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Saavan | he/him | 20 | ENTP

[aceofcolours]

̗̀╰┈➤ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗?

welcome to my little corner of the internet. lowkey don't know what have motivation to write at any given moment so...fuck it we ball

requests are open for now, especially for childe

more detailed info under the cut :)

ᯓ‎♪ masterlist | ao3

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒'𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘:

genshin impact

honkai star rail

love & deepspace

mbti

twisted wonderland

obey me

𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎:

sfw & nsfw

drabbles/headcanons

char x reader & char x char

dom/sub/top reader

gn & male reader

fluff, angst, smut, etc

darker themes like yandere & gore

𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎:

fem reader

bottom reader

anything involving bodily fluids

incest/stepcest

relationships involving minors

threesomes or more

𝚍𝚗𝚒 + 𝚋𝚢𝚏

this blog has nsfw content. ageless/below 18 blogs who interact will be blocked

if you're racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc leave. this isn't the place for you

do NOT repost my work elsewhere or feed my writing to ai in any way shape or form

[outkoi]

Experiment codename: "Version 6.6"

[jewfish]

🌌

[earth-shaker]

snezhnaya main character fit trust

[osamushka]

🐋🌊 childe's moodboard

[aceofcolours]

me when head full of childe but i have TWENTY EXAMS AND PROJECTS preventing any creative ideas

if anyone would like to bless me with requests i'd be so happy 😔🙏literally anything

[d1stortionism]

" knowing it was you that stayed by my side... that you hadn't betrayed me, like so many before... i knew i had to share this moment with you. "

" and it seems my hypothesis was correct. you love this as much as i do, you monster. "

or - what better be happening in 6.6 because they will not ruin pantalone istfg. they will make him evil and dottore's true friend they'll do it trust guys.

and another hc design for pantalone. if i'm horribly wrong i'm drawing another piece with it stat

[osmanthusbard]

Because I was talking about the "possessive" character trope earlier I can name a character who I think is possessive.

Childe.

Just look at the way he treats Teucer.

There is something incredibly sad about the way he plays this farce of being a clean and innocent member of society in front of his younger brother.

I think Childe isn't necessarily possessive over a person, but he does deeply want this feeling of being "normal". (Rerir-core haha)

He plays this little game of being a salesman of everything Teucer likes, because he obviously and desperately wants his brother to like him despite his absences. His sister Tonya knows the true nature of his job, and yet he plays a game of knight and princess.

To him, being a Fatui Harbinger is an honor, and yet it seems some part of him is deeply aware that it is something to be ashamed of. He is proud to serve his country, but he also has probably done things in it's name that he is not so proud of.

He is quite possibly one of the greediest men in genshin because of how he wants to have his cake and eat it too. He wants to be the "good older brother" to his family, but deep down I believe he has this fear that they may not wholly accept the truth of him. Otherwise, why would he try to hide so many parts of himself?

There are so many pieces of his character that contradict each other, and yet... He still wants to have it all hahaha...

[dominusick]

i love women in suits

[jewfish]

[zsocca55-deactivated20260510]

I imagine Dottore used to like yapping to his adopted sister a lot. This man takes in every stray he finds.

Can you tell I have no idea how to do backgrounds… /sobs/ 😭 I’m trying.

[aceofcolours]

Thinking about siren!tartaglia....

a more unsettling version of the little mermaid

siren!tartaglia who's there when you wake up drenched and clueless on the beach. one moment you were at sea; the next, in the eye of a storm. you're not sure why he saved you, but when you blink your eyes open, there's a man staring back at you.

siren!tartaglia who looks less like a dark sea creature and more like a young prince. instead of a cunning curl of lips, you're met with a mop of messy red hair falling into pretty blue eyes. his lashes are long and pale as he blinks curiously down at you, freckles spiraling across every inch of visible skin and ear fins shimmering translucent beneath the sun. only the scars crisscrossing his torso are any indication that he is, in fact, not royalty like you.

siren!tartaglia who doesn't know your identity. who stays with you that day, offering food he scavenged from the ocean. there's a curiosity that lurks in his eyes, perhaps due to your lack of fear. you're not sure, either, why he doesn't scare you. maybe it's your affection-starved heart that betrays you in favor of an odd being that treats you normally. like you matter, despite no claim to a flimsy throne.

siren!tartaglia who lets you find him again after that day. again, and again, and again, until it feels natural to sneak out of the castle and meet the pretty merman that awaits you in the shallow waters of the beach nearby. he seems to assume you are one of the servants that dream of a life beyond the oppressive stone walls. you let him.

siren!tartaglia whose teeth are a little too sharp for comfort, but he smiles so sweetly at you whenever you come to visit him. the trials you take to escape the palace are all worth it for that smile, for the way his entire face brightens as soon as he spots a glimpse of you. you don't have the heart to tell him that there's no need for him to wave his arms so energetically to get your attention; you can spot that familiar mop of auburn hair from a mile away.

siren!tartaglia whose melodic voice becomes a thing of normalcy, pitching higher and more erratic when he excitedly recounts his tales of bravado over the years. it's hard to register the brutality of the violence in his stories when he speaks of it so beautifully.

siren!tartaglia whose tail wags back and forth when he's happy, flopping lazily in the sand as he looks up at you. it's his favorite place to be, head in your lap as you card through his hair with a gentleness he's only ever known in fleeting dreams.

siren!tartaglia who could so easily overpower you if he wanted, but instead chooses to nuzzle his cheek into your palm like a preening puppy. the delicate gills on the sides of a siren's neck are meant to be protected, fought for, yet he exposes them to you without abandon when leaning so heavily into your touch. the half-lidded gaze that meets yours tells you it's no accident.

siren!tartaglia who starts sulking every time you need to leave, arms winding their way around your waist and bottom lip jutting out in petulance. his eyes never reflect light; you're used to it. but when he tells you to stay, they're less blue and more inky black, even under the brightest of sunlight.

siren!tartaglia who waits excruciatingly, day after day, stranded on the beach, when you eventually disappear. you return to find him lying on the sand, face buried in his arms, but he’s not asleep like you thought he was. instead, he looks up when you call and lunges at you in a way that would shoot fear up your spine if you weren't aware that he'd never hurt you.

siren!tartaglia who gets ten times clingier after that day. after he realizes, eyes flat, that you are royalty, royalty who the guards have been keeping a tight watch on after being discovered sneaking out. royalty who is supposed to be entertaining suitors and getting married off. this time, fingers in his hair and your voice caressing his ear are not enough to suppress the thing lurking beneath his reassuring smile.

siren!tartaglia who likes wrapping his tail around your legs and his arms around your waist to nuzzle into the hollow of your throat. to anyone else, perhaps it would feel like a cage, but it’s natural now to relax into the comforting embrace. when your fingers lightly tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, he sighs like he’s finally home.

siren!tartaglia who spends days digging for gemstones on the ocean floor just to fashion you an earring to wear identical to the one that hangs from his left ear. if he can't keep you with him forever, he tells you fervently, you should keep a piece of him forever instead. you don’t see the hint of a grin on his face, a mere baring of teeth, when he subsequently sees your suitors notice it.

siren!tartaglia whose head is in your lap when you voice concerns about the latest missing suitor of yours, lost to sea. he only hums, hair glowing like a wisp of flame when it catches the sunlight, and nudges your hand to make you resume petting him. somehow, you end up staying on the beach til sunset. you no longer have anywhere you need to be tomorrow, after all.

siren!tartaglia who shows up at your door one night, not long after the king – your stepfather – gets more aggressive in trying to get rid of you. for a moment, you can’t breathe. he stands before you with that same red hair, same lusterless eyes, same sweet smile. yet there’s no fins where his ears should be, no tail. just ears and legs and dull, human teeth. just a boy standing in your doorway beaming at you like this is where he belongs.

siren!tartaglia who slips into your bed like it’s second nature, curling up with you the same way he used to on the beach. his arms are still strong enough to cage you; his hair still smells like saltwater when he tucks his face into your neck. but he’s always gone by the time the sun crests the horizon, and when you look out the window, a flash of auburn disappears beneath the waves.

siren!tartaglia who perks up when you bring him morsels of fancy food every night. there’s not much you can sneak off without being noticed, but he happily laps it up regardless. the novelty of it never seems to fade, every new dish tried with that same animal enthusiasm.

siren!tartaglia who holds you the night before you’re meant to leave the kingdom. to be sent away, deemed cursed by a king who never wanted you in the first place. it’s unusually quiet, stifling, none of the typical restless energy permeating from him. it occurs to you, suddenly, that you don’t know if the sea reaches where they’ll send you. 

siren!tartaglia who’s already in the shallows when you run to the beach, like he’s been waiting all morning. he looks up and smiles when he sees you, bright and uncomplicated. the same smile he always has, as if there isn’t blood still smeared on the palace floor. your hands shake, but his webbed ones take them and press them over his heart. gentle, reverent, like he always is.

siren!tartaglia who has done this before. who would do it again without hesitation. you realize it too late, standing there with his hands warm over yours. he’s looking at you the same way he always has. only now do you see his devotion for what it really is.

GOD the brainrot is killing me. i wanna make this into a proper fic now but idk🥀

[viyoon]

unda da sea 🐠🦀🌊

[aceofcolours]

WAIT LET ME COOK,,

i'm so normal about this man

[inkaricylia]

A small dottoling cause I finally have my shayla back the gouache brush 🥹

I've moved back to clip studio paint 👀

I just used the mouse for this so nothing fancy🧚‍♀️✨️

[aceofcolours]

Sometimes, you wake in the middle of the night to find Childe staring at you. Completely still, a battle-hardened warrior waiting in the bushes for prey. It’s such a stark contrast to his daytime playfulness that you don’t know what to make of it.

The nightlight beside your bed is meant to keep the dark out, but it never reflects in his eyes – those pools of the bottomless ocean that are watching, always watching, from where he’s perched on the edge of the bed.

“Ajax?” It’s the same every time. Your voice is slightly slurred, groggy from sleep. He blinks. It still isn’t enough to snap him out of his stupor, so you have to reach out. And as soon as your fingers entwine with his, he melts, a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaping his lips.

He likes being curled up in your arms when he finally comes to bed. There’s nothing that can quell that odd jerkiness of his actions more than your arms around him and sleepy praise mumbled into his hair.

“You love me, right? You’ll never leave me?” The words are always halting, muffled by your chest.

“Of course.” And it doesn’t matter if your answer is the same every time; he still asks again and again like he needs you to reach into his ribcage and brand your allegiance onto his raggedly beating heart.

[aceofcolours]

ᯓ‎♪ 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: childe x gn reader

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 818

𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: fluff, modern au, established relationship, sillies, childe with abandonment issues my beloved, scara being thrown under the bus (affectionate), implied sethoscara? but it's just a mention

ᯓ‎♪ that one prank about mentioning being on a dating app and seeing how long it takes your partner to notice, but with boyfriend!childe.

You decide to prank him when he's in the middle of a game.

"Ajax, guess what I just saw?"

As expected, he doesn't reply, brows furrowed cutely as he focuses on killing whatever poor enemies decide to cross him. All you can hear is aggressive clicking, and you look up from your phone from where you're lounging on the bed.

"Ajax."

This time, he answers, but it's distracted. "Hmm?"

"Guess what I just saw?"

"What?" The clicking doesn't slow.

"Scara's on Tinder."

This gives you immediate silence. Then your boyfriend whirls around on his gaming chair, eyebrows hidden in his messy bangs from how high they're raised. "Scara??" he asks incredulously. The dull blue of his eyes shines a little, corners of his mouth tugging up. "No way!"

"Mhm," you say, suppressing your own smile to look back down at your phone nonchalantly. "Looks like he's tired of being single."

Ajax laughs, delighted as always with gossip. "Tell me his bio! Archons, now I wanna see what pictures he posted...let me finish this dungeon." He turns back to the game to presumably kill off the leftover mobs, so you continue making up random shit.

"His bio says 'Looking for someone to share my life with. I don't know if I'm your Prince Charming, but I can be the Clyde to your Bonnie.’"

This time, you can't stop your snickers, and Ajax joins in. Thank archons Scaramouche isn't here to hear you slander his name.

"I can't believe he'd write something so corny. I bet Sethos did it for him," Ajax says. "Though honestly, I feel bad for him if he did. Sethos is always following Scara around like a lovesick puppy. Imagine having to write a Tinder bio to see your crush try and bag someone else. That would be so-" He abruptly cuts himself off. "Wait. How do you know?"

"Hm?" You look up just in time to see Ajax's character die on his screen, forgotten. He's too busy staring at you to care, completely still.

"How do you know Scara's on Tinder?"

"I don't know what you're talking abou-" He doesn't let you finish, instead jumping onto the bed and grabbing your phone. You let out an oof, Ajax’s weight settling atop you and his hair tickling your face as he whines.

"How could you be on Tinder?! Do I not love you enough?! I'll game less if you want...and get you separate blankets so that I don't steal them, though I told you it's an accident...you can't just find someone else!" He mumbles more things as he tries to make sense of what's on your phone screen.

"Ajax," you say, cutting him off with a breathless laugh. He still barrels on in distress, not even processing that you were scrolling cat videos on your phone.

"No, no, I knew that soup I made you the other day was too salty. I forgot you were cutting back. I'll be better, I swear-"

"'jax. Hey." You grab his face, forcing him to look at you, and he obediently falls silent. It's almost painful resisting the urge to kiss the pout on his face. "I'm not leaving you. Look." You wrestle your phone back from him, showing him the cat video still playing. "There's no Tinder."

"You told me you saw Scara's profile," he argues, voice petulant.

You sigh, a wry smile on your face. Okay, as cute as he is like this, maybe this was going too far. "It's a prank, baby. Scara isn't actually on Tinder. Or, well, if he is, I wouldn't know about it."

You have to physically go into Instagram and show Ajax the reels of other people doing the prank before he finally believes you, flopping onto you and burying his face your chest with a grumble.

"I can't believe you'd be so mean to me." The tone of his voice is lighter, but you still feel a little bad.

"Okay okay, sorry...won't do it again, promise." Your fingers come up to card through his hair, and you feel him relax a little.

"It's not okay." For a moment your worry spikes, but then he shifts to look up at you, cheek still pressed into your chest, and gives that little lopsided smile of his that signifies he's planning something. "I demand lots of cuddles and kisses as repayment. And then maybe I'll forgive you."

You laugh, shaking your head, but your voice is playful when you speak. "Oh no, now I'll be forever be indebted to you..."

The breathless giggle that escapes Ajax when you cup his face to press little kisses on the freckles dusting his cheeks makes your heart melt a little. Really, prank or not, it's laughable to think that you'd ever be on some dating app.

How could you ever look for someone else? Your entire world is already here, in your hands.

[enilehtnorevol]

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