It gets even better when they make the asshole character still be an asshole, but theyāre now just an asshole with feelings who is *capable* of being soft.
I LOATHE the trend of making asshole characters turn into unrealistically different people in light of romance. Like, yeah, itās not abnormal for falling in love to change you as a person, but I opened this fic because I liked the characterās canon personality. Why are they now your oc who happens to look exactly like the character in question.
Have you ever read an x reader fanfic with one of your faves and the dynamic and scenes within near perfectly match the experience you had in high school where you were hopelessly (and unrequitedly) in love with a girl for 3 years straight?
Like literally you start second guessing if this mf writes fanfiction because the sheer accuracy sends you spiraling recalling the absolute pure obsession you had for this person? The only real person youāve ever hyper-focused on? Absolutely ruining you mentally? To the point where the mere idea of them briefly acknowledging your existence was once your sole motivation to live to see another day? And then this fanfiction comes along and literally feels like it was taken from your memories???
Just me? Ok, itās been over 48 hours and Iām still losing it.
Someday I hope to write the darkest unrequited disaster known to man based off of this experience, but I donāt know if I could ever find the words to truly give anyone the purest impression of just how bad this was. I donāt even know if Iād be able to regurgitate the fucking toll it took on everyone involved.
IāM ALIVE!! I thought it had only been a couple weeks since my last post, not an entire month lol. Iām alive! Just living life and have things going on š
Prob going to try to write something this weekend :) (Fyodor gif is indicative of nothing, but holy Iāve been stuck in the BSD fandom for 10 years now and itās kinda funny I havenāt tried writing a fanfic from it yetā¦)
If you write a 300k+ word fanfic and itās completely lowercase, Iām legally allowed to strangle you
Sorry, I donāt make the rules, but SERIOUSLY WHY (for all intents and purposes, I hope itās abundantly clear that this is a joke and I just click away from all lowercase fics, but MAN is it disappointing when the plot sounds so good)
Someone got mad about this and told me ānot to post stuff like this in the zutara tag š¤¢ā
Genuinely how the FUCK do chronically online people like this function irl. Youāre going to get mad over a single post in a tag with thousands of other posts like šš the internet really IS unbearable
This account is anon because I was too embarrassed to post my fanfiction (namely the smut kind) on my main
In which I have done a face reveal, people who ik irl follow me, I have 20k+ followers across multiple platforms, some of you might even follow me without knowing it, blah blah blah, and nothing puts the fear of god in me quite like making sure I didnāt accidentally tag THAT account on a post or, even worse, fucking POST on that account by accident.
Every single time I post on here, I am staring at my phone like this to be sure I didnāt fuck up.
Iād like to take a moment to thank anyone apart of Hoyoverse who made the executive decision to, not once, but TWICE, draw my beautiful boy Scaramouche with the Aranara
An entertaining trope in literary mediums, and a hell to suffer from in the real world.
You wouldnāt wish such pain on your greatest enemy, but alas, the powers beyond your control have bestowed such a tragedy in your own life.
She didnāt love you, nonetheless truly acknowledge your existence.
The Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine was regarded as a flirt, a devious trickerster, but never an ugly woman.
Her elegance was boundless; irrevocably unparalleled in a world where nameless beauties lived and died being nothing more than a vague memory, but Yae Miko was unforgettable.
Whispers would warn of her false kindness. A heartless creature with a pretty face forced to show mercy to worthless humans for the sake of her Godās approval, but you could hardly blame her.
Why should a kitsune wise beyond her years and ageless beyond mankindās ability be expected to lower herself to such beings?
You let yourself fall for the fake smiles and sweet lies.
A shrine maiden quickly muttering to Yae Miko whenever you approached told you everything you already knew. Your muse did not remember your name, nor did she care to.
Sheād welcome you with gentle words and a warm hand on your shoulder, but the unfamiliarity flickering in her eyes was the only real thing about her.
Deluding yourself into a false sense of care was better than facing the reality of the tragedy at hand.
You prayed to the gods you didnāt believe in that when Yae Miko turned her back on you for good, your death would be painless.
Suicide in the face of unrequited love is not unheard of, but blood neednāt spill for you to die.
One neednāt stop breathing to be gone from this world.
And physical pain neednāt be inflicted for you to feel your insides rip out from your pathetic, weak human form.
For the day Yae Miko faces you without lies, you will already be dead.
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I wrote this in maybe 15 minutes and I love Yae Miko. Angst on a random Thursday morning because yes.
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I have a love/hate relationship with writing smut because like, fuck yeah, but I reread it a million times to make sure Iām not writing the cringiest shit known to man
Heās no stranger to flirtation, but given his career, heās also no stranger to putting on an act. Genuine attraction was a rare and seldom acted upon experience for Childe, but restless days and nights spent distracted by the idea of you came to a head eventually.Ā
He didnāt ask you out in a grand, overly romantic way.Ā
Not because you didnāt deserve it, but because it wouldnāt be him. He was the same cool and casual Childe youāve always known when he asked you out for dinner. A cute wink and flirtatious smirk accompanied his proposition, and you couldnāt help but feel flattered that someone as mundane as yourself would catch a Fatui Harbingerās eye.Ā
Heās quite the charmer.Ā
He always knew exactly what to say to make you blush. He could turn a simple good morning into soft whispers and promises of a sensual evening, all while ending the conversation with merriment anyone would be none the wiser to second guess. Childe complimented you at every opportunity regardless of whether the moment called for it. You seldom found yourself with a moment to feel insecure with his countless, genuine praises given so frequently.
Heās very physical.
Hand-holding and sweet cheek kisses were common in public, but behind closed doors, Childe was a completely different beast. Eyes you barely recognized but wouldnāt dare disobey raked over your body like a man starved. Love bites and bruises that would last for weeks littered your body after every night spent with Childe. Heād claim he couldnāt help himself; that you were just too much for him to ignore, but you swore the man had far more energy than he knew what to do with.
He always lightens the mood.
Logically, winding down after a long day with a significant other would be bound to put someone in a good mood, but even the mere thought of the man would lift your spirits instantly. Your happiness and well-being was Childeās top priority, despite your protests to value his own livelihood. Heād claim making you happy brought him all the happiness heād ever need.
He was a great liar.
Behind the mask of smiles, charm, and endless smiles, you knew the life of a Fatui Harbinger was destined for a much darker path. His siblings were convinced he was a toy maker, and although he trusted you enough with his true status, you were sure there were countless horrors behind the work stories heād regale you with. At the end of the day, you trusted that your boyfriend was simply doing the best he could to keep you out of trouble, and staying ignorant was the price to pay for it.
Heād be too nervous to profess his love first.
Childe may seem carefree and confident, but deep down, he was worried every time heād see you would be the last. He was sure he loved you far before you managed to confess this yourself and he was eager to return the sentiment, but he couldnāt help but feel this was cruel; cruel to fall in love when his life was doomed to be complicated, that is. Was it fair for him to love you? To invite you in to risk experiencing the mess that was his involvement with the Fatui? Perhaps it was, but he was willing to be a bit selfish if it meant seeing you smile once more.
He gets jealous easily, but it would never be obvious.
He trusted you and knew that you would never do anything to hurt him, but he wasnāt stupid. He knew you could live a safer life without him by your side. Perhaps settling down with that flirty florist would mean a simpler life for you, but Childe was too in love with you to let you go that easily, not that you wanted to be let go of either.
He wouldnāt mind running away from it all for your sake.
Such is the ill-fated life of a Harbinger, Childe would leave it all behind in a heartbeat if your wellbeing was ever compromised due to his position. He was a warrior at heart and the thrill of battle would always call to him, but being able to wrap his arms around you and know that nothing would ever hurt you again meant far more than any fight ever would.
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I don't know why this one ended up angsty and suggestive lol
Check out part 2 of this ongoing series here! https://www.tumblr.com/cherrygourds/813658320450830336/genshin-boyfriend-headcanons-part-2
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He fell first and he fell harder.
Kaveh can see the beauty
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