't go, don't leave him, you don't deserve to die. you simply kiss his forehead, his cheeks, his maw. anywhere you can reach, scratching behind both of his horns in that way he loves so dearly with a tearful smile as a final goodbye before slipping out of his desperate claws.

he watches the Abyss fall silent as your light winks out, and Foul Legacy weeps.

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mmm i love asks that have a lot of ideas they are my favorite thing :]

tiny little hand-sized Legacy loves nibbling and gnawing on your fingers, rolling over in your palm and squeaking happily. it doesn't hurt- not much- just a few little pinpricks whenever he bites down, claws gripping into your skin. you hardly even notice when he happens to chomp with all his might, curiously, until a drop of blood slips onto your desk. Legacy chirps in alarm as he hastily licks and mlems the itty-bitty puncture wounds, apologetic and remorseful. you gnaw your lip to fight back the urge to laugh, settling for a smile as you lift him up and kiss the top of his head, much to his cheeping and trilling delight

he fetches a bandage for you, holding it up triumphantly like a knight with their sword, and your finger ruffles his lovely copper hair with fond sincerity

he can also go EVERYWHERE with you, snuggling up in your pockets and scarves before you can blink. most times you don't even know that he's there, only staring down in your bag once you've gotten to work as he cheerfully stares right back up at you. a sigh slips from your lips, shifting into a smile as you gently scoop him up, plopping a willing Legacy into your lap to stay until you have a free moment. Legacy purrs, little vibrating buzzes, and promptly curls up for a nap. just being near you makes his heart sing, and he feels like he could soar through the sky on gossamer wings as long as you're near

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Childe- harbinger 11 of the fatui

Reader- harbinger of chaos

if you thought Childe was bad, you and Foul Legacy together is ten times WORSE

something about you two being near each other just brings out your mischievous sides. you're not exactly sure why, but honestly, you're not really complaining. Legacy always gets all chirpy and excitable whenever you ask if he wants to run around in a field or nab a few berries from the market stalls. Childe can't even say no, completely aware that your days were full of work and Legacy was still getting accustomed to not living in danger day and night, and it's even more fun and risky in the evening, hiding Legacy from sight as the sun gradually sets. nothing you do is ever harmful, simply fitting in a few moments of cheerful sneaking and playing around before running off towards the mountains, where all that awaits you are hills and trees and open skies

even the adepti know your names, all sighing and shaking their heads in resignation. a human, ordinary and Visionless, and an Abyssal monster, feral and deadly. yet here you are, flopping over in the grass together and pointing out the stars together. Legacy is breathless with laughter, occasionally breaking into a fit of rasping chuckles and trills and lightly poking your ribs with a claw. for once, there's nothing to worry about, nothing to fear. just you and Foul Legacy, and a quiet but smiling Childe. he can't wait until summer, when you'll be able to twirl and dance around in the fields during the long hours of the lingering day, watch you glow in the sunset

but, this is wonderful, too. in a different way

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Legacy who tries to learn different hairstyles so he can impress reader when he does their hair <3

-*^* anon

he gets to impress you AND touch your hair, win-win :]

the routine goes like this- Childe practices first, usually on one of his siblings. his hands are smaller, nimbler, and more adept at smoothing down any stray hairs that happen to escape his grasp. he's careful not to pull or tug- even one or two hairs too tight can cause immense pain, he's seen you unwind an entire updo just to rid yourself of the strain. Childe ponders and squints once he's done, trying to gauge if he's done it right, if everything is perfect, before whichever sibling he's nabbed for an impromptu hair session promptly tackles him, and he's left laughing and wrangling the little fiend until the hairdo is entirely ruined. that's alright, though. he managed to get it one time, he's sure he can do it again, with a little practice

Legacy works with your hair, his touch gentle and tender, giving you a few soothing scratches against your scalp first. he moves confidently with how many times Childe has done and redone the different styles, carefully maneuvering his claws around the different locks of your hair. he trills and purrs in delight at the sheer softness, occasionally pausing to just pat and ruffle your hair- it's simultaneously endearing and soothing for both of you. a proud huff slips from his maw, tucking the final tuft in place- his favorites are the braids, always the braids. there's something so tidy, yet so incredibly intricate about them. honestly, he's half a mind to make Childe grow out his hair so he can at least have a little ponytail. perhaps you'd find that cute! a little tuft of ginger he can tie off to the side. Legacy rumbles, trilling and chittering gleefully

you smile right back at him, touching your hair and leaning back in his lap, for you love them both just the way they are

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

well this afternoon was agony and i need to take a nap hgfnhfnmfd

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

time to keep going with this one, this time about the point about hair :]

Legacy is absolutely fascinated by your hair. Childe's own hair is rather short, and while Legacy's is fluffier, it's still not long enough to really mess with apart from ruffling around. but you- you have such lovely long hair, all soft and perfect to bury his claws in- carefully, of course. he doesn't want to slice or pull any strands out with such sharp talons. it's the most wonderful texture as he snuggles his face right up against your head with a delighted croon. now, some of Childe's siblings do indeed have longer hair. but Legacy is rarely, if ever, let out around them, and it's difficult to recall sensation. vaguely, he remembers Childe playfully flicking and combing hair, all soft and silky and copper like a deep sunset. but here, with you, Legacy can truly feel it for himself, tracing your hairline and features with the tips of his claws and a rumbling purr

he does remember how to braid- Childe's done it multiple times. if you'll allow it, he gingerly sections your hair into thirds, trilling quietly, weaving the locks together as you work. he's diligent, mostly silent, the tip of his tongue sticking out as he makes sure not to tangle or snag any bit. it's soft, so soft, on his talons, and Legacy almost starts chittering out loud. he huffs in triumph as he ties off the end, with a ribbon all in a deep, sparkling blue. he's quite proud with how even it is, trailing down your back and ending in a brush tip, perfect to watch and bat around. your hand traces the ropes in your new braid, giving Legacy a smile that makes him melt and short circuit into a pile of joyful Abyssal mush as he bumps his head firmly against your palm. maybe you could give him a braid, just a little one. it won't look as lovely, but he doesn't mind- anything done by your hands is something to be treasured

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hhghnfgnh i'm very tired and just want to curl up with Foul Legacy. mmm send soft sweet asks please my leg hurts,,,

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still obsessed with the concept of picking fruits and berries with Foul Legacy. just this big Abyssal monster crouching in rows of bushes and delicately plucking raspberries or blueberries from their stems, holding them out to you for approval and chittering happily.

you pretend not to see when he sneaks one or two, popping them into his mouth and hastily munching- you're guilty of the same, perhaps even more than him. but there are plenty of berries by the time the sun is setting, sitting next to Legacy in the shade of an old oak tree, trading fruit back and forth with laughter and rumbling purrs.

the sky turns from amber to pink to blue, and all the stars twinkle in Legacy's gauzy wings.

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Us having extremely long hair and letting Legacy just play with it while we work on something.

Tiny Legacy being just able to draw blood by chomping on Our finger, only to immediately lick it in apology.

Tartaglia's eyes getting tinted more purplish whenever Legacy's paying more attention to whatever's going on.

(Sea Creature / Mer?? AU) Us being a giant manta ray.

(Sea Creature AU) My thoughts of Legacy being an orca originate from the fact that orcas are predators of narwhals... even if the specific narwhal is very massive-

~ The anon who wanted Kaveh but didn't want Baizhu or Ganyu A few brief thoughts that I've had over the course of these past two weeks, of which I'm not certain how to expand upon and thus have remained just simply as lines of thoughts.

*grips your shoulders* SEND ME MORE THESE ARE AWESOME (also i'll be splitting this post into multiple so i can focus on one at a time)

where Foul Legacy's orca features are fierce and bold, black on white and twice as deadly, you're all serene elegance, a ray gliding through the open sea. that's not to say you can't defend yourself. the claws on your hands and fangs in your mouth can account for that- but you are generally calmer, more peaceful, prone to admiring the light casting shadows through the water. Legacy learns from you, a hidden spark that was buried in his chest coaxed forth by your gentle, playful demeanor. he'll spend hours just curled up under your fins, watching fish and jellies and crabs drift and skuttle by with fascination. occasionally he trills and nuzzles closer, tucking the wings of your tail tighter over his body as he cheekily nibbles a stray scale here and there, and you simply lower your head to bury your face in his silky hair, floating through the gentle current

Legacy brings you things- plants, pearls, bits and bobs he found on the ocean floor. creatures he's hunted, to prove how excellent and strong he is. he simply adores seeing the way your markings glow in delight, decorating the sweet little cavern you've made into your home with whatever he brings. whether it be chains of gold or old bones, your frills flick happily as you swim around, Legacy curled up and watching you with glee. it makes the cavern a little bit more comfortable, a bit of you sprinkled in every crack and crevice. it's your presence, though, that makes it really home. Legacy swims over, gently curling his lovely tail around you with a bubbling croon and untangling your trailing fins

you've worked enough today. it's time to rest and relax

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still obsessed with the concept of picking fruits and berries with Foul Legacy. just this big Abyssal monster crouching in rows of bushes and delicately plucking raspberries or blueberries from their stems, holding them out to you for approval and chittering happily.

you pretend not to see when he sneaks one or two, popping them into his mouth and hastily munching- you're guilty of the same, perhaps even more than him. but there are plenty of berries by the time the sun is setting, sitting next to Legacy in the shade of an old oak tree, trading fruit back and forth with laughter and rumbling purrs.

the sky turns from amber to pink to blue, and all the stars twinkle in Legacy's gauzy wings.

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Play fighting with Moth baby, but he let's us win every time <3

he just wants you to have fun, and if you're happy, he's happy!!

as revenge for Childe's impromptu sparring sessions, you've started suddenly tackling Foul Legacy, carefully of course. he doesn't fall- he usually doesn't even stumble- but he always chirps in surprise, catching and allowing you to clamber up his shoulders, wings fluttering all the while with amusement and delight. you gnaw on his shoulder, teeth lightly clacking against the armor, and Legacy gasps and pretends to swoon, lowering you both to the ground. you promptly lunge, rolling around on the soft grass and laughing so hard your stomach starts to hurt. Legacy pokes and prods you gingerly, not wanting to actually hurt you, playfully scratching your back with the tips of his claws

Legacy flops over with a dramatic chitter, pressing a hand to his forehead. you win, you win! he feigns fainting, cracking his crystalline eye back open as he listens to your stifled chuckling and lifting his arm, urging you to curl up beside him. his talons fiddle with the tips of your hair, purring and crooning softly in a language you don't understand. there's nothing and no one more precious than you, he's decided, running his claws gently up and down your arm to help you catch your breath. you're both a bit dusty from playfighting, your clothes mussed and his armor with a few smudges. but you just laugh again, bumping your head against his and earning a joyful chirp as he promptly nuzzles you back in his absolute favorite way, with his absolute favorite person ever

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ogh. don't feel good today, think i'm going to take it easy and hopefully be back tomorrow :]

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I have given masktaglia angst

Masktaglia comfort to counter :D

It's been a while now. Weeks, months? Years? Long enough. Your lovely moth has adjusted to the new normal. His sight was affected - how could it not, with the way his eye was split - but he could still manage enough to interact with you, and when necessary protect you. He stays near you, avoiding fights whenever possible but not being afraid to take the initiative for you.

The mask had a hard, blackish purple substance start to appear on the cracked edges at some point. A healing process, you supposed, since on Foul Legacy it was a proper part of him. There would always be clear evidence of what had happened - it was purple, not red, and it wasn't as thick as what was once there, though maybe that would change with time - but it was recovering in some sense, and that was better than nothing. If it at least helped your moth feel better, that was more than enough.

One day, your moth seemed out of it, more than what had become somewhat standard, as if something was bothering him, and you did your best to try and figure out what, but it didn't seem like any of the usual things that you could figure out, and there wasn't much that you could really do to help without knowing, but suddenly he stops. He's shocked, clearly, and then the shock melts away into clear excitement, trills of happiness, relief even. It's confusing beyond belief, especially when he hugs you, until just as spontaneously as the excitement, your moth shifts - to a form you haven't seen in a long time.

He's different. His skin is a bit off - he hasn't been in the sun for a while, his tan is gone - maybe it was bloodless from his death - but the skin isn't rotten, at least as far as you can tell. The wounds you had seen before were still there, but they were closed now, with that same familiar purplish black covering where they were. It feels tough, a bit tougher than scar tissue should be, but it's still skin, *new* skin. His hair is all out of shape, messier, but longer, somehow, even if only slightly. The mask was over his face when he appeared, connected just enough, semi whole, and you couldn't see his expression underneath, but a hand moves it, ever so carefully, and blue eyes met with yours, with a shaky but loving smile.

Your Ajax, back in your arms.

He can't stay present for long - it's maybe ten or so minutes that he's there, before Foul Legacy is back, but somehow, some way, they healed together - or perhaps Foul Legacy healed Ajax - and your boys were one again, even if it took a while.

- John non saw you were down and tried for better things for you

*puts hand on your shoulder* you are forgiven for making me cry the first time

you immediately burst into tears, cradling Ajax's head in your hands and sobbing without hesitation as you almost squeeze the life out of him. almost. your arms loosen just before he chokes, still holding him close and refusing to let go. he shifts, a hand weakly trailing up and down your back as he murmurs. his voice- oh, his voice. it's so hoarse and quiet, ragged from his ordeal. for a split second, you wonder if it will ever recover, ever return to the loud, boisterous tone you know and love. but that's not important. he's here, he's back, he's ALIVE. you hug him closer, hiccupping quietly, and he attempts to soothe you to little avail. he still smiles, even through your cries, knowing that they're of relief rather than anguish, and he feels so familiar and solid beside you, mumbling against your hair and pressing feathery kisses over your cheeks and nose

the tears nearly start again when he shudders, exhaustion pulling at his eyes as his vision begins to darken. but Ajax promises to return, when he can. to hold you again in his arms with a parting mumble of "I love you"

Legacy's wings flutter as Ajax dozes off, exhausted but elated. his chirps are garbled and strained as usual, curling around you and tucking your body firmly against his. he's happy, so happy, the half that was missing firmly slotted back in place. he croons softly, tracing your features with the tips of his claws, memorizing the feel of them under his fingers. he can't see you as well, anymore, not with his eye. so he maps the hills and valleys of your face and expression, tracing them in starry ink. nuzzles against you and inhaling the sweet scent, something of mint and fresh water. he's here. he's not leaving again, not as long as he lives. all he and Ajax want is to stay with you, comfortable and warm and safe. Legacy settles a wing over you, the torn membrane slowly healing over the weeks

whenever Ajax's consciousness tugs at his own, Foul Legacy gladly steps back for a moment, knowing how much you adore both of them, together

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hey, don't cry.

Foul Legacy eating a piece of cake with a tiny fork and being so delicate with it while purring happily all the while. then he turns to you and nuzzles against you with a meltingly soft croon in celebration of a life worth living, okay?