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So being totally transparent as you can tell I've not posted, I've fought and tried so hard to get back into Genshin, but I can't. I hate it more and more everyday. I don't regret my time with it, I don't regret what I've written, but it's time to stop.
Genshin is going down a path I don't want to support, I understand it's a big game, but it's falling into just the same basic anime garbage, and with Natlan and all the EXTREMELY pale characters with name and character origins relating to black or African culture, I find this absolutely disgusting, and deplorable.
Fontaine also crushed my love with Skirk, as she reeks of HSR [which I also hate, for varying reasons] as well as the way that she says the Whale is just a 'pet' feels crushing as a player, that everything I've done is worthless, and now I just don't care.
If you enjoy the game, then I won't stop you. But I would point out that this game is turning into slop. Sumeru was already a bad sign with how they used POC names for white characters, but at least there was ounces of value, at least they still kind of tried, but Natlan has no excuse, and each time I see what they're doing with the game, it's just slop on slop.
I won't ask anyone to play it, but I am just announcing that I'm done. I'm entirely done.
Thank you all for those who supported me back when I wrote, and I hope you all have a good life. My inbox remains open, and this sideblog is still attached to the blog I use on-and-off, so I believe messages will go through.
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Hi there, saw you did a lot of stuff for Rosaluc a while ago.
I really really really need to see Rosaria get the shot beaten out of her and Diluc be the like best trucking caretaker ever. PLEASE. I NEED GORE, MAN.
If you don’t wanna, that’s totally ok! No pressure! Have a great day or night, and thanks!
Hi there, saw you did a lot of stuff for Rosaluc a while ago. I really really really need to see Rosaria get the shot beaten out of her and Diluc be the like best trucking caretaker ever. PLEASE. I NEED GORE, MAN.
[[ TW: Gore [Probably not as extreme as the asker wanted tbh], injury, blood, talks of fighting and violence but none directly ]]
[[ Word Count: 1'593 ]]
It was one of those days.
Mondstadt was never peaceful, because nowhere was peaceful… and that was life. People would always feel they deserved more and didn’t want to do it the right way. And maybe they did- maybe they deserved a lot better.
But, honestly, Rosaria didn’t care.
Not when someone would threaten her. Not when they pleaded. Not when they would throw everything they had at her, only to ultimately fail.
… Not that it was entirely in vain, but she didn’t really care. Messes to be left for later. Wounds to be treated now.
She rested her hand on her arm- it was most definitely broken. But her bigger concern was the bleeding. Blood dribbled from her nose, she could taste it on her lips, bitter and disgusting, but familiar.
For a few moments, standing over the mess she made, she just stood there, wobbling slightly, staring blankly at nothing- she knew she was pale- like- very pale- but she felt like she was worse than usual, if that was possible.
Probably wasn’t, but the feeling, the sinking feeling remained.
Her body ached- from blades to brute force to fists- and one of them even bit her like he was a dog, she didn’t really want to move. Rather, her body didn’t want to move.
But, step by agonizing step, she made her way forward, her shoes clicking on the ground, as she made her way by, blearily looking around, taking the familiar path back to normal streets, as empty as they were, anyone who saw her usually knew better and looked away, rushing back into their homes, as she practically closed her eyes, her feet carrying her forward.
Only when she passed by a window, did she pause, and get a look at herself.
How… brutal, she looked. It almost hurt, seeing it again.
Her busted nose, bleeding and twisted into a purple red, her blackening eye, red and already swollen, the blood oozing from a deep, brutal wound in her arm, bruises so severe, blunt damage so extreme, it tore her skin alone.
With heavy steps, she turned to face herself, she knew she was going to get a hell of a talking to. But she always did, so what was new about this? Maybe they’d put her on a break for a little bit, to heal. She lifted her hand to her nose, to wipe the blood, but saw how it twitched, how even her hands couldn’t grasp much, couldn’t articulate much, just… Just short of broken, or stabbed clean through.
Little mercies.
A part of herself couldn’t spare herself the extended view, it was like every time she looked at a different spot, she recognized herself less and less, and recognized one of those mangled bodies she would leave behind to be found by those who would not miss them.
… But, well, maybe the pain was too severe, or she was just sick of the view, but she managed to get moving, anyway, if she was any faster, she’d be stumbling like a drunk- she’d almost prefer that if it wasn’t for the risk of falling and doing something far worse to her own body… But it didn’t matter. She didn’t need to open her eyes as she felt the familiar shadows, the familiar smells and ambiance as she walked in, and pressed her hand against a wooden door, hearing a familiar creek as she walked her way in, step by step… and sat down.
She sat there, for a second, and thought for a long few moments, waiting for a sister to come yelling at her, but…
No one came. Sure, it was late, but it was never empty like this…
Until she remembered- the creak.
They would never tolerate the entrance doors creaking.
Additionally, they were not wooden- well, they were, but with all the gaudy decals and decorations, it didn’t feel like it.
She lifted her head, and her gaze ran along a series of bottles of liquid, then looked down, to the slightly wine-stained counters.
… How… amusing.
She’s at the Angel’s Share…
… Well, she always loves getting a drink here. But even for a tavern, it was open late… well, this tavern, anyway, it had a pretty rigid schedule.
But the door was open- it wasn’t even locked, so…
“... Rosaria?”
Her head lolled to the side, as she saw that warm red hair, and a slightly concerned expression- only slight due to his own expressionless nature rather than a lack of shock- from the bartender and owner himself.
“... Well, the door was open,” She explained, and he exhaled tightly,
“You shouldn’t be sitting up.” He said sternly, and she rolled her eyes as he walked around to help her sit down on the ground, her back against the wall, and she exhaled. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but her aching muscles sung hymns in rejoice… just to have a few moments to rest.
“Stay.”
Rosaria sighed quietly, as he set his hand on her shoulder- careful, in case that, too was injured, before standing up, leaving her to rest. She just sat there, feeling like she was bleeding out- like a drunk so lost in the sauce they faded away from their addiction. Of course, that’d be her fate one day, but…
…
What was taking him so long?
She reached up shakily, grabbing the edge of the bar, and trying to get her leg beneath her, before-”
“I’m right here, sit down.”
She paused, before letting her arm nearly hit the ground beside her as it went slack, no longer struggling.
“I was wondering where you were.”
“I haven’t left. I’m just making sure I have everything and preparing the worst of it before I have to get working on you.”
“What, am I paperwork?” Rosaria replied dryly,
“About as pleasant to look at, when you’re like this,” Diluc said back, somewhat sharp, before he paused, “... I have some painkillers for you, to take the edge off.”
“I’d prefer a drink,” Rosaria replied, as she saw Diluc come back into view, with the first aid kit, having some things prepared, resting on top.
“I’m sure you would,” He replied, only setting the things down before he stood again, and walked off- but he didn’t take long this time, “Open.”
“I can do it myself.”
“You can. Open.” Diluc insisted, and she opened her mouth, letting him set two pills into her mouth, and a glass of water against her lips. He was slow with it, letting her take small sips, until she closed her lips, and he got the hint to pull it back.
“... Gross.”
“I know, I know. Good medicine is bitter.”
“Who told you that?” Rosaria asked, as Diluc got a bottle of cleansing liquid.
“My father. It’s true, though. Did you get debris in your swollen eye?”
“No, just a punch.”
Diluc was quiet for a moment, before accepting her answer, and he worked to pour the liquid generously over her wounds, it stung, and it burned, but there was a sort of peace to the pain, now, knowing it was mending…
Or maybe these were fast-acting painkillers.
He worked on her quietly, and diligently. Of course, they both had experience taking care of wounds, but… Was it so sinful to say she preferred Diluc doing it, compared to anyone else? It was nice. He was always gently. Even the Sisters would be rough, saying it gets worse before it gets better, but he never said that. He never made it worse before he made it better.
… Maybe she was just sentimental, though.
At some point, he began working on wiping the excess, now crusty blood on her, wiping her face carefully,
“Do you think your nose is broken to the point of needing work?”
“No,” Rosaria replied, “Besides, I don’t care about looking pretty.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t want to lose your sense of smell, though. Bad for wine.”
Rosaria huffed quietly- her nose felt so gross and clogged, but blowing it would not be beneficial.
“Fine, fine. I concede. But I think it’ll be fine. It was the full-force to my head more than just to my nose.”
Diluc seemed doubtful, but he trusted her.
He always did.
After some time, she could feel it all over her- bits and patches of constricted fabric. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t great… Better than the feeling of exposed wounds, though.
She closed for a moment, until she heard him sigh, and opened her eyes to look at him.
“... How am I supposed to drag you back to the winery?”
“Just leave me… or bring me to the Cathedral.”
“The Cathedral is only slightly more put together than the Knights… besides, they don’t have any healing there worth making you deal with it.”
Rosaria exhaled,
“... I can walk.”
“Not well.”
“But I can walk,”
Diluc exhaled.
“... Look, I’ll just get us a hotel room for the night. I’ll attest to your state before we return to the Winery tomorrow.”
“We?”
“I don’t trust you to care for yourself.”
Rosaria… chuckled, softly, though it was only for a few brief seconds, before it just died away.
“... Good idea, honestly.” Rosaria sighed, “... Still. I’m not your responsibility.”
“I know.”
“... you know I’m going to take a bottle of wine.”
“... I know that, too. Just rest for a few minutes. I’ll find a hotel or something in the meantime.”
“... thanks.”
Rosaria watched as he walked off, seemingly going to handle something.
Can I please request Scaramouche reacting to his S/O giving up their vision to replace his heart so he can feel again, and now the reader is like everyone else who's lost their vision and barely remembers him?
Preferably hurt/comfort but heavy on the hurt if you want ^-^
So I've saved this ask for so long it became canon that Scaramouche DOESN'T actually 'not feel' and he's just tsundere but I want this anon to know I adore this ask. I've saved this ask. This ask has influenced a novel series I work on for fun. It literally has foundationally changed it. I want to write an entire massive story about this but knowing how they've kinda ruined the idea of 'emotionless scara' [granted, I do kinda like him now still, but not as much] makes me feel like I can't really write this but I want the world to see this prompt.
tiny headcanon for lyney and lynette is that they BOTH can basically pull some [literal, not performative] magic for their animal features. Usually, Lyney chooses to go without, Lynette with, to have SOME way to truly feel unique to themselves.
Hey! I'm aware I'm dead as hell, but if anyone's interested, I'm on and off working on a Kavetham fic on Ao3! Feel free to pop over if you're interested!
I have a very specific headcanon about Alhaitham- specifically relating to his gender.
He is AFAB. He does not care. He is not even inherently masculine. He is not feminine. He doesn't really consider himself androgynous, either. He doesn't care. Saying Agender or non-binary doesn't work either, because he's not those either. That's implying he has some kind of self-identification, when really he's completely opted out.
Alhaitham doesn't care about pronouns- He, She, They, there's no preference. Most people default to "He" as... well, it's an accident, really.
He wears binders as he finds his chest in the way and obnoxious, but not enough so to warrant surgery. They also serve some purpose in his comfort, so there's no reason to do away with them fully. He uses estrogen/hormone blockers to stop his period and other side effects of an AFAB body that are not exactly convenient. He cuts his hair short as it's a pain to handle- if it's more than a comb running through his hair it's more effort than he's willing to put in for something he cares little for. Just because many of these things make him appear masculine, none of it was intentional.
He also doesn't wish to have bottom surgery as, while 'wetness' and going to the bathroom might be a little more cumbersome [key word: might] than if he had opposing equipment, he finds the benefit of not having an additional part of his body to need to maintain and position and, god forbid, get hurt by a very precise kick.
Alhaitham doesn't care about gender, nor how he presents. They're just... a bother to him at best, a burden at worst.
[This is a great confusion to Kaveh, who experimented with being a transwoman in the past only to affirm his connection with masculinity and a renewed appreciation for feminine beauty, is incredibly confused by Alhaitham's complete lack either way. He respects it, even if he doesn't understand it.]
Autistic!Reader that doesn't really know they're autistic yet so Childe shows them like his favorite stims and encouraging them to stim whenever he sees them getting excited over something and encouraging their info dumps?
Here you go!
[Word Count: 809 ]
"Hey! I got something fun."
This wasn't an uncommon thing for Childe to say, coming home and showing you objects that didn't seem to have a defined purpose, but were designed like they did have one- one was a bracelet with a few beads on it, and when turned, it would change shape, appearing differently, but still intricate no matter how it was fashioned.
He liked the delicate clicking noises it made, not too overwhelming, but just enough that he could control it. You could see how he smiled- calmed, at least a little.
"Where do you even find these things?" You asked, enamored with the bracelet.
"Just- a friend who makes special things. They make a lot of stuff like this- it's good for empty hands. I shipped a few back home... I'm unsure if all my siblings will like it, but I think Teucer will. He's the most like me, and usually likes things I do." He explained, still toying with one of the bracelets.
It was an enchanting sight, but-
"Do you ever feel silly, playing with toys?" You asked, and Childe paused, looking at you curiously,
"I mean, should I?" he asked. "It... well, it's nice. It helps... I don't know how to describe it. it's like- I have my consciousness, you know, the bit that makes decisions, then my subconscious, that looks out for things when my consciousness is busy. But, sometimes, my subconsciousness gets... bored. And then it bugs my consciousness to find something to do- Having things like this to do keeps my subconscious happy, so my consciousness can still get things done."
He paused and laughed... maybe a little nervous. "It's weird, yeah. But isn't everyone a little weird?"
"Maybe." You paused, "I'm not sure if I feel exactly the same... but I do get it. Like I need something to do with my hands, and... when I do, it feels nice."
"Do you have any toys like this?" He asked,
"No, I don't... I guess I never thought about it."
"Wait, really?"
"I thought that's just how people were," You explained, "That we had to deal with stuff like that."
"... Well," Childe paused, "Most people aren't like that. But that's not a bad thing! Here, you saw what I did with the bracelet. Try it yourself." He said, handing it over.
You paused, "I don't want to break it."
"Don't worry about that. Even if you did, I could go get another one made. Just try it." He asked, excitedly watching as, with an unsure grip, began to adjust the bracelet, feeling it move in your hands, twist around as it seemed, almost like magic, to make new shapes.
You kept at it, finding new shapes repeatedly, and by the time you looked back at Childe, he was sitting at the table nearby, watching you, his arms folded over the table as he rested his head on them, a fond smile on his face.
"Feels nice, huh?"
"I'm sorry, I got distracted-"
"No sorry's, you didn't do anything," He insisted, jumping up, "But it felt great didn't it? I only see you that happy when you see something new for your hobbies!"
"But-"
"Did you like it? Serious question." Childe insisted,
"Yeah... it felt nice."
"Okay, that's it. No more ifs or buts. You're happy. I don't see you that happy- you always seem... a little miserable, if I'm honest."
"I... I get a little excitable when I'm happy."
Childe... frowned. "Yeah? And... what's wrong with that?"
"People tend to get... weirded out, when I'm excited."
"And?" Childe asked, "Okay, maybe in public it's a little harder to deal with... but it's just you and me. Is that why you clam up whenever I ask about your hobbies?"
You pause, and he sighs, slightly exasperated, "Here, keep the bracelet- actually, no, tell me your favorite colors. I'll get one commissioned just for you."
"You don't have to do that-"
"Let me, then," Childe said fondly, "I want to. I can get matching ones." He insisted again, "Now... Should we get food, and this time, no hiding your excitement, and you can tell me what you've wanted to tell me?"
"... Are you sure you wouldn't mind? I get kind of loud and jumpy..."
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure," He pinches your cheek, and puckers out his lips a little, "My wittle silly-"
You laugh, pushing him away, "Stop with that voice," Despite the words, you were smiling. He was, too.
"Come on- We can get your favorite- And we can make sure to get the texture right this time. Weird, how it varies, huh?"
"... Yeah, it is."
...
But it was a little freeing, seeing how little he minded things that were so commonly seen as childish.
... Funny. His code-name, nickname, whatever it was called, kind of fit that idea...
I still struggle really badly to characterize kazuha and I think the main reason is that everything about him is based on the events he's gone through.
nothing talks about him. Yoimiya gets close and says that someone with many cares in the world speaks of poetry and nature, etc. etc. Which makes sense. Kazuha is a very mild character...
But that also makes him hard to figure out. I know he lost his best friend, I know he's a wanderer, I know he's stopped Raiden's blade.
However...
I don't know anything about him. Everything he seems to react with extreme mild mannerisms, even the greatest thing feels so minor.
He feels more like a heartless doll that I once wanted Wanderer to be than an actual person- a body to exist through events, rather than a person who reacted to them. A stand-in.
I still struggle really badly to characterize kazuha and I think the main reason is that everything about him is based on the events he's gone through.
nothing talks about him. Yoimiya gets close and says that someone with many cares in the world speaks of poetry and nature, etc. etc. Which makes sense. Kazuha is a very mild character...
But that also makes him hard to figure out. I know he lost his best friend, I know he's a wanderer, I know he's stopped Raiden's blade.
However...
I don't know anything about him. Everything he seems to react with extreme mild mannerisms, even the greatest thing feels so minor.
He feels more like a heartless doll that I once wanted Wanderer to be than an actual person- a body to exist through events, rather than a person who reacted to them. A stand-in.
Obsessing over unwilling wanderer disney princess. His heart [that he insists he does not have] is so delicate animals always innately trust him. extremely common for birds to rest atop his head perch on his shoulders, skittish foxes in a place they don't understand hide behind his legs.
He does not like this. He does not feel like he should be trusted- most days, he doesn't trust himself. He barely trusts the sun to rise in the morning.
Nahida, however, thinks it's a good thing, watching as Wanderer holds his hands out for a little bird trying to fly for the first time- if it fails, he catches it, and delicately places it back in its nest, only muttering "later, then." before going on with whatever task he was given.
The Twins have their own shortcomings- and strengths.
Lumine has a voice that resonates- that can cut through even a crowd of screaming. A voice that demands attention, and that calls to action. A voice befitting a leader. One that can make the most timid of souls a terrifying army to challenge the gods and the stars the stand alongside.
However, her heart- if she has one at all- is cold. She is not shaken or rattled by the cruelest words, but she also is not afraid of cutting another to the heart with her words alone. She is considered cold, and condescending. In a way... she truly is.
Aether has a golden heart- he can melt the frostiest of hearts, unlock the most guarded of souls, and soothe the most wounded of beasts, and even if it lead to harm, he will do so with a smile, for he loves. He loves, he loves and feels so much it consumes him alive.
However, his voice- if he has one at all- is muted. When he opens his mouth, and tries to force the words through his throat, it's strangled, like his own voice wants him dead. He cannot speak, every attempt is pitiful, broken, and falls apart to little pieces. He is considered a mute, a pushover. In a way... he truly is.
They have great faults, and great powers.
They fill in the holes of what the other is missing.
Lumine is Aether's voice. Aether is Lumine's heart.
They were not meant to be separated. Their greatnesses too strong, weaknesses too devastating.
I'm going to... Hopefully, write some wanderer content tomorrow
Just a word of warning, I see that Kaiyo is the most common name given to Wanderer by players/the travellers, so unless a request states otherwise I will be calling him Kaiyo.
Dude, I love love love what you did for the ask about puppet joint Scaramouche. Utterly beautiful in all the right places and more. You captured it perfectly as I imagined and I thank you for that.
I have another request if you’re willing to take it, it’s about the interlude quest regarding Scara and changing his name to the player’s wishes. And I was just hoping you could capture his reaction to us wanting to call him Babygirl. I see that everyone is call him that as a joke and wanted to see his reaction to that myself. And when he obviously refuses that name, how about the consideration of Mochi instead since he has squishy mochi cheeks that we want to bite out of cuteness. I think about this a lot. Thank you for all your efforts in your work!
this one genuinely stumped me for months on end
because in a realistic way? I don't think it'd end well. I don't think it'd end well at all. Crack is a different story, but... I don't write crack. Not much, anyway, so I didn't take it that route.
He'd be hurt, he knows he owes you this, but you remembered him, even when he didn't remember himself.
His heart is raw and bare, he lived through five hundred years of misery within a few moments, and he's still reeling. He's vulnerable.
He's baring whatever lingers where his heart was meant to go, giving you the choice, the privilege to name him. To decide his future for him.
And to call him... Babygirl... is a very ... rough way of not reading the room, and he would- okay, he could... accept a joke. it's a joke. It has to be a joke. So, he would of course refuse-
And being called Mochi, a name many people name their pets back in Inazuma, he doesn't think it's cute or silly, even if the reason is explained.
He's hurt.
He feels you're treating him like something that belongs to you- a pet, nay, just a toy to do what you want with now that he's not a blatant threat.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
It hurts so much he's not sure what to do with himself, other than to just laugh, tense and strained, "You're not taking this seriously. Fine- I'll do it myself."
He does not accept Mochi. He does not consider any other names. Either by then, he goes by Wanderer. Just Wanderer.
He does not trust you to name him.
He did, and you crushed it with mirth and amusement in his eyes, when he was still so weak and wounded and defeated.
You made him into a joke.
He would not accept anything from you he didn't have to for Buer.
Little interest check...
How interested would you guys be on a Pokemon AU based around Kaveh?
Very interested.
Mildly interested.
Don't care.
Not interested at all.
damn bark ur alive?
Voting ended onJun 4, 2023
Send an ask if youre curious about what I mean and if my little FAQ below doesn't help!
Q: What do you mean Pokemon in Teyvat?
A: Just drop some pokemon in Teyvat! I don't want to massively change the lore or the plot or anything, just drop some pokemans in there.
Q: Why is it based about Kaveh?
A: He's sad and wet and pathetic. he is babygirl.
Q: Are there going to be ships?
A: At this time, no. I'm not massively interested in writing ships. Some things could be interpreted as ship-py. I don't know what ship I'd go with, anyway.
Q: What pokemon does Kaveh have?
A: Technically... no :>
Little interest check...
How interested would you guys be on a Pokemon AU based around Kaveh?
Very interested.
Mildly interested.
Don't care.
Not interested at all.
damn bark ur alive?
Voting ended onJun 4, 2023
Send an ask if youre curious about what I mean and if my little FAQ below doesn't help!
Q: What do you mean Pokemon in Teyvat?
A: Just drop some pokemon in Teyvat! I don't want to massively change the lore or the plot or anything, just drop some pokemans in there.
Q: Why is it based about Kaveh?
A: He's sad and wet and pathetic. he is babygirl.
Q: Are there going to be ships?
A: At this time, no. I'm not massively interested in writing ships. Some things could be interpreted as ship-py. I don't know what ship I'd go with, anyway.
Q: What pokemon does Kaveh have?
A: Technically... no :>
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